THE OMAHA Sl'XDAY BEE: MAY 12. 1007,
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NOW that eprlng U hrr, with Us warm, sunshiny days, I feel gure
that tho Duny Bees nre lery Tiarpy, It Rlvrs thorn an opportunity
to be out of doors, Jumping rope, playing marbles, picking the early
spring flowers and taking pirt in the countless other enjoyable
games that this time of the yrar affords. It will not be long now
before school will cl'ise and "one round of pkaBiire" will be the schedule for
the summer, with a great deal of time to write stories. The editor has some
interesting subjocts In mind that she is pure will please all the boys and girls.
Votes are already coming In nicely to determine the King and Queen for the
month of Jane.
The subject, an adventure with animals, has brought in a large number
of very interesting stories., and so far Roth Ashby, Queen of the Blue side,
claims thirteen subjects, and Thomas Kimball, King, eight. When it comes
to prize stories, however, both sides are even. Three prize stories apiece,
counting this week's.
The prize stories for the month of May so far . have been awarded to the
following: Mhs Alys Martin, Red. and Miss Marie Noone, Red. for April 28;
Master Carl Hessler, Blue, and Master Dorris Akin, Blue, for May 6; Mlsa
Mary Kngl, Red, and .Miss Anna Chval, Blue, for this week. Honorary mention
was given this week to Miss Mary Day, Red.
Miss Marguerltd' Porter and Mlsa Gertrude Worrall were the only Busy
Pees who succeeded in solving ths beheaded word puzzle in last Sunday's
paper. The words when completed spelled Snail, Nail, All.
Jack and. Rosebud Rescued
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lN A STRANGE country far over
the seal there lived In a pretty
village a good man and wife who
had two pretty children, a boy
and a girl, named, respectively,
Brave Jack and Rosebud. Brave Jack was
9 years of age and hti lister was two years
his Junior,
One day when, the spring was far ad
vanced and the flowera bloomed on river
bank, valley and mountainside, Brave Jack
aid to Rosebud as they played In the gar
den of their home: "Come, sifter dear,
let's go for a walk In the great woods yon
der. There is the home of Che wuod
nymphs and sun fairies. ' We may get a
glimpse of them If we go while the sun
beams shine through the trees."
"But we must not leave this garden till
our mother returns from the fishmonger's
hop," said Rosebud. "Should she come
home and find us gone It would make her
very uneasy. She would think we had
been stolen by the gypides and curried far
away. Then she would have the watch
man ring the bells and the town-folk would
turn out to help In the search for us."
"But I have a way In mind that will pre
vent our mother's worrying about us," said
Bravt Jack. "We'll tell Granny Wrinkles,
who Is coming to make our Sunday cake
this morning. She will explain to our
mother that we have gone for a walk in
the woods that cover Mount Porle. Then
the bells will not be rung, nor will there
be any alarm, for our mother, as well as
our father, knows I am brave and very
Capable of taking care of you and myself."
"Then let me get my bonnet and a
basket," said Rosebud, starting for the
bouse. "We shall bring home the basket
full of wood blossoms to strew ubout the
rooms and make them look like fairy bow
ers." "Bring my hat and wooden sword." cried
Brave Jack, ns his sister disappeared Into
the thatched cottage that stood In the cen
ter' of the well kept garden. "It will b9
as well for me to be armed against bears
and wolves that mlcht come down tho
mountain in quest of us."
Just as Rosebud entered the cottage to
get her bonnet Brave Jark's hit nnd
wooden sword, old Granny Wrinkles cams
in at the front door, having engaged to
bake a Sunday cake for the mother of
Brave Jack and Rosebud. Upon noting h.-r
Rosebud cried out: "Oh, od Granny, my
brother wirhca to speak with you. lie is
In the garden beneath the fig tree."
Old Granny Wrinkles, smiling indul
gently, went to tho garden, where Brave
Jack was waiting the return of h:s sister.
"Oranny," he exclaimed, upon seeing the
old crone, "will you oblige mo by telling
my mother on her return from the fish
monger's that I have taken my sieter for
a walk In the woods that cover the feet of
old Mount Porle? We'll be back for even
ing grue', so save some of It for us. Also
bake an extra large Sunday cuke, for we'll
likely went a slice of it before the day
after tomorrow."
"Such a lad, mich a lnd," said old Grannv
Wrinkles, shaking her head. "You should
not go away from home till yorr mother
gives her consent. In the woods yonder
are many Strang" reptiles and monsters.
