pointed star and preserve perfect symmetry was the question. It was said that it could not be done. Betsy Ross quietly remarked to the gentlemen, that if they were willing to leave it to her, she would see that the work was perfectly finished. While talking, she picked up a piece of white paper, and carelessly folded it over and over in her fingers; with one snip of the scissors she cut it, and unfolding it, showed the beautiful five-pointed star which has ever since adorned our flag.

THE BETSY ROSS HOME. The House in which Our First Flag was Made.

Today, instead of bearing thirteen stars, our American flag shows a star for each State, one being added each time a Territory is taken into the Union as a State. How many stars has our flag today?

At Independence Hall in Philadelphia, today (1907), is a little old lady who tells the constant stream of sight-seers of the past glories of our nation. While talking, her fingers are very busy making tiny, silk flags which are in great demand as souvenirs; for they are made by Betsy Ross's great granddaughter.

All that's great and good is done just by patient trying.

THE CHINAMAN'S BOY.

Poor little Ah Wing was a Chinaman's boy,

And he lived in a Chinaman's town,

And his cute little shoes they turned up at the toes, And he wore just the funniest gown.

Now Ah Wing had two bright little eyes,
And his pigtail was awfully long;

His skin was as brown as a butternut shuck,
And his voice was exceedingly strong.

For little Ah Wing was a great boy to sing,
And he often would sit in the street,
And sing like a lark, from daybreak till dark,
To earn just a little to eat.

For poor Pungy Wah, Ah Wing's little ma,
Was too poor to have anything nice,

So little Ah Wing was determined to sing,
And earn his poor mother some rice.

One day as he sat on his poor little mat
In the midst of the Chinaman's street,
A big Chinaman with a ponderous fan

Stepped right on Ah Wing's little feet.

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