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IT WAS a grtat pleasure to receive sioties anU letter trow several ol our
oldtr Busy Urea who have not written for a lew weeks, and also to re
vive letters from a number o new busy bees. Some of the new writers
bay thry have been reading the Children's Page for a long time and now
tiny uiu going to Bend In Btorlea.
A lot of now Busy Uees have written the editor this week, and most of
them have decided to join the Ited side, as there are more Uusy Bees writing
for the Blue side than for the Red side. Two or three Busy Bees have writ
ten to Bay that they do not understand about the lied side and the Blue side.
The Busy Bwj may write for whichever side they choose. Eunice Bode is
queen of the Blue sidi and William Dals is king of the lied side for the sum
mer months, and each side tries t.j win the' most prizes.
Prizes weor awarded this week to Ixiulse Stiles of Lyons, Neb., and to
Frances Johnson of Omaha, Both are on the Blue sido. Honorable mention
was given to Frances Byrne, on the Blue side. The Busy Bee who received
honorable mention would have received first prize if she had not forgotten to
rite her address on the story. The Busy Bees should read the directions
before writing their stories.
The illustrated nursery rhyme rebus last week was "Old Mother Hub
bard went to the cupboard to get her poor dos ft bone." Correct answer
were "nt In by Frances Johnson of Omaha, Mabel Neutnaycr of Grand Island
and Ail Id Olsen of Omaha.
Any of the flusv Pees may send cards to anyone whose came Is on th
Postcard Exrhanpe. which now Includes:
Lime Hiou. iZJi Boulevard. Omaha,
.ii-u Le Lung, Ailiullil, .Neb.
'""n .it'Cu, uauimuii, ito.
i.ilnaii Meiwiii, leaver Ci.y, Neb.
Ai.i:,cl win. litriniiiguin. Neb.
Anna Gt.ttach, Bennington, Neb.
Minnie Uuliscli. limning tori. Neb.
..n-.s l.aiuuKt. i.t-naoii. N'eb.
t.in'l KeU, rikriiom. Neb
liu.ua Luridburg, ! leinunt, Neb.
.Ni,..oii Cilia. Oibiioii. Neb.
Ma;,ue ne bai tnuluiuew, Outhi nburg, Neb.
J... u i'.mn. i.w Weal ixueiug atreet, OianJ
I,anu, Neb.
Li... v uM, vt West L'hai lea street. Grand
ih.ai.U, Neb.
Iicne i.uaiei.o, 115 West Kighlh street,
iiund isiund, Neb.
Jra-.ie ciartfurd. tin Wast Cliarleo street,
t-iiaiul la.and, Neb.
Puulina richuka. iii West Fourth street,
'ii.iiid laiand, Nab.
Manna .Mjipy. :3 East Ninth stiaet,
i..a:.d Inland, Neb.
11 1. til Hull, l-stiara. Neb.
Hitler t;. Hull, Li-ahaia, Neb.
AI.i m Temple, l.exliiiton. Neb
II. uli Trm.le, Lexlnjioii, Neb.
Anna N'e .laon, I.exmKton, Neb.
l-:!y1iie Kieiu. lafXiiiKlon, Neb.
Jlurji.tie Temple. Lexinston, Neb.
.vi.ie (iiaft.meyei', imj O St., I.ll.coln. N'eb.
Muriun llaiuiliun. 2i;i9 L til.. Lincoin, Neb.
l.lnie llainiltoh, L. 8t., Lincoln. Nob.
lieiie Lilalier, i030 1. street. Lincoln, Neb.
lluithie blfhir. I, mm, Lincoln. Ni-b.
C'liailotte Hokkm, T, South Fifteenth street,
l.'i.iom, Ntb.
Hi'.n Johnnon, 334 South Seventeenth
street, Lincoln, Neb. .
L.u.s-n S.llkH, Lyoiib, N'eb.
Ksielle Mel lonald, Lyons. Neb. 1
Milton St'Uer, Nebraska City, Neb.
Jlnrry tiawlord, Nebraska City, Neb.
liarvt-y (. ruwrofd, N biases City, Neb.
i.nrne iia.en. NorioiK
llelin Iteynolds. Norfolk. Neb,
l.eiha I.arkln, fc'o. Slxlh St., Norfolk. Neb.
r.mma Aianiuardt, Kiflh street and MaJi-
son avenue. Norfolk. Nut).
Gervlov M. Jnnrs, North Loup, N'eb.
Orrln Fisher, 1210 South Eleventh street.
Omaha.
Ml dred F.rlckson.
Omaha.
