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About Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922 | View Entire Issue (Aug. 7, 1904)
lilllill lilies' II wlmM'SiB kssg Game of Sheep and Welt EAR a piece of paper Into as many pieces as there are play ers, and on each piece write some number representing an hour In the day. As there are only twelve honra, . there can bo only twelvo numbers, but If more than twelve are playing you can make some of the num bers bait hou.s until there are the re Quired amount. On one piece mark crone and then shake all the numbers In a hat, each player drawing one out. The man who ' gets the slip with the cross on It, It "It." or the "Wolf,' while the other player ro called the "Sheep." A ring- la then formed by the sheep, the wolf standing In the middle. The sheep then call out. "What time wtll you dine today, old wolf?" and Mr. Woir calls out any hour he happens to think of. The hoop then, who holds the slip correspond ing to the number called by the wolf, tarts to run. If he can get around the ring three times before being; caught by the wolf he Is safe; If not, be must be "wolf." The game keeps up until all have bad their turn at being "wolf," and this does not take long, for the wolf Is not supposed to call the same number twice. A Black and White Boy. Billy watched mamma writing a letter to father, who was far awny, and he thought he would like to write one, too. Hut mamma aald: "No, you might spill the Ink." Billy did not think he would, bnt he waited until mamma had left ' the room, and then he climbed upon the chair, and thero In front of him on the desk were the pretty Ink bottlo and a pen. "I can write, too," cried Billy, and reached across to seize the pen, when the sudden movement upset the chair under Ms foet, and down went Billy, Ink and 11. When mamma came In to see what caused the crash she found a funny little boy with big blotches of Ink all over his face, and I am afraid mamma was pretty angry at seeing her carpet all spoiled, so Billy did not appear at the supper table that night. Ilaby's Weather. When baby's eyet are stormy. And we smllo at her In vnln, Cmnrtmn shakes hpr hod, n?xl murmurs She'nfrald It's going to rain. When the baby's eyes are dancing, Shining like two stors with fun. Grxndma snUlea and snys she's certain We shall have a spell of sun. ftory of ft IlnWfroK. The cave of a green-rklnned hermit Is formed by two stones, moss covered and cold, near the shore of a shallow lake. Ho Seldom leaves his dwelling by day, but nightly prowls around the water the terror of animals even larger than himself, for bis Is a welt-known and exceedingly daring appetite. Indeed. Snails and such prey are easy victims for one who enn leap as nimbly and as far as their green-backed enemy, and the quarrel some crawfish, despite their claws, are often devoured by the hungry hermit. Sadder than these Is the fall of an oc casional chick or duckling, whose life goes . out In the stomach of the voracious bull frog. Tou have probably guessed that this Strange hermit Is none other than the cele brated bullfrog of America. At night the bellowing of this old frog Often frightened the children who visited the country around the lake, till one day he proved that he had some kindness In bis heart. During the rainfall bis mood was most cheery. lie actually smiled, and, chatter- In tt to some scampering tadpoles, ssfced why they hurried and dnrtcd so aimlessly thither and hither. Such sociability from the hermit before dinner was startling, and poor, frightened tadpoles, without any tongues, whnt could they answer? They opened their queer little mouths and wriggled their fat tails, trying not to seem afraid of being gobbled up. "When t was a tadpole like you," began the frog. "O-o-oJ went the months and eyes of the amased tadpoles They were Just baby tadpoles, and had not yet learned that the frog In the shiny green coat had been a little black grubby thing like one of them. "When Z was a tadpole," continued the frog. "I took better care of my tan. My advice to you, young people, la to guard your tails. Do not wriggle them so much for nothing at an and keep them from the nips of the water tigers. Tou will lose them soon enough." Every tadpole's tall in the lake became quite still, and tears from those baby eyes fen fast. "You needn't cry," piped the hermit, kindly. "Tou will not lose the whole tan at once. And yotr will first develop fore legs. Tou will then come Into possession of a tongue, while the body takes up the tall, a little nt a time, to add to its own growth. Two more legs will make then? appearance, and bye and bye you may, perhaps, be ns handsome as myself." "O-O-O!" rounder and rounder became the tadpoles' eyes and mouths In their Joy. With Ugn like the frog's they would be able to live on land if they chose, or to swim for years If they liked, as he had done. It was the talk of the lake, as they had heard more than once, that the hermit had lived for years without any support for his feet but the water. That was before he found the mossy cave. And his particular boast wns that none In the frog race could surpass him In swimming. The tadpoles were grateful for the Infor mation given by their grown-up relative, and. as they slowly skimmed over the water, they resolved to guard their tails and grow Into splendid big bullfrogs. In order to live in moss-grown castles, each by himself. Philadelphia Ledger. Extra Good Soldiers. Bobert, a 4-year-old American citizen, re cently went a-vlsltlng in a big fort, where he was entertained nobly by officers and men. One day ho was taken in state to see a drill on the parade ground, and Just as he got there the line was Btandlng im movably at "Attention!" Robert's acquaintance with soldiers had been intimate, but not wide, having been gained entirely from the tin so!dlers In tho box which was presented to him for his birthday. Therefore he promptly not Iced a great and surprising difference be- ' tween the soldiers on the parade ground and those at home, and he expressed It solemnly in a shrill voice that reached the ranks: "Them's extra good soldiers, I guess!" remarked he. "They don't fall down at all does they?" Torn Clever Trick. Many New York girls and boys, ns well ns out-of-town young visitors to the city, will recall Tom, the big performing elephant who furnished dally amusoinuiit for bis young audiences with tricks