THE OMAHA SUNDAY BEE: NOVEMBER 23. 1909.
11 1 i- - - I I I I ' I I . I I I 1 1 - 1 I I I - 1 -
1 " - : " - -n
H
OOKAY FOR THANKSGIVING!
have had a fine holiday, according to the Jolly stories Bent in by
the children. And the turkejs, cranberries and all kinds of good
things whlrb must have disappeared. Cut If It made the little boys
and girls happy and appreciate why we celebrate Thanksgiving day,
then considerable has been accomplished.
A little boy wrote that he thought his story had been thrown la the waste
basket. If he addressed the letter carefully and signed it he will find that it
will be printed either today or next Sunday, as all of the stories received by
the editor within the last month have been printed, except a few stories lert
from last week, and they are printed today. Not a story for several weeks
has been thrown In the waste basket, as the Uusy Bees have remembered the
ruU and have tent in interesting stories. Even the new Busy Bees who sent
In stories t hid week for the first time wrote carefully and did not forget to
write their names, ages and addresses.
One of our Busy Bees, Sadie Finch, who has won two prizes this year, cel
ebrated her twelfth birthday last Monday at her home in Kearney and bad a
toa party. Several new Busy Bees have Joined this week, among these being
Bassctt Huf, Cammilla Edholm. both of Omaha; Vera McClellan of Fremont
and igries McDermott of Cusper, Wyo.
Several splendid Thanksgiving stories were sent In this week and prizes
were awarded to Ruth Ashny, on the Blue side, and Helen Morris, on the Red
hlilo. Honorable mention was given to Emllie Brown, on the Blue side. Spe
cial mention should also be given to Alice Temple, on the Blue side.
Any of the Busy Bees may send cards to anyone whose name is on the
Postcard Kxcliange, which now Includes: ,
l'eail Bui run, Alonan ii, Wyo.
jtun - !- loiifc', Aniaw orln, Neb.
in no .vl( , liuriibioii, ivb.
l.i u mil Mu 'miii. Heaver Cily, .Neb.
itiuovl Witt, liLniiliifcLon, eu.
Ai.im Uolisi.ii, Bennington; Neb.
Al imiiu Uouseh, Bennington, Neb.
Agnes L'jmiiKe, Benton, i'eb.
Manx (jjiiiaiiliur, ueiikeiinaii. Neb, (box 12).
in May, leiitial City, Neu.
v vi a v. nth y, cieigntun, Neb.
J.uuih iiuiili, Uawd City, Neb.
Knea 1-1 elttt-ll, lioichesler, .eb.
I'.umcu Uuiie, l"ans City, lieu.
I'inel ICeed. rreinuni, eb.
llukln l.ui.dbuia. r remoiit. Neb.
Marlon 'app, Oibson, Nco.
iiai kui'1 lie Bartholomew, Uutheriburg, Neb.
Lydiu Koih, Wj Went Koemg street. Grand
INland, Neb.
Una Voss. 407 West Charles strsct. Grand
Inland, Neb.
liv.nu Costello, llj West Eighth street,
Grand Island, Neb.
Jcsbio Ci aw lord, !(; West Charles street.
Grand Islund, Nib.
rauniiH Mchulte, Hi West Fourth street.
Grand Inland, Neo.
Martha Murphy, IC3 East Ninth street.
Grand InIhiiiI. Neb.
Hugh Butt, LcKhcua, Neb.
Hester K. Kuit, L,ehara, Neb.
Alice Temple, Lexington, Neb.
Itulh Temple. Lexington, Neb.
Anna Nelison, Lexington, Neb.
Kdythe Krillz, L,exinKton, Neh.
Marjorlo Temple, LcxinKton, Neb.
Alien Grassmeyt v, lM.'i C St., Lincoln, Neb.
Murlan Hamilton, aJJ'J L. St.. Lincoln, Neb.
Klslu tiiimilton, 20'j I, St.. Lincoln, Neb.
Irene Ulsher, Jttu L, stieet. Llnvoln, Neb.
JiiiKhln DiMher, 'MM L. sinev, Lincoln, Neb.
L'hailnito I'.oKtiS, .'i South Fifteenth street,
Lincoln, Neb.
lie. i n Johhbvii, South Seventeenth
street, Lincoln, Neb.