I've, heard say that a dragon lives In a
cave far up the mountainside, and thnt on
every warm day It cornea forth to get
fresh air Into Its nostrils. It breathes fire
and blows from Its lungs brimstone. Ton
ahoull not run into such dnnreri, even
though you are Brave Jark, only son of thj
good and great Ansen, lawmaker nnd judge
of the beautiful village of Meadcs. Nay,
Bay, lad; wait till your mothor returns.
Tell her of your wild project."
"Ah, you are but old," laughed Rrsvo
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Jack. "Only the young know not fear.
Grow youthful again. Granny Wrinkles.
11a, ha!" And Brave Jack was loud In his
merriment.
Just here Rosebud came Again into the
garden, her bonnet on and a basket In her
hands. From the basket she took Brave
Jack's hat and woodon sword, handing
them to him. As Brave Jack put on his
hat and buckled the wooden blade about
his waist he smiled and said to Granny
Wrinkles: "Tell our mother what I have
bidden you tell, and don't forget to bake
an extra-sized Sunday cake, that sister and
I may have a slice tonight on our return
home. We'll be hungry after a day spent
In the wo Va with the fairies."
Then away the two children went, laugh
ing at Granny Wrinkles, who stood looking
after them, shaking her head warnlngly.
They reached the great woods about noon
and sat down to rest a bit. It was cooler
there than down In the sunny village of
Meades. Both children felt the fatigue of
the walk and were chilly and hungry. As
they rested they heard a sound above them
in the thick shrubbery and towering trees
which shut out the light and warm sun
shlne. "What's that?" whispered Rosebud.
Brave Jack drew forth his sword and
listened attentively.
"A bear or a dragon," he Informed his
sister. But there was a quaver of fear In
Ms voice, though his manner was bold and
fearless.
As they waited, crouching behind a tree
overgrown with vines, a long, dark object
sprang down the path beside them. What
It was the children could not tell. It moved
so swiftly. Brave Jack held his wooden
sword In front of him, preparatory for the
attack, but they were unmolested. Just as
their wildly beating hearts were becoming
calmer another sound the step of a human
being was heard on the path coming down
from the mountain top.
In another moment a hideous old man,
humpbacked, beak nosed and claw fin
gered, stepped Into the path beside them.
A slight movement of Rosebud caught his
ear. He paused, turning sharply round,
and caught sight of Brave Jack, whose
color had Instantly fled on seeing him.
A second glarce showed him Rosebud, who
was still crouching behind the vine-covered
tree.
"Ha, ha what have I caught In my
net?" he cackled, showing toothless gums.
"A lad and luss, upon ' me soul. Mine
they shall' be. The lad to work and the
lass to learn to cook and stew for me.
Ha. ha!"
"W live In the village down yonder,"
said Brave Jack, still holding his wooddn
sword as if to strike with it. "We be
long to Ansen, our father, who la one of
the lawmakers and Judges of Meades. We
shall go home directly. Sir Hermit."
"Ah. so you say!" cackled the old man.
"But I choose to say otherwise. Nay, lad
and lass, you have come into my realm,
nnd now you are mine! Ah, I shall soon
teach you both new tricks. Didst see my
lioness go past Just now? I rode down to
the dragon's spring to drink, and after I
had left her back she ran away from me,
coming down this path."
Brave Jack was almost too frightened to
apeak, and poor lltttle Rosebud sat quiver
ing and crying softly behind the tree.
Brave Jack determined though to not give
In easily. He would show flg'.it at any
cost. Raising his sword a trifle higher,
nerving himself for the blow and aiming
at the hideous old hea'd of the monster In
human form before him, he brought down
his wooden blade with all his might across
the hairy neck The sworn was splintered
Into a hundred fragments. The old man
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Little
RULES FOR YOUNG WRITERS
1. Write plainly on one aids of the
paper only and number the pages.
8. Use pea and Ink, not pencil
3. Short and pointed articles will
be given prefereno. So not ass over
8S0 words.
4. Original stories or letters only
will nsed.
5. Write your name, ag and ad
dress at the top of the fiist page.
rirst and second prises of books
will be given for the best two con
tributions to this page each week.
Address all communications to
CEILOBEH'3 SirUTHIIT,
Omaha See.
(First Prize.)
