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. - S ' - J !pdal Page' Sot -The.' Maha urtpf Httle Honey- Mate 1 " ' - i 'l H 1' H 1 1 .-m rimmmmmmmm Inth Be HlYe DEAR Busy; Bees: Nowaday! the conservation of food it one of the " things that we learn at school and at I home, and I heard of a very novel p!an for "conserving" the other day. -Vhen I was walking around in the , back 'yard trying to see where I r could plant some radishes and lettuce, ...I noticed a lot of bees flying around iy head and looking up I saw them fly into the attic, of my neighbor's ,liome. Now I have heard of bees in belfry, but never of bees in an attic,' by my neighbor told me that he has .. hive in up there and has taken over thiry pounds of honey from it "An attic is a funnjr place for a hive M beetr I said. v "Yes, replied Mr. Haas, "it leema a queer place, but it is a very safe and snug spot tor them, for you see the bees keep fine and warm in winter 'i and safe and dry in summer." . "How did you think of putting them I there?" I asked. , - .- i "Well, when Lwat a boy the first ? money I ever earned was from a hive of bees and I grew to be very ' fond of them and so, when I was fixing this house up I decided I would iave bees and J didn't want to keep 4hem in the yard for fear some little 'child would touch the hive and be "siting, and I glanced up at the roof, there were a lot of beet circling around my attic window and to I aid to myself, there't the place for r$y "beest" , -J If any of our readert want to be come beekeepers, Mr. Haas will tell ' them how to fix a hive, in the attic, '. t$o, , : ' ' ' ' f.ay Bees, keeping bees sounds wy patriotic, don't you think so? v -t Lovingly, - MARGARET. (The Japanese are perhaps the most : skillful of living peoples in the art of making minute tarvings. such a miniature object takes the form of a tiny pocket shrine occasionally. An odd specimen of this kind of work was recenetly brought to this country. A representation of the Crucifixion side by tide with one of the Blessed Virjin and.. Divine Child was con tused 'Jn a small captnle-like cover t 'Zt itya Benziger't Magazine. The fmres were only one-eighth of an inch in height and it waa necessary to use a strong manifyingglast in order to distinguish the details. Each . fjqre was enclosed in an empty rice ' Lull and the whole, mounted on a tiny altar-like pedestal, waa no .larger than a watch charm. - ' Success. Of course, my boy. you'd like to reach the station of Success; but the trouble is. you want to ride upon the . fast express. . You think the plug is out of date, the local is too slow; you're wailing for the whistle of the Limited to blow. You take your ease, 'ana dream your oreamt aoout mat city fair and ; the many great and worthy thingt you'll do when you get there: but when your time card tells you that the Cannon ball it late, you whine about the management, and blame It all to fate. You never think to .take your grip 'and hit the dusty trail; you must have the Golden Flyer, the best train on the rail. Your fel low traveler who it wise will brook no long delay; he taket the first that , comet along and hiket upon hit way; be rides a handcar if need be. or walks the graveled track; he gets his peepers oa tne coai. and never once looks tick. And by and by that plodding cLsp is way along the road, while you art still assuming airs, and dodging halt your load. Yon want to reach the station, but your grit is on the , bum: and if you ever win success, you a have to hustle tome. - -CLEM BRADSHAW. Johnny Wat Next "Boys," aald th -Sunday school foacher, "can any of you tell me about Good Friday?" i "Tafia, I can. replied an urchin at the toot of the claaa. "He waa the r'7 what did the housework (or .. tfUnsoa ' Cratoe." Boston Trait- ffHTMmtlMMHIHH I 4. : Everybody wonders "Where can a man buy a cap' X zor nit anee, Or a key for a lock of his hair? Can his eyet be called an L academy, ' Cecause there are pupila - there? . Za tiie crown of hit head, what genu are found, Who travels the bridge of ', fate bom? Can he nee when shingling the roof of hit month. The nails hi the end of his toes? Can the crook of hit elbow be sent to jail? " And if to, what did he do? How doet he sharpen hit shoulder blades? . !ra be hanged if X know; do t jronf , : ftHtninniiiiiitini BUSY BEE SOCIETY NOTE Busy Beet will please t end tetr society items to Mar. f . ,ret ShotwelL Busv Bee to- X ciety editor, care Bee Office T ' Fox Trot Dancer J 4j I Makine Reichenberg is to be one of the special fox trot dancers at the dance carnival given for the benefit of thevfatherless children of France at the Brandeis theater Saturday eve ning, May 11. . Maxine does many costume