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The San Francisco call., 1908-10-31

Yvonne H. Smith, 231o Central ave-
nue. Alameda
Harold McAnency, 2213 Dwight way,
Berkeley.
Alice E. Salter 1891 Twenty-third
street, San Francisco.
Dorothea B. Holm. 2O3 Hoffman ave-
nue., San Francisco. age 8 years.
Agnes Plefer. Richmond public school.
Bernice Buhrmeister, 1892 Milvia
street. Berkeley. age 3 years.
Alma Smith, 1886 Hillegass avenue,
Berkeley, age 8 years.
:, Edna Murphy, 1928 McAllister street,
San Francisco
winnifred Steele, Livermore. age 8
years.
Bob Bushnell. 3s Sixth avenue, San
Francisco
Herbert Elson, Benicia.
Walton Pendleton, 1888 Stuart street.
Berkeley.
Vera Vaughan, 71S Golden Gate ave-
nue., San Francisco.
Kathryn TuttIe. 1927 st. Charles
street, Alameda, age 9 years.
Chester Kumle, 212 East Third street,
Watsonyille
Ruth Winthrop. Hayes street near
Lyon, San Francisco.
Bernice Baker. $40 .Walsworth ave-
nue.. Oakland. age years.
Wilbur G. Zeigler, S99 Fulton street.
San Francisco.
Lenora Hutaff. 1923 Post street, San
francisco, age years.
Amy Jackson, st. Helena
Walter jackson, st. Helena
Adelaide U. Belts, Redwood City.
Onweta Marshall, Grass Valley.
Helen Kerr. 3022 Capp street, Fruit
vale, age 8 years.
Viola skelly, 1885 Seventh street, Ala
media. age years.
Myrtle LIE Vim, Smell avenue, Fitch
burg.
Wheeland Upp, 5o4 First avenue, San
Francisco.
Henry Sylvester, 1923 Carlton street.
Berkeley.
Florence Lamb, Santa Clara.
Charles Wedde Jr.. Sausalito.
Earl Westphal, e045 Pacific avenue,
Alameda.
Della Gilbert. 545 Twenty fourth
street, Oakland
Jack Metzler. San Luis obispo. age s
years.
Joni Lyndon. 1900 California street.
San Francisco.
Addie Dennis, Larkspur, age years.
Lauretta Huffaker 3147 Davis street,
Fruitvale, age years.
w. w. Barrett, 531S Grove street,
Oakland
Theresa Anderson. 144s Cottage
street. Alameda.
Albert Murray, 1923 North Commerce
street, Stockton
Gladys Raynaud sos Jersey street,
San Francisco. age years
Frances E. Beach. 4147 Twenty-third
street, San Francisco.
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obliged to get for. him the miller
passed the money for ii over the coun-
ter. Heinrich pushed it back. saying
that he would pay for his drink If the
miller would recite the words again 10
him. And so day after day the miller
came for his drink of beer. recited the
beautiful words and Heinrich paid for
his drinks.
What were the beautiful words7
Your big brother Fred, who is a
senior in the high school, would laugh
a scornful laugh, maybe, to hear that
they were the first hundred words of
Homer's Iliad, a Greek book he studies
and finds very difficult and dislikes ex-
ceedingly. Every day the miller came
for his glass of beer. and every day
Heinrich learned a few more lines of
Greek He was happy. for he still had
his dream to excavate the city which
for the first time he saw in his first
picture book He was happy. for he
was learning the language of the peo-
pie who lived in the buried city.
But second disappointment came.
AS time passed Heinrich grew very
fast, taller and more slender. He was
not very strong, and the work in the
grocery was very hard. One day, as a
result of lifting too much, he spat
blood When his father found 1t out
he told him that he must find other
work to do. Heinrich was sorely
grieved when he found that the neces-
sity of getting work outside of the
town would separate him from his
friend. the drunken miller. who was
teaching him Greek
After some time he got a position as
cabin boy on a brig. From this point
his life was filed with adventures.
When he sailed away from his native
land his sadness at parting with his
father and mother and brothers and
sisters was 1essened by the thought
that persistently haunted him that he
was really starting for the buried city,
there to dig for the treasures Of his
dreams. But one day, when they were
well out to sea, a fierce gale came up
and struck the brig. which quickly
sank All of the crew were lost save
Heinrich. who managed to cling to
a floating timber until ship passing
by discovered and rescued him.
He was carried to a strange land and
there left friendless and without
money. He happened to think of a
tourist, with whom he had become ac-
The San Francisco call., 1908-10-31
A JAPANESE FAIRY STORY

