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3 . TIIE OMAIIA SUNDAY BEE; NOVEMBER 8, 1903. JB
THE Blue 1de has been winning more prizes in the last two or three
weeks than the Red. Perhaps it is because so many of the new Busy
Bees are trying to help the Red side, and some of the new writers
forget to read the rules which are published every week on the Busy
Bees Own Page, and some of them forget and write on both Bides of the paper
or forget to write their age. The editor was pleased to notice that most of
the stories were written on new and original subjects, which shows that the
Busy Bees can think for themselves. One story sent in this week was beauti
fully illustrated with ren and ink sketches and the editor regretted that these
could not be reproduced on the Busy Bee page so that you could all enjoy them.
The editor would like to receive
day from the little Busy Bees.
The prizes were awarded this week to Martha Davies, on the Blue side,
and to Marie Shook, also on the Blue side, and honorable mention was given
to Carrie DeVol, on the Red side.
Any of the Busy Bees may send
Postcard Exchange, which now includes:
Jean Lit Ljr,Tv, Mnraorth. Neb.
lrent McCoy. Birniton. Neb.
Lillian Merwln, Heaver City, Neb
Mabel Witt, Bennington. Neb.
Agnes Dahmke, I'ens'in, Neb.
Vera Cheney. Crelghton, Neb.
1-nul Hahi., David City. Neb.
Rhea Frridrll, Dorchester, Neb.
Kunk's limit'. Falls City. Neb.
Fay Wright. Fifth and Helta streets. Fre
Ethel rrd. Fremont, Neh.
Marguerite Bartholomew. Gothenburg,
Jessie Crawford. 0J VVeat Chains street.
Grand I"land. Neh.
Lydla Ro h, 605 West Koenlg street. Grand
Klla Voss, 407 West Charles itteet. Grand
Pauline Schulte. 412 West Fourth street,
Grand Island, Neb.
Ahre Temple, Lexington. Neb.
Ruth Temple, Lexington, Neb.
Kdythe Krohs. Lexington, Neo.
Anna Nellson, LexInRton. Neb.
Marian Hamilton, W.9 street, Lincoln,
lire Cirassmeyer, 1548 C street. Lincoln,
Kii H.imilton, :o?9 L street, Lincoln, Neb.
lreno Dishrr, 203O L street, Lincoln. Neb.
llughle rusher, :X)J0 L street, Lincoln, Neb.
l.nti'se Htllen, Lyons, Neb.
Kutelin McDonald, Lyons. Neb.
Milton Seizer, Nebraska City, Neb.
Parry Crawford. Nebrnska City, Neb.
, I arvey Crawford. Neuranka City, Neb.
' T. nolle llazen, Norfolk, Neb.
lf trui Larkln. Bouth Sixth street. Nor
Kmma M. -r.uardt. Fifth atrett and Madi
son avenue. Norfolk. Neb.
Mildred F. Jones. North Ixjup. Neb.
Hugh Rutt, Leehara. Neb.
Hester K. Kutt. Leehara. Neb.
Lillian Wirt, 4IJ8 Case street. Omaha.
Clever Colin, MB Georgia avenue, Omaha.
Ada Morris. 34'.4 Franklin street. Omaha.
Mvrtle Jensen, 2909 Ixard street, Omaha.
'Tail Howard. t;2 Capllol avenue, Omaha.
HMnn Ieurk. lGii Loihrop st-net. Omnlm.
Mildred Jensen. 277 Leavenworth street,
Queen Bee and Major Grasshopper
HE Queen Bee. a fine specimen,
tco, of beeklnd. sat on a tirjy
branch of a wild rosebush over
looking her domain, which
spread fr acres, acres and
aires nround. She saw the'
members of her hive working very dili
gently sipping the heney frcm the fall
blossoms, for as long as a flower remoined
from which to cull sweets just so long
would the bees work. And Queen Bee was
ever watchful that thlrga went on as they
."Well, I guess the winter will soon send
the frost to n!p the last blossoms," she
mused, fanning her wings together; "and
It be'.ioovco us all to do our work and do
It well. There'll be plenty of honey in
the hive for us during the long, hard win
ter, and it's about the finest honey, too,
that has been made In a long time. The
flowers this year have been unusually
frsgrnnt and moist, as full of honey as a
nut Is of meati as the saying goes."
