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HE BUSY DlilJS must W Liore cartful auj rtad the rules bfforo
wiitin,; thiir stork's. Keviul cf ti.tj best stories sent lu this week
were written ou both Bidts of the paper and as the printers never
turn the rag' 3, but Huiily IjKc what Is written on one bide of tha
I'aper, we wujld only havj 1:lU of a btory.
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The Bu?y Bees will be Rlad to hear from two little Busy Bees who are
at present in Sweden anl who have written Interesting accounts of their
trip abroad, and as very few of the little readers have traveled so exten
sively they will be glad to hear about these foreign places.
Pome of our little writer soeni to be discouraged and most of the let
ters sent In recently have ber-n from the older writers. If the younger ones'
will stop to think, they will remember that the older Busy Bees have been
writing stories for several years and probably at first they did not receive
rtlzea. I'sually the bent writers are those who send In the most stories.
Some of the Busy Bees get splendid practice, by sending In a story each
week, and they are rewarded by receiving the most prl.c3.
Prizes were awarded this week to Eunice Bode, Queen Bee, of the Bltn
Side, and to Rcnn Mead. ex-Queen cf the Blue Side. Honorable mention
was given to Frunces Johnson on the Blue Side. Francs Johnson, who
was a prize winner last week, also suit in a splendid poem for tho younger
Busy Bees.
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The Fairy Ship
By Maud
URTON SMITH had Just got a
new rowboat, and to say that
he w as proud cf It would be ex
B
pressing It mildly. Burton was
a high school boy, and loved
his outdoor sports during tuo
aummer vacation. So he hud prevailed upon
his f-tther to buy the rowboat for him.
As the Smith family spent their summers
In the country on a farm, through whose
troitd acres flowed a deep and splendid
river, Burton had fine opportunity to prac
tice with the oars for hours every day.
And with him always went his little l-ya -old
brother Jack; and Jack wan often al
lowed to uae one pair of oara, thinking tt
was due to his strength that the boat sped
through the water so swiftly. And Burton,
humoring his young brother, let him con
tinue to think so.
One laxy afternoon Burton accompanied
Via mother and eldest sister to town, leav
ing the boat tied up at a little cove a
short distance from the house. "We'll have
our row on my return, B.ilger," he said
to Jack, who was disappointed when told
that Burton waa to spend the afternoon
from home. He knew there would be no
boating while Burton was absent, for often
when he had asked Burton to allow him to
handle the oars alone the big brother would
shake his head vigorously, fcaying: ' Nope,
Bulger; you're a fine oarsman, I'll admit,
but you're not yet big enough to take
White Wings on the river alone."
So Jack Ml und.'r a big spreading tree on
the lawn, dtxconsolate. He would lather
row White Wings down the river than eat
Ice cream soda, which la saying a gool
deal. And he knew that hla mother and
sister would keep Burton away all thi
afternoon, and on hla return at nlk-ht it
would be loo late to go rowing. "Gee, that's
Just my luck! al,l Jack, but just as Jack
bewailed his bad luck the gate leading to
the big road In front of the houae opened
and Into the yard came Billy and Daisy
Baker, neighbor children and playmates
of Jack'a. Billy was a year older than
Jack, and Daisy was a year younger.
'Hello, Billy and Daisy!" crld Jack,
running acmes the limn to meet hla visitors.
TO THEIR HORROR, TUS
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company, Attica. Ind.
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Walker.
"Gee, I'm glad you've come! Mamma, Burt
apd May have gone to town, leaving ma
and Iloale alone except for the ccok and
the gardener."
"Where's Rosle?" asked Daisy, removing
her big hat and tossing It on the lawn.
"Oh, she's making doll rags In her room,"
said Jack. "But 1 11 call her."
In response to Jack's call Roate came
running to welcome the little callers. She
waa a year younger than Daisy; was her
chum at school and her very beat friend n
the country.
"Say," said Billy, "we came over to get
a ride In Burt's boat. 8ay. Its a fine one.
Isn't It? Just skims the water like a bird."
"Yea, her rame's While Wlngj." In
formed Jack. "And she sure Is like a bird.
You've seen how I and Burt ran make her
fly, haven't you? We pass your house
going down the river."
