Chapter II: Part 2

After a while, however, they had the satisfaction of seeing him open his eyes. Johnnie wanted to go home now; he knew that his aunt and Pat were anxiously awaiting him. He was deliberating what to do, when a carriage drove up, and a lady and gentleman hurriedly alighting, came up to the still half-unconscious child. Johnnie heard one child cry, "Mamma!" and saw the look of glad recognition light up the face of the other, and then he was off with all speed for home. As he approached the house he saw his aunt, and--yes, it was, it was--Pat standing in the doorway, looking anxiously toward the factory. He waved his hat, and hastened forward yet faster, stopping at the gate quite out of breath from excitement, but looking so happy and smiling that their fears were calmed at once.

"Oh, I am so glad to see you, Pat! Don't touch me, auntie dear; I am all over paint and benzine. Just wait until I change my clothes and I will tell you all about it," he said, as he disappeared upstairs.

But the great surprise and pleasure came the next day. Johnnie had gone to work as usual, and was not expected home until evening. About noon, however, he entered the kitchen where his aunt was working.

"Come, aunt, into the room where Pat is. I have something nice to tell you."

But when there he could say nothing. He just put in her hand a crisp check for two hundred dollars.

"Oh. Johnnie! now you can go to school too," shouted the delighted Pat.

"What does it mean, dear?" asked his aunt, gazing in wonder at the check, at Johnnie, and then at the check again.

"The manager gave it to me this morning. It was his little boy who fell into the tank yesterday. He had heard about my wanting to go to school, and about Pat, so he gave me this. Oh, dear auntie! do you suppose anybody was ever so happy as I am? Here is the manager's carriage too. I am to have a half-holiday, and take you both out riding. Come, we will have some dinner, and then go down the deep hollow road."

HOW TO LAY OUT LAWN TENNIS COURTS.

BY SHERWOOD RYSE.

In an article on lawn tennis published in YOUNG PEOPLE last summer we pointed out how the game might be indulged in with a very small outlay of money--how some of the implements, indeed, might be of home manufacture and yet be serviceable. Accordingly we were obliged to limit the court to a size which the net supplied with cheap tennis sets would admit. As the game has now become so popular that it is likely to be, if it is not already, the game of games, we will take our readers a little further, and show them how to lay out a full-sized court both for single and double games.

As the double court measures 78 feet by 36, the lawn should be not less than 100 feet by 50, and the court should be laid out as in the accompanying diagram.

First, stake out the base line, E to F, 36 feet, with your string. Then carry it along the line F to D, 78 feet, and in the same manner make the line E to C, 78 feet. Then connect C, D, and if your figure is a parallelogram, this last line should be the same length as E to F, namely, 36 feet.

The whole area of the two courts is now marked out. Next for the divisions.

The single courts are of the same length as the double, but only 27 feet wide, that is 9 feet less than the double. Mark out, therefore, the positions of G and H, which will be 4-1/2 feet from E and F respectively; and in the same manner, and at the same distances from the side lines, mark the positions of J and K. Then extend your string from G to J, and from H to K.

Now for the net, which is shown by the broad line A to B, extended three feet on each side of the boundary of the court. From the net line measure 21 feet to N, O, P, Q respectively, and join N and O, P and Q. These last lines are 27 feet long: divide them in half, so that the distance from N to L, for instance, is 13-1/2 feet, and mark the line L to M.

You will think, and rightly, that if you are to stake all these lines at the same time with string, you will require several hundred feet of string; but this is not necessary. Cut sixteen stakes about six inches long, sharpened at one end and broad at the other, so that they can be easily driven into the ground and yet not easily be trodden out of sight. As you measure off each point you will drive a stake to mark it; thus you will need as many stakes as there are letters in the diagram.

As the court on the one side of the net is exactly similar to that on the other, if you grow tired of measuring and driving stakes, you may mark the lines of the one court before completing the laying out of the other. This you must do with "whitening" and a brush not less than two inches wide. Each line that is to be marked must be shown by a string stretched over it as a guide: otherwise the lines will be far from straight. As each line is finished, the string is taken up and used to guide the marking of the next line. Care should be taken to mark all the lines equally distinct, and to renew them as they get worn out.

Here is a handy table of distances from point to point in the diagram.

Double court { Base line E to F = 36 feet.
{ Side line F to D = 78 feet.
{ Side line E to C = 78 feet.
{ Base line C to D = 36 feet.

Single court { Base line G to H = 27 feet.
{ Base line J to K = 27 feet.
{ Side line G to J = 78 feet.
{ Side line H to K = 78 feet.

