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Correct answers to puzzles have been received from Harry D. Lockman, Bessie Eaton, Roy Dempster, Robert Andrews, Jun., William C. Hyatt, "Fill Buster," John Janemich, Harry Graff, Olin A. McAdams, Florence T. Cox, L. E. C., "Lodestar," H. L. Pruyn, Sadie A. Sedgewick, Clare B. Bird, J. C. Krautz.

The answer to the Enigma on page 160 of No. 114 is Drab—Bard.

[For Exchanges, see 2d and 3d pages of cover.]

[SCIENTIFIC PUZZLES.]

Fig. 1.

Fig. 2.

Here are two very simple experiments that will not fail to excite a good deal of interest and wonderment among persons who are unfamiliar with them.

The first illustrates the pressure of the atmosphere. Take a coin and rub it against some oaken book-case or very smooth wooden surface, as shown in Fig. 1. Press it hard for a moment, and then withdraw the fingers. The coin will continue to stick to the wood.

The reason of this is that the rubbing and the pressure have dispersed the air which was between the coin and the wood, and the pressure of the atmosphere is sufficient to keep the coin in its place.

To perform the experiment shown in Fig. 2 fill a glass carefully with water up to the brim, so that the surface of the water is rounded. Then ask the by-standers how many coins can be thrown into the glass without the water over-flowing. Some will emphatically declare that it will not hold one; others will admit that there may possibly be room for one or two.

By dropping the coins very carefully into the water edge-ways, it will be found that even as many as five or six coins the size of a silver dollar can be dropped into the water before it overflows.

[THE LITTLE MAN.]

BY MAMIE LUKE.

A little man, in brand-new suit
Of clothes from out the store;
Nor speck of dirt nor stain of fruit
His natty garments bore.
His jacket and his trousers were
His first, and spick and span;
And pride soon exercised its spur
Upon this little man.
And felt he prouder than a King
In his complete array;
To see him round the parlor swing
Was better than a play.
Deep in his trousers pockets thrust,
Make sure, were both his hands,
And richer he with cents in trust
Than owner large of lands.
"Papa," he cried, as stopped he short
Beside his father's knee—
"Papa, me loves oo tos oo bought
'Ese nice new tose for me;
And, mammy, me be 'eal dood boy,
An' teep 'ese tose so tean;
Me do an' buy me pooty toy,
To p'ay in house, I mean.
"Me on'y 'tay a 'ittle w'ile,
An' tum 'ight in aden,
An' den till dinner me will p'ay
'Ith Donnie Hay an' Ben.
Me teep my tose so tean, papa,
Me dit on dem no dirt;
Me do away f'om house not far,
An' 'on't fell down dit hurt."
An hour passed on; the little man
Returned with face all blood;
Without a cap in-doors he ran,
His clothes befouled with mud.
Between his sobs, for breath hard pressed,
A tale of strife he told;
"'At Donnie Hay 'tepped on my foot,
An' den we bof taut hold,
"An' felled all down an' 'olled all 'ound;
He bite my fingis sore;
Me sc'atch his face, my nose he pound,
An' b'an'-new tows is tore;
Me hit 'im bat, an' pulled he hair
So hard I ever tan.
Me lick him, pa, an' made him kye,
An' I's a 'ittle man!"

FUN ON THE ICE—"SNAPPING THE WHIP."