. St. Nicholas [serial]. THE OLD HOUSE. BY ALICE WRANGENHEIM, AGE ST. NICHOLAS LEAGUE. 1139 Grandfather. No, Isuppose it is nt. Lizzie. And did nt youdo anything else? Grandfather. Oh, yes;I learned how to read. Bobby. Oh, but the Phelp-sonian Mind-readingand Print-communi-cant system is muchbetter. I know whatreading is, becauseMillans Researchtells about it. Grandfather. And thenI learned how to addand subtract. Bobby Was nt that arith-metic? Grandfather. Yes. Bobby. Well, we haveBlairs UnconsciousAnswer Perceiver. Lizzie. By means of thevibrations of the noise-less bell communicant. BY OLIV
. St. Nicholas [serial]. THE OLD HOUSE. BY ALICE WRANGENHEIM, AGE ST. NICHOLAS LEAGUE. 1139 Grandfather. No, Isuppose it is nt. Lizzie. And did nt youdo anything else? Grandfather. Oh, yes;I learned how to read. Bobby. Oh, but the Phelp-sonian Mind-readingand Print-communi-cant system is muchbetter. I know whatreading is, becauseMillans Researchtells about it. Grandfather. And thenI learned how to addand subtract. Bobby Was nt that arith-metic? Grandfather. Yes. Bobby. Well, we haveBlairs UnconsciousAnswer Perceiver. Lizzie. By means of thevibrations of the noise-less bell communicant. BY OLIVE C. McCA WILD-ANIMAL BE, AGE 17. (FIRST PRIZE,PHOTOGRAPH.) I see that it is time for our predigested capsulateddinner. [Exit everybody. Curtain. While the hurdy-gurdy splaying mid the chil-drens noisy talk,As I contemplate my alltoo short sojourn, The voices join the organas it plays In oldNew I think, alas! this isa sad return. WHEN GRANDMO-THER WENT TOSCHOOL. by ruth h. keigvvin (AGE 14).{Silver Badge.) H-U, huckle, b-u,buckle, c-u, cuckle, y;huckle-berry-pie. The little girls stood inan admiring group aroundMary Love. Oh, who taught you? Will you teach me? was chorused from all sides. But Tabitha Reid did not like it. She had used tobe the center of that circle at the noon hour. Pooh! THE SAD RETURN. BY RUTH GREENOAK LYON (AGE 13). (Gold Badge.) Where the waves are rolling gently on the smooth andsandy shore, And the rocky cliffs that border Lake Lucerne,Then I sigh as I remember that I can come here no more; For to-morrow is the day that I return. Where the baby s
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