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THE "0 If AHA SUNDAY BEE: ' MARCH 3, 19ia
The Prisoners of the
Queen
By L. FRANK BAUM.
APPROACHING the gateways o
the Emerald City, the travelers
found it guarded by two girls
of the Army of Revolt, who opposed
their entrance by drawing the knit
ting needles from their hair and
threatening to prod the first that came
near.
But the Tin Woodman was not
afraid. s
"At the worst they can but scratch
mv beautiful nickel plate," he said.
"But there will be no 'worst,' for li
think I can manage to frighten these
absurd soldiers very easily. Follow
me closely, all of youl" '
Then, swinging his ax in a great
circle to right and left before him,
toe advanced upon the gate and the
others followed him without hesita
tion. The eirls. who had expected no re
sistance whatever, were terrified by
the sweep of the glittering ax and
fled into the city, so that our trav
elers passeH the gates in safety and
marched down the green marble pave
ment of the wide street toward the
royal palace.
"At this rate we will soon have
your Majesty upon the throne again,"
said the Tin Woodman, laughing at
his easy conquest of the guards.
"Thank you, friend Nick," returned
the Scarecrow; gratefully. , "Nothing
can resist your kind heart and your
sharp ax." ,
As they passea the rows of houses
they saw through the open doors that
men were sweeping and dusting and
washing dishes, while the women sat
around in groups, gossipping and
laughing.
"What has happened?" the Scare
crow asked a sad-looking man .with a
bushy beard, who wore an apron and
was wheeling a baby carriage along
the sidewalk.
"Why, we've had a revolution, your
Majesty as you ought to know very
well," replied the man, "and' since you
went away the women have been run
ning things to suit themselves. I'm
glad you have decided to come back
and restore order, for doing house
work and minding the children is
wearing out the strength of every
man in the Emerald City"
"Hm!" said the Scarecrow, thought
fully. "If it is such hard work as
you -say, how did the women ' man
age It so easily?" -'"
"I really do not know" replied the
man, with a deep sigh. "Perhaps the
women are made of castiron."
No movement was made as they
passed along the street to oppose
their progress. Several of the women
stopped their gossip long enough to
east curious looks upon our friends,
but , immediately they would turn
away -with a laugh or a sneer and
resume their chatter. And when they
met with several girls belonging to
the Army of Revolt those soldiers, in
stead of being alarmed or appearing
surprised, merely stepped out of the
way and allowed them to advance
without protest
This action rendered the Scarecrow
uneasy. '
"I'm afraid we are walking into a
trap," said he. '
, "Nonsense " returned Nick Chop
per,, confidently, "the silly creatures
are conquered, already 1"
: But the Scarecrow shook his head
in a way that expressed doubt and
Tip said:
"It's too easy altogether. Look out
for trouble ahead."
"I will," "returned his Majesty.
: Unopposed they reached the royal
nalace and marched uo the marble
Steps, which had once been thickly
encrusted with emeralds, but were
now filled with tiny holes where the
jewels had been ruthlessly torn from
their settings by the Army of Revolt
And so far not a rebel barred their
'way. "'
Through the arched hallways and
into the magnificent throne room
marched the Tin Woodman and his
followers and here, when the green
silken curtains fell behind them, they
saw a curious sight.
Seated within the glittering throne
was General Jinjur, with the Scare
crow's second-best crown upon her
head and the royal scepter in her right
hand. A box of caramels, from which
she was eating, rested in her lap and
the girl seemed entirely at ease in her
roval surroundings.
The Scarecrow stepped forward and
confronted her, while the Tin Wood
man leaned upon his ax and the
others formed a half circle back of
his Majesty's person.
. "How dare you sit in my throne?"
demanded the Scarecrow, sternly
eyeing the intruder.' "Don't you know
you are guilty of treason and that
there is a law against treason?"
"The throne belongs to whoever is
able to take it," answered Jinjur, as
she slowly ate another caramel. "I
Jiave taken it, as yu see: so just now
,1 am the Queen, and all who oppose
me are guilty of treason and must be
punished by the law you have just
mentioned." - 1
This view of the case, puzzled the
Scarecrow.
