By Pauline Strickland, Seventh Grade
In Holland long ago the method of washing was very different from our method of today. The woman gathered up their clothes and carried them to the river where they washed them by rubbing them over the rocks in the river. They hung them out to dry, and came back and gathered them up in their baskets and carried them home. Long after the Dutch came over to America and formed the Dutch colony, which is now New York, such customs as this still survived.
The girls in this picture have been to the river to get their linen which they have washed probably in the early morning. It is now almost sun down but they are taking their time and enjoying the pleasant walk through the fields and woods which autumn’s brush has painted brown and gold.
The geese thinking they are carrying something to eat in the baskets have been following them. The girls like to tease them by scaring them off for a little, but the geese begin to follow again in a few minutes.
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An Angry Goose
By Helen Knight, Seventh Grade
Many years ago when our continent had not long been discovered the Dutch people made a settlement at the site which is now New York.
In this settlement there lived three young girls which I am going to tell you about. Their names were Wilhelmina, Josephine and Hortense.
Wilhelmina and Josephine were very merry girls as their names might suggest but Hortense was very dignified.
These girls had many pets. There were some geese that lived near the river. The girls often gave the old geese scraps of food. One day when they fed them they noticed that the oldest goose was missing.
The next day as they were walking down the path toward the river to wash their linen, Wilhelmina said:
“Yonder comes that old goose. I wonder where she was yesterday?”
“Oh, I guess he’s hungry by now but I dare you, Wilhelmina, to tease him and see what he will do,” answered Josephine.
“All right,” answered Wilhelmina, eager for some fun.
She ran ahead of them and begin poking at it with her fingers.
Now the old goose really was hungry and you can imagine that he was not in the best of a humor.
So when Wilhelmina began poking at him he got real mad and bit her finger.
Now it really did not hurt her but it was so unexpected that it surprised her.
“The mean old thing,” she cried.
“Well it was your fault,” said prim Hortense. “You should not have tried to tease it.”
Wilhelmina soon got over the hurt of the bite but she never tried to tease the goose again.
From page 2 of the Reidsville Review, Nov. 19, 1923
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