THE OMAIIA SUNDAY BEE: NOVEMBER 24, 1007.
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HE Busy Bees must not get impatient if they do not Fee their stories
In print Immediately after they are sent in, as the postman has
brought so many letters for the Children's page of late that it ia
Impossible to print them all on receipt. So Just watch the page
carefully and they will appear in time.
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The approach of Thanksgiving and Christmas has been an inspiration to
many of the boys and girls in composing and naming their stories, and such
good stories they are. too. Santa Claus and his Christmas toys is still far
enough in the future that there is plenty of time to weave all kinds of inter
esting stories about this mysterious and wonderful "toy distributer" so dearly
beloved by all of the boys and girls.
Well! Well! Writers of the Red team and subjects of Albert Goldberg
of Shenandoah, king and captain of the Red 'team, are you going to let the
Blue team gradually but surely gain most of the prize stories' with a big
chance of coming out victorious, when at one time you were five or six prize
stories in the lead? Now is the time to make a special effort, as the three
months' reign of Gail E. Howard as Queen and Albert Ooldberg as king close
with this month. If any of the Busy Bees have already decided who they
want as their rulers for the next three months send la their names, as It is
cot too early to vote now.
August Raabs called on the editor one day during the week. August Is
carrying his arm in a sling, having it broken playing foot ball three weeks
ago. He has promised that as Boon ns it Is strong enough to enable him to
write be will send In another story. August is a brother of our former Queen
Bee, Louise Kaabe.
Those who have sent In their names for the postal exchange are Mildred
Robertson, Manilla, la.; Louise Raabe, 2609 North Nineteenth avenue,
Omaha; Gail Howard, 4722 Capitol avenue, Omaha; Eda Behling, York, Neb.;
Estelle McDonald, Lyons. Neb.; Juanlta Innes, 2769 Fort street, Omaha;'Mar
guerite Bartholomer, Gothenburg, Neb.; Louise Hahn, David City, Neb.; Vera
Cheney, Crelghton, Neb.; Faye Wright, Fifth and Belle streets, Fremont,
Neb.; Ruth Ashby, Fairmont, Neb.; Maurice Johnson, 1627 Locust street,
Omaha; Lotta Woods, Pawnee City, Neb.; Miss Pauline Parks, York, Neb.;
Louise Stiles, Lyons, Neb.; Hulda Lundberg, Fremont, Neb.; Edna Enos,
(Stanton, Neb.; Alice Grassnieyer, 1545 C street. Lincoln, Neb.
The prizes for this week were won by Hazel Thompson, age 15, Blair,
Neb., and Nora Cullen, age 13, 3212 Webster street, Omaha. Honorary men
tion was Riven to Miss Louise Raabe, 2609 North Nineteenth street. Omaha.
The Red team Is still two prize stories ahead, having won fourteen, while
the Blue team has only won twelve. Don't lose a prize by forgetting to mark
erery story orlgibal.
How Jimmy
By Mand
,IMMY FRANKLY N was a born
electrician, devoting all his
spare time to the study. His
father and mother laughed at
Jimmy's enthusiasm; but Jimmy
declared that some 0ay he would
become a second Edison. His room away
upstairs, and separated by a hall from the
other upstairs rooms was a sight to be
hold. Wires and little worktables and
tools were everywhere. A small telegraph
Instrument occupied a prominent place
near one window of the room, and this
eould.be heard to click, cllcV, by the hour
at a time. Jimmy had a telephone wire of
, his own "contraption" (to use his boyish '
expression) connecting his room and the
room of his churn, Ted Jones, who lived
several blocks away. Jimmy had also con-
trlved a wireless telegraphic Instrument.
Wr!H k'"" ITt fr ,n "m? "I
which had been In a measure surprisingly
successful. But all the time that Jimmy
worked, his parent
laughed at him.
V. , V, l..liili..,nt
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One morning at the breakfast table, Mr.
Franklyn. while looking over the paper,
said suddenly: "Well, what do you thlnkT
The house right down at the comer, where
the doctor Uvea, was burglarized last
Bight!"
"Oh, and right in our block!" cried Mrs.
