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2 ; THE OMAIL SUNDAY BEE; SEPTKMHEU fi, 1003.
LEON CARSON has been elected King and Hulda Lundberg Queen of the
Iiusy Beos to serve during September. October and November Leon
Carson, captain of the Red Bide, and Hulda Lundberg, captain of the
Blue Bide. Now, let us ee if we can have more and better stories
than ever before. There were more votes than ever before, ' but they were
very much scattered. It was noticeable, however, that the majority were cast
for the boys and girls who have been our most faithful writers. Among the
girls receiving a large number of votes were Hulda Lutnbard (also of Fre
mont), Helen Miller, Mildred Jones, Eunice Bode, Myrtle Jensen, Lillian Wirt
and Ruth Robertson. Among the boys who received several votes were Walter
Johnson, Earl Perkins, Harvey Crawford, Maurice JohnBon, Willie Cullen,
Henry Worklnger and Leo Beckard.
The contest between the Red Bide and the Blue side has been very even
the last three months under the leadership of Ruth Ashby of Fairmont, who
has been the Queen of the Blue side, and Emerson Goodrich Of Omaha, who
has been the King of the Red side. Fifteen votes were awarded to the Blue
side and eleven to the Red Bide. The latter has a number of good writers
and at the end of the next three months the contest will probably be closer
The prizes were awarded this week to Myrtle Jensen of Omaha, on the Blue
side, and Rcna Mead of Blair, Neb., also on the Blue side. Honorable mention
was given to Helen Jilloon of Crete, Neb., on the Red side.
We publish a picture of Letha Larkln this week, and also a story, both of
which were sent in before Bhe passed her fifteenth birthday. A number of
the Busy Bees have written that they are Borry that the Is now too old to
write any more stories for the Busy Bees' Own Page.
Any of the Busy Bees may send cards to any one whose name is on the
Postcard Exchange, which now includes:
Jen De Ixing, Altisworth, Neb.
Iron McCoy, Birnston. Neb.
Lillian Merwln. Heaver City, Neb.
Mabel Witt, Bennington, Neb.
Agnei Dahmkc, U-naon, Neb.
Vera Cheney. Crclghton, Neb.
Louis Unhn, David City, Neb.
Kunire Rode, Falls City, Neb.
Fay Wright. Fifth and Belle streets, Fre
Ethel Rfrd. Fremont, Neb.
Hulda I.undburg, Fremont, Neb.
Marguerite Bartholomew, Gothenburg,
Jessie Crawford. 405 West Charlea street.
Orand Island. Neb.
Cl.ilre Hutu, 6l)o West Kocnlg street, Grand
Ella Vois, 407 West Charles street, Orand
Isl. rrf Ned.
Ire Temple, Lexington, Neb.
Kdythp Kioltx, Lexington, Neb.
' Anna Nelleon. Lexington, Neb.
Alice (Jiaasitieyer, 1 C street, Lincoln,
Klile Hamilton, T029 L street, Lincoln, Neb.
Irene Dlsher, L street, Lincoln, Neb.
Hughlo Dlsher, X)30 L street, Lincoln, Nb.
I.oulse Stiles. Lyons. Neb.
Kstelle McDonald, Lyons, Neb.
Milton Seller, Nebraska City, Neb.
Harry Crawford, Nebraska City, Neb.
Harvey Crawford, Nebraska City, Neb.
Luclle Hazen, Norfolk, Neb.
Letlia Larkln, South Sixth street. Nor
Emma M: rquardt. Fifth street and Madi
. ion avenue, Norfolk, Neb.
Genevieve M. Jones. North Loup, Neb.
Mildred F. Jones. North Loup, Neb.
Hugh Rutt, Leshara, Neb.
Hester K. Rutt. Leshara. Neb.
Lillian Wirt, 41CS Cass street, Omaha.
Meyer Cohn, MS Georgia avenue, Omaha.
Ada Morris. 3424 Franklin street. Omaha.
Myrtle Jensen. 2109 Izard street. Omaha.
Gail Howard, 4722 Capitol avenue, Omaha.
Helen Heuck, 1636 Lothrop street, Omaha,
T was the finest grove of great-
apruadlng trees you ever saw
In which Madam Squirrel, nel
son Winkle, and her daughter
Bllnkle dwelt. And it Was a
deep hollow In one of the finest
trees in that fine grove that afforded
Madam 8qulrrel, Winkle and Bllnkle a
house. And all day long they were happy.
