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About Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922 | View Entire Issue (April 3, 1904)
lolly Parrot In School. llt.l V u.iu 1 ruiUiitii . ,..1 In nrlutn L I Finding a chanen to free herself, A I l.A ,fIt il ,... t,,.., .... 1. home In New York City arid flew to a window Kill on the third flour of tho public school nt One Hundred and Seventy-third atnt and Kullon aVe llUR. The pupils and Miss Hlu men berg were busy Inside, when Tolly tapped with her beak upon thn window. The taiplng at tracted the attention of Miss Iilumenbe.rg, who Bent a hoy to upon the window. "I'olljr come In!" said the bird. "Yos, comii In, roily," shouted the cJaaa, rlKlitjt In welcome. Tolly hupped inside and perched upon a desk. "Tolly, coma In!" screeched tha bird again. "Hmnkn up!" said a boy. "(let out!" replied thn parrot. Then once morn, "Tolly, enmn In!" lessons were impossible, for, l!ke Mary's little lamb, It mude tha chlldrrn laugh an J pluy to ace a poll at school. Mias Webb, principal of tho primary depart ment, borrowed u hut from a boy and proceeded to expel the disturber of de corum. Hut Tolly sprang from place to place nnd made sarcastic and Irreverent remarks until Miss Webb's strategy got her In a corner. Then thn principal threw tha tiHt over the bird's head and cirriol her to thn street. Tolly acrccchcd detl inci- nnd milled buck toward the alll of one of the school wln dowa. Ily thin time her nbo-nce had been discovered nt home nnd a searching arty arrived, returned her to her cigo nnd took her home. Thaaght lie Was Worth Wore. A foreigner, culling on a city otllcfal In Iloaton, waa attracted by tho manner nnj nppeurance of a small oltlco boy In tho auto rlmmkr while awaiting an nudl-nce. Treaently he started a con verm ton with thn youngster and finally uktd: "I low much do you earn a wtek. my boy?" "Twenty dollars." rep'litl th clmimUve factotum, without the rtightest hedtntlon. The caller hnd no t'me to express hia sur prise, us he was at that moment lulnitltcd to the official's private rooms, but In the course of conversation be said: "Yo i must pay a ft no bc.ii In of salaries hi American Your office boy tells me he is getting $J0 a week." "Twenty a week!" returned the official; "why, wluit are you talking sb nit? lie gets exactly 1 .hi." Well, he Just now told me $J0," the visitor insisted. The em ployer of thla princely salaried per on touched a bell. "Hilly," ha said, iia the youiiR-ater uppeared, "why did you tell this gentleman I was paying you $.t a wedt?" "I didn't, air." "You didn't?" returned the Indignant caller;" well, then, what did you say?" "I said I earned It.V was the grave rejoinder. A l.lMIe l.tine Traveler. The pet of tho cibin passengers on hoard the steamship Kaiser Wllheltn dor Orossc. Which landed Us puaserucers In New York one day last week, waa Margaret ho Mueller. I years old, who crossed the ocean all alone. The child was put on board the ship at Hrcmcrhaven by her grandfather. Norman K. Mueller of Obcrnkishen, Switz erland, to be cent to her father, Adolf Mueller of ? T.ast Thlrty-aocond street. New York. Marararethe waa born In New York Feb ruary 4. 1901. When ahe was lean than a year and a half old her mother died, and her father aent her alone to her grand parents In Bwitarrlaud, ao this waa tha little girl's second trip unattended acroaa th oetia Mr. Morller recently maiTled again and sent for his baby daughter. Margaret he was consigned to the care of Frau Wagner, the chjef stewardess. The child conducted herself quite like the sea soned traveler she la. Her father met her at the ship and clasped her in his arms. Margarcthe scarcely remembered him, but seemed pleased when he pawed her over to the cmbriioe of the smiling, pleas ant faced young woman, who U her foster mother. Margarethe speaks not a word of Kngllsh. In Herman ahe said: "I call my dollle Tup. My dollio and I came together. Grandfather brought me to the ship, lie cried and then he went awny. I waa sh'k for a time on the ship. Then I didn't mind it any more." the Waa ttratefaL. Mr - Hrown's business kept him so occu pied during tha daytlmo that he had little opportunity to enjoy the society of his wn children. One day, however, Mr. Drown, reproached by the wistful eyes of hia 7-year-old daughter, Invited the little girl to fro with him for a Inns; walk. She was a shy, silent, small person, and during the two hours' stroll not a single word cuuid Mr. Drown induce the little muid to Bpeak, but her shining eyes at tested that she appreciated his fforts to amuse her Indeed, she fairly glowed with suppressed hnpplncrs. Just liefore they reached home, however, the child managed, but only after a tre taundotis struggle with her Inherent timidity, to find words to express her grati tude. "Tapa, what flower do you like bust?" she asked. "Why. I don't know, my dear sun flowers, 1 guess." "Then," cried the little girl, beaming with grutitude. "that's what I II plant tn your grave."