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8 JUNIOR EAGLE SECTION, BROOKLYN-NEW YORK, SUNDAY, JULY 29, 1917. AM BY mm UKftLL MS" Jingles and Jangles were looking one day At a fence where some posters were up on display; A circus was coming; they wanted to gft, But hadn't the money to take in the show. "I have it!" said Jingles. "I've heard some one say That elephants need lots of water and hay; And boys can get tckets by helping to feed The animals, bringing them all that they need." "I wouldn't be bothered," said Jangles with scorn; "You'll work like the dickens, and sure as you're born The manager won't give you tickets at all; He'll tell you to come round and see him next fall." jay But Jingles insisted that ever since boys Beheld the first circus and knew all its joys, That carrying water in pails to the tents Was good for two tickets and maybe some pence. The circus arrived and cute Jingles went 'round To look up the manager, whom he soon found; The manager gave him a job right away At bringing the water and fetching the hay.

At noon Jingles finished the job he was at And got lots of peanuts the full of his hat, And two front-seat tickets he chuckled with glee, While Jangles was as angry as angry could be! UNCLE EB AND THE OSIER. SAVED BY HIS HORSE sent wt.id to hive the tninal shipped from Texas. Shorty paid out all the money which was due TO AMERICAN GIRLS. Dr. Luther H.

Gulick, president of the Camp Fire Girls, does not limit his message to the 107,070 members of that organization, but addresses in his speeches and writings all the girls in the United States. With the advice and approval of Miss Julia Lathrop of the Children's Bureau, Department of Labor, he has emphasized the necessity for girls to take care of the can shape the slim branches and sprays into, say, a bottom for a basket, by coiling it round and round and till you have a circular or an oval bottom. Sew the form into shape with cotton, and then build up the sides in the same way. A handle of the same can be put on, if you wish. I don't know but that jou could dye the stuff pink, or yellow, or blue and brown, and so make a very pretty basket.

To get An interesting story is related of Shorty Hamilton, cowboy, soldier, actor, and his wonderfully trained horse, which he raised on the Texas plains, says Paul H. Dowling in "Our Dumb Animals." Shorty Hamilton at one time was a cowboy on a Texas ranch. Spending most of his time on the range, far from civilization, his closest companion was his horse Beauty, an animal which he had raised and trained to an unusually high degree. The horse was exceptionally intelligent and soon learned to do almost everything but talk. Naturally the cowboy owner loved him almost, as he would a brother.

Some time later Hamilton's interests took him to the Philippines and he was forced to leave the horse behind, in the care of the younger children, especially in rural communities during harvest him from the Government, and borrowed more in order to get his pet and c-mpanion to the Philippine Islands. When the animal arrived on the docks from the steamer, Hamilton was waiting for her. Beauty saw her master even before she was swung from the ship to the dock, and neighed in anticipation. Shorty at once rejoined his troop with Beauty, and a few days later got into action against the natives. While on scout duty a picket of the native troops sniped Shorty from ambush and he fell from his horse, painfully though not fatally wounded.

He wis unable to remount, so, tearing a leaf from a small notebook, he addressed a note to his officer, thrust the paper under the pommel of the saddle and started Beauty off on the back track to the camp. The horse arrived in safety, and in a short time a small band of United States soldiers had found Hamilton and brought him back to camp. The ex-cowboy soldier, still accompanied by Bsauty wherever he goes, declares that all the gold in the States would not now tempt him to part with his horse again, even for a temporary absence. straight pieces of sapling, lay them out straight on a board and tack them down, not through the pieces, but on each side, and let them dry. These straight pieces will make baskets, "on tne square." Put them together when dry, with raffia.

Three of these little sticks fastened together like a gpysy kettle stand will make a pretty glmcrack for a girl by swinging a small silk bag or else a small tin can, from the sticks, after bronzing the can." "Why Uncle," said Harold, "how did you ever know anything about making things for a girl?" "Oh!" said Uncle Eb, sheepishly, "the ladies in my town got up a fair and made lots of the osier thing-em-bobs. There are many things you can make out of osiers, so never throw any of them away." time when the farmers' wives are working night and day to prepare food for the farm labor. "The battle is going to be won," he said, "fully as much by those at home as by those who go abroad. It is peculiarly a girl's job to take care of small children, but it is not merely girlish it is for God and country. A girl is actively serving her country who takes care of a neighbor's child.

"It is insufficient merely to take care of a child for an hour at indefinite intervals. Definite hours should be fixed, and whenever possible, this service should be rendered in company with other girls who are rendering similar service. A girl should bring to this service planning, deflniteness, team work, regularity of hours, thus fitting herself for life as well as giving service. Girls who have never cared for a child are at a loss and "Bless you, boy," shouted Uncle Eben, "what in the name of mischief are you doing? Spoiling all those osier cuttings? Quit it, right smart!" Uncle Eben. since he came to the farm to spend a little time with his brother, had made his boy nephews "stand around," for Uncle Eben was an economist.

