2 THE OMATTA SUNDAY BEE: MAY IP, 1007. E
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HE BUSY CEES mast send In their voles this week for the King and
I Queen Bees that they want to reign during the month of Juno. So
far Edith Martin has th-most-vote for the blua team and Harry
Crawford for the red. It is very nice that the teams have kept so
even on prize stories; counting this week's contest, both sides are
ever, each having four prize stories. The queen has more subjects at present,
the having fifteen, while the King has only ten.
One little Busy lee wrote to the editor and told her that school would
'elope In two weeks, but that she only had to so one more week, as she had
kept her grade high enough all the year to excise her from the final examina
tions. I wonder how many more of our little writers have made this good a
record. Another little Busy Bee contrlbuttd some poetry entitled "Boys, Bees
and Animals." While we are not giving prlr.es for any contributions except
what we call for, we ore always glad to receive and publish anything that tha
Busy Bees want to send in that they consider will be of interest to the other
renders of their page. Remember. Busy Bees, this Is your own pago and It is
your ttories and contributions that make the page attractive.
The first prize was won this week .y Busy Bees ex-King Maurice John
son and the secfnd prize by Frances Selti. Honorary mention was given to
Helen Hofliday.
Only two correct answers were eent in to last Sunday's rebus. This was
solved by Eva M. Allen of York, Neb., and Laura Kraus of South Omaha, Neb.,
and was as follows:
"Now is the fishing season, when boys go to the pond."
LITTLE HOLLAND
By Maud
HERE Is a pretty little, park in
the heart of the city of New
York called Washington Square.
In the springtime the trass
comes out green and restful to
the eye; the flowers that border the walks
and encircle the cool fountain burst Into
bud and prepare to bloom. And on the
first warn days the children pour from
the great, dark, unhealthy tenement houses
that form the back streets south and west
of tho square. Into this breathing space
where they may run and romp and feel
the genial rays of the sun.
One day In the early spring came little
John and Mary into Washington Square
to play. They lived In a street leading
into the park, and their house faced tha
west. Also, their father had a good posi
tion In a big store nnd their mother had
nothing to do except to look after her
children and their homo. Thus you will
see thnt Mary and John were not "tene
ment children," but of the "comfortable"
class. So In plnylng In the park they
rarely Joined with the hundreds of other
children that came there, but held them
selves aloof.
On this day I am telling you about Mary
was sitting on the soft green grass watch
Ing her brother as he went up and down
the bread walks on his roller skates. Rut
her attention was called from John to a
llttla figure that came and sat near her.
It was a tiny hoy. ln rai,-pd overcoat and
tr.uidy Blockings and s'loes. A rusty brown
cap partly covered his flaxen hair, which
straggled In an uivornbcfl condition, hang-
lng over his yes. that were as blue as
the sky when It was unveiled by clouds,
of the front teeth were missing. On the
whole, this child was one to b shunned
by Mary and John, thcmsolves so clean
and well dressed. Rut something ln the
lonely little fellow's face excited the pity
of Mary. She watched him for a few
minutes, then said to him:
"Hello, little bov! Haven't vmi nvon
to play with'"
The little boy only looked at her, drop
ping his head ln a bir'.iful way. Then he
wa!lej don the path, stopping at an
unoccupied bench. But Mary kept watch
ing him, feeling sorry that he had no
companion. After a liule while John
carrio skatlnc up and stopped to rest be
side lils aiFUr.
"I)ok at that little boy," said Mary,
pointing toward the child who had solicited
her sympathy. "Doesn't he look awfully
solemn? I guess bo's a forcler.er, too, fur
he doesn't look a bit American."
"Oh, he's Holland," slid John. "Orly
Holland children have such white hair and
Btospy leu?. And see hl eyes: they're blue
like your doll's tyes ure. Yes, he must be
dutch." ,
"Well, I'm awfully sorry for him," said
Mury. "Let's c all hlin to uu and play with
him. He is ull alone."
"Yes, end you might cntch something,
too," declared John. "Those foreigners al
wnya have some dl.-eave- nuiyb? the Itri
who ca:i tell? And he's dirty enough for
that. No, thark you, I di n't want ti mil
up with little Holland. ExeuKe me from
the dutch."