nNCE upon a time there lived in a
\/small seaport on the coast of Japan
a fisherman who was known by his
neighbors to be man of very tender
and kindly disposition. He lived a
simple life, as most peasants of Japan
do, having only rice and small por-
tion of the sea food which his nets
He dwelt in a tiny cottage which shell
tered him but poorly from wintry winds
and summer suns. But Kotsue Yama
was happy in his simple way of living.
and never thought of envying those
who were better off than he.
One day when the sea was so calm
and blue that 1t was hard to tell where
1t ended and the sky began, Kotsue
went out in his boat with several other
fishermen to draw his nets. He usually
gave these men enough of the spoil to
more than pay them for their services.
Today the nets were unusually heavy.
The cause was discovered when they
found a tremendous fish at the bottom
shining with Jewels, and rolling its
,eyes in a marvelously human fashion.
When they finally landed and ex-
amined their prize more closely they
found that the scales of the fish were
In reality DeautlIul precious stones
and that the tail and fins were of real
gold. The simple fishermen gasped
with astonishment and some fear, but
they never doubted that it was a gift
from the gods, sent to reward Kotsue
for his goodness While they stood
gazing at the shining object it tapped
it's tail feebly, and a mournful voice
seemed to issue from Its mouth: "Kot-
sue dear Kotsue, 1 beseech you, by
the love you bear your sacred ancestors,
to put me back into the sea.
Kotsue became awe struck. and
stopped to gather up the fish. but the
men laughed and called him names the
reverse of complimentary, saying he
should Immediately put the creature
to death and so slay the evil spirit
within and keep the riches for himself
which heaven had surely sent him. But
Kotsue was not to be dissuaded. and
when the voice again murmured his
name beseechingly, he sprang into his
boat, and. rowing far out. plunged 1t
again into the sea- 1t was gone and
the surface of the water emitted a
shower of. golden sparkles, then all was
as it had been before.
The fishermen shook their heads
doubtfully as though they feared for
his sanity, and soon thereafter there
came to be reports about the village
that the amiable Kotsue had lost his
wits, SO that his neighbors began to
avoid him, and his life became more
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quainted the summer before. whose
home was not far away. To him he
applied for aid. which he was fortunate
to receive.
Again he went to work. this time as
a post boy. and he thought he was get
ting fine salary, but 1t was only $3.50
a year.
He stiu dreamed: but his dreams
were changing He began TO see that
he could never dig UP the buried city
for its treasures until he himself had
saved almost treasure to begin with.
So he had an ambition now to become
rich
1t is long tale to tell. how he ac-
complished his desire; how he gave his
spare moments to study until he be-
came a great language scholar; how
his knowledge Of the Russian language
brought him promotion. and how this
promotion brought him another. and
another. until he became so rich that
he didn't need any more money. how he
married a Greek lady and at last went
to the east to unearth the buried city
of his picture book days.
Scholars scoffed at his belief per-
haps they pointed at their heads and
shook them and said.
TOO bad; such a. bright man. too"
That was the way they did when the
great Columbus believed that there
were OIner WOflCS-
But just like the great Christopher
Columbus, Heinrich believed that he
was right-that under the shifting sands
of time there were other cities buried
which to dig up would greatly help
the world.
So he went to the east. TO the re-
ported site of ancient Troy the city OF
Homer. and there he dug. and there.
after much labor. he found the city OF ,
his dreams; and he found vet mor>'
cities buried deep under ground, with
treasures of bronze, silver and gold.
Heinrich Schliemann had his reward.
For this IS a true story about a man
who really lived.
So the little boy who as a lad had
but one picturebook. who had no rock
ing horse. no little cart and no little
boys to play with. who had only Hop
ping Peter" and his dreams when he
was boy. when he became a man un-
earthed treasures that have made him
famous the world over as Or. Schlie-
mann. the great archaeologist. exca-
vator of. Troy.
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HE puzzle of The Ages" prizes for
i which are awarded today. is an ex-
ceedingly difficult one, there being sew
eral answers to each age" any one of
which is as applicable as another. The
answers. however, which belong to this
particular puzzle are: 1, parsonage; ?,
courage; 3. carriage; 4, marriage: 5,
pilgrimage; 6. village; hostage; 8.
carnage; 9, message; 10, percentage; II,
adage; II. voyage; 1S, heritage; IA,
page; Is, hermitage; 16, forage.
AS none of the younger juniors sue
ceeded in getting all the words right
the prizes have been awarded to the 90
who sent Is correct answers out of the
16. They are:
Lawton Waters. Pescadero.
Ella Danforth, 1900 California street
San Francisco.
Edith Alley, sos walsworth avenue,
Oakland.
Edna Fletcher. box ,272, Vallejo.
Marion L. Boynton. PIP Lincoln ave-
Joseph Sheerin. 51s Frederick street
San Francisco.
Donald Mcdonnell. 1922 Willard
Clarence severin, 1903 Devisadero
street San Francisco.
Regina Lynden. 1900 California
street. San Francisco.
OdIO Aull6S. ndtcildil
Julian avenue, between Fifteenth and
Sixteenth streets, San Francisco.
Mona Palmer, Vacaville.
Dorothy French, las Hancock street
San Francisco.
Helen Oldfeld 1o1 Ranch. Sherwood
Enid Waite. Butte City.
Lois G. Wylie, P. o. box 162, jack
willard Sullivan. SOS Miller avenue,
San Francisco.
TheIma Matthews, 1927 Stuart street,
Berkeley.
Dorothy Bernard, lib Russell street,
San Francisco.
Ernest Bergman. Livermore.
Chester c. Nohrden, box %, R. D. No.
l, Watsonville.
In addition. the puzzle editor has put
upon the roll of honor the names of
the younger juniors who sent in from
u to II correct answers out of the 16.
the work generally being so very good.
They are:
Marjorie Roilar, 1865 Brush street,
Oakland. age Q years.
II. Sharp, 944 West Sixth street, Los
Angeles, age years.
Retha Lucille Clotfelter. Sultana, age
Otto Koethen, 144S Caroline street,
Alameda
Charles Vincent Parker, Vista Grande.
Dorothy Uren, 159 Fifth street, Wat
sonville.
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M ANY. many years ago. chiidreA.
in a land across the seas. there
lived d little boy who had.
dreams. OF picture books he
had none and toys were very scarce;
be had no rocking horse. no little cart.
but always he had his dreams.
often in broad daylight. with his eyes
wide open. he lay upon the ground
hooking through the leafy trees to the
ieky above. dreaming: sometimes OF the
ssilver bowl that Hopping Peter" said
WAS buried under the lake sometimes
of the golden cradle deeply sunk in the
mound. but always of buried treasures.
One Christmas. when he was S years
old little Heinrich, for he was a Ger
Anan boy. had a beautiful gift That is,
Ahe thought il was beautiful; maybe you
would not have liked it. II was big
big book. full Of pictures. The pictures
weren't colored like those in your pic
Sure books, stin Heinrich was very glad
10 get it, since he hadn't any at all. He
liked 10 lie on the floor with the book
3n front OF him looking at the pictures.
There was one he liked yell; probably
you wouldn't have liked it. 1t was
nothing but city. an ancient city by
the sea, all ahame. its walls tumbling
down and its houses all afire, and peo-
pie, ladies with fine robes on, running
toward the sea TO get away from the
fierce heat.
II seemed to him very strange that
men put walls about their cities, unless
sn those days there were many wicked
men in the country. or wild beasts. of
which the people were afraid. His
father put him of when he asked Ques-
fions, telling him that some day when
he was older and went to school he
would hear about il.
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M ANY. many years ago. childreA.
in land across the seas. there
lived d little boy who had
N 70 -.--.-----
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Cuddle Down
cuddle down. little one,