Franklyn, excited and apprehensive. "The
next thing we'll be awakened In the night
with a gun In our faces and an order from
a masked ruffian to hold up our hands! Oh,
how mortally afraid I am of housebreakers!
rd rather meet a wild bull on a country
road, without a chance to get away, than
to have a burglar get Into our house. He'd
scare me to death, even though he did
not touch me."
Mr. FTanklyn laughed at Ms wife's fears.
saying that since the block had been so
recently visited by a burglar, they need
not look for another attack In the Immedi
ate neighborhood tor some time.
Jimmy sat silent, thinking. Thst day it
school his mind wandered many times from
his lessons, and when, during his history
recitation, the teacher asked him to name
the commander-in-chief of the American
forces during the revolutionary war, he
quickly spoke UP. saylngi
"Edison, ma'am."
"What are you thinking about?" asked
the teacher, trying to hide a smile. She
had heard of Jimmy's devotion to electric
ity and had heard his school comrades re
fer to him aa Edison. Jr. "What haa Edi
son to do wtth the revolutionary war,
James?" she Inquired dryly.
Jimmy's fsce crimsoned and he muttered
some sort of excuse for having msde such
S mistake In names. Then, giving the cor-
rect answer to the question, he felt like
shsklng himself for being so absent-minded.
or rather for being so preoccupied with hie
own pet echeme. But, nevertheless, he
found it Just as difficult to keep his mind
on other recltatlone that day. and during
the arithmetic lsson he made such Inex-
cuaable blunders that the teacher lost all
patience with him. and. with a sharp rep-
rlinand. bade him to remain tn after eohool
ours that evening, when he mlgM be able
W get his mind on his books Instead of al-
m
(C v- :,lt i-.fsl-v v.-'--'- v.W sK 5?
Got His Way
Walker.
lowing It to "fly about the world on an
electric wire."
"Why, teacher." corrected Jimmy Inno
cently, "a person's mind could not go about
on electric wire! It's only signals"
"Nover mind, James," said teacher se
verely. "We do not have time today for a
lecture on the subject of electricity. You
remain In after school and see If you can
,et that arlthmetlc problem through your
hea1 a' eaaly aa you seem to get an elec-
tr,c current"
And ,hat afternoon poor Jimmy, wishing
much to be at home In' his dear old
workshop, among his wires and his tools
sat poring over cube root and the father
of our country, George Washington,
But there Is an end to all things even to
a long school day. And at last Just as the
iha" night began to gather. Jimmy
boun(le, ,nt0 fc own
fo . . . . , ' .
made amends for all he had hn nhii..
learn that day.
At table his father asked him whst he
had been Inventing lately.
"Nothing of any else except a scheme,"
replied Jimmy. "But If my scheme is
O. K. I'll hsve no complaints to make, sir."
"And do you mind sharing the secret of
your scheme?" his father asked, smiling
proudly at his precious little son.
"I'd rather not. sir," replied Jimmy.
lou see, It s this way, papa. Suppose the
scheme should fall through with well, then
I'd be embarrassed, you see. I'd feel sorry
that I had said anything about It."
"All right, go shead with your scheme
In secret," smiled his father. "When you
are ready to tell your mother and me about
it we shall be very glad to hear."
So the week wore away. Jimmy put In
' "unlls '"wmwu wncn not in scnooi
ma wurnnnL'p,
Then followed a strenuous Saturday for
h!s mother, who was asked to absent her-
self from the house for a few hours. She
willingly compiled, giving Jimmy the place
to himself all the forenoon. But m-hen she
returned In the afternoon she was met at
the door by Jimmy, who begged her to
ren aln away a few hours longer.
"My dear son," rerr.onstrateJ Mrs. Frank
lyri. "I cannot stay out all day. And what
are you doing? wiring the house, I'm
afrsld."
"There'll be no live wires about for you
to step on," promised. Jimmy. "Bo trust
me for I know electricity from long hand
ling of It."
There was such pride In Jimmy's voice
and importance In his manner that his
fond mother was forced to submit to his
Plan, and wer.t to make a prolonged call
uprm ,,. friend, leaving Jimmy In full
control of the house auatn.
n(j that evening when Jimmy's parents
came horr-e for supper they found a very
txclted and harry boy. He was radiant,
laughing and t-hattlng. Ills long task both
of n-ind and body was completed, and he
can e out of his meditative i.i-od. flndms
tongue to talk about anythiivs and every-
th!r.p.