dances, but she likes to fox trot too, and she and her partner, Truman Morsman, have a very merry time dancing the latest steps. A Birthday Picnic. . Catherine Foote, the daughter of Dr. and Mrs. W. K. Foote, gave a very novel picnic party on Saturday fWTtTTtvWtlHHinHHIMWWvHHTtWtHvW I little Ones Have Hair BbM f "Vmw Spend a day with the little folk In the Brandeis hair bobbing depart ment and yon will find out to many new thingt about hair bobbing. Jutt en ter into the spirit of the thing and imagine yourself a moment sitting in one of the chaira at a tiny girl or tiny boy, having- your hair bobbed by the most considerate and most expert bobbers. It taket more than a" hair bobbing machine and a perfectly capable lady bobber to cut little folkt hair. It taket tuch accessories as a one-eyed dog, who jumps up and down and refuses to grow up, because they do say he has been here for many, many years and he doesn't look any older than he did when he came.. It takes a haljhal fan, that makes a noise like a laugh when you swing it It taket a piper't pipe that blowt like a horn. It taket these thingt to chase away fretting and teara on the part of little kiddies and make them really enjoy having their bair bobbed. A day In this hair bobbing department is like a day of sudden thowera and sunshine, tome children smile freely 5 others cry all to freely; tome protett loudly; others submit easily; they all teem to enjoy it. A tet of electric clippers it an novation that makea the work go fatter and does it in a most satisfactory way. ... The picture thowt this hair bobbing department en a busy Saturday afternoon. "THE MARVELOUS LAND OF OZ" . :. BL-Frank Baum THE - TRANSFORMATION OF OLD MOMBI. THE Witch was at first frightened . m finding herself eaptured by . the enemy; but soon she ' de cided that she was exactly as safe in the Tin Woodman's button-1 hole at growing upon the bush. For no one knew the rose and Mombi to be one, and now that she was with out the gates of the city her chances of escaping altogether from; Glinda were much improved. "But there it no hurry," thought Mombi. . "I will wait awhile and en joy the humiliation of this Sorceress when the findt I have outwitted her." So throughout the night the rote lay quietly on the Woodman's bosom, and in the morning, when Glinda summoned our friends to a consulta tion, Nick Chopper carried his pretty flower with him to the white silk tent. "For some reason," said Glinda, "We have failed to find this cunning old .Mombi; so I fear our expedition will prove a failure. And for that I am sorry, because without our assist ance little Ozma will never be rescued and restored to her rightful position as queen of the Emerald City." "Do not let us give up so easily," said the Pumpkinhead. "Let us do something else." "Something, else must really be dene," replied Glinda, with a smite; "yet I cannot understand how -I have been defeated so easily by aft "old Witch who knows far less of magic than I do myself." "While wc are on the ground I believe it "would be wise for us to conquer jne tmeraid city for Princess y 'I -M' I -I i 1 I 1 1 V I ft 1 i I I 1 afternoon to celebrate her 11th birth" day. Her guests were: Margaret Lo gan, George Logan, Eugene Clark, r a i w a j r i r . YBnde, Randolph Claasen, Catherine Alleman, Helen Grey, Mildred Stuben and Anna lieu Kise. Dance RecitaL The girls who have been taking dancing of Miss Mary Cooper all win ter entertained their mothers and fathers and intimate friends at a re cital Saturday afternoon. And this is the program that they gave in cos tume: , , Characteristic Bchottlich Clan 1 Amaryllli' Cornell Storr Th PUyrround Clan I l.tt Secret Ellen Peterson Flry Bchottlsehe Clin t Merrymakers' Dane . ...Marthena Han ford Dane of th Wood Nymp Clan I To a Wild Ron Helen Peteraon Moment Mualcale ................. Clan. S I-lebeefrold Martha Oalnei Baccaroll , ..i. Clan T Kcale of Llghtnem . Clan I Twilight and Night I ' Virginia Upham, Eleanor Hamilton Hawaiian Dance Clan T In.eeni Dwic Flora Lefferta Runlan DbVic Claaa 4 Creacent Moon Dorl Talmage l.lndee Lee , Claas 4 Butterflle Jan Powell Dawn Claaa ( Egyptian Dane Elda Beeaon Clown Dane Clan S Spring Dane ................ Helen Butler Sculpture Plaatlo ' Claaa t Chlneo Dane .........'..4. Clasa Catohlnr Sunbeam Virginia Holllday Heard in School. Teacher What is a man-of-war? , Pupil A soldier. Teacher I saw a coyote when I was driving yesterday. Pupil What kind of a bird is that? Some State of Mind. ' "Harold wants to be an aviator, but Is distressed because the rest of the family are in a corresponding atate of mind." " How Is that?" "They are all up In the air about it" ....... 