Cuddle down, little one.
Mother will sing,
Sing you a song OF the brides at rest
Warm in the down of the mama birds
breast.
Hiding their little brown heads meath
her wing,
1ist'ning and waiting for some one to
sing:
.'Cuddle down, brides,
Within the soft nest.
Mother will hover you
Under her breast
Here is a warm spot just under my
wing.
Euddle down brides. mother will sing"
Cuddle down, little one,
Mother win sing.
Sing you a song of the lambs at their
play,
Running and skipping at close of the
day;
Gathering near on the hillside to sleep.
Safe in the care OF the good mama
sheep.
Cuddle down, lambies,
And lie side by side,
Cuddle down. lambies,
Your pretty eyes hide.
For little white lamb is a beautiful
thing.
So cuddle down. baby, and mother will
sing.
Cuddle down, little one,
Mother viii sing
Sing you song Of three little fiuffs.
Three little kittens, like tiny white
muffs,
Cuddled down closely infmama cats fur.
Doing and waking, and trying TO purr.
Cuddle down. kitty cats,
Safe IN your nest,
Hide your heads, pussy cats,
In the soft vest
Kitty's a playfellow fit for a king,
Cuddle down, baby, mother will sing.
Cuddle down, little one,
Mother will sing.
Sing you a song of a babykins sweet,
Dimpled hands rosy. and sleep quiet
feet;
Eyelids down dropping Ger dream
haunted eyes.
Baby is sleeping. To dreamland he
HES.
cuddle down, babykins,
Mother will sing,
Safe is my babykins
Under his wing.
All Of your way may our dear Fathers
Clasp you and guard you. babykins
MRS. E. H CHASE.
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\ATN
Soft and Low
Sing soft and low,
Soft and low,

