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FRKRUARY 1007. THE Little Busy Pops have taken such delightful trips and told them lb noch nn Intere-tlmr manner that I am very proud of them, and find It no hard to really select the two best ones each week that 1 am solng to continue to give two prizes for the best stories and the two next best I will give honorary mention. Next week will begin the original utorlos. Many have already been sent In, so each little Busy Boa must hurry and think of a subject to write about and have It In 'The Busy Bee Depi.rtmeut" by Wednesday, otherwise your story cannot go In for another week. Many of you" may find It hard" to think of anything to write about at first, to I will suggest a few subject which you may use or they may aid you In thinking of some better subject: A Broken Doll, Santa Claus, A Red Top, Our Pet Dog, A Kind Fairy, Winter, Mud Pies, The New Play House, A Lucky Day, John's New Horn, My First Party and Coasting. Some of the Busy Bees have sent In poetry, and It Is splendid. There have not' been enough of these verses, however, to use Beparately, so the editor has leclded to tisti them as they come In and award a prize every month. Now let's sec how many of us can write poetry. And now here Is something to do: Let every Busy Bee close his eyea right now, end, without looking, see if he or she can repeat the "Rules for YounR Writers." How mnny could do It the first time? Tell me next time you write whether you can repeat every single rule without making a mis take and which one Is hardest to remember. The prize winners for this week are Alice Temple, age 8. years, Lexing ton Neb., and Albert Slbbernsen, age 11 years, 140 North Thirty-first avenue, On aha. Those receiving honorary mention are Chester E. Hart, age 9 years, 305 East Seventh street, Grand Island, and Lulu Prltchard, age 12 years, .2731 Charles etreet, Omaha. Those who sent In correct answers to Sunday's rebus of January 20 wert Wilson D. Bryans, age 9 years, 2125 Spencer street, and Miss Eva M. Allen, age 10 years, York, Neb. Answer to Hunday'a Itebus of January 20. Little Miss Muffet aat on a tuffet Eating her curds and whey, When a great big spider sat down beside her And frightened Miss Muffet away. Little Fritz and By Maud XiJIf. team a Hiflo riormnn Vwi 17 a n 4 I orphan without friends. After the live with an old eailmaker in a city by the Ma. Both the old aallmaker and his old wife Ill-treated and beat little Frits, Imposing heavy Uaks upon the child and allowing him only half " enough to eat and a pallet of straw In an outhoUse to deep on. Aa the day wore on the heart of little Frits became very heavy and sad and he began to plan1 on some mode of escape. He knew that to run away meant to be over taken and beaten by his master, so he must make his escape In a different man ner, a manner in which there coutd, be no -possibility of his again falling lijto the hands of the cruel aallraaker and his ugly old frau. One day a skipper came to the tittle shop of the sallmaker to buy a new sail for hla craft. After bargaining for It he told the old salimaker that he would return with several of his sailors that evening and get the sail, which should be duly wrapped and tied In shape to be carried on board the ahlp. All day long Frits planned and planned, going about his work In such an abstracted way that the old frau fell upon him and beat bim several times. But the child did not murmur against the bad treatment on this day, bowing without begging for mercy and taking the punishment, whis pering to himself all the while: "I'll soon be away from this, so must do nothing to day to cause the old woman to have any suspicion of my intention." That evening its soon as Frits had fin ished his supper some crusts of black bread and a scrap of cheese he crept from the kitchen corner while the sail-, maker and his-wife were gay over their plentiful aupper of meat, sauerkraut, pota toes, cheese and beer, which was spread on a wide deal table near the cheerful fire place. In the enjoyment of the meal the wicked pair did not notice tbe little orphan's absence till a heavy knocking came at the shop door. Then the sell maker turned towards the dark corner where Frits always sat on the floor to par take of hla scanty fare and called out harshly: "Clo to the shop, thou young fool, and don't be all night about moving your lasy bones:" j But scarcely bad he given the order when hla eyes, searching the darkness of the corner, discovered ft empty. "Where's