'TiTMi Ozma,, and find the girl afterward," said the Scarecrow. '.'And while the girl remains hidden I will gladly rule in her plact, for I understand the business of ruling much better than Jinjur does." "But I have promised not to molest Jinjur," objected Glinda. v "Suppose, jou all return with me to my kintrdom or empire, rather." said the Tiu Woodman, politely in cluding the entire party in a royal wave of his arm. It will give me great pleasure to entertain you in my castle, where there is room enough and to spare. And if any of you wish to be nickel plated, my valet will do it free of all expense." While" the Woodman was speaking Glinda's eyest had been noting the rose in his buttonhole, and now she imagined she saw the big red leaves of the flower tremble- slightly. This quickly aroued her suspicions, and in a moment more the Sorcerrs. had de- Icided that the teeming rose was - - r ar eVgjgMi imm mm Wins Bluebird Honors V"'" ' 4''.' '; 2 Lillian Field, 8, daughter of Frank D. Field, 126 South Thirty-first ave nue, is the youngest Bluebird in Ne braska to wm the new war honor in the Bluebird' war-service program. A meeting of her Bluebird "Nest" was held at her !:ome Thursday afternoon for the purpose of unrolling tinfoil which had been given to the Red Cross salvage department in balls. Lillian is a member of the "nest" of which Miss Anna Porter, 422 North Thirty-first street, is guardian. Others in the "nest", who will each be awarded an honor "feather" for, the hour's work are: Eleanor McNown, Blanch Blunder!, Ruth Sholwell, Mary Alice Bromwell, Nejlie Tate, Agnes Tate, Mildred Miller, Marian Sturdevant, Caroline Levi, Marie Klein, Josephine, Thomas, Rita Man tel, Louise Rosenthal, Grace Rosen thal, Pauline Hertsberg. War Orphan Benefit May 11 will be a fairy night in Omaha, for then boys and girls who have always been ordinary folks will become the , little people of bygone days, and dance the hours away in or der that the poor little orphans of. r ranee may have homes and comforts that the war has taken from them. Margaret Lee Burgess, Barbara Burns, Katherine Coad, Emma Nash, Dor,othy Higgins and Elinor Kountze will be little ladies of the Trench court days. Willard Hosford will change into Little Jack Horner, while Michael Crofoot and Edward Creigh ton will be the blind mice of nursety rhyme fame. So we are alV looking forward to May 11, for the dance car nival given that night at the Brandeis theater will be as good as a Cinder ella ball. . i . Honor Honor, my boy, I Ilk aunshlne for $ making hay It open th aoul, clean th mind set yon on th pedestal ot eiteem Teachn you th lesson, et elf-respect O rooms you to meet all comar Bring you Joy, success, fortune Teaohe you th lenon of tolerance Th virtu of patlanc la yours For in th falling ot your fellows. your e yours Honor, my boy, I th road to fame Th open door to happiness Th portal leading to pete and . rest It motto la th golden ml To another as to thyself be just Honor, my boy, I th open sesame to love tov of thine, your fellow and lf Love of right, love of life Love of th beautiful and th clean Love of th task wall don ' . And th duty nobly performed Honor, my boy, make you a friend Bring friend to you And as llf abb and finally dl Honor, my boy, 1 a monument with th pltaph . A life nobly lived, a man t honor born. , . ooooooooo ooooxxhoxxxxox nothing else than a transformation of old Mombi. At the same instant Mombi knew she was discovered and must auickly plan an escape, and as transformations were easy to her she I . 1 A t iL t immediately iook ine iorm oi a Shadow and glided along the wall of the tent toward the entrance, think ing thus to disappear. But Glinda had : not only equal cunning, but far more experience than thelWitch. So the Sorceress reached the opening of the tent be- -fore the Shadow, and with a wave of her hand closed the entrance so se curely that Mombi could not find a crack big enough to creep through. The Scarecrow and his friends -were greatly surprised at Glinda s actions; for none of them had noted"' the Shadow. But the Sorceress said to them: ' - - "Remain perfectly quiet ell of you I For the old Witch is even now with us in this tent, and I hope to capture her." : These words so alarmed Mombi that she quickly transformed herself from a shadow' to a Black Ant, in which shape shf crawled along the ground, seeking a crack or crevice in which to hide ter tiny body, v Fortunately, the ground where the tent had been pitched, being just be fore the city gates, was , hard and smooth; and while the Ant still crawled about Glinda discovered ; it and ran quickly forward to effect its capture. But, just as her hand was descending, the Witch, now fairly frantic with fear, made her