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 Title Page
 A visit to the circus
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Group Title: A Visit to the circus : wonderful performing dogs, the rival musicians and other stories.
Title: A Visit to the circus
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Permanent Link: http://ufdc.ufl.edu/UF00086386/00001
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Title: A Visit to the circus wonderful performing dogs, the rival musicians and other stories
Physical Description: <50> p. : ill. ; 25 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Foster, W ( Illustrator )
Conner, J. R ( Illustrator )
Humphreys, Phebe Westcott ( Copyright holder )
Franklin Book Co ( Publisher )
Publisher: Franklin Book Co.
Place of Publication: Philadelphia (221 Locust St.)
Publication Date: 1899
Subject: Circus -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1899
Bldn -- 1899
Genre: Children's poetry
non-fiction   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- Pennsylvania -- Philadelphia
General Note: At head of title and on cover: "What boys and girls like."
General Note: Copyright by Phebe Westcott Humphreys.
General Note: Illustrations by W. Foster, J.R. Conner, and others.
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Bibliographic ID: UF00086386
Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
Rights Management: All rights reserved by the source institution and holding location.
Resource Identifier: aleph - 001615085
oclc - 23937576
notis - AHN9519

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The Jumping Act.

Next comes the wondrous jumping horse;
Upon his back appears
A spangled rider clinging fast,
As high his courser rears.
His feet are waving in the air,
While o'er the plank he rides;
Held firmly by the pressing arms,
That clasp his bore's sides.
As for the Clowns,-upon a ball
One, swiftly rolling goes,
The other balances with skill
A feather on his nose.

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W:Ve're at the Grantl Circus! The first to appear .
.is Yfadam Adele, whose horee will uprear
At the word of comuiand, or soutd 6f. 'the w.hip,
And ertsey, or waltz, or gracefully skip;
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Srick-Horses at Dinner

Most horses in their stalls are fed

But this line couple, head to head,.

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Bare Back Drum Act.

The fair Adele is here once more,
As bright and graceful as before.
Upright upon her steed she comes-
And now, with sound of pistol shots,
We see her flying through the drums!
Each time she lights upon her horse,
Who speeds upon his rapid course;
-While playing in the central ring,
The Clowns, the weights together wing.

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Clown and Pony Act.

A Clown drives round
With whitened face;
The Pony takes
The Footman's place,
And trots behind
With easy grace.

The Ringmaster with wary eye,
And ready whip in hand,
A watch upon the pony keeps,
To make him go or stand;
While other Clowns, with sleight o' hand,
Throw knives and bottles round,
Which tho' they swiftly cut the air,
Yet never touch the ground.

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Double Carrying A .t.
These two sturdy horses are racing you -ee -
And the driver of both holds Azela, as she
Rests one pretty foot on his muscular knee,
And scatters sweet flowers with innocent glee ;
While in the Ring's centre, the Acrobats gay.
Climb over each.other like monkeys at play. ,

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Two brave and graceful horseii da.
High in the air the smaller a
Held loosely by the otbr'sek .

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-While caring naught for ups and downs
Upon twoIadders sport the Clowns.

Double Comic Act.

A Farmer and Irishman
Queerly arrayed,
Next jumped on the horses
And funny tricks played
They tumbled and swayed,
As they speeded around-
They fell from the horses
And rolled on the ground-
While onie of the clowns
A big turkey bestrode,
And the other a hobby-horse
Skillfully rode.


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Bare Back Banner Act.

Here comes Miss Fannie clad in rich attire-
Her pawing steed seems full of noble fire.
Twice round the room with rapid stride and leap,
The horse and rider, like a whirlwind, sweep.
Quick as a flash the fearless lady springs
Upon her feet, as though a maid with wings;
And lightly springing o'er the banner wide,
Regains her steed upon the further side.
Meanwhile the clowns with comical display,
At Baby Elephant together play,

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They speed a o swiftly round plh course.
o see the barrow make.

The graceful, during rider bognss,
ndseaIely seem to touilb hihi horse.

They speed so swiftly round the course.
While all the crowd with laughter shake
To see the Clowns a Iarrow make.