"Yes, and I wondered If I might handle
a pair of the oars for a little while," said
Billy. "I'm dead craxy to U'arn to row."
"Sure," agreed Jack. "But we ll have to
wait till Burt Is her to go with ua, you
know."
"Why'" asked Billy. "You eem to han
dle the oars aj well as P.urton does."
This piece of flattery lifted Jack Into air,
fo to speak. He really did think he was as
food at the oars as his big brother, and
now his opinion was strengthened by his
chum's assurance. In fact, when speaking
of his and Burton's row-In expeditions on
the river he always violated a rule of
grammar by mentioning himself first. "I
and Burton roweW five miles." he would
say. And "I and Burton are getting mus
cles that would muke a prixe fighter
Jealous."
"Well, If you aren't Hfrald to go with
Juet me at the oars." said Jack, "we'll
take a glldo dow n the river for a piece "
"Oli. may wo g.., too?" asked Daisy and
Roele in a breath.
"Sure. If you can si' still in the boat and
not tip It over." said Jack. Or course, the
little girls declared they wouldn't so much
BOAT WAS) QO.NE. THEY COVLD SEJi iT
Only Some Meadow Flowers
Ey Trances Johnson. Aged 13 Tears, 933 Worth Twenty
fifth Avenue umaha, Matt.. Blue Bide.
(For Tiny Busy le.)
I.
DAISY.
The sweet-eyed, patient, familiar Daisy,
Bwaylns gently tn the bieeze.
Drowsily btiziiiR, the bumble bee laz;-,
Hums, "Some honey, II you please!"
II.
THIMBLE FLOWER.
And the bashful, delicate Thimble Flower,
Secluded, hidden among bolder grass.
Is dainty enouRli to dwell in any garden bower,
Hut, liibttod, U seldom seen by either lad or lass.
III.
BL'TTEKCUP.
Then the golden Buttercup,
Brilliant as the setting sun,
Glances down, and then timidly up.
As If to praise the great All-One.
IV.
CLOVER.
Pretty, dainty, purple Clover,
In the ineadow you, too, prow.
Searching all the sweet mead over.
You're the prettiest of all I know.
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CHIZiDKEXTS DIPAS.THXMT,
Omaha Bee.
(First Prize.)
The Little Old Woman
By Eunice BodP, Aged 12 Years, Queen Bee,
Falls City, Neb., Dock Box 223. Blua Side.
"Mabel." said Mrs. Miller, "what are
you doing?"
"I'm reading, mamma," Mabel replied.
In fact, she had been reading all the
afternoon, for she had an Interesting book
of fairy tales from the library. Presently
her mother came out to the hammock
where she was sitting.
"Mabel," she said, holding out a small
brown book, "here Is a little book that I
wish you would read. It is written by a
man who has traveled all over the world
and his book is about the different coun
tries and their people that he visited."
"Oh, mamma." cried Mabel, "It's just
like school. I don't like that kind of
stories. I like to read these fairy tales
'cause they are so nice and Interesting,
too!"
"I know, dear," her mother said, "but
fairy tales do not teach you anything
useful; of cou.'se. a few do no harm, but
you road them all the time and they spoil
your mind for lessons." And the gave Ma
bel the little brown book and took the
as speak above a whisper and wouldn't
move a muscle if allowed to go for a rids
in White Wings. So off the four young
sters set, going to the Utile cove where the
boat waa moored. Daisy and Rosle were
put In the boat before It was untied; then,
while Jack held the rope, Billy took hla
place on one of the rowers' seats, steady
ing the boat with the oars while Jack sot
In. Jack got pretty wet In doing so, for tha
boat began to leave the shore (he moment
It was untied.
"Ah. now we're all right." said Jack,
taking up one pair of oars. Then he fell to
making long sweeps with them, getting the
boat Into the middle of tha stream. He
also instructed Billy in the use of the other
cars, and together tha two took the boat
along pretty lively, or they Imagined that
they did. But the fact Is, the current of
the river carried them along, and all they
had to do was to dabble with the oars, oc
casionally to guide it aright to keep from
some snai of driftwood which was in the
middle of the river.
After some time they went round a curve
in the river and the boat ran ashore on a
sandbar, which waa In the very center of
the stream. Always In towing in that
DRIFT IN 0 DOWN STREAM.
gayly decorated volume of fairy tales into
the house.
