THE OMAHA SUNDAY REE: FEBRUARY 17. 1007.
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When Day is Gone and Play is Done Books Help.Oul in Winter's Fun
THE BUSY BEES hate done bo very well with their letters and stories
that the editor thinks It would be nice If we might know each other
better. Of course, most of us live too far apart to really get ac
quainted, but It is possible for some of ns to soe each other. Can't
tome of the boys and girls send In their photographs? Suppose w
begin with those who have written the prize stories. I am sure we would all
like to know how these Busy Ileos look. If you will mall the pictures to th
editor of the Children's Department they will be returned to you In good Con
dition as soon as they have been used. Be sure and write your name and
address plainly and in ink, on the back of the picture. '
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So many letters have come In that they cannot all be used, there not
being room, so the editor will use the best of them, and If your story is not
used this week, look for it next week. Some of the good stories we are sav
ing, and will use later on, so do not be discouraged if your letter is not pub
lished at once, but send us another one'.
Both the prize stories and the two winning honorable mention this week
were written by children outside of Omaha. Margaret Porter, aged 14, of
Plattsmouth, gets the first prize and Eva Allen, aged 11, of York, gets
the second, and Stanley Ive, aged 13, of Council Bluffs, and Clara Lundberg,
aged 10, of Fremont, honorable mention.
Artie and His
By Mud
RTIB not a great, fine "Teddy
Bear" for a birthday present, a
bear that looked so real that
sometimes Artie had half a mind
to run away from him, fearing
the fellow had come to life and that he fore wc are ready to return to the con
might take It Into his bear pnte to hug his fines of the town."
young master to death. But Artie was a As Teddy Bear made this long and
brave little chap for his seven years and threatening speech Artie felt his heart
determined one day to never let Fear con- pounding Inside his warm little Jacket, and
quer him again. Bo taking his Teddy his poor knees knocked together till they
bear out for a walk, he said to him as ached from the severe contact with each
they ambled along on the outskirts of a other. Oh, to be at home again In his
great park: mother's arms, the safest place on the
'Ted, I'm not going to be afraid of you. eartn ArtIe thought now. . v
nor of anything hun.an nor animal again. "Com- et mov on yu- ah." said
I'm going to be brnve. and if It comes to TcJd5r Bw- leaping from the bench to
the pinch I II fight before 1 11 run." th ground and turning his gleaming eyes
. on Artie. Then he opened his mouth, show
Ted made no response, but from the ex- Jn(f twQ row of wht- harp teeth UppM
presslon of his eyes Artie knew he was om egr forwar an wInkwJ an ey bc,d,y
not only surprised at M young master's nQ hMglBK back frlend. Be g
become 90 courageous. A bear, you know,
Is always brave, and Ted-while he was
Uui . ioy .e..uw-.mu w. rr. -r
stlnct In his makeup. At the factory where
no v. niKuo m nuiKiunu u.u.inj no imu
tried to bite him while he was putting In
Ms teeth. And again, while Ted was
ly.ng on . u.g pLR.nB .m, tuu... u uo
boxed for shipment, he was on the point
ot hugging a pretty little girl who hap-
pened to come past him. Indeed, all who
were acquainted with this particular
Teddy Bear" declared that he was a most
ferocious fellow, not really safe to be at
Urgo-
Artie and Ted went along a path leading
into the edge of the big park. Many chll-
dren were out there playing, for the day
was fine for the last of February, the sun
Shining and the wind still. Artie and Ted
hod not gone very tar when they came
to a, bench that stood on the warm, sunny
side of a long park building. Here it was
almost like summer, and Artie, being a. bit
tired, suggested to his companion that they
take a bit of rest before proceeding fur-
ther. Ted was not averse to sitting down
In the warm sunshine, for all bears, young
and old, real and toy. love the sunshine.
In that they are like children.
Bo, down they sat on the bench close
to a clump of leafless shrubs that shielded
them from the view of the casual passersby.
Artie, being a companionable little fellow.
,began to talk to his new 'friend and pos-
wsslon. Teddy Bear.