Sing soft and low,
Soft and low,
Breezes that over the daisies blow,
Bring the song of the bluebird sweet.
In through the trellis where roses meet
Into the room where baby lies.
With pictures of Dreamland in his eyes
Sing to him softly. sing to him low.
Songs OF the fields where the daises
grow.
Refrain:
Soft and low. soft and low,
AS the brown thrush sings to her nest
lings three,
Graded there in the bush below,
Sing TO baby and sing 10 me
Songs of sIumber, soft and low.
Sing soft and low.
Soft and low.
Light winds that over the violets b1
And bring the hum OF the droning bees
As he sings song TO the gay sweet
pea.
In through the window where baby lies.
The white lids hiding the wond'ring
eyes
Songs of the fields where the ,violets
grow.
Refrain:
Sing soft and low,
Soft and low,
Bright wings that up through the ether
go.
Bring song Of the heavenly blue.
A song of the glory shining through.
Bring tale of the Fathers care
Into the dreams of my baby fair
Sing TO him sweetly, sing to him low.
Songs of the land that our babies
know.
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They scanpered through the pantry fo--.
The smallest nut ahead;
He chased them under sink and range
The nuts were almost dead.
He gnashsd his teeth so fierce and wild
And stretched his arms to see
Them run away in fear and fright
And laughed at them in glee.
As they ran In their fright.
In the night-in the night
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ested in geography, and they will there
fore enjoy hunting up the capes in the
puzzle which is offered today, and the
puzzle editor also hopes to have a very
long roll of honor to publish next Sat-
urday. Let us see who will get the
paint boxes this week.
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Henry Codoni. Tocaloma.
Adelbert Clyde Elbert, SOS Texas
street, San Francisco.
Alice Bleil. s12 The Crescent. San Ma
teo.
The puzzle editor is sure that all the
younger juniors are very much inter-
The San Francisco call., 1908-10-31
Twas Iate At night on Halloween.