But Queen Bee's reverie was broken In
upon by a quick rattling nrl"e In the
grass. Looklnsc down, she beheld Just be
rrath the leafless rosebush upon which
she sat a small but aged grasshopper. He
was a gay sort of fellow and was chirping
and hopplnj about llko one of half his age,
and Queen Bee was much amused at the
dwarfed little old chap.
"HI, there, Mr. Grasshopper!" she called,
fanning her wings In a friendly war. "And
so you're still playing, are you? What do
you mean by passing all your time In Idle
ness, eh? Don't you know fhat It Isn't
wise to think' only of the present? To
morrow Is coming, my hopping friend."
"Ah, ha. Queen," said the Grasshopper:
"but allow me to correct you regarding
my title, please, before I answer your
question. Now, I'm not plalre mister. I'm
a dignified major, and beg you to address
me by my title. Major Gay Grasshopper
Is my name la full."
"Tou don't say st?" said the Queen Bee,
her voice full cf sarcasm, "And pray,
how did you becoms a major, air?
"Oh, I assumed the title which best be
came my rank, boasted the Grasshopper
"You see, everyone of my kind looked up
to me as being a very great fellow and
they all realized my dignity."
"But do you wcrk" asked Queen Bee,
smlUr.g Into her wing, so that Major Grass,
hopper might pot see her amusement.
"Work! Why, my dear Queen, did you
ever hear of a grasshopper working? No
indeed, we never stoop to such plebeian
pastime. Grasshoppers as you should
know aro aristocrats. They do not toil."
"Ah, I understand." nodded Queen Bee.
"And there's an old saying which ruu
something like this: The grasshopper cay
whiles the summer away, and with win
ter's first roar finds himself poor." "
"Ah. ha, hal What a pretty rhyme!"
And Major Grasshopper laughed gaily.
"But It won't sound so pretty a week or
two hence." warned Queen Bee.
"Oh. I'm not in tlie least worried."
smlled the gsy Major Grasshopper. "I
make It a point to live today and let to-
morrow take care of Itself."
"Well, I suppese that 1 all very well
while today lasts," coolly remarked Queen
Bee. "But when the tomorrow which Is
to take care ef Itself comes along, then
you'll have to laugh out of the other side
of your mouth. I'm thinking. But I must
bid you good day, Major, for I've a world
of work to do. You see, the winter's com
ing and I doa't want my hive folk and
myself to starve. 6c, good afternoon, sir."
And into her hive flew th Queen Bee,
aa busy as aver a baa oould be. And away
hopped th gay Major Grasshopper, chirp
ing lustily, and as happy a any light
headed fop of aa old fellow could be.
And happy be waa for a week. Then
th aspect of bis life changed very sud
denly. A cold wave struck ths land, and
h nd hla kind awok. one night to find
.h. . ... ,v,. " .
th dry grasa sbout them
cracking In an icy wind that
shivers and aches to their llmba. "Uah
cried Major Grasshopper, trying to find a
some 'good stories about Thanksgiving
cards to any one whose name Is on the
Mabel Shelfeit, 4914
Wllma Howard. 4721
Hulda Lundburg, Fremont. Neb.
Emerson Goodrich, 4010 Nlcholiia street,
Helen Goodrich, 4010 Nicholas street,
Maurice Johnson, 1627 Locust street,
Hllah Fisher. 1210 South Eleventh street,
Louie Itaabe. 260 North Nineteenth ave
Emma Carruthers, 3211 North Twenty-fifth
Walter Johnson, 2!5 North Twentieth
Leon Carson, 1124 North Fortieth atreet,
Mary Brown, 2322 Boulevard, Omaha.
Kva Hendee, 4402 Dodge street, Omaha,
Genevieve M. Jones. North Loup, Neb.
Juanlta Innea. 27t Fort street. Omaha.
Madge L. Daniels, Ord, Neb.
Agnes Richmond, Orleans, Neb.
Kola Beddio, Or'eans, Neb.
Marie Fleming. Oaoeola, Neb.
I-ottn Wooos, Pawnee City, Neb,
Karl Perkins, Reddlngton, Neb.
Emma Koatal. 1616 O street. South Omaha,
EHhel Enls. Stanton, Neb.
Kdna Enls, Stanton, Neb.
Ina Carney, Sutton, Clay county, Neb.
Clara Miller, rtka. Neb.