The Chinese Juggler.
You would not dream that thus arrayed,
You see the Clown in Masquerade!
But here once more the rogue is found,
His baskets spinning around and round.
In Chinese dress, upon a horse
He swiftly rides around the course-
Shakes his gay bells, and slippers too,
Yet keeps thro' all his his balance true I
While near at hand like active cats,
Two Clowns cut up like Acrobats.


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i Juggler on a bare-backed steed
Comes last with halls and rings,
Which, tho' he sways at every step,
With wondrous ease he flings.'
Fle dances to the music too,
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44 keep the rings and balls
l .alanced in the air !
fth the Clowns gaze on the ground,
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I Wonder.

I wonder what all the stars are doing,
Up in the sky so blue;

I "wonder if there are children in them
Looking at me and you.
There is a man in the moon, I know,
For many people have told me so.

I saw a star fall down from Heaven-
It seemed to fall on the grass;

We'll go to-morrow and find the pieces,
Shining like bits of glass.
Or else, perhaps, while we sleep to-night,

They'll all have turned into daisies white.

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Sing a Song of Candle-Time.

Sing a song of Candle-time!
When the clock strikes eight
Every merry boy and girl
Goes to bye-bye

Sing a song of Candle-time!
Brush the tangled hair!
Then the little weary

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A Jolly Ride.

Here we go round the Nursery
past the door;
Jiggetty jog, and joggetty gee-Th

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Lat's the way for Marjy and me

Our horse can gallop and he can trot, And as for whipping
She wants it not;
But he carries us up, and carries us down, All the day to EiSn Town.


The Tale of a Drum.


41, The Captain drummed
upon. his drum;
Cried he, "Now let
the foeman come;.
We're ready for
the battle fray-
My army never
7 runs away."

He marched them past,
the rank and file;
Each soldier wore
a wooden smile;
Then, "Halt," cried Captain
"There's something wanting
still," he said.

I'm sure, to march
away to fight
Without a cannon
can't be right;
The foe are frightened
at its sound,
A cannon somewhere
must- be found."

Well, .there it stood, all by itself,
Just out of reach upon the shelf;
Upon his fine new drum of wood,
To reach it down, the Captain stood!

Alas, the gallant deed was rash,
For down he tumbled with a crash;
And, what was really worse than all,
The drum was broken in the fall I

The Captain shook
his curly head:
"The war must be
postponed," he said
So in that nursery
peace will reign
Till someone mends
the drum again!

Summer Sweets.

Daisies in the meadows grow,
Roses in the hedgerows blow,
Graceful grasses everywhere
Waving in the scented air;
Singing birdies, buzzing bees,
Beauty all around one sees;
Oh, the summer's fair and sweet,
Far from cities' glare and heat.

Shake Hands!

lard, and "Oh! dear Mr. Tommy," said
Bernard, don't tease;"
you, and But give me the biscuit you've
brought, if you please."

The Horse and Cart.

BY F. G. S.

After they'd looked at their Picture Book,
At horse-and- cart they played-
A capital coach for two they found
The nursery coal-box Inadel
They blew the horn, and all went well
Until they tried to start;
Then Kit cried, Oh! don't want to go "
And that, of course, 'alarmed the horse,
And quite upset the carti

Trained Dogs.

In every home where there are children and a pet dog, some
one is sure to be very ambitious to give the dog special training.
The older brother or sister will patiently go over and over the
daily instructions and search for new tricks to "show off" the pet;
while the very little folks will be equally interested and delighted
with the "doggie" that will submit to being harnessed to the little
cart, and give baby a fine ride out-of-doors. Doggie himself takes
the greatest pleasure in his tricks of "fetch and carry" while
romping with the little people--bounding away after baby's rubber
ball every time it is thrown for him, but very careful not to destroy
any of the playthings.
We are sure the little people will take great delight in the
dressed-up dogs and the performing dogs as shown in these pages.
The doggies seem so much like real people when they are dressed
up. And how do we know that they do not think and dream and
plan their work and their play, and even talk to each other in dog
language? Did you ever see a dog laugh ? Just watch the home
pet the next time he is romping and playing, and see how his eyes
shine and smile, even if he does not laugh aloud.
When we become acquainted with these dressed-up dogs we
will be surprised to find how much like real people they are. We
can go with the grown-up dogs to market, and out riding, and
calling and parading. We can enjoy the games of the baby dogs,
and the older doggies, so full of their fun while enjoying their
wheel-barrow rides and tight-rope walking, and all their other
queer tricks. Notice how they try to amuse and help one another,
and how kind they are to each other. We can learn many lessons
of patience and obedience from the dogs, and we will never want
to be rough or unkind to these faithful friends, who seem so
much like little children after all.

