The Phonogram (1900-08)

Record Details:

Something wrong or inaccurate about this page? Let us Know!

Thanks for helping us continually improve the quality of the Lantern search engine for all of our users! We have millions of scanned pages, so user reports are incredibly helpful for us to identify places where we can improve and update the metadata.

Please describe the issue below, and click "Submit" to send your comments to our team! If you'd prefer, you can also send us an email to with your comments.

We use Optical Character Recognition (OCR) during our scanning and processing workflow to make the content of each page searchable. You can view the automatically generated text below as well as copy and paste individual pieces of text to quote in your own work.

Text recognition is never 100% accurate. Many parts of the scanned page may not be reflected in the OCR text output, including: images, page layout, certain fonts or handwriting.

* ^ 1 9 00 *°9 DOLLS. Take the Doll out of child-life and you h^ve a garden without flowers. My little girl has seven dolls; consequently I have flowersatall times. "I ^ g “ Sometimes they are the good old fashioned kinds ; lark- 9 .par, four-oldotks, atfen. At o^Jber. tin^s they are rare blooms; an orchid, a century plant or a sport carnation <;ould not be more- delicious. My ljttje j prl waa playing with Helen, . neighbor’• child, who« brother had juat died , of cerebrospinal meningitis. Their.doll. were.tick. “WJth what?” parked, “Oh «*L Parian*. don had V,#pt^”,«»i t ,*f*rlet %er, which, _rict,wa« announced on thenuneiy.door by apart wonderfully printed and inserted ingeoipudy into the track by the hinge, «o that it stood out straight into the hall. When I next came upatria, the doorknob wa. draped with white .trip, of scrim and the ypaqgrtjert. were having a funeral service. Barbara*, dpi! waa repjmng envelope box, while Helen's was crowded rather uncom- fortably into a cigar box. “ Now I lay me down to sleep** wa. mournfullyrepeated- beside htch, victim, A. they knelt there I believe they wete almost ready to mb, so real was their jpjayr. Then thjey bppedthrjn j one in the.down-town cemetery (the back pprlor, behind papa*, dadc) and the other in the up-town cemetery, up in the attic in an old trunk. An hour lafcr they werehaving a » par*y—including doU» dressed in theirbcate I said I was inrpriaed, " I