"Well. I wonder what Is going to hap
ren." Jested his mother, ns'klng sbout on
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Burr.
The UirJ and the Burdock.
Who is there who has never heard,
About the Burdock and the Bird?
flrxL yet how vert vert feu,
Discriminate between the two,
While even Mr. Bur bank can't
Transform a Bird into a Plant!
PS;
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VMIXJtMUM'U DETAATOJUTT,
Omaha Bee.
(First Prlxe.)
Thank You
By Hasel Thompson, Aced 15 Years, Blair,
Nel. Blue.
Several winters sgo a woman was com-
ing out from some public building when the
heavy door swung back and made egress
somewhat difficult. A little street urchin
sprang to the rescue, and aa he held open
the door she said:
"Thank you." and passed on.
"D ye hear that?" said the boy to a com-
panlon.
"No. What?"
"Why. that lady said 'thank you' to the
likes o' me."
Amusea at im conversiiion. wrjicj, one
couia not neip overnearing, tne iouy xurnea
around and said to the boy: "It always
pays to be polite, my boy. remember that,"
Tears passed away, and last December,
when doing her Christmas shopping, this
s.me lady received an exceptional courtesy
from a clerk in Boston, whom she thanked,
"Pardon me. madam, but you gave me
my flrit lesson In politeness a few years
aeo."
The lady looked at him in amasement
-
tip-toe, lest she tread upon some concealed
ire.
"I'm almost afraid to step or to breathe,
Jimmy Sa so full of anticipation that I'm
expectant, and a bit yes. I'll admit It a
bit apprehensive lest his wires should be-
come entangled about us and csuse a a"
"A short circuit, mamma," suggested
Jimmy, laughing ot his mother s isnorance
of things electrical.
"And would that burn out a
fuse?" his
mother ssked. glancing a bit uneasily to
wards the electric light Wlxtures In tre
room.
"Yes. or burn off a a well, a persnn's
head." said Jimmy with mock gravity.
"Oh. child, don't It st so ruthlessly."
cried his mother, throwing up her hands
In horror; wrtrmp-n Jimmy and his
father had a good laugh at her expense.
f r J ' '
Bird
while he related the little forgotten In-
cldent. and told her that simple "thank
you" awakened his first ambition to be
something In the world. He told her how '
he went the nevt mnrnlnr And annlied for
a position as office boy In the establish-
ment where he was now an honored and
trusted clerk. Only two words. ' dropped
r a
dropped
Into the treasury of a street conversation,
but they yielded returns of a certain kind
more satisfactory than Investments, stocks
and bonds.
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(Second Prlxe.)
Disobedient Elsie
By Nora Cullen. Aged IS Years, SH3 Web
ster Street, Omaha. Blue.
It was two weeks before Christmas and
Elsie's mother was going shopping that
morning. She bought many presents for
her friends, and also a doll for Elsie.
When she came home she fastened on a
little slip of paper to the box, and put it
upon a high shelf where Elsie could not
find It.
One day Elsie was looking for her ball,
She couldn't find It anywhere. She looked
on the shelf for It. Something caught her
eye. It was a long, narrow box. She went
to look tn It, but on a little slip of paper
was msrked "Do not open."
She wondered what was In the box and
she resolved to open It and look la. She
lifted the box from the shelf and was
about to climb down from the chair she
was sianuing vn wnen uuu irii ui w.
oucn a noise it maae, u ihb wrr
china In It
It brought her mother from
the next room. Elsie told her mother what
she did. Her mother opened the box and
there Elsie saw a beautiful doll, with
flaxes hair, but she was broken into a
hundred pieces.
Her mother told her that the doll was
to be given to her Christmas, but now she
had disobeyed her and she must go with-
out the doll. Elsie was very sorry over
And then supper was announced, and
the three forgot for the time being tne
subject of electricity. That Is to say.
Mr. and Mrs. Franklyn had other things
In their mind; but even as he ate a
hearty meal Jimmy's mind kept wander-
Ing foiw the subjects of conversation to
the development of his great "scheme."
At o'cikek Jimmy put away his books,
for he hai been endeavoring to study
1,1s lessons for Monday, and said good
Blglt to Y..u father and mother. But he
could not ;eop for a very long time after
going to bed, he was so full of his
"What If It wouldn't work- he ssked
hlmir "I wnnM k the laiirh'.ne stock
of the house.