"How is it, friend Nick?" he asked,
turning to the Tin Woodman.
"Why, when it comes to law I have
nothing to say," answered that personage,-
"for laws were 'never meant
to be understood, and it is foolish to
irnake the attempt."
"Then what shall we do?" asked the
Scarecrow, in dismay.
, "Why don't you marry the Queen?
.And thfti you can both rule," sug
gested the Woggle-Bug.
, Jinjur glared at the insect fiercely.
"Why don't you send her back to
her mother, where she belongs?"
'asked Jack Pumpkinhead.
Jiniur frowned.
"Why don'J you shut her up in a
closet until she behaves herself and
promises to" be good?" inquired Tip.
Jinjur's lip curled scornfully.
"Or give her a good shaking 1"
added the Saw-Horse.
"No," said the Tin Woodman, "we
must treat the poor girl with gentle
ness. Let us give her all the jewels
she can carry and send her away
happy and contented."
At this Queen Jinjur laughed aloud
and the next minute clapped her
pretty hands together thrice, as if for
a signal.
"You are very absurd creatures,
said she, "but I am tired of your
nonsense and have no time to bother
with you longer."
While the monarch and his friends
listened in amazement to this impu
dent speech, a startling thing hap
pened. The Tin Woodman's axe was
snatched from his grasp by some per
son behind him, and he found himself
disarmed and helpless. At the same
instant a shout of laughter rang in
the ears of the devoted t band, and
turning to see whence this came they
found themselves surrounded by the
army of revolt, the girls bearing in
either hand their glistening knitting
needles. The entire throne room
seemed to be filled with the rebels,
and the Scarecrow and his comrades
realized that they were prisoners.
"You see how foolish it is to oppose
a woman's wit," said Jinjur, gaily;
"and this event only proves that I am
more fit to rule the Emerald City
than a Scarecrow. I bear you no ill
will, I assure you; but lest you should
?rove troublesome to me in the future
shall order you all to be destroyed.
That is, all except the boy, who be
longs to old Mombi and must be re
stored to her keeping. The rest of
you are not human, and therefore it
will not be wicked to demolish you.
The Saw-Horse and the Pumpkin
head's body I will have chopped up
for kindling wood; and the pumpkin
shall be made into tarts. The Scare
crow will do nicely to start a bonfire,
and the tin man can be cut into small
pieces and fed to the goats. As for
this immense Woggle-Bug"
"Highly magnified, if you please 1"
interrupted the insect.
"I think I will ask the cook to make
green turtle soup of you," continued
the queen, reflectively.
The Woggle-Bug shuddered.
"Or, if that won't do, we might use
you for a Hungarian goulash, stewed
and highly spiced," she added,, cruelly.
This programe of extermination
was so terrible that the prisoners
looked upon one Another in a panic
of fear. The Scarecrow alone did not
give way to despam He stood
quietly before the queen and his brow
was wrinkled in deep thought as he
strove to find some means to escape.
While thus engaged he" felt the
straw within his breast move gently.
At once his expression changed from
sadness to joy, and raising nis hand
he quickly unbuttoned the front of his
j ickct
This action did not pass unnoticed
by the crowd of girls clustering about
him, but none of them suspected what
he was doing until a tiny gray mouse
leaped from his bosom to the floor
and scampered away between the feet
of the Army of Revolt. Another
mouse quickly followed; then another
and another, in rapid succession. And
suddenly such a scream of terror went
up from the army that it might easily
have filled the stoutest heart with
consternation. The flight that ensued
turned to a stampede, and the stam
pede to a panic. ,
For while the startled mice rushed
wildly about the room the Scarecrow
had only time to note a whirl "of
skirts and a twinkling of feet as the
girls disappeared from the palace
pushing and crowding one another in
their mad efforts to escape.
The Queen, at the first alarm,
stood up on the cushions of the throne
and began to dance frantically upon
her tiptoes. Then a mouse ran up
the cushions, and with a terrified leap
poor Jinjur shot clear over the head
of the Scarecrow and escaped
through an archway never pausing
in her wild career until she had
reached the city gates.
