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About Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922 | View Entire Issue (June 13, 1909)
THE OMAHA SUNDAY BEE: JUKE 13, 1000. ARE the Busy Bees matching their page to see who write the most stories and the best stories in order that they may choose a good king nd queen for the summer? Votes may be sent in any time between now and July 1. Ally of the Busy Bees may send in votes for any of. the little writers whom they wish to have for king of the Red side and Queen of the Blue aide. Although there are a number of boyB who take an Interest In the Busy Bee's page, very few of them have sent in any stories since the base ball sea son has begun. It would Interest a large number of the little readers If the boys would send in some stories about their game. And If any of the boya or girls have dogs or horses or other pets, who do clever and interesting tricks, the Busy Bees would like to hear about them, too. Prizes were awarded this week to two rather new Busy Bees, Minnie Oottsch, on tho Blue aide, and to Ruth KlrschBtein, on the Red side. Honor able Mention was given to Eunice Bode on the Blue side, who was one of the prize winners last week. Any of the Busy Bees may send cards to anyone whose name is on the Postcard Exchange, which now includes: Jn De Long-, Alnsworth, Neb. Irene McCoy, Ki union, Neb. Lillian Mtrwln. Beaver City, Neb. Mabel Witt, Bennington, Neb. Anna Oottsch, Bennington, Neb. Minnie Gottsch. Bennington, Neb. Agnes Dahnike, Benson, Neb. Marie Gallagher, Bcnkelman, Neb. (box 12). Ida May, Central City, Neb. Vera Chaney, Crvlghton, Neb. Louie Helm, David City, Neb. Rhea Frtldell, Dorchester, Neb. Eunice Bode, Kails City. Neb. Ethel Reed, Fremont, Neb. Hulda Lundburg. Fremont, Neb. Marlon Capps, Gibson, Neb. Marguerite Bartholomew. Gothenburg, Neb. Lydia Hotli, t06 Went Kotmig street, Grand Island, Neb. Ella Vuii, 407 West Charles street. Grand Island, Neb. Irene Costello, 115 West Eighth street. Grand Island, Neb. Jessie Crawford, 4u6 West Charles street. Grand Island, Neb. Pauline Bchulte. 412 West Fourth street, Urand Island, Neb. Martha Murphy, 3 East Ninth street, Urand Island, Neb. Hugh Butt, Leshara, Neb. Hester &. Kutt, Leshara, Neb. Alice Temple, Lexington. Neb. Ruth Temple, Lexington, Neb. Anna Neilson, Lexington, Neb. Kdythe Kreltz, Lexington, Neb. Marjorle Temple, Lexington, Neb. Alice Urassmeyer, IMS C St., Lincoln, Neb. Marian Hamilton, 'Ai'tV L St., Lincoln, Neb. Elsie Hamilton, 2029 L St., Lincoln, Neb. Irene Dlsher, 2OJ0 L street, Lincoln, Neb. Hughle Dinner, 2030 L street, Lincoln, Neb. Louise Stiles, Lyons, Neb. Estello McDonald, Lyons. Neb. Milton Seller, Nebraska City, Neb. Harry Crawford, Nehraska City, Neb. Harvey Crawford, Nebraska City, Neb. Luclla Haxen, Norfolk, Neb. Letha Larkln, So. Sixth St., Norfolk, Neb. Emma Marquardt, Fifth street and Madi son avenue, Norfolk, Neb. Genevieve M. Jones, North Loup. Neb. Helen Goodrich, 4"10 Nicholas street, Omaha Orrln Fisher, LU0 South Eleventh street, Omaha. Mildred Erlckson, Omaha. Oscar Erlckson, - Omaha. Louis Raabe, M0 2709 Howard street, street. rts Howard North Nineteenth ave r.ue, Omaha. Frances Johnson, 933 North Twenty-fifth avenue, Omaha. Marguerite Johnson, 933 North Twenty fifth avenue, Omaha. Mary Brown, 2323 Boulevard, Omaha. E"va Hendes, 44o2 Dodge street, Omaha. Squirrels Have a By Maud T was the first week In June 1 Y that Mrs. Bright-eye Squirrel '111 decided to give a party In her iiJf big new house. She had just Vandoned the old house and moved Into the fine, new one. and everything was in beautiful order. And not one of her neighbors had yet got a peep into the new quarters, for as Mrs. Bright-eye Squirrel declared, "All must come together and give me a house warm ing, and everything must be a surprise to everyone." And so not a single friend had been asked to enjoy a look over the new house. "Now, Betty, Bob and June, you must run around the woods with the Invitations, giving them to the friends to whom they are addressed. Do