?7i? Howard , street.
0cur Krickson
Omuha.
Louis rtaahe. 26tt
rue, Omaha.
2709 Howard street.
North Nineteenth ve-
Frances Johnson, 33 North Twenty-fifth
avenue. Omaha.
MniMiertie Johnson. 833 North Twenty-
Iirth avenue, Omaha.
in -januaiitr, utiikelnian. Neb. (box 12). Mjrlle Jensen. liiMi Izard sueet, Omaha.
iua ,Uj, t.tnlial Oily, Neb. tiwll Howard, 47L! Capllo! avinue, Omaha.
M- a Ci.e,.., LieUhion, Neb. JU.en Kouek. 16-6 Lothmp Mi eet, Omaha,
l.ouis liuhn. David Oily. Neb. Et.eisun Goodrich, ivii) Nicholas, Omaha,
r'"'" r '''" ll. Doi Chester. Neb. Wturue Johiioon, lu27 Locust St., Omaha,
t.unno Huutt. 1-ana Cny. Neb. l.,,,n ir.,.n mi n,i. i.-rtith nm-i...
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Pink-Eye's Unusual Experience
. TNK-EYE was a dear little,
bushy-tailed BQulrrel. Early In
l.er life Pink-Eye had been left
an orphan, for a wicked hunter
had deprived her of a mother.
After becomuiK an orphan Pink-
F.ye lived alone In the coxy house her fond
mother hnd provided for her, namely, a
tnui, cavity In the body of a huge tree.
As this little hoUKe was far tip In the side
of the trie Pink-Eye was always tafe while
Indoors, lint It is the nature of all crea
tures to love the open, the freedom of freau
kilr and ihe ft ground and running utream.
Ai.d heHlden, Pink-Eye's mother had left
hticl, a email stole of food In the house that
her llltle duimhter had aoon eaten it all
and was oLIUed to go to the ground to
fcunt her daily food.
Plnk-Eye did not mind hunting for food;
Indeed the enjoyed doing so. She would
neamper about under the trees, picking up
nuis. And in company with her would be
many other child squirrels also hunting
for num. It la the rule among squirrels
that euch after a certain alse muxt find
his own food, for no one will work to pro
vide food for another. Doing ao would at
once make ctriain squirrels laxy, fur if one
auulrrel began to find food for another
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THE UTILE QZKU RAW OUT OF
llrlen O "-d-lcii, 4 10 Nicholai street, Otrahe
Muiy bruii, .i.: ilouiev 11 J, juiatia.
Eva llcndee. iji Dodge siren, Omana.
J :..nl!.i inula. Z,-J) Fort street, Umaha.
Jack Cuad. 371S Farnam street, Omaha.
I.i..ian vviit. ilua ii at eel, Omana.
Meyer C'ohn. 84 Ue. mil avenue. Omaha.
Ada Mui i is. 34.4 Franklin street, Omaha.
I'aullne Coad, 37 IS Farnam Blreet, Omaha
W lima lloManl, 4TJJ Capuol Ave., Omaiui.
llilah ri.ihei, UIU South Lleventh, Omaha.
Mildred Jensen. Iiu7 iavenworth, Omaha
l.itna Hcdon, liils'J Chtcauo atreet, OinahA
Mabel Slieh'ell, 4'JH North Twenty-fllU
meet, Omaha.
Waller JuCnson, 2405 North Twentieth
sneet, Omaha.
Emma Carruihers, 1211 North Twenty-flftl
street, Omaha.
Leonora Lenison, The Albion, Tenth and
Pacific streets, Omaha.
Man Hammond, O'Neill, N'eb.
Marge L Laulela, Ord. Neb.
Zola Beddeo, Orleana, Neb.
Ames Richmond, Orleana, N'eb.
Mailv FienilnK, Osceola, N'eb.
Lotta Wooda, Cawnee City, Neb.
Karl Perkins, Reddmgton, Neb.
Lira Kms Stnnton. Neb.
Ethel Enls. Slanion. Neb.
Lena l'elei.scn, 2211 Locust street, Kast
omalia.
Ina Carney, Sutton, Clay county, Neb.
Clara Miller, t'tlca. Neb.
Mildred V. Jones, North Loup, Nab.
Alta Wllken. Waco, N'.b.
Mae Grunke. West Point, Neb.
KlKle btastcy, Wllher. Neb.
Frederick Ware. Wlnslde, Neb.
Pauline Parks, York. Neb.
Kdnu Lehlin, York, Neb.
Mary 1'ieile. Ick, York, Neb.