So, in less time than I can explain,
the throne room was deserted by all
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To Society Bees
DEAR BUSY BEES: These days
are not only meatless and wheat
less, but almost partyless, for so
many boys and girls are keeping
Lent
One of the girls at Sacred Heart
convent says that Hooverizing is just
keeping Lent as long as the war lasts.
Henry Barrett Chamberlain, who is
10, and his 7-year-old brother, Jack,
were talking about the things that
they could give up to help win the
war. They live in Chicago and their
father writes for a newspaper.
"Gee," said Jack, "God must be
glad, that everybody in the United
States is keeping Lent"
"Yep," answered Henry, "I'd just
like to interview Him, for the paper."
Most everybody is giving up food,
to help feed the soldiers, and I'm
sure our Busy Bees are doing their
share. Lovingly, MARGARET.
Prettiest Mile Club Matinees.
The Saturday afternoon dancing
parties are very popular with the
children of the Prettiest Mile club
and every Saturday afternoon from
60 to 100 dance at the club house un
der the direction of Mrs. C. J. Par
rott. They are planning a masquer
ade party on the evening of March
9. Among .the children dancing last
Saturday were Francis Harrison, Le
ola Hiddleston, Katherine Marshall,
Ruth Rainbolt, Richard Bender, Ma
rie Beshilof. Logan Stubbs, Dorothy
Cronk,- Walter Cronk, Margaret
Thomas, Josephine Vaught, Marjorie
Vaught, Jean Faulkner, Jean Wonder,
Joe Wonder, Dan Wonder, Ann Mar
shall, Enola Ackerman, Jane Ellis,
Margaret Ricks, . Ruth McCleghan,
Samuel McCleghan, De Lysle Young
man, Gretchen Meyers," Waunita
Wonder, Dorothy Smith, Clyfton
Smith, Janet Cass, Rosalind Platner,
Rosalie Platner, Lois Platner, Marion
Cox, Francis Adwers, Jack Adwers,
Beatrice Burke, Barbara Burke, De
witt Green, Irene Sturdevant, Nellie
Dimmick, Darwin Chiles, Jack Clark,
Ward Crane, Mary Crawford, Edith
Haynes, Waunita Johnson, Francis
ones, William Kent, Eleanor Knapp,
lelen Knapp, Ruben Krogh, Louise
Morrison, Bernice Mathews, Charles
Mathews, Wilma Mcfarland, Alberta
Noyes, Harley Wilbur, Merle Ochil
tree, Marjorie Ochiltree, Marie Rus
sell, Walter Russell, Raymond Rus
sell, Jack Ellis, Elaine Yates and
John Yates.
No. 160505. "
I had a nice letter this last week
from No. 160505, a soldier in the
Twelfth Canadian machine gun com
pany, now in France, who was
wounded. And what do you think
he said?
"I have just come out of the hos
pital and have had a good rest."
Now when we go to the hospital
we dread it and are anxious to get
home as soon as possible, but this
brave soldier, who has fought at the
front since the war began, thinks the
hospital a resting placet
Save Rags and Snip the Kaiser.
Marie Price is the president of a
Red Cross club called the Little
Daughters of Uncle Sam. This club
meets after school every Friday at
the home of Carolina McKenzie,
4804 North Twenty-fourth street.
The last meeting was on Washing
ton's birthday and the girls sang pa
triotic songs and talked about Wash-
save the Scarecrow and his friends,
and the Woggle-Bug heaved a deep
sigh of relief as he exclaimed:
"Thank goodness, we are saved 1"
"For a time, yes;" answered the
Tin Woodman. "But the enemy will
soon return, I fear."
"Let us bar all the entrances to the
palace!" said the Scarecrow. "Then
we shall have time to think what is
best to be done."
So all except Jack Pumpkinhead,
who was still tied fast to the Saw
Horse, ran to the various entrances
of the royal palace and closed the
heavy doors, bolting and locking them
securely. Then, knowing that the
Army of Revolt could not batter down
the barriers in several days, the ad
venturers gathered once more in the
throne room for a council of war.
