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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Brussels Post, 1908-7-30, Page 71 x,11 1 k RALPH LED THE PROCESSION (WOND(Qr ONDER- who will parry the ER banner?' observed Tommy y r Holcombe to his comrades, as they came from the cricket field. All knew to what Tommy referred. No other banner could be meant than the one carrled at the head of the. school children's procession on Em- pire Day. This holiday, first held to. commemorate Queen Viotoria'a birth- day, was celebrated with much -splen- dor at Islington. But it was the pro- cession that pleased the boys most of all, for this was of their own making. .And a great honor came to the boys rwho carried the banner at the head of the parade. These were always the most popular boys at school and were chosen by their fellows. "Don't know," repined Jack Danford to Tommy's query; "but I do know that we'd better be thinking of our cricket match with the 'Blues' in- stead of Empire Day." 'rhe others admitted that Tack was. undoubtedly right, and they fell to discussing their chances of winning from the "Blues." But the match itself! No one will ever forget it. Never before bad there been such a struggle. Handi- capped by the loss 0f two - of their best bowlers, who were 111, the "Reds" got along badly. Finally, in his dos- peration, Captain Rob decided to give little Ralph Barncrolt a chance. Ralph was a quiet chap -too quiet to gain much favor with his fun -loving playmates. He really deserved a place on the team, but as he never put for- ward claims for ,a, place, others filled the position which should have been his. Ralph did himself proudthat day. Accompanied by the cheers of the "Reds' " sympathizers, he began to bowl out oneafter another of the op- posing players, And he saved the match for the "Rods.," No sooner had Ralph bowled out the last man than he toppled over in a faint, His teammates, 1n consterna- tion, ran to his aid. He offered no excuse for his weakness when re- vived, but the doctor told them after- ward that the boy had played with one of the bones of his wrist broken. You can imagine what a hero Ralph became now. Of course, he had won glory in saving the game, but the fact that he had mentioned not a word o1 the accident to his wrist that morning and his gameness In play- ing despite the injury, endeared him o s e owe as no other act could have done. Ralph was chosen first of all to carry the banner on Empire Day, nor was there one who did not approve of the choice. And truly, Ralph felt proud as he could be when he led the procession. He appreciated the honor all the more, inasmuch as It had come as such a great surprise to him. Broke the Silence TIM had been especially cautioned not to disturb the guests .et din- ner by chattering, And as he re- garded It a big privilege to sit In a low chair ducb as grown folks used, he Premised :lie -mother and himself that he would be vary good, indeed, It was no hardship for Tim to keep silence at first, for his mouth. Was very (lase to his plate, byreason of.the -low- nese of the chair, and Tim found that he could eat an enormous lot in an ex- ceedingly short time. But when des- eert was reached, he could restrain his Patience no longer, "Father," ea1d he, "you can't guess What I've got under the table." The father, who had been quite pleae- ed with Tim's silence, now rewarded the ladby asking kindly; "And what have you under the table, my boy?" "An orful stomach-ache," sadly re- plied Tini. Politeness MARY looked shyly up at the handsome gentleman who had just been calling on her father and who now stopped to talk for a moment with the little maid. Evi- dently Mary wished to say some- thing, but somehow found it hard to speak. At last she pleaded desper- ately.and with a' troubled air; "Please don't think me impolite, sir; but would you mind doing ale a fa- vor?" "With the greatest pleasure, little girl," returned the man. "Then," .said Mary, "I wishyou wouldn't leanonthat gate post. Father justhaditpainted this morn- ing, and I don't think he'd want to be troubled having it done over again." Changing 30,000 Names N1111 01' long ago Dr. Charles Eastman made a trip to the Pine Ridge Reservation, South Dakota, for the sole purpose of renaming 30,000 Sioux -Indians. Dr. Eastman, who is himself a full-blooded Sioux, had the task of changing such oumbrous names as "Afraid -of -a -Bear," "Big -Black -Raven - With -the -White -Eyes," "Many -Light- nings," "Thunder -In -the -Clouds" and many others just as long, to plain John, Walter, Edward, and so on. Somehow it seems a shame to part with these splendidly sounding names for such ordinary ones, doesn't it? That Iudefnable Air. "There's no use talkin'," said Farmer Corntossel, as he knocked the ashes out of his corncob and laid 10 on the mantel- piece, there's something about a college education that does give a young feller polish." Do you think our boy Josh is improv- ed?' • Yep. He kin smoke a Pipe in a Way