"You horrid, horrid thing," said Mabel
to the book.
"Eh! What's that?" said a voice and
out of the bonk stepped a little old woman
with a brown cloak around her and a
brown hat on her head and a little brown
face where a pair of black eyes twinkled
merrily. "You should not nay that." she
said. "I would like to tell you some
thing." ,
Mabel waa too astonished to speak, so
she merely nodded her head. The little old
woman opened the little brown book.
"Here is a- map of England," she said,
"and here on the Thames river is London.
Now I shall tell you all about England,
Its cities, rivers and people," and she
told Mabel a etory that made her forget
her beloved fairy tales. Then she told
her of France, Italy and Germany and
also of Sw-itserland, with its Alps and
snow, until Mabel's head whirled with
the different scenes put before hir.
"Does the book tell all about that?" she
asked timidly.
"It certainly does,"' said the little old
woman. Will you read it?"
"Yes, I will," said Mabel.
"All rlKht," said the little old woman,
"you will never regret It," and she van
ished. Mabel read the book and It proved very
Interesting and If you do not believe It
was, why try It and see.
(Second Prlxe.)
It Pays to Be Kind
By Rena N. Mead, Aged 13 Years, Blair,
Neb. Ex-Queen. Blue Side.
"Here comes the Salvation army wag-on,
mamma," cried little Jennie, as she stood
looking out of the window. Presently a
knock was heard at the door and a voice
said, "I have come for the clothes you
phoned me about, Mrs. Jones."
"I shall be ready In just a minute. I
want to go with you and sea If I can help
part of tha river Burton had gone around
the bar, but, in spite of his efforts, Jack
could not manage the boat, for the cur
rent, dividing as It did at this point, took
the small craft In an opposite direction
to the one Jack was trying to row It. And.'
to add to the difficulty, Billy was rowing
as hard as he could, but rowing tha wrong
way.
"Oh, isn't It lovely to land on an Island"
cried Daisy. "Yes," declared Rosle. "Let's
go ashore and find some Indian graves or
hidden treasure."
Jack, not wishing It to be known that he
did not land the boat there purposejy, said:
"Sure, we'll go ashore. The boat is safe.
Half of It la on dry land. Weil Just drop
the oars Into the bottom and get out."
Soon the four little folk were wandering
about the sandbar, which was fully a
quarter of a mile In length. No thought
of accident to White WIiirs entered their
minds. When they had tired of walking
about they returned to the spot where they
had left their boat. To their horror the
boat was gone. They could see It drifting
down stream, carried on and on by a huge
bunch of driftwood. Evidently this same
floating mass of driftwood had struck
against the boat while passing it and had
dragged It from the edge of the sandbar
To say that Jack was almost frantic
would only be telling the truth. He had
brought out Burt's boat had caused it to
be lost. He had brought out his sister and
friends and through his foolhardinesa had
them marooned on an Inland which was
not In sltjht of any habitation. Their com
bined volets would not tarry to either the
Baker's farm, half a mile distant up the
river, or to the thack of an old boatumn
half a mile down the river. What should
they do? The dilemma was aerluua, and
Daisy and Rusle began to cry auj to wish
they had not left their humia.
"Say," euij Hosie, drying her eyeb and
looking up Into the while, ten ml faces of
her companions, "say, why shouldn't we
all $k the fairh-s to come and louk after
us? You know the air Is full of Invisible
fairies, and all one has to do is to beg one
of them to lend help in time of trouble. I
have a booi: full of fairy stciia, and the
fairies always come in times like tins."
"Vt-a, lat a tig that," aaid Dalay, also dry
otherwise where the clothes are taken."
"We will drive around to some poor folks
1 know of. They have not had anything
fur a long time," replied the girl.
Mrs. Jones was a very rich woman with
four children. Her first two children were
twins, named Janet and Mary. When they
were about 4 years old Janet strayed away
and was never found. Her other two chil
dren were named Robbie and Jennie.
When they reached the place a little girl
about 8 years old came running out to ask
If she was to get something. The girl
handed her the bundle and was about to
drive away, when Mrs. Jones gave a cry
and Jumped out over the wheel. "My child.
what is your name, and where are your
folks?" she asked.