not make a mistake, my dears, and let an Invitation fall Into the hands of squirrels or other animals whom I have not Included In my guests' list. There are those who would sneak In If possible, and causa us to have a most unpleasant evening. So, be careful, my dears." So instructed Mrs. Bright-eye Squirrel, speaking to her three lovely little children, and giving to each a pack of Invitation cards. "Yes, mamma," promised the children, taking the invitation cards and starting out with them. "We'll give them to those whose names we see written on the out side." Then away they ran, for they were all very healthy, happy little squirrels. And they were full of happy anticipation of the coming "house warming" to be en joyed one week from that day. "Now," said Betty, speaking to Bob and June, "as we have so many cards to dis tribute tt would be better for us to go In separata ways, for It would take all day to go the rounds together. Let's see all my Invitations are for those living down near the creek bank. And yours, Bob,' take you to the hillside, over by that great Toy max TRurr mx, J u unit a Innes, 2768 Fort street, Omaha. Lillian Wirt, 4168 Cass street, Omaha. Emlie Brown, 2322 Boulevard, Omaha. Meyer Cohn, H4 Georgia avenue, Omaha. Ada Morris, 3424 Franklin eireet, Omaha. Myrtle Jensen, 2Su Izard street, Omaha, Gull Howard, 4722 Capitol avenue, Omaha. Helen Houck, 1626 Lothrop street, Omaha. Kr.ierson Goodrich, 4010 Nicholas, Omaha. Maurice Johnson, 1027 Locust St., Omaha. Leon Carson, 1124 North Fortieth, Omaha. Wllma Howard, 4721 Capitol Ave., Omaha. Hilah Fisher, 1210 South Eleventh, Omaha. Mildred Jensen, 2707 Leavenworth, Omaha, Edna Heden, 3789 Chicago street, Omaha. Mabel Shelfelt, 4914 North Twenty-fifth meet, Omaha. Walter Johnson. 8406 North Twentieth street. Omaha. Emma Carruthers, 1211 North Twenty-flftr street, Omaha. Leonora Denlson, The Albion, Tenth and Pacific streets, Omaha. Mae Hammond, O'Neill, Neb. MnCge L Daniels, Ord. Neb. Zcla Beddeo, Orleans, Neb. Agnes Richmond, Orleans, Neb. Mario Fleming, Osceola, Neb. , Lotta Woods, Pawnee City, Neb. Karl Perkins, Reddlngton, Neb. Emma Kostal, 1S16 O street. South Omaha. Edra Enis, Stanton, Neb. Ethel Enis. Stanton, Neb. Lena Petersen, 2211 Locust street. East Omaha. Ina Carney, Sutton, Clay county. Neb. Clara Miller, I'tlca, Neb. Mildred F. Jones, North Loup, Neb. Alta Wllken. Waco. Neb. Ma Grunke. West Point, Neb. Elele Stastny, Wllher. Neb. Frederick Ware, Winside. Neb. Pauline Parks, Tork, Neb. Edna Behllng. Tork, Neb. Mary Frederick, York, Neb. Carrie B. Bartlett. Fontanelle, la. Irene Reynolds, Little Sioux, la. Fthel Mulholland. Box 71. Malvern, la. Eleanor Mellor. Malvern, la. Ksthryne Mellor, Malvern, la Ruth Robertson, Manilla, la. Mildred Robertson. Manilla, la. Margaret B. WItherow, Thurmnn, la. Fred Sorry, Monarch, Wyo. John Barron, Monarch, Wyo. Edith Amend, Sheridan, Wyo. Pauline Squire, Grand, Okl. Fred Shelley, 220 Troup street, Kansas City, Kan. Henry L. Worklnger. car Sterling; Remedy company, Attlra, Ind. Adlena Sorry, Monarch, Wyo. Box 82. Pauline Coad, 371S Farnam Btreet, Omaha Jack Coad, 8718 Farnam street, Omaha. House Warming Walker. pasture In which so many rabbits and foxes abound. Be careful about meeting the rabbit more especially the foxes. The latter are very sly and cunntng and might get an Invitation from you." "Oh, I'll be careful," declared Bob. Then he started off in the direction of the hill side, not stopping to look for even a nut on the way, Betty then directed June to her path, which lay through the densest part of the wood. "As soon as you have finished with your errand, sister, run home as fast as you can," warned Betty. Then the two sisters parted to go each her own way. Bob soon reached the hillside, and wae tapping at the door of the house of a friend of the family when he heard a soft voice below him. "Please, young man, do not make so much noise at that door, there Is a sick baby squirrel lnalde. I am the doctor, and have coma at the sum mons of the mother of the