New-York tribune., 1911-04-07

tied on with fluffy bows OF tulle. The only
little girl in the toy store was begging her
mother TO buy marbles. However. the
grown-ups had q beautiful time playing
with the Easter novelties she spurned.
There was a fascinating cabbage with
rabbit sitting in the middle Of II. His ears
were long and soft. and he had beguiling
blue eyes which melted the heart Of the
most determined realist as he turned his
head around in obedience 10 a spring hid
den within the cabbage leaves. As he
gazed he discoursed sweet music and at
the same time chewod vigorously upon
, remnant Of cabbage. Then suddenly on
electric fame blazed in tho peaceful eyes.
frightened expression shot across his face
and he ducked down behind his cabbage
house. leaving only his ears IN sight.
Perhaps what startled him had been tho
confusion In the ranks next him on the
counter There were little brown ducks
and unhoused rabbits and struttnG cocks,
all wound UP in the fashion Of mechanical
toys ready to "go Off for prospective Gus
toners. A careless touch started the
trouble. One push and Br'er Rabbit was
looping into Brer Duckling's left wing.
Br'er Ducklng jumped aside and knocked
over his little sister. She hoped away and
bumped into a yellow chicken. which
promptly toppled over, but managed TO hit
the spring which started the mother duck
TO Guacking. Then all hoped and bumped
and ouacked until the counter looked like a
mispIsc ced chicken fight. 1t was a comfort
when the inner workings ran down and
the visitors could leave feeling confident
that the baby chickens were not to nc
pulled TO pieces that time, at least.
On the next counter were the rubber TOYS
fat little red rabbits dogs chickens, ele-
plants and chanteclers. They looked so
tempting that the matter-of-fact person
could not resist squeezing the chubby rab-
hit. He squeaked. Then the burly mastiff
was squeezed He squeaked in the same
tone Of voice. Investigation begun with a
purpose showed then that the tawny king
OF beasts, the elephant and the chicken
/ Just peeping from his egg she'll all roared
with the same feeble peep. The realist fed.
But the people who make in Germany"
had prepared one more exhibit. a train OF
cars, with an engine. The electric railroad
has long been an honored inhabitant
of the toy shop; il is not Of that that the
critic Of Easter toys would complain. This
train had the cars tied up with pink ribbon,
and the freight was pink crepe paper: the
crew were wee chicks perched anywhere
on wheel or smokestack, and the engineer
was = cock in white feathers. The only
passengers we're a family party. consisting
Of one very masculine looking cock and
four motherless chicks. which caused the
critic TO wonder If hen suffragetes turn
the tables on chanteclers who tell them
their place IS In the home and deliberately
stay there when they ought to be travelling
with the children.
This beribboned train ran past landscapes
OF country dotted with thatched cottages
covered with roses larger than the windows
| and barnyards and presided over by golden
haired dolls in silks and laces. An aero
plane fying overhead was tied with ribbons,
and huge eggs hanging from It's corners
threatened indescrbable horrors II their
strings should break.
The women shoppers seemed to IKE these
things best Chenteclors Of wool or rose
leaves ran a close second. But when the
critic departed from toyland the ono little