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THE OMAHA SUNDAY BEE: MARCH 51, 1918.' pdal Pag Maha Jftasy Jiney tor The Little 1 Mateir In the Jackdaw's "It is, indeed," replied Tip, gravely. "These pills may be of great use to us. I wonder if old Mombi knew they were in the bottom of the pepper-box. I remember hearing her say that she got the Powder of Life from this same Xikidik." "He must be a powerful Sorcerer!" exclaimed the Tin Woodman; "and since the powder proved a success we ought to have confidence in the pills." "But how," asked the Scarecrow, "can anyone count 17 by twos? Sev enteen is an odd number." "Tht is true," replied Tip, greatly disappointed. "No one can possibly count 17 by twos." "Then the pills are of no use to us," wailed the Pumpkinhead; "and this fact overwhelms me, with grief. For I had intended wishing that my head would never spoil." "Nonsense!" said the Scarecrow, sharply. "If we could use the pills at all we would make far better wishes than that." "I do not see how anything could be better," protested poor Jack. "If you were liable to spoil at any time you could understand my anxiety." "For my part," said the Tin Wood man, "I sympathize with you in every respect. But since we cannot count 17 by twos, sympathy is all you are liable to get." ' By this time it had become quite dark, and the voyagers found above them a cloudy sky. through which the rays of the moon could not penetrate. The Gump flew steadily on, and for some reason the huge sofa-body rocked more and more dizzily every hour. The Woggle-Bug declared he was sea-sick; and Tip was also pale and somewhat distressed. But the others clung to Ahe backs of the sctfas and did not seem to mind the motion as long as they were not tipped out. Darker and darker grew the night, and on and on sped the Gump through the black heavens. The trav elers could not even see one another, and an oppressive silence settled down upon them. After a long time Tip, who had been thinking deeply, spoke. "How are we to know when we come to the palace of Glinda the Good?"- he asked. , "It's a long way to Giinda s palace, answered the Woodman; "I've trav eled it.' , . . t But how are we to know haw fast "the Gump is flying?" persisted the toy. "We cannot see a single thing Sown on the earth, and before morn ing We may be far beyond the place we want to reach." - "That is all true enough, the Scare trow replied, a little uneasily; for we might alight in a river, or on the top of a steeple; and that would be a .great disaster." : So they permitted the Gump to fly on, with regular flops of its great Avings, and waited patiently for morn ing. . Then Tip's fears were proven to be Veil founded; for with the first streaks of gray dawn they looked over the sides of the sofas and discovered roll ing plains dotted with queer villages, where the houses, instead of being dome-shaped as they all are in the T nf O had slanting roofs that rose to a peak in the center. Odd looking animals were also moving 'about Upon the open plains, and the 'country was unfamiliar to both the Tin Woodman and the Scarecrow, .who had formerly visited Glinda the Good's domain and kneW it well. "We are lost!" said the Scarecrow, dolefully. "The Gump must have carried us entirely out of the Land of Oz and over the sandy deserts and into the terrible outside world that Dorothy told us about." "We must get back," exclaimed the Tin Woodman, earnestly; "we must "get back as soon as possible!" "Turn around!" cried Tip to the . Gump; "turn as quickly as you can! "If I do I shall upset," answered the Gump. "I'm not at all used to flying, sfhd the best plan would be for me to ', alight in some place, and then I can tturn around and take a fresh start. Just then,: however, there seemed to be no stopping-place that would answer their purpose. They flew over a village so big that the Woggle-Bug declared it was a city; and then they came to a jange of high mountains ? with many deep gorges and steep cliffs showing plainly. n "Now is our chance to stop, said the boy, finding they were very close to the mountain tops. Then he turned to the Gump and commanded: Stop at the first level place you seel "Very well," answered the Gump, and- settled down upon a table of rock that stood between two cliff But not being experienced in suc." . matters, the Gump did not