last trans formation, and in the form of a huge Griffin sprang through the wall of the tent teiring the silk asunder in her rusli and in a moment had darted away with the speed of a whirlwind. Glinda did not hesitate to follow. Littl Stories ' (Prize Story) Jean Earns Her Thrift Stamp. By Ruby Croft, David City, Neb. Blue Side. Poor Jean,' how unfortunate "she was! She lived in a large city and in a tenement district where she couldn't have a garden like Uncle Sam sug gested. Well, she would find some way to have her garden and would sell the-vegetables she raised, then buy her thrift stamps. She jumped up from the steps and an to see what her brother wanted. "Jean, see; couldn't ' you take that job? Mother would be so glad," he said. "Ohl let me show it to her and I'll begin tomorrow," excitedly announced Jean. Their father was dead and their mother was almost an invalid, so Bert sold papers and 'Jean did what she could to help. , Some childs' institute wanted a good, reliable girl to take-care of a certain number of children for a few hours each day. Jean took the position and liked it but all this time she was looking for a place to have her war garden. One day she spied a vacant place in the back, yard and very politely asked if she might spade that up and have her garden there. They know ing her position, consented, and by and by she had more customers than she had vegetables for. She filled two thrift cards instead of one and had enough left to buy what scanty clothes she needed. (Honorable Mention.) Uncle Sam's Soldiert. By Evelyn Wilkinson, 108 Wabash i Avenue, Shenandoah, la. We are Uncle Sammie's soldiers, Though" we're very young, My, but all the children ' Think it's lots of funr We are Uncle Sam's young army, , Marching right along. And the one who not save Are doing very wrong. So; come on, children, And sing this song. Join tbe children's army, -And 'twill help the world along. - ' The Robin. 0, robin inthe cherry tree, I knqw I here you sing; I know why you come so early, It's to, tell us it is spring. 0, robin, I would like to know Why you are so gayly dressed. You have a black cap on your head, And scarlet ribbons on your breast. A Hero of France. By Elizabeth Farnsworth, Aged 12 Years, 1319 West Second Street, Grand Island, Neb. Blue Side. t Last year there was seen, standing on a sfreet corner in Paris, a group of soldiers. One officer was saying that there were some papers that had to be delivered to the first line trench, but it being such a dangerous trip no one would try it. v -. A small boy of 13, who was stand ing near, walked up and said, "I over heard what the officer said, and I will gladly do it." "But you will be killed if captured," explained the same officer. "I am no coward," replied the boy, " I will gladly give my life to my France." "Very well, follow me," answered the officer. s On reaching the camp where the officer stayed he said, "Here are your things, my ton." Half an hour later a small boy riding horseback was seen going out of Paris. At nightfall the boy's message had been delivered. And he was riding gallantly homeward when he met two German soldiers. They held him up, seeing he wore a French flag. They asked him what he had been doing, but as the boy had been told She . sprang upon the back of the Saw-Horse and cried: "Now you shall prove that you have a right to be alive 1 ' Run run run 1" The Saw-Horse ran. 'Like a flash he followed the Griffin, his wooden legs moving so fast that they twinkled like the rays of a star. Be fore our friends could recover from th,eir surprise both, the Griffin and the Saw-Horse had dashed out of sight "Cornel Let us follow 1" cried the Scarecrow. They ran . to the place where the Gump as lying and quickly tumbled aboard. v "FlyH commanded Tip, eagerly. "Where to?" asked , the Gump, fa ita clam voice y ' "I don't know," returned Tip, who was very nervous at the delay; "but if you will mount into the air I think we can discover which way Glinda has gone." "Very well." returned the Gump, quietly; and it spread its great wings and mounted high into the air. " Far away; across the meadows, they could now see two tiny specks, speeding one after the other; and they knew these specks must be tfeft , ' By Lnttk FIks not to tell, he would not -' So they shot him. A few days later the officer who had sent the boy, rode past his dead body. The boy still had the French fla in his hand. So the officer buried him in a cemetery in Paris and spread 1 over hir body a huge trench flag. Hard to Resist By Marguerite Johnson, Aged 11 Years, Sixth and Tilden Streets, IJoldrege, Neb. - 1 .Dear Busy Bees: Don t you think it is hard to resist the temptation of this war? I do. One