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THE OMAHA SUNDAY KF,FiS OCTOBEK 13, 1907.
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THE BUSY T5EES will find their page very Interesting today, as ths.
mall last week brought a great many original stories, and most ot
them were exceptionally good.
The exchanging of postal cards among the boys and girls seems
to Increase In popularity, as each week new names are sent In to add
to the list of tbopo having postals to send in exchange for others. The follow
ing are names and addresses of these: Miss Lotta Woods, Pawnee City, Neb.:
V Maurice Johnson, 1G27 Locu6t street, Omaha; Miss Ruth Ashby, Fairmont.
Neb.: Miss Pauline Psrks, York, Neb.; Miss Louie Stiles, Lyons. Neb.; Miss
Hulda Lundberg, 348 South I street, Fremont, Neb.; Miss Edna Enos, Stanton,
Neb., and Miss Alice Grassmeyer, 1645 C street, Lincoln, Neb.
Miss Oall E. Howard, queen and captain of the blue side, and Mr. Albert
Goldberg, king and captain of the red side, have been ruling for two weeks
now, and the red side is ahead, as last week both prlre stories were won by the
red team. So this means for the subjects of the queen to make a special erfort
to win the prizes next week.
A very few of the writers forgot to
to mark their stories either red or blue.
The prize winners for this week were
Fairmont. Neb., and Miss Ruth Robinson
Those who succeeded In solving
Edwards of Fremont, Neb., and MIrs
was as follows: "the dear girls and
went home at sundown."
Great Grandpapa's Way
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By Bslena
HEAT-GRANDPAPA sat in ' his "Then I must 'not tell you anything
big armchair In the sun, dream- about my boyhood, for that would be hls
inir nn rlntiht of tha dava Ion. ' tory." aald grandnsna dryly. "All history
long ago when ho waa young
like hla little great-grandson
whose voice could ,be heard ring-
ling" hilariously from the children's play
ground In the rear of the fine country
home, situated In the city suburbs.
I "Harry!" called a voice, "como, it's time
for school." At the sound of Ills mother's
voice Harry the playft'l little great-grandson
of the dreaming old man on the porch
I came reluctantly from his play with hoop,
ball and dog, 'to the porch, answering his
Wiother who was in the house, and who had
balled to him from an open window,
i But as Harry came upon the porch his
jfaco Indicated that all Joy had gone from
Uim, lUT I1U UnHIKU HIS , I1CMU -nuu ti.i uoh
'hut his under Up In a decided pout "I hate
HChool." he declared vehemently to htm
tielf as he walked leisurely pant great
trandpapo. "I wish there wasn't any such
thing as school, so I do,"
A Grandpapa lopked up from his revery,
having been roused by Harry's Impatient
Words.
"What's that, son?" he asked, detaining
larry as ho was about to enter ths house.
fCome. what's that about hating school?"
That's all there Is to It, grandpapa,"
aid Harry, a bit of a blush coming at
avlng been overheard by grandpapa, for
jlarry. knew that his wish had been a very
iai'niy one, miiiouitn ne urn uui jr uu
I Jurt hate
erst and the enormity of It.
chool. That's all."
i "Now, son, suppose you call your mother
ere for a minute. I think I can persuade
'er to allow you to remain away from
!saons today and maybe If you then wish
t to remain away all the time. Call your
bother."
A look of eager anticipation came upon
Jarry'e face, and he ran'to the door and
jilled to his mother to come upon the
brch. "Grandpapa wants you on tmport
ht business," he added, as his mother Bp
pared. "Now. daughter," said grandpapa (who,
as in fact a grandfather to riarry s
jcther. but ne always acioressea ntr as
Lughter), "I think we'd better have gov-
ness exev-ao Harry from lesions today.
a says he hates school, and wishes there
La no such thing. Now. since he doesn't
prove of the Institution of learning
ktes education, so to speak we should see
it that he is excused from books.