Boy that Liked Play
By Mary Engl, Aged 12 Years, 1709 South
Elgntetntn Street, Oman. Ked.
One tir.e day In summer my little brother
was sent to school by r.iy mother. But
she knew that he was fond of play, and so
she sent me with him. It was very warm
and my brother said to me that It would
be much nicer to play with me by the
livsrslde than to go to school.
"No, no," said I, "I have not time to
play. After I have seen you to school I
must go home and do my work."
Soon he saw a bee flying from flower to
flower and he said: "I should like to ba
a bee, and have nothing to do no reading
nor spelling to learn."
"Ah.'' paid I to him, "the bee Is not Idle;
it la getting honey and wax, to store up for
winter, when there will be no flowers."
And the bee soon flow away to Its hive.
Then he said: "I am sure the bird has
nothing to oo. I would like to stay here
all day and hear its sweet song."
But t said to him: t"Bee. the bird has
flown down and picked up some bits of
straw and It Is now taking them to Its
mate. It needs straw and feathers and
muss to build its nest."
We had not gone far when my brother
saw a dog lying by the roadside, and he
said: "May I not play with the dog, for
It seems to have nothing to do?"
Just then a man gave a loud whistle. The
put his hand to l is neck, saying: "A flv
must have lit on me." Then he cackled
loudly, leaning over and speaking In Brave
Jack's face: "You thought to hurt me
with that toy? Why, lad. I'm a wizard.
HA! WHAT HAVE I CATTOHT IN
MY N1CT?" HE CACKLED.
Only one power caa do me harm. The
fairies alone have that powtr. As they
fear lie. I'm pretty safe. I have a llone)s
fnd a dragon fur my comrades. Oh. your
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dog started up at once and ran off to help
him with the sheep he was driving to the
market. Then when my brother noticed that
every bee and bird had( to work, he said
to me:
. . "Well, I shall go to school and learn my
lesson. When I get home my mother will
allow me a good long time for play with
other boys before I go to bed."
Saying Uiia he ran off to school, and
learned his lesson well that day.
(Second Prize.)
A Wise Dog
By Anna Chval, Aged II Tears, 906 North
Thirteenth Street, South Omaha. Blue.
One day Harry went to visit bis grand
father. As one evening he was talking to
his grandfather on the porch, his grand,
father said: "Isn't It about time to bring
the cows home?"
Harry always did this at home, but as
he was visiting he felt a little surprised
at being told to bring the cows home. How
ever, he started; to go, but his grandfather
was talking to him, so he thought it im
polite to go. So he sat down to wait till
his grandfather told his story. But pretty
soon the cows were coming home and a
shepherd dog behind, and Harry said:
"Oh, I thought you meant me to go for
the cows," but his grandfather only
laughed. '
"Nero, go get the sheep." and when they
got home he counted the sheep and ona
was missing. Bo he went and he found
the rrlselng sheep asleep In the grass, so
he brought It home. So Harry got him a
nice collar to wear.
(Honorary Mention.)
Sport
By Mary rav, Ared 10 Tears. S8J Frank
lin Street, Omaha. Red.
Three or four years ago we owued a large
Irish setters. He was the favorite of all
our pets. Our littl baby could pull his
tall and he would never hurt him.
This is the way we got him: My brother
knew the boy who owned him and one
day when the dog came to our house he
called him In and fed him. The boy came
after him and the dog would not go, and
a he said he would come after him soma
other day. Then he came again and he
had a wire and said he was going to beat
him. Mamma said she would rather give
him money for the dog. He went away
and never came back. Our dog thought a
great deal of we children and would not
let anyone come near the house unless ws
went to meet them. One day an old rag
little weapons made by human hands couldheard above their heads. Then through
tot hurt met Com, return with me to the branches came three beautiful fairies,
the dragon's cave, where you shall remain their faces full of sunshine. "I heard your
while I go on after my lioness." prayer, little maiden," said one of .'he.n.
As the old wizard said this he took hold "Come quickly If you would be saved, for
of Brave Jack with one hand and Rose- the wizard Is now coming as fast a his
bud with the other and half drag-ged them lioness can carry him up the mountain. We
up tho mountain path, steep and rugged, can help you, but we cannot battle with
The poor little ones begged and wept, that monster. So hasten."
but the wizard fly cackled the more. "But we are tied," walled Brave Jark.