that fool?" he roared, leaping from the table and hurrying to the outhouse where Frits slept. But he came back Immediately, declaring that the "beggarly brat" was not to be found. "You go to the shop and I'll attend to the young fool as soon as I lay hands on Mm." paid the old woman; for the knock ing at the Khop door was becoming strenu Transformation of Carrie Lou Last week I was a little child. My art mob to my knees. They had to tuct me manners. "Thank you," aitd "If you please;" 1 bud tu ay, "Kx uk inc." If I got lu the way, I now say, "Meg your pardon," For I'm Just fourteen today. Good bye to dolls snd playthings. They interest me no more, I'm busy training my front hair To slay In pompadour: No more shall i 6" lidin' With little Bister My, Ehe's only ten. you see. and I Am Jut fourteen today. My mother's Just as busy. She sews and never stops, A-nxln' over drosses. That'll reach to my shoe tops: And I've grown out of all my waists And In mamma's am n My friends now scarcely know me einoe I've become fourteen. But with the added dignity Thar rnes with altered dresses. There's something out of harmony And much it me dintreMaa; My name you - Is Carrie Lou I'll change that it you pleaw. In keeping with my fourteen years. To Carolyn Loulee. !Tave I seen the funny papers? Wei! I should say I've not, I don't foul my precious time away A-lctkin' at such rot: The social whirl attracts me And the goamp of the stage, The affairs of grown-up people. k'at I ve reachvd a grown-up age. No fairy tales to charm me. I've outgrown all that kind. The tragedies of Shakespeare More suit my gruwiwup mlnd Y.'hl that 'bout grown-up duties! Now mother, dVar. don't scold.- ' When it comes to things of that kind, 1 dun I aMl U.ult mv old. - aiAYoLL, h'B Tf.KLE. the Sea Fairies Walkar ous, denoting the Impatience of those on the outside. The salimaker went Into the shop and un bolted the door, to find the skipper and his men there, the former in no gentle humor, seeing that he had been kept standing sev eral mlnuus. Waiting on a common sali maker was not In bis line. "Got in HImmel!" roared the skipper, en tering the shop. "Do you think to grow rich treating customers In this way, my friend?" The salimaker forgot Frits for the time and hustled about, bowing and apologising for his delay la opening the shop. The sail huge thing, all bundled up and wound round with rope was dragged front the corner by the three sailors and carried out at the order of the skipper, who stopped to pay the bill, "The heaviest sail of our size I ever helped to lift," said one of the sailors. "The old dog must have given us an exta weight In canvas." "Well, If he did he got the full prce," declared another, helping to lift the sail Into a cart that stood there for tbe pur pose. Then the last speaker sprang into the cart beside the driver and away they rattled over the cobbles towards the pier, the other two sailors waiting- outside the shop for their master. After the skipper had departed the old salimaker and his frau began a search of the neighborhood for their poor little .slave, the orphan Frits. Their tempers grew and waxed fierce as they searched in vain at this public house and that. "I'll flog him till he can't apeak when I get him again in my hands," vowed the old wife In angry tones. "I'll skin him alive," declared the furious salimaker. And so It was that little Frits had much to be thankful for that the old sinners never set eyes on him again. That night the sailors on board the "Con querer" began to unroll the new sail pre paratory to hoisting It In place of an old one. To their astonishment a little boy, half dead from suffocation, rolled from tne folds of canvas. He tried to stagger to his feet but was too weak from want of breach to do so at once. ' Many oatha of surprise went round among the sailors. Then the skipper was called, and Frits, breathing deeply and smiling at those round him, was pointed out to the mighty captain. "Ho, bo, ho! What sort of joke has the old hound played on us now?" the skipper cried merrily, liking the sweet face of Frits, with Its blue baby eyes and soft, clinging flaxen curls. "Where came you from, lad?" Frits was now feeling stronger, having Ailed his lungs with good sea air, and re plied: "I came in the sail, sir. Oh, please take me away with you, for I saw you When the Man Left the Moon A little balloon Went up in the sky; Balling and sailing Ever so high. The man in the moon Keached down his long arm; Ee!id liuld of balloon, nut did It no harm. r Then away through the air The old man did fly; Leaving the moon Alone In the sky. The moon grew so lonely. She wept and she cried; Her heart broke at last. And llieu she lust dted. And so yon may hear The earth's people say, The moon Is quite dead." But how many know, pray. ThM ber poor heart did break When ber ii.mi went away In that Utile baitoon On that far agoue day. M.W. Snow and Sleet and Ice Abound Yet Joy ' ' U 7 7 V , r - . . - - IN TCT RULES FOR YOUNG WRITERS 1. Write plainly on one side of tas paper only asd somber tbe pages. Use pen and Ink, not pencil a. short and pointed articles will be given preference. So not use over 850 words. 