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The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-03-24
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entrancing that we look for more, and then we see stretched above us. from directly over our heads to the far horizon. the blue. blue. blue sky. Directly above us it is bluest. fading gradually as it recedes. This is the effect we sec in paintings; but have we ever realized how 1t was that the artist got il? And therein the middle distance-is the timber along the creeks banks, turning to bluish- green. Farther away run ming into the distance-the same line Of timber takes on a greyish-blue tint This is atmospheric, of course. but we are learning to see things as they appear and not as they are.
 Then we see of a sudden the beauty of the range of low hills against the horizon. Never before did they ap- peal to our sense of beauty. We thought of them as rough, treeless. rocky hills, devoid of color. But see what the sun and the sky and the atmosphere and the clouds have done for them All is changed, and we have the artists eye to note the changing colors and to admire them. The hills have a soft, hay, purplish tint, denoting farther distance than the greyish- blue trees in the distance. And the clouds over our head are feecy white, but in the far-away they are softened and become greyish- white. Distance, middle distance and nearness have their respective color ings, and each blends with the other harmoniously.
 Take this same landscape on a rainy day See the changes in the color scheme? And are not the changes delightful? It gives to, us quite another picture. We stand and marvel at its beauty, softened, dark ened less marked and emphatic. Our lights and shadows melt into each other and over all hangs the veil of rain, soft mantle through which we may see things indistinctly.
 And now we have the same scene at the close of day. Over wonder hills the sun is setting. The brilliance of the coloring of the sunset sky is past imitation with paint and brush. Ma ture alone can give such marvellous colors. The land lies in mild shadow. the creek looks misty. blueish vapor seems to rise from the earth anu lo CI dSo dli ilDts. " Q c60 lllt CiCCh winding in its path, but it's banks melt into the land around it. Trees stand like an ivy-covered wall, indis- tinct. The foreground loses all de- tail. and only the great luminous sky stands out majestically plain. Nature does not lose sight of the one grean object-that which dominates all oth-l CT things in the scene. When the sky is glorious, Nature aims the more distinct details of the ground. Again we find 1t vice versa. All this is cen by the eye that can understand. So let each boy and girl cultivate the sense of sight, and at the same time the other four senses, for after one has learned how to see, one will find the pleasure of seeing enhanced hundredfold by knowing how to hear. to feel, to taste and to smell. Nature is full of marvels for each of the senses.
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@VERY boy or girl knows that
 he or she Is endowed with five
 senses, seeing. feeling, hearing.
 tasting and smelling. but how few of them have learned the full use of these senses?
 For instance, let us take the sense of seeing. Let us go Into the country for a long ride CT walk. We pass through what appears to most per- sons as a commonplace landscape. Many will not look to the right or left in passing along the country road. They will not see the colors of the fore ground, the middle ground, the dis tance, and the perspective. The beau ties of Natures great picture, so marvelously painted that no artist has ever mastered her secret of color do not appeal to the eye of the untrain- ed-in-seeing. Our sense of sight Is one of the rarest gifts given to us by the Great Creator, and yet we do not know it.
 Now let us take close look at the landscape around us. Frst, see that pretty brook winding through the val ley! It has always been there and we nave become so aCcuStOlilou ,o it that we have never stopped to study 1t from its own physical-beauty point of-view. But now we are doing SO. Yes, it is a wonderfully beautiful lit tie creek with it's banks of grasses and trees. We see flowers here and there, tiny bits of color to attract the eye. The trees are of one color, you say. But you will look again. and to your astonishment you will see they are full of varying tints, shadows and lights giving this effect Where the sun touches the foliage the green glistens with a reflected bright ness. making great patches of light on the tops of boughs and branches Directly beneath these high lights" we find the soft, cool shadows. Oh, how wonderful 1t all appears to the eye trained to seei And there-glow- ing through the branches. which move and sway so gracefully-are bits of soft, shimmering blue. This is the sky. These little spots of 1t are so
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shout rang out on the fresh morn in air.
