. St. Nicholas [serial] . hers warnings that he would have to stay said he was too big a boy to have his mother cuthis hair any longer, and if he was ever going to be aman, like papa, he d better begin to go to the at last surrendered to such reasoning, some-what ashamed of himself, and this time was seated inthe barbers chair ; but at the first touch of the shearshe jumped up terrified and raced for home. Mama de-clared she would have nothing more to do with him, andhe might stay home if he wished. And a boy with asad little face sat disconsolately in front of the barnd
. St. Nicholas [serial] . hers warnings that he would have to stay said he was too big a boy to have his mother cuthis hair any longer, and if he was ever going to be aman, like papa, he d better begin to go to the at last surrendered to such reasoning, some-what ashamed of himself, and this time was seated inthe barbers chair ; but at the first touch of the shearshe jumped up terrified and raced for home. Mama de-clared she would have nothing more to do with him, andhe might stay home if he wished. And a boy with asad little face sat disconsolately in front of the barndoor the rest of the morning. Whenever he ventured to the house for comfort orto see whether his mother showed any signs of re-lenting or not, some one was sure to be talking aboutthe party, and he sadly resumed his seat in the barndoorway. After we had gone, auntie told Almon that if hewould go to the barbers with her, she would take him tothe party and also buy him a big bag of peanuts. The 95o ST. NICHOLAS LEAGUE. [ HEADING FO jUST. by r. e.(honor member.) ANDREWS peanuts decided the day. Seated in the chair, with teethclenched and hands tightly grasping aunties purse, hehad his first real hair-cut, which truly was nt so dread-ful, after all, when one had the prospect of peanuts. In the middle of the afternoon, whom should we spycoming up the road with auntie but Almon. He hada broad grin on his face; and when they reached thegate he proudly took off his cap to notify all presentthat he was ready for the party. THE SONG OF THE WAVES BY ELEANORE MYERS (AGE 15). {Honor Member.) Awake! awake, O world of slee]We call to thee as on we leap ;Behold! Auroras blushes brightFlood all the eastern sky with light-Come, join us as we speed along,And hear our rippling laugh and sing the waves when morning breaksAnd all the slumbering world awakes. But when t is noon they plaintive call,As on the beach they rise and fall:Oh, come with us, ye mortals, pray,And to the ocean dee
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