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Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-10-14

man; 1 gwine fix yo' up sos't you'll s'prise
yo'se'f an all yo' family. an twon't be
long TO you'll fin yosef SO fatted up dat
Ill mo- an you'd come Dustin thu yo
hide Wild dat he go off an git him a
rock an den he come back an say. Now.
OF man, jes lay yo' hafd back an open yo'
mouf wide an gimme good elber-room an
I'll have you all whetted up in jiff. SO
sharp t you kin bite tenpenny nails In
two eff you wanter.'
Deer he low, oh, lawsy! Mstah Hyar'
Use 'feard you gwine hut me, deed isP
% 'Fraidy-calfp seq Hyar'. sezee, how you
reckon l gwine hut you wild dis Ill OF no
kyount rock? But I'll jes' g'long an leave
eff you sesso, dough ] had hit in min ter
fix you so's't you cu'd mex yo' Twin heap
easier dan you does now.
Deer he feel kind er Shame Nv hisse'f
an he low oh, go ahaid, sub; reckon
ain 'feard Nv a III thing lax dat; bin
runnin' round thu desc woods 'mongs' de
bars an de wircats an de VOLTS too long
ter be 'feard er wat III Teller lax you
kin do ter me. Go on wild de grindin'.'
"FHyar' he clum up a stump whar he
cu'd reach good, an den he jes' rub an rub
an rub Mistah Deer's upper tools. Wen
he got 'em groun halfway down, Deer he
think hit 'mence ter feel mighty queer an
he say. sezee, Look-ayer, Mistah Hyar'
wat you doin' to me? 'clar' dat dom feel
right, deed hit dom
Us dasso? Hyar' low. WY I is sprfse'
But nemmine. you gwine feel all right tor
reckly. Use jes' mencin' ter git nice
aidge on yo' tools, an wen Use thu wild
you you kin gnor de bark often de saplin $
an git yo'se'f sump'n ter eat sidesen dish
yer trifiin' moss you bin Twin off all dis
time. l gwine fix you up so's't you kin
gnor anything you've a min ter
Deer he low, Name er graciousi go on.
den. in fer a penny. in fer a poun'i But
don't be long bout hit. fer I mighty nigh
wo' out He keeps gruntin' an groanin'
an screwin', wild de cor shivers running
up an down his back, an Hyar' he KEEP
on grindin an grindin' twel po OF Deer
amt have nuttin' but de stumps Wv his
upper tools lef' In his haid.
Den Hyar' he low, Oar you Is now. Mis-
tab Deer, right ez q trivet. sub: fAs' & long
an gnor on de bark er dem saplins yon-
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The Bears Of Happy Hollow.
BY WALTER WHITMAN

Ok 6A6lEh WHITMAN.
After the bears school in Happy Hollow
had been running for several months there
began TO be certain signs of uneasiness.
The cubs who had been so eager to learn.
and who at first went to school every day,
were commencing now to behave quite diff
ferentiy. 1t was common thing for them
TO play hockey, and there was talk In the
dens at night about all kinds OF wild
FRANKS
The old bears, who in their old-fashioned
way had opposed education and culture for
bears. now pricked up their ears, wonder
ing III at last their prediction would come
true.
The wise young bear who was the teach
er-the overbearing chap who knew it all
hammered his desk worse than ever In a
vain effort to keep good order
NOW. the nanny and daddy bears did
not WISH 10 encourage disrespect in their
cups. even toward wiseacre. But down
In their hearts they were rather glad to
hear that things at the school were going
crosswise. What joke 1t would be IL 1t
should turn out that the old folks knew
best after ALL
did you hear about my two boys Jerry
and Jasonx asked the daddy of those two
young hopefuls. THE first day they went
to school they happened to come late and
mad to sit on tall stool all day wearing
high, pointed hats. The teacher never gave
them lesson. The next day they had to
Sit on one small seat, and when Jason
pushed jerry Off the master would have
whipped them both II they had not run
away"
There will be no good come of the
school. no. good, no good. Look at men
and women. They work like slaves and
rush and tear around. What do they have
more than a living We have that and
take things easy. Bears had better just be
bears
Then the strangest bear of the Hollow,
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The Queen of the Daisies.
Written for the ChiIdren's Page.