Grandpapa gave a knowing look at his
anddaughter who seemed to perfectly un-
rstand blm, and turning to her little son
e said:
If you do not wish to go upttalrs to the
Rioolroom 1 11 have governess excuse you,
grandpapa has requested ma to do. Tou
y slay here and talk for an hour or so
th grandpapa." .
krt then Hnrrv's mbther went upstairs
tell the governess who was engaged to
ich Harry, and his older brother and sl-
s that Harry was to be excused from
sons that forenoon. And ah also had a
;v very private words with the governess
Ifor sho again returned to tne porcn
er grandpapa and Harry were now Ir,
iversatlon.
Grandpapa, tell me about your own
hool days," said Harry, loving better
Ln anything to hear grandpapa talk
bis own boyhood.
randpapa sat silent for a minute, then
d: "Po you lik to study history.
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arry pursed up his Hps, shook his
rd emphatically ana saia:
I don't. I bate his-
"WiiAi 8 THAT buNT
mark their stories original and also
Be more careful In the future.
Miss Ruth Ashby, aged 12 years, or
of Little Sioux. Ia.
last Sunday's rebus were Miss Pauline
Hulda Lundber? of Fremont, Neb. It
boys spent Saturday in the woods, but
Davis.
deals with past events. Were I to tell
you of my boyhood K would mean to en
lighten you concerning certain customs of
those times. And that is hlptory."
"But I like that sort of history." cried
Harry.
"How would you like to hear me tell
of the civil war?" grandpapa asked sud
denly. "Oh, I'd love that," answered Harry,
drawing his chair nearer. "I know you
must have had some exciting times dar
ing the war, grandpapa, for mamma has
told us BO."
"Not nearly so exciting as did the many
great army officers".,' said grandpapa, smil-
"Tell me about some of the officers,"
begged Harry. "That would be great,
grandpapa."
"Well, I'm so old that my memory is
not as It used to be, son. but if you'll
run and bring your United States history
that I may refresh my mind I'll tell
you about Abraham Lincoln, a strange
and wonderful genius."
Harry was not long In fotchlng the text
book grandpapa had asked tor, and laid
It on the old gentleman's knee. Grand
papa took It up, opened the ' pages and
began to scan them. Then suddenly . he
closed the book, saying: "But you hate
school which means - learning, ' and this
'wouId bo teachltig you a history lesson.
ou, wo niusi not open mis oook. xour dis
like for study forbids us to do so."
"Oh, but grandpapa, I want to hear
about Abraham Lincoln." protested Harry.
Grandpapa shook his head. "No, soa,
you are excused from lessons today, and
I must not turn teacher. You wish there
was no such thing as school. Were there
no schools yru would never have learned
to read. If you could not rend you would
not have books. The past would be a
sealed mystery to you, and a mystery
to all people were there learning no
schools and books and lessons. Bo. alnee
you do not care to ,earn we mut aeBtroy
your books, for they are useless."
Harry's face was serious.' but he did
nt say anything to trite suggestion, though
j dd not rej!,n t n h, heart He began
to understand that going to school and
studvlna- from books
vastly more . ImporUnt than he had real-.
Ued before. But ha hardly knew Just
what to say to hl grandfather about de
stroylng his books, and adroitly turned th
subject. "Bay, grandpapa," he began,
"since you can't tell ms abaut your own
boyhood, nor about Abraham Lincoln,
s'pose you tell me about th time your
father and mother when you were a little
baby were almost takeu prisoners by th
Indians. I'd love to bear that again, for
I've almost forgot It."
"No. that would b Indian hiatorv" ex.
plained grandpapa. "And w must not
touch upon anything of th past for that
la history. And you are supposed to study
nothing."
"But that wouldn't be study." protested
Harry. "You'd tell It to nie and I'd lis
ten." "It's one form of learning," said grand
papa. "You'd learn from my recital Just
as you would from books. So, that'a a
forbidden thing."
Harry began to grow nervous. It eeemed
there was little of Interest to talk about
that did not pertain to history Well, be
would give up in pieasur ot rearing of
the past. He d ask grandpapa about things
or me present no rummagea aoou in
hla mind for something to talk aLiut.
Just then an automobile went dashing
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1"T" ' '-.rrmmirnmnamiiumm'j Ill KWMteimaiBaWMaBimmKmmmmmmmmaMW&U
Hti AeKtiD. "CoME. WHAT 8 THAT ABOUT HATING JCHOOL?"