Carrie B. Uartlett, Fontanells, la.
vr.r Htyn.lda. Little Sioux, la.
Fthel Mtilholland. Hox 71, Malvern, la.
Eleanor ftiennr. nimvern, la.
Ksthryne Melior, Malvern, la.
Ituth Robertson, Manilla, la
Mlldi'ed Kobcrifcrn. M.inilla, la.
Marfarrt K Wltherow, Thurman, la
ttoitha McKvoy. K. F. U. 3, Box 2o, Mis
souri Valley, la.
Adlena Sorry, Monarch. W'yo. Box 82.
Fred Sorry, Monarch, Wyo.
John Barron, Monarch, Wyo.
Edith Amend. Sheridan, Wyo.
Pauline Sriulre. Grand, Okl.
Fred Shelley, 2S0 Troup street. Kansas
City, Kan.
Hem y L. Worklnger. care Sterling Remedy
company, Attica, Ind.
equlrrel the one would have entirely too
much of a task on his shoulders, while the
Idle one would become a drone on his kind
and would eventually become a helpless,
worthless squirrel. So, In squlrreldom each
must work for himself after he has reached
a ctrtstn ai;e and size.
And so, after Pink-Eye became an orphan-,
ahe fell into the regular squirrel routine
of work and play. These two occupatlona
were admirably mixed, for the squirrels
could run and scamper about even while
they hunted for food. And each day Plnk
Eye managed to put Just so many nuts
Into her house, providing for those rainy
I'avB 'vhen she could not go to the ground
to look for a dinner or supper. And also
Bha would Boon begin to lay up her wln
Ura store and then she would have to
work longer hours than she did at present.
One lovely morning about 10 o'clock,
while Pink-eye was out looking for nuts,
she fell into a cruel trap. It had been set
by some very bad boys who wanted to
catch squirrels to sell to the town peoplo
for pets. Poor Pink-eye's soft little paw
was caught In the trap and the spring
which held It hurt her so terribly. When
ever she tried to pull her paw from It
the flesh was torn and Pink-eye was
TKJ9 GATB DOWN THE ROaD."
JL. MftM
RULES FOR YOUNG WRITERS
1. Writ plainly oa tu aid of the
paper ealy and nuubtr the pages.
B. Use pan and lax, not peaoll
S. Short and polated artlole will
be fiTan preference. So mot use arer
860 woras.
4. Original atorlaa or letter ealy
wlU need.
5. Writ yoor name, age and ad
dress a tne top of the first paga.
Tlxet aad second prises of books
will be siren for ill beat two oon
trlcntloaa to this pairs each week.
Address all oomtnncicatloas to
CSUOBEH'B DWA.tLTH.SMT,
Omaha Baa.
(First Prize.)
Mrs. Graham's Christmas
Present
By Louise Ptlles, A cert 11 Years, Lyons,
Neb. Blue Side.
It was the last meeting before Christmas
of the girls' "G. T. club," the whole of
which was the "Good Times club." The
club was composed of girls from 11 to 15
years of age, and It certainly lived up to
its name. At this particular meeting, how
ever, the girls were all very busy making
Christmas presents. At last Ruth McLanc,
the president, finished her work, and look
ing up, said: "Girls, do you know old Mrs.
Graham, who does our washing? I think
It would be very nice If we took her a
basket of food and clothing for a Christ
mas present. She Is trying to support her
crippled nephew and they are very poor. '
The girls all voted this a good plan and
agreed that they would all furnish some
food or clothing of some sort either for
Mrs. Graham or her 8-year-old nephew.
On the evening of December 24 you might
have seen nineteen girls hurrying to the
McLune home, where they were to meet.
Soon after you would see a large crowd
of girls going rapidly toward a small but
neat home about six blocks away, two of
them carrying a clothes basket between
them. Arriving at their destination, they
hid themselves in places where they could
see, but not be seen, while one placed the
basket on the doorstep, and knocking
loudly, ran around the house. Mrs. Gra
ham came to the door, and seeing the
basket, she did not Instantly comprehend
the situation. She looked around for some
one, but seeing a note pinned to the bas
ket, she read it and saw why no one had
remained at the door. The note read:
"Dear Mrs. Graham We wish to give you
this for a Christmas present, and hope you
will like It. Twenty Friends." For a full
minute the poor old woman was so aston
ished that she did not know what to do.
Then she called loudly: "Twenty friends,
I thank you kindly for this present. You
do not know how badly it was needed."