Louise Sulis, Lyons, Neb.
Latello Mvl'onald, Lyons, Neb.
Mihcin, iScizir, Nebra.tKa City, Neb.
llnrry C'rawlonl, Nebraska City, No.
llarvey Crawford, Nebra.-ka Cty, Neb.
Liivllo llazi'ii, Norfolk, Neb. '
llvlen Ucyriolds, Norfolk, Neb.
Lttha 1. in kin, ho. riixth St., Norfolk, Neb.
Lmnia Marquardt, Fifth street and Madl
t.on avenue, Norfolk. Neb.
Gonrvleve M. Jones, North Loup, Neb.
Turin Klsher, 1210 IS. Eleventh Mt., Omaha.
Mildred Erii kBon, L700 Howard St., Omaha.
Ofiar Lrirkson, 270V Howard St., Omaha.
Louise Hanbe, 2C(W North Nineteenth ave
nue, Omaha.
Frances JohnEon, 933 North Twenty-fifth
avi iiuo, Omaha.
I Marsuerlto Johnson, 933 North Twenty
fifth avenue, Omaha.
Ernlle Brown, 2322 Houlevard, Omaha.
Helen Goodrich. 4010 Nicholas St., Omaha.
Mary Hrown, 2322 Hoiilevard. Omaha.
Eva Hendee, Uvl Dodge street, Omaha.
Tom and Sissy's
By William
VR.RY up, Tom, or we'll be late!"
It was Slxsy Hall who called
out to her brother Tom. Sissy
was dressed In her best Sunday
frock and fur Jacket and looked
as pretty as a blossom, her eyes
and cheeks telling of her bright spirits and
good health. She was tapping at the door
of Tom's room to hurry him a bit, for they
Sissy and Tom were to spend the day In
the country. And as It was Thanksgiv n?
flay It meant muih more than If It were
Just on ordinary day.
"I'll be with you In a Jiffy," answered
Tom. And before Sissy had reached the
lower lundlng on the stairs Tom was run
ning down behind her. "Shall we tuke the
street car or walk?" asked Sissy.
"We have to do both ride flrat, then
finish up by walklnd a mile," replied Tom.
"Hut you'll enjoy every step of the walk,
Fid. It's through the loveliest meadow,
across a corking fine creek and up a long
hill. You'll have an appetite when dinner
time comes."
"Now, my dears, I want you to have a
perfect day," said Mrs. Hall, as she kissed
her son and daughter good-bye. "But be
sure to return home before dusk."
Then away went Sissy and Tom. Thy
boarded a street car at the corner and rode
to the end of the line. From that point
they set nut to walk over a country road
that led through a meadow. "It is a lovely
walk." declared Sissy. "I love this
medvw."
"Yes. and you'll enjoy every minute of
the day at George Grey's home. Y'ou've
never met George's mother and father,
have you?"
"No. but I think Georcs a dear boy,"
said Sli-sy. "I shall be delighted to know
his parents and to visit them in their
home. Ever since you and George became
such fast friends at school mamma and I
have Intended to pay his mother a visit,
put school claims all my attention, you
know, and mamma has been so busy all
fall with her numerous duties at home
and her church work that she has found
It Impossible to get out to the Grey's
farm. Ki.t she sent Thanksgiving greet
ings to Mrs. Gny, and asks her to come
In to luncheon with us some day soon."
Thus the children chatted as they walked
along. Then they turned a corner In the
road and came full upon a lovely stream.
A foot bridge spanned It, leajlng to the
road on the oppo.iitv shore, which began to
climb a long, timber-cover d hill.
"AlMhe top of that hill la the Or e'
house. ' fNplalned Tviin. "You'll see It after
wo get l.ulf way up the hill. The tree
Mdo It from us at this point In the road."
"Help help help!" rang out on the morn
li g air. "Help! I'm drowning!" Tom and
Ki.-i-y were just setting f.iot on the bridge
when the cry fell upon their ears. Both
IvoUvd In the direction from which the
voice came and saw a small girl flounder
ing In the creek a hundred yards up sir "am
from the bridge. Evidently the child had
Just that moment fallen Into the water,
fwr u was close 10 the bank, and was
AH of the Busy Uees eeemr-d to
Juanlta Tnnen. 2709 Fort street. Omaha,
J.ick Coail. 371H Karnam street, Omaha.