evening I was going to make some fudge candy, which requires two cups of sugar. My mother said, think of fhe soldiers somewhere in France. I stopped and though I wanted it awfully bad, but then I thought, my wouldn't those poor soldiers b glad to get two cups of sugar. So I went without the candy. - On Saturday afternoon- I wanted to stay home from junior Red Cross and sew for my doll instead ot the soldiers, that is another temptation. Daddy will give me a nickel and I started downtown to buy some candy with it. Then I thought of winning the war with War Saving Stamps. It's another hard temptation. I don't like oameal for breakfast, but I eat it for the soldiers and say I like it. Many times I get hungry for some wheat bread, and it's hard to eat "the substitutes, but I try to do it too. This spring I want a new spring coat and dresses. I think thenthat "Money will win the war." There's just hundreds of tempta tions to resist in this war and I have to work awfully hard to resist them. If we all resist these temptations it will win the war. I hope my retter passes Mr. Waste basket without running into him. . ' ' About Marjorie. By Hazel Monson, Craig, Neb., R. F. D. No. 2. Red Side. Well, here I am again. Thjs time I am going to tell you about a little girl. Marjorie is a dear little girl. She lives on a farm with her parents. Her parents are not very rich. She can go visiting whenever she can. She has pretty playthings. , One day her mother was going away. She told Marjorie not to touch the matches. But when her mother was out of sight, she thought she would light a match; for she knew it would not hurt anything. She took some dry leaves, for it was in the fall, and made a fire. ' Then she went away and started to play with her dolls. She forgot all about the fire. The fire crept along the ground until it reached the house. The building was soon on fire. Some people were passing by the road and saw it. They rang the fire bell. Soon the people came. But the fire had such a start it took a long time to stop it. There was much excitement; geople were run ning back and forth, boon it was all over. Marjorie was punished for it, and she never touched matches again. I bope to see mx letter in print When Harry Ran Away. By Ruby Sober, Aged 11 Years, Shelton. Neb., Route 2, Box 74. Blue , Side. There was once a boy named Harry. He would run away every time no one was looking. One dayi he ran into the woods; after awhile he came to a house. Thinking no one was at home, every thing was so quiet, he walked in. After going through several rooms, he came suddenly upon a man eat ing. The man told Harry to sit down and eat. i After they were through Harry arose and said, "Now I must go home, mother will be looking for me." But the man replied, "No you are going to stay here, and be my boy." . . , , Then the old man showed him Griffin and the Saw-Horse. So Tip called the Gump's attention to them and bade the creature try to overtake the Witch and the Sorceress. . But, swift as was the Gump's flight, the pursued and pursuer moved more swiftly yet and within a few mo ments were blotted out against the dim horizon. v "Let us c- ntinue to follow them, nevertheless." . said the Scarecrow; "for the Land of Oz is of small ex tent, and sooner or later they must both come to a halt. Old -Mombi had thought herself very wise to choose the form of a Griffin, for its legs were exceedingly fleet and its strength more enduring than that of other animals. But she had not reckoned on the untiring energy of the Saw-Horse, whose wooden limbs could run for days without slacking their speed. There fore, after an hour's hard , running, the Griffin's breath began to fail, and it panted andgasped painfully, and moved more slowly than before. Then it reached the edge of the desert and began racing across the deep sands. But its tired feet sank far into the sand, and in a few minutes the Griffin fell forward completely exhausted, and lay still upon the des ert waste. Glinda came up a moment later, riding the still vigorous Saw-Horse; and having unwound a slender golden thread from her girdle the Sorceress threw it over the head. of the panting and helpless Griffin, and so destroyed the magical power of Mombi's trans formation. - - For the animal, with one - fierce shudder, disappeared from view, while in its place was discovered the formof the old Witch, glaring sav agely at the serene and beautiful face or the Sorceress. (Continued Next Sunday ,t, ,, i Q l, i 1 1 1 ,, i .fr 4 Rules lor Young Writer i ? L Writ plainly on on aid of th paper only and number th page, . rr -...i nv m.h.11 S. Short and pointed article will b T given preference. Do not us over 230 word. , 4. Original torie or letter only will b lined. 