"Ila! Ha! my pretty ones." he cried, struggling with the thongs which held
"1 11 turn ona of you Into a witch ami j,ra.
the other into a dr agon." 0ne of ln (alri waved' a wand and
They reached a dark, damp place on the tn, thongs dropped from the children's
mouniainsioe. ana irom me aran or cold
air thbt (truck, them Brave Jack and Rose-
bud knew that they must be near to the
cava. And a It proved to be. Yawning In
fnent of them as they turned a corner In
iiiv pain a o ir iiuiq in wie win.
Beside this hole the wizard rat the now
almost fainting children down upon a
stone, tying their hands and fact securely
to a fallen tree that stretched behind
1 1 1 e t ii "PCntv hji r u Hnt till I r. Inrn nn
my lioness." said the wizard. "Don't be had bou' hlr power to do him
afraid, for my dragen has gone up the h,rm' Ah- -u ,he talri"- " he B(1
mountain In quest of birds to eat. Ha ll ,nlt ,0 much b h" not tbe Pw,jr we
ru return till after dark." Then the old
creature wnt off at a run. cackling as he
went.
An hour passed and Brave Jack
and
Roaebud were worn out with weeping and
calling for help. They had at last given
up In despair. They must die there with
tho wizard, the llonese ard the dragon to
kill them s'.owly. Oh. why had they en-
tered this terrible wocds?
Just as little RofcbuJ wss ending a
prayer that some good fatry woild come
to tcelr rescue a flutter ot wings was
of Childhood
E. Palmer of Omaha Two of
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man came to Our house and the dog
knocked him down the steps. He knew
Just when we children came home from
school and then came to meet us. One
day we took our lunch and the dog sat
there all day waiting for us.
The people nejtt door had a great many
cherry trees and we children had been over
eating them. They were all ,gone except
one branch and the boy brought that out
and was teasing my sister. The dog bit
him because he was teasing my sister.
Tho woman sent for a policeman and
when he came he said he did not want to
kill him. But the woman said he must be
shot. So they took him up In their yard
and killed him. Oh, how bad we felt
when our playmate was gone.
A Happy Family
By Paul Bush, Aged 10 Years, S53l Decatur
Street, Omaha, Neb. Blue.
My friend writes me that he has In his
stableyard, chained to his keanel an ex
cellent sporting dog, whose name Is Ray.
Some three months back, a hen, with her
young brood of twelve chickens, left the
poultry yard and took up her abode In
the kennel with IB ay, who seemed to like
her company very well. As the chickens
grew larger some of them used to nestle
under the dog, and they all lived together,
until they were so large that they had to
be taken away. But the mother hen still
stays with Ray, end though she has begun
to lay eggs In a corner of his kennel, he
does not disturb them. This Is a true
story and Mr. Weir has made a good
drawing of Ray, the old hen and the
chickens.
The Animal Show
By Alice Temple. Aged I) Tears, Lexington,
Neb. Blue.
One day when my uncle was out playing
he found a small animal. He, with some
more boys, were going' to have a show, so
he thought this animal would be good for
the show. He took a box and nailed slats
across the top and put the animal Inside.
One evening a bad storm came up. Uncle
thought of tiro little creature and put him
In the chicken coop, where there was about
twenty young chickens. The next morning
all the chickens were gone. At last my
uncle's brother found them In a corner half
hidden, with the blood sucked out from un
der their wings. My other uncle took his
gun and shot the little animal. Shall I tell
you what It was? It was a weasel. So the
show had one animal less.
Eagles
By Margaret Leake. Aged It Tears, Fre
mont, Neb. Blue.
In the olden times when people took their
babies with them to the fields to work,
there lived a young woman with a 6-year-old
son. His mother had gene to the. field
to help and had taken Joe with her. He
loved to wander around the fields, and pres
ently he fell asleep behind a haystack. Sud
denly he felt something pinching him on
.the arm, and opening his eyes he found
himself being lifted by a pair of eagles. He
was already about a foot above the ground.
He screamed for help, but In vain, so he
began to wiggle and twist, which caused
great Inconvenience to the eagles. But now
he wag over the workers in the field. IH
n,nd, and fet. They ,pran, up and. be-
hold, the found themselves on wings!