 Hello. Dick! Can you go out to the park and play ball this morn ing? Or. if you've got chores to do. can't you come out later-say about one or two?"
 It was Fred Davis who called out to him. Fred, in company with Harry Turner and Jim Knight, was in the street in front of the Smiths house. Fred carried a baseball bat over his shoulder.
 Dick was on the point of crying out excitedly, "Yes," when lis mother stepped out of the front door and stood quite close beside him. "It would be breaking a rule," she said to him in low voice. Dicks face went red and he stammered in a dis appointed voice to the boys outside tke gate:
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rands for her. Gus said very readily that he should just love to oblige Mrs. Smith but he asked if Dick was i'll.
 "Only lazy smiled Mrs. Smith. That is. the dear boy thinks he shall enjoy being lazy-very lazy this entire day. I am going to give him a taste of what he thinks will be enjoyable" And she then gave Gus instructions as to the work ;.he had for him and returned home. As she entered the living-room she heard a noise in the library and hurried there to see what occasioned it. There, standing on a wooden chair, carried from the kitchen for the purpose. was Dick. He was pulling over piles of old magazines which were stacked on top a bookcase.
 "Oh, get down this instant" com manded Mrs. Smith. What do you mean, Son. by exerting yourself in
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All, how I do wish I might do Al @ nothing - simply NOTHING - M one whole day." It was Dick " Smith who said this. and it was in the carly morning just as he had finished his breakfast. The remark was accustomed by his mother saying "Dick l shall want you to do some chores for me today and go down town on an errand."
 Dicks father looked up from his paper. Do nothing all day long, Son9" he asked, a doubting look in his eyes.
 ''Yes, simply NOTHING" And Dick emphasized the last word. q go to school for five days out of seven--"
 But, Son." interrupted Mrs. Smith, ''your hours are not long, and you have plenty of time for recreation and exercise. You go to school at nine, come home for lunch at noon, return to school at one and are dis missed at four. You have much of Saturday to yourself too. I call ones school days the happiest and easiest days of life----that is, the school days of the modern boy and girl"
 But, Mother, this is Saturday, and here before l leave the breakfast table. you lay out part of the day for me doing chores and running errands for you" complained Dick.
 Mother" said MT. Smith, address Ing his wife, "can't you arrange some way by which Dick may have his day of complete idleness2 Isn't 1t possi- ble to get one of the neighbor boys to do these things for you-chores and errands you had laid out for Dick?"
 "Yes, I might get Gus Travers," said Mrs. Smith, catching her hus- bands meaning. "I shall give him something for his work--a quarter or something like that"
 Very well. get Gus to do your chores" said MT. Smith. Let our son have his wish granted today-it be- lng Saturday. And" turning to Dick-"not thing must you do to- day. It is yours for idleness."
 "Oh, Father, don't think for a min- nte that I shall ask for work of any kind" declared Dick. "I shall be slad to have a day of absolute idle ness, mind me. And l want to thank you for"
 Don't" And MT. Smith put up warning hand. Wait till the day has been lived through before thanking me for the anticipated pleasure of absolute idleness. And now I must get to the office. l have a lot of work left over from yesterday-som copying and filling in of blanks which [ had intended asking you to do for me this afternoon. It won't require more than an hours work; but that would spoil your day of idleness. So [ shall call in one of the clerks from he advertising department to do the work for me. In this way, you will be spared the labor and the attend l.; fee of a dollar"
 Dick said nothing, but a feeling of disappointment went through him. He felt just a bit sorry for having spoken as he had; but the deed was done, and he was too stubborn to
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<A ALLY stood with a look of dis & appointment on her face. And AS not only disappointment. but " displeasure-one might almost lay anger-was depicted there.
 "Oh, it's just mean. that's what 1t s!" And Sally stamped her foot to give vent to her feelings. "Oh. it's lust mean"
 What's just mean daughter?" It was h sweet, calm voice that spoke behind Sally. and she turned to see her grandmother entering the room lust in time to catch her in her angry mood.
