Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-03-07
THE GAMERY.

Come along, Uncle Tom, right up to
the Gamery'
''The Gamery! What under the sun is
that? cried Uncle Tom, as he found him
self being fairly dragged atticward by his
nephews and nieceS. Il expect it's a
place where they make game of you. Is
the other name for it the Practical Jok-
cry? If it is I'm not going one step
further
The children laughed.
Good idea. UNCLE said Theo patroniz-
ingly. We'll start a Practical Jokery
the very next rainy day
Soon they were all at the attic door and
Uncle Tom paused at the threshold to
read the sign pasted thereon. 1t was
highly decorated sign, but the lettering
was clear and black.
THE GAMERY; ALLEN BROS. & CO.
PROPRIETORS.
ALL KINDS OF GAMES MADE TO
OFFICE HOURS o GYERY STORMY DAY.
Were the e Co.. we girls" said
Josephine, and we do the most of the
work.
Hear! Hear said Allen. They do
most of the talking. too
We'll. do let ncle Tom into the Gam
cry" said peaceful Ruth. You children
are all blocking up the door"
With great ceremony Uncle Tom was
ushered into the warm. wide attic All
the rubbish which usually fills up an
attic was piled neatly under one gable,
leaving a long stretch of space for the
children to work in. The boys had a
work bench and tool chest at one end
Their outfit included a turning lathe and
fretsaw.
The girls had a long table with low
chairs, just the right size for them to sit
In and work easily at the table. Back of
the table deep shelves were built into the
wall. These were piled high with news
papers, magazines, advertising circulars
and few books. The table had drawers
which contained library paste old scis-
sors, pens, pencils, India ink, water col
ors and brushes. An old bureau con-
tanned the games which the children had
manufactured.
You see." explained Ruth, I'VE used to
drive mother nearly wild on stormy days.
asking what we should do next We al
ways seemed tired of all our games and
books just the very days we needed them
most. So one day mother sent all our
needed another game we must make or
earn 1t ourselves. She meant it for a pun
ishment. but somehow the idea of making
games interested us; we put our heads
together, and the result is this" pointing
to the table and work benches
See our lovely game of old Maids. ;"
said Josephine. I'VE had the boys cut a
lot of bristol board cards of just the
right size ana shape, every card exactly
the size of every other, then we cut out
pictures of all the pretty girls we could
find. They're mostly just advertisement
girls. you see, and we got two of each
kind; you see. here are two tooth powder
girls, and two cocoa girls and two soap
girls, and there are twenty-sx pairs
Then we pasted them on the cards with
library paste. And on just one card we
pasted this poor old maid. Isn't she
pathetic! We cut her out of a patent
medicine ad, and that completed our
game. Don't you think it's lots prettier
than the regular cards?'
And see our game of authors" said
Ruth. I'VE got the tiny photographs
of all the authors we liked very cheap
a half dozen of each. and we pasted them
on cards and printed the quotations I'M
derneath ourselves. We hunted up the
quotations all alone, too Did not Jose
phine print them beautifully"
And here's the Book Title Game that
Ruth made up" said Josephine. Ev-
cry time we find a picture that illus
trates the title of a book, as, for in
stance. this little girl looking backward
we cut it out. paste it on bristol board
and number it. To play the game the
pictures. are passed around, and each
player writes down what he thinks each