Golden Days for Boys and Girls, Volume XIII, No. 51: November 12, 1892Various
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Golden Days for Boys and Girls, Volume XIII, No. 51: November 12, 1892
Various
Children's literature -- Periodicals
No. 4. A
B A
A B J U R E S
A U G U R Y
R U M O R
E R O T I C
S Y R I N G E
C G
E
No. 5. Beta, bet, be, bate, bat, at.
No. 6. S
I S
N E T
G E N E R A T E
S E M I N A L
R E C O R D
D E N T S
No. 7. F-all
No. 8. P A D
P I L E D
P I C A M A R
A L A L I T E
D E M I S E D
D A T E R
R E D
No. 9. O we go
No. 10. S
P A
S P E C T R E
A C T I O N
T I N T S
R O T A T E
E N S T A M P
E M
P
No. 11. Edmund Dantes
No. 12. R
C A R
C A M E L
R A M B L E R
R E L A T E D
L E T T E R S
R E E N A C T
D R A G O O N
S C O R N E D
T O N E D
N E D
D
NEW PUZZLES
NO. 1. CHARADE
Whate'er my _one_ has brought to light
It never was a _whole_,
To think of it brings down my pride
And cuts me to the soul.
My principles will not allow
That I am "obs." should _two_
_Three_ any word that Webster calls
Not just exactly new.
For those of course who patronize
Antediluvian lore
'Tis easy quite to build _completes_
And such like by the score.
_New York city_ LUCREZIUS BORGERS
NO. 2. SQUARE
1. Pain in the ear. 2. Town of France. 3. A body reflecting light
brightly. 4. A purchaser. 5. A sharp, shrill, harsh sound. 6. P.O.
Ontario N.Y. 7. Placed in regular form before a court.
_Brooklyn N.Y._ MOONSHINE
NO. 3. DOUBLE WORD ENIGMA
In "pine-clad hill,"
In "harvest home,"
In "cider mill,"
In "star-lit dome."
Indulged and spoiled in tender years
He grew a wicked youth
He early learned to curse and steal
And never spoke the truth.
He did not love his books. He said,
"Catch me sitting on a stool
The livelong day! I'd rather be
A dunce than go to school."
Instead of going to school, he'd hide
His books and run away,
With other bad boys like himself,
Into the fields to play.
Or take his gun into the woods
The harmless birds to shoot,
Or climb the farmer's orchard trees,
And steal and eat their fruit.
On Sundays, when he should have gone
To Sunday school or church,
He'd take his fishing rod and go
To fish for trout and perch.
One day while fishing all alone
Down by the river side,
He tripped, and with a headlong plunge
Fell in the river wide.
In vain he cried aloud for help,
No one was near to save,
The waters closed above his head--
He found a watery grave.
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