Th
e ingcan.
Vevy few can
Tell the Toucan
From the Pecan
Here's a new plan: . -To
take the Toucan from the tree,
Jfequires im-mense asU-i-tee,
While amj, .one can pick with ease
The pecans from the Pecan trees:
It's such an easy thins to do,
That even the Toucan he can too.
RULES FOR YOUNG WRITERS
1. Writ plainly on one side of the
paper only and number tie pagss. -I.
Us pen aad Ink, not pencil
5. abort aad pointed articles will
be given preferenoe. So not as ever
i60 words.
4. Original stories or letters only
WtU be used.
6. Writ you name, ag and ad
dress at the top f th fix it pag.
Tlrst and seoond prises of booki
will be given to th best two con
tribatlen t this page each week.
Address all conununicaiiona to
CHUSSXg'l FABTJIXljrT,
Omaha See.
(First Prise.)
Uncle Paul's Ring
By Ruth Ashby. Agad 1 Years. Fairmont,
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"Children," raid Unci Paul, one morn
ing at the breakfast table, '"I've lost iny
r,n'
It's valuable, of course, but I
v value it more for Its memories than for
Its real worth. To tno one Whl f mis It
1 11 lv xbl" holding up a bright IS
" P'oc'- ow, uau, a,uiuco, ooooy,
Helen oxx 'll nunt 'or
"Margie," turning to the S-year-old
bBy "yu can hunt, too."
M 11 flnd aid Margie, wisely, rap-
Bln" wlln nor spoon up ber ciuur. Arter
braekfast every child rushed out to find the
aa twisted some grasa around her
ring.
"Let's see.
"Let's see, saia uau. silling aown on
tne Porcn ; Bieps. woma puy ciny,
lce cre,m' hllr ribbons for Helen, Eunlca
an1 Welt Teddy bear for Margie,
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past on tha road In front of the house.
Harry's Inquisitive mind found relief.
"Grandpapa, how do they make elec-
incuy-ui ii umnv
we see flashing In th sky?
"Electricity, my sen. was discovered-
But I must not tell you, for that would
teaching you something you do not
already know. Since you hat school and
dooks ana icanons you musi noi o in-
atructed ln things educational. If men
had not beengreat student there never
would hav been books. Without book
they could not aeive into the sciences.
Vi
nm Means.
for she'll feel badly when she don't find
It, a comb for " Then Eunice inter
rupted her.
"Gail, you'll never find it by sitting
there," she said, practically. Gall jumped
up and began to hunt.
But Uncle Paul's ring was nowhere to
be found. One by one they gave It up
and went to play.
"Mamma, can me take off shoes and
stockings," aiksd Margie, "and wade In
the brookT"
"Yes, dear, but better take Bobby with
you."
"No, no, ' mamma, Bobby's a boy. Me
don't llko boys."
"Well, then, Helen or Gall will go."
"No, mamma, me want Eunle."
"All right, take her." Margie trotted
off to get Dorothy May, her clothespin
doll.
Margie always seemed to like Eunice
better than her other sisters. "Eunice,
Uh.,Mar"e to JnT. ,
Thirteen-year-old Eunice swung Margie
on ber shoulder and Margie laughed with
delight.
One at the brook, Margie nulled off
her red slippers and atocklnga. She
waded until she was tired. Then Eunice
-.nA her fent and But on ber altniirs.
Then she showed Margie how to mako
gfcr(jenB and houses In the sand. Margi
played happily. Then ahe cam up to
Eunice.
"Be baby's new ring."
"Tea." ssld Eunice, without looking up.
ror sh was burled In "Hans Brlnker; or
th Silver 8kates." Sh supposed Mar-
nnger, u sh often did
-iook: Bee now pretty it snines, UK
th sun." Insisted Margie. Eunice looked
up, and there on baby'a linger waa Uncle
,
No, we must not talk about electricity
oor Khtnlng. W must not talk about
mnga that CB fof uesUon, on your
part ana enlightening answers on my part,
We can talk about your ball and dog and
kite. W can talk about our food and our
,eep. We can talk about the things w
ge about us, but w must not ask how
they cam or for what purpose. That would
h learning. But don't you think you'd
better run and jlay with the dog and
b, an(J noopT .Ph,,.,-. .tudylng ln
,dl, pume. you know."