"I live here." she answered. "I came
nere four years ago. My first name tJ
Janet, but I do not remember my last name.
The people here took me in. I guess I
must have been lo.t."
Just then her foster mother came out to
see what was the matter. Mrs. Jones told
her she believed it was her own child who
strayed away. "She looks Just like her twin
sister, Mary, and I wish I might have her."
"You may If you want her, because we
have two of our own now." So Janet was
taken heme and Mrs. Jones long-lost baby
was found through being kind to the poor.
(Honorable Mention.)
Lynetta's Adventures and Con
versation with Father Time
By Frances Johnson, Ase 13 Years. 9"1
North Twenty-fifth Avenue, Omaha. Blue
Side.
I.ynetta was sitting on a bench under
the shade of an old, bratichlns, widesprcad
lnr elm. All she could say seemed to he,
"My, but If tills old histc.ry chapter. 'Prog
ress between 1700 and 1X00," isn't dull noth
Iiir Is!"
Suddenly an old man, of bent stature,
became visible to her eyes. On his shoulder 1
he carried an enormous scythe, on which
was written, "The severing knife of Father
Time," for this was that unwelcome man
who said "Every, man would live long-, but
no man woulr' be old."
In a stern but yet kindly manner he
spoke thtis to Dynetta, "I have come to
take you on a great long Journey. Get In
my chprlot now, hut hold fast to my grey
and frosty hair. We are going at a terrific
speed, so remember." After they had
ridden two hours Father Time raid, "At
last we are at our destination, the 'land
of a century ahead of time.' Here you
shall be Ehown how It will look a hundred
years from now, In the brown earth from
whence you have Just arrived. We will
first make a short visit at Cloud City."
And Father Time kept his promise, for
they Immediately hired an airship and
ascended Into the city which I Just men
tioned. Here they beheld a palace whera
thousands of dainty fairies were most In
dustrie. sly engaged In making snow-flakes.
Paid Father Time, "Of course, you'll be
surprised to find out that the north pola
has been discovered and that a man by
the name Peary claims the honor of dis
covering It. Tourists claim that It is a
beautiful place, but In what a strange way
It was discovered. Peary was In an air
ship and he simply sailed on and on and on
until at last the ship simply went down
through the clouds to the ground, and was
Immediately surrounded by scores and
hordes of awestruck inhabitants. Of course
Peary triumphantly claimed all the land
for the United States, and that government,
in his honor, named the land 'Pearyland.'
"Then Thomas Edison, another of the
world's greatest men, has invented wireless
telegraphy, so that we all have rapid com
munication with the people of Mars. If I
have time you and I shall pay a visit to
tho sovereign of Mars. Then, too"
But Lynetta suddenly Interrupted Father
Time's Interesting conversation by saying,
"Could I also see Omaha a century from
now?"
"Why most cer " was all that Father
Time could say, for Just then, to Lynetta's
dismay and astonishment, she woke up and
found herself rolling off of the bench, with
her book still opened to that formerly
monotonous but now Interesting chapter In
history.
A New Sister.
By Mary Mcintosh, A (red 10 Years Sidney,
Neb. Blue.
Eleanor was playing In the nursery with
her many toys when suddenly the door
opened and the nurse entered. She carried
In her arms a bundle. "Oh, what is it.
ing her eyes and becoming Interested In
her little friend's plan of calling- upon
some good fairy for succor. But both boys
only sneered at the. Idea of fairies.
"Why, how silly you are, you kids," de
clared Jack. "Only a boat, with a pair of
oars and strong arms to wield them, can
take us away from here. And there may
not be a boat down tha river all tha after
noon. We may be In for sleeping here
tonight, and the worst part of It Is the
anxiety of our fos when wa don't turn
up at the rlfcht time."
"Come with me," whispered Kosle to
Daisy. The two little girls walked off
down tha Island of sand till they came to
a place where the driftwood had been
piled hi?h by recent turbulent waters. Be
hind this driftwood the little girls went,
hiding from the sight of their brothers.
Then on their knees they dropped and
prayed that a fairy might come to them.
After they had finished their plea they
arose, feeling happier, and rejoined tha
boys. "Oh, we'll get away from here all
safe and sound," said Daisy, speaking to
her brother. "Just have patience."