That night twenty girls crept Into bed
very happy because of the happiness they
had given old Mrs. Graham. After that
many such baskets were left at Mrs. Gra
ham's door, which had two important re
sults: First, Mrs. Graham and her nephew
had a much easier time; second, the girls
found out that the way to gain happiness
for themselves was to give it to others.
(Second Prize.)
The Story of Little Shefei, the
Syrian
By Frances Johnson, Aged 13 Years, 933
North Twenty-fifth Avenue. Omaha.
Blue Side.
I had Just finished reading a delightful
story, which was laid out among the hills
obliged to sit down beside the trap and
await the sad fate In store for her.
After she had been In the trap for about
an hour along came the cruel boys who
had hfen responsible for poor Pink-eye's
sad dilemma. They almost frightened little
Pink-eye to death when they grabbed nold
of her to free her of the trap's spring.
"Ain't she a beaut?" asked one great,
lumbering fellow, whose heart must have
been as hard as stone, for, although he
saw how frightened and hurt Plnk-eyi
was, lie felt no pity for her. "We'll sell
this one for a dollar at least. Then wo
can buy some cigarettes."
"Sure, we'll sell "er for a dollar," o
Qiileaced the second boy. Then they had
poor, quivering little Pink-eye out of the
trap and Into a small box, where light and
air were admitted through a few small
holes In the lid.
Then Pink-eye was carried a long way
from her happy woods and companions.
She was not only frtghtened and unhappy,
but was suffering from the hurt to her
paw caused by the steel spring of the
trap.
After some time Pink-eye realized a
change. The box she was In was set down
on the ground and several pairs of eyes
glared at her through the holes. They
were the eyes of other human beings, some
older than the boys who had caught her
and some younger than they. But to poor
Pink-eye they were all the same stze and
age. She feared them all alike, each be
ing her enemy, for each seemed glad cf
her being In captivity.
"Well, put the little thing Into that old
bird cage," spoke a voice a woman's
voice. It was the mother of the boys wni
hd captured Pink-eye who spohe. Phe'll
have more light and air in that and we
can see her better. Besides, you can take
her to town In the bird cage very nicely."
And pretty soon Pink-eye found out what
the bird cage was like, and she suffered
the change from the box into It. for In the
box she was more secure frrfm curious
eyes and long, punching flngera. But once
In the cage she was the center of attrac
tion for half a dozen youngsters, mala and
female, and of various ages and sizes.
But among these children one seemed to
feel some pity for Plnk-Bya when that
poor creature tried so vainly to erape
from the case. "Isn't she a dear little
thing?" asked the child. , questioning an
older sister. "Oh. I don't care for ani
mals," replied the older sister. 'They're
only good for selling or eating. I'd I ke
that squirrel fried nice and brown."
"Well, you'll rot get to eat "er." de
clared one of lbs big captors. "That squir
and valleys of Svrla. It contained a cer
tain character which I much admired
Fiibosa, a little brown-eyed. raven
linireil. punklssed Syrian loss. As 1 s-.u
and piimleriil over the story. I suddenly
became very desirous of some day meet
ing a little Syrian maid, like the one 1
Just mentioned.
One evening, shortly afterward, good
Dame Fortune, aware of this, led my per
sonage to a shady elm stove, wh'.n all at
once I met a little dark-eyed girl about 10
years old. She iiazed so Inquisitively at
me that I stopped her, and presently we
two were unconsciously led Into a very
interesting conversation. And almost be
fore 1 knew It, shf was telling me the
while story of her sad life, and I here tell
It to the Pusy Uees as she told It to me
(only using a little better English):
"My name Is Shefei (She-fee-u), and 1
came from Syria a year ago. We came
not here of choice, but the horrid old
sultan (pronounced In Syria "sool-ton")
threatened to take all the inhabitants'
money.
"Father resolved to go up to Constanti
nople Immediately to the obstinate ruler
and ask permission to go o America. Hut
Alas! The sultan's reply was: 'No! If
you're not satisfied with this, perhaps Im
prisonment would please you more!'
"But at 1 a. m. one moonless, starless
night father boarded the 'Constantlne,'
and Beveral days later landed on the glori
ous 'Land of the Free.'
"Some malicious Persian women, finding
out about father's escape, became Indig
nant and sought revenge. They appeared
very treacherous, veiled In their long,
black, loose-fitting garments, while from
the middle of their faces were suspended
black sacks, decked out In bright coins.
Brother Myrus chanced to be out playing,
and the enraged women seized him and
dragged him to some underbrush, where
they tattooed his whole face with a most
hideous design, while across the forehead
they tattooed 'Prisoner.'