5. Write yonr name, ago and ad dress at the top of the first page.) v A prise book will be given each week for th best contribution, ' Addres all communications to Children's Department, Omaha Bee, Omaha, Neb. . ' -S- -S ! 8' '8 ! every room but one. "Harry," he said, "I don t want you to ever go in that room, because it is mine.' When they came to Harry's room the man told him to retire, for his . son must go to bed at 8. The next morning Harry saw that one of the windows was open. He junfped out and ran home. . After that . he would never go out alone. Two weeks after he heard that the man was dead. He had left him tie house . providing he remembered his prom ise about going in that room. . v.v Frances and Her Dog. - ' , By Marion Foye, Aged 14 Years, 111 South Thirty-third Street, Omaha. Once upon a time there lived a lit tle girl named Frances Brown, and , her mother one day, Mrs. Brown, for that was the mother's name, said: ' . "Take this basket and go after som : berries for our supper, then you can take some fresh butter over to Mrs,, Kountze; she only lives two blocks. Be very careful, Frances, and don't be late to supper." "No, I won't," said the little girl. "I'll be home early." And she was. , Her mother was standing at the door : and she said: " "What do you think, our beautiful collie is dead. It died.soon after you left for Mrs. Kountze's home." "What shall we do about it?" asked, the little girl. "I am sure I don't know," replied the mother; "we will have to call your father, but in the meantime you can help me by eating your supper like a good child, and after supper you can help me with the dishes until your father gets home." For Old Glory. By Lucile Bauer, Aged 12 Years, At , wood, Kan. r . We must not scorn or not play . with the little German-American chil dren. They could not help it because .' their parents did not know of the grand, free country far across the ocean before they did. Some of them still have a foreign accent in their dress, speech and manners. And is that why we scorn them? Are they not Americans? , j - Many of them realize more fully what the Stars and Stripes mean than '. many native Americans. It means lib erty, freedom of the things that make a nation great to them and to us. f Any of them just the same as we would give their lives, money and in terests if it would help Old Glory. So, let us tell them still more of Old Glory and what it stands for, and do not turn them down, for they are our own Americans. Doing Her Bit By Lucille Grffin, Aged 12 Years, 9t. Paul, Neb. Blue Side. I, like everybody else, am trying to do my bit. I own four War stamps and seven Thrift stamps, am a member of the Junior Red Cross and am knitting for the soldiers. , We have a flag in our' school that is 10 feet long and 6 feet wide. ' It is on a flag pole 20 feet high. We take the flag down every night and put it up every morning. , ' There are only 12 pupils in" our school but we own about $55 or $60 worth of War stamps. 117-11 Jt v n .vv en, gooaoy, Busy Beet. Lives on a Farm. ' w ? By Freddie Hehner, Aged 8 Teara, Shelton, Neb., Route 2, Box 69. Blue Side. I live on a farm of 200 acres. I gs to Bluff Center school. I have three quarters of a mile to walk to school I am in the third grade. My teach, er's name is Miss Bessie Smith. . I have three sisters and two brothers. My sisters' rimes' are: Liela, Bertha and Anna. My brother's names arc Carl and Elmer. . We have a Silvertone Phonograph. I, would liks to join the Blue Side. ' I wish some of the Busy Bees would write to me. I will close. Received Prize. Dear Editor: I received the prize, for which I thank you very much. It is very interesting and I enjoy read- " kmg it. ' r .u:..t. it. -i ' .i- t m , . x luuiK me atones on uie cnuaren S page are very interesting and ; am always glad when Sunday comes so I can see-them. As I like to write stories, I will write another one. ESTHER OSTERGARD. ' PussyWillow. ' By Elvera Swanson, Aged 9 Years, 5662 South Forty-eighth Street, Omaha, Neb. Red Side. My neighbors had a kitten dressed in ' gray, And they called her "Pussy. Willow" . by the way. She wore slippers, all of white ; And a collar just as bright, And O, she was a beauty, plump and .gay , s -' '' . ' . , . ; ' I often heard their children's' voice '. hum, Calling softly, "Pussy, Pussy Willow, come. For she followed them down street On her pretty slippered feet. And they had to coax her back and take her home. '; - v This "Pussy, Pussy Willow," sleek . nd fat Was a very happy little pussy cat; She had fur as soft as silk ,,'-. And she loves to drink warm milk ' And to curl herself to sleep upon thf ' , mat, . - - - f