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In the Bee Hive
-TvEAR Busy Bees: They say that
you have to be like a nut to
" nave me iquirrcia iuv ywu.
that may be true. I don't know, I'm
sure, but I do know that the squirrels
like met I have a pet one) that I call
iReddy, or his tail looks like a red
. plume, in the sun.
He is the most mischievous fellow
you ever saw. He gets in the icebox
and helps himself to eggs. Of course
he can't carry them, but he pats them
with his paws until they fall on the
floor and then he laps them up and
licks his paws and mouth. He will
take sweet corn and run up the tree
' Stump and eat it and scold and scold
to keep all the other squirrels away.
, H hat tome habits that we chil
dren might copy in these times of
' thrift, for he hides all the whole nute
. he can find in the ground for winter
a time, I think all of us ought to plan
to save something from our garden
.crops for this winter, too. a -
Lovingly, MARGARET.
: Dancing Party.
Janice O'Brien gave a very jolly
party at the Field club matinee dance
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the floor just fine and smooth and as
all her guests had dancing leet.tney
enjoyed every number. Those present
'were Janice O'Brien, Katherine Alle
man, Jeannette Driebus, Edna Tubbs,
Helen Butler, Mary McMonnes, Vir
ginia Tubbs, Vance Hart, Beatrice
Ainsworth, Shirley Hart, Marion
Orllaff, Mildred Steuben, Eleanor
Kvans, Margaret Shotwell, Parke
O'Brien, Lloyd Osborne, John Hed
iand, Charles Hediand.
Home Again. , ,
Helen, Emma and Billy Hoagland
returned last week from a six weeks'
mting at Waterdale Ranch, Love
land, Colo. They had a great time
swimming in the lake and riding the
horses. Emma made friends with a
colt and when she was asked its
name, she said "I don't know," so
her uncle abbreviated the phrase and
calls the colt "Dono." Bill enjoyed
feed! ig two calves that were twins
and had nice soft black and white
noses.
- Helen spent her time riding for she
is quite an expert and rides with sad
dle or bare back. Each of the chil
dren are tanned a nice Indian shade
but don't mind it at all, as they had
a perfectly dandy timet
Knit and Dance. '
Louise and Dora Wiese, daughters
of Mr. and Mrs. J. H. Wiese, asked
a group of their girl friends out to
Happy Hollow club Thursday after
noon. ,-; They spent the time knitting
and dancing. The girls who made up
the party were: Marion Jones, Mary
Leslie, Eloise Green,., Evelyn Ban
croft, Florence Dow, Jean Dow, Mar
iorie, Dow, Enid Lindberg, Mildred
White, Doris Berry,, Lucile Ely, Lula
Miller, Arline Carncroft, Mary Gra
ham, Lillian Adams, Esther Adams
and Mrs. R. E. Wagner.
Children in War Times
. , Magnet, Neb., has bunch of pa
triotic young folks and they are help
ing fill the quota of comfort kits for
the "Sammies over there." These
kits are full of interesting things for
the comfort of the soldiers and are
really a little personal message of
good cheer and affection from home.
Some of the girls who have helped
are Jeanette Lynn, Eliza Bugenhagen,
Matilda Gillian, Florence Snygg, Mil
dred Woolston, Mary Boedeker, Edna
Williams, Ruth Johnson, Edna Daw
son, Cecilia Walton and, Helen
Bioomquist
. It s great fun to make a hospital
quilt, for even though you are not
an expert knitter you can make a
square. Many of these squares, knit
ted together make a warm and com
fortable quilt for our sick soldiers to
use. - v".'.. ...
The children of Alliance, Neb.,
made such a nice quilt and wrote
cheery little notes to the Sammies
which they put on the squares they
knit. These busy workers are: Es
ther Dedmore, Janice Wills, Goldie
Edwards, Delbert Cole, Glen Hughes,
Charles Shrewe, Lillian Suceirn, Opal
Burron, Elizabeth Malek, Emmet
Wilson, Ruth Wilson, Edward Bar
ton, Evelyn Roach, Ida Lee, Etta
Simpson, .Grace Thompspn, Bruce
Epler, . Charles -Wolfe, Raymond
Lackey,, Wayne Thompson, Ralph
Cox. Esther Floth; Leo Bayers and
Nell Gavin. :
Goat Immune to Dynamite.
A western household whs terrified
recently by the discovery that their
pet goat had eaten two sticks of dyna
mite. The animal was carefully driv
en to a safe distance, according to the
Milwaukee Free Press, and tethered
to a stake. ' But days and weeks
elapsed and the goat did not explode.