-,Come qv:jckiy,.. urg,d th. fairies, and
they le(J Brave Jack an Ro,cbud i:p. up
,h, ,ky ov.r ,h, lnounlaln top. Then
as they flew toward the toot of the moun
tain the children looked down Into the
woods and saw the old wizard at the
cave. He wss screaming gnd tearing his
hair. Hereupon they told the fairies v hat
feared he had. We shall now drive him
'rom th mountain and we ll dry up tho
spring so that the dragon shall die."
At this moment the children dropped
nl ,nlr own Sarden. under the fig tree,
the fairies and their wings fading awav.
As the sat there, almost stupefied, they
heard their mother saying, "It s time the
children were home."
"We are here," cried both little ons In
a breath. "And, what's more, we mean
to stay bert. too. No more woods for us,
mamma dear."
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aereamed; they looked up and saw his
danger Immediately. tiey yelled to him
to keep on twisting until someone would
shoot at them. "Hurry! Hurry!" cried the
frantic mother. Then came Ellen, the
hunter, with her gun. She fired. Neither
eagle was hit. Again she fired. One of
the eagles' .wings dropped. Finally one let
go altogether and the other couldn't hold
It all by himself, so Joe dropped down,
down, down In the right direction to land
on a nice haystack.
Allen's Hobby Horse
By Marguerite Porter. Aged 14 Team,
, Plattsmouth, Neb. Red.
Not very many years ngo there lived In
the west two little children, named Allen
and Helen. The woods were near their
house, and their mother had often told
them not to venture nenr It, for the woods
were always full of wild animals. Allen's
father had once told him that some day
he expected to buy him a hobbyhorse, but
Allen soon got tired ef waiting, so one day
he thought he would go into the woods to
see if he could find o.j. As a hobbyhorse
is made of wood he folt sure he could find
one In the wcods, and calling Helen they
started oft together.
They had not gone far when they saw
a little bear. Allen said: "O, Helen! There
Is our hobbyhorse at last," and taking
'Helen by the hand they ran towards the
bear.
Allen said: "Now, Helen, you get on Its
back and I will hold It for you."
But the bear's back was so smooth and
shiny Helen couldn't stay cn. She saJd:
"Oh, no, Allen. You get on." So Allen
got on the bear's back and thought he
would have a fine ride, but Just then a loud
scream from his mother frightened the
,bear and It ran bock into the woods.'
Allen got an ugly bump, and from this
day he has never ventured near the woods
again.
An Adventure with a Lion
By Lawrence Way. Aged 11 Years, Wahoo,
Neb. Red.
Once some boys were out camping In the
woods. The first night, when they were
eating supper, they heard a loud roar.
They were afraid to go out and they hid
under the bed for fear the Hon might
come In the tent. At last the roar went
away and everything was still again and
they crawled out and finished their supper,
and never went to bed that night for fear
they might be attacked by some lions.
In the morning they went on a hunting
trip. When they had gone about half a
mile they heard a rustling of leaves be
hind them. They looked back and saw a
Hon coming toward them. All but one boy,
who climbed a tree near by, raised their
rifles and pointed them at the Hon. After
all the rest had fired and missed the lion
It started after them and the boy fired
down and hit it on the head and It fell
over dead; then he came down out of the
tree and they carried the Hon to the tent.
After dinner they went home and the boys
told their folks of the adventure and after
that they gave the boy a lot of money for
saving their boys' lives.
The Brave Girl
By Ada White, Aged 11 Tears, KM South
Thirty-fifth Street, Omahs. Blue.
'By the sldo of a mountain lived a little
girl about 12 years old. She had a little
sister about 5 years old. As her father
was dead, her mother had to work for a
living. One morning after her mother had
gone away to find work Lucy as that was
her name was looking out of the window.
She saw a bear coming up the path. She
was quite frightened, but said nothing to
her little sister, but, going quietly to the
door, she bolted It and then went back to
the window. The bear was coming right
toward the door. It came to the door and
tried to knock it down. Lucy ran to where
her mother's gun lay. It was already
loaded, but Lucy had never used the gun.
Prize Drawing by
Some of the bright Busy Bees
can draw as well as write, and
the editor has seen several
drawings that are really very
good. While none of theie have
as yet been printed on the Busy
Bees' own page, It la quite
likely tUat some will be used
during the summer. Here is
one that won for an Omaha lad
a prise from Bt. Nlocholas. a
magazine that la very careful
of what It publishes and com
mends. Walter Oehrle of 2M7
Dodge street, who Is but 14
years of age, was given a silver
badge b ySt. Nicholas for this
drawing, which is called "A
Cataclysm." It Is a very we. I
finished piece of work, and Wal
ter has shown himself to be a
good artist.