l
| oh mother" cried May, "can I go to
| 10 ckson's field with Mabel to pick daisies?
She says there is an awful lot of them
| there"
Don't say awful May" said her
me ther 81 suppose you can go if you
won't go into the plowed field next to
| Jacksons field"
1T promise said May, and away she
| ran.
| The two girls had picked a lot of daisies.
| May had stopped picking and was resting.
while Mabel still picking in another
| corner of the field. There were SO many
daisies that their picking had made no
visible decrease.
| Suddenly May jumped up. The daisies
| seemed as tall as she! And they were walk
ing and talking, too! May did not seem
surprised at all, and began talking with
| little girl-daisy, who informed her that she
| was seven years old Mays age.
But / thought you lived only one sea-
son." said May.
| I'VE do said the daisy, but you see
three of your days make one of our years
| And three days to US seem just as long
| as a year to YOU
| 81 see" said May, simply. She noticed
tall lady-daisy standing alone on little
| hill. surrounded by a ring of other daisies,
all ladies. She had a double ring of petals
on her head. The crowd of daisies were all
| did the wind bend them over:).
who is that?' asked May.
THAT is our queen, said the daisy.
As she was now near. and 1t seemed to
| be the proper thing to do, May bowed,
and was turning to go away when the
| queen called her.
Come up here. she said, and May
obeyed. II thank you for coming to see
| U.S. continued the queen. Then she spoke
| to her subjects.
Silence my daisy subjects" said the
queen. Here Is little human child who
| has come to see us. In her honor we will
| have a fairy dance. and afterward a ban
Quet. Will you dance with me?' she said
| to Alice. q forgot to tell you that Alice
| was Mays middle name)
After the dance was over they rested
Now we will have the banquet" said
| the queen and as the words were
out of her mouth tables appeared all
around. They all took seats. There was
room for everybody. The tables were COW
| cred with delicious things.
"Will you have some daisy cake" said
| the Queen to May.
Eyes, thank"
Wake up. May; it's time to go home"
called Mabel
was 1 asleep?" said May rubbing her
| eyes Yes, the tables had disappeared, but
| the daisies were still there, looking so in
noeent.
"of course" said Mabel. impatiently.
Come on"
May gathered up her flowers and went,
telling her friend her funny dream.
ALVIN NJ. BROWN,
II years of age,
Kenilworth, d. c.
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'Mistah Deer, Yo' Tools Is In Pow
full Bad Wav.n

an watch ter see wat Deer gwine do.
Wen Deer fine out he KANT gnor de bark
t all, an dat his upper tools mos all gone.
he jes' stomped his hufs an r'ared 'roun'.
'Wuf1ess iii bunnel er trashp he say Il
wish [ | had i'm yer on one'r desc hawns
er mine dis ve'y minnit. l boun you Is
show i'm huccome! Gone an done me
outer my toofs wild nuttin' lef' but ache
in place NV EN- an wild dat he shuk his
hawns an jes r'ared 'roun' 'twel Hyar'
wuz mos 'feard ter show hisse'f.
Las he cu'dden keep back his imp'ence
Hi vi! Mistah Deer, you pears ter be
kind er stove up bout de tools, eff I aim
mex no misteck. Ain dat a pityl sho'!
sho! Use s'prise' you trus' me wild dat
job, I sut'n'y is, 'kase you moughter
knowed l WIZ gwine git even wild you fer
wearin' dem hawns de creeturs tucken way
FUN me, wen you knowed dey wuz mine
by rights. | reckon you done forgot how
You drug me befor' de kyouncil, pris'ner.
but l tell you, sub, / ain fergit hit; I bin
waitin all dis time ter git even, an I low
dat done come up wild you, fer folks kin
do widout hawns, but dey KANT git long
ve'y well widout tools, lessen dey teck ter
swollerfn' sop-vittles. Ain dat de trufe ?
l leave hit ter you, sub, 'kase / knows dat
you in fix ter know all bout hit
vivid dat he let out a big boot an step
off home widout waitfn' ter look behime
an lef' OF Deer chawin' off de iii buds an
young twigs, an dat wat de deers bin dom
uver sence, 'kase dey ain got no upper
tools wuf speakin' Nv ter do der chawin'
wild
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saw the wonder-stricken visitors. Then
books were dropped, and the cubs danced
up and down. as IL to say, See what in
teresting times we have at school"
Finally the teacher, too, saw the visitors.
He must have known how ridiculous a show
he made, for when he reached the door he
threw his club viciously at Jason, popped
outdoors, and disappeared in the forest.
The whole school as well as the visitors
rushed out, but only the foremost got
fading glimpse of him. He was running
on four feet though all through his ex-
perience a teacher he had tried to pound
into the cubs the idea that they must travel
on their hind feet only. The front feet he
told them, would then become hands.
Well the seven visitors sent the cubs
home, and then put up a notice on the
school house door which read like this:
Mr.. Wise Bear, We have had enough OF
you We hope you have gone where you
will get your fill Of progress and culture
You stay there Happy Hollow is better on
without you than with your II you ever
should come back. don't bring along any
new-fangled notions We are not folks,
thank goodness; We are bears and we want
to stay bears
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A Game for a Rainy nau