BUOY BEE SOCIETY
NOTE Busy Beet will please
end their society items to Mar
garet Shotwell, Busy Bee So
ciety Editor, care Bee office.
The Farmer
(Bong from a China Optra)
A LIFE of ease is not my lot.
Dig, dig, dig.
The weeds grow fast, the
weeds climb high.
Bie. biff. bis.
t A gentleman rides in his chair, t
T fiurlntr anting, twins' X
A lady sips tea in her silken
room,
Sing, smg, aing.
X The merchant piles his silver
high.
Rich, rich, rich.
I The tailor sits on hit table
smooth,
Stitch, stitch, stitch.
X My back is turned to rain or f
shine,
Bare. baie. bare.
f My prayer must turn the weath-
' er-vane
Fair, fair, fair.
My pigs grow thin, my debts
grow large,
Clo. mi oh atarti.
wib"I ft"f rf.
My children, cold, beg me for 4.
food, j;
i.rv. err. cry.
2 My wife is old before her time,
Old, old .old.
I My hair is thin, my handa are I
hard,
Cold, cold, cold.
(TranilaUd by Dr. William U Hall
v tor Aia.)
Don't Change Goldfish
1 , Water Too- FVeuently
Do not get the impression that the
water must be changed frequently in
an aquarium, says Edward F. Bige
low in Boys' Life. Experts with
an aquarium rarely change the water,
but when they do they filter it and
return it to the tank. .
I have an aquarium in which the
water has remained unchanged for
about ten years, and another bright
and clear, with plants growing luxu
riantly in it with the water un
changed for nearly six years. Even
an aquarium in a small open-mouthed
bottle may be continued tor several
months.
The secret of success is to keep the
aquarium, whether large or small,
covered with a pane of glass to pre
vent too rapid evaporation and the
access of noxious gases and dust. Fish j
and the microscopic animals do not
breathe our air. They breathe the air
dissolvedi in the water. That should
be furnished by the aquatic plants
which throw off the oxygen needed.
When an aquarium requires con
stant "puttering," there is something
wrong with Jt. The better the ' bal
ance" between plant and animat life
in the aquarium, the less care does
it need.
CAMPFIRE GIRLS ADOPT
.. NURSES
A movement has started among the
145 Camp Fire groups in Chicago for
each group of girls to "adopt" a Red
Cross nurse in Europe, just as so
man soldiers have been adopted" by
warm-hearted patriots on this side of
the water. The Ked Cross in Chi
cago has welcomed the innovation
with enthusiasm and is working in
harmony with the Camp Fire Girls.
Many of the noble women who are
Red Cross nurses in active service in
Europe have no families. But they
have needs for their patients and
themselves which cannot be filled in
little French towns. The Camp Fire
Girls will send her "the things she
can't get," whether they be handker
chiefs, towels, necessary toilet arti
cles, dainties for convalescents, or
something else. 1
The Red Cross authorities are of
the opinion that it will be of distinct
psychological benefit to the "big sis
ter" over there to be able to write
-TO-l-2T1,n
By LAURA BANCROFT
Copyrlrht. 1111. by Rain , Brtttoa Co.
CHAPTER VI.
Prince Nimble.
ffOOD graciousl" said ths lit
it tie girl, looking around her;
"I'm as good as lost in this
strange place, and I don't know in
what direction to go to get home
again."
So she sat down on the grass and
tried to think which way she had
come; and which way she ought to
return in order to get across the
gulch to the farm house.
"If the Rolling Stone was here, he
might tell me," she said aloud. "But
I'm all alone." .
"Oh, no, you're not," piped a small,
sweet voice. "I'm here, and I know
much more than the Rolling Stone
does." :, - .,. ,
Twinkle looked this way and then
that,, very carefully, in order to see
who had spoken, and atast she dis-
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KATHERINE AND
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EVELYN
This is a picture of Katherine and
Evelyn Larimer, twins. They are 254
years old and no one can tell ihem
apart but their own mother and father,
and even they have to look closely
to distinguish them. Katherine and
Evelyn are very popular on Laurel
avenue, where they live.