little one. Please give me your message to the squir rels living here and I Bhall see that It ie delivered." Bob looked keenly at the "dootor," but he did not quite like the idea ot giving; him the invitation Intrusted to him by his mother. Yet, what could he do? He stood Irresolute for a moment; then the "doctor" spoke again. "You may trust me, my fine young man. I am going around to the back door to enter, so as not to make any noise to dis turb the sick baby, so give me your mes sage." Before Bob could say yes or no the "doctor" had extended a paw to take the white card in Bob's hand, and the lit tle fellow, a bit upset by the encounter with a real "doctor," gave up the invita tion without more ado. Then, to his as tonishment, the "doctor" did not go around to the back door to enter the house of Bob's friends, but ran off into the pas ture as fast as ever he could, at last dla- ppeaiing through a deep hedge row. Bob stood wondering what It all meant. mm mt rxxs rouxa man." Our Trip By Frances Johnson, 13 Years, 93 3 North Twenty-fifth Avenue, Omaha. Blue Side. (This poem la based on a recent blrding trip by two Busy Bees.) It was an Ideal day In perfect May, Butterflies flitted o'er flower-faces gay; Boftly shed they their fragrant breath, tho sweet apple blooms While the dainty wild plum wafted fragrant perfumes To a woodland nook where two girl friends sat by a brook. Perhaps you would have thought their expressions quite glum, But you know not the reason for which they had come. They were very wide awake all the same, And to see Birdville choir was their greatest aim. II. Ah, what is that? Tread lightly hark! I not that the song of the meadow lark? It's he who prefers his larkllngs concealed In some fragrant meadow, or in some grassy field. Oh, see the thrasher up In that tree! Hear him warble forth his sparkling notes of gleel Did you, as he flew, the oriole behold, With his shining gown of black all trimmed in richer gold Than e'en e'er wore the pagan kings of old? III. There sits the blue bird, with his back of velvety blue; Ah, who could wish to see a more brilliant hue! Not e'en the one who has seen the Vesuvian bay, so blue; Not e'en the one who has had of some clear Swiss lake a view. Then there was somber cat-bird, with hia medley of notes. While in the swamps there were scores of Maryland yel lowthroats. Amid the dandelions the friends espied swarms of gold finches, And it would be very hard to decide Which was the prettier, Mr. Wren or his plain but pretty bride. IV. The swallow was next on their program to see. As he dipped through the air so swiftly and free. Once they thought an old oak on fire, But soon perceived 'twas cardinal In hla most gorgeous attire. This, of a sudden, was the conversation to be heard: "Oh, look over in that Cottonwood, pray, what is that bird? Did e'er you hear such a mysterious squeak?" "Ah, dear friend, that's the rose-breasted grosbeak!" V. Then they saw Mr. Woodpecker, with his conspicuous apron of white. And his cap, all gemmed in rubies, presented a most bril liant sight. Now my pen will stop for this time, For fear the Busy Bees tire of such a monotonous rhyme. But let me say Just one more thing, That those songs In my ears re-echo and ring; For, besides I, the other one was don't you know who I mean?" It was Myrtle Jensen, our former sovereign queen!" RULES FOR YOUNG WRITERS L Write plainly em eave side of the pape esOjr u( number the paTea, 0. Vse pea aosd lax, net yen ell Short and pointed arttolae will be glrea preference. Be aoe.uae ever BBO word. 4. Original srWrlee ot letters only mm he uses. a. VitM yen Berne, are and -drees at the top ef the Cist pace. rtrst an eeoend, prises ef hooks will he given (or the best twe eon trthntiens to thla page each week. Address an oonuntLntontlona to txcxxisasars Bsrajixifxjrr, Oaaaha Bee. (First Prise.) Hazel's Party By Minnie Gottsch, Aged IS Years, Ben nington, Neb. Blue Side. "Mamma, may I have just the kind of a party I want for my birthday?" coaxed Hazel. "Why, yeai If It's possible you