4. Original stories or letters only will be nsed. 5. Write your name, age and ad dress at tne top of the first page. Tlrst and second prises of books will be given for the best two con trlbntlous to this page each week. Address all communications to csn-sazm befabtxekt, v . Omaha Bee. (First Prize.) Trip to Kearney, Neb. By Miss Alice Temple, age 8 years, Lex ington, Neb. Last summer some of my friends In Kearney, named Pratts, Invited my cousins, Paul and Ruth Temple, and my brother Harold and I to come tb visit them. Mamma and papa did not like to let us go at first, but at last consented. I was very glad to go. 'When we started we had to run, for we heard a train, but when we got to the depot we found It was only a freight train. On the way I got a cinder In my eyef It hurt very much. A man to whom my brother Harold and Paul were talking helped to get It out. When we got to Kearney we looked around a little to see If Pratts were there to meet us. We could not find them, o wo Started to go up to their houne, as Harold knew the way. We had Jut taken our HKm,"i.Irr72,?Tar'TR TO HIS FKET' -HJJtr.AIii TO IK) Pi J. this morning and I knew that you would be kind In the heart. You are no bad nuin like the. old salimaker, who beat me so. And his wife beat mo, too." "But horn- did you get limlde that sail?" attked the skipper, becoming interested. "I loosened the ropes vo that I might crawl inside," explained Frits. "They were at their supper and merry with their mug of beer, so I wag not afraid they'd see me. They always sit at the Uible so long. Hut I had Just got inside ths sail when you came. Oh, but It was close in there. 1 thought I must die for want of air, sir." "Say, this omens well for us," cald the skipper. "Here's a new auil to be hoisted from which rolls as pretty a little lad as my old eyea ever beheld. We'll take him with us and he'll be our mascot. Good luck and fair weather will attend the Con querer after this." Then the Jolly old skipper ordered that some meat and drink be served to lilt "mascot" In the mate's cabin. A tiny stateroom was arranged for Frits, with a clean little bed and piiaant surroundings. At high tide that night they set sail and were soon on the bosom of the mlghty oceun. Each day the skipper had Frits with him. c hatting and telling "fish storle" to amaee the little fellow, who was at flrat quite seasick, but who soon got "on lis so legs." to quote the clJ sklpyer. Then life of both ease and employment began for Frits. He was allowed to leirn all about the management of the vessel, but never permitted to do any of the sailor a i, Ii.'tttj.Jiwhim ' : 'd i i . t i , i . v, M- . , 1 . . . T3 TOTS OV SrOItT. wraps off when the glrlH came "up with the bugtry. They said they hed been to the depot, but were too late. When they had hunted for us a while a man said he had seen us go toward their heuc, 83 they drove home as fast as they could. That afternoon there whs a base ball game. It was Kearney against Omaha; Kearney beat. The next day we had a picnic. The buggy was so crowd d that the boys had to take turns riding a bicycle. We were almost there when we had to turn back because of a coining storm. The next day we came home. - (Second Prise.) A Trip to Chicago By Albeit Slbbernsen. age 11. 