Then awjy went John, skiting round
and round the square. But hird'.y hnd ho
gone when the llttl e boy same slowly
fWard Mury, sinlllns In a bashful thouch
"""u" -M-" "otneo puck ai n.m
and riotlor.rj hlm to a seat on the grass
beside her. But the child would not come
quite s- c:osi. However, he kept smiling
at Mary. sbovinT her that he understood
and uprrer'.ite I her Invitation to come und
!t be! ho:-.
Thus half . - 1o ,r passed, and Mury
and "!!tt 'lv -v-as she mentally
called the rhh'- friends, though
no word p-rs .l b.-tw?n them. Presently
John came bed; t. Mnry and asked her
to put on the sUat : s and have a little
spin ermnd the r'irk. Mary declined,
saylnff that she rreferred to sit there
. and "talk" with "Little Hollnnd."
"K, not words," confessed Mary; "but
UTTLE AAlaUV'D TROTTED
Walket
he has conversed with me In the cutest
little smiles you ever saw. Really, brother,
I've taken a great fancy to Little Holland.
I wonder where he lives T"
"Oh, In some basement, or over some
Chink laundry," answered John. "Sea
how unkempt and unwashed he Is. I
can't see how you can' be so Interested
In him. He looks a real little vagabond."
"You should not talk so about a help
less little child," chlded Mary. ' "I pity
him from my heart. I wish he could talk
American, and I'd learn all about him."
Then It came time to go home, and as
Mary and John turned Into their own
street Mary heard a footstep close to her
side, and. looking down, she saw the little
stranger following her. "Why, It's Little
Holland!" she exclaimed to John. "See,
he has followed us home. I'm afraid he's
lost."
"Well, he certainly knew how to get to
the park nnd will know how to get home
from there." said John. "8tippose you take
him hack there. I'd offer to do so, but he
seems to have taken a liking to you."
Marv returned to the park, leading Uttle
Holland with her. And to trer surprise
tho rh'!d did not draw away from her
when she took hold' of his .chuhby hand.
In fact, ho seemed to feel safe In her
... rrnrhtn, fho .nnt ln tho nn,k
wnere sn(, hn1 flrgt iPen hlm Mory at
dnw an(, motioned to him to go. But the
chl)d only mied and remained .beside her.
in vn!n Mnry talked to him: he did not
seem to understand a single word she said,
Then, as it was growing late and her
mother would be expecting her at home,
Mary decided to turn. Little Holland over to
the park policeman, telling him, of course,
I.lttle Holland trotted alonr beside her
as she rnn after the big blue-coated officer,
"Oh, Mr. Policeman," Mary called out,
"here's a little - child lost a Utile' Hoi-
lunder, I guess, sir. Will you take him
home?"
The policeman stopped and Interrogated
Mar;', Little Holland shrinking behind her
as If In fear. "Well, how do you know the
child Is lost?" the policeman asked. "Did
he nay so?"
"Oh, ho doesn't say a word. Blr," Mary
explained. Then Bhe told tho officer how
Little Holland had followed her home and
how she had tried In vain to have him go
uway from her-tried to mako htm under-
stand that It was time for him to go home,
"Well, leave the kid t' me." said the
officer. "I'll turn him into tho station if
he can't tell me where he lives."
Mary hisltated u moment, then said:
"Suppose he crlts, Mr. Policeman! I'd hate
to havo hlm carried to the station If It
frightened him. Indeed, I'd rather go
ulorg, ilr, than to have the Uttle Dutch
thing afraid."
"Ah, Dutch Is he?" asked the officer.
"Then I think I can direct you to the placs
where he lives. There's a faml y of Dutch
lives at No. 17 street. You can trot
around there with Mm and if he doesn't
belong tftere Jurt bring him back to me
nnd I'll t-.irn him In at tho station. Hli
folks will find h'm In the course of a day
or two. for hell be advertlacd In the
ropers."