"Now, you must know that tattooing Is
a most painful thing, for the akin Is raised
up by means of tiny needles, and then
the poisonous coloring Is applied. Tattoo
ing remains on the skin a lifetime, and
thus Myrus must bear this savage emblem
forever.
"The terrible women then forced me to
come also, and I, too, went through this
horrible performance.
"Mother became Indignant at the Per
sians, and one month afterward she fled
with her brood of five Ill-clad children one
night, and when the ship had sailed five
miles into sea, we received the thrilling
message that some of the sultan's soldiers
were approaching the ship as It lay In
anchor, and had they reached the ship In
time, all who boarded would have Been
captured and thrown Into prison; but, be
cause the Jolly old captain's watch
chanced to be five minutes fast, the sul
tan's and all his men's plans were luckily
thwarted.
"Imagine our Joy when we once more
hailed land, not a land of distress or exile,
but the land o'er which Old Glory shall
float as long aa the sun watches by day
and the moon and stars by night."
(Honorable Mention.)
The Sky Dweller's Fourth
By Frances Byrne. Aged 12 Years. Blue
Side.
We are not the only ones who celebrate
rel will fetch a dollar. I'll bet my boots."
Then the crowd about the cage dispersed,
leaving only the little girl who had ex
pressed admiration for Plnk-Eye, and who,
Inwardly, felt pity for her. "What a shame
she's been tooked a prisoner," she whis
pered to herself. "What a pity she can't
get out of the cage and run home. She'd
find her way, I'm sure. I've heard that
animals always know their way back to
the place they're taken from. But maybe
m-ibe I could " Hut the little girl
glanced about her, fearing some of her
older sisters or brothers had heard her
talking to herself. Then, seeing that she
was quite alone, she picked up the cage
and carried It out to the front yard. Later
she told her brothers that she had put the
cage where the squirrel might have more
air and less noise from the kitchen, dairy
and stables. Her brothel made no objec
tion, saying "Leave the cage out there to
night. Tomorrow we ll take the squirrel
to town and kell her."
About 6 o'clock, when all the members
of the family were busy In the kitchen,
dairy, stable and cow lot, the little girl,
who was still too young to have any regu
lar work assigned her, crept around to the
front yard to the squirrel's cage. She felt
secure in the front yard, for the w indow a
and doors at the front of the house were
tightly closed over "spare" room and par
lor, and no one wqjuld be entering tiiut part
of the house during the evening, or at any
time unless company was present.
Picking up the cage the little girl ran
out of the gate, down the road toward the
wooded river, which was about a mile dis
tant. After having gone some distance
perhaps a quarter of a mile the little glri
paused, glanced uneasily about her and
deliberately opened the door of the cage,
allowing Plnk-Eye to make her escape.
And the way the dear little squlirel did
run off through the grass that grew along
the luuilsi.ie was a sight to behold. Lib
erty sweet liberty was hers once more.
Ai.d ahe ran on and on, stopping now and
again to rest, and most happy she was to
climb Into her own tree once again and to
sleep off the terror of that awful experi
ence ahe had suffered that day.
And the little girl returned to the front
yard, .placed the cage on the front porch
with door open and went Into the house
for her supper.
And when, the next day, the squirrel's
escape was discovered, not a word did the
sympathetic, kind-hearted little maid say
about the part she had taken in liberating
the poor captive, for she knew that she
was In the right and the others la t
wrwii'. Tbervfviie ih ktpt s.ltcU
the Fourth of July. The people of the sky
celebrate also.
"What an idea," someone says, but it Is
tru".
After the Fourth Is over the air Is
heavy with smoke and so stirred up that
It storms, we say. but It is only the peo
ple of the sky celebrating. Thunder and
lightning are cannon and skyrockets being
shot off from Mars, a planet supposed to
be Inhabited.
W hen you hear a rolling peal of thunder
you may think of It as the report of
gunpowder that some mischievous lad
has put in the track of the sun chariot.
The very bright flashes of lightning you
may Imagine as some especially glorious
skyrocket or roman candle.
Of course, this is all Imagination, but
Isn't It pleasant to .think that the people
of Mars sympathize with us in the cele
bration of the glorious Fourth, on which
day hundreds of years ago our fore
fathers fought for the Independence of
our country?
Many fell on the battlefield of that war,
but not one shit ked to do his portion to
help free this country from England's rule
and to set his children and grandchildren
f i ee.
How Edith's Doll Went to
Heaven
By Esther Newman, Aged 9 Years, 2601
St. Mary's Avenue, Omaha. Iteil Side.