There were nuts, berries and soft, green
grass In abundance, and a great many,
very congenial neighbors all about them.
And there was a little brook running
through the grove, finding Its source In a
deup, bowlder-sheltered spring. And from
that spring the squirrels came daily to
refresh themselves with cool, delicious
drink, and thwy often bathed In the brook
that ran trlnkllng over a clear, pebbled
But one day as Madam Squirrel sat on
a il:nb that projected near her house en
trance she was surprised at a strange and
curious object that was under a tree
nearby. She sat very quiet, watching it,
and feeling some apprehensions, too, in
Pretty soon the object moved, and what
do you think It was? It was a big boy!
Now, Madam Squirrel had never seen a
boy before, for her home, having been In
this grovo since her birth, and this grove
havlni ben so far away from human
habitation that It had not been entered
very often by mankind, she had had no
opportunity of seeing human bcrtngs. Con
sequently she was very much frightened
when she saw the object so large and
menacing In her eyes moving. And when
the boy stood up to his full height she
was amazed to see how Immense he was.
Now, Madam Squirrel, like all wild
creatures, knew enough about self-preservation
to run Into her house and to whisper
the terrifying newa to her children of the
monster that was at their very tree roots.
"For the love of life," whispered Madam
-SEE! I'VE GOT A
Mabel Shelfelt, 4914 North Twenty-fifth
Wllma Howard, 4722 Capitol avenue,
Emerson 'Goodrich, 4010 Nicholas street,
Helen Goodrich, 40.10 Nicholas street,
Maurice Johnson, 1S27 Locust atreet,
Hilar, Fisher, 1210 South Eleventh atreet,
Louis Raabe, 2409 North Nineteenth ave
Kmma Carruthers, 8211 North Twenty-fifth
Walter Johnson, 2406 North Twentieth
Leon Carson, 1124 North Fortieth atreet,
Juanlta Innes, 2769 Fort street, Omaha.
Madge L. Daniels, Ord, Neb.
Agnes Richmond, Orleans, Neb.
Zola Beddt-o, Orleans, Neb.
Maria Fleming, Osceola. Nsb.
Lotta Wnoda, Pawnee City, Nab.
Earl Perkins, Reddlngton, Neb.
Emma Kostal, 1616 O street, Bouth Omaha,
F.thel Enls, Stanton, Neb.
Edna Enls, Stanton, Neb.
Ina Carney, Sutton, Clay county, Neb.
Clara Miller, T'tlea. Neb.
Mae Grunke, West Point, Neb.
Elsie Stastny, Wllber, Neb.
Alta Wllken, Waco. Neb.
Mary Fredrick, York, Neb.
Pauline Parka, York. Nsb.
Edna Bshllrg. Tork. Neb.
Carrie B. Bartlett. Fontanelle, la.
Irene Reynolds, Little Sioux. Ia.
Ethel Mulholland. Box Tl, Malvern, la,
Eleanor Mellor, Malvern, la.
Kathryne Mellor, Malvern, la.
Mildred Robertson, Manilla, la.
Ruth Robertson, Manilla, Ia.
Edith Amend, Sheridan, Wyo.
Henry L. worklnger, cara sterling Rem.
edy company, Attica, Ind.
and Her Children
Squirrel to Winkle and Bllnkle, "don't
dare to peep one eye out of this house till
I assure you It Is safe to do so. And now
I'm going to take another peep." So say
ing the good mother crept to the outer en
trance of her fine, cosy house and peeped
toward the spot where the monster had
been see by her stretching- his long legs
and arms. To her happiness, the being had
disappeared. Of course. Madam Squirrel
did not feel quite sure that he had gone
altogether, but she was glad to see that
he was not near to her tree. -"Now, my
dears, I shall go and warn our neighbors,
for they should know that a terrible ani
mal Is In the woods In our very midst."
Then Madam Squirrel went out to tell
her neighbors about the strange appear
ance of the aslant animal, as she thought
the big boy. But, very sad to. relate,
Madam Squirrel got her feet entangled in
a queer net something she had not seen
strentched on the ground as she went run
ning toward the nearest neighbors. And In
spite of her efforts to untangle herself
she found that the net had closed up
around her, and then she beheld, to her
terror, that the huge, two-legged animal
was holding two strings which were at
tached to the net poor Madam Squirrel's
"Oh, oh!" she walled, feeling certain that
her end had coma. "Oh, If only there was
some one to tell my beloved Winkle and
Bllnkle of my fate! They'll watch and
watch for their mother's return. And
they'll never know that I was entrapped
by this monster. Indeed, my two precious
ones may fall victims also to this giant
animal. Oh, could I but wrra them!"