They are sociable little girls and
make polite calls on the neighbors,
always taking their little red chairs
with them, because grown talks
chairs are far too big for such little
girls. They converse politely while
calling, but their hosts cannot under
stand what it is all about, for the
young ladies are not able yet to
speak very plainly, but their calls are
enjoyed in spite of that small de
tail. One day one of the twins fell down
while crossing the street. It was
early evening, and the men in the
neighborhood were most of them cut
ting grass on the lawns or enjoying
the cool breeze after the sun went
down, and in a moment a dozen of
them were rushing, out to save the
unfortunate twin from possible acci
dent under automobile wheels. There
was quite a crowd around her and
she seemed to appreciate her popular
ity, for she laughed and nodded and
talked to all of them, though no one
knows yet whether it was Katherine
or Evelyn who was saved by the
neighbors.
to her "little sister" over here, and
no one who hasn't lived and worked
in the war zone knows just how much
a letter from home means. This move
ment is expected to extend to all the
100,000 Camp Fire Girls in the United
States, and as there are 6,500 Camp
Fire groups, that many Red Cross
nurses on the other side may have an
available resource of which they nev
er dreamed on which to call for "the
things they can't get."
Party at Grandmother's.
John Hedlund.bf Fergus Falls,
Minn., and Elloise Barnhart, the
grandchildren of Mrs. John Barn
hart, had a party at their grandma's
last Tuesday. They had lots of fun
with their little friends who were:
Helen Butler, Marie Schwartz, Janice
O'Brien, Mary McMorris, Arline
O'Brien, - Eloise Barnhart, Adelle
Barnhart, Marjorie Tillitson, Charles
Hediand, John Hediand, Herbert
Schwartz Lloyd Osborne, Elloit Mc
Clure anci Robert Powell.
Kaiser Bill went up the hill
To take a look at France,
Kaiser Bill came down the hill
With bullets in his pants I
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covered a pretty grasshopper perched
upon a long blade of grass nearby.
"Did I hear you speak?" she in
quired,
Yes," replied the grasshopper.
"I'm Prince Nimble, the hoppiest
hopper in Hoptown."
"Where is that?" asked the child.
"Why, Hoptown is near the bottom
of the gulch, in that thick patch of
grass you see yonder. It's on your
way home, so I d be plased to nave
you visit it."
"Won't I step on some of you?"
she asked.
"Not if you are careful," replied
Prince Nimble. "Grasshoppers don't
often get stepped on." We're pretty
active, you know."
"All right," said Twinkle. "I'd like
to see a grasshopper village."
"Then follow me, and .I'll guide
you," sd Nimble, and at once he
leaped from the blade of grass and
landed at least six feet away.
Twinkle got up and followed,
keeping her eye on the pretty Prince,
who leaped so fast that she had to
trot to keep up with him. Nimble
would wait on some clump of grass
or bit of rock until the girl came up,
and then away he'd go again.
"How far is it?" Twinkle once ask
ed him.
"About a mile and a half," was the
answer; "we'll soon be there, for you
are as good as a mile, and I'm good
for the half-mile."
"How do you figure that out?" ask
ed Twinkle.
"Why, I've always heard that a
miss is as good as a milt, and you're
a miss, are you not?"
"Not yetr she answered; "I'td only
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Bad, Bad Blue Jay.
By Helen Abraham, Aged 13, Schuy
ler. Neb., R. 3. Box 62.
I will write a story about the dread
ful jay and how he destroyed two
happy families. One day while I was
out with my baby sister a pair of
happy orioles were flying around a
big elm tree, where- a pair of spar
rows made their happy home. The
orioles were .flying and chirping
merrily. They were selecting a safe
place for their beautiful home. I
watched them for a while.
The next day I, found they had be
gun their home. . In a few days a
beautiful nest was hanging on the
branch.
The mother oriole was sitting on
her tiny eggs and in three weeks there
were four hungry mouths to be fed,
Tiiey all lived happy, till one morning
I got up real early and went out 01 the
house and heard the shrill cry of the
jay by the elm tree. In a little while
the sparrows began to make a big
noise. I ran up to the elm tree to see
what was the trouble and when I got
there what do you think I saw? It
was the jay, perched on a branch by
the oriole's nest. He had taken two
.of the babies and had them torn to
pieces. The parent orioles were cry
ing mournfully. When I saw what he
did I began throwing sticks at him and
chased him away. Now there were
only two babies left the parent orioles,
which were once the happiest pair of
birds, but were now the saddest piar,
and the sparrows' nest was all torn up
and I don't know if they had some
thing in it or not. I shall never try
to protect a blue jay.
(Honorable Mention.)
Belgian Bertha.
By Ruth Fye, Aged 12 Years, Te
kamah, Neb.