(Continued Next Sunday)
BUSY BEE SOCIETY
NOTE Busy Bees will please
send their society items to Mar
garet Shotwell, Busy Bee so
ciety editor, care Bee Office
, Scout Food
The habit of eating good, whole
some food and of liking it has been
acquired by the food scouts in the
nutritional experiments condi cted at
Public School 40 by the People's in
stitute, the Post-Graduate hospital
and the New York school lunch com
mittee. Those in charge of the experiment
are eager to have mothers the coun
try over develop in their children the
same normal appetites as the food
scouts. A luncheon menu was:
Vegetable puree.
Rice and beans with tomato.
Oatmeal bread and peanut butter.
Baked apple.
Here is what one of the food ex
perts said for the benefit of mothers:
"If we could only get our children
to eat those things I the mothers say.
They could if they would not let the
children have sugar or sweets be
tween meals; then the youngsters
would be hungry for these things,
which are very nourishing and which
are economical as well."
Blackstone Party.
A number of the children at the
Blackstone had a party Wednesday
afternoon. They had a', lovely time
together, playing games and danc
ing. The little folk at the party were
Mary and Diane Phipps, Nancy and
Lucia Canfield and Frances and Ed
ward Brown.
Cheirycirolt Chfldbren
(jevivucle anI
JfevckonWelck
ington. This week they will have a
little talk about Longfellow. They
bring' a cent a week for running ex
penses and have made thirty hot
water bag covers and snipped seven
pounds of rags for ambulance pil
lows. Their slogan is, "Save the rags
and snip the kaiser." Mrs. C. A.
McKenzie directs their work and the
members art Marie Price. Erna Hold
fer, Neva Holdfer, Dorothy Doedyns,
Pauline Zipfel, Maybelle Reinche,
Mary Crawford, Augusta Kruger,
Pauline Rockwell and Caroline Mc
Kenzie. t 1
Doug Displaces Jesse James.
A group of neighborhood boys were
talking about Douglas Farrbanks at
the home of James Allen McMullen.
Now James' father has one of the
old-time fighters' names, "Jesse
James," but to the boys nowadays
the best fighter of them, all is Douglas
Fairbanks.
Gordon and.. Dick Stewart. Ber
nard Hannigan and Harold Gifford
think Douglas could take the royal
cross off the kaiser. as easily as he
took, the beads away from the Indian
king in the "Modern Musketeer."
Some, fighter, Doug!
Sunshine Circle.
A group of little girls have formed
the Sunshine Circle of the Red
Cross, They will meet Fridays at the
home of Mrs., E. L. 3arr to make
pillows and pillow cases for the Red
Cross ambulances.
The chairman is Miss Margaret
Barr, the teasurer Miss Vera Kelly
and the secretary Miss Lucile Hinzie
The other members are:
Mlsaes
Audrey Potter,
Lorene Peterson,
Virginia Chrlsman,
June Otlbert, ,
Misses
Dorothy Ertckson,
Lucile Morgan,
Dorothy Gilbert.
Field Club Kiddies Ski.
Children in the Field club district
have great fun skiing these days.
They start at the top of a long hill
and awav they go down to the boule
vard. There arc " lots of spills, , too.
and sometimes all you can see are
two skis in the air, for the boy is
buried in 6now.
Little Jo Anne Milliken has a sled
and she has been out every day, all
wrapped up to her eyes in a fur rug.
One day she and her mother were
watching the boys on their skis when
the 'rope slipped and away went little
Jo Anne down to the bottom of the
long hill. Was she hurt? Not a bit.
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Personals
The girls at Brownell Hall served
tea Saturday afternoon in honor of
Miss Castell. vice principal of St.
Catherine's school at Davenport, la.
Katherine Coad has recovered from
the pinkeye.
Elinor Kountze has given up the
movies during Lent
Virginia Upham thinks it's lots of
fun to make rhymes and her latest
one is "Chickens have feathers in all
kinds of weathers."
Betty Phipps has a new baby
brother and, since he was born on the
birthday of-the father of the country,
Betty has named him George.