Mae Grunke. West Point, Neb. "
Elslo Ptastny, Wllber, Neb.
Alta Wtlken, Waco,. Neb.
Mary Fredrick, York, Neb.
Pauline Parka, York. Neb.
Edna Behllrg, York. Neb.
Carrie H. Bartlett. Fontar.elle, ia.
Irene Reynolds. Llle Sioux. Ia.
Ethel Mulholland. Box 71, Malvern, la.
lienor Mellor, Malvern. Ia.
KaAhryne Mellor. Malvern, Ia.
MiTdred Robertson. Manilla, la.
Ruth Robertson, Manilla. Ia.
Editn Arrtend, Sheridan. Wyo.
Henry L. Workinger. care Sterling Rem
edy company, Attica, Ind.
worm spot somewhere, but to no avail.
Everywhere on the ground the cold struck
with a terrible force, and when the sun
rose on the next day the grasshoppers saw
that everything was covered by frost.
"Uth! L'gh!" was all they could say, and
no mora did they hop about, chirping as
gay, as thoughtless fellows do. . They
shivered In bunches, keeping close 'together
in the hope of getting warm. And how
they suffered! The frost- had sucked the'
life out of everything, and not one morsel
of food could they get. The grass was
without one drop of Juice, and want and
misery stared them in the face. Yes, even
death seemed now within a few days of
all grasshopper kind.
"Ah, I know what I shall do," said
Major Grasshopper, one of the sufferers,
"I'll go right down to the edge of the
meadow and ask for shelter and food from
OllPPn VnA iai(a'a art aoniiainlanna
and therefore muat be my admirer. No
one ever could know me without admiring
So saying the poor, vain, benumbed fel
low hopped lamely away from the group
of his suffering friends. And It took him
some time to reach the edge of the meadow
where the bees lived In their cozy and
wcu-BLoreu mves. as ne arew near to the
hive where his acquaintance was the
queen, he beheld her coming out for a few
minutes' sun and air. But ha noticed that
she did not seem to mind the sudden cold.
Aa she glanced down Into the frost bitten
grasa she saw her chance acquaintance.
Major Grasshopper. But how changed!
k'.w Ohoppln5 ,ttnd "hlrplng gaily
about Ike a 2-month-old. he was all drawn
up and shivering hi. wings held closely to
.... b.uv-w ... ,n,n iu fieeo wiiac
nine warmtii there was In his body, And
how hungry he looked, too! Queen Bee
felt sorry for him, and spoke kindly to
"Good morning, major! You do not seem
in very good spirits this cold, frosty morn
ing. Are you ill?"
"Oh, kind Queen Bee, I'm both cold and
starving. Give unto me shelter and' food
or I shall perish." Thus wailed the grass
hopper gay who had whiled the summer
awuy, and with winter's first roar found
"Ah, my dear major," replied Queen Bee.
In a sympathetic voice, . "It hurts me to
see you suffer snd not to do something for
you, But It is impossible for me to give
you what you ask." '
"But you have a hive, and can certainly
share It with me," wailed Major Grass
I ask for but one snug corner
wnere I may sluep and eat during the
"But suppose, major, I should find a
corner In my hive for you. what would
you subsist on? You have no winter's
supply of food stored up," spoke the
"But you have plenty of honey lnx your
hive, and will surely offer me a share of
it," declared Major Grasshopper.
The Queen Bee fanned her wings a min-
ute, then said: "My dear fellow.- during
all ths summer you have played and made
merry, while my worker have tolled to
1111 this hive with winter's food. .And now
'ou come to me and ask to share that
which you bad no part in earning. No,
were 1 to respond - to tour requast, my
dear r, you could not live in this hive ten
minutes, for the workers kill off the drones,
and you would be a drone, never having
done a day's work in all your life. J
warned you about a week ag that winter
was coming, and you only laughed and said
you lived for today and . would let tumor
row take care of Jtaelf. Well,, here is that
tomorrow, major. And H is taking care of
Itself; but not of you. No, I cannot do
anything for you, for It la tbe law of the
bees that no drone be allowed to live on
them. You have not helped to build this
hive, , therefor you may not share Its
h"'- ou "av. not assisted with filling
tha comb, wlih hon.v th.r.r.r. vn
th. comb, with tZ
not eat of It The hive belong, to th.
bulldm. and their as.iat.nt. In various
The honey to th gatherers and
One of the Bright Busy Bee
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Kit- . i-.-vAs-'- r y yy
RULES FOR YOUNG WRITERS
1. Write plainly on one side of the
paper only and number the pages,
a. Use pen and ink, not pencil '
3. SJhort and pointed artioles will
be given prefarenoe. So not use over
4. Original stories or letters only
will be need.