The Comic Poodles.
Now children here's the Doggie ihow.
To wbich I promised you should go.
See how these Poodles-canmin pair
Stand with their hind legs in the air.
And with their fore-paws on the ground.
In jackets gay, go strutting round I
Now of this pair it may be said.
That in this kind of fun.
The dog who can the Inngest stand
Must be the strongest o ne


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Fanny on the Tight Rope.

With a balance pole held in her mouth,
And hat with jaunty feather,
Miss Fanny dances on the rope,
Nor cares for wind or weather.
Two gallants watch with anxious air,
Lest Fan should tumble down;
And striking on her little head,
Should chance to crack her crown.



Soldier's Return.

Brave old Tom the doggie bold,
Weary veteran, limping home;
Carlo bears his baggage scant-
Tom no more to war shall roam.
See his flag of honor wave I
While his wife with tender fear,
Welcomes him with open arms-
Longing for her soldier dear.

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The Swing.

Little dog Spring,
Up on a swing-
In. and then 'nut.
Swinging about-
What an odd thing
To see a dog swing!
Good brother Jack.
Forward. and hack,
High, and then low
Makes doggie go-
While funny Pout
With a ereat runt.
And a itd barking-
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The Visitors.

Gentle Juno and Miss Trot
Come with merry Pug to tea,
Pretty Doggie maidens they-
Fair and brisk, as you may see.
How polite the host appears,-
Pointing out old fiddler Joe;
"After tea," he smiling says,
"We will trip it, heel and toe !"


The Serenade.

Within her window, half afraid,
In lace and ribbons bright arrayed,
Sits sighing Fanny-gentle maid
While down below,
Each Doggie beau
Is giving her a serenade.


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"For your apples' to-day
What price do you say?"
Of old Jenny asks close Mrs. Gasket.
For a dime, if you find
A quart to your mind,
I'll give you the pick of my basket."
Says the dame in reply,
"Your price is too high,
I wonder you venture to ask it."

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The Pleasure Trip.

Here stopping at a roadside Inn, you see
The grand turn-out of Lord and Lady Lee;
With coachman, page, and team of spaniels fine,
They've stopped awhile to water up and dine;
While ere they start, the Servants Fan and Will
Talk with the host and settle up the bill.
Till right at last, a happy jolly load,
Away they go again upon the road.



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Miss Kitty went out in
Pussy-cat Town,
In a fine new hat and |
a lovely gown;
And all the kittens as she \ < -
passed by,
Purred with pleasure, and
mewed, "Oh, my! "

Now, Toby was out as well that day,
As usual ready for mischief and play;
He couldn't reach up to her fine new hat 1
So he trod on her gown and worried that.

Alas! to-day he's
a sad bow-wow,
For he has to wear
a muzzle now;
And the kittens laugh
A as he passes by,
Tp. For they all of them
know the reason why!



The' Fishermen.

Fishermen, one, two. three, four, five-
Out to catch fish all alive!

Each took his line, and bait, and rod,
And all the fish said, "Oh! how odd!"

There was Jip and Snip, and Bob and Bee,
And the fifth one was a small Puppee

At noon they all began to sigh:
"It's high time that a fish came byl"

'Twas just upon the stroke of five,
They caught a beauty, all alive!