judge his speed correctly; and instead of com , ing: to a stop upon the flat rock he missed it by half the width of his body, breaking off both his right wings against the sharp edge of the rock and then tumbling over and over d6wn the cliff. Our friends held on to the sofas as long as they could, but when the . Gump caught on a projecting rock the Thing stopped suddenly bottom side up-and all were immediately dumped .out. " By good fortune they fell only a few feet; for underneath them was a monster nest, built by a colony of Jack daws in a hollow ledge of rock; so , "I missed my regular exercise this morning." "How was that?" "The 7:30 was late and I didn't s.ave to run for it." Tit-Bits. Scout Is a chicken big enough to :at when it is three weeks old? . Rookie Why, of course not. It Scout Then how does it live? Chicago News Nest Part Two none of them not even the Pumpkin head was injured, by the fall. For Jack found his precious head resting on the soft breast of the Scarecrow, which made an excellent cushion; and Tip fell on a mass of leaves and pa pers, which saved him from injury. The Woggle-Bug had bumped his round head against the Saw-Horse, but without causing him more than a moment's inconvenience. The Tin Woodman was at first much alarmed; but finding he had escaped without even a scratch updn his beautiful nickel-plate he at once regained his accustomed cheerfulness and turned to address his comrades. . "Our journey has ended rather sud denly,' said he, "and we cannot justly blame our friend the Gump for our accident, because he did the best he could under the circumstances. But how we are ever to escape from this nest I must leave to someone with better brains than I possess." Here he gazed at the Scarecrow; who crawled to the edge of the nest and looked over. Below them Avas a sheer precipice several hundred feet in depth. Above them was a smooth cliff unbroken save by the point of rock where the wrecked body of the Gump still hung suspended from the end of one of the sofas. There really seemed to be no means of escape, and as they realized their helpless plight the little band of adventurers gave way to their bewilderment. "This is a worse prison than the palace," sadly remarked the Woggle Bug. "I wish we had stayed there, moaned Jack. "I'h afraid the moun tain air isn't good for pumpkins. "It won't be when the Jackdaws come back," growled the Savv-Horse, which lay waving its legs in a vain endeavor to get upon its feet again. "Jackdaws are especially fond of pumpkins." "Do you think the birds will come here?" asked Jack, much distressed. "Of course they will " said Tip; "for this is their nest. And there must be hundreds of them," he continued, for see what a lot of things they have brought here!" Indeed, the nest was half filled with a most curious collection of small ar ticles for which the birds could have no use, but which the thieving Jack daws had stolen during many years from the homes of men. And as the nest was safely hidden. where no hu man being could reach it, this lost property would never be recovered. -The-Woggle-Bug. searching among the rubbish for the Jackdaws stole useless things aS well as valuable ones turned up with his foot a beautiful diamond necklace. This was so great ly admired bv the Tin Woodman that the Woggle-Bug presented it to him with a graceful speech, after which the Woodman hung it around his neck with much pride, rejoicing exceed ingly when the big diamond glittered in the sun's rays. . But now they heard a great jabber ong and flopping of wings, and as the sound grew nearer to them Tip ex claimed: , "The Jackdaws are coming! And it they find us here they will surely kill us in their anger." "I was afraid of this!" moaned the Pumpkinhead. "My time has come!" "And mine, also!" said the Woggle Bug; "for Jackdawwre the greatest enemies of my race." The others were not t all afraid; but the Scarecrow at once decided to save those of the party who were lia ble to be injured by the angry birds. So he commanded Tip to take off Jack's head and ie down with it in the bottom of the nest, and when this was done he ordered the Woggle-Bug to lie beside Tip. Nick Chopper, who knew from past experience just what to- do, then took the Scarecrow to pieces (all except his head) and scattered the straw over Tip and the Woggle-Bug, completely