It was the Fourth of July and Edith's
dolly was dead. She had died from small
pox the day before. They hud dug a grave
and had a funeral and Edith did not shoot
fire crackers, but Instead mourned for her
doll. She always thought she must
mourn for her doll. Suddenly a bright
Idea struck her. Getting her little shovel
she dug her doll up. "Oh! Harry," she
cried, running to her brother. "Here, here,"
Fald Harry "don't get so excited." Then
Edith told brother Harry to let her have
one of his air balloons, so he gave It to
her and then Edith tied both her doll
arms to It and then in fifteen minutes it
was out of sight and this is the way
Edith believed her doll went to heaven.
The Travels of a Dog
By William Davis. Aged 9 Years, North
Platte, N'eb. Blue Side.
That night Charles and his friend went
stealing quietly up to the gypsy camp.
They saw Duke, their own dog tied to a
tree. About 10 p. m. the gypsies went
to bed. Then the boys went up to the
dog, untied him and got him to follow
them. They were half way to town when
the dog ran away. The two boys followed
him two miles In the country, when he
came to a ditch of water. He Jumped
across. Charles was going to Jump across
when we heard his voice called. There
was Duke lying in the yard. "I'm glad It
was only a dream," he said, "for I
wouldn't like to lose Duke."
Helen's Lesson.
By Jennie Friedman, Aged 11 Years, 2010
North Twentieth Street, Omaha. Red Side,
There were two girls named Helen and
Elsie. They were children of rich parents.
Hut Helen's nature was proud and
haughty and Elsie's nature was good and
kind. There was one poof little girl In
the neighborhood that Elsie loved, but
Helen hated her. One day Helen's mother
called her, but as she did not come she
did not call her any more.
It was a beautiful dress for Helen, but,
as she did not come. It was given to the
poor little girl.
Rich and Poor.
Venice Churchill, Aged 18 Years. Vlllisea,
la., Red Side.
Mrs. Greenly, a widow, was walking
through the park with her four children,
when she met Mr. and Mrs. Moore with
their daughter. She stepped to one side
to let them pass and spoke In a friendly
way, saying, "Good evening. Quite a
change In the weather, Isn't It?" Nobody
answered, although they did hear her, but
when she had gotten by, Martha Moore,
a girl of 21 yearakvtwentyutto uwrn wm
and glad you didn't Bpeak to her. She
thinks because she used to b,e wealthy
before her husband died that she can still
be considered In good company with us
rich folks and speak to us when she
pleases, but she's mistaken."
Mr. Moore spoke up In reply, saying,
"You're right, Martha, but you must not
talk so loud or people will hear you. You
know Ralph isn't our son and Mrs.'
Greenly lost a child ten years ago and he
was never found. Ralph told us his name
was Ralph, but he was too small to know
his last name. He is rich and we are
poor. We have used up all his money by
having us a fine house built. It 'all be
longs to him. When he came to us he
had earned ten thousand dollars. He had
nine thousand dollars of which his father
gave him, and he earned the other thou
sand." They were drawing near the bouse so
the coversation was stopped.
The next week it was proven that Ralph
belonged to Mrs. Greenly.
In an hour later, if you were near by,
you would have heard Mr. Moore begging
to take care of Mrs. Greenly and her
children for the rest of their lives on
Ralph's money, but Mrs. Greenly said:
"I used to be poor. Then you wouldn't
speak to me and sniffed your nose up at
me, but now I'm rich and you won't take
care of my children and I on my son's
money. No, I should say I won't let you
do it, but if you will please remove from
your house I will take It and your property
for part of what you owe my son, and I
wish you to pay the rest as quickly as
possible."
A Squirrel's Gratitude
By Edna Rnbrs, At-'ed 12 Years. 2112 Locuat
Street, Omaha. Red Side.
Ben was going to the country right near
where he had caught Frisky. Mamma had
said be must take Frisky with him. When
he got there grandpa was waiting, so In
they clambered and drove away. When
they got there Ben went to the grove with
Frisky and a book. He set Frisky free
and started to read. Pretty soon thump
came something on ilia head. Ben looked
up and trlere sat Frisky and another squir
rel showering nuts, apples and different
fruits, so giad were they that Frisky was
free. Ben picked up the nuts and fruit
and started home. Well, he said to him
stlf: "What do you know about that? My,
I'm glad 1 let Frisky go!"
Her Fourth of July.
By Myrtlce Doughty. Aged 11 Years, Nor
folk, Neb. Blue Side.
Edith was very happy whtn she wok
up the morning of the Fourth, as she was
going io her grandmother's for a picnic.
