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Title: Harper's young people
Year: 1879 (1870s)
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Subjects: Children's periodicals, American
Publisher: New York : Harper & Bros.
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
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s in what appear to be easy shots, and do notattempt a long shot when an easier one presents itself. In the old days of croquet there was a general disposi-tion among players, both old and young, to cheat. Whyit should have been considered almost excusable to cheatat croquet, when it would have been thought disgracefulto take an unfair advantage in other games, it is difficultto say. Perhaps people thought that as it was open cheat-ing there was 110 harm; and if one cheats so that otherscan see it, certainly it is not so much wrong as foolish. It is as though each player should make his own rules.Rules are necessary to every game; in fact, the rules arethe game, and unless you play according to them youplay neither lawn pool nor croquet, nor any other game.When once the few simple rules of lawn pool are mastered,it will be found a fascinating amusement for summer dayswhen it is too warm for games requiring more violentexercise. SEPTEMBER 4, 1883. HARPERS YOUNG PEOPLE. 697 a H O H b ao
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69S HARPERS YOUNG PEOPLE. VOLUME IV. THE PICNIC AT PINE CENTRE. BY MRS. M. E. SANGSTER. HALF a dozen houses had subsided into quiet after anunusual amount of stir and flurry, one lovely sum-mer morning, among the green hills of Vermont. Baskets, pails, bundles, and children were all mingledin confusion at Deacon Batess gate, from which the loadwas to start. Now, Polly Amie, said Mrs. Bates to her red-cheekeddaughter, be sure you look out for Miss Rosalie. Shesnot so strong as the rest of you. Dont neglect her, dear. Ill do my best, said Polly Anne, slipping from thedetaining hand, and climbing to her place. Miss Rosalie! she whispered, in an aside to AramintaGuest, a shade of contempt in her tone. How can Itake care of her ? Shes gold. Araminta returned a glance of sympathy. Little Rosa-lie, already lifted up over the wheel by brother Jed, sawand heard nothing. All aboard! cried Uncle John, with a merry twinklein his eyes. And with a snap of the whip, the horseswere off at a rollickin

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