Lillian Wirt, 4i:8 Cass street, Omaha.
Mpj i r Colin, S4i Georsla avenue, Omaha.
Ada Morrl!", 34l!4 Franklin street, Omaha.
Myrtle Jensen, iWQ Izard street, Omaha.
Gall Howard. 47J2 C'apltAl avenue, Omaha.
Helen Houck. lothrop street, Omaha.
Emerson Goodrich, 4U10 Nicholas, Omaha.
Maurice Johnson, 1027 Locust, St., Omaha.
Leon CniBon, 1124 North Fortieth, omanu.
Gietchen Ea.stman, I'M Houth Thirty
eighth street, Omaha.
Pauline C'oad, S718 Farnam street, Omaha.
N lima Howard, 4723 Capitol avenue, Omaha.
Hllah Fisher. 1210 South Eleventh, Omaha.
Mildred Jensen, 2707 Leavenworth, Omaha.
Edna Heden, 2789 Chicago street, Omaha.
Mabel Mietfelt, 4914 North Twenty-tilth
street, Omaha.
Walter Johnson, 24(15 North Twentieth
street, Omaha.
Emma Carruthers, 3211 North Twenty-fifth
street, Omaha.
Leonora lJenlson, The Albion, Tenth and
1'aclfic strents, Omaha. v
Mae Hammond, O Nelll. Neb.
Madge L. Daniels, Old, Neb.
Zola Beddeo, Orleans, Neb.
Agnes Richmond, Orleans, Neb.
Marie Fleming, Osceola, Neb.
Lotta Y oods, t'awnec City, Neb.
Earl I'erkliiH, Keddlugtun, Neb.
Edna Enis, Stanton, ISeb.
Lena Petersen. 2211 Locust St., E. Omaha,
lna Carney, Sutton. Clay county, Nebraska.
Clara Millur, 1,'tlca, Neb.
Mildred F. Jones, North Loup, Neb.
Alta Wllken, Waco. Neb.
Leo Hevkord, W aco, Neb.
Mao Grunke, West Point, Neb.
Elsie Stastny, Wllner, Neb.
Frederick Ware, Wlnslde, Neb.
Pauline Parks, York, Neb.
Edna iJehllng, York, Neb.
Mary Frederick, York, Neb.
Curi le K. Uartlett, Fontanelle, la.
Irene Huynolds, Little Sioux, la.
Ethel Miiihoilund. liox 71, Malvern, la.
Eleanor Mullor, Malvern, la.
ivuihryne Mellor, Malvern, la.
Kmh llobertson, Manilla, la.
Mildred Uobertson, Manilla, la.
Margaret U. Wltheruw, Thurman, la.
llertna McEvoy, K F. D. 3. Box 25, MIs-
xourl Valley, la.
Adlena Sorry, Monarch, Wyo. Box 82.
Fred Sorry, Monarch, Wyo.
John Barron, Monarch, Wyo.
Edith Amend, Sheridan, Wyo.
Pauline Siiulre, Grand, Okl.
Fred Shelley, 230 Troup street, Kansas
City, Kan.
Henry L. Worklnger. care Sterling Remedy
company, Attica, Ind.
Aleda Bennett. Eltrtti, Neb.
William lavis; 271 West Third street,
North Platte, Neb.
Bassetl Ituf, 114 Blnney street, Omaha.
Thanksgiving Day
W allies, jr.
holding to some dry bushes that grew on
tho muddy bank. But even as Tom and
Sissy iocleed at her the bushes gave nay,
coming out of the soft earth, leaving the
child without so much as a tw ig to hold to.
"I've got to save that kid," Tom ex
claimed; and before Sissy could beg of
him tu think of his own safety also, and
to try to help the little one by throwing
some driftwood out for her to hold to until
they could call someone to come to their
assistance, he had divested himself of coat
and shoes and Jumped headlong Into the
water. He was not an expert swimmer,
but he knew enough about keeping afloat
while carrying a burden to attempt to
save the little girl.