Then the poor lady squirrel dropped
down Into her net-cage and covered her
weeping eyes with her tall. Meanwhile;
the big boy the one whom we have seen
beneath the tree clcse to her home
cloaed the r.tt's strings, tied them to a
BIG FINE ONE THERE!
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G. DENNY BUT SHE uOESN'T
BAY WHICHTHE OTHER OUGHT
TO B& A BUSY BEE, TOO.
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RULES FOR YOUNG WRITERS
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paper oaly aad number the pages.
a. Use pea aad Ink, mot pestoU
S. BVhort aad polated articles will
he gives pretereaoe. Do not use ever
4L. Ortg-iaal stories or letters only
will he meed..
a. Write poor same, a and ad
dress at the top ef the first page.
Tlrrt and second prises of books
will fee given for the best two oon
trlBntloas to this page each week.
Address ail com mnn loatlons to
By Myrtle Jensen, Aed 11 Years, 2909 Izard
Street, Omaha. Blue.
Lillian was sitting in the garden among
the ' flowers, reading the fairy tale of
"Beauty and the Beast," at the same time
Idly plucking rosea and forget-me-nots and
strewing them about her. A gentle south
breese was murmuring a sweet lullaby,
while the branches of the tall, stately elm,
shrub, and began to arrange another net
While he was thus engaged he heard a
voloe calling lustily: "Harry! Harry!
Where are you?"
"Here I am, sister," cried Harry, then
blew on his fingers so that, the shrill
whistle would lead her to the spot. "But,
say," he exclaimed, as a little girl ap
peared, "I don't like for you to follow
me. You make so much noise that you
drive the squirrels away. And I'm trap
ping some in the hare-net that Uncle
Tom had with his hunting outfit. See,
I've got a fine big ono there." And he
pointed toward Madam Squirrel, whs
was at the moment endeavoring to gel
out of the closely-meshed net. But in
vain, poor thing.
The little girl saw Madam Squirrel's
plight, and Immediately her face became
serious and sorrowful. "How dare you
do such a cruel thing, Harry?" she asked.
"Now, don't you have any pity for the
poor little wild thing? Suppose sone
great monster should come along and
trap you In some way and carry you off
to a prison? You wouldn't like It very
much, I'm sure.
"Well, I'm a boy, and a squirrel Is an
animal. That's the difference," the boy
tepJIed. "Everybody catches squirrels,
rabbits, and other wild things," he de
clared with spirit. "And what's more
I wish you'd stsyed at the oamp and not
come bothering me here."
The little girl sat down on ' a fallen
tree trunk and said In a very gentle tone:
"Harry, dear, you don't stop to think
that animals suffer when robbed of their
freedom just as much as people do. If
you and I were robbed of our freedom
we'd feel pretty unhappy. You know how
much you love the big out-of-doo.s. and
enjoy your liberty. Now, brother, please
remember that all creatures especially
those born wild love freedom. And who
can tell that dear little frightened squir
rel there, trying as she Is tn vain to get
ut of the net, may be a mother squlrret,
and In taking her Into captivity we may
be robbing some little squlrrelles of their
mother and her protection. Now, doar,
I'm going back to the carr.p and leave
you to think over what I've said about
the squirrel you have caught there tn the
net. Mama was preparing luncheon
when I came In search of you. Papa and
uncle had returned from their explora
tin of that cliff, and said there are
some awfully interesting mineral speci
mens to be picked up there. After lunch
eon they are going to take you and me
round there. Mamma will remain at the
camp and rest. Bhe's so tired after the
long wagon Journey of yesterday and
last night. My, but It's glorious to be
the Popular Busy
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against which she was leaning her head,
swayed silently- to and fro.
She had Wot read half of the story before
her head began to nod and her eyelids to
droop. Suddenly the roses which she had
been scattering about the lawn took the
shape of hideous little goblins, dancing in
every direction she looked.
She was very much frightened, but gath
ering courage she stammered: "M may I
er ask whom you are 7"
"We? Oh, we're all brothers except the
one standing there on your flnjer, who is
Badness, our father. The one swinging on
that blade of grass Is Ruderjcss and this is
Untruthful. By the way, my name Is Pert
ness. The other may tell you their names
themselves," replied the pert little elf.
Then all the others told their names.