It waa a very beautiful place with many
fruit trees on It. They took along lots of
fireworks for the evening. She had a very
rice time, for there were swings, ham
mocks and many other things to afford
her pltasure. Si.e thought it lots nicer
than to be In tonn In all the nolae and
tvi.fuiiwu. They haJ a real picnic Ulunof
on the grass and In the evening shot off
their fireworks, which looked very nice.
She was very tired that night when she
got home and slept very soundly all night,
but she had many burns and bruises from
the firecrackers she shot off.
His Kindness.
By Jeanette Mcltrlde. Aged 12 Years, Elgin,
Neb. Blue Side.
Herbert was a rich boy and his best
chum was a poor boy, whose name was
Paul.
One day as they were going to school
Herbert said: "In a week school will be
out and then we will go across the ocean
to Holland and probably to Italy."
"Oh, dear! I will be so lonesome when
you are gone; none of the other boys think
I am nice enough to play with. How long
are you going to stay?" asked Paul.
"1 Won't know exactly, but I think about
a couple of months," said Herbert.
No more was said about It that day, but
two days afterwards Herbert said:
"Mamma, I have been thinking of some
thing for a long time and now 1 want to
tell you."
"Well, my dear, what Is It?" asked his
mother.
"Now, mother, I have been thinking cf
how nice It would be if Paul could take a
trip."
"That would be nice," said his mother.
"And I want to ask If you wouldn't take
him along on this trip Instead of me."
"Why, Herbert!" said his mother, "we
could not think of taking a trip and leav
ing you here!"
Herbert's father, who was sitting there
reading, heard the last part of the con
versation and said:
"I think you have thought of the right
thing, my boy, and now I think I will
take you both along, with Paul's father's
consent."
The next day Herbert's father went over
to ask if Paul could go, and with some
coaxing they consented.
On their Journey they saw many won
derful things and they always remembered
that time.
Mischievous Dolly.
By Charlotte Larre, Aged 12 Years. 1118
North Twenty-fifth, Omaha. Red Side.
Dolly was a very mischievous little girl
and often played tricks on her mother.
Dolly disliked school and tried to get out
of going every time she could.
One morning she woke up with a little
pain In her head, and she went and told
her mother that she didn't think she could
go to school that morning, because she had
a headache. So her mother fixed her some
headache medicine and said she needn't
go to school that morning.
Bo Dolly went into the other room to play
with her pet kitten. She had been playing
with him for about an hour, when her
mother came Into the room to see how
she was, and found she was better.
Then her mother went Into her uncle's
room after something and- her eyes chanced
to rest upon the alarm olock, and to her
surprise saw It was only fifteen mlnutea
to 9 o'clock. So she went and told Dolly.
So Dolly had to go to school after all,
and just as she was on the steps she met
her favorite friend, Ethel, and they went
to school together.
In Slumberland
By Luclle Fellman, Aged 10 Years, 2410
South Tenth Street, Omaha. Blue Hide.
Mrs. Rogers and Mrs. Johnson lived to
gether and were close friends. Mrs. Rogers
had two children, Harold and Helen. Mrs.
Johnson had a little girl named Elizabeth.
Mrs. Rogers and Mrs. Johnson, wanting
to go away, called their children, who were
playing. The children were put to bed. but
Elizabeth began to cry. "What is the mat
ter?" said Mrs. Johnson. "I want my doll,"
said Elizabeth. "You might break It, so I
will put her here on the bed," Mrs. John
son said. Elizabeth was contented with the
plan and soon fell asleep. She bad not
been asleep long when, to her surprise, she
saw her doll fast disappearing and In Its
stead a fairy dressed beautifully in a pink
dress. ,
The fairy told Elizabeth that she was
going to take them on a Journey and said
that Harold and Helen could come. So,
waking the other children and telling them
not to be frightened, she lifted them Into
a boat standing near and sailed up to
Greenland. There they saw the polar bears.
Icebergs and mounds of snow. Leaving this
Island they sailed farther south to another
Island. They went Into a theater and saw
a large automobile, which was prettily
decked with flowers. The fairy and the
children went up to the stage and monkeys
Jumped out at them. The children were
frightened, so the fairy took them home.
They woke up In the morning and found
It was only a dream.
Babies.
By Mildred Churchill, Aged 10 Tears, Vll
lisea. Ia. Red Side.
Cousin Louise and Cousin Sadie were
both walking with their babies. Loulre's
baby fell asleep. Sadie said, "Don't let her
fall out of the buggle, because it will hurt
her."