Service court { Net to service lines = 21 feet.
{ Central line, L to M = 42 feet.

Between net posts A to B = 42 feet.

PARSEE MERCHANTS OF BOMBAY.

BY THOMAS W. KNOX.

Among all the races and religions of India there are none more curious than the Parsees. They are sometimes called Fire-Worshippers, on account of their reverence for the sun, and consequently of the fire that comes from it. The founder of their religion was Zoroaster, who was supposed to have brought fire from heaven, and placed it on their altars, and to this day it is kept burning in their temples.

The Parsees belonged originally in Persia, and were persecuted by the Saracens more than a thousand years ago, so that many of them embraced the Mohammedan religion. The few that clung to the worship of the sun were driven into the most barren parts of the country, or compelled to leave it altogether. Many settled in the province of Guzerat in Hindostan, bringing the sacred fire with them. They were again persecuted by the Mohammedans, but for the last two hundred years have enjoyed religious freedom.

It is thought that there are about two hundred thousand of them now in India. In Bombay alone there are seventy thousand Parsees, and the rest are principally in Guzerat and along the western coast. They are intelligent and enterprising, pay great attention to the education of their children, give liberally to all public charities, and their merchants are considered the shrewdest business men in the world. More than three-fourths of the business of Bombay is in their control, and for this reason the place is often called "the City of the Parsees."

The cotton market of Bombay is an excellent place in which to study these strange people, and in the height of the season it is often crowded with them. They go among the bales and bags of cotton examining the fibre, and talking busily with each other in their efforts to buy or sell. When making a bargain they are rarely in a hurry, and it is not an unusual sight to see a couple of them seated on a bale of cotton, each with a sample in his hands, arguing with great earnestness over a difference of a few cents on a transaction amounting to thousands of dollars. From the closeness of their bargains they are sometimes called "the Jews of the East." It has been said that the Israelites of Europe can not compete successfully with the Parsees in matters of trade.

These people adhere to the dress of their ancestors. Their ordinary costume consists of a white frock falling below the knee, over trousers of the same material, and for head-coverings they wear a curiously shaped hat of spotted muslin, without a brim. Their priests wear a hat of the same shape, but of pure white, the rest of their dress being similar to that of the ordinary Parsee. They take care of their poor so thoroughly that a Parsee beggar is never seen. The men rarely accompany their wives in public, and very few Europeans have ever seen the inside of a Parsee house, so as to learn the domestic life of the family. Parsee boys and girls are frequently very handsome, but their beauty fades while they are yet young. Their parents are very fond of them, and a father will often deny himself many things in order to spend freely on the education or amusement of his children.

Notwithstanding their habit of driving close bargains, the Parsee merchants have a high reputation for honesty. They may be a long time closing a transaction, but when the word has been given, they adhere closely to their agreements. The wealthiest men of Bombay are among the Parsees, and they are as noted for their charities as for their great fortunes. One of these merchants, who had gained an enormous fortune in trade with China, devoted the closing years of his life to works of charity. He connected the island of Bombay with the mainland by a causeway at his own expense, he built and endowed two hospitals, and he gave a large amount of money for the relief of British soldiers during the Crimean war. The Queen conferred on him the honor of knighthood, and afterward made him a baronet. Since his death his son has inherited not only the title but the charities of his father.

The Parsees do not bury or burn their dead like the Hindoos and Mohammedans around them, but expose the bodies to be eaten by birds. One of their most prominent merchants explained this custom as follows:

"We consider fire sacred, and would not use it for burning the dead, as the Hindoos do, or for any other ignoble office. The earth is the mother of mankind, and the producer of the fruits and other things on which we live, and the burial of the dead would be a defilement and an injury. Cemeteries are everywhere considered unhealthy, and our mode of sepulture is open to none of the objections that are made to cremation or burial."

The Parsees are not by any means confined to Bombay and its vicinity; there are several Parsee houses in Calcutta, Madras, and other cities of India, and they can also be found in Hong-Kong, Shanghai, Yokohama, and other cities of Asia. Some of the Bombay houses have branches in London, and a few in New York and San Francisco, and year by year their business is spreading throughout the world. Twelve hundred years ago they numbered but a few thousand refugees; now they have become an influential people, respecting the religions of others, but clinging tenaciously to their own. The sacred fire burns in their temples, as it has burned for centuries, and from present indications it will continue to glow for many centuries to come.

A CHERRY-TREE LESSON.

BY S. S. CONANT.