"And now," suggested Disgrace, "let um
cut Willie Allen's kite string. I know that
that's his kite. We will climb a telegraph
pole and at the first chance cut the tttring.
You (pointing at Lillian) are to catch Uie
kite when it falls."
Certainly, agreed all except Lillian.
"Please don't do so," pleaded a beautiful
soft voice, and looking up Lillian saw the
At the sound of her voice the goblins fled,
here tn the great wild woods, Isn't It?
And camping for a week will bring us
very close to nature, lis beauties and
freedom." Then Hurry's sister left him,
running off through the woods toward
the camp, where they were rusticating
for a few days.
After she had gone Harry sat watching
the frightened little captive In the net.
And as he recalled all that his good
hearted little sister had said, a look of pity
for the poor entrapped squirrel came over
his face, and he rose and went to the
tree where he had tied the net's strings.
Loosening them, he gave Madam Squirrel
her liberty. Then he went off through
the woods, whistling with a clear cn
science. "After all, it's a good thing to listen
to girls once in awhll," soliloquised
Harry. "They may not be very Lrve,
very strong, nor as Jolly as boys, but
they're a long sight better at heart. It
would never have occurred to me that
thut little squlii el might be a mother.
Anyway, mother, father, aunt or unule.
I reckon she Is glad to gi t her liberty
again. And I feel better about it. too. I
don't want to be cruel to the smallest
creature. But I'm sometimes blamed
And as Harry wandered anay from the
place where the cq.ilrrels had lived un
hurt for so long, Madam Squirrel was
hurrying home as fast as hht could to
relate to Winkle and Ulinkie her terri
ble experience, and to warn her neigh
bors against a thin, webbed net which
might be found stretched secretly In
the grass and leaves, and which would
catch the unsuspecting feet of her kind.
"We've got to be watchful nqw," laid
Madam Squirrel to herself. "And If that
monster comes about hire again I think
wo'll have to move farther Into the
wood. Ah, if only he would stay away
he and his kind and leave us this little
place to ourselves. Wc ask so little, a. id
can be so happy If not molested."
And Madam Squirrel got htr wish, for
never again did she see the two-legged
monster prowling about In that part of
the forett, and the squirrels lived on and
on In peace and contentment. A littl ! girl
had saved them.
','Having carefully examined In many
cases the wound thus male In horses,
mules, pigs and other animals observa
tions that have been confirmed by In
formation received from the inhabitants
of the northern part of Brazil I am led
to believe that the puncture ahlrh the
vampire makea In the skin of animals is
effecUd by the sharp, hooked nail of lis
thumb, and that from the wound thus
made it abstracts the blood by the suc
torial powers "of Its lips and tongue,"
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for they knew that she had power over
"My dear Lillian," said sh. "I am so
glad that you would not agree to what they
said, and If you will also promise i-ever to
tease your kitten or make faces at your
brother again, I will invite you to our ball,
which is to "
But the sentence was never finished, for,
Lillian awoke, end although Bhe discovered
that she had only been dreaming, she re
solved never to do what the fairy had for
bidden. (Second Prize.)
By Renna N. Mead. Aged 12 Years, Blair,
Newsboy Johnny was a small boy, 10
years old, who lived with his parents In a
large city. Ilia father was' a rich banker
and Johnny being an only child of rich
parents you would think him selfish, but
he was not.
He was called Newimoy Johnny by both
his poor and rich plsymutss. His rich
playmates dropped it at him sarcastically.
His poor playmates called him Newsboy
Johnny because of something that hap
pened In this way:
One day while Johnny was down town he
came across three little newslmys working
together selling three different kinds of
papers. One of them came up to Johnny
and asked htm in such a pitiful way tu
buy a paper. But Johnny had spent his
money and could not buy It. It influenced
Johnny so that in his Bleep he dreamed ho
was a newsboy. Ho dreamed he had got
papers In the morning and sold only seven,
getting 20 cents or thereabouts. Ho. had sold
so few he would not go home to his father.
He knew if he did his father would beat
him for not selling more, take his money
from him and send him to bed without any
supper. Then he would take the money
and go to town to spend It In a saloon.
So Johnny (In his dream) laid down In a
dry goods box to go to sleep with nothing
to eat but a two-penny loaf of bread.
When Johnny woke up In the morning
he found himself In his snug little bed.
