THE OMAHA SUNDAY HKK: JANUAIIY 31, 1'Jlo.
The Busy Bees
Their Own Page
TOMORROW Is the first day of February, the month of birthdays,
it a It Is popularly known. The red letter days are. of .course
Abraham Lincoln's birthday on the 12th and George Washing
ton's birthday on the 2 2d. Other great men whose birthday
anniversaries fall In the month of February were Dickens. Feb
ruary 7, and Longfellow, February 27.
Busy Bees may learn a great many lessons of courage, character and
success from the lives of these great men. As Longfellow's great poem
reads:
Lives of crest men all remind us, ,
We can make our lives sublime;
And, departing, leave, behind us.
Footprints on the sands of time.
St. Valentine's day, February 14, will also prove a red letter day In
deed for the Busy Bees, who will no doubt reap their annual amount of fun
and pleasure on this day. x
Ethelyn Berger writes to ascertain the) age limit for the Busy Bees.
Letters from Busy Bees will be accepted and printed until their fifteenth
birthday.
This week first prise was awarded to James Allen of the Red Side;
recond prlre to Q. R. Enochson of tho Blue Sid, and honorable mention
to Laverne Colson of the Red Side.
Little Stories
j (First Prise.)
Squirrels Take Nuta.
By James Allen, Ased Years, MT Black
burn Avenue. York. Neb. lied Bide.
I am a little boy named James Allen. 1
am years old. I will tetl you a real
story about ths squirrels that fire here
In York. I was visiting- my sister laat
Tall, and we fathered soma walnuts, and
I brought home, a bushel and piled them
up la the yard to dry so I could hull
them. One evening when I came home
from school I saw that some of my nuts
were gone and I thought that the boys
had been stealing them from me, so I
kept watch, but could not find anyone
taking them. But they kept disappearing
nntll there waa not many left. Bo I
picked them up and brought them In on
the porch. It was all screened In, and In
a little while I found out who It was
.-that wss taking my walnuts, ss the squir
rels came climbing all over the porch and
tried to gnaw holes In the screen so they
could get the rest of the walnuts.
I hope this will not go to the waste
basket, as It la my first experience at
story writing. '
(Second Prlr.e.)
Stranded in Europe.
By Q. R. Knocheon, Afd 12 Years, Rchuy.
v ler, Jeo. mue ruua.
When we heard that the countries of
Kurope were going to war my companions
and I were touring In Kurope. We did
not think there wss going to be war, for
we thought It would be settled peacefully.
We then stayed another month. When
the month was over we went to Berne, to
go by railroad to the coast, but to our
surprise we heard that all the countries
were mobilising their armies and that all
(ho tourists were leaving. We could not
get on at Berne, for the trains were
packed and there were people crowded
all around ths depot. We then decided to
get some horses and travel to the coast
on them. We had to cross the Swiss
border Into France,
By that time the countries ' had their
' armies all along the borders.
While we were crossing the Rwlsa bor
der we ran Into a French, army. Then
v.e were stopped by a French officer tak.
Ing us for spies. They searched us, but
found nothing that showed we were spies.
' They kept us prisoners for four daya
Then they gave us our horses and we
started again. That made: us very late
when we got to the coast When, we
reached there the shins were all crowded,
so we had to wait for another one that
came two days later. When we were go
. Ing to get our ticket we didn't have
enough money. Then we had to wait un
til President Wilson vent a ship full of
money for the stranded toutista,
(Honorable Mention.)
Our Birds' Restaurant
Hy I.averne E. Colsnn, Aged 11 Years, 85
bouth Iisan Wrret. Fremont. ,
Nob. Iled tide.
During a severe snowstorm several
weeks ago I was sitting In the window
and was watching some little birds Ty
ing from limb to limb In our apple tree.
1 happened to think how hard It was
fnr them to get food In the wintertime,
' especially when ths snow covers the
ground. ..
I talked with mother and we planned
seversl wsys we could facd them. There
It en apple tree on the south side, also
a lilae bush, and It seemed to us there
always were a few. Wrds there. One of
the limbs of the apple tree having died
last summer It was sswed off. so we se
cured a square board and nailed It onto
tho limb. When this was done I gathered
some scraps of bread and put It on the
tabic. Then I came to the window and
watched to see It ths birds would find
the crumbs. It didn't take very long
tul 1 counted twenty-five birds rating
and chipperlng, as the song were, "Thank
you! Thank you!"