In France, near the line which
separates France from Belgium, a lit
tle French girl lives, whose name is
Bertha. Bertha is 10 years old.
Bertha has two sisters younger
than her. Her mother works in a
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Miss Ruth Staklcr of Honolulu and two kiddie pupils of her swimming
class of boys and girls in San Francisco. Miss Stakler la acting as a swim
ming instructor to a large class of 'Frisco girls and boys. She is an expert
at the Australian crawl stroke, and is expected to come east soon to enter
races here.
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a little girl. But papa will be sure
to miss me if I don't get home to
supper."
' CHAPTER VII.
The Grasshoppers' Hop.
Twinkle now began to fear she
wouldn't get home to supper, for the
sun started, to sink into the big
prairie, and in the golden glow it left
behind, the girl beheld most beauti-
ful palaces and castles suspended in
the air just above the pollow in
which she stood. Splendid banners
floated from the peaks and spires of
these magnificent buildings, and all
the windows seemed of silver and all
the roofs of gold.
"What . city is that?" she asked,
standing still, in amazement.
"That isn't any city," replied the
grasshopper. "They are only Castles
in the Air very pretty to look at,
but out of everybody's reach. Come
along, my little friend; we're almost
at Hoptown."
So Twinkle walked on, and before
long Prince Nimble paused on the
stem of a hollyhock and said: '
"Now, sit down carefully, right
where you are, and you will be able
to watch my people. It is the night
of our regular hop if you listen. you
can hear the orchestra tuning up."
She sat down, as he bade her, and
tried to listen, but only heard. a low
whirr and rattle like the noise of a
beetle's wings.
"That's the drummer," said Prince
Nimble. "He is very clever, indeed."
"Good graciousl It's night," said
Twinkle, with a start. "I ought to be
at home and in bed this very minute."
"Never mind." said the grasshop
ptf, "you can sleep any time, but this
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HO SPACE TO POTT
The Busy Bee editor regrets
that lack of space made it impos
sible to print the very excellent
letters and stories received this
week from the following:
France Jone, Wlnntbafo. Neb.
Hnphla Kopke, Bennington Neb. V
Elizabeth t'arniworth, Uarnd laland, V
Nrb. Y
Pearl Mathewt, Oxford, Neb. T
Elliabeth Skinner, Herman, Neb. T
Irene Moller, Atlantic, la. T
Ora MoUer, Atlantic, la. T
George Hanejr, Ittalng City, Neb. T
Helen Ahlemeler, Fremont, Neb. Y
Kathryn Kills, Weeping Water, Neb. T
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hospital near, while her father was
killed in the battle of Vimy Ridge.
She takes care of her little sisters
and keeps house while her mother
works.
Bertha lives where she can hear
the big guns, and where the wounded
are brought to the hospital.
She is a very dutiful child and does
not complain.
Bertha is also very polite and has
said when the war is over she hopes
to come to America.
She is the little French orphan
whom the Presbyterian Juniors
adopted. They will provide food and
clothes 'till the war is over.
Gertrude'i Birthday Party.
By Dorothea Diamond, Aged 10
Years, McCook, Neb.
Gertrude's .parents were very rich
and thought Gertrude was rather
spoiled. She stayed with her maiden
aunt, who loved her, but didn't caress
her, for she thought it spoiled chil
dren. Gertrude's mother was a Red Cross
nurse over in France, her father was
a major in France, also.
Gertrude was sitting in the window
seat when a sharp, shrill voice said:
''Gertrude, Oh I that child is sitting
in the window seat again."
"How many days before my birth-
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is our annual ball, and it's a great
privilege to witness it." '
Suddenly the grass all around them
became brilliantly lighted, as if from
a thousand tiny electric lamps.
Twinkle looked closely, and saw that
a vast number of fire-flies had formed
a circle around them, and were il
luminating the scene of the ball.
In the center of the circle were as
sembled hundreds of grasshoppers, of
all sizes. The small ones were of a
delicate green color, and the middle
sized ones of a deeper green, while
the biggest ones were a yellowish
brown.
But the members of the orchestra
interested Twinkle more than any
thing else.. They were seated upon
the broad top of a big toadstool at
one side, and the musicians were all
beetles and big-bugs. A fat water
beetle played a bass fiddle as big
and fat as himself, and two pretty
ladybugs played the violins. A scarab,
brightly colored with scarlet and
black, tooted upon a long horn, and
a sand-bettle made the sound of a
drum with its wings. Then there
was a colcopto, making shrill sounds
like a flute only, of course, Twinkle
didn't know the names of these
beetles, and thought they were all
just "bugs."