A naughty little city boy was taken to a farm,
To spend the summer holidays, away from heat and harm;
Where he could roll upon the grass, or chase the little chicks,
Or tease the piggies in the pen by poking them with sticks.

To pull the peacock's feathers out to him was lots of fun;
The geese stretched out their necks and hissed, and made him turn and
run;
He didn't dare to plague the dog, for fear that he would bite;
But he was in all sorts of scrapes from morning until night.

One day he climbed a cherry-tree that in the garden grew,
Because it was the very thing he'd been told not to do;
The cherries they were red and ripe, and tasted very sweet--
That naughty boy he swallowed them as fast as he could eat.

But when he'd eaten all he could, and scrambled down again,
He sat upon the ground, and soon began to scream with pain;
And when at last the doctor came he very grimly said,
"Give him a dose of castor-oil, and put him right to bed."

"It isn't nice," said his mamma, "to lie in bed all day;
I hope 'twill be a lesson, Tom, and teach you to obey."
Tom promised solemnly no more that cherry-tree to climb;
And his mamma was very sure he meant it--at the time.

A CHEAP CANOE.

So many lads have written to Our Post-office Box asking for advice and information as to how to build a cheap canoe, that Messrs. Harper & Brothers have just reprinted in a circular the article on this subject which appeared in HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE April 27, 1880. Messrs. Harper & Brothers will mail the circular and working plans to any address on receipt of a three-cent postage stamp.

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WARM WEATHER.--Why, of course, dears. But we need the sunshine to ripen the corn, and make the apples round and red, and paint the yellow pears, and kiss the green grapes until they grow large and purple. Let me tell you a secret. It isn't worth while to fan, and fan, and keep saying "Oh, dear! I wish a breeze would come! When will this heat be over?" Neither is it a good plan to drink a great deal of ice-water. The more you drink, the more you will want. Try to forget the heat, and get some pleasant thing to do, sitting in the coolest place you can find. Paint a picture, draw some Wiggles, make a puzzle for HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, or write a letter to Our Post-office Box; help auntie dust the parlor, gather flowers to fill the vases, read an interesting book, arrange your specimens or stamps, or tell a story to please your little sister. If you do something that you like to do, or that will make others happy, the warm day will be gone before you know it.

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FORT BAYARD, NEW MEXICO.

I am a little boy eight years old. I have taken YOUNG PEOPLE for
over a year. I like New Mexico very much. I have a little burro
(that is Mexican for donkey) that I ride or drive. My father has
three deer-hounds and one stag-hound. One of the deer-hounds is
mine; I call him Thor. The names of the rest of the hounds are
Hilda, Maida, and Jarl; Jarl is the stag-hound. Day before
yesterday Hilda was hooked by a cow, Thor had a cut in his foot,
and Jarl had a sliver in his leg two inches long. When Jarl was a
puppy, he had a bad fall from a railroad trestle. Papa was going to
shoot him, but one of the soldiers said, "Don't shoot, sir; he is
all right." We have a pointer called Roy. I have been to the Santa
Rita copper mines, and have seen the stamps that they crush the ore
with. I take German lessons from the librarian of the Twenty-third
Infantry. My mother has twelve hens--two sitting, and two with
little chickens. I have nothing more to tell about now, but I will
write again. I liked "Toby Tyler" and "Tim and Tip," and I like
"Mr. Stubbs's Brother" very much; and oh, I liked "Scrap" so much!
and "The Boys' Tea Party" was splendid. I would like to send my
love to the Postmistress.

W. SWIFT M.

The Postmistress sends you hers in return.

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GLASSBOROUGH.

I have begun to make a collection of curiosities, and have three
butterflies, one moth, a hornets' nest, and two birds' nests; in
them are three eggs. My only pet is a kitten named Bunthorne, but I
am lamenting the loss of a horned toad from Mexico. It refused to
eat, and after three months of captivity it quietly died. They are
called by the Mexicans _el taurusita del Vergita_, meaning the
little bull of the little Virgin.

P.S.--Will you tell me the difference between a maiden and a
spinster?

H. S. W.

What a pity about the poor toad! Perhaps he pined for home.

Any unmarried woman is a maiden. A spinster is a person who spins. In olden times the young ladies of the family used to spin and weave the household linen, and so they were called spinsters. Really a maiden and a spinster are the same.

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GALLIPOLIS, OHIO.