6. Write your name, age "and ad
dress at tne top of taa first page.
rirst and second prises of books
will be given for vhe beat two con
tributions to this page eacn week.
Address all communications to
Celebrated AutUIUJl Festivities
By Martha Davies, Aged 12 Years, 311 Mill
tary Avenue, Fremont, Neb.
Clouds are flying.
On like steeds.
The leaves began to turn from green
to rod, yellow and some to red and yellow
both. Later they turned from red ana
(yellow to brown. The pumpkins were
ripening and turning a rich yellow color,
it was nearlng Hallowe'en, and children
,nd grown folks were talking of olden
times, how some people believed in witches
Bnd UBed to keep fires burning to keep
these witches or evil spirits away. An-
olner ,uperstitlous Idea was to seo who
your flUuro husband or wife should be.
Jo aund ths celebrated flre.ld. revelries.
such as duck for apples In a tub of water,
roast and crack nuts and tell ghost stories.
Hallowe'en is really the celebration of All
Saints' day, which now mostly the chil
dren celebrate. At night some of tha
smaller ones take pumpkins with eyes,
noae and mouth cut In them and put
them up to people's windows to try and
'scare them. Some boys do much moro
daring things. They tear up wooden aide
walka and small buildings. Another of
the autumn festivities Is Thanksgiving.
This Is celebrated more by the grown
folks, which Is in honor of the Pilgrims
who helped to settlo this country. Th
first Thanksgiving day was after the first
harvest. . Tliat day most of the men went
into the woods with their guns to hunt
wild game such ss rabblta, prairie chickens
and wild turkey. Tho women stayed In
nd lnal8 p,M' Pu5dlnKS and cakes. When
;ue men cimt nome xrom numuig ine
women cooked the meat. This day the
Indiana brought popcorn. This waa prob
ably about ths first popped popcorn. Now
adays they that celebrate it aometlmea go
to church to glvo thanks unto God. Most
people have big dinners, with the meat
their assistants In various work. And I
must now be about my own duties, so,
good morning and farewell. Major Grass
hopper. Should you survive the winter
that Is now upon us take the warning yuu
have had and learn to mak provision for
that tomorrow which hitherto you held in
Then th Queen Bee flew Into the hive
and Major Grasshopper sat shlvertng In tha
cold, dead grasa
"I guess It's too lat for ma to turn over
a new leaf." h sighed. "But after all.
It's well to prepare for cold weather in
time, of sunshine and warmth, though no
graashopper on earth could be made to
understand It. Ah, that was a wise saying,
that the grass popper gay whiles the sum
mar away, and with winter's first roar
finds himself poor! Poor, Indeed, aa I and
my kind with the first frost And now I
must return to the other hoppers and hud-
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u th and rellev us of our
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d.y. ,lk' th. but Th7w.y of the id
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hlM VanrV K tA A rA
w,ajUy away. wa
usually being a roast, the popular roast
being roast turkey.
By Marie Shook, Aged 12 Years. Blue
Mildred was fond of Imagining there
was someone playing with her. She often
was playing with Hilda or Roy. She had
lots of these kind of friends.
But one day something happened that
changed it all. Two of her cousins came
to see her, Mary and Donald. After that
she forgot her Imaginary friends.
They stayed three long weeks, though
they seemed short to Mildred.
About two weeks after that she be
came ill. She was so sick that she
couldn't do anything but talk, and she
was too weak to talk very much. She
got worse Instead of better and they
were worried. She asked her mother
to read to her most of the time, but she
got tired of that.
One day her mother happened to think
of her Imaginary friends.
"Mildred, we forgot all about your im
'Why, yes, mother. I'm so glad you
thought of them."
"Open the door mamma for Hilda end
Roy." "Take off your hats and coats and
sit down. I'm ao glad you came."