140 North Thlrty-nrnt avenue, Omaha. We started about 7:30 at night and we rode all night, arriving in Chicago about 8 o'clock In the morning. I waa with my two brothers and my mother. We were met by our relations at the depot and we were taken to one of my uncle's. We got there about noon and we had our dinner. In the afternoon we went , driving on Lekcshore drive, which was not very far from my uncle's house. Along the lake there were always boys and girls and sometimes men and women fishing. We drove Into Lin coln park one day and there they had all kinds of animals, such as the monkey, seals, elephants, bears, and so on. My uncle had a summer house, which was on tho Fox river. We got there at McHenry a: noon; then we took a buggy and drove out there, for It was about two mllej. We got at the place about half past 3. I played around all afternoon. The next day I went fishing. We stayed out there two weeks and then we went home. On the 1UT WAS To NVEAK FROM WANT OF drudgery. The skipper said he ahould sonw Uuy btcomi! las male, then in ttir;i ish'iuld own the Cuni;uerur, for by and by he thi uklpiH-r would lie tdo old to attend tu his present bustnes. and It should then. fall into the hands of his "mascot," or "th waif of the sail," as the sailors soint times called Fritz. One day aa Frits sat on deck talking to the skipper h!s face was full of happiness. "Do you know why I rolled myself up in the sail 11. at nigh and allowed your sailors to carry me tifTT" he asked his good old friend, whone nature had softened wonder fully under the Influence of his little mas cot. "Well, well, my son, you liave never told me why. how should I know? Come, let s have the alory now." And t!ie skipper lighted his pipe and settled himself for Frits g story. "It's this way." began the little felluw. ' One night, after I'd had a terrible beating from the old wife, I fell asleep while cry ing In my pillow of straw, out In the cold aliod house, where barrels and odds and ends were kept. Pretty soon a soft hand wlj ed the tears from my eyes and a very te;itle voice whispered to me: "You'll soon have the opportunity to meet the tsu fair,. They'll take ou ii.u) the!r civil in the water of blue and love and feed you. No more beaiMigs nor siarvlugs will you suffer, and no more will you have to do the heavy Work that is now killing you. Come, ake up aud be of good cheer. Pray - i.. way home there had been a washout; the bridge had gone down, and If we had wanted to get home that day we would have to go clear around down by Missouri and then up home to Omaha. Eureka Springs and Kansas City By Chester K. Hart. Age 9 Years, 305 Bast Seventh Street, Grand Island, Neb. Thank you very much for printing my story. I will write a short one this time. I'm going to tell you about last summer, when mamma and I went to Kansas City and Eureka Springs, Ark. My grandpa lives In Kansas City, and he tok us to the Electric park, where there are so many allgators. They look very fierce. The-e Is one big one called Allgator Joe. He does tricks. A man gave them meat for their suppers and two alligators got to fighting over a big piece of meat. They tore it all to pieces. Mamma said that is the way they would do with me If I fell off the fence. Then I went to see the otters. They are real tame. Some of them climbed up on t.ie side of the fence to get bread and crackers from people. When they didn't get anything they would Jump Into the water as quick as a rat. We stayed In Kansas City two weeks, then we went to Eurrka Springs. I rode a horse down there out to a big rock called Pivot rock. It la about two miles from town. We stopped at all the springs to get a drink. One day we rode on a street car up to the Crescent hotel. The road Is very crooked and we passed lots of springs and people on horse back. I don't like Eureka Springs as well as Colorado Springs, because there are no burros to ride. A Visit to Red Oak, Iowa By Lulu Pritchard, Age IT Years. 21 Charles Street, Omaha. Last summer. In August, I went to Red Oak, la., a small town in southwestern Iowa, with mother and brother. A frlrnii came after me and I went Into the country for about five days while mother and my brother stayed In town. Her father has eighty acres of land, where they live, and had a real nice house. It took us about two hours to go from the town out to the farm, which is twelve miles from Red Oak. There was a creek In the pasture and the spring from which the water came was email, but very clear, s we gave It the name of Crystal spring. Most every evening wa went for the cows and took them back In the morning. We had lots of fun throwing water at each other. We had lots of fun helping with the to thy Futher In heaven to hurry tho sea fairies to you. They will come In disguise, but you will know them.' "Then I waked up, but the beautiful voice vaa gone and I did not again feel tho soft hand wiping away my tears. But my face waa dry, and I knew someone maybe an angel had been there. It was no dream, sir. Well, the very next day you came. I was in the shop scrubbing tho floor when you entered. ' A hope shot through