I am a little girl twelve years old. I have been taking HARPER'S
YOUNG PEOPLE two years, and like it very much. I have been
afflicted for years, and have to walk on crutches. I have two
sisters, who are away at school; a week more and they will be at
home, and I will be happy. I have a canary-bird; his name is Pedro.
The bottom of his cage dropped out, and he flew away, and was gone
a day and night; a boy caught him, and brought him back to me. I
have a tortoise-shell cat and kitten. The old cat is named Spot,
and the kitten Hot. I will exchange twelve foreign and United
States stamps for the same number of gilt cards or glass buttons. I
have a button string of over a thousand glass buttons; I have also
six hundred cards.

MARY V. COX.

Although you have to walk on crutches, you have happy times, I am sure, for a contented heart triumphs over all difficulties.

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SHERBURNE FOUR CORNERS, NEW YORK.

I am a girl twelve years old, and am not very large for my age. I
have five sisters and one brother. Two of my sisters are married,
and each has a little boy. The oldest boy is four years old, and
the youngest is not two weeks old yet. My birthday was last May, on
Decoration-day. I am collecting cards, and now have 370. We have
four horses and two colts; and I have a very nice cat.

FANNIE A. H.

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A very little girl with a very big hat,
And a dear little boy with a pail,
They were going to the beach to play in the sand,
And then off with papa for a sail.

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LITTLE CONFECTIONERS.--Several little girls have asked me to give them some receipts for making chocolate caramels and other candies. I hope they will remember that in candy-making, as in other cooking, it is necessary to be very exact in measuring the different ingredients; neither sugar nor flavoring can be left to chance. And the little cook must keep a sharp eye on her fire, and watch her pan and its contents, so as to remove them at just the right moment. Sugar must be made into a syrup by adding water to it, and boiling it until it is smooth and thick. It is then called clarified sugar.

_Chocolate Caramels_.--Dissolve four ounces of chocolate in as
little water as possible, and add it to one pound of clarified
sugar, stirring it for a few minutes before taking it off. If you
wish a richer caramel mixture, then take half a pound of chocolate,
two cups of sugar, half a cup of milk, and a small lump of butter.
Scrape the chocolate in the milk, add it to the boiled sugar, and
stir in the butter. When your caramels are done pour them into a
flat pan or a sheet of tin which you have oiled or buttered, so
that they will not stick fast to it. When cool enough to be dented
with the finger, cut the caramels into the shape you desire with a
knife. If you do not eat your caramels on the day they are made,
keep them in a tightly closed jar.

Everton taffy is a favorite with children. It is made in this way:

_Everton Taffy_.--Melt three ounces of butter in a brass skillet,
and add one pound of brown sugar; boil the mixture over a clear
fire until the syrup, when dropped into cold water, breaks between
the teeth without sticking to them. Pour it into pans which have
been rubbed with buttered paper, and set it away to cool. If you
wish, you may add the grated rind of a lemon when the sugar is half
done.

_Plain Taffy_.--Boil a quart of molasses slowly for half an hour
over not too fierce a fire, stirring it constantly. Add to it half
a tea-spoonful of bicarbonate of soda (baking-soda). Try the candy
by dropping a spoonful in cold water. If brittle, it is done.

You may, if you wish, make molasses candy very white by pulling it in your hands, first flouring them or buttering them, so that the candy will not stick fast to your fingers.

Now, dear little housekeepers, although I have given you these receipts, I do not advise you to spend a great deal of time in candy-making in midsummer. I would rather hear that you had been riding on the hay, or gathering apples, fishing with your brothers, or going over the hills for blackberries. But if you do make candy, be sure to write me word whether or not it turns out finely and tastes good.

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WEATHERFORD, TEXAS.

I am a little boy seven years old. I have never been to school yet,
but I learn at home. I like my books very much. I had several nice
books given to me, and I have read them all but one. I have just
had a nice trip with my papa, going on the Texas and Pacific
Railroad to Colorado City. It is in Western Texas, on the Colorado
River. The river was very high, and I saw some horses swim across
it. I saw a great many prairie-dogs. They burrow in the ground, and
have a rattle-snake, an owl, and a rabbit with them. I also saw a
panther. I wanted a prairie-dog for a pet, and a gentleman promised
to send me one. I see where little Susie has told you about her
pet, a horned toad. There are a great many of them here. They do
not hop like a toad, but run almost as fast as a lizard. I catch
them, and put them in the garden to destroy the bugs. My pet is a
little rat terrier named Snip. I saw a little printing-office at
Colorado City, where a paper called the _Nut-Shell_ is printed. It
is about as large as a big sheet of writing-paper. Its editor is
Johnny Tolar, a boy about fifteen years old. I take it and HARPER'S
YOUNG PEOPLE. I wrote this letter by myself, and then got mamma to
show me the mistakes.