"Yes, wail have to have patience, and
plenty of It," smiled Billy grimly. "That's
about all we can have here, as food and
beds don't grow In sand."
But Just at that moment a small boat
was seen darting round the curve at the
lower point of the sand bar coming up
Mream. And what was that behind It?
Surely, It was another boat tied to the one
In front. "There," raid Daisy, pointing
toward the coming boat. "Yea, there Is our
fairy ship." cried Itosle, her eyes alight
with excitement and Joy. "Ah, I knew
we'd get a fairy. And. what It better
still, the dear fairy is bringing a boat to
row us away In."
'Tpon my word," cried Jack, ''that's
While Wings tied behind that boat. And
as sure as I am standing here the front
bout U old Marks.' the river boatman,
lie's rescued Hurt's boat, thank goodness.
And now he'll rescue us." Then, turning
to the girls, he asked: "Say, kids, what
about your fairy, eh? Old Marks doesn't
look much like one. Ha, ha, ha."
"Well, you may laugh all you want to,"
said Daisy, "but if Rosle and I hadn't
gone down yonder and prayed ves, pravw)
fur as.lHt.iii e we'd have stayed here all
i.iuht. It amy but be a fairy but it's
lIiV, .
burst?" cried Eleanor, springing to her
feet. The nurse did not answer, but going
over to the window she sat down on tho
low chair beside It. "Come and see your
new sister," ahe said. Eleanor peeped at
tha dainty little creature. She could not
say a word; she was far too happy. "May
I go and see mamma," Eleanor said after
a few moments of silent delight. "No,
dear," the nurse replied, "she Is sleeping
so sweetly now that I do not want her
disturbed." Then the nurse took the little
sister away and Eleanor went back to her
play, thinking very often how good God
was to give her this darling little sister.
Lucky Roses.
By Charlotte Larrt, Aged 12 Years. 141
North Twenty-fifth Street, Omaha. Ked
6idj
"Hosts are lucky, I guess I'll try here,"
said Jessie King to herself, stopping before
a small neat cottage. "I'm sure a kind
lady lives here, or the roses would not
grow so thick and pretty over her door.
How lovely they are. I wish I had some.
Now If I could only reach the knocker
and tell her how poor we are. perhaps she
will buy something of me, and maybe give
me some roses for mamma. Wouldn't that
make our dingy room look bright?" And
Jcaslu fell to thinking, and she thought of
the dark room and bare floor and a very
few pieces of broken furniture, and, worst
of all, a little sick brother, with a mother
by his side mending- an old patched gar
ment. Jessie was thinking of her own
home and It aroused her. In her basket
were pins, needles, buttons, tape, thread
and other articles to bo sold. Again she
said, and with a sob: "If I could only
reach tha knocker, but It Is so high up.
What shall I do?"
She had been out all morning and hadn't
sold a penny's worth. She couldn't go
home wltn her basket Just as full, know
ing there waa no food In the houso. She
leaned her head against tha door and
sobbed aloud.
"Oh, how I wish there were real fairies
in this world, so one would lift the knocker
for me!"
No one lifted, but the door waa opened
gently, as if it knew there was a sorrow
ful little girl leaning against It and might
fall in the room on her face if It opened
quickly. On the side of the house hidden
by the roses was a window at which sat
Mrs. LoveJoy, and seeing Jessie there she
went and opened the door. How softly the
door was opened, and how tenderly Jessie
was taken in beneath the garland of roaes,
and how earnestly Mrs. LoveJoy listened to
her story. What lucky roses those were
for Jessie. Her mother and baby brother
were brought from that dingy little room
into a nice sunshiny one, and no wonder
the roses bloomed so heavy and thickly
over that door and were so fragrant. Hoses
are a symbol of loving deeds.
Lucy's Dream.
By Claire Logsdon, Aged 8 Years, 2iSl
Ames Avenue, Omnba, Neb. Blue Side.
Lucy was a bad rirl all morning- and
now tired out with her mischief and was
asleep In a chair.
Suddenly a voice said to her, "You fol
low me." "Why, the very Idea," said
Lucy to hirself. But out of curiosity she
obeyed.
Sha found herself turned Into a very
small person, no bifger than the elf sha
was following.
