The Richmond Virginian. (Richmond, Va.) 1910-1920, 1914-01-25
Ted's Hair Ribbon
by NINA HARRISON.

Rattle. rattle. bang.,! Bumpity-
bump tumbled the large pan on the
floor
Spill, spill ran the sour milk over
the clean pantry shelves.
Drop. drop. drop fell the milk on
little Ted's first Jacket and trousers
Ted looked UP at the high shelf,
from which he had tried to pull the
pan. thinking that II held some of
Aunt Mary's nice doughnuts, instead
Of that milk.
Ted looked down at his new suit and
the lake of milk on the floor.
"Whe-ew." he whlstled. Suppose
I'll have q whipping for this. / don't
care. Aunt Nancy couldn't hurt a
flea IL she tried
Just then Aunt Nancy opened the
door
II looked an II there had been a
milk storm in the pantry.
Shelves, dishes and floor were COW
cred with it, even the black cat. who
had crept in after Ted, was sprinkled
In the midst stood small hoy. with
the puggist kind OF a nose, and a large
mouth, that didn't know whether to
turn up and laugh or to turn down and
cry.
This boy, too. was dripping. milk
spilled" said the boy, in frightened
voice.
Il should think It did" exclaimed
his tired aunt. Ted Lyman. you are
the naughtiest boy. Didn't l tell you
not to. go near the pantry"
Yes, 'um," little Ted whispered
hanging his face with It's pug nose and
large mouth.
She led the dripping boy into the
kitchen.
Now, Ted. am afraid l must pun
ish you, so that you will remember to
obey Whippings don't do you a mite
OF good. shall tie a girls ribbon
around your head for the rest OF the
day
Ted looked horror-struck
He had a great contempt for that
creature called girl. who could not
crawl through the rails To wear a
girls ribbon was torture and disgrace.
"Oh, Aunt Mary, can't do that, I'd
rather billion times be whipped. and
then fried and roasted - the big
oven"
But gentle Aunt Mary for once in
her life was firm.
All the rest OF that day Ted gloom
lily staked In the shade and on the
very top OF his bullet-shaped. closely
shaven head was tied the scarlet bow
of girls hair ribbon.
Two Boats.
They went sailing out over the
sea together, both Of the same size
carrying the same sail and making
the same course. There was quite a
sea running The waves were high.
and they both had to meet them. But
1t didn't seem really the same day to
their passengers. the boats behaved
so differently. One Of them just
hunted the waves! When it saw one
coming ii would put it's head down
IL .t~
a pillow instead of a boat That meant
a great splurge OF water all over the
deck. wetting everybody in sight,
which was anything but nice for the
people on board. But the other
would lift her head and rise on the
sea, riding It like a duck, while the
passengers laughed with glee. l know
very we'll which of the two you would
like to sail on!
Have you heard people talk about
'the sea of life? We all go out
upon 1t in-our- Little -hnatS---1t~i S-a
long voyage. with many storm, and
there are -plenty--ef- big waves. But
much depends on how we take them.
Some people always make the most
of their troubles. Thoy bunt the
waves with their heads down. and
they are always getting their eyes
filled with salt water-which nobody
likes
Everybody must meet Troubles. But
1t 10 quite possible to keep on top OF
most of them. to be brave and cheer
full in spite Of them. And then people
will like to sail with you.
Suppose you try 1t when come
thing Trets youth school, at play or
In the home. You will have chances
enough. Don't bunt the waves Keep
your head up. with a CHEEKY smile.
Often the trouble win roll off like
water from 4 ducks back. and after
a bit. you will be laughing at It, You
will find the sun bright overhead.
and the swell Of the sea not half SO
bad az 1t seemed. Now--Hd like to
watch your httic craft as you SAIL.
..t FRA NF z. pAYLEY.
DenveE