Trip to Foreign .Land.
Vy Mary F. Vre, 5GJ Hlnney Wreet,
Omaha.
1 am a little brown coat. I just fit
little -yar-old Alice. One day as I
was hanging In the hall I heard Alice
nv, "Oh, mamma, my teadher told jus
nbout a ship that is gtiing over to Ku
rope with presents for the poor little
boys and girls whose papas are In the
wjr. My brown coat Is too small; fo
can t I send II?" "Why certainly." said
inaioms, so that Is how 1 started on my
must wonderful Journey.
Thst night I was folded and put In
some lUnue paper. I could see through
list, so i didn't rare math, but oh! how
dark It was wbrn they put an old piece
of brown wrapping perer around me,
"it.ln t know whether I wanted to go or
H't.
The lint day I wss taken to school and
put In a pile with many other things.
) e Uy Umre for a long time, but finally
c started. I felt mself moving for
quite awhile, then we were piled out and
taken dowa to New York bay, where we
were put ehoard a nliip calW-d the
"Jason " Karly the next morning I felt
iroelf moving and somebody c&lled out.
"Now mere oft." We all stood up and
waved bood-bye to the crowd that had
thred to e us go and to the dear
mtd States. We stood there until the
frrat city had fad'd out of sight. Then
we all est down and we were off for my
L.ngrct trip.
The trip wis a pleasant one and In a
few daya we saw the city of Devonport
con e vlosly Into eU'ht. I noticed, as we
-nt through the city there were many
Anmrii&n (lafi flying and aa we came
irto l'rvonport to i.nKUi-h vessels ceine
u it and went In with ths "J anon."
Winn we arrived at ths building tu
by Little Folk
RULES FOR YOUNG WRITERS
1. Write plainly on one aide
of the paper ohly and number
tho pages,
2. Use pen and fnk, not pen
cil. 3. Short and pointed arti
cles will be given preference.
Do not use over 260 words.
4. Original stories , or let
ters only will be used.
6. Write your name, age
and address at the top of the
first page. - ,
First and second prir.es of
books will be given for the
best two contributions to this
page each week.
Address all communications
to CHILDREN'8 DEPART
MENT, Omaha Bee, Omaha,
Neb. '
ONE OF THE BUSY BEES WHO
LIKES TO WRITE.
which we were to be sorted, every thing
was arranged Into piles. Presently the
men took me and put me Into a pile that
had a card which aald "Belgian" on It.
In a few days- we were taken to a
depot and put on a train. It waa not like
our American tralna After a short
Journey on train and then on boat, we
reached Brlgitim. Then a few clothes,
Mr. Teddy Bear and myselt were taken
to a poor woman whose husband and
oldest aon had been killed in this terrible
war. Khe had five small children. As
Christmas was two days off, we were
put away. The house could hsrdly be
cslled a home. There were but two
rooms, a bedroom and a kitchen. In the
bedroom were ihreo low beds and a
ihair. There was no rug nor carpet on
the floor and In the broken window waa
ati old plooe of rag. ' The kitchen waa
Just about aa bare; only a table, a few
t hairs and a stove. They had been
driven out of. their cosy little cottage at
IJege and had brought what Ultlo fur
niture they had to thla Utile house. I
noticed that while these Boiglans were
so poor, they were very clean. I could
not see a speck of dust anywhere. We
lay under this bed all night and In the
morning I saw the children. I wondered
wlilUt was to be my mistress. They
seemed to lie nearly aa happy as Alios
was. .
That evening their mother told them
stories. They looked for Ht. Nicholas as
they call ganta Claus, Just aa we do In
America. After putting their wooden
shoea hy the stove they went to bed.
After they were asleep their mnther too
us out and put us in the wooden shoea
Tiie children were up very early and
when they aaw us they nearly cried with
dt-llght 1 have never Been snyone so
happy. The Tittle girt that received me
was very dllferent from Alice. She was
dressed very different and waa much
darker. Her hair, instead ot curia hung
straight down her back. Her cheeks
were not very roy and she su very
glad to set me. When the other children
cponed their bundles, much to my 'dcllght
there waa Mr. Khove. Myl but- I was
glad to see him. Mr. Teddy Hear went
to ' one of the boya I lived with this
family many years and soon learned to
love my new mUtress as well as I had
loved Alice.