1'How would you have liked being a
-v 11. r-e-a-i live bear what can eat people
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up 1 no uuu 01 me sueni leuow Desiile
Mm. Ted did not reply in words, but
Artie vowed he saw him move one of his
ears and wink an eye, showing his relish
of the idea that he might be "real and
Vest people up." Artie felt a little shiver
I Vin through him at this unexpected dem-
i wtratloh from Ted. But he remembered
guo4 resolve not to feel afraid any
V aiil taking hold of Ted's oftendlna-
V aifl taking hold of
re tld:
W, ITed, don't try to
feuknow.' I'm your
y! bought you for m;
..lid:
get funny with
your master. I am.
my birthday pre-
nil you mustn't do anything what
iem! frighten me. Do you heer,
irr
"1 hear, friend," answered Ted. For a
second Artie thought he must be dream-
ing. but looking at Ted he decided that he
waa very wide awake. Then he almost
fell oIT the bench In his mingled astonish-
ment and-shall I tell it? FEAR! Yes.
the expression of Ted's eyes and the move-
ment of his care and jaws were quite
enourh to make Artie tremble and feel
afraid, AFRAID!
"Slop!" 'be commanded in a voice he
trW tit make Arm. but whlrh hmA ta.
xfcrafd quaver in It. "Stop trying to be-
have as though you were alive. Don't
you know I don't want you' to be real? I
want you Just as you were when papa
bought you at the toy shop. So don't,
d-o-n-'-t do that again, or I'll take you
rlnht home. Do you understand?"
"I understand. Master Artie, but I don't
know that I'm In the mood for obeying.
Fact Is. I'm no sissy bear; I'm a fellah
with nerve and Hght In me. Do you re-
member, young chap, the person I'm
named for? Aha, don't you give me any
Teddy Bear
Walker
.orders! I know what I'm shout. Now,
get oh youc pegs and come into the words
with me. I'm going to show you the meUt
I'm made of. We'll likely have many
strange and blood-curdling encounters be-
or withdraw to the nursery again."
Artln flt a hliiah ir.n tin Aver Ms rniintf
chefk8 To thu made f d
a bear-was too
fturt h(a prIde
much. It
"I'm not In the nursery now, If you
pleaKe. sir," he remonstrated, trying to put
on a brave face. "I haven't been there
for twQ yearg rm Myen 0,d j am
BEVBN! Do you hear that. Teddy BearT"
..w, you afTal(J of adventura
aa a llttIe of flvei.. mned Ted. again
wlnklng tntt awfu, eye. wprent
you.d t a mov, on you and come aong
wlth me- No you.r, a ,ort of ,lrl.boy.
the kind that likes to sit in mamma's lap
and hear falry .to,.,,,. Ah x know y0ur
Vlnd geared, afraid! COWARDS!"
Vm a COward," declared Artie, al-
mogt ber1nnng to cry. "I am a brave boy
mamma say, so."
-prove it to me," said Ted drwly. "Come
nto th, WOods with me and learn how
t0 NOT AFRAID.'
"But-but-I'm hungry." faltered Artie,
trytnK to find some excuse for going home,
"suppose we go home, first and have some
mnk and cakes; then to the-the woods,
,fJP you still want to go hunting danger."
-No, we go to the woods first, then, like
th, hUnr, of old, after our adventures,
w,n return to our home and enjoy our
meal as we tell those who gather about
, , the wonders of our hunt." declared
Ted. emphatically. "Either you go with
me now. or I'll think you a lltUe sissy, a
SCARED BOY. Understand f
Artla got down from the bench as If to
accompany Ted into the woods. But all
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th. wh in ha had It In bis mind In a-4v
the bear the slip and run for home as faar
as his legs which still trembled eo could
p.rry him. "All right. Teddy Bear." he
said In a faint voice. "Tou lead the way
and 111 try-try-to follow. But mind "
He had meant to say "Don't lead me Into
any danger," but he saw the look of scorn
,n Ted s eyea and did not complete the
.entPne. "Go on." he commanded, falter.