Eleanor Ritchie had a small din
ner on Thursday in honor of her
birthday. Eleanor's mamma arranged
a very nice dinner without meat or
wheat and the guests thought it
tasted awfully good.
Little Mary Alice, Cora and Jean
Laverty are the possessors of books
of thrift stamps sent them at Christ
mas time by their uncle, Charles S.
Horner, who is working for Uncle
Sam in the Treasury department at
Washington. The books are being
filled by the little sisters, who save
every penny instead of buying candy.
Little Miss Dorothy Grace Hol
man was 8 years old Friday. She h
a very busy little Bee for she is in
the third grade at the Lincoln school
and finds time to play out-of-doors,
too.
-O Gertrude Irene Welch and Mer-
shion Welch, the children of Mr. and
Mrs. J.W, Welch, live at Cherry
croft, out beyond Benson. Cherry
croft is a most interesting home, for
there are cows and horses and
chickens, and, best of all, 13 Red
Cross dogs.
Gertrude Irene does all her study
ing at home with her mother and she
knows more about animals and flow-
ers
than most girls twice her age
She makes a pretty picture when she
comes running over the yard with the
Red Cross dogs trooping at ner heeis.
She often plays she is their captain
and they obey her orders like real
soldiers.-
Mershion gets his French name
from his mother's family. He goes
to Culver Military academy every
summer and has taken eight Scout
merits badges. Now he is busy
modeling an air craft for his ninth
merit. He likes to train the Red
Cross dogs. These dogs are taught to
go into the most dangerous places
and to stand quietly, while the
wounded soldiers take the first aid
kits from their collars. Or else they
bring back the soldiers' caps in their
mouths, so that help can be sent the
helpless men.
When Gertrude Irene grows up she
wants to be a Red Cross nurse, and
Mershion hopes he can take charge
of the Red Cross dogs on the field of
honor.
She was laufirhinsr when they reached
her and it won't be long until this
little girl will be sliding by herself.
Patriotic Bud
Mildred May Harris or Dallas, Tex.,
ll'-year-old daughter of Ike Harris,
a former Umaha man. wrote tne poem
"Patriotic Bud." Her uncle. J. H.
Harris, sent it to the Busy Bee editor.
We fellers, there waa two tnout counun
me,
Waa tellln' Jea' what are we'd Ilka to be.
Fatty laid he'd like to be Jea' two.
An' act penackly like he uater do.
Reddr eald he'd be 'bout ninety-nine.
His fran'pa's that old and they treat him
fine.
He never haa to so to school one day.
But he can all time stay to home and play.
Then I said: "P'raps It wouldn't be most
fun.
But I want to be penackly twenty-one."
I'd banc the Kaiser's and the Crown
Prince's lids
For cuttln' bands off them pore Belgian
kids.
Then all the fellers yelled: "Twould be
more fun,
An I want to be perpackly twenty-one."
Tea, Bud, we all agree with you.
We want to do our bit in this war, too.
Little Btwrns,
prize. H"H"H"t"t"H'
4 What the
What the Red Cross Is. f
By Edith Qreen, June mann School, , ,
Omaha. , ,
The Red Crona atand for relief, . .
For rescue and reconatrucfton, too; .
It ! a crose for loyalty, -
A croM for ma and you.
This cross helps the soldiers; f
It helps the Belflaae, too. 4
If you were In their plaoea, -
Would you not want It to help you t 4
4 If so rive them your quarters,
A And help the croaa of red;
4 Be pure Ilka a little snow-drop,
j Leave not a stain when you're dead.
(Honorable Mention.
Our Service for Uncle Sam.
By Rosemary Lyons, Aired I Tears, Gothenburg-.
Neb.
We all should offer our servtca for the
United States army. Many a brave man
has lost his life over In France, Kncland,
Austria and Germany. Many ara discour
aged and sick. Many a child In France
and Belgium have no parents. People In
American should buy war savings stamps
or thrift sumps. The little Belgian chil
dren and French children would be glad to
sleep at night because they had to sleep out
doors. We all hope the war will soon close.
The children of all nations would be bet
ter off.
Pleas writ to m. Busy Bees.