HOWARD L.

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A VISIT TO FORT PICKENS.

I will first tell where Fort Pickens is. It is on Santa Rosa
Island. The island is surrounded by the Gulf of Mexico and
Pensacola Bay, and is a large uninhabited island. On the 25th of
May the Presbyterian Sabbath-school from Pensacola gave a picnic.
We left the wharf for Fort Pickens about half past nine. We had a
very nice time going over; we played games and talked all the way
over. We arrived at the Fort at about ten or half past ten o'clock.
As soon as we had landed, we went right to the Fort, where we staid
for about half an hour resting, after which we walked through the
Fort. We then went back to where our parasols and baskets were. We
got our parasols, and started with a few other girls and boys to
walk round the parapets of the forts. A few boys and girls went
over to the Gulf to gather shells, but it was so warm that I
thought it best to wait until afternoon before I went over to the
Gulf. About twelve o'clock we went into one of the large, cool
case-mates and danced and decorated our hats with ferns and wild
flowers gathered inside the Fort. At one o'clock we had dinner,
which we enjoyed very much. We had everything necessary to eat at a
picnic. After dinner we spent the time until half past two much the
same as in the morning. At half past two a crowd of ladies,
gentlemen, and children went over in a sail-boat to Barrancas to
visit the light-house. I did not go over with them for fear of
getting seasick. After I had seen the boat leave the wharf I went
back to the Fort, where I met several girls who were going over to
the Gulf. I went with them. When we got over to the Gulf we pulled
off our shoes and stockings and went in wading. When tired of that
we walked up the beach gathering shells, until we thought it time
to go back to the Fort. After a sail on the Gulf we returned to
Pensacola, and arrived there about half past six. We were very
tired.

NANNIE L. W.

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WASHINGTON, D.C.

I am a little girl six years old. I have no brother nor sister, but
have as many as six dolls. Fanny is nearly as old as I am. Her nose
is almost flat. I keep Etta dressed all up pretty. Santa Claus has
had two big books made with my HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE. I hope he
won't forget to call for them again this year. I have taken them
every one. I have a blackboard; I print, and can add and take away.
I am in the Second-Reader. Mamma and I are going to Maine next
month to stay till it is real cool here. There we go out fishing.
We pick blueberries, blackberries, and cranberries. I have four
little cousins who go from here. We all have the same grandpa and
grandma. We ride on the hay, and dig clams. Papa will go down to
bring us home. Every Tuesday night he reads me the stories from
HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE. I like the letters very much, and everything
in them. When papa sees a letter from his little girl, he will open
his eyes. I have never been to school. I think Toby Tyler is just
as nice as any other of my friends. I am wondering if you will have
room for this in my HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE; it is a very long
letter.

One of your little girls, OLIVE E. B.

Thank you, dear, for printing your letter so beautifully.

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HARTFORD, CONNECTICUT.

An amusing game which I have seen played is the following: Take
four handkerchiefs and tie them like dolls, to represent four
persons; then tie a thread to each, and put them (the threads) over
the chandelier, and give each thread to a person, who must try to
conceal himself behind a door or something else; and then, while
some one plays on the piano, those who have the threads keep them
jerking, letting the dolls hang so that they come down to the
floor. If well done, it is quite a good representation of dancing.

S.

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LEXINGTON, KENTUCKY.

As I have not seen a letter from Lexington, I thought I would write
one. I have two little puppies; one is named Sport, and the other
Preston. I have a hen, and she lays eggs. I have a little brother,
and he is named Hugh. He has two kittens; one is a Maltese, and one
a common cat. I can ride a bicycle, and last year I took the
certificate at the fair for good riding.

E. SAYRE C.

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WAUKESHA, WISCONSIN.

I am twelve years old, and have taken the YOUNG PEOPLE from the
beginning. I like it very much; I can hardly wait a week for it to
come, because the continued stories all leave off in such
interesting places.

I haven't any pets to tell you about, for they all died. I had five
cats, a mother and four little ones, and some one killed the
mother, and two little dwarfs, as I called them, had to be
drowned, because they could not live without her; then one of the
remaining two fell into the well and drowned itself, and the horse
stepped on the other one; so that is the fate of my five cats.

My mamma, papa, and little brother have all been to California, and
left me here with some friends; they were gone nearly a year, and
sometimes I felt very lonesome. My brother is ten years old, and we
have a nice big yard to play in. My brother's name is Earle, and we
both like "Mr. Stubbs's Brother" very much.