may. What would you like, pat?" when the door 'of the house opened and he beheld his mother's best friend, Mrs. Wee-wee Squirrel, and beside her stood her little child, the one purported to be HI by the strange "doctor." "Why, Bobby Brlghteye, how long have you been standing here? Did you knock at the door?" Bobby told of his errand and of how a stranger a dootor bad got from him the Invitation Intended for Mrs. Wee-wee Squirrel. Mrs. Wee-wee Squirrel told Bob to come In and they would talk over the strange Incident "Surely, my child, you have given an Invitation to a fox, yes, a sly old fox. Well, you are but a little thing and a cunning old fox could easily deceive you. But I shall go at once to see our squirrel councillor and he will give us advice In the matter. We must do something to prevent your mother from being annoyed by him at the party,, for undoubtedly he'll try to Intrude himself." Bob now understood how easily he had been fooled and decided to hurry home and report the occurrence to hla mothu-, while Mrs. Wee-wee Squirrel promised to deliver the other Invitations herself and save Bob from any further meeting with foxes. "They have so many sly ways that another one might deceive you in some way and get from you another invitation, o I'll perform this service for your dear mother myself," said Mrs. Wee-wee. Bob felt relieved to have this most reliable friend come to his aid and handed over the invitations to her, then be flew home as fast as ever he could to his mother. Betty and June had not arrived home to Birdland "Why, I want a woodsy one tako the big wagon and our dinner and get whole lots and lots of flowers. And, mamma, I don't want to ask just all children; I want Mrs. Murry to come, too. She looks so tired all the time. May I, mamma?" "Yes, Indeed," replied mamma, with a happy smile on her face that Hasel liked to see. She had been thinking fast while Hazel was talking. "It will be the nicest kind ot a party. Suppose we drive out to grandpa's woods and ark grandpa and grandma and auntis and the cousins to meet us there?" "Oh, mamma!" and Hazel threw her arms around her mother's neck and gave her a bear hug. "Now I'm going to ask Mrs. Murry. She's hanging out the clothes now. I see her over the fence." There was Just the nicest stool close by the gate, and climbing up on that Hazel cculd look over into Mrs. Murry's yard end they had become good . friends, the lonely woman and the little girl with sun shine In her fuce, and eyes, and voice. "Mrs. Murry, won't you come to my birthday party? It's going to be a woodsy yet, and the mother felt much uneasiness lest they be deceived by some sly old fox as Bob had been, but toward noon the two little girl squirrels came bounding In and on Inquiry from their mother assured her they hud given the Invitations only to those to whom they were addressed. In the afternoon Mrs. Brlghteye Squir rel went to meet her friend, Mrs. Wee-wee Squirrel at the woods spring, where all the squirrels went for water. From there the two friends went to call upon the squirrel councillor, the wisest old squirrel In all the woods. He heard their story and sat meditating quite a while. Then, smil ing, said: "Let the 'doctor come to the party. We'll give him a warm reception." "Oh, I cannot agree to admitting a fox to my hou.se-warming!" cried Mis. Brlght eye Squirrel. "Bt't it will prove such a genuinely fine parly for him that he'll never want an other one," laughed the squirrel councllur. "Let him come, my dear Mrs. Bright-eye. I'll be there, you know, to look after the entertainment. Ha, ha!" Ha the week went qulikly away and the evening ot the party arrived. All wan in readiness, and Mm. Bright-eye, with her Son and to (laughters btwlile her, wai stationed at the parlor door to receive her guests. The now houne was aglow with lights and fragrant with frrh Ineudow floweia. Ax the guests entered the new house they fell into raptures over its beautiful arrangement and furnlxhirig. The lat guett to arrive was a huge fellow In long black cuat, high