DADDY3 EVENING (3 FAIRY LYLE H 6y MARY GRAHAM BONNER * ^ V CA Mm AUTHO* N MASTER GALAGO. One of the fairies had been sent by the fairy queen to find out about some of the animals and creatures in far off countries, so she could tell the fairy queen. Then the fairy queen would whisper the stories to Daddy before he told Nick and Nancy his evening tale. This was the story one of the little creatures told to the fairy who was on this trip for the fairy queen. “Hello, wtio are you?” asked the fairy, as she saw a quite new kind of animal. “I’m myself, who do you expect me to be?" asked the animal. “Now. now," said the fairy, “don't let’s joke." “What will we do?" asked the ani mal. "Weep?" “Of course not," said the fairy. “What shall we do that is in be tween weeping and joking?" asked the animal. “Let's talk," said the fairy. “But T won't lie able to understand you and you won't be aide to under stand me,” said the animal "I don't tall; your language and you don't talk mine." “We understand each other now, don't we?" asked the fairy. “Yes, we seem !o," said the ani mal. “That is because a fairy can under stand animals and birds and children "Who Are You?" and grownups, and all sorts of queer Creatures,” said the fairy. “That's lucky,” said the animal. “Shall we talk, then?” asked the fairy. “I don’t mind,” said the animal, “If you don’t mind If we talk right away now. Don't suggest that we wait un til the morning, for I haven’t much use for the mornlt'" In fact I don’t like tile morning nt all. Did you say you were n fairy?" “Yes. I am a fairy, and so I can sleep when I want to. also." “What do you think we're going to talk about?" asked the animal. “At present I eau't think of anything to sav." “Oh. I can," said the fairy. “Well, now, that's lucky, too," said the animal. “I want you to do the talking, hut I will ask the questions," said the fairy. "I want to know who von are, yon see." “I’m n galago," said the animal. "As you see. I'm somewhat larger than a rat. and yet I look quite like a fox. “My body is shaped very much like that of a fox, and I'm about the size of a rat. There, that about describes me, doesn't It? And my eyes are big and dark and they can see far, far Into the night." “Don’t you like the daytime?” asked the (airy. ■ "Not in the least," said Master Gala go. "I like the nights. Then 1 go hunting for my food.” “What do you eat?" asked the fairy. “Oh. anything good," said Master Galago. "Bugs and Insects and worms are always delicious, and small snakes are pleasant." “According to your taste," laughed the fairy. “My hands, or paws, or whatever you choose to call them help me in my climbing about." “I’d call them hands," sold the fairy. "They look much like hands, don't they?" "They do," said Master Galago. “Now you think you know something about me?” "Yes," said the fairy, “but none too much." “Well, I hate to bother you, or to hurry you," said Master Galago, "but It is almost morning now and I must have my rest. Do call again some other night." “Thank you,” said the fairy. “I will." And so she said good by to Master Galago, an animal who lives far off in Kast Africa which Is shown In the map- hut wh < h can't Iw seen from where we are no, no indeed! IN DEAR OLD ENGLAND ]|| A clergyman who was not dis- ; ; Hi ncliniMl toward ah occasional Hi glass hired an Irishman to clean ; out lii> cellnr. He brought out ; a number of empty whisky hot i 11 ties and, as to- Iifted each one, - looked to see if there was any i i thing in It. The clergyman, who was j; walking on ihe lawn, noticed ; him and s;i d: "They are till dead i Hi ones, Mike." “They are." answered Mike. ; ; "Rut there is one good thing i i Hi about it. they all liud the minis ;;; ter with them when they passed ; ! ! vayTIP Bit s, SSWSSSSSK.:: ♦- The-♦ Scrap Book LATE HOUR NOT THE CAUSE John Leaned Against Bell-Push and Kept the Whole Family Awake. They were standing outside tlie front door having a Dual chat lifter Ids eve ning rail. lie "iis leaning against the door post, talking in low. dulcet tones. She was listening and gazing tip rapturously into his eyes. Suddenly she turned round. The door had opened; and there, just inside, stood her father, clad in a dressing gown. "My dear father,” she asked, “what is the matter?” Her dear father ignored her ques tion. “John," he said, addressing the young man, “you know I've never com plained about your staying late, and I’m not going to complain now; but. for goodness' sake, stop leaning against the bell-push. Other people want some sleep, even if you don't." STAMPS BY LUNAR MEASURE Government’s Stickers for One Year's Use Would Make Strip 763,220 Miles Long. Until within very recent years all of our postage stamps were printed for the government by a private eon ; eern under contract by the year. Now uduys tliey are turned out at the lug i factory in Warhington (hat makes Uncle Sam’s paper money. The work is better done and at a great saving. There is a saving in ink (which is made on the premises); - there is saving in gum (likewise of home manufacture), and there is sav ing of the profit that formerly went j to the contractor. It Is a huge Job. During the lust year the bureau of engraving printewj 50.000,000,000 postage stamps. That (approximately) was the number re quired by the 110,000,000 people of the United States for mailing letters and parcels an average of 454 stamps for every man. woman and child. If all these 50.000,noo.ooo stamps were placed end to end in one strip, i how far would the latter extend? A small calculation will show. If you started at one end of the strip In a railroad train and traveled contin uously day and night at a speed of sixty miles an hour, it would take you nearly a year and a half to reach the ( other end. You would get there in 12, 72i. Pom* In* *7o MUIMiS Oi CO A! »wJ (OKI nt ro»*ri. ar rim k> I#«•!*» tor t!>•- Mmifi F. A. NIFLSl N ITHOLSTERING ( aliinet Making, Furniture Re lating. MattreHH Renovating Douglas 8tit. 1917 Cuming St. * i IP err OUT AT THE MARO/N AND PASTE IN BOOK, OR TIE ON CARDBOARD THROUGH THE HOLhT Q INDICATED IF^yTHE MARGIN Q THE MOTHER GOOSE FAIRY BOOK «* p«*e 7 A By Eleanor Scborer -- —, . ".y;,— Are you contrary, you little girl or boy who is reading this story or having some one (prooably mother) read it to you? Do you always wisa to play some different game from the one suggested by your playmates? When mother wants you to do an errand, do you always act stubborn and ask to do something else ? ‘T5-1 % b’f urc V-Mrt. Inc . N 1 O | ' 'it / I hope you are not that kind of child, but whether you are or not, y will tell you of