"We Just learned you were 111 and hur-
New Animal Analogues
By tha Author of "Bow to Tell the Birds from taa flowers," Prof. Bobert Williams Wood, Johns Hopkins XTnlTsrsity
rled over to see you. We're ao sorry." will go into her lap and show her I love
"And I'm going to get well In a hurry, her.
Just see If I don t. Come often, will you?" "Jf all cats read this story, which I have
"Yes, and we'll tell May and John about written for their ben. f t, I think that they
you, too." will always run when two boys come to
One morning a week after Hilda's and ward them and never have uh a miserable
Roy's visit her mother and father, stand- experience. Never be afraid of the eirls
ing in me nan, looxea out ana watcnea
her romping with her Imaginary friends.
"I'm glad she has Imaginary friends. I'm
very glad," said her father. "So am I.
She has been brought back from the
hands of death," said her mother.
She Is now a grown woman, but she
still remembers her imaginary friends.
The Story of Busy Barney
By Carrie De Vol, Age 11 Years, 2403
North Twenty-Eighth Avenue, Omaha,
Barney was a little Irish boy. He had a
step-father who was very kind to him.
Barney's step-father worked hard for a
living. Guess what his business was was?
No, he was not a barber or a carman.
He was not a charcoal man or a harness
maker. He did not keep a laundry or a
He was a carpet cleaner. He called Bar
ney his partner. That was because Barney
helped him so much. It made Barney very
They took the carpets out on the river on
a barge. They brushed and beat them
well. The work was too dusty to do at
.When a cargo of carpets was well cleaned
they would hurrah loudly. Barney's
mother could hear the hearty cheers from
the shore. They lived not far from the
water. A little footpath led them home
from the landing.
Barney's mother would listen and say:
"Hark, nowl I must be getting the supper
ready. The dearllngs will soon be here."
"I'll give them a fine cornstarch pudding
tonight. They shall not starve for want
of a little good cooking. I must see to the pened to be just a few days before Christ
rhubarb tarts, too. I'll give them a feast mas we named him Santa,
for once." A few days after Christmas papa brought
"There's the lad s scarlet scarf. He's home a hatbox with something In It which
waving It at me now. I know it a mile seemed to be very lively. Mamma does not
ott" Has dogs, and when aha saw the hatboa
Barney and his step-father would bring and heard the funny Utile scratching noise
the carpets ashore. They took them to the inside of tt she said: "I hope you have not
owners in a cart. They would reach home brought another dog?" But It was a little
at about 7 o'clock. Barney's mother would dog, ,r, rather, a puppy, and the dearest
kiss them both and give them a good little Newfoundland one you ever aaw. Wa
supper. When supper was over, Barney named hlrn Claua
would play marbles' with the boy. When Tne pupplM layed togeth,P nlc,Iyi A
It grew too dark to play he would n In. few weck. aftar thlr .rrl.i .k ,a
He would take his book awhile and read.
Then he would go to Miss Lily White's
party. Do you know what that means?
It means go to bed.
The Adventure of a Cat
By Mary Day, Aged 13 Years. 8843 Franklin
Street, Omaha. Red.
"I was on the mat In front of the fire I
don't know whether I was sitting or lying
on it washing my paws, for it was a rainy
day ami I, had just been outdoors.
All of a suadtn I heard a patter of feat
gnd turnlnB; my head around saw two buys,
James and Frank, as they tall them, come
running through the door. 'Come on, let a
have some fun,' and they rudely picked me
up by my paws and escorted me into an
other room, where I had been many times,
but every time I went I vowed I wouldn't
go again, for there was In the corner a
thing which looked like a girl, but when I
went up and meowed to her she dldn t pat
my head, and so I pulled her hair and she
didn't even cry like Molly does.
"Well, these boys went to a small box
and took out some plecea of cloih, I guess,
Then one of them held me while the other
one slipped something over my head and
buttoned it around me. Oh, It waa so tight
1 was meowing very loudly when another
thing waa put over my head and buttoned
around; my neck. Then they put something
on my head which I am quite sure waa a
cup because It was very hard and fell oft
every time I moved my head. They put
me in their arms and told me to lis silil.
I knew not what waa coming.
They took me back to the fire, but did
not lay me down. 'See here, Molly we
have a new doll for you, but I turned my
head around and gave a long meow, and
she Jumped up and took me and took off
tnose rags, ana was again tree, one
saved my life, I know she did, and I am
going to serve her as long as I can. I
Good Darwin once contended
That Beetles were from Bees descended;
And as my pictures show,I think,
The Beet must be the missins-link.