When the orchestra began to play,
the music was more pleasing than
you might suppose; anyway, the
grasshoppers liked it, for they com
menced at once to dance.
The antics of the grasshoppers
made Twinkle laugh more than once,
for the way they danced was to hop
around in a circle, and iumo over
each other, and then a lady grass-
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day? What kind of a birthday party
will it be?" interrupted Gertrude.
"That js just what I wanted to
talk about," said Gertrude's aunt.
"You are expecting rich pastries
for your party, but I have decided
to give just plain wholesome food."
"It isn't a party," said Gertrude, as
a pout spread over her face.
I'But it will be a Red Cross party,"
said her aunt.
"How lovely," cried Gertrude.
For the next few days before
Gertrude's birthday she was not al
lowed to go into the dining room or
kitchen. Mysterious packages were
taken into the dining room. Gertrude
knew there was to be a grand sur
prise. At last the great day arrived, the
guests flocked into the dining room
and there was many Ohs and Ahs,
for the room was decorated with
red crosses and flags, the table cloth
was a great American nag, the cake
had 12 red candles on it in the shape
of a Red Cross. They had lemonade,
red. white and blue ice cream and
little cookies representing the glor
ious American nag and Red Crosses.
For a souvenir the boys got a
statue of a soldier and the girls got
a Red Cross nurse and all went home
happy.
That night Gertrude leaned her
head on her aunt's shoulder and said
that it was the best party she had
ever had.
Doing Her Bit
By Breta Pape. Creston, Neb.
Dorothy Johnson was an orphan
living with her Aunt Jane. Dorothy's
mother had died when she was a baby
and her father had died recently in
the war.
But because her father and mother
were both dead she didn't sit around,
but asked her aunt if she couldn't
have a little garden of her own. Her
aunt said she could but instead of a
little garden she got a large one.
Dorothy planted and cared for her
garden with great care.
Soon she had a lot of vegetables.
Then she took the vegetables and
sold them. With the money she got
for the vegetables she bought Thrift
stamps.
One day when her cousin, Harry
Ranold, was visiting, Dorothy was
just going up stairs when her cousin
came running down stairs. He
bumped into Dorothy and threw her
down stairs, hurting her spine and
she was sent to the hospital. But she
did not quit working for the soldiers
even though she was strapped to the
bed, but knitted. When her body hurt
and her arms ached from knitting she
just thought of her father and other
wounded soldiers and how much they
needed the things.
In this way time passed a lot quick
er than if she would have fretted and
whined and instead of making the
worst of things she made the best of
things.
So soon she was well again and
could work again in her garden.
Quilt for Red Cross.
By Elizabeth Gimple, Aged 10 Years,
2428 South Seventeenth
Street, Omaha.
, I am writing to you because you
seem to be pretty busy and I am
the same. It is Tuesday and I am
going to the Red Cross club this aft
ernoon. We are very busy making
a quilt for the Red Cross and we are
quite proud of it. I have a name for
the club and will tell you next time I
write if they take it. If I see my
letter in print, I will surely write
again. My letter ' is getting 'pretty
long, so I will close. Goodby and
good luck to you Dear Busy Bees.
Escapes Germans.
By Constance Almy, Aged 11, West
omt. Neb.
In a little town in Belgium, where
the sun shines bright and war is
never thought of, lived a little girl
named Ann. She and her mother lived
peacefully. One day Ann went to feed
the chickens. She heard a noise. She
did not think much of that but went
on with her work. The noise seemed
closer. Ann became frightened. She
AstonlsMnS Adventures
hopper and a gentleman grasshopper
would take hold of hands and stand
on their long rear legs and swing
partners until it made the girl dizzy
just to watch them.
Sometimes two of them would leap
at once, and knock against each
other in the air, and then go tum
bling to the ground, where the other
dancers tripped over them. She saw
Prince Nimble dancing away with the
others, and his partner was a lovely
green grasshopper with sparkling
black eyes and wings that were like
velvet They didn't bump into as
many of the others as some did, and
Twinkle thought they danced very
gracefully indeed.
And now, while the merriment was
at its height, ( and waiter-grasshoppers
were passing around refresh
ments that looked like grass seeds
covered with thick molasses, a big
cat suddenly jumped into the circle.