WINNIE W.

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ADMIRER.--Newfoundland is pronounced with the accent on the first syllable. I do not know who wrote the exercise in alliteration which you mention. It is clever, but you could no doubt compose an equally excellent one yourself. Whether to use plain or ornamental note-paper is a matter to be decided by your own taste. The exquisite little butterfly painted by yourself in the corner of your sheet is a decided addition to the beauty of your letter. I would not waste such decorations on an envelope, however, as that has to pass through many hands, and is less private than the inclosure.

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VIOLET S.--Your teacher has discovered a very pleasant way of teaching her pupils how to write compositions. Although most schools are now taking their summer recess, I will state her method. She takes ten words from a lesson which the girls have recently studied, and writes them on the blackboard, after which she gives them fifteen minutes with their slates and pencils. At the end of fifteen minutes each is asked for her composition.

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The smallest black-and-tan terrier in the world is supposed to belong to a lady in Chicago. It weighs from a pound to a pound and a half. Its skin is like the finest silk, its eyes project like marbles, its legs resemble lead-pencils, and its feet are the most perfect and curious things alive. It reposes in a basket lined with gold and cardinal satin, wears a collar studded with diamonds and emeralds, with "Baby Mine," its pet name, on a gold plate tipped with a gold bell, and is fed from a saucer of Dresden china.

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BETTIE.--Keep powdered borax on your wash-stand, and use it when washing your hands; it will make them soft and white. Lemon juice is also good to whiten the hands. But the Postmistress does not object to a healthy brown color in summer either on hands or face.

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C. Y. P. R. U.

This article on the making of anagrams, which we ask you to read carefully, was prepared by a gentleman who has had a great deal of experience with puzzles and puzzlers. Perhaps you will try your own skill in transposing sentences after this ingenious fashion:

MODERN ANAGRAMS.

BY KOE.

In a former issue of YOUNG PEOPLE a writer told the younger readers of the old-fashioned amusement of making anagrams on the names of acquaintances and public characters. The author gave several illustrations of famous anagrams made many years ago; but there have been some truly wonderful anagrams published in this country during the last four or five years, and I shall endeavor to give you a few of the most interesting ones.

There is a certain understanding among contributors to puzzle columns that an anagram is a word, name, place, or event so transposed that it will relate in some way to the original subject; while if merely so transposed that it will produce other words not relative to the original, it is called a transposition; but transpositions are usually made of a single word, as, for instance, the following by a lady of Toledo, Ohio, who signs herself "Mazie Lane":

"Transpose a musical anthem grand,
And find a picture by a red man's hand."

The answer is Motet--Totem.

Here is one by a young man of Boston, who signs himself "Sphinx":

"Gay, pretty flowers of the spring,
Transposed will stipulators bring."

Answer: Primroses--Promisers.

These are good examples of transpositions, as they are called, while the word Astronomers, which is turned into moon-starers, is an excellent example of word-anagram. One of the best, and probably only word in the English language of which so perfect an anagram can be made, is a word I discovered in my dictionary not long since. It is the word _stum_, and turned into the anagram of _must_. The definition of each word is the same--"unfermented grape juice or wine."

As the following anagrams were when published signed by their authors with a _nom de plume_, or assumed name, I will give due credit by giving the name of each.

A contributor who signed himself "Wilkins Micawber" sent me the following in 1879:

"We all can say, and speak the truth,
How well we knew her in our youth."
_The door ring tided ill._

Surely every one of my readers has heard or read of this little girl who, while on her way to her grandmother's house, met the fierce wolf in the woods. The words in italics represent the anagram, and I am confident some of the bright little readers would soon discover in the above line their well-known friend Little Red Riding-hood. Is not this an excellent anagram?

A gentleman of New Haven, Connecticut, who uses the _nom de plume_ of "O. Possum," is the author of the following--and I fancy some of the older members of the family would have to assist to solve it, being an anagram of a well-known book that few of the little folks read:

_Past homes of Italy pied._
"Of days gone by, a story written
By Sir Edward Bulwer Lytton."

The answer is _The Last Days of Pompeii_.

From the landing of the Pilgrims down to the present day the history of our country is full of grand events that afford most excellent subjects for anagrams, and many of my friends have utilized some of them. I could fill several pages with the anagrams I have collected, but lack of space compels me to give only a few of the best.

