CTurnes 83? UNIVERSITY OF NC AT CHAPEL HILL SVi'SifAg?^, 00022229802 %^. f-y? t ft^^^^i^: fik Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2012 with funding from University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill http://archive.org/details/prizepaintingboowhee THE PRIZE PAINTING BOOK GOOD TIMES, BY MISS DORA WHEELER. This book has been published with the intention of providing the most attractive material for the fascinating work of painting in water colors, and with the certainty of furnishing amusement and instruction combined, to children and beginners in drawing and color-work. In order to arouse competition, and to make the work of color- ing doubly interesting, the publishers, White & Stokes, offer Three Prizes for the three books which shall be returned to them colored in the best manner. First Prize, - - - - $75 oo. Second Prize, - - - - 50 00, Third Prize, - - - 25 00. They are pleased to announce that the awards will be made by the following JUDGES: Miss Rosina Eiiivict, (First Prang Prize, 18S0), Miss Caroline Towiiseiid, (Decorative Art Prize, 18S1), Miss Dora Whcclcr, (Second Prang Prize, 1881). The book has been prepared in every respect with the idea of making it the model "painting-book." PUBLISHERS' NOTE. The paper has been expressly manufactured for water-color Avork. The outline designs have been drawn with a view to their being filled in with color. In a number of cases these outline pages are faced by their facsimiles, as colored by Miss Wheeler, and these color pages serve both to guide the worker and to render the book bright and attractive. An interesting feature is the leaving one page entirely blank, that an original design, suited to the text on the opposite page, may be put upon it in such shape and color as the ingenuity and taste of the competitor may suggest. The prizes will be awarded Sept. ist, 1883, thus giving ample time for thorough work, and any child, not over sixteen years of age, can compete for them. Every competing book must be sent to the publishers between May 1st and July ist, 1883, and must be accompanied by a cer- tificate from some responsible person that the competitor is not over sixteen years old, and has had no assistance in the work. No book upon which insufficient postage has been put will be received, and none will be returned unless accompanied by an amount sufficient to cover the cost of so doing. The three prize books will become the property of the publishers. THE PRIZE PAINTING BOOK, aside from its value as a prize-book and as a painting-book, has been made so attractive that it will compare favorably with any English or American art-book for children ; and it has been put at a price which places it within the reach of all who may wish it, whether for the beauty of its designs, the instruction to be gained from it, or the intention of competing for the prizes offered in connection with it. WHITE & STOKES, Publishers, 1152 Broadway, NEW YORK. IPRI3©°lP3^.1lTNTriM(0>°B^Jet4,l]oKl?^ Down in the sand-land, close by the sea, We made a garden, Kitty and me, And we planted Willie and Kitty's pup, To grow in the sand-land, all tall up. We thought it would be the splendidest fun, When our sand-land garden was all done. Bridget picked up shells by the sea. While we made the garden, Kitty and me, And Willie's so very little you know. He thought he'd like to be planted and grow, And all the while 'twas the splendidest fun, Until the garden was made and done. We piled up the white sand, Kitty and me, Till Willie and Rover could only just see, And we told them both that they would grow As big as we, if they'd stay just so — • And we hurried so to get it done, For we kneAv that Bridget would spoil our fun. But when we'd made it all smooth over, Willie cried, and cried, and Kitty's Rover Just howled, and howled, and wiggled so. That he hadn't a bit of time to sfrow, And Bridget came on the fastest run — - And we hadn't a single bit of fun. lO Where's the cat