silk hat and carrying a caue. He wore a ditfuiltvd one. Papa will drive us out to grandpa's woods to eat dinner and pick flowers. Mamma said I might ask you." Would she goT She couldn't speak for mlmite, there were so many happy tears in her eyes and voice. Grandpa and the cowing had a birthday urprice ready for the merry company, a swing and hammocks, and a table ready set, and a firo with a dinner kettle hung over It, and some potatoes roaming in the ashes. Tho woods were full of flowers, too, and why, wasn't It funny aunty was a dear frlct d of Mrs. Mtirry, and mamma know it all the time. Hazel was happy to sea the "liappy" In Mrs. Murry'B face. (Second rrlze.) My Friends t By Ruth Klrsehstein, Aged in Years. 8801 Grand Avenue, Omaha. Ked Side. I would like to tell you of some dear friends of mine. Tho "Llttlo Colonel" Is a very dear friend. She lias short, light hair and dark, hazel eyes. She Is a little Kentucklan and leaves out all her r's. I was Invited to her house party last June. We rode ponies and had picnics nearly every day. Her mother Is young and very nice. She did not scold us when we disobeyed and went to a camp of gypsies. But we caught the measles and that was enough punishment for us, because we had to stay In a dark room when we wanted to be out In the sunshine and riding around on the ponies. But I must turn from my best friend and tell you about "Heroines Every Child Should Know." Although I have never seen Lady Jano Grey and Joan of Arc they have talked to me and have taken me to the placos that the book says are very Important. Joan of Arc was a poor but beautiful girl. She had visions and by these she wns led to battle to save Franco, her coun try. Although she saved her country she was taken by the English and burned at the stake. - I beve lived with Mme. Roland and have Been the awful guillotine where she nt so bravely to meet her death. Although she Is much older than I am, I go with Mme. Rolnnd and love to hear her talk. The "Little Women" are my friends also. I like Jo. for she makes me laugh at her funny doings and sayings. Beth and Amy are nice girls, but I do not care for Meg very much. I hope all the "Busy Bees" know these books and like them as much as I do. (Honorable Mention.) Conversation in the Work Box By Eunice Bode, Aped 12 Years. Palls City, Neb. Lock Box 229. Blue Side. The lid of the work box was shut down and it was put on the shelf. "My," said the pincushion, "I am glad; I thought that he never would get those stockings darned. Now we can talk." "Humph!" said the darning needle, "you are so soft that anything can be put Into you." "I wouldn't have so much to say If I had as sharp a tongue as you," said the scissors, cuttingly. "Don't quarrel," said the thimble, who was a peacemaker. "Suppose we play something," 'said the needle. "I am feeling very despondent. Even Mr. Emery could not brighten me up." f Someone suggested "button, button, who has got the buttonT" "How dare you insult me?" said Miss Button. So that game was out of the ques tion. "Let us play I spy,' " said a paper of needles, who were all eyes. "We can't play that," said the hooks. "We have to have the eyes to see with and they have gone to sleep." Then up got the tape measure, who was a gentleman to the last inch. "Let us play " but his suggestion was never finished, for Just then the box was taken off the shelf and they all had to go to work. Prince By Lew V. Mead, Aged 11 Years, Blair, Neb. Blue Side. Harry was sitting out in the front yard playing with the cat when a bright Idea struck him. He thought he would go and ask his mother If he might go to the beach and take I'rlnce with him. Now Prince was a large Newfoundland doc and faithful as the most faithful dog could bo. His mother told him he might go, so ho called Prince and started down to the beach. He went along the beach and picked up shells until he came to a ledge of rocks about six feet high. He walked up and looked over. Prince gave a warning growl, but Harry paid no heed. All of a sudden without warning