Harry relucUnty wlthdew from the
porch to the playground, but h could
not get Interested In his play and sent
Fldo about his business, saying, "Oh, you
are auch a stupid thing, Fldo, for you
don'J: know anything," Then Harry aat
dewn to meditate on hla last words to th
dog. Supose he should never go to school
again! Wouldn't he grow up to be a very
Ignorant manT Would he be able to cop
with th world? Would he ever become a
business man, like hla papa. If he stopped
learning? Would ha forget even what little
h already knew? And wouldn't his brother
Tom and his sisters, Betty and Alio, be
ashamed of him when they were all grown
up and he was a fool? Tea, It waa really
a very serious matter. Tom' and Betty and
Alice were now learning their lessens up
In th big pleasant school room. Perhaps
they were learning Indian history, or maybe,
about Abraham Lincoln. And her waa
he. Harry, too laiy to Ilk lesson. But
when he got to be a big boy Well, then
he- wanted to be very smart Indeed. !!
wished that be might roak th whole
world hear of him. But bow was he to
accomplish anything If he did not study
now?
Harry threw his ball on th ground and
returned to the porch, where grandpapa
still sat. As he reaumed his seat grand
papa said: "When It Is recess tlm I waat
you to tell Tom and Batty and Alice to oorae
to th porch. I've got a fin story o( th
revolution of our Oorg Washington
to tell them, for I think they are now
studying about revolutionary times. It
la a most Interesting subject, too. But
we'll aak you, son, to withdraw from the
porch while we discus their lessons. We ll
not forget tLat you are excused from learn-
ru!' ring. Marjorle Howard. nhr did
ou get It?" cried Eunice.
"Oh. me found in the sand."
Eunice picked up bby and ran to the'
house. Uncle Paul gave her the rocnoy,
fchlch she put In her bunk. So JMrJorle
found the ring, as she had snlil.
(Second Prise.)
In the Woods
By Ruth Robinson, Aged IS Years. Little
Bloux. Ia. Rod.
It was one bright morning In September
when I and two friends went to the woods
to p!ck grapes. I will tell you our nannvv
Kl!a Grayson, Violet Palls, and by name Is
Ituth Wals.
Well, i I went up to my friend Violet's
and told her that I was going graptng and
wanted her to go too, so she said aha would.
We took some baskets and a flour sack.
We got out In tho country and met Ella,
who la another friend, so she went along.
Wo went to a woods. The first thing when
we got Into the deepest part of the woods
we heard a bell and we could not think
what It was (Violet and I), but Ella told
' it was a cow bell.
When we found out what it was we ran
ii hard as we could and the cow after us.
I'M we came to a big tree and we climbed
i p. There were lots of grapes on the tree,
and the cow went away. When we got over
our fright we began picking grapes.
The tree was very rotten and I got out
on m limb that was not safe and down I
went, grapes and all. and lit In a wild
gooseberry bush, and that did not feel very
good. All I said when I fell was, "Oh,
my! Girls, catch me!" but, of course, they
didn't. It didn't hurt me. Maybe you think
I don't worship that gooseberry BuphI
We got our baskets full and went home,
and are going again next year,
(Honorable Mention.)
" The Dream of the Red Rose
By Irene Reynolds, Aged 10 Vears, Little
Sioux, la. Red.
A red rose wished she were a white rose.
One night she saw a firefly flying by and
said: "liver, flrbfly, can you make me a
nice whit dress? I am tired of my old
red dress." '
"I believe you would look best ln your
own bright gown than ln a whit dress,
like yonder roses; red Is prettiest," tha fire
fly said. '
Then the firefly flew away. At 12 the lire
fly and fairy called Changeable came to
the rose, and the fairy said: "So you want
to be a white rose Instead of wanting to
be your own sweet color?"
In an Instant tha firefly and the fairy
wer gone. The rose's wish came true. A
red rose asked her who sh was and she
answered, with a toss of her head, "I am
Miss White."