Jip tumbled in, but, with a shout,
The other four soon pulled him out;

And then, with loud bow-wows of glee,
Those fishers bold-went home to teal

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Those nuts were meant for you and me!"
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You pore little clock, sayin' "tock, tick-tock,"
The whole long day and night through,
Say, why don't you strike' an' nen run down?
That's what I'd do 'f I was you!
You're a' nawful queer little clock, I think;
Your hands have the funniest way
Of goin' slow while I study my books,
An' run'in' so fast when I play !
'N' sometimes I wake in the night, little clock,
Too 'fraid to call mother to see
If the Injuns an' things I've been dreamin' about
Are sure-a-nuf hunting' fer ihe,


An' I lie as still as a little mouse,
A-list'nin' with all my'ears
'Till it seems to me I've been lyin' there
Fer purty near fifty years.
'N' en out of the dark I hear your voice
A-callin' so clear to me,
"Now don't you be scared, you pore little boy,
I'm keeping' you company."
An' nen I'm so glad 'at you didn't run down
The way 'at I told you to do,
'Cause I go to sleep saying' "tock, t'ck-tock,'
Right over again after you.
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Betsy Brian's Needle.


"Oh! Miss Ruby, surely not
another torn frock? That's the third
this week."
I Ruby had come running in holding
S\up her skirt and laughing through a
i w great hole torn in it. But at Nurse's
tone of voice she looked a little penitent.
"I'm very sorry, Nurse, but it
caught on a horrid old nail! "
Oh! yes, I know," said Nurse a
A lI little impatiently, "it is always a horrid
/. nail or a tiresome thorn, never a careless
I. "- little girl! But, really, to keep you
tidy, Miss, one ought to have Betsy Brian's Needle."
Betsy Brian's Needle cried Ruby. What sort of a needle was
that, and who was Betsy Brian? "
Betsey Brian was my great grandmother's second cousin," said
Nurse, "but I've' no time to tell you about her now. Here's a nice after-
noon's work for me, for you haven't a tidy frock to your back! "
"Oh! Nurse, do tell me!" said Ruby, eagerly, for she loved Nurse's
stories. You can tell me while you work, and I'll thread ALL your needles! "
So, after a little more coaxing, Nurse began, while Ruby sat on a stool,
listened, and threaded the needles as they needed it.
Betsy Brian was just a widow woman," said Nurse, with five boys to
. bring up; and she lived in a bit of a cottage on a mountain side, not far off
from the haunted glen, where folks said the Good People used to dance."
The Good People are the Fairies, aren't they nurse ? interrupted Ruby.
Yes, yes, just the Fairies, or the People in Green! Some folks would

have been frightened, but Betsy Brian never troubled about them, and if she
heard queer noises, and laughter, and singing of a night, why she said a
prayer and felt as safe as safe. And she had such a lot to do, she hadn't
much time for thinking, for to feed and clothe those five boys of hers some-
times nearly passed her wits. For they were hungry, and had such a knack
of -tearing their clothes, they sometimes drove her nigh crazy. However,
she had a patch of potatoes, and a cow, and a field of rye, and a few
chickens, not to speak of the pig, and so she managed to get along. When
they came in very ragged she'd put the five of them to bed and sit up and
mend their clothes, specially on a Saturday night, that they might go a bit
decent to church on a Sunday, for you may be sure they hadn't two
suits apiece.
"Well, 'twas the Saturday before Whit-Sunday, and she had packed
them all away in bed, as tight as herrings in a barrel, and was sitting up
later than usual, darning away for dear life to get the patches on before
Sunday morning, when she heard a
knock, knock, at the door. She called
out, Who's there?' And a voice-
a woman's voice it was-cried: Oh!
do let me in, for I've lost my way,
and it's raining in torrents and as
dark as pitch.'
"Betsy Brian jumped up and
opened the door, and there stood a
barefoot girl, with heroshawl over her
head, and the water dripping
from her petticoats, and sure it
was pouring rain as if the skies
would fall.
"'Come in, come in!' she /I
cried, Why whatever is a bit of
a child like you doing out on the M a
mountain side at such a time of
night? Come in, at once.' "
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came in, and
when she pulled
off her shawl
Betsy Brian saw
she had long
yellow hair, just
like gold, hang-
ing down below
her knee, and her
eyes were as blue
as the forget-me-
nots that 'grow
by the brookside. i
She told her to /
sit by the fire,
and she threw on some turfs to make it burn up a bit, and seeing how cold
and wet she was, she made her a bowl of porridge, and gave it her steaming
hot. And the girl sat by the fire and dried herself, and ate the hot porridge:
and watched Betsy Brian as she went on patching the boys' torn clothes.
"' You have a business there, mother,' she said at last. 'Why, how
many boys have you got?'
'There's five of them, bless their hearts said Betsy.
"'Five too many said the girl.
Not one too- many cried Betsy, angrily. They are as good boys
as ever ran in the heather, though they do tear their clothes a bit
But then the cloth is old, and goes easy '
"' Well, let me help you!' says the girl, laughing, and she feels in her
pocket and brings out a thimble and a needle-book, and in it a queer-looking
yellow needle. And up she whips a pair of breeches, that had a hole as big
as a potato.
Stop! stop! cried Betsy, that must be patched, that must !'
But before the words were out of her mouth the yellow needle had
wriggled backward and forwards in the girl's fingers, and the hole was filled