But. Inking It in her hands. Just ns the beir
brokn down the door she took aim and
shot nnd the be:ir frll dead. She then ri.i
quickly to her s'.ste-. who had not tuKlocit
the hear till sli li-ard lnr sl'iti-r f;ho was
nnt frlKlitrm-:! after she knew the hour
dfail. When the mother came heme bhe
a-ld she would never leave the children
alone again.
The Earthquake
By Alice Van .U '. A-od 12 y M'.
A'nswfirth." NVIi. Red.
Mr. Silk died n few yenrs pg t m l h It
Irs. mm .,,.,1 fi;;lr .Million c.ire f f.
With not'ilnr hut n ijnus . whl.-l tooU .ill
the money ilc. ri,i rrt ,v t ;ipili Inrr. P'r'-.
her oMost child, hdnrr 10 years ol-l. help
her a'! h" rim. tlrottn Ij 8 nul K.l.'fi
while Ilnhv r,. ss i oriy IT.llth iinl
Orettn h.ivc thfir mother's let pnn ci:t
doors and I fern- win soon hnvc n ''ole In
It. In the house Is a stove which hnn m ;
been ht'.ckcned fr ever n ve:ir, a ('-!
two chairs, one with the hack out. ii ' v
boxes nnd some dish, as nin ;in IVv:
Wnkes u: the girls will have t.i t il c n
Of her "What Is tils ciitl'on feelinrc? '
anked Mrs. Silk ns I:ck c-tme v.m iln-; In
the perceived It wns an c-irth.itiiiUc. lu
a moment she knew nit where she w.s at.
because Bhe was whirling "i. f.int through
the air. She landed at the edn of n
tralla. After that they were not si poor
because there wns not any taxes to piy
and nothing to buy. She could pjck borvles
and Ret game nnd nh to e-U. Pln.- not
mmy coins on the Islinrt rhe neertf,! none.
They lived there happily after that and
did not wish to come back.
A Cat's Experience
By Ruth Thompson, Ased 8 Years, rJVI
Sherman Ave., Orraha. Red.
My home was a very pleasant one. Kvery
Any my little mixtress would bring me n
little howl filled with broad and milk. It
was very much fun to catch the mice In
the barn, for that Is where they kept me
most of the time. One day they got some
thing dreadful; It wns n troublesome little
puppy, . who wns always tormenting mo.
He liked to creep up softly when I was
playing with my baby and bark at me.
or when I was not there ho would Jump
In and torment mv babies. Ono thing I
liked nbout hlni wns that he would not
let other dogs hurt me. One day my mis
tress took King out walking with her.
When she was gone for a little while a
big dog came. I tried to keep him away,
but could not. He kept taking away my
babies and hurting them. Just then my
mistress came with King! He came out
to the barn slowly, for he was tired. When
he saw the big dog hurting my kittens
he ran as fast as he could to help me. He
sneaked up and bit the dog on tho foot.
The dog ran away as fast ns he could.
My .mistress came out to the barn and
saw my kittens. Sho took them in her
arms and took them to the house. She
washed and fixed them und soon my babies
were well again. King Is dead and I am '
very old now.
An Elk Hunt
By Thomas Kimball, Aged Years, 123f
Park Wild Avenue, Omaha. Red.
My father was camping In the Big Horn
mountains. He went out with a week's
provisions, four horses and guns. There
was a man out with him. The man shot
an elk and wounded It and went after It.
My father went off by himself. He got
off his horse and tied him and crawled on
his hands and knees, where he could get
a long shot at him. He wounded him. The
elk whirled and ran Into the timber. A
cow and calf ran down the other side of
the ravine. Father shot at the cow. She
ran on Into the timber. After awhile he
saw the calf. Ho shot at It and It ran back
Into the woods. He thought he had missed
them all, but afterwards found he had
killed both the cow and calf. Father werjt
to look for the bull elk. The elk was cor
nered and charged on father from the
woods. Father shot the elk and hs fell
dead at his feet.
TreddiVsWish
Freddie I wish I lived In South Africa,
mamma.
Mamma Why, Fteddle, dear? ,
Freddie The mothers down there don't
wear any slippers.
Mamma And you must remember, son,
that the little boys down there don't wear
any pants.
Illustrated Rebus
an Omaha Boy
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