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THE UNSPEAKABLE TURK.
England indignantly protests against the atrocities committed by the Turk in Bulgaria.
"PUNCH" OFFICE, 10 BOUVERIE STREET, LONDON, E.C.
The Turk, once again, makes illusory promises of Reform.
During the Russo-Turkish War a strict neutrality is preserved by Germany. She is now the "friend" of the Turk.
The Turk makes a great show of denouncing the revolt of Arabi in Egypt. He is not taken very seriously.
The Powers, despite the protests of Greece, leave it to the Turk to restore order in the Island of Crete.
The barbarous treatment of Armenia by the Turk compels the intervention of England, France and Russia.
While England is absorbed elsewhere the Turk takes the opportunity to commit further outrages in Armenia.
A very "sick man" is the Turk. He goes from bad to worse.
The Powers consider the advisability of placing the Turk "under control."
The Turk is given another chance to mend his ways.
The incorrigible Turk is deprived of his power to misrule in Crete. He is consoled by Germany.
France sends a fleet to Mitylene and compels the Turk to respect the rights of certain French subjects.
Trouble again confronts the Turk. Macedonia, weary of his oppression, rises in revolt. Russia keeps an eye upon him.
The Powers decide on a Naval Demonstration to compel the Turk to settle the Macedonian difficulty.
The Turk tries to grab a bit of Egypt, but his bluster is unsuccessful. Under pressure he retires, as usual.
The condition of the Turk is very critical. Internal disorders indicate a serious danger of collapse.
The Turk makes another specious effort to amend his constitution.
The liberation of Macedonia from the tyranny of the Turk is, at last, accomplished.
The Turk still has a gleam of hope.
The ever impecunious Turk.
The Turk is driven to confine his energies to Asia Minor.
The decisive defeat of the Turk by the Greeks and their Allies is a bitter blow to Germany.
The Turk makes a desperate effort to get Greece into a quiet corner.
There is, indeed, no health in the Turk.
"We've been playing we were pigs ma and it's real fun and wasn't Jimmy good to show us how?"
I think they had to boil the boys in hot water before they could get the mud off, and their clothes have all got to be sent to the poor people out West whose things were all lost in the great floods. If you'll believe it, I never got the least bit of thanks for showing the boys how to amuse themselves, but Aunt Sarah said that I'd get something when father came home, and she wasn't mistaken. I'd rather not mention what it was that I got, but I got it mostly on the legs, and I think bamboo canes ought not to be sold to fathers any more than poison.
I was going to tell why I should like to be an animal; but as it is getting late, I must close.
A LITTLE GENTLEMAN.
BY M. E. SANGSTER.
His cap is old, but his hair is gold, And his face is clear as the sky; And whoever he meets, on lanes or streets, He looks him straight in the eye, With a fearless pride that has naught to hide, Though he bows like a little knight, Quite debonair, to a lady fair, With a smile that is swift as light.
Does his mother call? Not kite, or ball, Or the prettiest game, can stay His eager feet as he hastes to greet Whatever she means to say. And the teachers depend on the little friend At school in his place at nine, With his lessons learned and his good marks earned, All ready to toe the line.
I wonder if you have seen him too, This boy, who is not too big For a morning kiss from mother and Sis, Who isn't a bit of a prig, But gentle and strong, and the whole day long As merry as boy can be. A gentleman, dears, in the coming years, And at present the boy for me.
HOW JAMIE SAILED IN THE "SCUD."
BY MATTHEW WHITE, JUN.
But as time went on and no purchaser appeared, the yacht seemed to feel the neglect with which it was being treated, and by way of attracting more attention to itself, suddenly began to leak.
"Well, pump her out every day if necessary, my son," said Mr. Trenwick, when informed of the fact, for he was very busy at his office in the city just then, and was never at home during the day except on Sundays.
In the course of a week or so the pump, too, gave out, so that the water had to be patiently taken out by means of pail, bailer, and sponge, which Jamie found to be not nearly as interesting an occupation as pumping, which was certainly more "ship-shape."
At the same moment there was a sound of wheels on the gravelled driveway leading to the house, and a handsome village cart was seen to stop at the front door.
"Oh, it's Mamie Henley!" cried Marian, clapping her hands. "Hurry out, Jamie; here's your pail and things;" and quickly catching up her oars again, the little girl shoved off, and was nearly back at the dock before her brother could shout after her:
"But how am I going to get ashore? Come on out here again and take me in; then I can leave you and keep the boat;" and Jamie beckoned violently with the pail, as if to add emphasis to his words.
"Oh, I can't stop now," Marian screamed in reply, as she nimbly slipped the painter over a post, and scrambled out on the dock. "There's Mamie beckoning to me now. I'll run up and see her first, and when I come back you'll be all through;" and throwing out the last sentence as she ran, Jamie's twin flew on her way to the house. Jamie himself took up his bailer and went to work, hoping that Mamie Henley's call would be a very formal and consequently short one.
As it happened, it was not a call at all, for she had simply come to take Marian out riding with her old pony in his new cart.
"Oh, I'll see to your brother," returned Mamie, "and I know your mother will let you go, for we met her on the road, and I asked her if you might. Now hurry and put on your other hat," and as Marian vanished on the instant, her friend walked to the bank and called to Jamie to know how long it would take him to finish his work.
"About ten minutes," he shouted back.
"Well, I'm going to take Marian for a quarter of an hour's drive," screamed Mamie; "so you needn't hurry. I can't wait until she rows the boat out to you. Good-by;" and before Jamie could make her understand that it would be possible for them to let the boat drift out to him on the ebb-tide, Marian appeared in her best hat, both girls hurried into the cart, and with a cry of farewell went rattling off down the avenue.
Of course it was but a wave's-breadth from thinking about water-sprites to dreaming about them, and as the weather was extremely sultry, and the slight motion of the boat very soothing, Jamie was soon seeing strange sights.
First there were only the tiny water-sprites that seemed to flit before him; then these gradually grew into dwarfs with large heads, which they took off and tossed back and forth like foot-balls, until finally they themselves changed into giants, while the heads were transformed into immense cannon-balls, which crashed into one another, as they whizzed through the air, with a terrible report.
Boom! bang! b-o-o-m! The noise was so loud that it woke Jamie with a start, and even then he heard it, for in truth it was not all a dream, but a fierce thunder-storm which had suddenly swooped down upon the calm afternoon, and churned the peaceful river into a raging sea.
Jamie quickly turned over, and backed out of his retreat, to be at once soaked through by the driving rain.
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