up and mended as if it had never been torn. Betsy, she just sat and stared
agape, but the girl only laughed and went on, taking up one thing and
another till the heap of clothes was all-done.
"' Now, go to sleep,' cried the girl, and she made a pass before Betsy's
eyes, and Betsy went sound asleep and did not wake till the sun was shining
in at the window next morning."
"And had the girl gone?" cried Ruby, as
Nurse paused.
"Yes, she was gone, but she had left her
needle, and it was just a fairy needle and mended 1/
the clothes like magic. Great grandmother said
that she had often seen it."
"And-where is it now?" cried Ruby.
" Have you got it, Nursie, or your mother? "
But Nurse shook her head.
"It went," she said, "mysteriously. When
Betsy Brian died her son's wife had it, but she
was a poor, cold-hearted thing, and never gave
bite or sup to the poor. And one day she drove
a poor old lame man away who had asked to rest a bit by the fire-'twas
winter cold then-and next day the needle was gone and nobody has ever
seen it again "
( Oh! What a pity! said Ruby.

The Day We went a-Whaling.

Oh, the day we went a-whaling by the pond,
To sail to Arctic regions and beyond!
Our ships had lovely sails,
And the ducks, they were our whales,
And our ships pursued them all across the pond!

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There was Emmeline and Jonathan and me,
And Neddy saw the show, and Baby Bee,
And Tip was there of course,
And he barked himself quite hoarse
When our Arctic Expedition went to sea.


Oh the wonder and excitement of that chase !
The pond became a snow-and-icy place,
The whales swam very fast,
/ i, / But our ships caught up at last
And the great whales turned to meet
"4ter them face to face!

We got ready our harpoons to kill the whales,
And we talked of taking blubber home in pails,
But even as we talked
The whales got out and walked,
And off they waddled, flourishing their tails!
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The Fairy Queen.

O, beautiful Queen of Fairyland,
With elegant silver wings,
Kindly please lend me your magic
For I want so many things.

Said the Queen You must with '.. ...'
patience wait
For the presents good Santa Claus--

Please take me from
the nursery shelf,
And let me -
introduce myself;
My.name is Dash,
I'm three years old,
A doggie just 0 1
as good as gold. .

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-- .of one I've had,
But still I'm ngt
so very bad.

My little master
calls it fun
To give me baths-
I gave him one,
Although I didn't
mean to do so,
The day he played -
at being Crusoe.