But It worked a!l right
m-hen I tested It frr.m the basorr.ent and
kitchen windows. It msde enough racket
to rouse a neighborhood, so It did."
But. towards mldnlKht exhausted nature
succumbed, and Jimmy fell Into a de. p
slumber. As he slept he drf md that
a terrible r'rginsr of lulls, followed by
a medley f t iul!ed voices, mas disturb-
Ing the ususl i:!et of the night. Then
his drearo turned irto a sort t t nlf-ht-
mare, for he dreimed that he mas flg'it-
Ing with a burglar w!.o had crrt into
h's roim to steal a handsome gold watch
which 1.1s fath. r l ad presented to him
an Ms last bir'. iJay.
"Come. J'.mmy. make up. son!" It
was Jimmy's fat' er's voice: and Jimmy
mas aroused frm Ms nightmare by It.
Also, his fat!er was shaking him by the
shoulder, ar.d repeating: "Come, sonny,
mske up!"
J!ramy sat un In lvl and nibbed his
eyes. Just at the moment Ms mind was
a blank "Yes. laps." he said, tak
ing it wss nornir.g ' I'll get up In a few
minu'ri Wr.nt time ia It. anvway? Why.
It's s'ill dark!" Jirr.my had Just realised
that the electric light mas bi:rrlng in
fcls room.
"We!l, Jimmy, you'd better gt awake
and come down sta'rs. Tour mother is
wetting te oor.gratulate you on havibg aa
eueceisfully mired the house with burglar
alarms. What do you think? A b"rUr at-
tempted the basement door and the alarm
ent off under my bed. I Jumped up. got
her doll and ever afterwards she tried to
obey her mother.
(Honorary Mention.)
Lost in a Fog
By Louise Raabe. Aire 11 Tears, ?Ao North
Nineteenth Avenue, Omaha. Blue.
Mr. Jones brought home a turkey. All
the employes of the Jewel mine received
one as a present two days before Thanksgiving-.
"Isn't It a beauty," cried 10-year-old
Ella. "And so big we cannot eat him all
alone," put in Fanny, who was 12 years
old.
Then mamma said: "How would it be to
Invite Aunt Phoebe and ths children over
for dinner?"
Next afternoon Ella. Fanny and Tom. a
neighbor boy, started out to Invite Aunt
Phoebe, who lived
the hills.
few miles distant over
They Intended to stay all night and come
over In the morning with their aunt. The
children had often gone back and forth
and knew the road well. There were ever
greens and pine trees of which they gath
ered the prettiest branches.
Then a chipmunk hopped along and they
left the road to chase It. They had not
noticed that a fog was coming up and It
grew dark. They did not know where they
were. On and on they walked till they '
could go no farther, and then Tom noticed
a cabin with a light Inside not far from
them. He took courage and knocked. A
friendly miner, who llyd there all alone,
opened the door and bide the children to
come In. They told him where they came
from and where they wanted to go, and
he said they were about eight miles from
eltner place, in gave mem some suui-r
and In the morning took them to AuntKo1nl ny farther,
Phoebe's.
All Insisted for him to go home with
them and help to eat the turkey, which he
did.
A Happy Christmas
By Hulda Lundberg. Aged Years, MS
Couth I Street. Fremont. Neb. Blue.
It was a cold winter day, and the snow
lay deep on the ground. It was the day be-
fore Xmas and people were going about
carrying Xmas toys and candy.
Helen French was waiting for Santa
Claus to come and as she was looking out
of the window she saw a man which she
thought was Santa Claus, so she ran to
her mother and said, "Oh, here comes
Banta Claus," but It was not, only a man
with a heavy coat and boots, and his cap
over his ears.
Then her mother said Santa Claus only
comes tn the night. Just then her brother
Ned came Into the room. He showed Helen
all tho presents he had bought for her.
Helen opened them and began playing with
them. There was a little pony and cart.
a doll, a story book and many other things,
After she had put them away she went to
see If Santa Claus was coining, but Instead
of seeing what she expected, she saw a
u,ti -in i.h .n M laeket. no can on her
head no mittens, her shoes and stockings
h.r .,,. Rnd hands were
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DI1B CAII1B U V 1116 B L I BUU Aliuvn
the door HeIen opened the door and said.
