Part 7

My first is in club, but not in mace; My second in lineage, but not in race; My third is in spruce, but not in larch; My fourth is in journey, but not in march; My fifth is in Odin, but not in Lok: My sixth is in herd, but not in flock; My seventh in park, but not in lawn; My eighth is in bishop, but not in pawn; My ninth is in gun, but not in yak; My tenth is in russet, but not in black; My eleventh in sack, but not in cape; My whole was a fire-arm of ludicrous shape.

VINCENT V. M. BEEDE, R.T.F.

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No. 26.--A RIDDLE.

I am sometimes a _quadruped_; still, like a fish, I have _scales_ running all over me. Some say I am foolish and put on airs, but I guess my argument is pretty sound. As an instance, though I own my own home, I live in board. Furthermore, I have the reputation of being square and upright; perhaps too much so, for I am often played upon. My name contradicts itself, and when I am largest I am called a "baby." I am a thing of note, and though extremely bulky, am always peddled. What am I?

SIMON THEODORE STERN.

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No. 27.--A DAY OUT.

The name of the author of the work mentioned completes the sense.

A Beggar's Opera, Night Thoughts, Ivanhoe set out one day for a Fancy and Imagination. He was thoughtful enough, Alma to starting, to Uncle Tom's Cabin away a lunch of Essays of Elia and Novum Organum and some Scottish Chiefs bought from a The Country Girl. Being a Handy Andy of fishing, he carried also a The Christian Hero, The Soldier's Return tied to a The Cloister and the Hearth. He wore a Rab and his Friends The Faerie Queene and a Elegy in a Country Church-yard Song of a Shirt.

As he was a Hiawatha, he made Tale of a Tub progress, till he stumbled over some Queen Mab The Hunchback, and so got an Pleasures of the Imagination. "Land of Labor and of Gold Cotter's Saturday Night!" he exclaimed, in a Tristram Shandy, Sir Thomas Overbury voice. "It is enough to anger a Rape of the Lock or a The Circassian Bride. But what are The Excursion in curing a Age of Reason?" he asked, with a Deutsche Mythologie smile.

He made a fire to The Free his fish, and while they were The Ring and the Book he went to a Christabel to dig for ore, with the intention of showing it to a Vicar of Wakefield to see if Velasquez and his Works The Phrenologist could be made of it. He dug until the sound of a The Adventures of a London Doll and a Hohenlinden recalled him Douglas.

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Answers to Kinks.

No. 19.

1, Union-Jack. 2, Jack-o'-lantern. 3, Jack-oak (American black-oak). 4, Jack Sprat. 5, Apple-jack. 6, Jellow Jack.

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No. 20.

1, Iowa (I-owe-a). 2, Agate (a gate). 3, Cat's eye. 4, Jade.

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No. 21.

1, Garnet (gar-net). 2, Quartz (quarts). 3, Opal (O pal!). 4, Hyacinth. 5, Jasper. 6, Jet.

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No. 22.

Minerva, Eros, Atlas, Hecate, Achilles, Venus, Mars, Chiron, Pan, Janus, Io, Hebe, Ge, Midas, Ganymede, Ceres, Hera, Castor, Vesta, Hymen, Leto, Hermes, Orion.

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Questions and Answers.

Frank T. Jones is wrong in his controversy with his friend. There are many higher spires in Europe than St. Paul's, London, which is 404 feet. The cathedral at Cologne, Germany, is 507 feet. "Ramie" is a Javanese word, adopted in the United States as the name of a kind of grass growing in China, Borneo, and Java. It is of the _Urticaceæ_, or nettle, order of plant, and its fibre can be made into a cloth resembling silk. It is grown to some extent in our Southern States, and its culture is likely to increase.

D. A. Bowman, 4412 Delmar Avenue, St. Louis, Mo., says, "I would like to hear from amateur papers wanting stamp departments, also would like to receive copies of papers devoted to Round Table Chapters." Edward C. Wood asks if any one can tell him on what nights in August and November meteor showers come. A shower was expected on the night after the total eclipse of the sun during the second week in August, but so far as the Table has heard, no shower came. There is no particular date in August, November, or any other month when showers can be predicted with certainty.

Mary M. Hardy, aged fourteen, who may be addressed, College Campus, Easton, Pa., wants to hear from Marion M. Clute, whose morsel about that unreliable Florida lake interested her greatly. She asks Miss Marion to write her, and promises to respond at once. Leo Heileman, Box 823, Phoenix, Ariz., has Aztec relics, and is interested in mound-builders' relics and similar curios. He wants correspondents. A. Haven Smith, Orangeville, Pa., has seeds of Pennsylvania wild flowers, labelled with both common and scientific names, and is interested in Indian, Aztec, mound-builders, and all similar relics. Floyd Pennoyer, Schaghticoke, N. Y., asks Latin students to give him a literal translation of the following:

"Sunt hic etiam sua præmia laudi, Sunt lacrimæ verum."

Mail answers to him direct.

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Why Boers Fight Well.

Having many chances at success proves often a disadvantage. General W. F. Molyneux, a fighter in the Transvaal, tells in _Campaigning in South Africa and Egypt_ about going to the house of a Boer, upon the latter's invitation to become his guest on a deer-hunt. The General arrived on horseback, accompanied by one servant. Dismounting, he carried into the house a bag containing what would measure a peck or so of common cartridges. The Boer looked at the bag in astonishment, and exclaimed:

"You Englishmen must be very rich. Cartridges cost sixpence each here."

Rather mystified, and declaring that there are poor Englishmen, General Molyneux asked, "Where are your cartridges?"

"In this," replied the Boer, tapping his double-barrel.

"Then you don't intend to do much shooting?"