whose twisted cradle All the children, young and old, Have been makino- — still are making- — o o Will be making? — turn, and fold. Twist, and slip, and turn, and double, 'Till the very world is old. II 12 If your effort be the arrow, And your will the bow, There is nothing to be learned Which you ma)' not know. If the effort be but loyal, And the will be true. There is nothing- to be done Which you may not do. Draw the bow then, king- of boyhood. Do, and will, and learn. .All that makes a happy manhood You shall surelv earn. 14 Jim on a down-turned box was seated, Head tj^^wn back with a lordly air. Tim — quick swaying his blacking brushes — Polished Tim's toes, with a face of care, ^i " Yer'll g^l^^t'fep^ cents " — said the seated nabob — "If yer gib dem toes a fust-class shine; And dat's der price, if yer went to de White Housej Fer ter shine de President's, 'stead of mine." "In a regla way, top price is highest; But birds fly ober de tops ob trees, And yer can't jest tell by what is regla How much yer gits in now-an-den fees.'' " Suppose Jay Gould should git sot upon yer, And gib yer a suit of his week-day does, Fergitten a million or two in de pockets Yer'd want a dolla' fer blackin' my toes ! " 15 i6 A thin line of steel and a perch — And a boy well up in the air. There he goes ! with a sway and a lurch, Swift as the flight of a swallow. He must be fleet who would follow — Fleeter than foot-steps of care. i8 Swinging- in a hammock which the fishers made, All the merry mermaids, not a bit afraid ; Where the waves roll over With their glossy cover, Rolling over softly with a swishing sound, As the wind rolls the wheat on the harvest ground. All the merry mermaids, not a bit afraid, Swinging in a hammock which the fishers made ; Laugh, and frolic under All the deep-sea's thunder. Driving silly fish from the net's wide round, As the wind drives the leaves on the autumn ground. • ^ 19 20 sue H-^A^BAD NT^'^ LITTL E A LOO BCBNG°MOR£=TB#s'N°HAL\ " L€TTC 'STAN mn SNOW» h " WOiNIfixElillNr^ — T--"%fe o -II — ■■ SUI£H"A°BAfiNTy^LaTTLEo\ jmMB LOODCBNG°MOR£TH/AN»H/Al\ .■ /F RCALLyoT04^A8L rrHAT"?K£Cl0U' SM(OW» h - /■ =PaST>'ilNf->TM£4Tl Tne-L iTTLe-sw€€i -w Hf w - '-;t /■it '\j ^ r^i '- .^/ I rice /V>if 'M 'h'c 24 Do you know the electric people, who live in the air overhead — And go to school on the telegraph wires — and have clouds for a feather bed ? The elders are solemn people, but the young ones are always gay ; And whenever they smile in cloud-land, we call it the lightning's play. And some are awfully jolly, and never will sleep at night ; But keep on smiling, and smiling, in an awful electric light. So the elders got together, and among themselves they said ; — " What shall we do with these youngsters, who never will go to bed ? " " Now we are a solemn people ; we don't like this awful glow — This perpetual glare of smiling. Let us send them down below ! Let them stand in the streets of that city where they rest not, day or night "— And they sent them to sit on the lamp-posts, and m.ake the " Electric Light." 26 'Tis a language all unspoken, If we ever knew it ; But the boys upon the sidewalk Glibly patter through it. They know all the hidden meanings Lying in the words : " Knuckle down — -fann inchins- Ground grabs — no clcarins." Just as much another language As the speech of birds. 28 Men heist med min bok i det grona jag sitter Och lyssnar fortjust till faglarnas quitter. This is one way of saying ; — " A good book is better When out-doors and sunshine illumine each letter." 29 ^/^ 30 Hey, Billy Goat! Ho, Billy Goat! Push them hig-her than Kizh. Hey, Billy Goat! Ho, Billy Goat! Send them up to the sky. It's as true as you live That a Billy can o'ive A deal better buck than I. 32 Purple gold on folded wing — Throat with metal burnishing — Glancing eye with topaz ring — Feet with pink enamelling— All this bravery you wear, Without thought, or without care. Of earthly dust, or sun-filled air. y^ -y^^yJjiOp ^<- 34 i88i— F. B. T.