covering their bodies. - Hardly had this been accomplished when the flock of Jackdaws reached them. Perceiving the intruders in their nest the birds flew down upon them with, screams of rage. (Continued Next Sunday.) i ?SHSHHSHHHHSHS .ft I )y I I S i In the Bee Hive . Dear Busy Bees: Easter greetings! Little Dorothy Boyles has proved herself a true daughter of Uncle Sam for this year, instead of giving her friends Easter eggs, she has sent them Easter greeting cards. And what do you think, the money that would have been spent for eggs she has put in Thrift stamps. Dorothy says she can remember all the gift Mcumor to Soldiers I am going to tell you all some thing that was told me. So in a way it's a secret. We all love our grand mas, don't we? But when our grandma has been to England and knows all about what the English children do to help in war times, why, then, she is as good as a story book, isn't she? 'Well, there's a grandma visiting here in Omaha now who can tell lots of interesting things about ' England. She has seen real ladies drive plows and noble children gather vegetables in the fielJ, and do all sorts of odd jobs for the Tommies. The new laid eggs are gathered every day and sent to the sick sol diers; the fresh vegetables are saved for them, and they are the favored one of the country. It used to be the other 'way about. Everything went to the lords and ladies and noble children first, and now everything t i8- yik c i ft ;'u ;: 4v , ' 1 , 1 4 Canttott tf : ' , y 2 i' iri' HCY PHOTO inf -7 l- -f-it. , , , ' v T ex 7 IS SK :.' Y ?! ' 1 r 1 Vw-WS??, 1BTOY BEE IETY NOTE Busy Bees W please send teir society items to Mar- f aret Shotwell, Busy Bee so- t ciety editor, care Bee Office qmmh.m!.4..!h3H4-H-H-40 days of the year by looking at her Thrift card, for the stamps represent some special saving. . This year, when our soldiers need fresh eggs in the hospitals and when dyes are so hard to get, many boys and girls have given up their Easter eggs, and in this small way help to win the war. It's little things that win battles, and we little folks can'show ourselves to be as unselfish and patriotic as the boya in khaki. Can't we?. Lovingly, MARGARET. Study Dancing. Tuesday at 4 is an important hour for a group of girls who study danc ing with Miss Cooper. They meet every week and taking special exer cises to keep them well and strong. The class includes Beatrice Manley, Virginia Upham, Virginia ' Wjlcox, Betty Meyers, Sarah Walsh, Ruth Gordon, Mary Agnes Marshall, Char lotte Loomis, Eleanor Lowman, Jean Borglum, Cornelia Storrs, Bernice Ferer, Eleanor Hamilton, Marthena Hanford, Marion Sturtevant,. Ger trude Marsh, Helen Butler, Adelaide Seabury and June Kennedy, goes to the soldiers first, and they are considered the most "noble" of Eng land's people. So, you see. England s getting to be quite like the United States of America. It's a case of sol diers served firt others served last! Easter Birthday Party. Little Arden Bergmist, who lives on the South Side, had the nicest birthday party Saturday in honor of his seventh birthday, Anion's mother and her friend, Mrs. Doane Powell, arranged the- loveliest Easter decora tions, eggs and bunnies , and chicks, and the little guests enjoyed the aft ernoon very, very much. Arden's guests were; Little Mlxset Little Mlae, LolH Utter. .' , (iracfi Root, Dorothy Hi-rroM, i:irnpt Konyon, Marlon Rlnncr. toasichf . iPudsy AUIiott-, Clifford N'leUon, Ktlmonil Khanahun, lon.-ild A Id ri..li. Jlariil l Saalft-ld, Francis Jtldley. Jan Powell, , Elizabeth PanroaaJ, Virginia Bryson, I.uclle KoutBky. Mary Hainan, Masters . JnrtH-s Bednar, . Tom Schuyler, William Goodman, lVan Amtjfl, Hilly To UK, Verne Sunrtwland, Charles Walking, Junior Red Cross Unit. One of the you?est of xht Red Cross units is found at the Holyoke Dox School. The. members spend their time cutting soft fillings for hos pital pillows and knitting squares for war quilts for the wounded soldiers. Tins uryt has boy workers as well as girls and there is quite a bit of rivalry to see who does the best and most ".work. The children are Mary Clark, Mary George, Marjoric Burns; Marjorie Higgins, Kitty Foy, Mary Summers, Willard Hosford. Bobby Clark, John Davis, Russell Hollisttr and Edward Summers. Play Games at Party. Esther Robinson entertained eight little friends at an Easter party Sat- Capital Sdlor 1 A Kailor hu no E Z time M h?n on the D P ealla It'a R D finds aloft to climb I Exposed to I C gales. And then K C he makea illp Or If D Z Brows, A tumble from the lofty ship If his last N" U knows And overboard, for A D cries Wlth,N R G and vim; And tho' of ilttlo V C trln A. vain, 8' A to KWim. But when no L P finds Is near. Nor N B. way to save. He then In an. X '8 of fear . i Must C K watery grave. ; " Old A J salloraeldom knows, But If old A O Rains ;' H V- of btccy eurei- his woes; "His pipe I A's his, palnf. We N V no poor sailor's life , In I D has no fnn. And. fwllnir P T for his wile. . 