..Hali0 ilttie g)ri are you very ooldT Come
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. d At warrri.
in am V4ry cold
said the girl. a. she
W8ikad i Bnd seated herself by the stove.
Just then Helen's mother came Into tho
room and aai,ed the girl who she was. "My
name Is Ruth Mormeden." replied the girl,
"my mother and father are both dead, and
, . .
WHO IS HE?
A little chap who sneaks about
Di...l,na htMrn toes-es:
wllo treats them in a manner cool.
And paluts quite rea meir
Who strikes the flowers In fall quite dead.
And n-akes the autumn chill:
Who comes when least expected
At night when all la still.
He comes around Just once a year;
And ne'er Joes he get lost!
He's sometimes early, sometimes late.
Hut we re sure to he Jack Frost.
Annie James.
my revolver and ran Into the hall Just in
time to cover a nouseoresaer. no w
standing at the glass sash In the door. try-
ing to open the lock. He had gotten in
through a side window where you had not
paCed a wire-and had filled a bag wifh
the ,nVer and other valuablra and was
making off by the back door In the base
ment when he. unawares, set off the alarm.
As It did not : unJ In the basement but
went off louder than a cannon beneath my
bed I had the advantage of the fellow. I
helJ him with my revolver till your mother
could recover strength enough from the
" They have
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notify the great electrician that his work Is
perfectly stit'sfactory. snd I'm ready to
sign a check for any reasonable amount he
asks for."
Jimmy sat up and drank In the news.
row wholly wide awake. Bo his wora na J
been successful! A great rrlde overcame
him and for a moment he could not speak
for his emotion. Then he ssked In a calm
voice:
"When you heard the noise beneath your
bed pad. what d'.d you think It was?"
"t first I mss daied; then I remembered
hnw bury you had been in the house all
day, working at your 'contrartlon.' and In
stantly I knew the noise must be an alarm
set off by a housebreaker. I told your
mother my supposition, and she ran to the
head of the stairs to receive orders from
me should my surmise be correct. And It
waa true. There, In the basement, I got
my burglar."
"Well, all I ask. Dad. Is to be allowed to
study electricity,
his clothes, for
' aald Jimmy, dramlng on
he was too excited and
proud of his success to think of going to
bed again that night.
'And you shall have your way, my son,"
answered his proud father. "Tou shall yet
t 'Edison. Jr .' mark my words."
And the two hurried downstairs to talk
the matter over with Jimmy's mother, mho
was malting for them, feeling In hr nerv-
mil way that Jimmy 1 ad really saved their
Uvea that night tnro.ign ire successim
murkir.gs of tis clever ' contraption.-
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I was going- to find my cousin, Helen
French, but I haven't found her yet"
"This Is your cousin," said Mrs. French,
as she kissed the girl on her cheek. You
shall live with us forever.
Helen played with Ruth until dark and
then they were put to bed. When they wero
asleep Mrs. French and Ned filled their
stocklngs with nuts and csndy, but this
was not all. There was a new coat, stock-
Ings and shoes, a cap and mittens for
Ruth, and a new fur, mittens and a
srssM"'
tree trimmed with pretty things stood in
gold ring for Helen,
the dining room for them.
When they got up and were dressed they
were so happy with their things that they
did not get sleepy the next night. But be
fore they went to bed they lighted the
randies. After this Mrs. French never saw
happier children than Ruth and Helen.
They never had a happier Xmss than this
and I know they won't forget It.
Gooseberrying
By Ansel Brlggs Robertson, Aged 7 Years,
Washti. Ia. Red.
One day two little boys, Hsrold and Aus-
tin, went out Into the woods to gather
gooseberries. They got nearly out to the
woods when It began to thunder and light-
n1ng and then began to rain. Harold had
hlf coat with him, but Austin thought he
would not take his coat, so he put a sack
around his back.
They went farther into the woods when
Austin lost the sack and they thought
they had better turn back. On their way
bak thv m. tn . h, .... whBr ih
bought they would re,t awhile before
When they got farther out of the woods
they came to a barn and went In and sat
down to eat dinner, when a man came out
to shut the door. The boys yelled at him
and he said be would not shut the door
tight.