Mury resented tho cool. Indifferent man-
r.er of the officer and decided to find 'the
home of Little Holland without ' hlB aid.-
Trklnc the .lttlo child hand s'.ie went to
the place w here the policeman had said a
butch faintly lived. But to Mary's dlsao-
polntment the woman of the house shook
her head on furveylng Uttle Holland and
gald: "No, I don't fink him to me belong.
i do houso mlt a popper Is my chllder."
Just as Mary was on the point of going
to her own home and aaklni her parents'
advice as to the disposal of Little Holland
she heard a cry cf pleasure behliid her
ar.d turn! r- around saw a Uttle b'onae
woman-Little Holland on a larser scale
coming at a run after her. Bhe was crying
out .Fomething in a foreign tongue and at
the flrrt sound of hfr voice. Little Holland
turned toward her, clapping his chubby
hsm's end laughing happily. In another
Instant the woman had the tousled head of
Mule Holland against her mother's breast
ALONG BLBLDB HER AS SHE RAN ArTaR
King and Queen of the Busy Bees and Some of Their
THOMfl IT lClMRAU
Kins l'c , Omaha.
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be given preference. Do not as over
800 words.
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will be used.
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dress at the top of the first page.
First and second prizes of books
will be given for tie best two con
tributions to this page aoh week.
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CXXUmEXTB BXFABTMXZTT,
Omaha Bee.
(First Prise.)
Jack and the Tiger
By Maurice Johnson, Aged 13 Years, 127
Locust Street. Omaha. Red. '
"The circus is here, the clrcu is here!"
was heard throughout a 'small Montana
village one day, and being an unusual
event, it was a holiday. Everybody was
going and so was a certain boy named
Jack Noon, a young cowboy who wanted
v, nin.i. ,.ir,.n .nrnhnt. innn.
the - Ioop, etc. Jack, who was an expert
with the lasso, wMch all cowboys have,
for some reason or other had brought the
lasso with him. He paid his fare and went
Into the first tent, where he saw the roar-
Ing Hon, the still fiercer tiger, the leopard,
panther, monkeys, elephants and many
others, until he emerged into the main
tont whore the seats were. He got a seat
In the front row and soon the show com-
menced with two clowns on a revolving
ladder, who were so slllv that everybody
laughed until the tears ran down their
cheeks. It had all gone well and the man
who was to do the loop-the-loop was Just
nbout to'go when a loud roar attracted tho
attention of everybody, and looking around,
they beheld a sight that chilled their
hearts with fear, for there they saw a
tiger rushing with savage .fury upon a
helpless clown, who was now no longer
making any silly Jests. The tiger played
-th the clown as a cat would with a rat.
and Jack thinking of a plan stole up be-
hl
nd the tiger and threw the lasso around
I
the beast's neck and gave it a Jerk and
tied the rope to a tent, pole. The tiger
seeing Jack rushed away after' him. but
he came to a sudden sto;. and was held
there In spite of his struggles by the lasso.
Before, when the tiger had the clown, tho
cowboys had not been able to get a shot
at the animal fbr fear of hitting the man,
but now a volley rang out and the tiger
and was weeping and laughing over him
by turns.
"Him lose ha," she said In her best
English 4o Mary, who was looking at her
intArrojrntt vl v. "Tflm nlnvlnor wnr an'
lose he. Myself all day look. Now he I
gotten an' keep." And the Uttle mother
o.aBped her baby boy to her breast, her
blue eyes shining with lovo or.d thankful-
ness.
Mary turned homeward, going at a run,
for she knew her own dear mother would
soon be out looking for her. As the went
along she felt glad that she had not turned
her Uttle Holland ov:r to the policeman,
"The hearts of the peor are as full of
love and axlety as are the hearts of the
well-to-do." said Mary to herself. "Clott-ei
and education only affect the exte-lor net
the interior. Aftr this I ill alwst s k-?p
my eyes open In the park for lono'v little
ones, especially for my Little Holland."
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TUB WO BJLCB-C0ATD CHOICES.
Little
RT'TH A8ITBT.
Queen Bee, Fairmont, Neb.
rolled over, dead. Jnck
tho day and many nfter.
was the hero of
(Second Prize.)
A Ruraway Accident
By Frances Scltz. Aged 9 Years, De Soto,
Neb. Blue.