Though naturally a good 'boy , Johnny
seemed better still, through the influence,
of this dream. Always afterward when he
would see a little newsboy trying to sell
lils papers he would give him his pennl.-s
This Is why his rich playmates sarcas
tically called him Newsboy Johnny. Also
why his poor playmates thought so much
of him and called him Newsboy Johnny In
Imagine yourself In a newsboy's place.
Try to Imagine a poor newsboy's life and
bo more kind to the poor little fellows who
try to sell you a paper.
Ralph's Be ward
Helen Jlllson, Aged It) Years, Crete, Neb.
Ralph lived with his grandmother. They
were very poor and had enly one penny
left. Ralph's grandmother told him to go
down town and buy a bun for himself.
Reaching the st re he tried to buy two of
something for one pennv. At last he said
to the clerk': "Can I have two rolls for
one penny?" and the clerk said "No."
Thtn Ralph went to another store and
asked the same thing, and the clerk
answered "Yes." When Ralph got home
he found hl.1 grandmother sick In bed
fioni lack of ft od, and he gave her both
. ?Tim V&JQYlffCEQS'T CmLZ&ETT "'
Prattle of the
Teacher Johnny, can you tell me where
the north pole IsT
Small Johnny Yes, ma'am. It's at the
top of the map.
Little Allon was crying because he had
accidentally let his toy ballon get away
"Never mind. Allen," aald his email
sister. "When you die and go to heaven
you'll get It again."
Fond Mamma So you were head of the
class today. That's my bright little boy!
Did you study extra hard td get there?
Candid Little Boy Ko'ra: the other boy
Little Bobby had been persistently mis
chievous throughout the day, and late In
rolls. Then he went out to draw some
water. Returning, he saw his grand
mother holding a little envelope and
smiling. Here are some strawberry seeds;
go out of doors and plant them. So Ralph
took them outdoors and planted them.
WTien he had them all covered up he looked
to see If he had all the weeds pulled up,
when suddenly some leaves sprang up
from the ground with some ripe strawber
ries. Then he went Into the house and
brought out two big iron kettles and filled
them with strawberries. Then he , went
into the town and sold them. When he
came home he had ten dollars. The next
day he filled the Iron kettle sgaln and
started off. On his way he met a little
fairy, who said to him: "You will soon
be very rich, for you were so unselfish as
to give your grandmother both rolls."
By Helen Johnson, Aged 13 Years, 334 8.
17th Street, Uncoln, Neb. Red.
Oretchen was a little Dutch girl who
lived In Holland. She had often read
about the children in America and longed
to go there and dress and act like them.
One evening Gretchen and her mother
were out feeding the doves when they
saw the father coming up the road.
Gretchen and her mother ran Joyfully to
meet him. The father put his hand on
the little girl's head and turned her face
upward. "I have a great surprise for
you," he said. "I have planned these two
months for It and now It Is drawing near
the time to go, so I can keep It no
1 longer. Gretchen began to Jump up and
down and begged her father to tell alt
about It. "We are to sail In three
weeks for America on the steamer "Lou
ise.' Now, how does that suit my llttlo
family?" spoke the father "O, father,
do you really mean It, that we are to go
where the American children live?" asked
Gretchen. At last the day came when
they were to sail over the waves. Gret
chen was so happy that she hardly knew
how to act. She made friends with every
one on the steamer, but sometimes grew
homesick for hur pets and playmates at
home. One bright summer day a steamer
sailed Into the wharf and a little Dutch
girl, her mother and father landed. The
father 1iad planned to stay a year and to
end Gretchen to school, which made her
By Josephine Roff, Aged 9 Years, Lex
ington, Neb., Blue.
Dora was a little girl about eight years
old and was tho pet of both her father
and mother. But Dora was not selfish as
most children are when they are made so
Ono bright and sunny morning whon
Dora awoke and went to give her mother
her morning kiss, to her great surprise
Dora found a little baby brother. Oh! he
was aueh a sweet, cute little thing, with
big blue eyes and light hair. Each day
Dora watched him until he was able to
walk, then Dora, who was growing more
fond of him each day, would take him
,for a little walk; and after school the
'baby would run to the window snd watch
unftl he could see Dora coming; then ha
would clap his little hands and coo and
laugh until Dora would run In and take
him up In her arms and almost smother
hint with kisses.