4 Our M T talk Is done. Scout 'William Goldstein. 'J. N P.nina'MKals rOTSanaiS Jane Horton has the chicknipox. v Betty Flnpps is sick with the liberty measles. Teddy Lawrence came tip on Thurs day from Kansas City to spend the day. Katherine Alleman returned Tues day morning from a winter spent in Canada. Binnie Brae Newsboys. The. sons of John L. Kennedy have become the two most popular news boys in Fairacres. They sell the Sun day papers and save the money to buy Liberty bonds. John, jr., and Edward both own two bonds that they have bought and paid for with their newspaper money. Now many great men in America started out a newsboys, but few for a better cause. Besides selling newspapers, they both have gardens, and their baby sister, Katharine Virginia, has a fa vorite spot which she spades, for she tries to do everything that her big brothers do.' But little maids of 3 are more in terested In "pulling" things that grow than in "planting" them, and her brothers have a great time helping her baby hands. The Kennedy coal shovel was one of the first in Omaha to wear a tag, and even the nomcs belong to the Red Star and the Blue Cross. When John and Edward and Katharine Virginia put on all their membership buttons they look quite as decorated as armv generals and as ready to do their "bit1" and their "best." Celebrate Easter Here arc four Easier Sunday Busy Bees who are going to T enjoy this day ever so much. X Hiey are Helen Cannon, Flor- ence Marx, Doris Iiarr' and T Harriet Gould. Don't the 3. chicks look natural? And the t ltunnv nnrl tile facte? ' V seyv fnoro YrV PHOTO urday afternoon at her home. A pea nut hunt was the most exciting event and a prize was, awarded the child gathering the most. Drawing Easter rabbits blindfolded, puzzles and other plays filled the remainder of the aft ernoon. The decorations were yel low and small Easter rabbits and ducks were used. Those present were Misses Lila Showalter, Hazel Showalter, Marie Reeves, Alice Wixson, Mable Larscn, Dorothy Uutterworth, Helen Brad ford and Helen Fisk. "First Aid French." Nowadays whenever a few chil dren gathe together for a good time the First Aid French records arc put on the phonograph and the words and phrases.repfcated by the listeners, for the children of. Omaha are enthusi astic about the ' langimge of our ally. Frencfi games are played at private schools and many children take French lessons and are planning summer classes. One of these classes includes Marcella Fonda, Ruth Sum ner, Elinor Kountze, Barbara Burns, . 't' s t fa r fr Little Steirfes Rules for Young Writers 1. Write plain!) on one side of the paper only himI number til pnef H. I e pen and Ink, not pencil. S. Mhort and pointed articles will he given preference. IHi not u over K5U words. 4. Original stories or letter only will be osril, ft. Write your "name, age and address at the tip of the first page. A prise book will be given each week for the best contribution, Address all communications to Chil dren's Department, Omaha lice, Omaha, eb. (IVize Story) ( ' "Water Lilies." By Edythe Berkshire, Aged 12 Years, Oakland, la. Red Side. Once upon a time there lived a girl named Helen. She was a pretty girl of 18 summers. She lived with her mother in a neat little cottage near a beautiful lake. One day her mother asked hen to pluck her a bunch of water lilies that grew near the bank of the lake. As she came near the lake she saw a very beautiful flower and as she bent to pick it it disap peared. Then she heard an angry voice behind her and, behold, there stood a tiny frog. He said; "How dare you pick my flowers?" Then in a gentler tone he added, "Will you marry me?" r.nd after a long time of persuading she