that makes it look real stylish ". How the Babies Won the Race h WE REALLY didn't intend to have a race. AuntLillianwas merely posing us for a kodak picture. Freddy and 3 were on don- keys, Clara on her bicycle and the twine on Nero and the pet ram. And, of course, Freddy didn't mean it when he :suggested, "Wouldn't it be fun to see who would win out in a race?" We did have a raeo, however, an exciting one, too, For Some unao- countable reason, 13111y,- the ram, gave one jump and then started on a run • through the woods, with Baby Joe clinging 6 g with all his might to the wool. The next instant away dart- ed Nero in pursuit. Freddy's donkey followed, starting so quickly that Freddy was thrown off into tile bushes. Clara and I, anxious to see What end this mad frolic would have, rode fast along the route taken by the party. How the babies ever stuck on I don't know, and I suppose you'll, hardly believe it When I tell you that both were seated when the ram, alter i completing •a big circle through the woods returned to the startle point. starting Nero,hie with s baby rider, was right at his neck. The rest o1 us trailed in a moment later. You may know how relieved we were when we found that 110 accident had happened to the twins. Then we all laughed quite heartily at the thought of the babies winning the race.. We did so wish Aunt Lillian could have taken a snapshot of us in action! NOT always were milestones obliged to stand immovable at measured distances from each other along he roadside, The time was, ever so long ago, that at night- fall, when .wayfarers seldom journey- • ea abroad, milestones were given op- portunity .for•reoreation. But mile - /stones then were different fioin the. Milestones of today. They wore merely elves, who, by order of the Fairy Queen, took their stands .by the ;wayside, and placards hanging about their necks directed travelers, When freed from duty at night they ,'hastened. to join the •fairies in their /relies, At dawn the elf milestones ceased. their revelingandreturnedto their posts. One night, while the elves were having tin unusually merry time, a certain elf suggested to his fellow- rhllestonee: Let us have some fun on the mor- row by exchanging placards with one &So lrarthou ' , git ovary inilestonoelf know thoroughly well the wrong he :was doing, the next day found themt. along the roadside, With the placards' mss i nee in a s d P ttda W y. Weary travelers Mould coma to the first elf and 3Voul( glad upon the placard: CI3'ANGIOD TO STONE "Thlmbletown-.l mile." Conking to the next milestone elf, they Would read: "Thimbletown--8 Mlles." Tills, of course, greatly puzzled thorn, and they ware still moredismayedwhen they found the placard of the Mild.. 10110 elf hex' a in Ardor bore tU6 ln- Serlltlon: ''"TitC m lot " And 1 b own -G lanes." os. elves would:11014 Ptheirasaidee /With o A 11II1Y-TAL ,Awl- laughter. To theme it was a most eomical sight. To look at the man who would passthe one -mile post with a, merry smCle, tho eight -mile poet with ,a savage frown and the five -milepost with an utterly bewil- dered stare, seemed the :best joke in the world. - Tlte Fairy Queen, however, couldn't 038 tlto. 30 was funny at all. So vexed was slic with the elves' breach of rule that she ordered thorn to march direct to their stations, No sooner were they posted than every one of them she()hanged into stone. Upon these stones wore then placed the reading 1ormorly carried: by the plan aids. Never more could theelves join at niglhttline the joyous games of the fel rtes, Beg Prayer. "01, grandma!" exclaimed little Mildred, "I asked Gotl last night to give us a nice, cleat day, anti see how fine it le!" Grandma Smiled et the little girl as She responded, "1 am fond of pleasant Weather, too, my child. Now won't you pray that it may be Warmer 00 m0r4'0W, so that my rheumatism may be' better?" Mildred b-ronlrsed, and that night Oho added to her e prayers lira ra uest:. "0111 (lea, please make ithot1Oti grandma," ['Sill GlinffIES D L1GH Prince Humbert HVIM Is the piletegrapll of still other prince. Tile Is Humbert, prince of Piedmont, and son of Ring VictOr Emmanuel ITT and Qtleel9 Iielene of Italy. He la crown Prince, soy In case of hie father's death, ho will aa- cond the throne of Italy, Quite a eerie Ii T seems to me that boys and girls . know .much better than do grown- ups the true meaning• of generosity and charity.Grown folks don't have the scorn a boy or girl has for 0 ''stin- gy," nor do they have such keen pity for the unfortunate. No one among the little English miss- ies, who took part in - the - delightful fete held the other day at Claridge's Ho- tel. London, ever lacked food or clothes; yet their sympathy was none the less great for poor boys and girls who did suffer want, and all that was earned at the fete would be used for charitable LITTLE WELSH MAID purposee. Work done by such laborers, and 01 such a cause, could not help meet with success, The audience enjoyed itself im- menet/, And well it might, ' for was there not a little playlet, "The :Three Wishes," and lots of merriment besides -all provided for its entertainment? Then the costumes! They werecharm- ing, and of so many different kinds that It kept You busy examining them. One of the pictures shows you Miss Beatrice Byrne In the dress of a little Welsh. girl; another shows a tiny fellow -wno attended the fete garbed as Robin Hood. Miss Felicity Tree and Miss Enz- abeth Asquith, principals. in "The Three Wishes," are pictured in .their quaint costumes. Everybody bad a great deal of fun. You see, there's no end of happiness 15 doing good to others. It's especially rat- ting, too, that boys and girls should help other boys and girls. 