Naughty Marie.
By Floramay Thomas. Aged II. Wlsner,
Neb. Blue Sid.,
Dear Busy Bees: This Is the first Urn
I have written to you,' so 1 will writ a
little story.
One upen a time there lived a little girl
nam Marl. It was near time for Santa to
com and the ground was white with snow.
It happened that she wanted Santa t
brine her doll. Her mother told her
that Santa sometimes - did not come, but
. v. in mM in Hap mamma and Dana to
give to them because he did not hav time
to com to all in nouses, nan saw a
box on the top shelf In her mother's
m ah. mmntA in ana what waa in It.
so she got a box and a chair and ollmbed
upon them, wnen aDOUI 10 reacn nar nanu
out her mother called, "Marie, what ar
you doing TM "Not a thing, mother, only
playing with my doll again." on reacneo
for the box, and Juat as ah was about to
h. kir t,r little doa-. Bob came tn
and wanted her to play with him. H
jumptd on the box, and then on th chair.
He pulled on ner aresa, ana aown sn nm
ii.. MAhr huM th noli and cam run
ning in. Her mother called th doctor and
found that ner arm was oronen in iwo
places. 8h afterwards learned It was an
empty box. , ,
What do th Busy' Bees think of girl
who told a llet I hope to sea this tn print
I wish to Join th Blue side.
First Poem.
n, Evalvn Keith. Hebron. Neb. Blu Sid.
I hav been thinking about writing for
a long time.
A boy on a bicycle rode to town
To carry milk home for hi ma;
He spilled the milk when coming home,
And, oh. bow ha whipped him (that Is, his
pa).
H yelled and yelled and screamed and
kicked.
And lomi of th chairs ha almost knlcked.
But they, got him la his room.
But It wasn't his fault causa he spilled the
milk;
The road was rocky, that's aU;
But you ' haven't any Idea how that poor
little kid did bawl.
Th bicyole now la down and out,
And you don't know what It's all about;
The seats In th barn, i
Th bars In th shed,
Th tires, I guess, they must hav fled,
But the frame's In the attlo
And th boy Is In bad.
-1 hop to see my letter In print
A Surprise.
By Charles Vranek, Age tl Tears, 1TX1
South Eleventh Street
Dear Busy Bees: A wealthy sea captain
died after returning from a long voyag.
He owed a great sum of money to another
man. The captain left no will and the man
Said ha would hav to tak their home'lf
they did not pay the debt .
On rainy day th eon of th captain
went up stairs Into th garret to play. H
say a great desk In the canter of th room
and there wer some Interesting books on
It. He sat on the chair and put his feet
under the deslt. His foot caught with a
string which was hanging- from th ds.
He pulled the string and, lol a secret drawer
opened at the side of th desk.
Th boy. looked in It and h found som
gold. He ran down stairs and gave It to
his mother. His mother stood amawd and
then said: "George, you nave round enougu
money to pay tn morigaa on our uuua.
Th. natt dav th mother went to th
man's nous and paid th debt. Bh wnt
horn feeling very nappy. i "-
very many years In their loved horn.
Thl I my first story. I wish to join
th Blu 81d.
The Firut 4 O'clock. 3
By Elizabeth Farnaworth, Aged 1 Tears.
ISIS West Second Street, Grand
, Island, Neb.
Once noon a tlma there lived a little girl
named Linda. She was a very pretty little
girl with long brown braids, but no on
iik.i hr tuirauaa ahe always was sulky. Bh
did not Ilk to get up.
One day she msd th remark that she
wished she was a flower and that sh would
,.. t .b. nn troli-a in 14 hours.
Flora, th goddess of th flowers, heard her
and said, wen, i inu "' " " -wants
and then maybe she won't be such
a nuisance to everyone." So sh said three
words ana men, oenomi mi- -flower.
... ,
"Now," said Flora, "you shall only awaken
once a day and that will be at 4 o'clock.'
And so came our nrsi t o oioca.
This Is the first time I hav written and
I hope to see my letter In print. I wish to
join the Blu Bid.
The Girl Taken Away."