a gust of wind came up which sent Harry headlong Into very deep water. No sooner had he fallen than Prince was after him. When he ccme up Prince seized him and swam to shore. He laid him down and went at almost railway speed for home. He brought them air and was bowed into the parlor by Mrs. Bright-eye and introduced to the other guests by none less than the squirrel coun cilor. And the tall, dignified new guest stranger to all apparently except Mrs. Bright-eye and the councilor made him self veiy agreeable, complimenting the ladies and paying close attention to the conversation of the gentlemen. Then supper wan announced, and all re paired to the dining room, where a real feast was set before them. The new guest was very talkative, directing the attention of the gueMs to various decorations of the room and pointing out the beauties of tl moonlight landscape ueeu through the open windows. But while the eyes of the other guests were roaming the room or looking from the windows those of the wise old councilor wire closely watching the si rang er's movemvnts which were sly and quick. After the supper had been enjoyed to the fullest, the hostess led her guests again to the parlor. And then It whs that the' wine old councilor took tho precaution of slyly locking the outer douis of the house and of whimpering secretly to several of the older and eiionger of the male guests pieucnt. Pretty eoon after supper the strange, tall guests approached the hostess and said that lie must take Ills leave, as he had a very long way to So. He expresitod his genuine enjoyment of the evening In her liouba and hoped he mlfcht have the plesure of visiting her again in future. Then he took his hat and walked to the door, but found he could nut opeu 1U The Bee's Reply Oh busy bee, oh buoy bee! You are working all the day. Do you never stop to take a rest, Nct to have a bit of play? "I'm laying up my store of food For the cold long winter's day; And honey I must make for you While you romp about and play. "And when in winter you will have The honey, pure and sweet, That I have worked all summer long To make, that you may eat, "You'll understand, my little child, Why I must work alway, For I must feed myself and you, While you run out and play." where Harry was laying. He had revived a great deal and was now sitting up. They took him home and he was soon playing around as if nothing hud happened. Prince was the hero of tho day and felt proud that he had served his llttlo master so well. He grew older every day and lived to be fifteen years old. When he died Hurry put up a nice little monument. Duke and the Kitten By Dorothy White, Aged 14 Years. TM North Twenty-third Street, Lincoln, Neb., Ited Side. ' Duke was a large black and white dog. He had king silky ears and bright eyes. When he was a pup he was so full of mid chief that his mistress used to say, "We really shall have to Bend Duke away; we cannot have any peace while he stays tiers." Somehow Duke was never sent off. Everyone thonght too much of him, even his mistress, for all she scolded him, would have been sorry to have him go. Duke was very fond of a little, yellow kitten, and the kitten was fond of him. Although Duke teased the kitten, he was very careful not to hurt It, and they had some lively times together. They used to play hide-and-seek together. The kitten would run under an ottoman; It came so close to the floor that there was just room for the kitten to get under. Duke would He down and put his head close to the floor. The kitten would stick out Its yellow paw and Duke would try to catch It; after a while the kitten would run out, and they would play up and down the walks. Sometimes the kitten would run under the poroh and put Its paw up through a hole In the floor. Duke would come and put his paw on IC then the kitten would put Its head In his mouth and he would pull It Up through the hole and carry It around the garden. The Flowers' Concert By Helen Huck, Aged 13 Years, 1625 Loth rop Street, Omaha. Ked Side. It was a summer evening