The Sugar-Beet and Honey-Bee
Supply.the Beetle's pedigree: '
The f arhUy is now complete
'The Bee, the Beetle and tne Beet.
feswfijbt, rVK by Paul BMer and Ce
they are all right."
Mary Brown, Aged 12 Years, 23JJ Boule
vard, Omaha, Net. Red.
One bright September day some girls
and I planned to go walnut picking on
Saturday afternoon, so when Saturday
afternoon came Ihe girls came after me,
and as It was cold and misty niy mother
would not let me go. So I went upstairs
Into my room and began to read, when I
heard tlus door slam. I knew my mother
went uptown, aa she usually does on Satur
I laid my book down, put my old hat and
coat on, went Into the cellar to get a
basket and started for the woods, a half
mile from home. 'When I reached there I
could not find the girls, so I walked down
till I came to bushes of stickers and poison
vines. I thought I would crawl through on
my hands and knees, but as I did so they
got into my hair, so I pushed through and
When I reached there I went upstairs
Into my room, locked the door, took the
scissors and began to cut them out.
When my mother caine home I had the
stickers all out, but half of my hair was
The next day I did not want to go to
school, but my mother made ma go. After
that I never disobeyed my mother again.
By Leola Harris, aged U Years, 615 Bouth
Twenty-Second S.reet, Omaha. Red.
A few years ago my father brought home
a riltla tan and white puppy. As It hap-
o'clock at night, we heard a terrible howl
from the basement. Papa went down
stairs and found Santa dead. We had bad
painters In the house and Santa had gotten
at the white lead. .
WTs were all very sorry because of the
dear little dog's death. Wa dug a grave
and burled him. But Claua, more than
anyone else, mourned the death of the lit-
tl j Anir Du t,tsa k(a ,la,iuM
' The End 01 Jim
By Charloa Patterson, Aged 14 Years, 1306
ouuui isi ou, untoi) xeo. ftso.
Jim lived in a shanty over by the river.
It was his only home that bs remembered.
It was a cold night and It was snowing.
Jim had not been feeling well that even
ing and laid down on his cot Ha thought
of the days gone by. His father and
mother bad died whe he was a little boy,
and ha was left alone In the world. Jim
had turned miser when ha was about 14
years old, and by this time ha had saved
a good deal. He waa thinking It over and
ha kenw he wouldn't live much longer, and
ha wrote his will that night He did not
know, how to write very good and his
spelling was bad, and this waa the way
he wrote it:
"the wll of aim brogan. I giv al mi mony
an every thin tu a lltle girl name Jene
Flin, she llvs up on ths alls name Jons
And Jim laid his head on the gunnysack
and passed peacefully away.
The Boy with the Wooden Shoes
By Ruth lcon Aged la Teftr. Swed6.
burg, Neb. Red.
There bad uome a new boy to school.
He and his parent had come from far
away and he wore wooden shoes. In tha
country here they had moved to the boys
and; girls didnot wear wooden shoes, so
they mndn fun of him and his wooden
shoes. When he came home from school
he raid to his mamma: "Such foolish
children, they haven't seen wooden shoes
before."- So he told his mamma that he
wanted a pair of leather shoes, but they
did not have money enough to buy a pair
because they were very poor, so hs had
to wait a while before he could get them.
One place where the school chlldrn hat)
to pass there waa a big mad dog. One
day as they were passing by there the dog
was loose and came running towards., them.
All the children were afraid except Peter
Martinson (tha one who Wore wooden
shoes). He took one of hi wooden shoes
and threw after the dog. The dog was
sfrald and turned back. Then Peter took
his other wooden shoe and threw after
him aa a farewell. to him. When the chil
dren saw the dog turning back and Peter
had picked up hla wooden shoes they
started for home thanking him very much
for what he had done. After that they
never made fun of his wooden shoes.
By Dee Winter, Aged 14 Years, St. Francis,
Cheyenne County, Kan. Red.
In a very laige city there lived a little
girl named Mary, who was very Impatient.
She always wanted to be first at the table
and was always In a hurry for every meal.
Some people called her Impatience, which
was a very good namo for her.
She grieved her parents very much, ns
always Is the case In this kind of a house
hold. Her parents tried everything to
break her of 11.