But this and lots
/" "1 of other larks,
,'' "----V "" ,'I ,.f,,V. I'll pass without

l '\\ remarks or barks,

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:'" 1 ^ i/ .....f 1 1-l ---L' ,r fel'lo' W i R .utherford Pee-
S '[,'I -i '?'i t:.L- fid-le if ever I see
'i Ii l ri iij s, very queer fellow as 61e
^^ H1 i,, t" ii ~i. jkee Aere ayie nonie lid agree
iAn r:.. s.i lir [elloi/ you'hever wilt See
HLLjt Z IL 4u. may lill you'e old a.n 9r.y.
From. Ckin Ato Cape Hera-loper,
For evevy time his dbo,, hbeds
His 4i Tnouti + flies + open.,

The Snow Man.
They first made a Snow Man so fine and so tall,
Then rolled up some snow in a very big ball;
And the Snow Man believed it was meant for his head:
It will never look well on my shoulders," he said.
It wyas such a fine and magnificent ball,
But it never got up to his shoulders at all;
For the siin came out, hearing the children at play,
And snowball and Snow Man both melted away.

The Rival Musicians.


At one side of the way lived Miss Tibbs. She kept a school for girls,
which was called a Seminary, and taught her pupils to read and write nicely;
and to say "please," and "thank you," very often.
At the other side of the way lived Dr. Gibbs. He kept a school fur
boys, which was called an Academy, and taught his pupils many things,
such as twice two make four. Now Miss Tibbs, let me tell you, was fond of
cats, and Dr. Gibbs had a liking for dogs.
One day Miss Tibbs got four pussy cats, and started there and then to
teach them singing. They must have had lovely voices naturally, for these
cats soon became famous in the district, and
1N were known for miles round as the "Tibby
r Pussy Cat Quartette."
They usually sang out of doors of an
evening, and Dr. Gibbs said that their music
-- i disturbed his rest-but then, you know, he
A did not like cats.
0 lWell, the first half-holiday that came
'.I '" round after the "Tibby Pussy Cat Qua:r-
Stette" was formed, Dr. Gibbs betook himself
AI to town. And when he returned, he brought
'. with him four first-class dog musicians. Where
,sl he got them from I cannot tell you. Neither can
I explain how proud he was of their playing.
S/l Everyone said he must have paid a good price for
them, and I think so too. For in every town you
may find cats with good voices, and dogs in an
V ordinary way, but tell me where
W/ you can procure four first-class
Sdog musicians?
pm There was Sandy, the
Scotch terrier, who could pom-
pom on his trumpet.


There was Punchinello, the pug, who could tur-tur on his trumpet.
There was Patch, who could sing; and Switch, a wide-awake fox terrier,
who, although he could neither sing nor play, could use a stick, and keep
the other three doggies in order.
Dr. Gibbs was very proud of his pets, and would say to his friends,
"Any cat can sing, but show me a
Scotch terrier who can pom-pom,
Or a Pug dog who can tur-turn;
a dog like Patch, who can sing any tune you like, or a Fox terrier, like
Switch, who can use a baton "
Then his friends would
shake their heads sol-
emnly, and the doctor
would chuckle, and re-
mark, "What a foolish
person Miss Tibbs must
be to be bothered with
Well, one Friday
afternoon, when the play-
ground was empty,
Switch, the conductor.
of the band, thought
it was a good opportunity to have some music,
so he called the dogs together, and told them
to get their instruments.
"Now, we must practise," he said.
"Very well," they agreed.
Sandy got his trumpet, and Punch got .his trumpet.
"What shall we play, sir.? said Sandy:
Switch looked down his nose foP a moment, and then stroked his
whiskers with one paw, while arranging his collar with the other. This
was all to gain time.
." I think Patch had better sing," he said at length.


Very well, sir," said Patch, good naturedly, and clearing his throat,
in a very deep voice began:-
My heart's in the Lar-der..."
"Pom-a, pom-a, pom, pom. Pom-a, pom-a, pom, pom," struck in
Sandy by way of accompaniment.
"My heart's in the La-r-d-er "
wailed out Patch again.
"Tut, tut! said Switch, flourishing his stick, and looking very cross
at Patch. "Come, hurry up out of that larder, will you-and you," looking
looking fiercely at Punch, why are you not tum-tumming'? "
"Please, sir, I can't," said Punch, submissively.
"You can't tun-turm?"
o "No." Why?"
"Because Patch will hang about
n that larder so long,
and my mouth
Sweaters at the bare
thought of a larder,
so that I can't, I
really can't play! "
Here Punch shoots
i- his trumpet to and
SoI w\ fro, just as do the.
S-- -- .... .great musicians.