By Agnes Davis, Aged 10 Tears, Schuyler,
Neb. Blue Bide.
Once upon a time there was a girl play
ing with' her sister and brother. After a
while, an Indian came. He picked up the
boy and saw that he was lame. He dropped
him and picked up the little girl and ran
away with her. Her mother hunted for her
and could not find her. Sixty years paaaed
now. She married an Indian. When ber
mother found her she told her she should
come home but the girl did not want to.
flh said that she waa happy with the
Indian. She remembered that her last name
waa Socolom. Then the mother had to
go home without her.
I wlah I would see this letter In print
Busy Bees writ to me. Good-bye.
Greedy Tommy.
By Rosemary Lyons, Aged S Tars, Gothen
burg, Neb.
Once upon a time there was a llttl boy
named Tommy. He had blue eyes and yel
, k.i. u nlra little bov. but.
alas, h was very greedy. One day his
mother was making cookies and cakes for a
party. When his mother went upstairs h
went very slyly into the rntry,- got th
I.I.. mtm .ham all. Th TlflXt mom
lnx was the morning of the party. Tommy
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S. Short and pointed articles will b
given preference. Do not uae over 2SO
word. ' ...
4. Original stories or letter only will
be used. , ...
5. Writs yonr name, age and address
at th top of the first page.
A prls book will be given each week
for the beat contribution.
Address all communications to Chil
dren's Department. Omaha Bee, Omaha,
Neb.
By - Little Folks;
waa vary sick that morning. He was slcV
because he ate all th cookies. His mothei
said: "Why, Tommy, you ar too sick tea
hav a party!" Th llttl guests came. They 7
wer vary much surprised. This taught
Tommy a good leaaon. one he never forgot"
The lesson was not to be greedy and not ,
to sneak things. Please writ to m eooa,;
Busy Bees. ..' : -
First Letter. " " ;a
By Gordon Low,' Blair, Neb. a"" H
Sear Busy Bees: I am I years old 64?
In th fifth grade B class, Blair Central
school.
Thursday,- February 14, St Valentine's
day. w had a heavy snow storm. Th
snow was soft, and Jimmy, my brothel", 4
yoara old, and myself mad a large snow!
man apd named him Kaleer, alx feet Jail,"
with a tin helmet on hi head anda'clgar
In his mouth. After he was all fixed,, uo.
w started to give him what h deserves
a good licking. We cut his bead oft and
used It for snow balls to pound him with.
After we had knocked him all out of snap
w danced on the eriow and Bill the Kaiser
waa no mora. We war sorry for th snow,
but a heap mora sorry It was not the real'
kaiser.
My Brother's Pony.
By Lillian Nelson. Aged 11, Wausa, NeV.'
Red Bide. ,
Thla Is my first latter to th Buax Be
Pg- .
I hav Just on brother. I will tell -yW
about hi pony. It nam Is Daisy. It It
red and whit, an Indian pony. Sh cat
sbak hands, but on day my brother went
to town with her and had shoes put. oi'
her front feet and ah would not shakt,
handa for a day.
On day laat summer my cousin and 1
went out riding on her and w both fell
off and then sh Just stopped and leoked'
back at us. My cousin hurt her arm, but 1
was all right .
1 bop to this la print '-
Valentine Surprise. v"
By Florenc Larson, Aged I Tears, StaW
- . ton, la.
Dear Busy Bees: This la my first let.
ter to the Busy Bees' sld. I am In th
fifth grade. My taacher'a nam lsMlsa;
Larson. Our room had a Valentin ,m-,
prls on her th 14th of February. 'ShaV
received many pretty valentines. X received
nln pretty valentines. I have two slaters.
My oldest sister Is IS years of age. Bh la
In th freshman claaa. Her nam Is Helen.,
My youngeat (later Is two years old, but sht
will b I th Jftth of February. Her nam'
Is Marcella, My birthday Is th 4th of
April. I will b 10 years old then. ,
Jungmann School
Br Elisabeth Ketsir. Seventh A.
Th way our school became 100 per sent
Is bscauaa all th children helped In som
way. Th teachers did very much also.
