CHILDREN'S CORNER.

Evening Star, Issue 14515, 5 November 1910, Page 11

CHILDREN'S CORNER.

SIR GALAHAD. Many of yoti have read of Sir Galahad, one of'the knights of King Arthur's Bound Table. Liko tho other knights, he was strong, bravo, and ever ready to battle with sword or epear; but above most of them was ho famous for hia noble spirit and pure life. Tennyson pute into his lips theso words in tho poem bearing tho knight's name: My strength is as tho strength of ten, Because my heart is pure. It is a splendid experience to be 6lrong, and purity helps to make us strong. 'lh;s is true of tho bodv. Greatathletes are very careful about bathing. They cannot do their best unless they keep clean. Of course, in work and play dust and dirt will get on our bodice, but if left on they will take away some of our strength. Tho same is true of character. You will not ha-vo so strong a nature if you look at impure pictures, listen to impure stories, speak impuro words, and indulge in impure acts. No temptations come to schoolboys and girls nioro dangerous than those which try to interest them in what is not nice and clean. Remember Sir Galahad. The next time anybody starts to show you a bad picturo or tell an unclean story, turn away, saying to vourself "Sir Galahad." When an unclean temptation appeals to you, or an evil thought comes into your heart, drive it away. Like Sir Galahad, bo strong and pure. Bo pure, and you will be strong.— Tho 'Mother.' PHYLLIS. If I was truly five last night, Whv am I eix to-day? I know when thoy turned down the light I wasn't six. It can't bo right { But, still, it's what they eay. I had my barf, and said " God blew," Sam© as I always do; 4nd Munimv kissed and tucked me in (When lights so out, then stars begin To como and kiss you, too!). I never saw the Dustman come; For, when the star-eyes blink, A» if they couldn't hardly keep Themselves from falling fast asleep, 1 shut my eyes to think And that was how tho night went by— j I did not find it long; And yet, you see, it does seem queer, For I'm older by a year—Unless they've counted wrong. But now—oh! please, be very quick, I do not want to wait To havo my pinny tied so well; For when tiey ring tho breakfast bell They'll let me see my plate ! For all the people that I love, They love me back tho same; And on tho day God lent me wings To ily to earth, they gave mo things, Because they're glad I came. TAKING HER BEARINGS. Tho Beverley twins, Fred and Frank, were such exact counteraarts of each other that none of the neighbors could tell them apart, and even their mother sometimes had her doubts. Tho resemblance is accentuated by the fact that they are dressed exactly alike. '• How in the world can you yourself tell which is which, Mrs Beverley?" asked a caller one day. "To tell the truth," she answered, "I can't always; but if I hear a noise in the pantry, and I call out ' Frod, is that you?' and he says ' Yes, mamma,' I know it's Frank, and that he's in some kind of mischiof." WHAT HE WANTED. A small boy entered a grocer's shop and asked, in a hesitating manner, for a pound of coffee. "Quite sure it's coffee?" asked tho assistant. " No-o, it's cocoa," replied the urchin. "Now, listen," said the man. "Was it cocoa or coffee you were told to get?" " it's dark-looking stuff," stammered the boy. " Yes, but they are both dark-looking," said the grocer. Thero was a painful pause. Then the youngster burst out: "Oh. bother it; it's that stuff you make tea with!" EVERYBODY WORKED BUT FATHER, " Please, sir," said the ranged street urchin, " give us a copper !" " I'll give you a ' copper ' all right!" exclaimed the city merchant " it yon go about begging ! Can't '"-••■ ':cr support you?" The urchin shook his head. "What is your father'.' - ' "Why, sir, Vs—Vs me father." "Yes; but whnt i« he?" " 'K's mo stepfather." "Yes, yes; but whnt is his profession? What does lie do? Docs lie drive buses, sweep chimneys, or what?" "Oh." answered the urchin, the light of comprehension dawning on his face, "o-oh, no; 'e ain't don notVnfc since we 'ad 'im !"

THE LAST STRAW. T Babies who are too sweet-tempered _to | protect themselves by crying and being cross about it have to enduro a good deal in the way of being kissed by a host of § lelatives and frien-h with whom they aw ' not acquainted. The following story is told of a little maiden who finally asserted her rights. She was only thrae years old. and it was her first visit to a number of relatives. Aunts, uncles, and cousins crowded round i her, and kissed her over and over again. | Sho stood it patiently, and gave every kisß j that vas askel for without demur. After ' a while, when sho had run tho gauntlet of j affectionate relatives, Uncle Torn said: | "Now, baby, I'll take you out to see the j cow " ' Outside tho doer sdie stopped and shook her littlo head. "Uncle Tom/' she said. "I won't Ivi.s.i the cow." And Uncle Tom took pity on her, and did not insist. A DIME NOVEL STORY. A bey returned from school ono day with a report that his scholarship had fallen below the usual average, and this conversation tod; i>:a:e : " Son/' 's.'.i 1 the father, "you've fallen behind this month, haven't you?" " Yes, sir." "How did it happen?" "Don't know, tir." The father know, jf th-i son didn't. He observed some dimo novels scattered about tin house, but had not thought it v.orin while to say anything until a fitting opportunity should offer itself. A basket .if aK'i- : >■:' od upon tha floor, and ho said:

"Emr.ty out tluso apples and take tho burki.'i, ;!;:d i-'r.-ij it to mo half-full of chips." Suspecting nothing, the son obeyed. " And now," ho continued, " put those apple.-, back info the basket." When half the apples were replaced tho boy said: "V'ther, they roll elf. 1 can't put any mor- :i." "Put then-, iu, I tell you." "But 1 can't." "Put them in? No, of course .you can't put them in. You said you didn't know why you fell behind at school, and I will tell you why. Your mind is iikc that iv;iket;" it will not hold more than so much, and (here you've been the past mouth filling it up with cheap dirt—dimo novels." Tho boy turned on his heels, whistled, and said : " Whew ! I see the point!" Not a dime novel has • been seen in the house from that day to this.

"Pa." "Well?" "What's a fortification?" "A big fort, of course." "Well, pa, what's a ratification? A big " " Willie, it's time yon went to bed, so make yourself scarce." Little Elmer: " Papa, what is politeness?" Professor Broad head : "Politeness, my son, is the art of not letting people know what you really think about them." Madge: "I wouldn't think of letting a man make lovo to me until ho knew me thoroughly." Marjorie: "Do you think he'd do so then, dear?"