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"You take the lead young fellah." ordered
Teddy Bear, in a commanding voice. "Oo
straight toward that wooded hill to our
lft. Don't follow the beaten nath there' ra
no adventures to be found in beaten paths
hut take through the underbrush and dead
leaves. Ten to one we'll And a panther or
a Hon before we've gone many miles,
Then we'll have some excitement,
It will be the best one, win.' We'll have to
fight with all that's In us."
Artie heard the words of Teddy Bear as
though they had been thundered from the
heavens. Panther! Lion! Fight! He fe't
his little round cheeks grow cold and his
heart thumping against bis warm little
jacket. What waa this awful bear going
m n Kim intnt Oh. that hla una had
given him a toy engine or an express
wagon Instead of this animal! If he ever
got safely home again he'd See to It that
this Teddy Bear should be given away, yes,
given a-w-a-y.
Not daring to run homeward now, Artie
turred in the direction of the wooded Mil
Ted had pointed out as their destination,
His legs cramped and ached as he dragged
himself through the weeds and dead leaves
that Impeded his progress. At every turn
he watched for a chance to escape from
his follower, but not orce did Ted leave his
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READING
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paper only and. number tin pages.
0. Use pen and ink, not pencil
3. Short and pointed article, will
toe given preference. So not nse over
850 words.
- 4. Original stories or letter only
wUl be used.
6. Write you name, age and ad
dress at the top of the first page.
rirst and second prises of books
will be given for the best two con
tribution to this page each week.
Address all communications to
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Omaha Bee.
(First Prite.)
Scamp and Daisy
By Marguerite Porter, .Aged 14
Plattsmouth, Neb.
Years,
My master's brother Charles has a kitten.
She is a very young one and does not
know how to behave herself.
When I was a pug-puppy I was quite
bad. But I have learned to behave my
self. When Charles first got this kitten she
was very ill-mannered, and often scratched
me. He calls her Daisy. She Is white and
black. The first thing she did was to put
up her back at me. I knew this was wrong
and determined to teach her better.
I went up to speak to her, and what do
you think she did! '
Why sho flew at me and scratched me
on the nose. I did not look at her for the
next two days.
Then she said I was cross, and one day,
when I was aaleep, she came up and be-
gan to play with my tall. I Just wagged
it ever so hard, and it hit her and knocked
her down. Then she found out that I was
somebody. Since that time we have been
good friends.
Whenevr my master spoke to me Daisy
would mew.aa loud as she could. I told
her-"children must be seen and not heard,"
and the next time he spoke she only sat
and looked on.
In a few days I will give her some les
sons In talking loud and singing at her
meals.
When she grows up I think she will be
a model cat. Anyhow, her manners will
be good.
(Second Prize.)
A Snow Man
By Eva M. Allen. Aged 11, York.
With the first snow fall some
playmates and I went out to play.
Neb.
of my
A man
soon came along with a very hit; sleigh
and said,
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"Do you children want a slelgii
heel, nor turn away his gleaming eyes.
And whenever Artie turned towards hlm
he was moving that ear backward and
forward and winking an eye. Oh, whut
could he do? What would happen to him?
Just at this moment a rustle was hea.d
in the brush at their side. nnd. looking
In the direction from which It cume, Artie
saw to his horror a pair of great rolling
yes glaring at him. Then ha heard a
True Story of the Cherry Tree
When our dead George Washington
Was just a little boy.
Ills father gave to hlm one day
A little hatchet-toy.
mLlttle
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ride?" Of course we said yes and cjimbed
In. There was just enough room.
After a time we came to a very steep
hill. Wo said to the man, "Let us out for
we want to make some snow men here."
The man said, "Alright," so we climbed
out. One little girl Just fell out, but it
didn't hurt her. After a little time one
little girl said she was going to roll her
snow man s head down the hill. So we
thought we would do the same thing, but
when the first boy rolled his down he fell
on top of It aijd went head first.