and Muriel had been lying in the hammock reading, but had grown tired and was leaning back idly. All at once the daintiest llttlo creature Imaginable came up on the porch. Muriel rubbed her eyes and then she saw it was a sweet pea. Pretty soon more flowers came and among them were the violet, the rose, the daffodil, lilies of the valley and hosts of others. After all had taken their seats six of the flowers mounted a small platform and to the sweetest strains of muslo Muriel had ever heard was borne on the night breese. It was different from anything Muriel had ever heard and thoy stopped all too soon Muriel thought She listened to them talk, but could not mako out what they said. While she was listen ing sho heard hor mother say, "Muilel dear, come to dinner. Father's been home fifteen minutes. Now come." Then Muriel found It had all been a dream, but she never forgot it. The Lemonade Stand By Hope Hutton, Aped 11 Years, 2H0 South Thirty-second Street, Omaha, Neb. Blue Side. On a small farm lived a poor widow and her two children Harry, aged 10 years, and Gladys, aged 8 years. The meagre liv ing was earned on the small farm, which contained six acres. They owned one horse, two cows, three Bheep, four pigs, soma chickens and one old dog. Although they worked hard, times were bad and they often knew want. In the village near which the Grays lived it had become the custom of many of the children to set up small stands on the side walk and sell lemonade, and one day Mrs. Gray took Harry and Gladys to the village and the saw some of the lemonade stands. They decided to start one, and did so the very next day. The first person to buy wss an old farmer going to the village. He bought two glasses and pronounced the lemonade At this moment the councilor strode up to him and eald In a very loud volco: "My dear doctor ahem! when you stole the Invitation to this party from a little lad you did not seem to know that your presence here would be most unwelcome. But we decided to allow you to enter the houBa and to enjoy the entertainment even on a stolen invitation. But I took it upon myself to keep a close watch of you, and the result is that you cannot leave this house till you have relieved your several pockets of the silver taken from the supper table and the fine trinkets you so deftly removed from the pockets of the guests prevent." Upon this open accunatlon tho dignified and elegant "doctor," who was In reality a sly old fox and who had entered the house merely to steal what he could lay his hands on, became Kieatly agitated and tried jumping out through the win dow. Hut the several male guents to whom the councilor had confided the Identity of the "doctor" surrounded Mm, and soon they had his paws securely tied and had taken from his pockets the ktoleu slhir and trinkets. Then, with apologies to the ladles present for having created an un pleasant fecene and begging to bo exceed for a few minutes from their society, to which they wouid Joyously return the "committee" In chaign of the old fox ac companied him forth on his road And once outside Mrs. Bright-eye's house they gave the old fox such a sound thrashing that he hegged for ineicy and promised to never Intrude his unwelcome presence In that woods oaiu yromlb he kept, too. "fine." The next were four automohlllsts, who also thought it fine, and so on all day. At evening they had made $1.10. Aftor that all through the summer they sold lemonade and their mother found tho money a great help. Rillie's Lesson By Vera Kackley, Aped 8 Years, Moorcrott, Wyo. Blue Side. Once there lived a little girl whose nnrnu was Rlliln Michael. She was very bad. She had two little kittens, one was black and white and the other was snow white. The black and white one was called Spot. The other one was called Snowball.. One day itilllo was playing with Herbert Robinson when she thought Ehe would dance with Spot, so sho got hold of Spot's front legs. She pinched Spot's legs and she mewed and mewed. But Rlllle kept pinching Spot's legs until Herbert said: "I want