answered, "Yes." Then all m once everything lighted up and the tiny frog was changed into a handsome prince, Then the prince told his story. ( "One day a wicked witch came to my father's palace and asked for hjs kingdom and because he would not give it to her she changed me ihto a frog until a beautiful girl should come and break the charm she had placed on me. So now you will be a prin cess. vk Then they were married and lived happijy after that. (Honorable Meijtionj The Colors. By Ruth Meredith, Aged 13 Years, Ravenna, Neb., Blue Side. Hurrah I for the red, white and blue; Harrahl for the colors that fly. The beautiffil colors so true, i The colors that wave on high, i And for what do these colors stand? These colors of liberty, They, stand for our land so grand, That beautiful flag of ..the free. What is held within its folds? Sweet bliss, eternity. This is what our flag holds, And blessed security. f Many-wars has it gone through, Winter snows and summer showers, -But it stands luudaunted and true, This dear old flag of ours. Mabel's Lesson. By. Evelyn Wilkinson, Aged 10 Years, Shenandoah, la. ' Dear Busy Bees: This is my first letter I have written to the Busy Btes, and hope to see it in print. Oice there was a little girl called Mabel. She never liked to work. Whenever her mother told her to work she did it so unwillingly that her mtthcr would rather do it herself. But one day her mother said, "Mabel, won't you please wipe the dishes while I go to the garden to pick beans for din ner." Mabel picked up the dishiowel, but frowned sulkily. While she was frowning and fret ing, a little man dressed in brown ap peared from his home in the groui.d. Mabel was so. frightened she could do nothing but stand and look at htm. He took hold of her hand and led her toward her home.. .Mabel screamed, but her mother was too far away to hear her. The brownie led her to his dark home in the ground When Mabel lived with him, she had to work all the time. , One day when the brownie was away Mabel crept out of the dark hole and ran to her home. But othertinses when her . mother' told her to wdrk she did it willingly, I think it wa a good lesson for Mabel, don't. you?- Floyd and His Dog.' By Fioyd Smith, 101 1 West Second Street, Red Oak, la. Blue SVe 1 am sending you the picture of my little dog and I. . His name is Buster. When he wants anybody to eat or drink he will sit up. W'e can throw thin at him and he will catch it in his mot :h. He was born, March 29, 1917. Here in the picture he is drinking a saurer of milk, of which he is very fond. I was born November 3, 1904 I am very busy after school. I have '.wo calves, three cows and one horse to tend to. I am in the seventh grarfr. at school, and I go to the Junior II gh school. I have four teachers at sclu ol. Their names are Mr. Malony, Miss "Artz, Miss Herbert and Miss Acker son. , I received my prize book abJt a month and a half ago. I am very sorry 1 didn't write sooner, (mort bye, Busy Bees. Yours truly, Floyd Smith. The Boot-Black's Medal. By Irene Noonan, Aged 11 Years, Wisner, Neb. Red Side. There was a lady sitting in her office. She heard the boot black holler "Shoe shine! Shine your shoes. Fine job done." The lady said, "Here comes that troublesome old boot-black," "Lady, do you want your shoes shincd?" "I had them shined this morning" "Well.. I will have to go home with out my 2 cents." "Well, you can have theni, then," said the lady. , ; After he shined her shoes he went out of the building. He heard some one say "fire, fire." He asked, "where, Catherine Doorly, Catherine Coad and Marion Foy. These girls plan to keep up their French during the sum mer vacation by meeting at the dif ferent homes for study. By Little Folks where?" "Up in that old building, said the man. The boot-black ran up to whee it was. There were a lot of people up in the old building. There was nobody to rdn the elevator, so in he jumped and went up to the fourth floor. All the girls crowded in at once, he said, "not so many at a time, I will be up there next time." He went up and down till he thought he had everyone out. He heard. a scream, it was the girl he had cleaned her shoes. He ran the elevator up and got) her. Just as they were going out of the building it fell in. His employer gave him a pocket book full of gold, and the lady gave him a medal which was