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On the Farm.
Py Helen Toil. Aged It Years. Z8U I'
Mrot-t. iMjuth Oiiittlia, lllue tiid.
lMt Christmas I wss out on the farm,
snd I had a very good time. I waa out
there for two weeks. ChrlMmaa evening
we went to church In a sleigh, and In
the churi'h there was a big Christmas
tree. And everybody got an orange and
an apple and a bug of candy. Ctortiitmas
day we went to church aaain. and after
church we went to a big house. Here
we had a big dinner. I ate so much
thought I would burst. One dsy the man
told me to go and help my friend feed
the cattle, so I did and I fed the horses
and calves sod cows and piss. New
Yesr's day my. mother rsrae after me,
and then we went to another houie for
dinner and stayed until 4 o'clock. Us our
Ure
MARION BENNETT GRIMES, little girl who has seen
the world, likes New York best. "I love New York. It's
the best of all! " is what this 10-year-old said on her arrival
with her father's regiment, the Thirteenth regular United
States infantry, en route from Alaska to Plattsburg. She
has been to Japan and sthe Philippines, California and
Alaska.
way .home we shot a Jackrabblt and we
had the rabbit for dinner the neat day.
Then after dinner we packed our clothea
together and weVit upstairs to - dresa
While we were upstairs they hitched the
team and took us to the depot. On our
way we had a big farm wagon, which
my little sister called the Ice wagon.
My story Is getting long, so I will close.
Urges Bible Study.
By Fayne Mmlth berger. Aged 11 Tears,
Btanton, Neb. Blue Side.
The one great point In life Is to follow
the commandments of the - Bible. Bear
your troubles and when you are sick
think to yoursolf,' "I am not bearing as
much pain as Jesus did. My pain Is not
great."
Girls, you know when you receive a
doll or buggy, dishes or beds, you never
think that Clod gave them to you. You
think that Just your . mother, father,
brother, slater, cousin or other relations
gsve them to you, and you only thank
them. You are wrong, for God made
the man that made theae things and put
It into the minds ot these people to get
them for you. You ought to thank GoJ,
for your things. I
It Is the same way with the boys, men
and women. Who gave you your home,
father, mother, relations, wives, hus
bands, sorrows, troubles and JoysT Who?
Uod, of course. '
How many of you say your prayers T
That Is something everybody ought to do
whether they are tired or not. If you
have not been doing It, start now. for it
la not too lata. .
Do you go to Sunday school every Bun-
day? Isn't It lovely to sing the pretty
hymns and hear the wonderful stories
about Clod and His Bon? I know you will
feel bashful at first, but you will soon
get over that Start to go next Sunday.
We girls and boya ought not to romp
and play on Sunday, although I know 1
do aoraetlmea All of us should read out
of the Bible every day, and mon on Hun-
day. Everybody should read the Bible
through before they die.
The Way to Happineii.
By Esther llahn. Aged 10 Years, Pavld
t-'tiy. Neb. Ked Side.
There waa once a girl called Luolle.
Her father waa very rich and lived in a
large house. Luclle waa very selfish.
rhe had all the dolls ahe wanted, and
for Christmas ahe would get a good deal
of candy and toya. Now Just across the
road from where Luclle lived waa a poor
family. They lived In an old house with
four rooms in it. There were sis chil
dren In the family. L.ucile did not like
them. They had a girl about Luclle's
age. Luclle did not want to play with
her. but ahea she would say to her
mother, "I don't have anything to do,"
her mother would say. "Go over to Mary's
house and play." "I hate her," Irticlle
would answer.
One day she aaw 'Mary going up town.
"I will wash her face with snow," thought
Luclle. so she ran up to her and pulled
her down. Mary's face waa nearly frosen
when ahe got up. She did not aay a
word, but went on up town.
The Best day l.ucile went out skating.
Maiy was jomlng along when ahe aaw
l.ucile fall, the raa and helped her up
and helped her home. Luclle did not
tll her mother about what Marr had
done for her.
Tlie nest day Mary's mother gave her
a nickel to buy some candy. When Mary
had boufcht it ahe heard Lucille aay. "I
wish I had some randy, but I would
have to go all the way home to get the
money." Mary turned around and called
her. Luclle oaroe and Mary gave her
seme candy. Wiltca Luclle came bonis she
told her mother what Mary had dono for
her and said she made up her mlad that
Mary was a better girl tltaa ahe waa
A Spider.