At once all the lights went out, for
the fire-flies fled in every direction,
but fn the darkness Twinkle thought
she could still hear the drone of the
big bass fiddle and the flute-like trill
of the ladybugs.
The next thing Twinkle knew, some
one was shaking her shoulder..
"Wake up, dear," said her mother's
voice. "It's nearly supper time, and
papa's waiting for you. And 1 see
you haven't picked a single blue
berry." ' ,
"Why, I picked 'em all right," re
plied Twinkle, sitting up and first
rubbing her eyes and then looking
gravely at her empty tin paiL "They
were all in the pail a 'few minutes ago.
I wonder whatever became of them I"
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listened longer. Soon men on horse
back came galloping over the hills.
Ann saw it was German officers. She
told her mother and they both fled to
the cellar. The Germans never saw
Ann and her mother.
Have Garden Club.
By Elsie Bowman, Aged 13 Years,
Tekamah, Neb.
I enjoy reading the children's page
very much.
I will tell you about our garden
club. We will all be in Eighth grade
next year.
I am president of our club. Elmer
Russell is secretary. Our club is di
vided into two sides. The side that
has the lowest percentage in the looks
of their garden at the end of garden
time, have to entertain the other aide.
We have a captain for each side.
They are both girls, their names be
in Elizabeth and Lola. I am on
Elizabeth's side. We also have a
guardian. Her name is Miss Russell.
We all like her very much.
There are eight girls and eight
boys in the club. We have had one
weinie roast, which we enjoyed very
much.
We have learned many songs. I
was singing one of the songs to my
self the other day, when I happened
to think of some words that will go
to the tune of "Keep the Home Fires
Burning," very nicely.
Here is the song:
Keep tbe Home Guard aerrlnr,
For our Uncle 8am,
Although tbey hav a duty.
They dream of Franc.
Tbey muit keep on (ervlnf,
For the Hun I lurking,
They must keep their truat In Ood.
Our brave "Home Guards" would
like to hear from some of the readers.
To Heln Allies.
By Billie Bennett, Aged 9, 929 D
street, Fairbury, Neb.,
Blue Side.
Once a boy about 12 years old was
given money to go to a foot ball
game. He was cleaning the yard
when his father gave him the money.
He went out into the yard to finish
his work in the morning so he could
go early.
While he was working he lost his
money. Oh, how badly he felt. He
told his mother and she said she was
awful sorry, but they couldn't give
him any more. So he went back very
sad to his work.
While he was burning some grass
he saw something glittering and it
was his money 1 Ohl my, he was so
tickled.
But he didn't spend his money for
the foot ball game I should say notl
His sister had been telling him about
thrift stamps and war savings stamps
and how they would help Uncle Sam,
win the war, so he sacrificed going to
the big foot ball game and bought
thrift stamps. Have any of you Busy
Bees made any sacrifices to help the
allies?
Ruth's War Garden.
By Violet Irene Rydlund, Aged 10,
Funk, Neb., Box 101. Blue Side. ,
Ruth was a girl of 12 years old,
daughter of a rich man. Ruth loved
her country and was anxious for the
Americans to win the war. So one
day she asked her father to buy some .
Liberty bonds and war savings stamps
and give money to the Red Cross. But
what did Ruth do? She asked if she
could go down-town and buy some
seeds to make a war garden. Her
father said she could. So she went
down town and got some seeds. When
she reached home she fixed her gar
den and. hoed and watered it. When
the things were big enough she sold
them and received a lot of money.
That way she bought some war sav
ings stamps with the money. I wish
some of the Busy Bees would write
to me.
Patriotic Miss.
By Georgia Swiggart, Aged 13, Elva,
Neb.
Dear Busy Bees: My mother and I
live on a ranch in the east part of
Grant county.
My father died March 27. My moth
er and I are alone. '
I have one brother that I expect
will have to go to war.
I am doing my bit to help get the
kaiser. I have joined the war saving
stamp society and buy a thrift stamp
each month. My mother is secretarv
of the society.
I have bought one war saving stamp
and eight thrift stamps, besides what
I am supposed to buy each month.
My mother also has a fine garden,
which will help to whip the kaiser.
If I see my letter in print I will
write again and try to do better
not (AT mE -I
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older, people!
PICKLES HAVE LITTLE POOO VALUE,!
hei which is likco ey many.
9rlOULO HOT BE blvEHTO CHkv
DM
Pickles are great when done right.
and the right way ia told in a free
book the National War Garden Com
mission of Washington will send fat
A two-cent stamp for postage, .