— Now go, and crawl a hundred years ! Who finds you then will see The letters marked upon your shell, And wonder about me. He'll wonder what my name was — Or perhaps he will agree That there was once a turtle race All marked with F. B. T. And to the cnildren standing round He may talk learnedly — About the veinings of this shell. The species — F. B. T. 35 ^^ K/ih 36 Little baby Alice — Just suppose That at night or morning, Without word of warning, All your tiny, weeay, pinksy toes — Just suppose That the wee, pink toeses Should go bud, and blossom into roses ! • Little baby Alice- Then suppose That we took no warning, And at night or morning We forgot to water the rose-toes; And suppose That the wee pink roses, Just wriggled back to toeses ! o" 1M>^A M'-Al) 1"S HOPoSA OLD HGjoU PoKbr Vjc ,WAy-TOoC=H=D = N.A^ go lM>^AM'Al)l°SHOPoSKOLm6|«UI>"HB6|V(lo PULLOIMG, A FLOW£Pv"TC^" lPi(£C£S /jTHC Tom© 41 h H B "T H £ " S W'^'^^S ITS" Fl A>y « PULLflNG, J^ A 42 t When we are up, And you are down, You are foot, And we are crown. '• So up, so down. * • When we are down, And you are up, You shall drink, From silver cup — So down, so up. '^ ^^^ 44 When we are up, And ^•ou are down, You shall wear A denim eown. So up, so down. When we are dowrt, And you are up. From golden platter You shall sup — So down, so up. \J <^ V r, II mi l > . ; ■ \\ li: m !;:; -f' h : Sprites upon the pavement Wheeling round and round. Circling, rushing, speeding, flying- Hardly keep the ground. Like a dream of locomotion Which their youth has found. 48 Child's Dream, A dream with a fairy in it And a hly with leaves uncurled And a fairy child Avhich floated out Fairer than all the world. Cat's Dream, And a dream with a linnet in it, Which slept and dreamed of a song — And the dream which dreamed of the linnet Was cruel and strong. 50 All the quest of day is done. All the spoil of woods is won. Children crouch within the light, Where the black-birch fire burns bright, And the spicy savor And the steaming flavor Break the chestnut's satin skin, Show the ivory heart within. 52 " Jack in the pulpit !" Who ever heard before, Of a little Jack set up Inside a pulpit door? Such a funny little preacher ! Doesn't know a single letter, So how can he tell the people What'll make them better? No, he doesn't know a letter — But he knows, and I don't know, How the milk-weed silk creeps out, And how the daddy-long-legs grow. And when they get through growing Who measures them, to see If they really are as long As lonor-leo-s ouo-ht to be? 53 54 And when the oak-leaves drop Who teaches them to sail ? And who threads the wriggle In the polly-woggle's tail? I wonder what it looks like ! I wish I could just see , If it's the kind of wrig-o-le That there is in me. Oh, Jack, you funny preacher ! It. must be nice to know How the milk-weed silk gets out, And how the daddy-long-legs grow. 56 This is a darling little Swede, And _liere's a Swedish rhyme : Vi'ssi dr det roligt da och da Att diska en kopp eller tva. It means ; - — she likes to wash cups once. But not for all the time. 58 dV|(§)iirV(j [ If (E ^ ^ ,11 111 ^^ HI ^ ^'^) ■>w^^^S;^^ (^@ y;lj 5 jj^i 61| @¥ jj^^ llr ¥ ^ ^ t^ . •— ^•^'•s**-''- 6l 62 "BLACK-EYED SUSAN." Standing up boldly amid the grass, Brushing the horns of the cows as they pass, Black-eyed Susan sleeps and wakes. Boldly she looks at the broad bright sky — At the broad-winged crows who go sailing by Nothing she fears, but the harvest rakes. Above her forehead a knob of brown Rayed with leaves, like a golden crown Which brightens over a grassy space. Thick, rough leaves climb up like a ladder, Where lady-bugs creep, and crickets clamber, Up to her smiling face. The opposite page is left blank, that an original design suited to the above may be put upon it. m iv^ mm^ ^ \< ^^r^~ ■■\\i r"' *v>. :\ \ e m3e ^ra i rtUjTJY^ ^y^O^AWi^^f:L£lL lSTfRizE,|75.00. ^^'^ B^Pff[iZC,$50.oo, jy\is5 ^osina 6irim^t;j^iss^rolirie'5ownsend, MissJ^ora Wl)ee(er. w.h . cxo^weuu, L1TH•^>Y