'Uncomplimentary. Bobby examined rather critically the face of the baby his friend Edna was wheeling about. Well," .said he, 'finally. "I don't think he's very pretty; but I guess it's the kind of face that grows on you." Edna retorted indignantly, 'It's not the sort of 'face that ever grew on you. You'd be nicer looking if it Was." An Object of Interest 1 TT IS told of a certain English bish- op that he was visiting a friend, When he noticed that the son of his host, a lad of about 8 years old, seamed much interested in hien, This rather pleased the bishop, as he was fond of children. He looked at the boy with his very best smile and asked: "Don't you think we shall be good friends?" "Oh, you're all right," replied the boy, slowly. Then, glancing down at the bishop's knee breeches, he added, "But, say - won't your mother let you wear long trousers yet?" How Old Are You H-OCF old are you on your tenth birthday? Ten, of course, you will answer. But see if I can- not prove you wrong, In fact, you are only 9. Your first birthday was on the day you were born, your sec- ond birthday on the day you were 1 year old, and so on, until the tenth birthday, when you 'are 9 years o. 1, the age always keeping one year be. hind the number of the birthday. Onion as Weather Indicator. Place twelve onions in a row on Christmas Day, name each after a month and put salt on their tops. Those on which the salt is melted lnslde of twelve days will be wet months. The Big Lion SIR OLIVER LODGE, one of Bag - land's most learned men, on first look seems to be rough and un- kind, but upon acquaintance with him you learn thathe is the contrary. In- deed, a child -friend described him as "a great big lion with a white satin. heart," Sir Oliver likes to talk as simply as pos- sible. On one occasion in the class- room, he asked a student how to do an experiment in which the raising of water in a tube was necessary. The student endeavored to explain with many long words. While he was still floundering among these "tongue - twisters," Sir Oliver .cut him short by saying briefly, "Suck the thing." e1` r. o ds'ge9Antre ter ter/ NOT often of late had Betty -vis- ited the old-fashioned attic which contained so many of her treas- ures -especially her wonderful Dream Book, the diary of that other little Betty who had lived years and years be- fore. Betty, you know, delighted to im- agine herself the other Betty, and, In- deed, she seemed so like her ancestress in many things that this was not at all difficult But her dream self belonged mostly to the attic, therefore she never even brought the diary to her own room. And now that her comfy seat among the branches 0f the Old apple tree was so inviting, the attio saw little of her. Ono day, however, the sky clouded over. Soon the rain fell and the apple tree castle was no longer habitable. Betty found her way to the attic, there to enjoy herself as best she might. 01 course, by this time the little girl knew by heart almost every word con- tained in the diary of her ancestress, Today one passage in the little book set her thinking. It told how this other Betty wondered just what her ances- tors were like. "I certainly have the advantage of her there," mused Betty, "'cause last Christmas when I thought I fell asleep in the attic all my ancestors came in such a funny way and told me all about' themselves. There was the dear old "USING AN OLD CHEST" Puritan Lady, the handsome Cavalier, that wicked pirate great -great -grand- uncle—" Here Betty shivered at the recollec- tion of the bloodthirsty appearance of leer pirate ancestor. "011, I know what 3'11 do navel" ex- claimed' Betty with sudden decision. "I'm going to have an Ancestor Party, and I'll invite all of them to come here again and we'll have a perfectly lovely time, I'm sure." Using an old chest asa desk, the girl Sl7.EMS as though 3 can't help. spending All my: time jest mending-mondingl • Meeding elOtlos that careless Dolly t0ar51 But 3 shouldn't dream of shirking Tasks like these; 3 don't mind working- • Working on the garments Dolly Woaro No doll's dresses Cast feuever, Though at mending you he clever -- Clever, 000, in cleaning them betimes; Soon m rt Y patterns I'll be taking And 111 practice my die ielnaklng-- Making clothes lO worse ti ii» making