 Sally flushed a bit for she felt ashamed to have her grandmother zee her in a passion. Its this way, .arandmamma," she explained, trying 10 excuse herself. You know l am going to Stella Franklyn's birthday party this afternoon and was having Mrs. Jones make my new frock for me to wear. Now she just phones 1t this late hour that she is Ill and cannot finish the frock for me. It's downright disappointing, to say the east. Now I'll have to wear my old frock-one I've worn all winter. The other girls will have on their new spring togs, and they'll all look at me in wonder. 1 hate to so looking iowdy."
 But poor Mrs Jones being i'll, how could she finish the frock. child ?' asked Grandmother. And what is just mean'?"
 Her getting sick at the last mo- nent," declared Sally. still out of sorts.
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retract. And it would be nice to have absolutely nothing to do, any way.
 Then MT. Smith departed and Mrs. Smith turned to Dix. Where are you going to begin doing nothing, Son, in the parlor or your own room ?"
 "Oh. there's nothing to interest me in either place." replied Dick. I've slept all night in my room, so Gm glad to get out of it till night again. As for the parlor-Gee! it's as quiet and cold as a cave. I can't bear parlor except when the lights are on and the fire is glowing In the grate and the place crowded with merry people. But when there's nothing do-
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I was little girl only ten years old my father died-as you have been told. He left my mother with three children and small house in town. But we had nothing between us and want save my mothers industry. She took in sewing, and taught herself dressmaking by getting patterns and book of dressmaking instructions. Soon she had a good patronage, and was making a fair living for herself and three little ones, the youngest only three. I was the oldest. Dur ing the hot summer time our baby took i'll. and my mother was in the very midst of making wedding outfit for young lady in the town. Mother went to see the young lady and ex- plained her dilemma-a very sick baby and no one to assist her with its nursing, and told her that she would be unable to finish her part of the wardrobe. Now, what did that young lady do? She did not stamp her feet and say it was mean, or ugly things of that kind. She said to mother Mrs. Jackson, I am going to come to your house every day and look after your dear little child. We'll nurse her together, and my being with you will enable you to finish my work and at the same time your baby will not be neglected. couldn't bear to have you doing my work at the expense of your baby's health. And I don't want to take the work away from you for l know you are in great need of the money. So we shall work together-I as nurse under your directions and you at the sewing"
 Well, I have heard mother tell of that time, often. and she never failed to end with, God bless that girl, wherever she Is now, for she proved to be a friend in need It Is needless for me to tell you that my little sister Mamie got we'll and strong. and that the young lady not only nursed her every day but called in her own family doctor, and engaged a night nurse as we'll. Every day found her at Nannie's side, and mother could trust the baby to her. for she was so sympathetic and affec- tionate. While mother sewed indus triously. Miss Avery-that was her maiden name-kopt watch over the little patient and soon everything ended happily. Mother was too busy to attend the wedding, but I was dressed in my best white frock and went, taking brother Freddy with me. Miss Avery had us sit in the parlor, and we enjoyed the wedding more than any of the grownup guests. l am quite sure.
 And so ended happily what might have ended sadly for dear mother had Miss Avery been a selfish. un- sympathetic girl"
 "Grandmother, am so glad you told me this part of your girlhood days; and of how brave your own dear mother was. I wonder if can
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Sorry. kids. but I can't go."

Sorry. kids. but I can't go.'
 Busy all morning?" asked Jim.
 Nope" And Dick shook his head shamefacedly.
 'Then what you got to stay home for?" asked Harry.
 "Oh, I Just can't do anything to- day." said Dick. I'm having-hav- ing-a sort of vacation-or holiday in his throat. Just at the moment, up came Gus on the run. He car ried basket and some parcels for Mrs. Smith. Here's everything, Missus Smith," he said out of breath, handing the things to her.
 Dick. after watching his friends de- part without him, had to return to the library to engage in the delect- able pastime of doing absolutely noth- ing. For half an hour he fidgeted on the sofa. Then he turned his eyes on the shelves of books. How his hands itched to get at theml But reading was storing up Knowledge, therefore, 1t was not absolute idleness.
