People began to watch for the “little pop-corn boy,” and every week he had at least fifty cents to take home, and often more. And all this was because of John’s bright idea, and the way he carried it out.
A SAD THANKSGIVING PARTY.
Four hungry-looking animals
All seated in a row;
Why does not some one speak to them?
That’s what I want to know.
They all of them were bidden to
A fine Thanksgiving feast,
And now, it seems to me, their host
Might welcome them, at least.
‘Twas Master Pug invited them,
Why does he not appear?
‘Tis plain they think his absence looks
Extremely rude and queer.
Alas! poor Pug’s in trouble sore,
The host he cannot play;
No feast for self or friends has he
On this Thanksgiving Day.
He saw a turkey, large and fat,
Upon the kitchen shelf.
“That’s just the very thing I want,”
Said he unto himself.
He caught the turkey, but the cook
Caught him with firmer grasp,
And shook him till he could not bark
But only choke and gasp.
Meanwhile, those hungry animals,
Who’d waited there in vain,
Declared they never would be guest
Of Mr. Pug again.
GUY AND THE BEE
One day a jolly bumble-bee,
In coat of black and yellow,
Got caught inside a window-pane;
The silly little fellow.
He buzzed and buzzed against the glass,
To Guy’s great enjoyment,
Who thought to watch this funny thing
Was just the best employment.
But soon to touch those gauzy wings,
Became Guy’s great desire,
Although mama had told him that
A bee could sting like fire.
But Guy, silly as the bee,
Paid no heed to mama,
He touched the bee, then gave a howl
Which could be heard afar.
Mama a soothing poultice mixed,
And on his finger laid.
“Another time you’ll be more wise,”
Was everything she said.
A MEAN BOY.
Harry Burton woke one night and heard a strange noise in his closet. He got out of bed, crossed the floor in his bare feet, and carefully opened the closet door. The noise stopped, instantly.