FOR YOUNG FOLKS.

Waipa Post, Volume VIII, Issue 354, 2 October 1914, Page 6

FOR YOUNG FOLKS.

DON’T TURN TAIL. , Having sent on his guns and luncheon—remains of the various costly dishes—a sportsman, who was tiger hunting in the jungle, followed on pony-back. A rustling noise caught his ear, and he saw a tiger creeping rapidly towards him. He turned the pony towards it, shouting as he did so. The tiger paused, stared, but did not retire. The man then rode at the cat, shouting loudly as he went. The tiger withdrew several yards, faced round again, sat up on its haunches, and stared. Believing that the moment he turned the tiger would be after him, he resolved upon a final attempt to drive it away. Accordingly he rode straight at it, waving his arm and ordering it to be gone. The tiger waited to hear no more, but turned tail and slunk off rather grudgingly. So when you meet a tiger, don’t run away. TWO SCHOOL STORIES. A school scene. The teacher speaking: “Be industrious, children, and you will succeed. You remember, do you not, the great difficulty George Washington had to contend with?” “Yes, sir; yes, sir,” the children piped. “And what difficulty, what almost insuperable difficulty, nearly crippled the great George?” “He couldn’t tell a lie!” chorused the children. The teacher had noticed something queer about the rendering of a certain line of a hymn used in morning school. One morning sho determined to get to the bottom of tho mystery. Listening intently, sho traced the peculiarity to Johnny. “Sing it by yourself, Johnny,” she commanded. Johnny did so, and instead of the line “Weak and sinful though we be,” he warbled “We can sing, full though wo bo.” THE LILY PRINCESS. Once upon a time there lived a lovely princess, whose kingdom had been stolen away, and her heart nearly broken because her people all turned from her, and served her enemies. Sho only had one friend left, a big, rough, kindly soldier, who had played with her and loved her since she was a baby, and who loved her more than ever now that sho needed him so much. “No one shall ever hurt you, 41 he cried, “for I will defend you with my life 1”

“And nothing shall ever separate us,” said the poor princess, as she and her trusty follower set out into the world. But they found the world a very hard place, and at last the fairies took pity on them. “Listen,’’ they said to the forlorn princess, “we will turn you into a beautiful flower, and everyone will love and admire you.” “But 1 cannot possibly leave my soldier,” she replied. “He has been true to me, and I will be to him.” “You need not part,” said the fairy queen, as she waved her wand. And there, in place of the .two wanderei s, stood a pure white lily of the valley, wrapped about with a big protecting leaf! I should not be a bit surprised if you had seen them for yourself. BETTY’S RESOLUTION. “I would make a good resolution,” said Betty Bradley, on New Year’s morning, “tf I could think of something to resolve. Can’t you help me, mother?” ‘Well’ said mother, “you might resolve not to hunt for anything, tut that would be a hard resolution to keep.” “ “Oh, I don’t think so!” said Betty. “I’ll run this minute and put it down in my diary.” An hour later Betty came dancing into the sitting-room. “All the girls are going to the pond!” she cried. “And, 0 mamma, where are my skates ?”

“They must be in the box with your rubbers,” said mamma. “They’re not there,” said Betty, “but I think I can find them.” “Without hunting?” asked mamma. Betty’s face flushed. She went straight to her own room. “I won’t begin the New Year by acting like a baby,” she said. “I’ll stay at home and tidy up instead of going out.” How she flew about! The papers and letters went into the desk, the handkerchiefs and ribbons into the boxes where they belonged. She hung her clothes in the closet, and stacked the books on the shelf. When she had swept and dusted and arranged to her hearts content, she went back to the sitting-room. “Good morning, Mrs. Bradley!” she said, bowing to her mother. “I wish you a Happy New Year, and if you’re making calls to-day, I hope you’ll come and see me.” “Thank you,” replied Mrs. Bradley. “I shall certainly do so.” And ten minutes later she came to Betty’s door. At first they talked about the weather as if they were strangers. Then Mrs. Bradley, ventured to praise the appearance of the room. “Thank you,” replied Betty primly. But she quite forgot her dignity,. and threw her arms round her visitor’s neck with a cry of delight .when Mrs. Bradley said, as she rose to go, “Can you spend the evening with me? I have invited to tea a few of my young friends, and I should like to make you one of the party.”