, Of course we had a laugh. After laugh-
lng a lot I finished my snow man. After
that not one of us tried to go down that
hill. After a little while all the snow men
were finished. Before we went home the
boys knocked them all down; we girls were
so mad we would not speHk to those boys'
for a month.
jne sainu man came along alter us.
He
said: "Where are the snow men I
thought you children were going to make?"
The boys were ashamed and hung their
heads in shame.
(Honorable Mention.)
In Quarantine Long . Time
By Stanley Ive, Aged 13 Years, Council
Bluffs.
Some days ago we were In quarantine,
and If anybody thinks It Is easy for a
healthy playful boy to stay In the house,
I will tell you it Is not. I can now feel
more sorrow for a man that Is sent to
prison. When I heard and saw the boys
outside coasting down the hill I felt blue,
The great trouble I and my younger sister
had was to amuse ourselves. We would
get tired of the same kind of games over
and over again, and I am sorry to say
we often found occasion to quarrel. I
cleaned my gun several times, fixed my
Dieycie, made sleds, ana tnea to nelp my
mother In the "housework. What a Joyful
day It was when the yellow card was off
the house. As I had not been sick myself,
I felt like a bird who had Just escaped from
his cage.
(Honorable Mention.)
Elsie's Troubles
By Clara Lundberg. Aged 10 Years, Fre
mont, Neb. ,
Once upon a time there was a girl named
Klsle. She was a pretty girl, with beau
tiful curls, but was very careless and forgetful-.
One day rh was sent to town and her
mother told her to be sure and not forget
to order the groceries. Elsie promised she
would not. On her way she met some of
her frltndfc and went with them, fnrg'ttlng
all alxHit what her mother had told hr.
As blia came by a barb wire fence she
climbed over, teailng her dress. Now It
low growl and could see a long tall beat
ing the bushes. The panther! Now it wo
fight or die! Maybe both!
, "At him and hit him In the oft eye!
whispered that awful Ted behind Artie.
"If you get the worst of It. young fellah,
I'll crime to your rescue, lie's not eou:i!
to both of us. He n-ay finish one of us;
but not both of us."
Artie's legs gave way beneath him. Hs
Out Inta the garden green
Little George dM run.
And with hatchet new did cut
Weeds and sticks for fun.
N'W, there In ths garden grew
A sprouting cherry tree;
Little Georce beholding It,
Said: "There's the thing for me
"To try my hi and new hatchet on.'
And oh! so sad to say
He raised the hatchet In the air
And quickly biased away.
But when he saw his hatchet had
Cut the tree asunder
He paused and at the ruin looked.
And then began to wonder
What Ms father, stern, would say
When he should run and tell
That In a thoughtless moment
tic the cherry tree did fell.
But little Oorgo was a brave lad;
lie did nut tide nor cry;
But to his parent went and said:
"Father, I cannot lie!
"I've felled the little cherry treei
' So, w hip me If you roust'
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was nearly t o'clock and her mother went
to look for her. When they found her she
was to dirty that they were surprised to
see her. They tcok her home and sent her
to bed, warning her not to be so careless
or forgetful.
Diy after day ElBla would do Just as her
mother had forbidden her. And her mother
told lirt Unit some day something awful
wculd happen. Not long after this. ElaNs
was silting writing, her mother had none
out for a walk, Candles were burning on
the table. She laid her head down on the
table, bo near tho candles that her hair
caught fire. She Jumped up and screamed
loudly, running out Into the open rlr, and
her hair burning. Neighbors canio to help
her, but her curia were grfie. So Elsie re
membered her mother's words and prom
ised to be better after this.
My Pet Monkeys '
By Sadie B. Finch, A(red 9 Years, 1815 Fifth
Avenue, Kearney, Neb:
When I was 6 years old my papa went
to Chicago and bought mc a monkey for
a pet. I named him Jocko. He was very
cute and mischievous. He liked bananas
Bnd bread and mjlk. We took the tcp off
or my iby buggy and put a large wire
cafre on ,t for him. Then we could wheel
hlm around like a little bnby. He wore a
collar with a chain fasteped to It and it
wa!, Buch fun t0 watch him climb the trees,
one day he broke his chain and took a
roasting ear and ran ' to the top of the
houae with it and sat on the very highest
pt and ,t. He did Iook , cntp. A
few days later he broke his chain aaln
and ran away. He was gone two days. My
papa offered a reward cf t for him, and
he was found In a largo bam. The boy
who caught him had quite a time capturing
hlrh, as he showed fight. I guess he liked
the big barn pretty well.
