El Paso daily herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1881-1901, 1900-10-13


| ed to wear the red cross. They We're
indeed trying to initiate their historic
! example, King Arthur, though there
would now and then crop out bit of
slang. or they would play few famil-
lar tricks which they had been In the
habit of trying before they took the de-
grees. But they We're the same fun
| lovers. and this afternoon there was
| tangled mass of boys on the campus,
tossing pitching. tumbling, rolling-an
| indescribable mass OF humanity. But
I at last the scattered heads, legs and
arms were assorted and distributed
among their owners. and the football
| game WAS ended.
, The heated players threy themselves
down to rest beneath the shade of an
! old elm. and the girls who had been
watching the game crowded around
with congra tulations.
Finally Jack Finch succeeded in get
ting his breath enough to say: Honest,
/ think this is the sleepiest town in the
United States. Guess what 1 heard
today? Well. they're not going to have
a mite OF n celebration for Decoration
day"
You couldn't expect them to do
much" said Tom Wheeler. There are
only three veterans living in town. and
one of them's sick with rheumatism,
one is visiting in Vermont. and the 9TH
er ones my father. and he's In the
store every minute he's awake"
But it's a shame. just the same" de-
clared Marion Crandall warmly. Moth
er says the brave soldiers are our
knights. that when our country needed
them they put on their uniforms, said
.goodby' to their wives and children
and went of to battle. 1 think we bet
ter show we honor these men who died
for our country"
Il always logged to be soldier or
hunter" sighed Bob Palmer. 'but mer-
cy, mother would worry il 1 should
shoot gingerbread bullets out of toy
gun"
I'VE better stick to our text" advis-
ed his sister May. land that's planning
something for Decoration
We might speak few pieces" ven
tured Sarah Robbs.
Don't catch me speaking pieces"
said I.u Hatfield. TT scares me so my
knees clap together like pair of
bones"
But what shall we do?" asked May.
Tom looked thoughtful. Jack puzzled,
Sarah hopeless. but Marion found the
silver lining to the cloud. and. icy:I,ly
clapping her hands. she exclaimed:
We'll make a bouquet for each of the |
soldiers graves II we can't do anything
else. Let's have n flower hunt tomor- |
row night after school,
The world is all abloom. from the |
flower laden trees to the timid violets |
hiding by rhe brookSide. The warm |
sun has coaXed the fuzzy pussywillows |
from their snug winter beds the dam |
delions. daisies and buttercups lift up |
their yellow faces to the sun, sprays OF |
Sole mons seal with it's nodding,
creamT bells: trillium-rich maroon
and White mountain laurel. with its
dark green foliage and it's snowy clus-
tiers of bloom, all tell of the plant res
direction \ bluebird sings his few
sweet notes. and n bevy OF swallows
skim through the air in twittering
flight.
The door of the schoolroom bursts
open and out comes noisy troop of
boys and girls. With one accord they
rush for the woods to gather the spoils
of springtime.
Hold on minute" shouted Jack.
1--WE got to wait for Shoofiy. There he
comes now" and bat cared, pug
nosed dog rushed around the corner