"Here, hold to my shoulder, but don't
pull on me!" cried Tom, as he swam to
the girl's side. She was rising from the
water Into which she had gone over her
head after the bushes gave way and was
coughing and strangling. Her ryes, too,
w ere so filled w 1th water that sho could
not see anything distinctly. But she real
ized that someone was there to save her,
and she caught at the form of the little
swimmer. Ho vigorously did sho hold on,
and so wildly did she flounder that for a
moment It seemed they both must be
drowned. SUsy had rushed to a spot on
the bank near to the place where Tom
and the little girt were making such a
wild scene. Tom was crying out. warning
the girl against behaving In such a man
ner and telling her to merely hold tightly
to his shoulder and he would soon get her
to dry earth.
But of a sudden the little girl was so
exhausted thut she let go of Tom's wrist
and became manageable. Immediately Tom
caught hold of her firm cotton Jacket at
the shoulders and swam with her to the
bank. Sissy was ready to lend two strong
hands In assisting the two up the steep,
slippery bank. Then the little girl sat down
3 Mm Ik,
1
RULES FOR YOUNG WRITERS
1. Writ plainly on on side of the
paper only and naiaber the pages.
8. Uss pen ud Ink, not pencil
3. Short end pointed ertloles will
be given preference. Do not use over
360 words.
4. Original stories or letters only
will bo used.
0. Writ your nam, and ad
dress at the top of the first pat-.
First and second prises of books
will bo gives for tbo boot two eon
trlbatlons to this page each wook.
Aedress all communications to
CHXLDBEWS DEFAJiTMX JTT,
Oman 2o.
(First Prlie.)
The Land of Lost Toys
By Ruth C. Ashley, Aged 14 Years. ML
Carroll, III. Blue Side.
"Dorothy, dear, where Is my thimble?"
"I don't know, mother."
"Don't you remember, I said you might
use It If you would bring It back?"
In vain they searched for It. That night
Dorothy had a dream.- A beautiful fairy
came to her and said, "1 am the Fairy
Find of the Land of Lost Toys and have
coma to take you and Hazel with me."
(Hazel Stober and Dorothy Knight were
playmates.)
They went outside where they stepped
Into an auto and were whirled away In
the darkness. All of a sudden, bright lights
flashed Into view.
"Here is my land, girls," said the fairy.
"Welcome to the Land of Lost Toys."
Everything was so bright it dazzled the
girls' eyes.
Finally they came to a beautiful palace.
, "Oh!" cried iorothy, "that's the playhouse
1 left outdoors and somebody ran off with."
"Yes, dear," answered the fairy. "Every
thing in this land is something mortals
have lost. But come In let us wait and
see If some of my men do not find some
thing." She had hardly spoken when In came a
little man bearing a big, pink bow.
"Why! that's my bow I lost ages ago,"
gasped Hazel.
Tho Fairy Find smiled. "Here comes one
of my men with a paper. He's found some
thing mortals lost and he Is going to have
It a week and If no one finds It then he
will bring it here. See it says, 'One lady's
thimble. Under piano.' "
"Why, that's mamma's thimble I lost and
It must have tolled under the piano when
I Jumptd up!" cried Dorothy.
Just then she awoke to find it all a
dream. j
"I guess I'lf go and see If It's there.
Just for fun," she thought. And, wonder
of wonders, there It was!
(Second Prize.)
Their First Thanksgiving in the
East
By Helen E. Morris. Aged 9 Years. McCool
Junction, Neb. Red Side.
Sidney and Harry were born In Cali
fornia. They had never seen any real
snow, only the occasional flurries that
melt as soon as they touch tho ground.
So when their cousins from the east
wrote them what Jolly times they have at
grandma's house on Thanksgiving they
were very anxious to go.
The 19th of November was set as the
time when they with their mamma were
to start for Indiana, where their grand
mother, aunt and cousins lived. The five
days' Journey seemed endless to the two
little boys. But after they started they
found plenty to amuse them enroute.
On the fourth day they reached Chicago
and It was very cold and cloudy. All In
dications were for a snowstorm. On the
next day they reached Martinsville, Ind.,
where their uncle and cousins met them.