One day my mother wished me to take
music lessons. As she was unable to ac
company me, I went ln charge of my aunt,
whose little daughter also takes musio
lessons. As the men were busy In the
field at work they could not take us to
Blair, so we were obliged to go on the
train. We decided on the way to try nnd
get a ride home. Luckily we met Mr.
Climpson, one of our neighbors, who eald
he would take us home. He drove two
horses, which had never seen an automo
bile. Farmers' horses seem never to get
used to them. So we hoped we would not
meet with nnv
, h . , , .
vV e had Just reached my aunt s house,
hPn we 8aw one coming. My aunt,
cousln anJ myself had barely time to Jump,
whe" tho horses shied, tipping the wagon
on Mr- Climpson. The horses ran into a
Pst- breaking the tongue and harness.
In th,s way hpy wrenched themselves loose
the wagon. Probably this was all
lnal savea Mr. Liimpson s lire, or at least
slous Injuries. Busy Bees, who have
nPver po,n ln BUC" an accident cannot
Imagine how frelghtened we were. I
couI(' rat nor sleep that night.' I do
not ,hlnk 1 will ever ride behind strange
horses when I go to Blair again.
-
fTIrnorary Mention.)
vOWS at a JrlCTUC
Bv Helen Holllway, Aged 11 Years, 615
Sf1,,th 7th Street, Nebraska City. Blue.
One day when I was about five years
old our Sunday school had a picnic In
"-"" s.o-. - w.m, iar
nuiu iuhii. j h my rnHoiiou was nni hpib
to take me. I thought I was not going to
get to go. but I had a kind Sunday school
teacher who said that If I could go, she
would look after me. We went out ln
the carryall and wo all enjoyed the ride.
We played games and had a good time he
fore dinner.
As soon as we sat down to eat our lunch
suddenly a herd of cows came up, and w.o
, ., ,, . ',.. -
juinijcij uii niiu rail aw;iy, uutny jrijfuicnea.
wuh tMr norna they turne, the tab,e(1
over We calle, t0 ,ome mnlJ tnRt were
worklnK near by to drlve thom aw,yi but
fortUnately no one was hurt. We picked
up an(J mnde the of the remainder of
our iunrh. We had a good time the rest
ot the afternoon and went home very tired,
y have never been to a picnic in that grove
since.
When Collie Went After the
Cows
By Ruth Ashby. Aged 12 Years, Fairmont,
Neb. Blue.
Ned was the only child of Mr. and Mrs
Hobart. They lived in the country. Ned
was very fond of pets and when he was
Ave years t)ld his father got him a Scotch
Collie. Every night when Ned went for the
cows Collie went with him. Collie - was
too old now to go. Ho had hurt one leg
so badly that he dragged it when he
walked.
Ned was very tick. The doctors said he
was dying. His father and mother were
stricken with grief. No ono thought to go
for the cows. Collie had laid in Ned's
room ever since Ned had been sick and re
fused to eat. He got up and limpwt slowly
downstairs and out to the pasture. He
collected the cowe and drove them home.
He then quietly took his place in Ned's
room strain, Ned was sleeping.
Slowly he got better and filially was abl.i
to go afler the cows himself. But he never
forgot when Collie went after tho cows
alone.
A Faithful Dog
By Anna Chval, Aged 13 Years, South
Thirteenth Street, Omaha. Blue.
My mother when she was a young girl
had a dog named Bhep that used to go to
meet her and her brother when they were
coming home from school. Ha would not
give them peace until one of them would
put their hand ln his mouth and k-t him
take them home. This habit once saved
my mother's life.
Once she was sent to a neighbor's farm
on an errand about two ir.ties from her
houte and was delayed beeuiee of a snow
storm and had to wait till It was lute in
the evening. Thinking that her parents
would be worried about her she started
for home. As she shut the dour after her
eho became blinded with the snow. As
you know, there are no electric lights In
the country. Fhe started to walk on, and
when she got at.cut a half a mile from the
hcuuo k!:e found she was lost. But still
she did not give mp. As she was going on
she felt the dog's fur and she bid him
take her home, so she put her hand In his
loutb and he brought her safely bonis.