By Vera Trior. A fed IS Years. Council
Bluffs. R. K. 1-f No. 4. blue Side.
1 am a aplder. One dsy I was spinning
my web la a womaa'a house, and she
f f ''--: k W
saw me and took her broom and knocked
It down. Then I went in another place
and began to spin another. Then a little
girl came running out and said: "Mamma,
dear, come hore and see this big fly."
Her mother came and said: "That la not
a fly. It is a spider." The Nttle girl got
a board and they drove me out of the
house. Then I went down In the shed
and spun my web, and no one bothered
me.' . . V
Magfie'i Silver Dollar.
By Rosalind Rltter. Aged 11 Years, Tal
. mage. Neb., Red Side. -
It was Maggie's birthday. She had re
ceived many presents, and among thorn
was a silver dollar. She asked her
mother If shecould spend it as she
pleased. Her mother said she could.
She started for the bookseller's. She
picked out the book she liked beat and
gave It to the bookseller to wrap up. He
handed it hack to her. She reached down
into her apron pocket to get. the dollar,
then gave a little start. Her dollar was
gone. She handed the book back to tho
bookseller, and looked all the way going
home, but It was of no use. She did not
find the dollar. AU of a sudden a bright
thought seised her. She had put some
money In her mother's purse fof her, and
it might have slipped In there. She ran.
upstairs and looked In her mother's
puree, but the dollar there had a differ
ent data on it than the one she had re
ceived, from her aunt
Several years after this Maggie and her
aunt were walking jtogether, when Mag1-
gle's aunt said, "Come, let us go home,
as I have something there for you."
When they got home, her aunt gave her
a roll of bills. She said, "Take theae.
Do you remember, the silver dollar that
you lost on your birthday several years
ago?" Maggie told her she did. Her
aunt aald, "I found that dollar on the
doormat the day you lout your dollar, and
I picked it up and put It In the bank and
added a dollar every week. I guess It
didn't do much harm, anVway, to go
without that book. I give thla to you to
make up for your disappointment several
years ago."
I hope my story escapes the waste
paper basket.
Grandmother'! Birds.
By Fthelyn Berger. Ased 13 Yesrs, 905
North Nineteenth Street, frouth
Omaha. Ulue Side.
Reading ' the atory ot "The Birds'
ChrUtmaa Tree" made me think of an
old custom that my grandmother used to
have.
Grandmother and grandfather wete al
ways great friends of the birds. Grand
father had built a large house on the
top of the barn where he raised pigeona
This house held forty birds. Near the
barn are a lot of trees seven In a row.
In each one of these he had placed a bird
house.
Grandmother had three little boards
with smaller boards fitted around the In
side Within these smaller boards she
placed deep tin dishes. The birds could
drink from the sides or bathe ir. the
dish without fear of its tipping over.
These board were placed In the back
yards and every day birds -would come
to drink.
Every Christmas It waa always grand
mother's custom to give tho birds a holi
day feast. She tied bits or suet, bones,
bread crumbs sad atrlngs of popcorn oa
the tree. In a.tew seconds there would
be nothing left of the feast.
On Christmas day she went out te call
the birds and gave them cake c rumba
Thla cake was baked on purpose for the
birds and had things she knew they liked.
All -of the birds knew grandmother's
call and grew ry tame. They would
eat out of her hand, but the least move
and away they would go.
Grandmother never missed a 'single
Christmas for the birds, and whea sbs
was toe sick to leave her chair she sat
by the window and watched her fnenda
In the summer they would fly by the
windows and she threw crumbs from
her chair. They were great company for
"Lady". Beautiful Doll Goes
to a Little Orphan Girlie
Theees a mighty Jiappy little girl outi
at Bt. James' orphanage In Benson and
her name I Margaret King. !
It Just proves that a little girl can be
very happy even If she does live at an
orphanage and even If her father has
"gone away somewhere" so that she nover
sees him and even If she does only eee
her mamma once a week, every Hundny
regulsrly aa the day comes around. For
mamma works at the Faxton hotel all
week to support" herself and little Mar
garet and Claire and Josephine since their
father "went away."
Mrs. M. B. King read In The Bee week
after week about little girls winning the
beautiful dolls that are given away for
the greatest number of doll pictures
clipped from The Bee each week. And sh
decided that one of the dolls should go as
a token of her love for her own little
ones out at the orphanage.