Then papa thought he was lonesome and
bought me another monkey. We called her
Beautiful Cora, The school boys used to
catch grasshoppers for them to en.t, and
they liked them very much. During the
winter papa took them to the store where
they hod a large room to play In.
That's How
By Marv Engl. Aged 12 Years. 'o. 1709
South Eighteenth Street. OmiTna,
One nice day In winter a little boy went
out to shovel snow. He 'had but a little
shovel to shovel snow with, on a snow
bank near his grandma's house. , .
A man came along and asked the little
boy how he could shovel all the snow away
with that small shovel. - The little boy said,
"By keeping at It, sir, that's how."
This Is the secret of getting everything
difficult finished undT the sun.
A Peanut Party
By Myrna Hall, Aged 10 Years, York, Neb.
I will tell you about a party that mamma
had fur my sister and I and what a jolly
good time we had. We wrote the invita
tion on a piece of paper, then put them
In empty peanut shells and tied with baby
ribbon. The day our party came our fun
began. First we went up stairs and hunted
for peanuts. Then we put ten fieanuts on
two chairs at each end of the room. Then
two at a time would take large spoons
and carry one peanut and see which could
get them carried first. We" then were
given twenty peanuts to bid for small pres
ents In boxes-. At last we each were given
a sacl; of peanuts to ee whlrh could get
them oracked and counted the iuickest.
It was thru gettins lute, so we were
Berved with lee cream, cake and taffy.
stumbled and fell headlong. Then a
strange feeling came over Mm ami he
ruhted his eyes :u 1 looked round. There
he lay on tho ground beside the ben;h In
the Bin. and sitting there as quietly as
you please In his corner of the Ix-n'-h. wa
Ted. not moving an ear nr winking an
eye. He seemed to be as lifel.ss as nny
make-bt-Ileve thing could he. Artie slowly
rose from where he had fallen and
But his father siook hln head
And said: "My 'n. I trust
"That I am much too wire n man
To flog you. No, I spare ;
You ull your strength to keep for use
When you crops the Delaware!'
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The guests then went home and all said
they had spent a pleasant afternoon.
The Rescue of a Robin
By Willie Mets, Aged 0 years, Nebraska
City.
"Good by, mamma, I will be back at
noon. Dickie will sing for you while I am
gone."
This is what Willie said to his mamma as
he kissed her good bye and took his books
and started for school. HLs mamma was
sick and was lying upon a couch close by
the bedroom window. Close to the window
on the outside stood a big apple tree and
perched on it a big reTI breasted robin,
which Willie had named Dickie. It came
and aat on a limb and sang such sweet
songs every day.
Willie's papa was a railroad man and
would not be home till 6 o'clock In the
evening. Willie had an air gun that he
kept loaded to shoot at rats. His papa
would let Mm have only one bullet at a
time. He kept the others locked up.
Just as he came running home at noon
he saw his cousin, who had Just come in
from the country, taking aim with his
atr gun to kill Dickie.
"Sterling, come here quick," snld Willie.
His cousin, whose name was Sterling,
dropped the gun and. came running to see
what Willie wanted. Willie ran and got
the gun, shot It off and saved Dickie's life
so he could sing for his sick mamma. He
then explained to his cousin, who said he
would never shoot at birds again.
My Little Bird
By Lillian Berglund. Aged 10 Years, 2W
Burdette Street, Omaha.
I have a little canary bird, the cutest
you ever saw. He Is all yellow. His name
Is Dickie My bird can sing Just lovely. I
have a cat. too. She Is very smart. She
Is all Mark. My cat's name is Corebell.
She can run up a tree very fast so tha
dogs can't get her. In my Christmas vaca
tion kitty and I played hide and go seek.