to go home and you ask your mother to see If you can't come over and play with me." "All right. I will," said Rlllle, throwing Spot down. Next day when RIlHe went to dance with Spot she sprang at Rlllle and scratched her cheeks. That tausht Rlllle to be good to Spot. The Travels of a Dog By William Davis, Aged 9 Years, North Platte, Neb. Blue Side. Charles had been playing with his dog when suddenly the dog sprang through the gate and ran down the street. Charles started after him. They went up and down streets. Finally the dog went Into a large building. He went so fast Charles lost track of him. Charles thought he would go home. As he wae going he saw a friend running a'fter his dog, and he Joined In the chase. After a while be went into a gypsy camp. Horrors I bow were they, to got the dog? . A Little Heiress By Ruth Krueser, Aged 11 Years, 8E13 Dodge Street, Omaha. Blue Side. "Yes, ma'am. I'll Bend her right over," and Mrs. Holmes hung up the receiver. "Dollle, Mrs. Collier wants you to come over and get some clothes." "Yes, mother." Dollle rose to go. "Put on your blue dress. I wouldn't like bar to see you In that dress." While Dollle Is gone I will tell you about the family. Mrs. Holmes has two rooms In the sec ond basement of an apartment house. To pay for these she takes care of the apart ments. She receives but $5 a week. They belong to an English family. A friend of the family, a muslo teacher, asked some of her pupils to give Dollie some clothes, which they did. Dollie went to night school at a commercial college, though she Is but 13 years old. When she returned her mother told her she had good news, handing her a tele gram and telling her to read It This la what It read: MRS. R. 11. HOLMES-Mr. Donn is dead. Your daughter receives money, LANGDOUF. "Oh, mother, aren't you glad? Then sud denly, "Who was Mr.Donn?" "He was my uncle, who married a rich woman. His wife died soon after her mar riage. He said then If I had a daughter she should have the money when he died." That summer saw them back in Huglaud, where they lived the rest of their lives. Joe's Jack o' Lantern By Adah C. ' Kelly, Aged 12 Years, North Bend, Neb. Blue Side. "Oh, mamma! come here, quick!" said little Ned, looking out of the window one dark night "I see the funniest looking man; he has great holes where his eyes and nose and mouth ought to be and It Is all light shining out of them. I guess he is on fire inside his heud." "Don't you know what that Is?" asked his big brother, Joe. "That's a Jack e lantern. Harry luismond lias been to hie) grandfather's In tho country and be gave him a pumpkin. Hairy cut holes for nose and mouth and eyes and put a candle In tide. He has lots of fun with it X wish our grandfather lived in tne country, so we could get a pumpkin. I'll have a Jack o' lantern, unyway." For awhile Joe sat still, thinking. Suddenly he started up, went to Uiu attic and no more was seen of him till nearly bedtime. Then he came In and said: "Now, mamma, if you will give me 2 cents to buy a candle with I will show you as good a Juck o' lantern as ever was made." In about ten minutes Joe opened the sitting room door and asked everybody to come Into the hall. There sat Mr. Jack o' Lantern, looking as bright and smiling as you please. Joe had taken an old cigar box and cut eyes and a nose and a mouth In the bottom, hiauding it on end he could open the cover and set his candle insldu and it mode a .very fine looking Jack. fcio you see, little city boys, even If you ' don't have a pumpkin you can have a Jack o' lantern. i i The Picnic By Ruby KncKli y, Aged 10 Years, Moor crott, Wyo. lUue Hldu. On the lat d.iy of school 'the teacher hal a picnic. The children talked down to the ilvcr. When they got there they waded In the mei, and a boy whose name is Clyde Hughes luude a raft and the boye rode on that. Then they went under a tieu and ate their dinner. After dinner they skipped Moncs ou the water and played games and dug In the sand. Then they came home. This Is a Uue MUtTf be cause 1 wsut wlttt LUauh