They were glad to meet their new relation,
with whom they were to stay all night.
They were all going out to grandma's to
eat Thanksgiving dinner the next day.
The children went to bed early, being
tired from their long Journey, and were
and began to cry, wiping the water from
her poor face.
"Never mind, little girl," sympathised
Sissy. "You are all right now. I know
you must be almost frozen though, so put
on this Jacket and go with us to the house
at the top of the hill. We'll soon get there."
"Where do you live, little girl?" asked
Tom, whose teeth were chattering from
the cold dip he had suffered.
"Up at Mr. Grey's place," explained the
child. "My ma works for Mrs. Grey, and
they are expecting city company for din
ner and ma wants to have a very fine
dinner. So she sent me to the neighbors,
down in the meadow, to get some chest
nuts to stuff the turkey and when I got
almost home with the chestnuts I saw a
funny little animal running along the
creek. I started to run after It and slipped
on the tank and fell Into the water. Oh,
boo-hoo! I lost the bag of chestnuts!"
Tom and Sissy could not refrain from
smiling at the child's grief over the loss it
"I'VE GOT TO SAVE THAT KID.'
soon asleep. When their uncle came In he
said It was snowing quite hard, and the
folks knew what a surprise there would
be In the morning.
Harry being the first one awake looked
out of the window to see what kind of a
day It was going to be. He gave one shout
and said that Miss Snowflake gave a party
last night and everything was covered with
snow. Soon after breakfast their uncle
brought a big bobsled around and they
were all wrapped up and had the Jolllest
five-mile ride to grandma's house. Just aa
they came In sight of the house they began
to sing:
Over the fields and through the woods.
Now grandmother's cap we spy.
Hurrah for the fun! Is the pudding done?
Hurrah for the pumpkin pie!
(Honorable Mention.)
The Landing of the Pilgrims in
America
By Emille Brown, Aged U Years. 1322
Boulevard Avenue, Omaha. Blue Side.
Many years ago the Pilgrims came to
this country. They were Immigrants who
left England for Holland, because they
wanted to find a place where they could
go to worship as they pleased.
Finding In Holland the children played
with the Holland children and were for
getting the English ways they decided to
go to a country where they could speak
their own language and still worship as
they pleased, which wax dear old America.
Frolic of the Fairies
By Margaret Matthews, Aged 9 Y-ears, 2S28
California Street, Omaha. Red Side.
The fairies were frolicking by the light
of the moon. Vesla was one of the queen's
servants. She was not at the ball that
evening. She had broken one of the rules
of fairyland, so Queen Crystal had told
her that she could not go to the ball that
evening. Suddenly they heard a noise.
They looked up and what do you think
they saw? They saw a little girl who had
strolled Into the woods and gotten losL
She came up to them and asked them If
they would take her home. They asked
her where she lived. She said she lived in
Seattle. The queen sent one of her er
rand fairies with her. When they reached
the town her mother was at the edge of
the woods hunting for her. The fairy did
not see her, but the little girl did. She
ran and Jumped in her mother's arms.
Her mother asked who was with her. The
fairy noticed her mother then. It was a
rule In fairyland that if a grown human
person saw a fairy, the fairy whom they
saw would Instantly be changed to a
human person. When the little girl's
mother saw the fairy she was changed to
a human person. She became the 'little
girl's sister, but none of the fairies have
ever seen her since.
Little May
By Helen Carmen, Aged S Years, Auburn,
Neb. Red Side.
Little May stood for a long time watch
ing her sister until Alice looked up with
a smile and said:
"What makes you look so sad, little
May?"
"Oh, because I want so much to be big!
How did yon get to be so big, Alice?"
"Oh, no, It Is not," said May, shaking her
golden curls.
"It Is dreadful to be little, for when you
are little you can do nothing. I say to
papa, "If you please, papa, will you take
me with you on your sailboat today'? And
papa says, 'No, the wind Is too strong. Tou
cannot go for you are too little.' And I
say to mamma, 'If you please, mamma,
may I go with you to walk?" And mamma
says: 'No, you cannot go. I am going for a
long walk and It would tire you. You are
too little.' And I say to grandmama, 'May
I go to drive with you, If you please, grand
mamma?' And she says, 'I am going to
take a long drive. You cannot go, you are
too little.' And If I should say to you,
'Alice, If you please, may I paint oo your
picture?' You would say, 'No, you are too
little.' And I do not know how to grow
big, for naps are of no use."