But alas! one day when Dora came horn
no liitlo brother was watching for her,
and when she went into the houso alio
found poor llttlo baby brother lying
stretched out on the bed, burning up with
fever. The doctor called every day, but
.baby grew wrose each day until tho
Angel of Death took the little one home
After baby had been put In the church
yard, llttlo Dora never was seen Idle;
but Instead of playing she was placing
flowers on the fresh-moulded grave or
trying to make other children happy by
speaking kindly to them. And thus Dora
grew to womanhood. But the llttlo grave
In the churthjard was never forgotten.
Each day a fresh bouquet of flowers was
pla.ed on It.
How Benny Earned a Gun
By Leom Carson. Aged 12 Years, ll-4 North
Fortieth Street, Omaha. Red.
A long time ago there was a little boy
J&jlUe tffaly Jojs oTP&z&
the afternoon his mother decided to stop
his antics. ,
"Bobby, If you do not cease annoying
mo I shall send you to bed without your
supper," she warned.
"Ma," bogan Bobby, seriously, "would
you mind telling me what we're going to
have for supper?"
Mrs. Do Smythe Tommy, do you want
some nlco plum Jnm?
Tommy Yea, mother.
"I was going to give you some to put
on your bread, but I've lost the koy to the
"You don't ned the key, molher. I
pan reach down through the window and
open the door from the Insldo."
"That's what I wanted to know. Now
Just wait till your father comes home."
who lived In a rude log cabin on the side
of a mountain.
Benny's father was a trapper, by which
means he made a living.
Benny stayed at homo and did the chores.
Every afternoon before eatln his supper
he went down the mountain side, a short
way to got wood. He was very brave and
wanted to (to with his father, but had no
gun. At that time guns were very scarce
and his father was too poor to buy one.
Benny's only wish was for a gun.
One automn day, when the sun was sink
ing In the west, he started out for wood.
He had gathered a good share, when down
the mountain a little way Benny heard a
faint cry of "Help!" "Help!" and he ran
like tho wind In the direction of the voice.
He was running at full speed, when he
almost rani into a large boar, standing over
the form of a mlddle-agod man.
Benny ruehed, with the only tiling he had,
a small axe, and gave the beat a resounding
whack over the back, and the bear dropped
Benny learned afterwards that he had
broken the bear's backbone.
The man soon, recovered and said that ho
would remember his little hero's wish.
Benny was a happy boy, but was etill
happier when one day a big bundle came
which contained 'a brand new rifle. On It
was a tag which said, "To a brave little
boy from a friend." Thera was not a
happier boy In the wliole region than
Benny. That was how he got his gun.
A Nice Day
By Gertrude Tatterson, Aged Tears.
Nebraska City. . Red.
Ono day Margaret and some of her
friends were going to have a picnic out In
The day of the plcnlo Margaret woke up
very much delighted to think that It was
the day of the picnic.
The first thing she did when she got out
of bed was to look out of the window to
see how the weather was.
When she looked out, to her great de
light, it was a very nice day.
So Margaret and her friends had a nlco
day In the woods.
By Charlotte Robb, Lexington, Neb., Aged
9 Years. Blue.
Ono day when we came home from school,
grandma was not home, and when we
went to go out on the back poroh, to
our great surprise, we found by the dining
room door a new Edison phonograph that
grandpa had bought and sent home. Wo
took It in the houso, and when grandpa
ennio home that night, he set up and play, d
all the records. It was not long, how
ever, until I could play It. And we enjoy
It very much. Grandpa always buys such
pretty, new records that we never tire list
ening to it.
The Road to Happiness
By Letha Larkln, Aged 14 Years, South
Sixth Street, Norfolk, Neb. Blue.
Floris Black was a little girl who was
very unhappy. She never would try to
make others happy, and, therefore, was a
very unhappy girl.
One day when Floris had spoiled a little
plcnlo of her playmates, she went home and
lay on the green grass, thinking what an
unhappy girl she was, when suddenly she
saw a large road In front of her and along
the sides were Leautlful flowers growing.
Above the road, on a long board, was
written: "The Road to Happiness." A
gatekeeper was standing In front of tho
road and asked Floris If she wished to
"Oh, res," said Floris, eagerly.
"You must sign this pledge. It Is called
the "Pledge of Happiness. You must al
ways be happy and mako others happy.
Floris signed it and went. In, and she
never felt happier In her life. She saw
some of her friends outside and beckoned
for them to enter.
She did everything she could to mak"
others happy. The road whs long and fill d
with mary poople and many were stuading
outside. Then Floris bpened her eyes, for
It was only a dream, and after that Floris
spread happiness wherever she Went, and
she said, "I never knew what real happi
ness was till I entered "The Road to Happiness."
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