The following game is very popular with
little French children, and may help you to
pass some pleasant moments
Choose letter of the alphabet, say I'D, .
for instance. Each player with pencil and
paper is told to write the name of coun-
try. river, mountain, city, soldier, artist,
writer, musician and statesman, all begin
ming with the letter 3D."
At the end of five minutes the lists are
closed. One reads the names from his list.
and those having the same names on their
lists scratch them off. The winner of the
contest is the one having the most names
not on the lists of the others. The fact OF
his names being more uncommon shows
him to have the greater knowledge and
memory.
This game is well worth trying, and will
be enjoyed by every member of the family.
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The Boys Workshop.

Lucky is the boy who has little room
or even nook somewhere in which he can
keep his own tools, in which he can saw
and hammer and make as much noise and
litter as he chooses. More lucky still is the
boy who Is fond of tools and handy with
them; for he is likely to make or find the
place where he may keep and use them.
He Is likely also to increase his kit of
tools, adding constantly to his outfit and
improving the quality of it.
Most boys In the country have some kind
of an outfit or else are allowed to use the
regular farm tools. But really 1t is the city
boys that most need them because they are
shut out from SO many forms of occupa-
ton and amusement that country boys have.
When starting kit make up your mind
to have few flrst-class tools rather than
a great many inferior ones Start with
saw, hammer. gimlet, plane, brace and bits,
chisel. gouge. screw driver. But it is bet
ter to have only saw and a pocket knife
and these of the very best, than to have
large kit of the kind that will not take
and keep an edge.
There is a great deal Of pleasure, too. in
collecting your outfit piece by piece You
look ahead to the time when you will have
fine plane, let us suppose. When at last
you get 1t what a satisfaction It is to take
the rough surface from board q 4 bring
you are not to run 1t against nails How
you try to keep a keen edge on It.
And the result Is apparent In your work.
II 1t Is only a shelf you are putting up
what difference 1t makes IL the board is
planed clean and smooth. When that much
Is well done you feel 1t worth while to saw
the ends carefully square, and to rub the
rough edges down with sand paper Final
ly you think the whole job worth a coat of
oil or varnish. Thus you have made some
thing substantial and useful
Besides useful things about the house
there are many toys and playthings that a
boy can make, and generally those that
are homemade are most enjoyed The
writer recalls that when he was a bow of
from nine to fourteen his fancy ran to the
building of ships. Then 1t changed grad
uaaly to the manufacture of guns-bow
guns, spiral spring guns. rubber spring
guns. make-believe powder guns with tin
barrels and pinch of real powder flashed
off by the head of a friction match, and
finally genuine shotgun in which an old
musket barrel was mounted upon a new
stock, cut out of piece of walnut plank.
If he had today hundred-dollar shotgun
1t could not give him nearly the pleasure he
found in this rude, home made blunderbuss
The cold, stormy days of fall and winter
and the long evenings are the times to en-
joy workshop. Many a boy who lives
in a fiat where there isn't even a stray
nook to spare, keeps on the right side of
mother and SO gets her permission to use
the kitchen after the evening meal is cleared
away. Such a workshop is far better than
none.
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At last the old bears decided they would
go one afternoon 10 visit the school. They
did not send word to the teacher that they
were coming They did not even tell the
cubs about IL
Starting 50 as TO reach the school about
the time of morning recess they thought
they would hide for a while In the edge OF
the clearing. just to see how the cubbies
played
Now IL you never saw forty young bears
in a bunch you can hardly guess just now
boisterous the play was. All around the
building they romped, even upon the roof.
They climbed trees they swung. they wres-
tied and boxed, they played one old cat.
two old cat. leap frog. tag. prisoners base
and other games. But the exerting thing
was that they all wanted to play In about
the same place. and the frequent collisions
were most amusing.
When the bell rang to eail them In they
sea mpered as II all outdoors were on IRE
and the inside of the school house the only
safe place. They wedged themselves last
in the door they rolled IN at the windows.
Some cubs were but just then coming to
school
The visitors remained hidden In the
brush until there had been time for every
one to calm down. Then they ambled Sc
dately across the playground toward the
door.
But shades of Bruin! What was that
racket. There was a loud buzz or many
voices which proved TO be simply the cubs
studying out loud. Above that rumble was
noise like the upsetting of benches or iiko
striking them with n club. besides angry
roars and shouts.
you sly villain, Just let me catch your
Leave him alonei''
''Helpl Help! Catch him, jerry
That's my boy JASON said the daddy OF
the twins. There's something to pay.
Looking in at the door the seven visitors
saw the master chasing Jason and Jerry
chasing the master. They went around the
room like horses around circus ring.
The rest of the school appeared to be so
accustomed to the performance that they
went right on with their buzzing, num-
bling study At least they did so until they
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the cans of milk were loaded upon the
cart. and he gave the dogs the word to CO.
They trotted of handsomely.
Two, three, four calls were made. as care
fully and as properly as If Meester Van
Zaan himself had been on the cart yam
was again upon the seat bound for the
next call, when black cat ran out Of an
alley.
Wow, WOW, wowI" yelped Baar. In
stead of shouting sic 'im!'' as usual, Yam
shouted Whoa
But Baar could not be taught new
trick so easily, nor could he so soon forget
an old one He fairly flew, and old Fido
feeling again youthful, kept up with him.
Both dogs barked, Van halloed Whoa
whoa!' The cart rocked the milk cans
ratified, women who saw the mad chase
threw up their hands, expecting every mo-
ment to see the cart wrecked. Ahead. In
the street, the black cat.
Before long the wheel struck some sort
of an obstacle. 1t Is a sorrowful tale now,
but Yam and all his milk were spilled upon
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Card of a Chinese Merchant.