engraved "Jimmy" Brown, Hero of a Boot Black, won his medal, May 12, 18991 Willful Marjorie. By Elizabeth Paffenrath, Aged 11 Years, 8i6 South 37th, Street. Spring had come. Yes, it truly had, for the birds were, singing and the buds on the trees were opening. Even, the tulips and violets were opening for Easter. , Marjorie asked her mother if she could not go down by the brook and gather violets. "Well, dear," her mother replied, "I might let you go, but don't you think it would be nicer to wait until Easter, and then we will ask Jane and Helen to go with us." " ( "Well, I want to go now," replied Marjorie. "All right then," was her mother's reply. "If you would rather go now instead of Easter." If the truth was known, Marjorie would have preferred to go Easter, but this way she figured she could go twice, so oil she went and came back with an abundance of violets. When Ea.-;ter Sunday came. Helen and Jane came over to ask Marjorie to hunt violets with theni, but her mother said, "Why Marjorie, you went last week' instead." Marjorie was rather ashamed and said nothing, though she showed her disappointment. Her mother saw that she was dis appointed and allowed her to go a few days later. But though Marjorie did get to go, I don't think she'll ever figure as she did again. 1 A Narrow Escape. By Beatrice Homann, Aged 12, Years, Elkhorn, Neb. This is the first time I have written to this page. I read the stories and enjoy them very much. I am in the seventh grade and my teacher's name is Miss Richardson. I will tell you a tory about myself. We lived on a farm close by a rail- ready- I was 2 years old and thought I would walk to town on the railroad track. I was walking along when a freight train was coming. I nevet heard it, so it bumped into mi and knocked me off the track. Ther was a high dump there but I did not fall down that. The engineer got out and picked me up. He took ma home. I had my face scratched up but that was all. I was afraid of a train until I was 4 years old. I have two sisters. I have two pets, a dog and a cat. The dog's name is Fido. My father is a mail carrier and has 27 miles to go. We live on a farm of five acres. My letter ii getting long so I will close. This is a true story. Kaiser's Tombstone. By Lucile Baur, Aged 12 Years, At wood, Kan., Blue Side. ' Dear Busy Bees: Do you know, what you buy war saving stamps for. Yes, to loan Uncle Sam our money. That is not what I am doing. You know the kaiser is so famous (that your and my Uncle Sam is go ing to buy a tombstone for him. Our parents bought the tombstone by the Liberty bonds and we are pay ing the sculptor for putting each letter on. They cost 25 cents each. And as it is, such a big tombstone it will take a freat many letters and words on it. lie vyor(ds ,cpst $5 if you want to put a word en. all at once. We do this because "the kaiser is known the world over, and we must' put a big and long epitaph on his tombstone and you may be sure Uncle 1 Sam will he's the sculptor, you know. The allies are the names of his main helpers. How many have put words or letters on the kaiser's tombstone? For he is known the world over. My First Letter. By Iola Johnson, Aged 11, Creighton,, Neb. Blue Side. Dear Busy Bees: This is my first letter. I enjoy reading the Busy Bee's page. I read all the stories every Monday. I read the Larr'. of Oz, too. It is very interesting. I have four brothers and wd sisters. I have joined the Red Cross. 1 go to school every day ahd I am in the' sixth grade. We have two and one half miles to go. We drive one hovsej My teacher's name is Jessie Hisk'n.j As my letter is getting long I guess I'i will stop. I will write again me, time. I hope to see my letter in pr.ntc' A Bird Poem. 1 By Una Tillman, Aged 10, Red Oak Ia Blue Side. , The bobolink lives among the sums! mer, flowers; And goes out to stay for marry hours She is a bird that's happy and gay; j And takes a walk every day. j And she is one who hunts for food in the ground; And once in the evening she wasn'4 to be found. The song she sings is spink, spank, spink; And that is why she is called bipbo link. I hope to see my letter in print and not in the waste basket. Busy Bees, I am now going to sajj good-bye. s Art Editor I think the drawing o this horse's legs looks a bit funny. " Artist Well, I thought yours wa$ a comic paper.