The rose awok from her dream and saw
her own red drese. Then sh looked at
yonder whit roses and said: "I would
rather be a nice, bright, red rose than a
white rose. I will never again be envious."
Everybody Works But Father
By Georg Grimes, Aged 13 Tears, Omaha.
From my viewpoint, half way up a tele
phone post, I had a good opportunity to
see how a song is put on a float. In "Every
body Works but Father," the master of the
household Is represented as sitting with his
feet on th stov reading the latest copy
of th "Times," borrowed from hla neigh
bor. His better half la outalde in the garden,
busy over the washboard, while her daugh
ters are hanging up th clothes, one of them
flirting the while with th valet, who Is
lighting her father' pipe. Back of the
house are the busy bees, crawling over the
hives. Tou may ask. "Is this a true repre
sentation of American home life?" En
raged mankind answers, "No!" It Is an
uncalled for attack on men by oppugnant
females, probably spinsters (or as they
now call them, bachelor maids of 86 or 40).
who have lost their last chance with men,
and now write articles on "The Bringing
Up of the American Youth," or "Tha Homo
Life and the School." You saw that
"Father" was seated In the kitchen: the
parlor is too good tor him. Th tumble
down appearanc ot the wall Is du to a
laxy landlord, not a lasy husband. Th
chief beauty of the ecene was lights, which
cast a beautiful glow over the otherwise
homely seen.
The Wrong: Mr. Smith
By Adelln Specht, Aged IS Tears, 617 South
Twenty-fourth Ave., Omaha, Red.
Mrs. Smith, a bride of a few weeks, had
Just moved Into her new boms. On day
ah was aummoned to her front door by
th ringing of the bell. Hastily tying on a
dainty whit apron which sh had handy
for such occasions, sh opened tha door
Ing today. And, of course. If you miss on
day you will miss many mora. And one
link at a tlm dropped from a chain In the
making destroys It as a useful thing. On
must pursu one's studies If one would ac
complish any good from tbm."
"Are you going to talk about anything
els when Tom, Betty and Alice com
down at recess time?" asked Harry eagerly.
"Well. 1 should Ilk to explain how th
children atudled botany when I was a
youngster," said grandpapa. "And our
method of learning spelling was vastly
different from the method used now, and
most exciting and Interesting, too. Put
her I am rattling on, Just as If you
wer a Uttl student instead of a boy who
had decided to throw books away and
atop going to school."
Harry sat with bead down for a minute,
then raising bis eyes to hla grandpapa's
face he satdi "Grandpapa, I'm tired al
ready of not going to school. I'm going
up to th school room right now and ask
Governess to let ms come ln and get at
my lessons, for I don't want to b a fool,
I don't. So, (randpapa. Just count me ln on
being on of th party when you tell that
revolutionary story. I doa't hate aohool,
and I'd b mighty sorry It ihsre war no
books, no lessons to learn, and, no school
to attend. And sine mamma and papa are
so kind aa to get a governess for us, so
that we may hav school right ln our cwn
home, I'd be very naughty If I failed to
appreciate It. Bo. from today on I'm
going to look at' learning ln a diftereut
light."
"Ah, now, sen, you are shouting," laughed
grandpapa. "Th worid has no place for
Idlers. It offer premiums, however, to
the well-educated boys and girls who are
earnest and energetic. I'm glad my Harry
has hnd his ye opened this morning, and
that be now understand th necessity of
an education."
"And you'll tell us about the Indians,
too?" asked Harry, as he rose to start
upstair to th schoolroom.
"Yea, about tha Indian, and my own
school days, too. this evening," agreed
grandpapa. "And now run along and tell
your mother that her little son ha turned
over a new Uf and means to be the
brightest scholar of them el' "
and- admitted a pleasant, middle-aged
woman.
Mrs. Smith thought. "This must be one
of my neighbors, come In to get ac-j-.iji;ifil.'5."