Twas late at night on Halloween,
When Pumpkin fierce and bold.
With eyes 50 big and monstFous mouth
Was left out in the cold.
Hal HzI'' he cried. lis my turn COW
To have a little fun.
lT strut across the kitchen floor
And scare things ill they run
With my eyes shining bright.
In the night-in the night
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A basket'fuII of Wslnuts slept

a basket full OF Walnuts slept
In peace behind the door
They were awakened by the glare
Upon the kitchen floor.
They scrambled from the baske, quick
And screamed aloud in fright,
For there it stood, the monstrous thing
Parading in the light
Anc they screamed in their fright.
N the night-in the night :
The Montgomery advertiser., 1908-04-05
DRIFTWOOD
BY PHIL M. ARMS1NRo N1.

Two men played poker in Mississippi the other day and the Jackpot was a girl. In the fight that followed the, coy maid seized a sun9 9, and shot one one girls name was Kitty"
 Senator Jeff Davis Licked Again." says a headline. Cant the Senator vind.cate himself by learning some of Teddy's jui-jitsu maneuvers?
 Don't make remarks about the size of your wife's spring hat: She might get angry. throw 1t at you and crush you into a meek and mollycoddle mushiness.
 The voice of the pessimist predicting the ruin of the fruit crop is again heard in the land.
 But say, now, can pr. Hill ride bucking broncho or kill a mountain lion?-that's the question. yesterday didn't youT What will settle the grounds" of Why. the court and alimony will, of
 course.
 People don't put a stone in your path your downward track so you'll go faster.
 
 It is rumored that the sidewalks in In order to let two Merry Widow Hats pass each other.
 An Arizona man sheared s25 sheep in nine hours. Wall Street cant shear lambs any faster than that.
 Tn a marble quarry in Russia, $70O,00 in gold was found hidden away in bar rels and not bombsky among 'em.
 
 John Kittal, aged .7s.. has. married The not called the Kittal black. prob ably.
 What this world needs is the man who knows enough to know when he knows enough to know about other peoples business.
 A Chicago woman has travelled 5000 miles in three years in search. of her the Lord made woman after man and In this case she certainly ts- . Seventeen thousand depositors oyer there have asked the Presid ant of a bank to commit suicide. - Job's bons are to be dramatized. Hope the play will have as good a run as the boIs did.
 When you mention ages the average woman will make noise like craw- fish.
 A Cleveland woman lecturer clsims that women eat too much. Not in a boarding house, madam.
 Certain cheap Eastern newspap per writers whose daddies carried hods, never miss an opportunity to say something sarcastic about the South the land of ch.valry and blue blood.
 
 It requires a kitten nine days to get it's eyes open. but it takes some men life time.
The Montgomery advertiser., 1908-04-05
MY CEDAR CHEST
BY MRS. SAMUEL W. JOHN.