my heart and I listened to your talk with the old salimaker. You came from the sea the eea' You looked like an ordlnnry man, but the sea tairlea were to come disguised. I made up my mind that I was to be taken uway from hsre. by you. but I also know that you did net under stand rnythlng about It. Sq I hud to flrruro out a way lu which I might put myself Into your hands without you or anyone knowing It till I wa pul on your ohlp." Frit aued, s'.nllliiK Into the storm beaten face of the old skipper. Then he bent over and touched the rough hand that waa hardened and tur-stalned. "You sro a real sea fairy, whether you I'M k It, or not, sir." The skipper rubbed his hand across hi f idtd blue eyes, but never fpoke a word. Then, brndlnff close to the child, he press d hla bps to hla fair, curly hair, rlnlng tulckly to eo ll'.it no one was witchlivf Mm. A gentle and lovini? heart was In his body of coarse exterior. "We'lO pards if not airien," lie said a few moments later. "But never tell any time else you.- story. They'd lauxli at It, maybe. Mut 1 I well, you're my little mascot." "And you're my :jea-falry father," whis pered Frds. "No, I would not tell any other person 1 bout a bout -the vision 1 had In my sleep for the world. It might break your luck and our friendship." And they smiled at each other, for a de licious secret lay in their hearts, a secret no one else mlzht 'hare. v Letter Enigma My 1st Is In little, but rot In b.g My 2d Is In hog, but not in pig My ii Is in live, but not In die. My 4th Is in lau.hter. but not In cry. My etli Is In oven! but not In bread. My th Is In bralnH, but not In head. My "th I' In eat, but not In food. My Hth Is In an-rr. but not in mood. My IHh Is In narrow, but pot in tail. My loth Is In osjii, but not in stall. My 11th Is In time, but not In li n k. My l.nh Is In bor:i , but not in stick. My loth Is In tattli, but not !ii sun. My 14th is in iltle. but not lu gun. My whole is a motto, For ail who do live: And if practiced by all 'Twould niucii bippliiess give." for Boys and ,:7 .--. ! ) . ' i TTERTff FMTLKS ON A "TVTN'Tm housework, too. My friend's mother had over forty ducks. Ducks are very cute. They paddle around In such a clumsy fashion. I also had all the apples I could eat. The Picnic By Allan Robb, age 11 years. Ixington, 1 Neb. Last summer the Sunday school bad a picnic at Buffalo creek. We went out In a hay rack. It was a very nice. day. We got out there about 11 o'clock. Then we went aflshlng In the creek. We caught about eight fish. There were lambs out at Allans. We had to go over a board to get across the creek. We played base ball aout at the picnic. The big boys ate our chicken and the small one had none. Alice climbed up Into the tree. She stepped on a rotten branch and fell down from the tree and hurt her wrist and then we went home. Ruth Among the Mormons. By Ruth Thompson, age 8 years, 2924 North Sixteenth street, Omaha, Neb. We started about five weeks after school waa out. It took us from Tuesday night till Thursday morning to get there. We then went to the hotel to papa, as he was travelling out there. We stayed at the hotel about two weeks. We then went to my aunt's. She lives out In the country. I had more fun Jumping off the hay stacks. I would go hunt the eggs and pick the wild flowers. One day we took our lunch and climbed to the top of a great big mountain to hunt flowers. One day my cousin and I went down to get tho mall by a beautiful creek that came from the mountains. We saw a chicken sitting on about twenty-five eggs. My aunt had missed these eggs. We gathered them in our aprons and surprised her. I hope to visit there next summer, so I can write for the busy Bees. Hazel on a High Building By Hasel Beldlng. Age 10 years, South Omaha, Neb. I am Interested In the Busy Bee class and have read many of the letters and thought them very nice, so I think I will write one, too. I will tell ycu of when I was In Chi cago. It takes .one day and a half. When I got there I was very tired and hungry until I got to my grandma's. My two aunts live In Chicago, too, and I was very glad to see them. I went to town with my uncle, and I went on an elevated railway and saw a building twenty-two stories high. I was nn the roof and there was a beautiful garden on top. It was all posies. I was very dizzy while I was on top. but won got over It. Well, this Is all I have to say for this time, so I will say goodbye. From De Soto to Omaha By Frances Belts. Ase Years, DeSoto, Neb. This Is the first time I