When the7 had finished their dinner, they
played in the hay mow a little while, until
it stopped raining, then they started home,
When they reached home they were Very
"red and muddy and not a gooseberry
wltn them.
"
H&llOWe'eH
B jtUKy Denny. Aged 11 Years. Casper,
Wyo. Blue.
Hallowe'en we girls gave a party. We
Invited some girls and then dressed up
as ghosts and went In where they were,
In the dark. We groaned as hollowly aa
we could- The girls all screamed. Thea
we were given numbers, and the invited
girls were to guess who we were. After
that we took off our things and had some
candy.
Tho w8 1 t down and told ghost
etorles. I told two. Then came lunch.
We had cocoa, two kinds of cake, cooklos
made like Jack-o-lanterns and many
th" things. After lunch wa played
games. "Hunt the whistle" and many
other familiar ones; then more candy,
Som of the flrls tok Paper napkins
and had the other girls write their names
on lliem.
Then nearly all of the girls
took hom8 on of he jac,k"?:Ii
cookie, aa a remembrance of the first
ha 8- C, for that wa. the club
thf v J theJa,rty'
All of the girls who were Invited said
they enjoyed themselves greatly. I am
sure I did.
Margie's Kitchen
Rv filariva Llndskoerh. Aited 10
Years,
4227 Ohio Street, Omaha. Red.
One day a little girl named Margie
was dressed up in her best clothes, for
day school picnic The buggy was ready
and they rode off to the woods.
Her mother Joined the women and she
Joined the children. They played lively,
but she soon got tired and fell aaleep
by the stump of a tree. She slept for
quite awhile and then she heard a voice
calling "Follow me."
There before her stood a small figure
dressed In a brilliant robe. She followed
her by the side of brooks and paths.
Boon she came to a amall house fitted up
very neat.
Margie followed her Into the house.
The fairy brought her In the parlor
first. It was very neat. Indeed; then in
the pretty bedrooms; then In ths dining
room, which was lighted up nicely, anl
then in the kitchen, and. to her delight,
there was a stove and other kitchen
utenalls.
The falrv asked her what room she
wanted, and she said, "Why, I like the
kitchen the best." Just then she heard
her mother calling her. She woke up
and found herself In her own home. Her
mother had taken her home while she
sleeping.
Where Johnnie Went
By Alpha Fleld. Aged 11 Tears. Omaha,
Neb. Red.
Johnnie!"
No answer.
"Johnnie!
Still silence.
"Johnnie !"
"What."
Mrs. Portore knew her little boy so well
that when he answered th s may aha al-
mays felt he maa In mischief.
An hour before she had dressed Johnnie
In a mhite dress and kid shoes to go shop
ping mlth her.
But the last few minutes Johnnie had
disappeared. Where was he? His mother
lookvd through the rooma, but her boy
mas not there. 'Looking 0'.ut the door she
saw some little tracks, which she follomej.
At the tear of the house wss a hole
which Johnnie had dug and called It his
well. The hole maa full of mater from the
ahomer. and In It, In all the mud and water
mas Johnnie, working as fast as he
Could.
"Oh Johnnie!" screamed h!s mother.
"what a naughty boy you are!"
"Will, mamma." said Johnnie, " I was
afraid It wouldn't rain aguin and I wants
a big well."
Johnnie did not go shopping with his
mother that sfternoon.
Our Squirrel
By Howard Samuel Hnier, Aged 10. VI Eat
Fifth Slretri. Hastings. Neb. Blue.
Pearl and Fred always m anted to have
a good time.
Their mother said one day that they
could go to the park and stay until 11
o'clock. 8o pearl and her brother started.
They had gone about three blocks when
they were stopped by a noise which they
heard In a tree. Fred climbed the tree
to see what it was. . There mas a squirrel
sitting on a branch by a hole.
The snulrrel Jumped In the hole. Fred
gt't over to the hole, put his hand In it
ar.d caught It by the tail. He drew It out
and tied the feet of the squirrel, then
, n . 1
aropiw . lu
Fled got domn out of the tree and took
the squirrel and ran home wliti
it.
1M
called out to his mama, "Manm Mamn!
Look here what I have caught." It Is iv
squirrel, mama." replied Pearl. "All rlcht.
hare Is a box for it, Fred. Now 1 w 11
get nome screen and a hammer and nails "
Fred nailed the screen over the top of the
box and made a door. Fred put the squir-
rel In and shut the door. They fe.l It
and the squirrel was as comfortable us
could be.