Finally they came to a little door and
went In. "Oh, you have her," said the king
of elves, "well now give her a lesson that
will teach her to be kind." And at this
about fifty elves started to pull her hair
and pinch her. Lucy tried to gt away
and cried out, but she was as helpless as a
baby. Oh, how they hurl her, but tha
worst was yet to ccme. Th-y threw her
in a hammock and cwung her so high,
just like she did to hei little ulster this
morning, but oh she fell out. "Oh I will
never be unkind to my sister again," she
sobbed at last finding her voice.
"Lucy, Lucy supper Id ready." Lucy
jumped up. It was her mamma calling her.
"Oh mamma," sha cried, "I am never
eoing to be unkind to sister again," and
then she told her dream. "Well I hope It
teaches you a lesson, but coma supper will
be cold," said mamma. Lucy waa kind
to her sister after that.
A Trip From Omaha to Sweden
By Segrid Sandwall, Aged 11 Years, Bar
narpsk'atan No., 42, Jonkoping, Sweden.
Red Side.
Early Sunday morning. May 9, we started
on our trip for Sweden. It was quite cold
and tha automobile ride down to the sta
tion waa quite a brisk one. Wa left the
Union depot at 7:26 a. m. and arrived at
Chicago in the evening. During our stay
there we visited Lincoln park and a good
many other places of interest. Tuesday
afternoon wa left for Buffalo, N. Y., arriv
ing there at 7:30 in tha morning. We went
to a nice large hotel and at 11 o'clock we
took the trolley car for the Nlagata Fails.
Oh, what a beautiful sight. The volume of
water which flows between tha banks of
the Niagara is so great that every minute
more than 600,000 tons of water flow over
the falls, and the force with which this
water descends Is estimated to be greater
than that of all the steam engines of Amer
ica. We were very tired that evening and
arose early tha next morning In order to
take the train for New York City. We
stayed In that great city almost a week
and while there visited Coney Island and
rode over Brooklyn bridge, which you all
have heard of. It Is over a mils long and
It took over thirteen years before It was
completed. On Wednesday morning, May
13, we called a cab to take us down to our
steamer, tha Lusltanla, which was to take
us across tha Atlantic ocean. The Lusltanla
is tho largest boat that crosses the ocean.
I wish I could tell you of ail the comfort
and luxury of tha large ocean liners. It is
Interesting to watch the passengers going
on board. And as wa leave the harbor wa
wave our handkerchiefs as a farewell to
our dear United Stales. From the boat we
could see the beautiful buildings of New
York, tha tallest being the ureal structure
of the Metropolitan Life Insurance com
pany, which Is about 660 fact In height. I
do not believe I would like to live on the
top story, would you? Our ocean voyage
was not as pleatant as It might have been,
because e were all more or less sick, but
we arrived safely In Liverpool, England,
Tuesday, May 25. The head agent was
there to meet us and took us to the hotel
wheie we stayed over niht. Our Intention
was to go to London and see that wonder
ful city of England, but the sudden Illness,
and, later on, death of my dear grandpa
prevented ua from doing . The 2olh of
May we left Liverpool for Grimsby, and
from there a boat named Rollo (not at all
like our graat Lusltanla) was to carry us
across the North sea. We arrived In Goth
enbuiK. Sweden, Friday, May ;". m g
o'cloik In the evening. It was broad day
llKht, but oh! what a beautiful evt-niny.
The at was just liks a loaking-labs. Soma
Mud Pies
LITTLE Billy Button,
And little Hattio Hook,
Are busy In the backyard
Learning how to cook.
They mix the dirt and trater,
And a fine dough it does make,
And when the pies are ready
In the sun they're put to bake.
Little Billy Button
And little Hattle Hook.
Are bupy In the kitchen
Learning how to cook.
of the passengers laughed and othera cried
for Joy at the thought of seeing their native
country again. I could wrlto much mora
about my trip, but the letter would be too
long, so good-bye to my friends and tha
readers of tha Busy Bee pugs.
A Story About Sweden
By Ingrld Sandwall, Aged B Years, Barn
arpsagatan No. tX Jonkoping,
Sweden. Blue Side.
As you all know, Sweden Is a beautiful
country. The climate Is grand. In the sum
mer the duy Is very long and the night
short. In the month of June there Is hardly
any night at all. At that time you can read
a newspaper at 12 o'clock p. m. without
any artificial light. It's pretty hard to
sleep when tha nights are so light, but at
the same time It's so cool here that we
don't need to lie awake on account of tho
heat like we used to some times in Omaha.