Bo she spoke to several friends and
asked them whether they would save pome
of the pictures from" 4helr copies of
The Bee. ,
Would they? Well, rather. Not only
from their own Bees, but they would, have
their children go to the neighbors and get
the pictures from thelrcoples.
At the hotel Mrs. King enlisted the aid
of the malde and other employes and it
certainly was the "open season" for Bee
doll pictures In the" Faxton week before
last Busy men and women ' of large
affairs could be seen patiently clipping
the picture ot the doll from their copies
of the paper. Would they save those
pictures to get a doll for a little orphan
girl? Well, would -a duck swim. That's
what some of them asked.
And on Saturday It was a happy mother
who learned that herdlttle girl had won
La-ly, the doll, with 3 pictures.
And It was a happy mother who went
out to Benson on Sunday with the big
package containing Lady.
And it was a happy yttle girl who
opened the package and beheld with eyes
that could scarcely believe that vision of
doll loveliness. HappyT The word doesn't
half express It, Her mother says she
"was wild with delight." All the little
girls crowded 'round to see and for one
ecstatic moment each little girl held It in
her arms. f -
her and helped pass a good many hours
that Would have been lonesome If not for
her birds.
When grandmother went away she had
us promise to be kind to he birds, so
every Christmas we have a tree and a
feast for grandmother's birds.
A Lesson Learned,
By Reva Rosseter, Aged 11 Years, Valen
tine, Neb.
Anna, Florenoe, Bella and Samuel lived
In a small city In Nebraska. Anna could
tat and Florenoe wanted to learn. She
got herself a shuttle and tried to learn.
but Anna could not teach her. One even
ing Miss Hill man (the primary teacher)
asked the three girls to come up to her
rooms. Anna and Florence took their
shuttles and Bella, of course, took none.
. Whea they, arrived Miss Hlllman said
she would teach Florence how to tat.
ao sho put the thread on her fingers and
showed her the stitch. Anna took her
tatting out of her bag and started to tat.
Pretty soon the clock struck nine. "We
must' go home," said Anna, and laid her
shuttle on the table to go and put her
coat on.
Next day Florence safd. "I wound my
shuttle with gome of your 1lue thread."
Later Anna wanted to tat She went to
her bsg. but her shuttle was not in it
"Now, Miss," she' said to Florence,
Swl
ItY
where Is my shuttle?" "I never had
answered Florence.
"You were the laat one at my bag 'and
so you must have mislaid it You are
always losing something of mine." So
they hsd a quarrel. ,
In about two weeks Miss Hlllman asked
them to come up again, so Anna and
Florence went. Bella was sick and could
not go. When they got up toier room
Anna said. "I couldn't find my shuttle,
so I could not bring it"
"Why. you left It here at ray 'housed
Miss Hlllman said. . -, o
Anna blushed crimson. On their way
home Anna said, "Excuse me, Florence,
tor ssying you took It. I will never again
accuse anyone until I am sure." ;
The Surprise. Party.
By Mary K.-, Grevson, Aged T3 Years,
West Point, Neb., Box 401. Blue Side.
I will tell the Busy Bees about the sur
prise party we had on on our school
teacher, whose name Is Miss Schclbe.
On Wednesday January S, we had
planned It All of the pupils were to be
In on It all those who wanted to. The
president iof tt was a boy. We were to
bring cake, sandwiches, pickles, fruits
and candy. We pupils were so happy
that we hardly ever had our lessons very
good. But tho night soon came, and we
could hardly wait lest our teacher should
go down town and meet ua, but It never
happened that way. When we came to
her houae one boy knocked and she came
to the door, and we all yelled: "Surprise!
Surprisef" Our teacher stood motionless
for about ten seconds, and thenShe said:
"Come m. children."
We went la and took off our wraps
and went In the parlor and played gantea,
such as "tln-tln," "chewing the string,"
telling Joks and riddles. About 10
o'clock we had our supper. It was very
good for hungry boys and glrla At 10:30
we went home with happy hearts.
I hope Mr. Waste Basket is taking his
examinations.
New Busy Bee.
Luell Gibson, Ciarks. Neb. Blue Side.
I read thia page every Sunday and enjoy
It very much. I go to school every day
and like my teacher. I wish to Join the
Blue aide.
In Warring Countries.