Who Had Seen a Wreck
By Hulda Lundberg. Aged IS Years. 348
ovum i oireec, rTemont, eo. riue.
Robert Millar was a boy about 14 years
of age. He was eery cruel. Ha often
killed birds.
He had a little brother, but would never
let him go with him, and often slapped
him.
One day he was crossing the railroad
track, when he thought to himself. "Oh,
how I would like to see a train get
wrecked." So he took a shovel and tied
It to the track. Then he hid behind a tree.
He waited there about ten minutes and
then he heard the train whistle. It was
coming very fast. He was going to take
,he shovel ofT. but It was too lat. When
tn fireman saw the shovel he Jumped out
of the engine and was saved. The engineer
couM riot Jump out. The train fell Into
tn8 dltch and several passengers were
severely Injured. Mr. Brown, the engineer,
wa" killed.
Robert tried to escape, but ho was
cauht officer, who took him to Jail.
When he was asked why he did this, he
said: "I had never seen a wreck In my
"l" DP,oro "na 1 wmmea ip sew one. i
am sausnea now tnai i nave seen it.
He was taken to prison and was kept
there for thirty years. I think that when
he caused the death of Mr. Brown he
should receive severe punishment, and so
It Is. The one that does wrong first gets
the worst of It last.
LETTERS TO THE EDITOR
Gladys la Enlisted.
Dear Editor: Will you please enlist me In
the Busy Bees' page on the Red side. I
am in the sixth grade. I go to the Clifton
Hill school. Yours truly,
Omaha. GLADYS LINDSKOG.
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test. I like the Busy Bees' page very
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very much and I think there are a good
many good stories published every week.
Diets, Wyo. SARAH GRIDLEY.
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of The Bee so much. I look forward every
Sunday to i.t. I think Gall Howard Is a
fine queen. 1 am In the seventh gTade at
school. My teacher's name Is Miss Tracy.
Valley. Neb. ETHEL M. INGRAM.
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jn the bU8. Bees on the Blue side. I am
IS years old and am In the eighth grade. I
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collection.
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Dear Editor: Every Sunday I read ths
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should like to become a Busy Bee, and I
should like to be on the Blue side. I am
ars of ag. and am In the fourth grade
at school. My teacher's name ia Miss
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Button, Neb. OPAL NTSS.
Kdna te la Earnest.
pear Editor: I have written several
stories to the Busy Bees' page. 1 think It
grows more Interesting every week. The
j7tn 0f October I was 11 years old and I
am In the Sixth grade at school,
Now, Busy Bees, It Is nesting Thanks-
giving snd I think we ought to hsve some
good stories. I am sure that not one of us
would want the children's page of some
ether paper to ba better than ours,
Omaha. EDNA LEVINE.
.
Ksra Win a Prise.
Dear Editor; I would like very much te
be a Busy Bee and Join the Blue team. I
read the children's page every Sunday and
like It very much.
I am In the elgth grade at St. Cecilia's
new school. Thirty-ninth and Webster
streets.
I enclose a story, "Disobedient Elsie," snd
hope to win a prlte. The answrrs to the
rebus are: First. Jupiter; and. second. Mil
waukee. Tour constant reader,
Omaha. .NORA A. CULLEN.
Rbr's Story U WaltlmaT.
Desr Editor: Did you receive the story
I sent In last week? Do you put ths
stories In the maste baEket if they sre out
of date? I hopn you don't, because the
reason that I did not write mine sooner
mas that I did nt thlrk of It. I should
not.be so careless I know, for I want t
help the Blue side. My story was entltl-d
"My Hallowe'en." I would like very much
to Join the Busy I read their pafe-u
every Sunday and have written one story
before. Rl.'BY DENNY,
Cssper, Wyo.
WINTER FUN
playing In the winter.
In a big o aior'n.
Is better fin il.uf liiylr fr
In summer ml.un it ..rm.
J::t wrap your-!' up cf::ify.
Ari l li t the n Id w.nd l: w;
Tr.'i II i.ever feel the wi .-'.l.-r
Wi.lie you re tumblu.g in li.e snow.
-Cvilii JIMMY; WAKB
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