Wa have one day here in Sweden which
Is very similar to the Fourth of July In
America. That day Is the 24th day of June,
which we call the midsummer day. The
only difference is that we celebrate tha day
more quietly than you noisy American peo
ple. The homes and stores are all decor
ated with flowers and branches from dif
ferent kinds of trees, and In soma places
they put up what we call a maj stang
(May pole), all decorated with flowers and
leaves. Then the young folks dance around
this Maypole and have a good time; then a
good many fine things to eat and drink are
served.
We have rented a nice little summer
home In a village called Smalands-Taberg.
There are quite high mountains hers and
the woods are very near, so we can go out
and pick some strawberries, and also Juni
per berries. They all grow wild here. I
wish I could show you all the beautiful
flowers that grow wild here, among thm i
Is the lily of the valley. This fall we are
going to move up to Stockholm. Stockholm
Is the capital of Sweden and is one of tha
finest cities In Europe. The king, queen,
and 'prince and princess live there, and I
hava an uncle that lives there, too. When
I go to Stockholm I will write you a letter
about that place, provided you do not
throw this letter In the wnstnhngket.
Well, I must close now. Good-bye, with
love to you alL
Ruth's Lesson
By Mildred Johnson,. Aged IS Tears,
Wahoo, Neb., Blue Side.
"Oh, dear!" said Huth to Helen. "I
wish we could get a crowd of girls and'
go for a picnic, don't you?"
"Yes," said Helen, "and go near a creelc
where wa can go wading. You ask your
mamma and I'll ask mine, but be sura
and tall her we want to go to the creek."
"Alright," said Ruth, "and then you
meet me right here, and if I get there
first I'll wait for you, and If you get here
first you wait for me."
When Ruth got home she said, "Mamma,
Helen and I want to get up a crowd ot i
girls and go wading, and go In tha morn-
lng and take a lunch and stay all day
and coma home about S o'clock. May
wa?"
"No," said her mamma, "you might get
drowned, but If you hava some one older
you may go."
"But we don't want any to go that's
older," said Ruth.
"Well, then, you can't go, so don't say
anything more about It."
So she went out where Helen waa wait
ing for her.
"I can't go," aha said, "but let'a go
anyway."
So tha next morning they started out by
themselves about o'clock.
But as they were Just about to go wad
ing, Ruth slipped and fell In the water,
and If Helen had not been there and
screamed for help sha would have drowned,
but they got home and it taught Ruth a
lesson "never to disobey again."
Wendell's Vacation
By Wendell Haywood. Aged I Years, Diets,
Wyo. Red Side.
I have a gold fish and a silver fish; wa
hava rocks for their house, and my papa
gave me a glass bowl to put them In. My
mamma gave ma some seaweed to put In
the bowl. One day my little brother and
sister were playing hide and seek and they
knocked it over. It didn't kill any. Wa ara
in Dletz, Wyo., visiting our grandma whlla
our mamma la In Seattle attending tha fair.
We hava a dog named Dandy. He can
stand up and Jump two or three boxea
high. He can pull the wagon with my little
brother, ( years old, In It. He can shut tha
door. We have two rabbits and we feed
them cabbage and leave them loose in tha
yard so they can get grass.
A Dog Story
By Clark raulson. Aged 9 Yeara, 23 West
Seventh Street, North liatte. Neb..
Blue Side.
Last Christmas a friend of mine gave
me a black Water Spaniel dog. All day
long he would play with a white Spits
dog. who belonged to a neighbor lady.
When tha coldest part of winter came
they both got distemper and the little
white dog died and Rex, my dog, got
bad that Papa waa afraid wa chlldrea
would get sick. Bo one morning Papa
took Rex to Hershey fourteen miles away.
He was gona one month and he cams back
fat and well. I think that chlldrea ought
to be kind to dumb anlmala. ona and ail.
Two Views
Tha two met in a dense crowd, out of
which they vainly triad to extricate them
selves. "I'm In a pickle!" cried tha ona
always took sour views of life.
"I'm In a Jam!" sighed the other
to use her oan words, was always
",ftit Iness."
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