CHILDREN’S CORNER.

Evening Star, Issue 12871, 21 July 1906, Page 10

CHILDREN’S CORNER.

A SONG OF SCHOOL DATS. (A Study in Esperanto.) wenn you have Tnunney in urc kloas too spend u no that everybuddy is ure frend uz long uz u have gott it arm thay laff at awl ure goafcs becaws thav think tbav haff J to laff at tun ann awl the time uno it aint u but ure munney maiks urn so. Ann girls are apptoo flatter u ann say how swel u look becaws thay no that ,thaw wil get a bocks nv kandy ann uno 77 the wurid is fnl uv shamm ann hollo sho. u are the kappten uv the basebawF teem uz long uz u wil bi the boise iskream ann lend urn term sense sometimes weun thare broak but if ure munney shood go up in smoak sx that n koodnnt bi things fore the oine uda feal it was ure dooty to rezine becaws thade treet u kool ann say that thay J ' shood have a basebawl kappten that Icood play - ann u wood shedd sum bittur teers ann go behind the feose ann tri to hide nre wo. butt if sum grate missforchune kum to u ann u shood find wnn trend boo was troo bloo ude klasp him to ure boozem offie tito ann say awl is not lost wun ray uv lite remanes ann tlio it nesrly break ure hart to pay ure detts ude taik another start ann wenn ude maid moar munney u wood go ann orrgarmize anutber teem uno too bete thco life owt uv the teem, that throo u down wenn ure missforchune kum to u. J- W. Foley.

HE SAVED A FAIRY’S LIFE! Mr Richard Mansfield, as many people know, is in the forefront of the American stage, and his wife (nee Beatrice Cameron) was for many years his leading lady. But until the other day they had never allowed their seven-year-old son, Gibbs, to go to a p'ay. Thin Mrs Mansfield took him l 0 sea Maude A dams in J. M. Barrie’s phantasy of childhood, ‘Peter Pan.’ Young Master Mansfield is largely endowed with his father s imagination and temperament, and followed the play with bulging eyes until ihs pirates came on and threatened the life of Peter and his band in the ever-IS ever-Never Land. Then, in terror he covered his eyes with his fingers. But he followed the play, nevertheless, j or ~ j® ll Al lS:i Adams came forward to the footlights and begged the audience to save the life of linker Bill by saying that they believed in fames, he hung over the railmg of the box and shouted, in a childish treble: “I believe in ’em! I believe in em! His manner was so scared and bis voice was so earnest that he drew the attention of the entire audience to' him. On his way heme in the carriage Master Mansfield was in a state of jubilant exultation, clapping his hands at intervals and exclaiming; “I saved the life of a fairv 1 1 saved the life of a fairy. l ” " IDA SPIED A SPIDER. ” Ida spied a spider. And she was sore dismayed. She did not dare to kill tho thing, hor that might rainy morrow bring. Alive, she was afraid, And while site stood considering. The spider guessed her plan. He thought it was wiser not to wait, And so away he ran. —‘St. Nicholas.’ WHEN MARK TWAIN PLAYED TURTLE. Out in Hannibal, Missouri, there are old people who remember an interesting incivvkl m , th ° chi ldbood of Mark Twain, When the Clemens family moved to that town from Florida, Missouri, in 1859, the great humorist was four years old. Among ms playmates, and living next door, was a hi tie girl named Fanny Pavey. Between the Clemens and Pavey homes was a high board fence, punctured here and there with knot-holes at which Mark Twain used to play pcek-a-boo with Fannv. One day l, e suggested to h<* that they" play turtle. What’s playin’ turkle?” asked Fanny cautiously. “Poke your finger frew a knot-hole an’ Til show yon,” observed the boy. Little Fanny did as she was ordered. The moment the tiny finger of the trusting child appeared in a knot-hoh Mark Twain, on the other side, grabbed it between his teeth. Of course, the little girl, not being

abls to see what had grasped her finger, became iembly frightened! and tried to withdraw it. She could not do so, for Mark Twain held on for keeps. Fanny set up a great hue and cry, which any child is Jf™ to do under the circumstances, and the Pavey and the Clemens families rushed one to see what* was the trouble. He did not heed his mother’s command to let go and it was necessary to “choke him loose.” Bater, when the excitement had subsided, when the youthful turtle had been properly attended to, and when Fanny’s finger had been carefully bound up in a piece of calico, Mark Twain was asked why he had refused to let go. I “ Tnrkles, When they bites,” said he, j “ never let go till it thunders.” But it was only the tbnnder of his mother’s slipper that he was permitted to hear. THE GINGHAM NEST. ! “Mamma,” said Edie, coming in from school one day last spring, “our teacher wants each of us bring her a piece of «no of our school dresses to put into a quilt. Can’t I give her a piece of this new gingham dress?” “Yes, certainly,” said mamma; “and I know, of another place where tome of your

dness mi glit. be welcome. Some very Stele b;ts.” “Where?" “Mrs Robin Redbreast is bnfldsng a n«t in the pine tree; and if you take this, handful of dippings and scatter them about Ulmer th© tr©6 she ntav be glad to w&ivg .them in.”‘ Edie did so, and Mrs Robin mad© good use of them. After the nest was done, Ldi© could 1 look up and see the bits of red and blue, and she called it a “ gingham nest” Now the birds have gone, but the nest is still there,—' Our Little Ones/ 1 I j I JtJTENILE WIT. I A teacher iu one of the Chicago sdhooia ■ recently told her pupils of the custom among Chinese women of bandaging their feet, and concluded by asking- “Why, do I you think, the Chinese ladies are anxious ; to have such small feet?” “Because," replied a boy, who may be destined to take the place which Russell Sage shall leave vacant in the financial world, “ their shoes won t cost so much.” “ Hero, Tommy, didn’t you promise never to be bad again if I took you to the circus?” “Oh, well, why not let bygones be bygones, I heard you tcllin* ma last night that it made you tired to have her always

bringin’ up what you promised before tou got married.”

A _ schoolmaster who relied on moral persuasion had a backward pupil who stammered. In the lesson, the master pointed to ♦he first letter of the alphabet, and asked what it was. The young hopeful replied: ■“I was n-not sent - here t-to t-t-teach vou, b-but for you,t-to t-t-teach me.” “That is A, Johnny.” “H-how do you know that t-t-thats A?” “My schoolmaster told me.” ' And whp t-t-told him it was A!” The schoolmaster, thinking hard of moral j-er-suasion: “ His schoolmaster.” “ And bo-how d-do you know t-t-that old f-f-fool wasn’t telling a 1-lie f A child was always being corrected, for saying ‘ ain’t.” One day the teacher, got so angry that she said: “Write out 100 times ‘ain’t’ is not grammar.” The child returned in the morning with “Aint amt grammar ’ written a hundred times. After the reading lesson in a Liverpool Council school on the subject of ‘Tom Brown’s Schooldays,’ the teacher feed each boy to write down a definition of a “ public” school. Among the many written, the following perhaps showed the closest attention to the points of difference explained previously: —*‘A public school is a place where boys sleep and eat till they are 18.”