- Shr.rt Stories. 3 The ('areless III. I took my dolly for a walk before we reached the gato Sin kicked one little slipper off, and soon she lost the mate. I took my dolly for u ride; it was a windy day - She I roke her pretty parasol, her bonnet Hew away! I took my dully for u sail, and what did dolly do I'.ut drop her necklace overlKiard - It was her Is-st one. too! And then, the more I scoldisl her, the more she smiled and smiled; Now would you take her out again she's such a naughty Vhild! l-Xl.KN MANLY, in Utile Folks. A Citrl's Tribulations. Dorothy, but 5 years old, had new shoes (or was It Winifred?) At any rate, it was one of these two little sisters, and the child, so proud and happy in her posses sion of the treasuies, innde herself more conspicuous in noisy exhibition of the glis tening objects than her gentle mother de sired. To every member of tho large fam ily she had sear.itely displayed the new patent leather shoes nnd to n number of visitors who had happened In during the nfternoon. Then her mother culled a er eniptory halt. "Now, Porothy," she snld (or waa It Win ifred?), "I think wn have had enough of your new shoes. You have shown them to about eleven ersons nnd that ought to satisfy you. If anyone vise comes this aft ernoon, rememlier, I forbid you to mention your new shoes." In u little while another visitor appeared. lirothy (or was It Winifred?) planted her self In her littlo rwd rorklng chair. Imme diately In front of the lady, und rocked buck and forth as hiird as she could rock, ki king the two bright new shoes high In the air with each vibration of the chair. "IHirothy" tor Winifred), said tle mother sternly, "take your little chair and go right out In tho dining room." The small child picked up the chair and started. Dorothy nnd Winifred were al ways the soul of obedience. At the door 8he turned, exhibited a pouting countenance and exclaimed: - "Mother, 'pears to me you don't want anybody to see my new shoes." White I.I t tie Iok Taat Never Waa. "Tell me a story, father dear," Said Helen to tn one dny; And climbing my knee she cuddled down in he own delightful way. So I made up a story, as best I could, Of a house in a pwweful vale, A boy named John and a little white dog j uug waa u curly uuu It was my undoing, for Helen dear Fell In love- with the dog riht then. And now, each time taat she greets mo home, 1 must tell of the dog again. Surely no doggie waa ever born That had such a wild career. That got in so macy Benips and flgbts. And conjured such Joy or fear. As a puppy he fell In the pail of milk. And 1 fancy 1 hear hhn yell When he switched hia tail In tha hut grape Juice Of the jelly that would not "Jell." The Shanghai rooster has thrashed him twice. He's tecn butted by the rum. His nose has boon full of hcdgchiK quills. And his toes pinched by a clam. Onre he was lost In a worslchuck's hole. And once in a hollow tree here he found the honey, and also found That a, dog shouldn't try to bee. He has battled polecats and fought with dogs, Hecn tossed by the brlndle hull. Kicked by the mare and stoned by tramps, Till his cup uf woe was lull. Hot then he has done such noble deeds Has rounded the frightened sheep, And once found a little lost baby girl In the swamp where she fell asleep. And the more adventures that Carlo has, The more must pjLpu Invent. Till my mind Is a very dog kenned of tales And my fancy wurind and bent. i Often I wish that my Helen's love For the little white dog might pale. Hut I haven't the courage to kill tho dog The dog with the curly tail. New York Sun. X Herman and lllnlne am Tin) ma tea. When tlenersl Sherman was a small boy one of hfs Intimate playfellows was James ?. Itlaine. The two boys, together with Hoyt, a younger brother of the