By Gertrude Nielsen. Aged 1J Years, Gen
eral Delivery, r'remont Neb. Ked Side.
I am going to tell you about war. I do
not know if it will Interest you.
Now, think If we were In Europe: we
could get but some dry bread? and for
a whole day could not taste a bit or
bread. And do you, riot think that the
momer gets tears In her eyes whea the
children come and ask where tbelr father
la. or for some bread and she has none?
I will tell you one story I read. A
woman whose son waa la war found out
that he was hurt, so she went to see htm.
The first time she came be said, " I will
be all right aooa." Bat the. third day i
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And that night when they were all
safely tucked in bed the good sisters say
the last thought In each little head be
fore the sandman came seemed to be ot
Lady, the beautiful dolly that came to
live with the orphans. .
she came again. "Now," she said, "there
must . be something the matter, for" you
have ssld tho same thing for two days."
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Ruth was won by Beatrice Parker, lSlfTSo. 12tli St.,
with 595 pictures.
Mildred Is Next
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The skates for this
Shipnuin, 1235 So. 33th
More Skates
for our Busy Bee Boys
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Barney Berry. American Club, Nickel Plated. Tempered
WeldeJ btsel Bladsa. Biaes to fit.
This picture of one of the Skates will be In The Bee
every day thla week, . t
Cut them all out and ask your friends to save the pic
tures In their paper ior you, too. Bee how many pictures
you can get and bring them to The Bee office next Satur
day. , '
The Skate wil be given Free to the boy that sends na
the most pictures before 4 1. M. Saturday, February
Well, I wUl tell you. When I was out
1 got one arm shot off."
Now do you not think that we ought to
thank God thst we sre not there?
Sunday School Picnic
By Faye Rosalyn HuHbrt. Aged 19 Tear.
Oakland, Jod.
One Sunday we all decided on having a
picnic. We decided on where to have It
snd what to bring. Tuesday we all met
st the church and started at 10 In the
morning. We went In hayracks and ar
rived there at 11 o'clock. We played and
then we had dinner. After dinner wa
went down to the water and threw In
sticks, snd then we went to what they
called Pike's Penk. We stayed there
a while, and then souseone told us the
men and boys were going to have a play
In German, French and English., We
watched them and then gofn line and
had Ice cream cones. I had five or six.
After a while we went home. We ar
rived at the church- at about half past
six and then went home. ' I enjoyed It
very much.
ly story Is getting long, so will close.
I' hope Mr. Waslebasket Is on a tour.
Girls' Sewing Circle. .
By Fern Peterson. A red 8 Years, Kear
ney, Neb. Red Side.
Ijmt week I started a sewing clrcla
among the girls at the Kenwood school.
There are eight girls in It. One of my
best schoolmates and I started it I had
them at my house last week and Vext
time It will be at one of the other girls'
house. Wis each bring our dolls along
and sew for them. We made badges
with white, red snd yellow paper. We
give a prize each time, snd last time Ger
trude won the prize. I go to the Ken
wood school. My teacher's name Is Miss
Berger. I hope Mr. Waste Basket if
asleep.
The Months.
By Myrtle Peterson. Kearney, Neb. Red
Side.
January is the coldest.
February ia the boldest.
March Is the time whole
In April birds come and go. -
May brings out the flowers, .you know,
J one makes the corn grow.
Tn July the flag go by.
In August the farmers cut the rye.
September turns leaves brown or yellow,
October Jack Frost comes, a merry fellow.
In November our pretty leaves fait.
In December was born a Chrkst child
small.'
The snow will surely
melt when she comes
out- with toer Warning
countenance and beau
tiful spring gowns, all
pink and white. She
has great rolls of waxen
curls, big blue eyes and
oh dear me, when you .
see her dainty little feet
and pink shoe and
stockings, you'll just
want to eat her up. ,
Mildred wll be given free
to the little girl under 12
years of age that brings or -
malls its the largest number
of doll's pictures cut out of
' the Daily and Sunday Bee
before 4 p. m., Saturday,
February- 0.
Mildred's picture will
be in The Bee every
day this waek. Cut
.them out and ask your
friends to save the pic-
tures in the paper for
you, too. See how many
pictures of Mildred you
can get, and be sure to
turn them in to The Bee
office before 4:00 p. m.
Saturday, February 6.
You can see "Mildred"
at The Bee Office
week were' won by Leoland
St., with 431 pictures.