Do you know how to pluy It? Of course
you do. While one .is hiding the other
goes and seeks them. Well, as I said,
kitty and I were playlnn this. First I
would run around the house, nnd kilty
waa sure to find me.
As I have tried my beat here. I hope all
the Busy Bees will like It.
Faithful Carlo
By Harry W. Bplvey. .Mred 12 Years, 1S03
Curby Street.
Frank was a little boy 6 years old. He
rmd never been to the country, but one day
he went to see his cousin John, who lived
on a liirrte farm In Nebraska. John had a
large dog named Carlo One day Frank
got n fine Urge toy boat from his father.
His mother said they would go down to the
cretk and sail It the next Saturday.
John and Frank cou'd hardly wait. But
on Friday Frank's mother got u letter
stretched out his cramped leys. One fo.Jt
was tlnalimj from having gm-.e to sleet).
Asleep. A:'ie;-p! Artie's face was wreathed
In a happy smile. It was a dream, a
dream, after all. lie had fallen asleep on
the bench, had suffered a nltntniBie and
In his dlstres. had tumbled off the bench.
"Come. Teddy, old chappie." he said
fondly, taking hold of one of that fellaw's
paws. "Come, let's go home und get
some cuke an. milk. I'm most starved
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from his father saying that he waa awfully
sick and, of course, she had to go home.
She did not think It safe for Frank to go
down to the creek alone. When Frank
found that he could not go he cried. When
Saturday came he wore a very tearful face.
He decided he would run away to the
creek to try his boat and nobody would,
know it. He did not tie the string se
curely and when It sailed out in the center
of the stream the string broke. Frank tried
to reach It with a stick, but in doing bo ha
fell In and would have drowned but for
Carlo, who had followed him. Carlo sprang
into the water and caught him by the col
lar and dragged him to the shore. Carlo
ran home and found John. Carlo barked
and run back to the creek and John fol
lowed him. John carried the unconscious
boy back home. His aunt sent for a doctor
and soon Frank was all right.
Our Pet Dog
By Briace Calder, Aged 9 Years, Wymora,
Neb.
My home is in Rock Island, III, but 1
ani spending the winter with my aunt and
uncle in Nebraska. I go to school and
have lots of fun, but I have tho most fun
with a little pet dog of my uncle's, named
Laddie.
He does three or four tricks that I will
tell you of. He speaks, begs, shakes hands
and will go after a stick, but won't bring
It back. You have to run after him and
catch him. He goes to school with ms
sometimes, and he goes down town, too.
When the whUtle blows he goea to th
doorstep and looks for uncle to come home
and If uncle don't come he goes In the
house so disappointed. You would think
he was more than a dog by his Intelligence,
My uncle has a nickname for him, Jimmy.
I've asked my uncle to let me take hlm
homo with me this summer, but he Just
said no.
The Inquisitive ivioou
By Hope Ilntton, Aged 9 Years, 408 William
Street, Omaha. Neb.
Long ago the moon was a round ball,
balanced In the sky. It was very Inquisi
tive, so that It leaned over to see mora
plainly when any one did wrong, so far
that It foil onto the eurth.
So one day a little princess was eating
her mother's Jam, when the moon, who waa
watching her, fell down and caused every
body to come ami see what she was doing.
So she got angry at It. One night when
everybody was asl-ep she gut up and went
out into the courtyard with her pillow and
begun to comb her hair backwards. Then
the moon leaned over to see and fell out
But she had her pillow under it. ThfflTshs
and a prince from a nearby castle ham.
mered It fiat. Then the prince borrowed
a ladder which reached to the sky. So It is
not Inquisitive any more, because they
nulled it there
and -and anxious to gt home to my
mamma. I guess we don't want any mors
adventures today, do we?"
And although Teddy Bear did not reply
In word", Artie could tell from the expres
sion hi his eyes that he was willing to do
whatever his young master wished him
to !-.
"You're a good follow, Teddy Bear, t
he Jii.t muke-bellve. I would not want
you u b-j- be real, you know."