A Chinese. recently returned to his native
country after q residence In the United
States, has brought back some of our bust
ness methods as his card will show. He
has a dairy farm at Woo-Sing. village at
the mouth of the Shanghai river, and two
English cows furnish the milk, which the
card below advertises:
General Sunk Kee Dairy Farm
We open at Moo-Sung-for sale the
foreign milk, the taste are sweet, the
the milk are pure, and the price are
just. We haven't put any water in
it, IL examine out, won't pay a sin
gle cash.
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How the Deer Lost His Upper Teeth.
Aunt 'Phrony followed up the last story
with one which dealt with that tricky lit
tie fellow. Mr.. Hare. You chillen," she
commenced "rnebbe kin member. an den
agin mebbe you KANT, de tale I done tor
you onct bout de creeturs teckin' way de
hawns fun OF Hyar' an putin EN- on
Mistah Deer's haid. Well den. Hyar he
bin a-studyin' an a-studytn' how he gwine
git even wild him fer dat. So one day Wen
he wuz settin' by de road, gnorrin on de
bark NV a black locus, long come Mistah
Deer jes' a-lopin' by. Hyar call out
'howdy' to i'm, an he stop and pass de
time er day. He see Hyar' je5' a-gnOrrin'
way an he say, he do. 'Lawsy. Mistah
Hyar', wat pow'ful fine tools you got!
Huccome dey so sharp?
.'Hyar' he say, sezee, 'Thanky. sub, my
tools is right good and sharp, an dis hue
come dey so, dey ain grow dat-a-way; |
Don have 'em eff did n wu'k fer EN-; L
done whet 'em myself er dey ain be dis-a-
way. Jes' look at me gnor dis bark. Lem
me Sc yo' tools, suh.'
Deer he putt down his haid an open his
mouf wide, an Hyar' he tucken him by de
tongue an peer inside, lax he nightly con-
sarned bout de state er Mistah Deer s
tools. He putt on a sollum look an shuk
his haid an say, sezee, My! my! Mistah
Deer, yO' tools is In powful bad way. l
dunno t all how you mex out ter chew yo'
vittles; you mus halter gobble EN- down
hull; l boun' eff de trufe wuz knowed yo'
stummick all out er order. You better lem
me fix up desc tools fer you TO dey gifts
any wusser n wat dey is; better let me
whet EN- fer you
Deer he low dat he have bin feelin'
right squawmish in de stummick yer late
ly an he low, he do, L ain bin blamn'
hit on de tools, but / reckon youse right,
an ef you kin fix me up wild a outfit err
vittle-'stroyers lax yon. jes' you go ahaid
an do hit, quick z you kim
" All right SEE Hyar'. sezee, I'm yo'
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one may often see boys, and even men, rid
ing through the streets on small carts
drawn by a team of dogs. These are the
milk peddlers, and Vans father was one of
them. Many time had the boy gone
along on the route. running by the side OF
the cart. or behind 1t. When he was ten
years old he told his father that he felt
able to run the milk cart himself.
wait a while, Yam. my boy" said Mees-
ter Van Zaan. ut is quite a task. but yoY
are growing so rapidly that 1t will not be
long until you are able to do IT.
Yam was impatient Let me try today,
father" he would say
Father always said no, but Yam always
kept asking. One morning when Meester
Van Zaan was not feeling well he called
his son and said:
"Yan, my son, I wish you were little
older, so that could stay at home today.
"Oh, please, father. let me try. l know
every place where you stop to leave milk.
L can do 1t perfectly. Now is just the
time. Please say I can"
Meester Van Zaan was half disposed to
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Wild Animals Have Known.
By c. L. HOOPER.