A contributor who uses the _nom de plume_ of "Jim Jam" was the first to use the event of Washington crossing the Delaware for an anagram, with the following result:

_A hard, howling, tossing water scene._

Soon after receiving this a friend, now dead, sent me the following on the same subject. His _nom de plume_ was "Graham":

_Lo! see rash acting with dangers won._

One "Percy Vere" also used this subject, with this result:

"Read this event on history's page--
_The cold waters swashing on in rage._"

While "Edwin Drood's" attempt resulted as follows:

_Watch a soldier hang on, steering s.w._

This was sent to me more as a joke, and the answer given as "Crossington washing the Delaware," but both answers can be found. I will here say that a true and perfect anagram should not contain a single letter to represent words, as in the one given above; nor should any but proper abbreviations be used, and these as rarely as possible.

The two following were composed by "Traddles," who, by-the-way, is looked upon as quite an expert in this amusement:

_Horror flee! Rude war's better ended._

"The surrender of Robert Edward Lee," which also ended the war of the rebellion.

_A French site. 'Tis blotted out, eh?_

"The destruction of the Bastile," a terrible state-prison, which was destroyed by the people of Paris on the 15th of July, 1789.

_O! glad boy finds rich metal in clay of shoal river._

This, by "Percy Vere," is considered one of the best and most correct of anagrams. The answer is, "The discovery of gold in California by Marshall." This author is also the writer of the following:

_O! all in ban. March!_

Answer: Abraham Lincoln.

_Sirs, 'tis alone._

Answer: Solitariness.

The following two are so good that I am sure my readers will excuse me for the additional time I take from their play to present them. They are both by the same author, a gentleman of Ohio:

_Often noisy I when I enable aching wives to hem._

Answer: Invention of the sewing-machine by Elias Howe.

_Pooh! we can find ten errors; they never hit._

Answer: The weather predictions of Henry Vennor.

The above will give you all an idea of how an anagram should be made. All are excellent specimens of American work--in fact, I am certain no better were ever composed. The puzzle column in this paper, I am sure, would publish some anagrams if my young readers will take the trouble to try and make them. Let us see who will have the first one published.

Before closing I wish to give you a treat, illustrating how a word can be twisted and twirled. It is from Maitland:

"'How much there is in a word--_monastery_,' says I. 'Why, that makes _nasty Rome_;' and when I looked at it again, it was _more nasty_--a very vile place, or _mean sty_.

"'_Ay, monster_,' says I, 'you are found out.'

"'What monster?' said the Pope.

"'What monster?' said I. 'Why, your own image there--_stone Mary_.'

"'That,' he replied, 'is _my one star_, my Stella Maria, my treasure, my guide.'

"'No,' said I, 'you should say _my treason_."

"'_Yet no arms_,' said he.

"'No,' quoth I; 'quiet may suit best, as long as you have _no mastery_--I mean _money arts_.'

"'No,' said he again, 'those are _Tory means_, and Dan, _my senator_, will baffle them.'

"'I don't know that,' said I; 'but I think one might make _no mean story_ out of this one word monastery.'"

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We would call the attention of the C. Y. P. R. U. this week to Mrs. Lillie's article "Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart," and to "Parsee Merchants of Bombay," by Colonel Thomas W. Knox. In "How to Lay out Lawn Tennis Courts" Sherwood Ryse offers some hints that young tennis-players will find very useful.

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PUZZLES FROM YOUNG CONTRIBUTORS.

No. 1.

DOUBLE ACROSTIC.

1. A pronoun. 2. A tree. 3. Another pronoun. 4. A kind of fuel. 5. A boy's name. 6. A preposition. 7. A verb. 8. A smaller portion. Primals and finals compose the name of a book by Louisa M. Alcott.

DOXY.

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No. 2.

NUMERICAL ENIGMA.

I am composed of 19 letters, and am a famous navigator.
My 1, 4, 11, 12, 15, 19 is a show.
My 2, 7, 10 is an agricultural tool.
My 3, 13, 17 is to steal.
My 5, 18, 17, 16, 4, 6 is to yield.
My 8, 9, 4, 14 is a boy's nickname.
My whole is the name of a famous navigator.

R. B. B.

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No. 3.

TWO WORD SQUARES.

1.--1. A jeweller's measure. 2. Nimble. 3. A fire-arm. 4. To grant. 5. Prongs.

2.--1. A tree. 2. A weapon. 3. To verify. 4. A friend. 5. Pitchers.

EMPIRE CITY.

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No. 4.

AN EASY ENIGMA.

In cat, not in dog.
In stick, not in log.
In find, not in lose.
In eats, not in chews.
My whole is a country over the sea.
Pray what is my name--can you tell me?

JOCO.

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No. 5.