general, were out driving one day. when, as they passed a flag waving in the breeze. "Jim mle" Hlnine placed a thumb on the tip of his nose and made a very disrespectful ges ture toward tho lianner. "Hid you mean to do that at the flag?" demanded 'Vumpie" Bherman, his loyalty outraged. "Yea, I did." declared Jlmmic stoutly. "Weil. If you do It again. I ll put you out." Nothing more was said, and thn .irlva proci-eded enjoyably. On the way home the tlag was pssaed again, and again Jlm mle Hlalne put his thumb to the tip uf his nose, and so forth. Cumpln reined In the horse, took thn truggllng Jlmmle. and gently but firmly lifted him out of the wagon. Thn, In rplte of Hoyt'a remonstrance that that wis not the proper way to treat a guest, he drove off. leaving Jiminio to tramp thn ten milts home aa best he might. I.lpplncott'a. HlluL.aa, the Dux. "You never aay a word to me. though I tell you heaps of things. There the pilnt'a all off my soldiers, and my new boat can not nail. You'd never have guessed It the gold tlsh jumped out of the Jar, and the cat nearly caught a new sparrow. Hut why don't you say something? Why don't you, Rllnkens, dear? "You seem to understand me; sometimes you look ao Bad, and wtien I tell you about the cat. you can hardly keep Wirt. How Is It you always frighten her so? And do you have much fun with the chickens? Or would you rather chase the rats? Why there, you're laughing Blinkens If I was) only sure at. what! "Are you thinking of Brother Bob and the sticks he throws In the creek? Are yon Just gtad to be with me here by the flreT If you couM peep over the fence, as I da now, dear fellow, you'd see the merriest party. ATI toe children of Tabby have their coats brushed till they shine, and each one wears a bow at her ear, for this is the old's cat's birthday, and a time for the kittens to be gay. But you're such s lively dog, Blinkens, you'd be sure to make confusion, so I'm glad you can't even Imagine the party for Tabby's birthday. "But it's awfully lonely for a little boy to have a dog who never speaks, eves) though I love htm so." The NauaJity Kitten. Tho wind Is cold., the sun ia bright, 1 really cannot see; My dinner is not nice today. And no one playa with me," The discontented kitten mewed. Her mother said, "My dear, The children's cousin. Crumbling Kate, Is staying here, 1 fear." Thn kitten to her mother Bald, "I want a holiday. I do not want to learn to beg ' Or catch a mouse today." Her mother snld, "The little kit, Who won't learn this or that. Will very likely have to starve Whun she's a grown-up eat." Women's Life. Story the Moon Told. "I'll tell you a good one," said the moon to little Hill, as he looked In through his window one night after Hill had been, tucked snugly Into bed. "Wish you would," cried Hill, eagerly. "Well," began the moon, with the usual manner of one. about to tell a good story, "I was shining my brightest on the snow, which was an white ius your sheets and more sparkling, doing my U st to make a good night for the skaters on the pond and the lovers In tho sleighing parties when whom should I see but old Miss Specklo-top and Mr. Shanghai sitting on the top rail of the fence around the ten ucre lot. They were as close to one an other as they could get without taking off their coats, and I noticed that hu had his arm around her." "Arm?" interrupted Hill. "Well, I suppose I should say wing," said the moon, smiling. "And," ho con tinued, "1 heard him say to her, Oh, Miss Speckle, you are rny tootsey wootsey. Tuk! Tuk! Tuk-aw!' "And sho replied, 'How sweet of you! Tuk! Tuk! Tuk-aw-say-so.' " 'It would be Joy for me to scratch for two,' ho murmured. " 'And I should lind pleasure In laying for you,' she faltered. " "Hon't use slang,' he said, sweetly. 'You don't mean that you would "lay for me," but, rather, await my coming.' " 'Oh,' she said, 'jou dear thing, how polite you are,' und she luld her bill lov ingly on his." "Didn't you laugh?" asked Hill. "Well, rather," said the moon, "for he said, "I hope,sdear, that your housekeeping bill will lie us sweet and iui xniall us your own when you present It to me.' " 'You'ae an old spoonbill,' die answered. "Hut," said the moon, laughing, "they sat ao long with their le.ikn together that they got froxen to one another, and when I Bet they were still on the rail. It doesn't pay to be too spoony. (Jood night." r I J