By c. L. HOOPER.
The night was dark; you would not dare
To pierce the shadows in the wood.
But stealthily l sought lair
| knew was in that neighborhood.
A wolf | sought, who hid him there,
The one that ate Red Riding Hood;
And when | saw his wild eyes glare
1 ate him up right where he stood.
Now, children. what do you think of thstf
And yet I'm not q boastful cat.
oh, no, I'm not boastful eat.
There where the small deer came to drink
The deserts edge was cool at morn.
l knew that by the rivers brink
lion hid him in the corn.
| saw his fiery eyes go blink,
| saw them light with rage and scorn.
| ate him up ere you could think,
For what he did to the unicorn.
You wouldn't think I'm bold as that
When you me sleeping the mat;
But then, I'm not a boastful eat.
I'm something fierce. I tell you whati
Why, once | heard a shrek and wall
Come from the kitchen. / reached the spoA
With one bold bound and found the trail
OF savage mouse between a pot
On the kitchen floor and the water pail.
All ashen fears l quite forgot
/ ate the beast from teeth to tail.
You wouldn't think I'm fierce as that
When on my book I'm lying fat
But mind, I'm not boastful cat.
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Clever John.

John was the new boy at the boarding
house. His mistress was scoIding him be-
cause he never surmounted an obstacle.
John" she scolded. when I sent you
for a two-pound loaf of cake and they had
none, why in the world did you not bring
two one-pound cakes This would he ex-
actly the same thing
John seemed to grasp the knowledge His
mistress thought so until the next day
She was going on a journey. and being a
large. stout woman, told John to engage
her two seats In the bus When Holm re-
turned, she asked.
did you have any difficulty?"
No madam replied the hopeless John.
but l could not get them both together,
so I got one In the inside and one On the
topv
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VANS DISASTER.

Yam Van Zaan had a remarkable dislike
for cats-a dislike that was hard to ex-
plain, for no gentle, purring pussy had ever
laid a claw on him. nor had an ill-humored
cat ever edged up to him with her back
bumped and her tail set, as II to say, Get
away from here. you ugly Dutchman, or
III scratch your eyes out!'
More than that. Yam had knowing and
cunning Welsh cat, without any tail. poor
thing, that was his greatest pet. Indeed
there was no reason. either good or bad
why the boy should be such an enemy to
all cats except just this one pet.
And. of course. every cat In the neighbor-
hood knew him-him and his dog Baar.
How could 1t he otherwise? The boy and
dog were nearly always together, and
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PIED CITIES.
1. HastaIIeesa. 2. Leanore Wen. g. Burgitspt.
BEEHIVE.
Change: 1. grain into a vessel. 2. bird
into stream. 3. A part OF the house into
household implement.
DIAMOND
1. In glory" 2 To permit. 8. A fish. T.
Mendicants. 5. study. s. A bird. Z. Glad.
s. pronoun. 0. In glory"
CHARADE.
My first and my second we always spy
When Christmas time is drawing nigh
You think my third
A curious bird
When you see him floating in the sky.
My whole is a flower that used grow
In grandmother's garden long ago.
WORD SQUARE.
l. Excellent. 2. Opinion. 3. Not far. T. To
gain by labor.
CROSS WORD ENIGMA.
My first is In autumn, but in fall;
My seconds in bat, and also in ball;
My third is in sap which is found IN my whole;
My fourth is in shoe lace, and also In sole;
My fifth is in eyelash, but never in brow;
My whole is tree that is lovely just now.
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The Bug-a-Boo.

Listen, child. and I'll tell you true
Some facts in the life OF a Bug-a-boo.
He's not creature to give you pain
He dwels In a corner Of nurses brain
An atticky, rattcky, eobwebby place,
Where cowardIy ogres are sent In disgrace.
he has more spirit than sweet skim milk;
He's tame hobby horse. tender six:
He shivers and shakes when the doggies bark,
And, would you believe It, he's scared of the dark
He hasn't atom Of common sense,
Would fall I'm outrunning xigzag fence.
He never was known to chase child,
So don't be frightened and shrek so wild
When nursey tells Of his big black wings
They're only shadowy, helpless things
Just say TO her hrnaly, This viii not do,
I know the truth - the Bug-a-booi's