TRACK ATHLETICS IN DETAIL
Reading edition
Compiled by the Editor of "Interscholastic Sport" in Harper's Round Table. Illustrated from Instantaneous Photographs. 8vo, Cloth, Ornamental, $1.25. In "Harper's Round Table Library."
A good book to put into the hands of the athletically inclined. It is capitally illustrated with instantaneous photographs, and is full of expert and sound advice and instruction.—Outlook, N. Y.
HARPER & BROTHERS, Publishers, New York
A MATTER OF DIRECTION.
A little boy met on his way to school
A savage old bear in the forest cool.
"Which way is he going?" growled Bruin, aside.
"The same way as you, sir," the laddie replied.
"I wonder why they call that a lady-bug?" queried Harry.
"Because it's got good manners and behaves itself, and doesn't go shouting around like a boy, I guess," said Polly.
HUMBUGS AMONG ANIMALS.
One who has deeply studied the habits of animals has discovered that there are humbugs among them.
In military stables horses are known to have pretended to be lame in order to avoid going to a military exercise. A chimpanzee had been fed on cake when sick; after his recovery he often feigned coughing in order to procure dainties.
The cuckoo, as is well known, lays its eggs in another bird's nest, and, to make the deception surer, it takes away one of the other bird's eggs. Animals are conscious of their deceit, as is shown by the fact that they try to act secretly and noiselessly; they show a sense of guilt if detected; they take precautions in advance to avoid discovery; in some cases they manifest regret and repentance. Thus bees which steal hesitate often before and after their exploits, as if they feared punishment.
A naturalist describes how his monkey committed theft. While he pretended to sleep, the animal regarded him with hesitation, and stopped every time his master moved or seemed on the point of awakening.
BICYCLE LINGO.
Fred. "The route I have in mind extends about two miles along the Hudson."
Small Brother. "Where does the tree stop?"
Edith. "Where are you going to spend your vacation?"
Bessie. "Mamma wanted to go to the Falls, but papa said that if she went to a bicycle academy she could see all the falls she cared to."
"Ha!" said Wallie, jeering at Maude for being a girl, "you can't ever be President of the United States."
"I know I can't," retorted Maude, "and I don't believe you can, either. You'd talk too much to get elected."
A COW'S MOO.
A very small girl was learning to write. Her teacher ruled the slate and set her "copies," and Lucy took great pains with the pot-hooks and round o's with which she began. One day the teacher set down something new for Lucy to copy. M—o—o—Moo.
"What is it?" asked Lucy, with a puzzled look.
"That is 'Moo.' The noise a cow makes, Lucy. See, it is made up of pot-hooks and round o's, just what you have been learning on."
So Lucy sat down and prepared to copy "Moo." But she did it in a queer way. She made an M at the beginning of each line, and followed each M with a whole string of o's all across the slate, like this, Mooooo.
"But that isn't right, Lucy," said the teacher, when the little girl showed her the slate. "You must copy the word as I have written it. So—Moo."
Lucy looked at the teacher's copy, and then at her own attempts, and then she shook her head decidedly.
"Well, I think mine is right, Miss Jones," she said. "For I never saw a cow that gave such a short 'Moo' as you wrote down!"
"Well, Tommie, I suppose you are the smartest boy in your class?"
"Yes, sir," said Tommie. "Teacher says I'm too smart."
A GRATEFUL MILLIONAIRE.
The recent troubles in Africa have called public attention to a large number of interesting persons living in the southern portion of that continent. Among others who have been conspicuously noticed is Mr. "Barney" Barnato, who has made a great fortune in Africa, and of whom a Cape Town journal tells the following interesting anecdote: When a boy Mr. Barnato went to the London Jews' Free School, which has produced so many leading Jews of the day. When he left, his teacher, who was much attached to him, gave him a penny and his blessing. The years rolled by, the friendless youth had made his wonderful career in South Africa, and the little "Barney" had become a personage. About the time when half London and Paris were going crazy over the flotation of the Barnato Bank, "Barney" was seized with a fancy to visit his old school-master. With great difficulty he managed to hunt up the old man.
"Do you recollect," he said, when they met—"do you recollect giving your little 'Barney' a penny when he left school thirty years ago? Here it is back again, and with compound interest," and therewith he handed the school-master a check for £105.
"Popper," said Sammie, "I'm writing a letter to Jimmie Perkins about my turkle. How many k's are there in turkle?"
"I'm going to be a piano-tuner when I grow up," said Walter. "You can bang on the keys and take it all apart as much as you please, and get paid for doing it, too."