"Well, two spring-buck are as much as I can carry."

"Suppose you miss?"

"Nobody misses when a cartridge costs sixpence."

The sequel was that the Boer got his two deer, one for each cartridge, while the General fired five shots and got one.

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Anachronisms In Art.

Tintoretto's painting representing the children of Israel gathering manna in the desert shows the Hebrews armed with guns; while Brenghall, a Dutch artist, in a picture of the Wise Men of the East, placed in the hand of an Indian prince, as an offering to the Holy Child, _the model of a seventy-four_.

JOHN COBBE.

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A Day at an Arapahoe School.

Perhaps the Round Table would like to hear of a visit I made to an Arapahoe Indian school here. My sister and I started with our host from his home, in El Reno, about nine o'clock. We rode until two that afternoon. There was a river to ford, and some steep hills to climb. In about fifteen minutes after our arrival the exercises began. It was the time of breaking up for the summer. A chorus of Indian children sang a queer little song, of which I could not understand a word. Then followed recitations, addresses by the directors of the school, and songs by the children. All the Indian girls wore purple calico dresses, with white cotton stockings and heavy shoes, and the boys wore dark jackets and trousers, with white shirts, and the same kind of foot-wear. They speak and recite in a very singsong, monotonous manner.

After the exercises were over, the guests were asked to go through the school. The school-rooms were large and airy, and there were some good specimens of sewing, clay-modelling, etc. Some of the Indian children have curious names. Hilda Two Babies, Myra Long Neck, and Charlie Good Bear were some I heard. After a while we went out into the grounds. All around on the grass chairs were set, and these were occupied by "braves." One brave was standing in the centre of a large circle, talking and gesticulating most energetically. On the grass the squaws had ensconced themselves. Not one of them would sit on a chair. They thought it was too civilized.

The children had scattered, and were sitting with their parents, or hanging round the white people, watching. In about an hour men came around and distributed boiled rice, potatoes, and meat. Each family was provided with a tin dish or old coffee-pot, and each held the receptacle out for a share of the repast. The Indian babies, I think, are very cunning little brown things. The braves of the Arapahoe tribe have long tassels of leather, and sometimes fox-tails, fastened to the ends of their moccasins, at the back. They scarcely lift their heels in walking, and so they have a shuffling gait.

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BEAUTIFUL.

"It must be lovely up here in winter," said Pollie to the farmer's wife.

"Why do you think that?" asked the good old lady.

"Oh, because--you have so many cows, I should think you'd have all the ice-cream you want."

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A FATIGUING DAY.

"I'm very tired to-night," said Howard.

"What have you been doing?"

"Oh, I've been helping mow the hay," said Howard. "Why, I sat on Mr. Hayseed's lap and drove the horses that pulled the mower for two hours."

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A LITTLE GIRL'S TRIBUTE.

"Mollie," said Mr. Hicks to his little daughter, as he sat down in the farm-house, "whom do you love best in all the world?"

"Mrs. Farmer," said Mollie. "Because, you know, at home, papa, I love mamma very much and cook very much, and here Mrs. Farmer is sort of both."

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A WINDY-DAY THOUGHT.

"The wind's a fast reader," Said Tommy; "just look How the breeze turns over The leaves of my book!"

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BOBBIE MAKES A SUGGESTION.

"I say, Poppy, why do they call mucilage mucilage?"

"What would you have them call it?"

"Gluecilage."

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A CHANGE OF VIEW.

"Want to go home, Charlie? Why, my dear little boy, I thought you told me yesterday that you thought the farm was the only place to live?"

"W-well, I dud-did," sobbed Charlie. "But to-to-day I--"

"Well, go on, little man. What did you do?"

"To-to-to-day I sus-sat dud-d-d-down on a pup-pitchfork!"

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A GREAT GAME.

"Why, Jacky, open the door and let Katie in. Don't you see it's raining?" cried Jacky's mother.

"I can't, mamma," said Jacky. "We are playing Noah's Ark. I'm Noah, and Katie is the sinners, and she must stay out in the wet."

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A NATURAL REQUEST.

Jimmie had been told that his father went to town every day to make bread for the family. One day he was allowed to go to his father's office for him.

"Now, Poppie," he said, as soon, as they arrived, "bring out the dough."

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JUST LIKE ME.

"You ought to come up and see our new baby," said Mattie. "He's perfectly beautiful."

"What does he look like?" asked Harry.

"Just like me," said Mattie.

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One of our American line steamers landed its passengers in New York the other day after dusk. Among them was a son of Ireland, who, after hearty greetings from his friends, started to walk up one of the thoroughfares to see the great city of New York. His friends lost no opportunity to point out the wonders of the metropolitan city, and in a short time they had the poor fellow simply dazed with admiration and wonder, and willing to believe anything they told him. Suddenly he caught sight of a street arc light on its pole, and pulling up short, he grasped the arms of his friends nearest him, and exclaimed, "Faith, it's wonders and wonders, shure; if my eyes don't decave me yez have the moon stuck on a stick beyant there."

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PERCY AT CAPE COD.

"This bluefish yawning on the beach, And jumping round head first, Is either very sleepy, or He's dying of his thirst."

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THE RECEIPT.

"My Papa makes lots of money," said Wallie.

"What out of?" asked Johnnie.

"Soap," said Wallie.

"Pooh!" said Johnnie. "You can't make money out o' soap. Money's made o' gold and paper and silver."

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THE LUMPS.

Helen had the mumps, of which she seemed very proud, but she didn't quite get the name right.

"I can't come over and play with you," she called out of the window to Jimmieboy, "because I've got the lumps."

And it seemed all right, because she really had lumps on her cheeks.

End of Project Gutenberg's Harper's Round Table, August 25, 1896, by Various