A SMALL SQUARE.

1. A domestic animal. 2. A number. 3. A swelling.

ALFRED W.

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No. 6.

TWO CHARADES.

1.--My first is fragrant, my second is a name, and my whole is a beautiful flower.

2.--My first is an animal, my second is part of an animal, and my whole is a flower.

EMPIRE CITY.

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No. 7.

WHO AM I?

I went to the Crimea;
I stopped there;
I didn't go there;
I was sent home because
I didn't go there.

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ANSWERS TO PUZZLES IN No. 138.

No. 1.

Nelson, Sydney, Montpelier, Lena, Hobart, Mattery, Cashmere, Brussels, Morocco, Orange, Worms, Fear, Cologne, Sandwich Islands, Orange County, Farewell.

No. 2.

Bennington. Hop-Scotch.

No. 3.

P
R B A T
D A Y B A L E S
R A V E N P A L F R E Y
Y E A T E R R A
N S E A
Y

No. 4.

P A N I C
A T O N E
N O V E L
I N E R T
C E L T S

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Correct answers to puzzles have been received from Fannie T. Metzgar, Julia Jackson, Eddie Flack, Mary Rice, May Fanning, "I. Scycle," Russel B. Beals, Henry Aron, Eva Stevenson, Rose M. Benedict, "Sister Grace," "Prickly-Pear," Mary B. Lavely, Hugh Leslie, Arthur Aird, Jack Trumbull, E. L. Jones, "Lady Clare," "Cricket," Samuel Price, Fred White, A. H. Brown, Edgar Seeman, Richard Venino, "Neptune," Maude Motley, Eddie S. Hequembourg, Cornelia Gateson, Charlie O. Rose, Willie Black, Griffith Williams, Harry, Tom, and Pussy, "Eureka," Maud H. H., Willie and Emily, Alice and Amelia, Roger Franklin, King Albert.

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

A LITTLE SCAMP.

BY JOSEPHINE POLLARD.

He's off on a tramp,
Like the little scamp
That he is, for we did not bind him;
And with hurrying feet
Up and down the street
We've followed, but can not find him.

There are gypsies about,
Who will steal him, no doubt,
And keep him in horrible places;
And changing his name,
Our darling will claim,
Who misses our fond embraces.

The dear little scamp,
What made him decamp
In this way, without any warning?
He can not speak plain,
And we've sought him in vain,
Why, ever since yesterday morning.

He was saucy and pert,
And will surely get hurt
In some of his comical capers;
And hoping to get
Our runaway pet,
We've advertised him in the papers.

We've mentioned his size,
The color of his eyes,
And his hair--'twas a beautiful yellow;
And offered reward,
All we could afford,
To whoever restores the dear fellow.

His meals he will take
Very nicely, and cake
He is almost as fond of as candy.
If he crosses your track,
Won't you please bring him back?
He's a dog, and he answers to--Dandie.

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BARBERS' POLES.

In the records of the English Parliament for the last century we read that Lord Thurlow, when he opposed the Surgeons' Incorporation Bill in the House of Peers, on the 17th July, 1797, stated that by a statute still in force, the barbers and surgeons were each to use a pole. The barbers were to have theirs blue and white striped, with no other appendage; but the surgeons', which were the same in other respects, were likewise to have a gallipot and a red rag to denote the particular nature of their vocation.

The origin of the barbers' pole is to be traced to the period when the barbers were also surgeons, and practiced bleeding. To assist this operation, it being necessary for the patient to grasp a staff, a stick or a pole was always kept by the barber-surgeon, together with the fillet or bandage he used for tying the patient's arm. When the pole was not in use, the tape was tied to it, that they might be both together when wanted.

On a person coming in to be bled, the tape was disengaged from the pole and bound round the arm, and the pole was put into the person's hand. After the operation was concluded, the tape was again tied on the pole, and pole and tape were often hung at the door for a sign or notice to passers-by that they might there be bled. Doubtless the competition for custom was great, for our ancestors believed thoroughly in bleeding, and they demanded the operation frequently. At length, instead of hanging out the identical pole used in the operation, a pole was painted with stripes round it, in imitation of the real pole and bandage, and thus came the sign.

That the use of the pole in bleeding was very ancient appears from an illumination in a missal of the time of Edward I. In other ancient volumes there are engravings of the like practice. "Such a staff," says Brand, who mentions these graphic illustrations, "is to this very day put into the hand of patients undergoing phlebotomy by every village practitioner."

End of Project Gutenberg's Harper's Young People, July 11, 1882, by Various