have ever written to you, but I am going to J;Jn the club and am going to write you a story of a trip I made to Omaha last summqr. I had a very nice time. I went own with my uncle. We got down to Omaha at 9 o'clock at n'cht and had a mile to wnlk. "I was going down to Omnha" bad al ways been my word, and at last my mamma s-ild I could go If I would not get homesick. Well, of crurre. I s ltd I would nt. Fo I wr down with mv uncle. My grundma fid not knw'I was coming, but she knew my uncle wius comins. so It took her by surnrise. When we got there I went ahead. Phe was sitting on the lawn. I came up t her 'nnd i!d: "HVn!" P' e turned roU'-d and ask-d who I ws. T' en I told her who I was. She wa in neb. sur ri,e5 nnd didn't ever Vellev m th-n. Well, then !-he lauclirt and I'ncls Fred ca ne up and told her all about It. A Day in the Country H- William Dewey. Age Year?. Ooiaht. Howard mid I start-d out to Rn to Simp son's, on a farm In Fcnsen. Wc t ok th' Hens' n enr to the end of th" rrute and then we itil out and walked about two miles When we got there th"y were n-t there. An Illustrated Rebus f rb n irvv In! ij n Mi mm a.'V' i Girls is Found s 0 .1 MOTTCTTCTj. We went over and found them making hay In a field. TVe made hay until noon, and, then we went over to the house and ate) dinner. After dinner I saw them milk a cow. Then we went out to make hay aguln. Wherl we came heme we went out Into th tomatoe patch, and then we picked some beans. Then It waa 5 o'clock and we went home. We had an awful nice time. A Trip to Mount Vernon Ruth Zlttle, Age 12 Years, 3(115 Leaven worth Street, Omaha, Neb. I want to belong to the Busy Little BeeaL, I like the Buster Brown page best of all. When I was 9 years old my mamma and I went east to visit my aunt and uncle, who live In Washington. We stopped In Chicago to wait for our train and while we were there we saw a drowned man taken out of the Chicago river. In Washngton my aunt took us to see all the public buildings. The top of the library of congress Is of hammered gold. From Washington to Mount Vernon wa rode on a large steamer on the Potomao river. We walked to the top of tho hill where the tomb stands with an Iron bar door. The large house where Martha and George Washington had lived stands on a hill overlooking the river. There were many things In the house that had been used by the family. In the National boo there was everything to amuse children monkeys, bears, deer, fishes, alligators and every animal there Is. There were four big seals, which swam around, turning over on their backs. There were seven little ones. There were about two doien large alll gators and several small ones about fif teen Inches long that laid on the big ones backs. The snakes would slss at me If I threw my handkerchief at their cages. There were several Immense lions and polar bears, but I must not tell any mors or my letter will be too long. . Helen's First Matinee By Helen Coleage, Age 9 Years, 3U53 Par ker Street. Omaha. The Friday before .New Year'a my aunt and a friend of ours came to visit us. Ot Wednesday she took me to my first matlnae. 1 enjoyed It very much. 1 have been with my parents to, hear Innes' band at the Audi, torlum, but had never been to a matlnet before. Conundrums Why la a dentist like a man swimming In a liver He is always on the outlook for suag. When la a man's beart like a cat's slumber? When light. What Is It that Is black and white, and still Is rend (red) all over? A newspaper. When 1'.: a stream of water like a man's nose? , i When bridged. The Forest By Miss Eunice Bode, age 10 years. Falls City, Neb. I. In the forest green and cool, Where the limpid rippling pool, I'nnees In the sun's gold rays, There on drowsy summer days. II. I sit and listen and look, Reading nature like a book. LlMering to the wild bird's call. To the bre sen rise and fall. III. There In grasses gieen and s.t. Flowers liu'd their heads aloft. Violets, purple and blue. Pink and wild roses, too. IV. Oracefu! Ivy twines the trees, Feilher ferns wave In the hreese. I.uselru" strawberries red and sweety Lie in the grass at our feet. V. t'p In the oak tree so tall Is a pretty nest so small. Twined toKether with grass and hair, 'Twas made by a cunning pair. VI. Ilur soon will come a sad day, The deur blias will fly away. The flower will fad" and die. Winter winds will sadly sigh. VII Wirier snows will softly fall. Shrouding the pine tre so tall, !'! after winter co-ues spring, That flowers and birds will bring. V V""" 0 tn JR. X a-.srm