When, to her dismay, the
woman brought out Trom the folds of her
dress a sample package of "E. Z. Served
Breakfast Food," which she talked about,
telling how nutritious and how healthful It
was and that It was good for everybody,
etc., ending with the remark, "Mr. Smith
Is very fond of It and could eat It three
times a day." Mrs. Smith became suddenly
Interested and gav her order for a dozen
packages, thinking she had learned on of
"mother's" wsvs.
The next day Mr. Smith was served hla
first dish, which he gently pushed aside,
saying, "I never eat sawdust, dear." Now,
her was a mystery. Why had this woman
told her that Mr. Smith was fond of It?
As If to solve the problem, she looked over
the bill; there It was plainly written: "One
dozen packages to 110 Avenue A. MrS. T.
Smyth, agent" The little brldo resolved
that her husband waa not the only Mr.
Smith. '
A Hero
By Viola Porterueld, Aged 14 Vuid, oluiaii
Apartments, Omaha, Blue.
Once upon' a time there lived a little Es
kimo girl named Nellie.
Now, Nellie had a big St Bernard dog
whom she loved very much; his name was
Rover. One fine1 day In December Nellie's
mother, told her that she waa going next
door to borrow some oil and that she should
stay at home with Rover. So off she went
In such a hurry that she (Nellie) did not
hav time to ask her whether to start the
fir or not.
She went In ths house with Rover, but
Just as ahe got In the front door she heard
-a terrible nolso at the back door. She went
to sea what It waa, but could not see any
thing, so sh went about her work.
Again, again, again, it came, louder and
louder, and then "bang" th back door
fell In.
Nellie was so frightened she could not
speak, but stood open-mouthed, staring
hard, for there ln the door stood a Polar
bear and her cub.
When Rover saw what had frightened
Nellie, he gav a bark and then leaped on
tha cub, grabbed him by th neck and
threw him to the ground, dead.
x When the mother bear saw this she, burn
ing with anger, leaped upon Rover with
such force that poor Rover waa almost
killed, but ha wasn't.
Up he got and chased the Polar bear till
they wer ao far Nellie could not see them.
Rover did not com back till quite awhile
after that, but when h did he was the
hero of tha parish.
Christmas Tree
By Wllma R. Howard. Aged 10 Tears, 473
Capitol Avenue, Omaha. Blue.
"Newspapers! Newspapers! Omaha Bee!
Dally News! World-Herald! On-cent
apiece!" This was little Bob's voloe that
was calling. H was a little blue-eyed,
freckeled-faced boy of 9 years.
Everyone passed, but one In a while a
man would atop and buy a Dally Bee, for
thla was th most popular paper of all.
It was a eold day ln December when this
happened. It was about an hour after Bob
had bought his papera that a broad-shouldered
man stopped In front of Bob and looked
Into his eyes, then he drew out his purs
and asked him what his name was. Bob
told him It was Bob Roberson. Then the
man said that bia nam was Roberson and
that his sister's nam was Mary Roberson,
but she was dead. Bob told him that his
mother's name was Mary Roberson.
The next morning found Bob looking with
eager eyes at a beautiful Christmas tree
which was decorated with beautiful toys
and ornaments, which were all for him.
Results of a Wreck
By Hulda Lundberg, Aged U years, MS
South I Street Fremont, Neb., Blue.
Emma waa a little girl ten years ot age.
She was very kind and had many friends.
The town wher she lived was In Iowa.
On tha J4th of October waa - her birth
day. Sh was going to hav a party, ao
her mother sent out th invitations th
day before. Emma was vry happy; aha
could hardly wait for th day to com.
Tha next day at I o'clock the guests
came. They all brought her pretty pres
ents and had a nice time.
Now a few daya after thla Emma and
her mother received a telegram which
told them that her rath waa hurt Her
father had gon to Wyoming on a business
trip. Bo Emma and her mother begun
packing up their things at once to go
to Wyoming. Early ln the morning they
both atarted for Wyoming. The train waa
going at the rat of alxty mile per hour.
Aa It waa about half way to Wyoming
It stopped. The conductor ran through
the car and looked very frightened. After
a while he told the people that passenger
train No. 10 was coming, a short ways
from them. They gave a signal for It to
stop, but It was too late. It rounded th
curve and crashed Into their train. Th
train of eight cars fell in the ditch.