Tints a:a later my grandfather sQt
ALTS martin,
FnJrmont, Neb.
The Misses Disturbed the School
There was once a school
Where the pert Ml?s Rule,
Taught a number of misses that vexed her;
M1S3 Chief was the lass
At the head of the class,
And young Miss Demeanor was next her.
Poor little Miss Hap
Spilled the ink ln her lap,
And Miss Fortune fell under the table;
Miss Conduct they all
Did Miss Creant call.
But Miss State declared this was a fable.
Miss Lay lost her book.
And Miss Lead undertook
To chow her the place where to find It;
I)ut upon the wrong nail
Had Miss Place hung her veil.
And Miss Deed hid the book safe behind it.
They went on very well,
As I have heard tell.
Till Miss Take brought ln Miss Understanding;
Mis3 Conjecture then guessed
Evil things of the rest.
And Miss Counsel advised their disbanding.
Cheerful Moments,
the dog to chase the hogs from digging
In the hay stacks. The dog obeyed. A
pitchfork had been left stuck ln the ground,
which the hogs knocked down as they
started to run. The dog, running after
thom, stuck tho fork In his breast. And
this was the epd of the "Faithful Dog."
The Fox and the Sick Lion
By Bertha Petersen, Aged 12 Years, Wayne,
Neb. Blue.
It waa reported that the Hon wa sick
and the beasts were made to believe that
they could not show more respect than by
going to visit him. Upon this most of
them went, but It was particularly noticed
that the fox was not among the number.
The lion, therefore, sent one of his Jackals
to sound him about It, and to ask him why
he had so little respect as never to como
near him at a time when he lay so danger
ously 111, and everybody else had been to
see him.
"Why," replies the fox, "pray present
my regards to his majesty, and tell him
that I have the same respect for him aa
ever, and have thought of going to see
him and kiss his royal hand; but I have
been terribly alarmed at seeing the print
of the feet at the mouth of his cave, all
pointing forward and none backward, that
I did not have courage enough to venture
ln."
Now the truth of the matter was that
this sickness of the lion was only a sham
to draw the beasts into his den, the more
easily to devour them. "
Jimmie's Experience
By Amy Carr, Aged 13 Years. Lyons,' Neb.
Blue.
JImmie was a little boy who lived in the
country whose parents cared little for him.
They didn't like children and made Jlmmle
work very hard, although he was only 11
years old. "Jimmy," cried his mother,
"come now and go over to grandpa's to
take something." "All right," said Jimmy.
He started away. He soon got to grandpa's
all O. K., but coming back he met a mean
cow that had got out of the pasture. It
plunged toward Jlmmle and Jlmmle plunged
toward the cow and was quickly mountea
on the animal's back. The animal was
terribly frightened and ran as harl as
she could, keeping on the road to take
Jlmmle home. Jimmie's father had once
been a cowboy and Jlmmle knew lots about
riding. He rode on and on until Jlmmle
got home. Then he slid off and the cow
still kept running. '
Boys, Bees and Animals
By Richard Tage, Aged 8 Years, 2fJ4 Cap
itol Avenue, Omaha, Red.
Mr little brodder knows animals,
De catsUnd dogs he sees:
D fvs he siivs Is boddersome,
Vnd don't like bumblebees.
He says they is such homely tings,
I'nd flvs about so funny,
But I says, "Brodder, them's de tings
Vot gives us all de honey."
He says, "Dat's right, thev does do dat,
I'nd how does It come from dem?
I speck it eomes dent like de eijgs
Dot conies from our big hen."
The Dog's Mistake
By Glenn E. Musgrave, Aged 10 Years. 2415
Worth Twentieth Street, Omaha. Blue.
When I was about 3 years old I was
hanging on a gate calling the boy next
door. When my foot got caught and I
was trying to get It out, their dog tliought
I was trying to hit hlin and rsn at me and
bit n.e on my wrist.
In the Nest
By Hope Hutton, Aged Years. 2C10 South
Thirty-svroiMt Btreet, Omaha. Blue.