"But I will not say, no," said her sister.
the chestnuts and thinking so little about her
own narrow escape from death. "Weil make
the matter about the chestnuts all right,"
promised Sissy. "You see, we arc the 'city
company' expected to dinner at the far;n
house. And it's lucky for you, little girl,
that we came along Just as we did. My
dear brother saved your life If he did not
save the chestnuts."
And that day there was much rejoicing
In "kitchen and hall" over the saving from
drowning of little Minnie Bacon, the good
cook's little daughter. And also there was
much laughter at Tom's expense as he ap
peared at table In an o'd suit of Mr. Grey's,
for Tom was too largn to wear George's
clothes. "You are the hero of the day,"
declared Mrs. Grey. "And the laughing
stock of the crowd," laughed Tom. "But I
shall always rtgret not saving those chest,
nuts."
And then he had to respond to a toast
drunk In fine old cider.
"Y'ou shall come and sit on my knee and
paint the cushion that Pussy Is lying on
In my picture, and If you take your naps
and eat your porridge like a good girl you
will wake up om morning and find that
you are as big ns I am."
This comforted little May very much and
she sat on her kind sister's lap, and painted
a lovely blue cushion and forgot all her
grief at being such a little girl.
When My Brother Herded Sheep
By Agnes McDermott, Aged 13 Years, Oak
Street, Casper, Wyo. IUd Side.
Our brother Charlie, age 14, was very
anxious to go to work in the spring. So a
sheepman gave him a Job helping him dur
ing lambing season. Martini. at last con
sented to let him go. He left home Tuesday
morning and returned Saturday evening.
This Is what he told when he got home:
"When I got to camp the boss told me
to chop some wood and get supper. I did
this. The next morning he told me to get
breakfast. I told him I was not hired to
Cook.
"He told me to go out and herd the
sheep and let the other herder come in
to breakfast. It was a cold morning and
I did not like to leave camp. I was angry
and started to walk to town, which was
forty miles. I walked about a mile and a
half to the road. When I got to the road
1 met a man who worked In the livery
stable at home. He was going to town,
so I got In the wagon and came home. This
was the last time 1 wanted tOgo sheep
herding."
Kindness to Others
By Harriett Dixon, Aged 12 Y'earn. North
Platte. Nob., 416 West Vina
Street. Blue Side.
There was once a little girl whose
parents were dead, and she had not a true
friend. Ever since she was a baby she
lived with an old woman who pretended
she was Bessie's grandmother, but was
not. This old woman made Bessie get tip
early every morning and sell newspapers
till late at night, and made Bessie give
her all tho money and then she would go
out and buy whisky, and that made her
very cruel. One day Bessie went by a
school for girls. The teacher was out in
the yard with her scholars and they were
studying nature. That was what Bessie
loved. As she Watched them the teacher
noticed the poor little girl outside the
fence with ragged clothes and a bundle of
papers under her arm, and the teacher
called to her to come over and study with
them, and she did. The girls were talking
about birds and became very Interested In
the sweet face of Bessie and asked her to
go to their school. And she told them
her whole life and how poor she was.
And one of the girls who was of a wealthy
family said that she would write her father
about Bessie., and her father wrote that
he would buy Bessie some new clothes and
pay her way through the school, and when
school was out she would go and live with
him and his little girl In Florida.
Was Bessie not 6 forunato little girl?
Kitty's Revenge
By Alta Klbler, Aged 12 Y'ears, 717 West
Twenty-first Street, Kearney
Neb. Blue Side.
Kitty and Marie had been coasting and
Marie had fallen from her sled and had
Just said that Kitty had pushed her off.
"I did not," said Kitty. "I was at the
top of the hill when you fell."
"Y'ou were not," said Marie.
"I was. I guess I ought to know," said
Kitty.
"Have your own way, baby," said Marie.
"All rlghL I will. Good-bye," and off
she flew.
"The mean thing," said Marie to herself.
The next day was an examination and
the teacher had promised a book to the
one who got the highest grade.