Louise replied, "I won't. But if I should
let her fall If we ever get another baby
I will exchange with you."
"You don't need to," she said, "because
it might not be as cute aa ours."
. Lucinda
Jiy lona May Davis, Aged IS Years, Har
vard, Neb. Blue Side.
Luclnda's parents lived about a block
from a railroad track. In the country,
and one day when ahe was out gathering
flowers on the cliff she noticed someone
crawling along behind some dirt by the
track with a log and a heavy chain In
his hand. Could this man be going to
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Nursery Jingle
Trlt-toe, trot-teie, old horse Button,
Down the road does go a-trottln'j
On his hack Is little Jim,
Behind him Is little Tim.
Tiit-tee, trot-tew, old horse Button,
Down the road does go a-trottln.
cause the train to run off the traclt,
Lucinda wondered. Even as she stopped,
undecided w hut to do, he threw the lo
across the track and fastened It with the
chain, then slipped back In some bushes.
Just then Lucinda heard the train whistle.
She at once ran down the cliff and stood
on the track waving her red sunbonnet
wildly. The train whistled, slowed up and
stopped. All the people came out to know
the reason why the train stopped here,
and they took up a collection for this
brave girl and when It was counted there
was enough to send Lucinda to school the
next winter. Lucinda was very much
pleased, but more so when she learned that
her brother was on that train and that
she had probably saved his life.
Grajidmamma's Story
By Edna Levin e, Aged 12 Years, 2421 Cum
ing Street. Blue Side.
"Please tell us a story, grandmamma."
pleaded little Dorathy, and two chubby
arms were twined about grandmamma's
neck.
"Yes; pleas do," echoed Tom and Louise.
"All right, dears," responded grand
mamma, smiling, her snow-white cap
partly covering the silver locks which fell
In little ringlets on the sweet face beneath.
As soon as grandmamma gave her con
sent the nursery became wonderfully still
and three pair of sparkling eyes gased In
tently at her, the owner of each pair la
eager anticipation of the promised story,
"Once upon a time," began grandma
(she was a firm believer tn the old theory
that all children's tales should commence
In that manner) "there waa a little rosy
cheeked, flaxen-haired girl who lived on a
farm, with many fragrant fields and
meadows covered with snow-white daisies
and golden buttercups. The little girl's
only playmate was a little dog-Taok she
called him, and. Oh, what good times they
had together, romping on the cool grass
and picking the golden buttercups and mak
ing daisy chains from the snow-white dais
ies. One morning the little girl called her
playfellow and together they started out
for a walk. After a while she grew weary
of playing and, like Little Boy Blue, "Lay
'neath a haystack fast asleep.'
"For a while all went well, Jack amus
ing himself by chasing the butterflies dart
ing In and out among the flowers. Sud
denly a black form appeared In the air
above. It descended swiftly and the great
black eagle made straight for the sleep
ing child. Nearer and nearer It came, but
Just as It was about to pounce on Its prey
the little dog attacked the hug bird. The
eagle turned upon the dog and struck him
with Its great wings, but this did not hinder
the plucky little animal In his efforts to
save his little mistress. The eagle's pow
erful beak and strong talons hurt him cru
elly, but still he kept on. However, the
unequal battle was almost over, for Jack's
strength was almost gone when with a
final effort he threw himself on the eagle's
neck and bit with all his remaining;
strength. The eagle realsted feebly, for
Jack had a good hold on his opponent.
Soon the eagle ceased his struggles alto
gether and lay upon the ground dead.
"Jack's loud barking and the eagle's
shrill cries soon awoke the little girl and
when she saw her pet fighting a huge black
bird she added her screams to the hub
bub. "The noise attracted the attention of
some laborers In a neighboring field. They
hurried to the spot from whence It came,
but were too late to bo of much real use,
for Jack had already won his victory.
They carried the little girl to the house,
where she stammered out what she bad
seen, and her mother and sisters soon al
layed her fears.
"Jack was tenderly cared for until tha
cuts which he received were entirely healed,
and after that he was always much petted
by everyone, and to every viBltor who
stopped at the farm house the story of his
brave attempt to save his mistress was
told.
"After the first excitement had passed
away the men returned to the field where
the eagle lay and measured it. They found
it to be the largest ever seen In that part
of the country."
"Is It a true story?" exclaimed Dorathy,
when grandmamma had finished her nar
atlve. "Yes, Indeed." replied grandmamma, "and
the little girl was"
But Just then the tea bell rang and tha
identity of grandmamma's heroins has re
mained a mystery to this day.
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