"Suppose we take a gallop then," said the perplexed Switch, trying to
get out of the difficulty. He meant, of course, Let us.play a gallop." But
Sandy and Punch did not understand this.
They took the gallop, yelping Hurrah!" and banged down their
trumpets as they scampered round the playground.
Switch growled, "That all comes of your stupid Lar-der-ard-ering," he
said, laying his stick about poor Patch's shoulders. Why are you always
reminding us of something to eat at the most inconvenient times. I'-l turn
you out of our band, I will."

I 0- -


"If you give over-spanking me, I'l. tell you a bit of news," said Patch.
"Well," said Switch, laying down his stick, for he was a great gossip.
S"What is it?"
You know Miss Tibbs over the way ?"
The woman who keeps cats, yes "
"Well, I heard her tell our master the other day that he had no
right to keep us."
"Why?" "Because-"
Just then Sandy and Punch came up, so Patch had to whisper it.
You don't say so," cried Switch.
I do, it's a fact. I heard her say it."
"Good gracious
me," said Switch. "What
does the doctor mean,
gentlemen?" he began, y ,
turning round and ad- 7/
dressing his brother
musicians. I've heard
a piece of news! "
"The Doctor is
going to stand us a.sup- .
per," cried Sandy,
smacking his lips.
"No, the Prima Donna wants to hear us play," suggested Punch,
who was rather high-minded.
"Nothing of the kind, said Switch, Dr. Gibbs is keeping us here
without paying our taxes."
You mean to say we're not respectable dogs ? asked Punch.
You mean to say, I, a free-born Scotch terrier, haven't a ticket? "
screamed Sandy.
"That is what I have just heard," said Switch. You heard the lady
opposite say so, didn't you, Patch? Patch nodded.
"Well, the best thing for us to do is to pack up our trumpets and bolt,"
Sandy decided. A master who doesn't provide us with a license should be-"


"Spanked!" said Switch, flourishing his stick.
Then the four doggies held a council together. After much bow-wow-
ing, it was decided to leave the doctor as soon as possible. This they did.
,The next morning Dr. Gibbs looked here, there, and everywhere for his
pets, but not a trace of them could he find.
As they took their. instruments with them, it is only right to suppose
that the dog-musicians are touring. Perhaps, by this time, they have pro-
cured dog-licenses for themselves. But if, at any time, you meet them in
your travels, oh be sure to let Dr. Gibbs know as early as possible. He is
fretting himself sick at the loss of his illustrious band, and to make matters
worse, if that Miss Tibbs hasn't trained her horrid quartette to mew beneath
the doctor's window.
"To lull him. to sleep," she says.

Father Christmas.

'Twas on a night in winter,
The snow lay on the ground,
And good old Father Christmas*
Was going on his round.
Upon his sturdy shoulder
He bore a Christmas-tree,
SHe was by far too busy
To stop and speak to me.

For down each open chimney
-He dropped the dolls and toys.
He'd brought with him as presents
For all good girls and boys.
Then on again he hastened;
But when his task was done,
He came again and listened
A while at every one.

He peeped in every window,
And said, in accents low,
" Now I have made them happy
It's time for me to go! "
He wished A Merry Christmas"
To all the children dear,
And then he softly whispered,
Good-bye until next year! "


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- Of all the flowers of spring-time,
I love the daffodil, 0 !1
That comes when March winds whis
And songs the green wood fill,C
SWhen Winter's nearly over,
And birds are piping gaily,
I watch within, my garden
f' The blossoms Waking daily.

The snowdrop peeps up shyly,
A modest little fellow;
tle But when my garden blossoms
With daffodils so yellow,
I say, I love you, snowdrops,
But daffodils are dearer,
Because they say each morning,
The spring is one day nearer! "

Two Donkeys.

"I'd like a ride."

"This is jolly."

"Do you think so?".


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