and other marvelous performances In the Central Park menagerie. That la to aay, his per forma nces seemed marvelous for a heavy elephant whose natural position was oa all fours, and who did not speak English, von though It almost seemed as If tut understood It. Old Tom finally became so dangerous that about two years ago he had to be quietly put away by a dose of poison. Perhaps the most remarkable of Tom's tricks was one of which his trainer was very proud, not only beciuse it was diffi cult, but because It was novel as welL Tom would stand upon his hind legs on a strong box, take from his keeper's hand a boy's mouth organ, gracefully curl his trunk back until It rested on his forehead and then alternately blow and draw his breath through the musical reeds of the toy. Bears have been trained to beat a drum and to wrestle, seals have been taught to play ball and ponies to play see-saw, but Tom's proud keeper thought his pet over topped all other performing large animals In this novel musical solo. St. Nicholas. The Owl and the Lark. Oh, the Owl and the Lark Went a-aalllng after dark. And they boated and they floated down the river to the sea; On their mandolins they played. And such merry music made That the donkey In the distance fairly laughed aloud in glee. The tide was ebbing fast, And the boat went drifting past; The donkey gave a whistlo as he munched a thistle bloom. And he said, "It's my belief. They will surely come to grief. And the motion of the ocean will precipi tate their doom." The boat It sped along, And so merry was their song That the moon very soon wondered what the noise could be; Peeping over the horizon. She exclaimed, "Well, that's surprising Do those strangers know the dangers of this shiny, briny sea?" Then the boat gave a lurch, The Lark wabbled on her perch; She was handlln' her mandolin, when overboard it went. But the Owl said, "Now, my dear, i will get it, never fee.r!" And with an oar ho dashed and splashed to reach the Instrument, But- alaa! tho boat upset In the watery waves so wet. And both the quaking, shaking birds were dumped into the deep; The Owl was washed aground. But tho little Lark was drowned, Which caUHed the Owl to yowl and howl, and moved the moon to weep. Carolyn Wells in St. Nicholas. An Orphan Denned. The word "orphan" occurred In tho Sun day school lesson. Miss Ida V. Stamps asked if any of the little boys in the class knew what an orphan wns. Thero was no response. Thinking to help the little fel lows to search out the right answer. Miss Stamps, the teacher, s:ild: "Why, children, I'm an orphan; now, can't you tell me what an orphan is?" Up went the hand of a little boy. "All right, Johnnie," said the teacher, "that's n good boy. Tou tell us whnt an orphan is." "An orphan," replied the little fellow, without the slightest hint of a smile and with deep earnestness "an orphan Is a young lady what wants to get married and can't." Llpplncott's. Dour Saves a Uny'a I.lfe. Harry Steffcns, 8 years old, 67 Myrtle avenue: Brooklyn, owes his life to Prince, his St. Bernard dog, and there is nothing too good for the big pet today. Harry was playing with Prince In Pearl street. - near Myrtlo avenue. He was on roller skates, when he suddenly slipped and fell. He was right In front of a heavily-laden truck, which was coming nt a rapid pace. Prince had been frolicking along at the boy's side, and as the lad fell almost un der the foot of the horses the dog grabbed him by the eillar and dragged him out of danger. After dragging Harry out of the path of the truck, Prince would not allow any of the men wh'.j witnessed the Incident to touch him, licUng the boy's face and whin ing until Harry Jumped to bis feet. After seeing his young master was all right. Prince Jumped about, barking with, Joy, and allowed the women who had as sembled to pet him. A physician, who was In the crowd, examined Harry and said lie had escaped Injury. The women would have made Prince sick feeding him bon bons If Harry had not decided to take him home. Story of thf Wood To I. A boy was sitting near the stove watch. Ing the fire burn. All at once he fancied, that he heart a voice speak to him and. he thought It was a piece of wood. The wood said: , "Once upon a time I was a seed that had fallen off a tree. I lay on the ground for a week. Then some clouds spread over the sky and it began to snow. The snow covered roe and I lay on the ground all winter in the warm snow. When spring came I began to grow. I grew un til I was 15 years old. One day a wood cutter came along and cut me down. He put me into a wagon and rode down to the) wood yard. I lay in the wood yard about a -month and then your father came and car ried me to your house." This was aU tha piece of wood said. Awake and Asleep, Creeping so swiftly all over the floor. Now here by the window, now there by the door. Herself pulling up by chair and by bed. Getting many a bump on her dear little head; Little sharp eyes spying every stray pin, Little mouth open to put them all in; Laughing and crowing with frollcsonw glee. As merry a child as you'll nnywhere see; Our dear little wide-awake baby. A little warm thing cuddled down in a heap, Her sofe cheeks aflush with the roses of sleep; Little smiles hidden all safely away. To be brought forth again at the dawn of the day; Little feet resting, and little hands, too. Which is mora than by daylight they ever can do. Tucked In with many a kiss snd caress; Many angels watch o'er herl May Ood ever bless Our dear Httlo sound asleep baby! Babyland. Pointed Paragraphs Many a strong-headed man Is weak minded. 'Age makes some men wise to their lack of wisdom. It Is getting the kite on a string that makes it roar. Spinsters look upon the engagement ring as a promising affair. Men love women less than they love to have women love them. A bachelor's idea of a fatal flirtation is one that ends in marriage. Many a man who thinks he Is wedded to the truth Is a grass widower. A man always likes his mother-in-law among his most distant relatives. His satanlc majesty never offers to go Into partnership with a busy man. It isn't necessarily a compliment to say a man is sound. Some men are all sound. An up-to-date Cincinnati divorce lawyer has on his business card "Misfit marriages a specialty." Fifteen million clocks were made In this country last year, yet there are men who can't get tick at the corner grocery Chicago News. h