One night aa sh waa about to sleep, she.
saw three figures. On. was a mother ami
the other two, her children. The woman
was making taffy candy and was Just
pouring it out Into a dish to cool so it
Would be ready to pulL
One of them aald. "May I pull mine
"No dear. It la too hot sow," answered
"But I want mln. now," growled Im
patience. "Do aa mother says," advised th other
But Impatience stuck her fingers Into It
and soon commenced crying. Then the
mother cried too,
"O mother, mother, please atop crying, I
will be more patient after this," said th
sorry little girL
Just then a man appeared to Mary and
said, "your mother orles for you like this
woman, .every night" You may be sure;
Mary was patient after this and her pa
rents rejoiced and wondered. v
By Ruth Thompson, Aged Tears, 2324
North Sixteenth Street. Red.
Ther. was one. a miser who was very
lazy. Ho got every penny h. had by
begging. Ilia wife and two children died
from being hungry.
One day h. waa reading his evening
paper, which he thought wa very great
to have. Hs saw that th next morning
that ther. in tha court house by the
door waa going to meet many of the men
of the city to look for th mayor child,
who had been lost by her nurse. The one
who found it was going to be rewarded by
a bag of gold.
Oh, tha miser thought I will hunt for
It not beoauaa I want to be good but for
So h waa np bright and early. But on
hla way ha saw a poor little lamb with
hla foot oaug-ht under a rock.
He was so lasy that he aald, "I will not
help It for nothing, It did not ma." So
he journeyed on.
But the lamb was a fairy who had been
changed to a lamb by the queen of fairies
because it had disobeyed.
A poor man going out for the hunt
went tha same road. When ho saw tho
lamb he said, "I will help It." He got
it away from the rock and bound the
wound up with his handkerchief, and was
Just turning away when the lamb said,
"I will repay you for your good heart,"
and saying, drew the child from under tho
rock and he got tho gold.
When tha miser heard this hs was so
mad that he killed himself. Lastnees some
times loses a great deal.
By Verna Klrschbraun, Aged 12 Years, 611
South Twenty-fo" street, Omaha.
One sunny April morning in New York
City Dick Marston, a 12-year-old newsboy,
was selling papers on tha corner of Broad
way. In stooping to pick up a paper ha
had dropped he noticed that a purse was
laying on the Bldewalk. "' .'
He picked It up, and, hastily loolclncr
around, he found that rui one was looking,
but a man had Just passed by, and Dick
felt certain he had lost It.
"I need It worse than ha does." Dick
muttered. "I don't need to giv It back
Instantly Dick thought of the motto,
"Honesty is the best policy," and running
after the man soon caught np with him.
"Did you lose your purse, sir?" he asked.
"Yes, thank you," said the man. "You
are an honest boy." And he offered Dick
$5, but Dirk would not accept it.
On his way home Dick noticed a sign
In a window ' saying "boy wanted, big
salary." Dick went in and found several
boys trying to get the position.
The proprietor cam out and said to
Dick, "You ara the boy that picked up my
purue. I am sure that you are honest and
I would rather have a boy In my office
that can be trusted than a boy who could
do better work and not be trusted, so I
think I will take you."
As he was going h-m Dick said to him
self, "After tlilu my motto will ba honesty
Is the best policy."
A Composition on a Horse
By Mabel Wilt, Aged K' Years, Benning
ton, Neb. iilue.
There was once a Uoy named Milton who
wa 9 yeara of age. Milton was In th.
third grade, and their teacher told th.
pupils to write a composition on a "dog."
'Milton said, "I wave no dog; my dog dlqdi
His name v.aa Shep.'
Miss Ilern.tt, Milton's teacher, said,
"Then write compouh'iun on a horse."
That evening when Milton came horn,
from school he looked for paper and pencil,
but could not find any. Bo he asked hla
mo'.htr if she would find some for him.'
Mrs. Brows said, "yes." and went to th
desk nd gjve him some.
MiHon took his paper and pencil and
went lntq the barn, got on his pet horse
and wrote a composition. .
His father came into the barn to feed
the horses snd saw Milton there and asked
him what he was doing. Milton aald,
"Teacher said we shuuld write a composi
tion on a horse."
Mr. Brown (lor tills was bis father
name) laughed and said b should writs)
tory about a horsa. ; , Y
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