Miss Sullivan painted a picture and donated
It to th Red Cross.
Miss Sullivan had over $40. Mrs. Thomas
mad 115. Th whole ichool Is 100 per
cent and over th top. Th children worked
hard and did all they could V b a member
of th Junior Red Cross.
A Poem.
By Valura Bates, Aged 11 Tears. Kennard,'
Neb. ' Blu Bide.
Dear Busy Bees: I am sending a plec
or poera that I composed mysolt I hop
I see It in print ' ''
A soldier boy waa going '.,h-H
From his horn on day
And his mother whispered,'' 'i-i-i
As sh brushed her tears away:.
"Ohl my brava boy good-byel
May God bring you back;
Truat tn Him, my dear one,
And don't you slack.' ..
' Oh. my boy haa left m,
His mother, all alon. , .
, Now then he Is fighting
Pray God, bring him horn.
Oh, it I could see him
And say good-bye one mora;
H' fought many battles - ,.
And he'll flgbt many mor. ,
When th war had ndd ,:
A mother's heart waa sad,
Tet sh had th honor,
Th country's boy, her lad, -If
only sh Could se him, ,
Bay good-by one more
. But never could she see him;
He'd reached God's golden door.
Oh, my boy has left m. '
A mothr, all alon. -v.
'. Now than he's through with fighting,
Nsvsr will com horn.
Oh, If I eould se him,
Tll him now good-by
lie's fought many battles,
But he'll fight no mor.
..,Y
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How to Get Breakfast. '
By Mabel Gelser, Agjd IS Tears, Columbu:
weD. iJiu Biae
Said th first llttl ohlck,
With a queer little squirm:
"I wish I could find
A llttl fat worm.'
1 ;
Said th next llttl ohlck,
With an odd llttl shrug:
"I wish I could find
A tat llttl bug."
Said th third llttl chick.
With a shrill llttl squeal;
"I wish I could find
Som nice yellow meal." '
Mr. Frpg's Green-Back "!''
By Margusrlts Gaisen,- Aged It Tears, Co.'
lumbus,. Neb. Red Bide, ,:.
Bald Mr. Kat, "i ve not a ceni i'ii
With which to pay my monthly rent. '
If you will loan the caah to m
I'll pay you back, just wait and sea. ' ,
Said Mr. Frog, "I'll let you se 11( .
That I hav not a ent with m. '
I've got a greenback, that la true, i.
But I can't loan my back to you."
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Junior' Red Cross
Do you belong to the Junior.. JU&,
Cross? It is to be hoped that eveqr
boy and girl who possibly could en
rolled for this war work. ;! "
President Wilson personally-expressed
the hope that every one1 61
the 22,000,000 children in the Unite$
States would become a member, of thd
Junior Red Cross.1 If you have been
careless and neglected to join do so
at once. The membership fee is bnly
25 cents and work done fot soldiers"
and soldiers is to be credited to each"
individual, provided the work ws
done between April, 1917, and Febru
ary 1, 1918. V : '..'.;'.
The purpose for which the Junior
Red Cross was organized is a lofty
and noble one. It was very well ex
pressed by District Superintendent of
Schools William J. O'Shea cf Brook
lyn. He said:
"The money which the children give
in this case brings no immediate re
turn to them, except the gratifying
assurance that it is helping to clothe
soldiers in training and on the fight'
ing line, and that it is also helping to
provide hospital supplies for the brave
men who have been stricken in the
conflict as well as garments for hun
dreds of thousands of homeless and
orphaned children in Belgium, France.
Italy and other allied countries of
Europe." . ' . . . , v
Short and Sweet.
Tou have heard of shortest railroads be
fore. Always they're rh most abbreviate
ever. But off-hand one would grant the
prlss to Missoula, Jlont It has a railroad,
only 100 feet long. It connects th North
ern Paciflo with th Chicago, Milwaukee At
St Paul and Is used as a transfer. It haa
no equipment no employes, and no stations,
yet the company that owna It gets SO cent
for every oar that passes over its rails.
Sixteen thousand, have done so thus far.
Think of HI Popular Science Monthly.
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