Emma and her mother wer In on of
these. Emma waa hurt very badly; her
mother was not hurt at alt. So Emma
waa taken to th nearest hospital and her
wounds were dressed.
It was found that both her left arm aad
leg were broken. Sh la now a crlppii
Let Good Enough Alone
Boy:
I wleh I were a bird to fly;
I'd never go to school:
I'd swing In tre-houghs every duy,
And dip In shady pool.
Bird!
Wer. . a bird, my silly boy,
Worms would your diet b:
And boy would take a shot at you
When you swung In leafy tree.
Boy:
J wish I were a little fish,
With fins upon my side:
Then all day lung thrcugtt water deep
1 merrily would g'.lda
Naughty Little Silly
Little Silly rlnys In school.
And never learns n lesson.
Shi? whispers, too. auain.t the rule.
Oh, It Is most dlstri'ssjn'!
At home she pouts and stubborn Is,
And her mother she annoys.
Not one thing does Kha to to please;
She spoils and breaks her toys.
She cries for sweet cake every day.
And frowns on broad and milk.
Sh says she hates her cotton frocks,
And wishes they were silk.
Oh, ah Is a most trying chlldl
As naughty its can be.
'TIs hoped the girls who read this tale
Are not so bad as she.
MAUD WALKER.
and cannot walk. I think she will not
forget that wreck aa long aa she lives,
i for, waa It not for the wreck she would
not be a cripple. '
A Day in the Woods
By Margaret Cowden, Aged 7 Tears, River
ton. Neb. Red.
" Once upon a time some children went to
spend a day In tho woods. There wore two
boys and two girls and their mother. One
little girl's name a as Mae and the other's
Bess. One of the boy's names was Earl nnd
th other's Dick. Eurl was a little boy
about t yeara old and Dick waa about 10.
And Mae halt and Bess was 9. Dick put
up a swing so Ahe girls could swing while
their mother fixed dinner. At dinner' they
talked about what they would do when
they got big. Dick said he was going to bu
a farmer and Earl said he was going to be
a carpenter. Mae said she was going to be
a farmer's wife and Bess said she was
going to be a city girl so Uiat she would
not have to ride to town for evsrythlng.
After dinner they gathered nut until late
and got so many nut that they could not
get them ln tho buggyv And Dick said that
they would hav to go and get tha wagon,
so they could get the nuts homo. And Mae
looked up and saw papa in the wagon, and
they went horn tired and happy.
Tom's New Magic Lantern
By Ruth Weller, Aged 10 Years, 2414 North
Twenty-first btreet. Omaha. Blue.
Tom waa out In the yard playing with his
two sisters. After playing different games
Mary, the oldest said: "Let us have a
moving picture show with yourmagio lan
tern that papa gav you on your birthday."
"And, yes, we can hav It In th shed. I
know mamma will let us," said Dorothy.
"What price shall wa ask?" said Tom.
"Oh. 1 cent," said Mary; "that will be
bough."
"Let's hav It tomorrow," said Dorothy,
who had n6 idea how long It took to fix th
Shed up and get ready for It. But It took
two days before everything was ready.
"Let us make the tickets and sell some
tonight," said Tom. Then they each got a
pencil and some paper. They sent Tom
around selling tickets. First thing the
next morning they had to help their mamma.
After they finished they went out and
started to get ths shed ready. Tom did
the running from the house to the shed.
They sold a lot of ticket and had good
success. But they never tried It again, for
It waa too hard work.
Limerick
Ther was an old buhle-bee, yellow;
A ntoit uotrf(dly big fellow;
He took a sly nip
At old iifln.lle's hip; '
And you should hav. heard old Brindl
bellow I M. W.
Were iou a flsh, my silly boy.
And swimming ln the brouk.
Tou'd And yourself quite suddenly .
Caught on aom angler's hook.
Boy;
Then If I may not be a fish,
Nor bird, with plumage gay,
What may I be btkldrs a boy?
Will you tell me, pray?
Bird and Fish:
Why, go to school and study hard.
And learn all that you can:
Improve your mind Mle you are young.
And grow into a MAN.
-MAUD W ALKkit
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