He came from "Back East," as his brother said, and he had not been used to seeing things wasted as they were on the big farm of his brother in Iowa. His own little piece of ground in New England, dignilied by the name of farm, was not much like the bis stretch of land which Brother Ben owned. When the doctor had said that Eben's lungs were giving out, from constant exposure and overwork on his own little place, and that a change to some dryer, warmer State would be beneficial, Uncle Eben just got his hired man to lake the farm and run it, while he went out to see Brother Ben. The boys, Ted and Harold, thought Uncle Eben was great fun. He was so anxious looking and thin, and he "clucked" so over everything new lie saw.

That is, he would stand and make a sort of clucking noise, the boys said, when he saw the big potatoes the ranch garden raised, the big strawberries big wfrid storms. Of a truth, it waa just sheer amazement which made Uncle Eb cluck, and it was a trick he had of gently smacking his tongue instead of his lips. He would have been badly hurt had he known the way his nephews ridiculed him in private, for doing it. "But now, really, boys," said Uncle Eb, "you should not waste all that good osier stuff. That'll make some splendid baskets and some gimcracks, too, for the girls.

Because you wanted to trim the trees, that isn't to say you should go on and waste them. 'Willful you know, 'makes' "Yes, yes, we've learned that by heart, since you came hero, Uncle Eb," broke in Harold. "Willful men at the ranch. When In the Philippines trouble was going on between the United States soldiers and the native forces under Agui-naldo. A call was issued for volunteer Americans, good riders especially.

This was the cowboy's opportunity to get into action, and ho enlisted, soon winning a promotion. But the horse wt ich was given him to ride did not come up to the standard of his well-known Beauty. Hamilton wanted arid needed his own horse so badly that he "What have you In the shape of cucumbers this morning?" asked the customer of the new grocery clerk. "Nothing but bananas, ma'am," was the reply. Christian Register.

ineffectual when they become worn en." A YOUNG INVENTOR'S AUTO. 1 4" 'Ifc 1 4 wmmrn A IF YOUR PAIIROT IS THIRSTY, GIVE HIM A DRINK. "There is a curious superstition existent among parrot-keepers," says L. S. Crandall, in Pets (Henry Hold New York), "to the effect that these birds not only require no water but are better off without it.

The foundation for this absurd belief is not hard to find. When parrots, particularly young birds, are being brought from the tropics they are customarily fed on boiled corn or bread and milk. What moisture they require is obtained from the food. If such birds are suddenly given access to unlimited water the effect on the digestive organ is dangerous, and may result in the death of the bird. On the other hand, if the parrot be given a drink daily, and then the water be removed for a short BEAUTIFUL UGLINESS.

Everybody is familiar with the extreme ugliness of the bulldog's face that makes the animal positively attractive; and everyone who has studied the moths is familiar with the marvelous hideousness or beauty of the larva of the Au-tomeris io. The Io is found from Canada to Florida and westward and southward to Texas and Mexico. In the larval stage it feeds on the leaves of almost any tree or shrub. For ages the enthusiastic lcpid-opterist has regarded it as a beautiful creature. The dainty green body with lateral stripes of pink and creamy white covered with clusters of branching spines forms an object to be admired and respected, too.

It should be handled with care or painful consequences may result. Yet it is a curious fact that in spite of all the pains that Nature has taken to protect this beautiful creature from birds and other large enemies, she has left it open to attack from the tiny ichneumon wasp which drives its sting between the spines and there places a parasital egg. In this way multitudes of the larvae are destroyed, says Popular Science. wasto makes woful want." It is unnecessary to say that Uncle Eb had no wife and boys to make him more indulgent to the foibles of life. He was an old bachelor and a "kind of a crank," his nephews said, but they liked him, ncverthe- I less.

"We never knew that tree would do anything in the basket line," period, the bird will gradually become accustomed to it. Once this is accomplished, there Is nothing to fear from clean water." said Ted, apologetically. "It is only a paper poplar." "Pre-cise-ly," said Uncle Eb, comically. "Here, take those cutoff branches, thick and thin. Strip them of bark.

Why, it's almost like taking the skin off of rhubarb stalks. Now, see how white the poplar is under the bark. You can hardly call it bark, it is so thin. While it la fresh and limber, ymi Norman Klipp of Greenport, L. i bicycles and an engine used in one 15 years old, inventor and sole man- of the old buekboard automobiles, he ingeniously constructed his "run- ufacturer of the above automobile, 1 aboU makes fifteen miles an hour, and the I A aut0 planti turninK 011t cost of operation is very low.

hundreds of cars a day, is unques- By assembling the parts of old tionably his air. The Major Miss Screecher wil'i now sing "Till the Boys Come Home." Tommy Wow! I thought it was only a two hours show! Cassell's Sa''rday Journal..