rhymes. began to write out neatly the invitations to her ancestors. Allat once she paus- ed, knittingher brow thoughtfully, "I do wonder whether I'd best invite that pirate uncle of mine." But she didn't have the heart to keep the wicked old, fellow away; and, be- sides, she thought that if she didn't in- vite him he might come anyway, and that would be vary unpleasant, At last the invitations were written. "Nohv, how in the world shall I send them:" Betty asked herself. Then, it seemed, a voice whispered In her ear: "Use the old candlestick." "That's just the thing!" exclaimed Betty, clapping her hands together. Swiftly she sped downstairs, returning presently with a candle. This she plac- ed in theantique candlestick. In the light she burnt one message after an- other, and she imagined she saw the ghosts of the messages rise after the paper was burnt and float away toward the far end of the. attic. When nothing but ashes remained, she 'seated herself expectantly on the chest, murmuring; I hopo It won't be long before some- thing happens." (CONTINUED NEXT SUNDAY.) Try it Yourself. A man once declared he could move an ordinary brick attached to two miles of cord along a level road. He failed to move the brick. It is esti- mated that the friction of the cord 011 the rend made the weight of the. brick and cord not far short 01 a ton. Wanted the Solt Sind, Little Boy -3 want anion brush, sir. Druggist -Any special kind? Little Boy -Er I think. I'd 111ce ono with a soft back, if you have it. cue prospect, Isn't it, for a little tenet? Who is not yet4 years old!' Humbert shouldn't be .nearly ao lonely as the little prince o1 Spain, because he has three little princess sls- ters, Iolanda, Matalda and Giovanna. And they are all ae pleasant -looking 50 the prince himself. In the World of Curiosities THIS strange looking animal, with huge, ghost-like eyes, 1s related to the lemur family, He makes his home In the islands of. Celebes, Su- matra, Borneo and the .Philippines, where the natives regard him with great dread. Living entirely in the trees, he feeds mostly on inseh's and email- reptiles. He takes his food after the fashion of the squirrel. The little fellow moves in a; aeries of .remarkable jumps, soma - what like 'a flea, leapingfrombough tQ bough in successive jerky leaps, This lemur Isn't nearly as horrible as he looks. Indeed, he is quite harmless and inoffensive. Although there would be no especial advantage for any of us to be strikingly ugly, the appear- ance of the specter lemur is his best safeguard, inasmuch as it protects him from the natives. Was IRs Puddle. Quite severely the dignified gentle- man commanded the boy who was en- joying himself in the middle of the street, "I3ey there, boy, get out of that dirty water." But the boy merely stared, and, feel- ing himself secure, shouted: "You go and find a mud puddle of your own! You won't steal this ono from me!" Couldn't be Published. A schoolgirl, who had to write an. es say about motoring, submitted the fol- lowing: "My uncle bought a motor car. Ho was riding hi the country, when it bust- ed up a hill,"I guessthismattes about. fifty words. The ether two hundred are what my uncle said when he was walk- ing back to town, but they are not tit forpublication," p caftan," Nothing New Under the Sun. • The nickel -in -the -slot -machine dateS bank to Egypt'shalcyon days, when an automatic receptacle which.. sold holy' water was placed at the doors of the temples in which the Egyptians wor- shiped daily, A coin was dropped intoe the basin, ;and immediately a cattain amount of sweet holy water Wap ejected. Mao ONE day as Fontaine, the great writer of fables, was passing along a street of Paris a maid threw a buoketful of scalding water from a window above. It 'struck full upon the Ileal of Fontaine.. Fortunately, his wig protoeted him to such extent that ho was not burned. With the aid of, several passersby who recognized flim he succeeded to wringing the water from his olotlies. Then, fiercely rat -a -tapping his cane along the street, Fontaine :speedily betook himself to This lodgings. At that time Fontaine lodged at the house 01 his friend, Madame de la Sabllere. lie passed Into the drawing there, whore a number of visitors were gathered. Upon beholding the famous writer in - such wretched. plightthey crowded around him, .de- manding what had °calmed, Fontaine explained briefly. "And are yea net Oleg to ledge complaint against thip nitserable woman?" cried madame. ' "I trust you have at least tept'!- nlan(led the nlaltl for hot ea1el08s- noes," added another lady. "Reprimanded the Woman?" respond ed Fontaine, "Indeed, 3 thanked her," "Thanked heti" 1011 assembled cried In astonishment Fontaine Mulled quietly 03 he re• plied, yete FCvLL 014',3-33S, DEAD "Yes, I thanked her. She c0uldhavq let -fall a hcav7 bucket upoth my hoed re h , W d as she was contorit or ly to throw upon the eualding w10ter,' Should I not hate thanked her tea having 1n0 a broken eso yiol"