 The forenoon passed away, seeming to Dick twenty hours long. He did not know how he should manage to idle through another half -day-the longer half, too. Oh, what fool he had beenl The sounds of work going on about him almost drove him fran tic. A carpenter in the neighborhood was driving nails, and never had Dick heard sweeter music. Oh If he might be saving boards and driving nails if only he might be running down town on errands, or chopping kind ling wood, or be seated beside his father, doing little helpful work for him
 The telephone bell rang. Mrs. Smith answered 1t. Dick heard her
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saying: Dick? Oh, I guess he's en- toying his day splendidly. I am too busy to see much of him. You are too busy to come home to lunch?- Wait a minute! Dicks calling out something" And Mrs. Smith turned to Dick who had come into the living room. Please, Mother. can't you and Father let me off with the half day {? just can't stand any more of this thisVabominable idleness. It's about killed me-" Dicks voice trembled. Mrs. Smith smiled. then said: "I'll ask Father" Then in the telephone Daddy Dicks had enough idleness and wants to quit with the halliday |? May he? Oh, you don't mind, and you'd like him to come to the ofice-'
 "I'll be there right awayi" broke in Dick. 'I'll not wait for lunch I'll go at once. I'll help Daddy on that work all afternoon"
 Mrs. Smith repeated Dicks wild exclamations to his father, then hung up the receiver. You must have lunch first, dear" she said. Then you may go and work an hour with Daddy after which you'd better join the boys at the park. likeness Is hard, isn't it, dear child?"
 You should have added, Mother, that idleness is HARD LABOR, for it's quite done me up in half day. Work and play go well together, but blamed if I want any more absolute idleness. But now I'll eat lunch and off to Daddy's office to do a good turn of work. That will even things up little bit. Sorry lost that job you gave to Gus-but it taught me lesson, Mother"
 And arms about each other, mother and son marched off to the dining room to lunch, and Dick felt happy once more
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R OurpuZZle Corner s 1
WORD SQUARE.

WORD SQUARE. My first is a girls name. My second is team of domestic animals.
 My third Is to peruse. My fourth is a boys nickname.
 BEHEADINGs. 1. Behead to be pleased over some- thing and get boy. 2. Doubly behead to be perfectly quiet and get time devoted to re- ligious observances. 8. Doubly behead a country In Asia and get to make wager.
 CURTAILINGs. 1. Curtail to be beautiful or ele- gant and get a part of fish, 2. Curtail to be compassionate and get a deep hole in the ground. 8. Doubly curtail portion of any thing and get pastry.
 CONUNDRUMs. ! When is thought like an oil paint ing?
 When framed. When is glass like negro? When col0red. When are men like eagles? When Bald.
 ANSWERS TO LAST WEEKS
 PUZZLES. HIDDEN POET PUZZLE:-Moore. Words hduing right initidls, 1. Men. 2. Old. 8. Ot0l. A. Rich. 5. Eat. ADDITIONS:-1. One-Done 2. Rant Grant. g. Old-Hold. 4. LaUe-Sldve. LETTER ENIGMA:-Europe. rolling tCdves.
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A FRIEND OF CHILDREN.

n UEEN Helene of Italy is sometimes
 called the Babies Queen" be- " cause she is so devoted to her children. She is very much interest ed in all that pertains to the wei fare of children, and helps establish hospitals for them, being patroness of many that are for the aid of chill dren only. She helps the older girls, establishing schools for lacemaking and otherwise striving to make them self-supporting.
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in tho fresh spring wind.
 "Yes. I was somewhat anxious" replied Grandmother. 'But what kept you so long, child?"
 Well. Grandmamma. first I want to tell you how awfully sorry l am that I spoke so unkindly-so un- sympathizingly - about poor Mrs. Jones a while ago. She Is really quite i'll, and when I got to her house I found her all alone. She had sent her little boy for a neighbor. and evidently the neigh bor took her time
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ADDITIONS.