This season of the year finds every good house. wife peering into dark corners. using germicides. shaking and airing garments that have been stored away and putting away others, pre- paratory for the long hot summer when she can sit behind the vines. reinforce ing tired nerves with good books and idle dreams.
 This busy time found me in the depths of my cedar chests, one set apart for the priceless relics of loved ones who have inherited the Home where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt and thieves do not break through nor steal"
 In this preoccupied age. where work Is so insistent as to draw ever on en- ergy and strength. until life Is a mat ter of hands and brains, the soul for gotten, we dwell too far from precious memories of our inner selves. The great throbbing world only stops to think of brilliant deeds. rarely pauses to notice achievements acquired amidst silence and quiet. and yet the greatest work ever done by man had its begin nings in solitude-the building of character.
 ! Christ won his wonderful battles on the mountain top. before his active life began while unknown by man The | hours of sLent communion with sweet memories bring strength that sweeps 1 the heart clean of all the dross of the | garish day, and teaches us to lay hold Of the deeper the immortal things of life.
 Thus the odor of my cedar chest lured me from the stress and strain l of the busy world, for far down in its depths lie beautiful expressions of various lives, lives that were earnest 1 and strong womanly and loving ma tured in wholesomeness and sweet ness.
 In this box lies one sleeve of my mothers wedding dress and wedding handkerchief. The former of white | silk tulle. hand embroidered over white satin. the latter of linen -can1bric rich 1 ly embroidered with a deep fall of | lace a perfect spider web of skill things, hut they tell wonderful story of love and pain. Of a tall rich ly-colored brunette, bride of only sixteen years. but of dueenly figure and grace led to the altar in Mont | gomery seventy years ago when that city was a village. her father building the second house there when the sur i roundiugs were swamps and cane. This vory-colored linen table cloth so dcepened from age. covered the wedding table and there floats from l out its folds. echoes of the good wishes
 waited to the bride and groom be-
 ginning life as pioneers of Montgom' 1 cry.
 This cut glass bottle and quaintly
 painted china smelling bottles. stood on my aunt's old mahogany bureau
 in tIst home, where she. older thar
The Montgomery advertiser., 1908-04-05

my mother. lived, and whose beauty and loveliness held sway over many chivalrous hearts,
 The camers hair shawl speaks of a life of prosperity when every man was lord of his nancy. and sat on wide white with cotton. listening to the weird songs of the slaves as they pick ed. picked the feecy punches bling them high in bag and basket.
 An! the little cotton basket that lies so snugly here. my big loving brotn- CT made for me a few months before he went to give his life for his country. was tot of three years. when he. a boy. shouldered his musket. and his death is all that my memory retains of that dark epoch.
 This piece of cloth and white bed spread are mementoes of those sad days. They voice the struggles of brain. the long, long hours of sup pense, of pain, while waiting for tid- fngs from far-away battles, where lov- ed ones were facing death In shot and shell. These are the work of my moth CT on her loom. who bravefy sat weav- ing cloth for the little ones around her knee: thrusting the shuttle back and forth to the boom of the cannon when her tears and smothered g'roans were woven in warp and wool.
 lift some little blue and white bootees, just three inches long. with holes in the toes and heels. Is there a mother -heart that could not see the little pink toes peeping through. see the baby smiling in her face, and feel the dimpled hands on her mouth as she showers them with hundreds of kisses
 Big, strong arms are around my neck; I am lifted from my kneeling posture by. these baby-hands. but now firm and manly. my boy closes the cedar chest. and I am once more a part of the pulsating world.
The Montgomery advertiser., 1908-04-05
Not the Whole show.

WinchesteT DemOcrat. - ..
 The Clark County Fairbanks ciue held an enthusiastic meeting at the club headquarters Saturday night. rae club unanimously adopted the follow- ing resolutions:
 opinion. T. Roosevelt is not the Com stitution Magma Charta. Bin of Rights. Articles of Confederation. Declaration of Independenee Uncle sam. in ssi God Ws e Death. United We stand. Divided We Fall, Star Spangled Banner P. Plurihus Unum and Ram, Sockity Butt, himself to the contrary notwithstandtnR.
 The Republican party in this country seems hopelessly split. The factions have formed both Taft and Fairbanks clubs. and in the past two weeks many Republicans have declared for Cover nor Hughes, of New York. as the Re, publican nominee for President.