In the nest tiiere were four eggs. The
mother bird waited patiently for the eggs
to hatch. At last they hatched. Th;y wen
all nice but one, who was siucy. One
day he was naughty and he said to his
mother, "I'm not going to may In th:s old
nest." As he ituld this he Ji.mixd down
from the nest. When be ot duwa be
IRMA YARLETZ,
Ixnlftc I'ole, NeU.
screamed with all his might. Some chil
dren hearing him ran to the spot where
he laid. They picked him up and looked
for the nest, which they soon found in the
tree. They got a ladder and put hlm In
the rest. He had a broken Jeg. But
with his mother's care he got well.
Playing Horse
By Taul Bush, Aged 10 Yenrs, 2532 Decatur
Street, Omaha.
I have two dear Uttle children and. I
love them very much. Let me tell you a
short story about them.
One is a little girl, and her name Is
Jennie. She Is quite a bright little girl,
nnd she sometimes makes us laugh by the
odd things she says.
She used to call a pencil "a mark." A
hammer she called "tho pound." The fire
she would call "the burn." Even now she
calls the stars "the twinkles." Jennie la
quite a good little girl most of the time,
but once In a while she is naughty and then
she has to stand in the corner till she is
good.
Bhe has a brother, who has begun to
walk alone. She calls him "a cunning
splendid little fellow."
Sometimes the two play horse together.
Baby will try to go quite fast, and often
he will fall down.
Sometimes he bumps his head and then
cries hard. Sometimes he does not get
hurt, and then he will laugh and mil over
on the floor like a very gay horse Indeed.
Letters have been received from the fol
lowing Busy Bees, to be published later:
Malvln Newman, Omnhn; Mildred Durnall,
OniHha: Susie Scott, Kearney, Neb.; Norlne
SchulofT, J'luttsmouth, Neb.; Frances Titus,
Holdrege. Neb.; Helen Holllway, Nebraska
City, Neb.
Beheaded
No. 1 represents a Weapon; behead it and you have a fruit; behead It ln tura aa4
yuu have a pari of the body. Can you gues those?
uewer vo last Mki puule; c-ia-ie. Late, te.
Loyal Subjects
MARY F.NfJL,
Omaha.
Queens of England
ART, not only queen of EngUnd
but sovereign aa well, wajs bor
of Katharine of Arrngon, Henry
VlII's first wifo. The dat" oi
her nativity was February IS, l.VS.
She was the third child born to Henry and
Katharine of Arragon, but the other two
(miles) died ln their Infancy.
Mary's first years were spent In the
closo companionship of her fond mother,
who looked after her daughter's educa
tion with strictest fidelity. Mary was a
musical prodigy, for it Is related that
when but three years she could "play
on the vinrlnals."
While Mary was still an Infant Francis
I of France entered Into negotiations
with Henry VIII for a marriage between
the baby princess and the dauphin, heir
to the French throne. But nothing cams
of this proposed betrothal. A little later
when Mary was In her sixth year a
treaty of marriage between her and the
Emperor Charles V was signed. Th
emperor waa 3 years old at the time.
When Mary was about 9 years old
Charles V heard the court gossip from
England that Henry waa contemplating
a divorce from Kathcrlne of Arragon. and
the disinheriting of the Princess Mary.
He straightway broke his marriage con
tract vlth tho little princess and soon
married Isabel of Portugal. It Is a strange
coincidence that Mary late In life mar
ried Philip II of Spain, the son of
Charles V, who had spumed her. Sna
was some U or 12 years Philip's senior.
Before becoming queen Princess Mary's
Ufa waa full of disappointment. Imposed
wrongs, degradations and deep grief. Hef
health was also wretched and her mind
dwarfed. It Is not so much a wonder
that her reign was one of sickening blood
shed, which gave to her the title of
urim inruuitn ins iirsL iweniv vwn or n
Ufa and notes Its many turnings. Fris)
QUEEN MARY.
a sweet-tempered little maid with a pre
cocious mind and quick intellect sha
grew Into a soured and disappointed wom
an, her ambitions smothered ln the bud
even her birthright taken from her by her
own father. Sho became a narrow-minded
bigot, cruel and relentless.
Mary Tudor waa in her thirty-seventh
year when she became England's sov
erign queen and died In her forty-second
year. MART GRAHAM.
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