1. Add the letter P to a grain and get the valuation placed upon an ar- ticle.
 2. Add the letter s to thick, semi- liquid substance and get a celestial body.
 8. Add the letter P to the act of be- ing tardy and get dish.
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always find 2 way out of every diff f1culty."
 Sally then ran out of the room and Grandmother Richardson sat down beside the window. There was a far away look in her eyes. and once or twice she wiped them softly to clear away some mist that had gathered there. She was a dear old lady and
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SHADON-fOMM.

TT was deep night in Shadow-Town:
 The lamps were lit, but shades - were down. No lights gleamed through the dark
 ness black: The moon was hid-Alack! alack! The winds did blow-did sadly vail. The clouds were rent. down fell the
 hail. But in their houses, snug and light, The People did not mind the night. From out the windows they would Then say, "'Tis time for bed and
 sleep" Yes, it was night In Shadow-Town: The lamps were lit, but shades were
 down.
The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1912-04-12

straw sandals. The boat-shaped slippers OF
silk worn by the Chinese are very coquettish
though even the betrousered ladies begin
ming to show preference for American shoes,
Jumping to another subject as unrelated to
shoes as shoes to revolution, let speak or
the novel feature of an agricultural city. A
goodly portion of Honolulu, in expanses scat
tered far and wide, is given over to wet farm
ing, and some parts to dry farming. Those
wide fields that look like lakes choked with
Gala lilies, are really taro patches, taro being
the vegetable that provides the native food,
poi. Duck ponds line the way to the seaside
playground, Waikiki, and neighboring these
are broad acres of bananas. Residents climb
the moist breezy valleys for the sake of
dure and freshness, and compete for posses
sion of district with Oriental truck farmers
who keep to their unspeakable Oriental ideas
of farm fertilization. But the commercial flow
er fields of the Orientals one does not quarrel
with; they add color and fragrance here and
yon-one field in a resident district is given
over entirely to red carnations, another faunts
asters month after month another big, yellow
chrysanthemums.
Steamer day is surely feature of Hawaii's
chief port. Yesterday Honolulu may have been
as lethargic, lifeless, the poor jaded horses
of the Chinese hackman waiting there discon-
solately for the fare that never comes. But
today all is different, for today is Steamer day
in the marnin! Behold town alive to it's
farthest outpost. Automobiles dashing every
where, every seat full. Business houses hust-
ling clerks counting seconds before the mail
departs. At the postofice frenzy running high:
congestion within and without, incoming for
eign mail to be distributed, outgoing foreign
mail to be delivered at the wharves island
mail transhipped, and addresses In SO many
languages, such Babel outside the windows,
the wonder is anything goes right. Gold clink-
ing at the banks, the impressive gentlemen In
the cages handling in one day wealth which
would make the outside world, If it knew, SIT
up and take notice Tourists from Australia
and India, officers from the Philippines, Chi
nese and Japanese notables, fresh-cheeked
folk fresh from The States and Canada, fly
here and there, bringing in life not insular,
The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1912-04-12
WHEREIN DADDY WAS WRONG
Tommy Resented Injustice Done to
Saw, After He Had Proved
Its Temper.

Mr.. A., who was planning to
build an outdoor sleeping porch at the
back of his house, had an expensive
new saw sent home from a hardware
store. He left his office early the next
afternoon, with the intention of get
ting the porch we'll under way before
dinner; and, as he was very much in
terested in doing the work himself, he
donned pair of overalls and went at
it in good spirits. An hour or so later
he came tramping into the house, his
face dark with evaporation, and flung
himself down in disgust.
That new saw l bought isn't worth
, cents" he stormed. why, the thing
won't cut butter!'
His small son Tommy looked up in
wide-eyed surprise.
oh, Yes, it would, daddy" he said,
earnestly; why. Ted and l sawed
whole brick in two with it just this
morning!"-Harper's Magazine.