Marie took her book home, but some way
Kitty got Into Marie's room and hid the
book. That night Marie could not find her
book, eo could not study.
In the test the nent day Marie did not
get the prize, and Kitty was revenged,
and not a person ever found out who hid
the hook.
Kitty has now made up with Maria and
they are good friends, and there is not a
elrl In school that dares to talk of either
of the girls If either is around.
The Minister's Thanksgiving
By Arthur Mason, Aged li Years, lis North
Clarkson Street, Fremont, Neb.
Red Side.
It was the day before Thanksgiving, and
the minister sat In his study. He could
hear his three children sliding down the
banister. How happy they seemed, and
how different today was from a year ago,
when they were without a home and he
didn't know where he was going to preach.
As he wrote his sermon for Thanks
giving day he went over the last year In
thought and wondered If he had been able
to satisfy and gratify In every way the
members of his church, as well as build
up and refine their characters, and, most
of all, had he pleased his Maker.
Just then the door bell rang and In
walked Mr. Jones, who said: "I have
brought you a load of wood to show my
thanks to you for your work of this year."
As he was leaving Mr. Black came in
with a big turkey and before tho morning
was over others came In. each with a gift,
until they had enough to supply them of
clothing, fuel and things to eat for the
whole winter.
He called his family to come In and see
the good things and after they had re
joiced over the things ho said, "Let us
sing 'Praise God from Whom All Blessings
Flow.' "
The Family Pet
By Blanche Bail. Aged 11 Years, West'
Twenty-second Street. Kearney,
Neb. Red Side.
We have a pVt horse named Midge. She
Is coal black and has a very pretty mane
and tall. Her tail Is quite long and reaches
within about eight Inches of the ground.
Fhe weighs shout 1.000 pounds and Is 8
years old. She Is very gentle. Isn't afraid
of anything and anyone can handle her
She can pnee or trot at a good gait and
likes to eat all kinds of grains and hay,
but prefers alfalfa.
Mitfge likes to play very much. One day
she got anxious to play and broke the
hitching strap and went to play. She must
have Z"i ilred of playing and went to
following a milk wagon, where we found
her. Wheiuver the milk Jvagon would stop
she would stop also.
If you ask her to shake hand she will
lift up her. right foot and will let you
hake with her.
One day after we had our new barn built
the hook on the door was very easy to un
fasten and so I sui.ih.hv she wanted to keep
us busy so she would take the hook In
her teeth, unfasten It and push the door
open with her nose.
We have had many chances to sell her
on account of her beauty and gentleness,
but would not sell her for any money.
The Girl Who Tried Again
By Helen Weeden, Aed 12 Tears. S2H
North Twenty-fifth Street. Omaha.
BKie Side.
Pearl had been reading the Busy Bee
page and had decided to write a story.
She was Just starting to write when her
little sister Marjcry otm In and nuked
her whst she was doing. Tearl told her
and soon both girls were writing. When
their stories were finished they , took them
to the postoffice.
The next Sunday the girls looked for
their stories. The stories were printed,
but neither girl had won a prize.
Pearl was disappointed and cross, but
Marjory went to her room, took her pen
and started another story. Site mailed It,
but next Sunday her story was not even
printed. Her sister told her not to write
again, but Marjory said, "The third time
Is the charm, so I'll try again." And sure
nough when she looked In the paper there
was "Marjory Trent, first prize." Oh, how
delighted she was. After that Pearl tri)d
the chaun and It worked with success.
A Thanksgiving Story
By Alice C. Temple, Aged 11 Years, Lex
ington, Neb. Blue Side.
They were all at the table eating din
ner, the Saturday before Thanksgiving,
mamma, papa, Teddy, agod 10, and Glydes,
aged t.
"Mamma," cried Mr. Birch, "here's
a letter I almost forgot to give to you."
As he spoke he handed the letter to Mrs.
Birch. She examined the postmark care
ful!y. "Well," she exclaimed, "this Is from
Rlverdale, who lives there, children?"
"Granny," they exclaimed In chorus.
Mrs. Birch opened the letter crefully,
as she did so a sweet scent of rose leaves
filled the air.
"Read It out loud, please do, mumsy,"
pleaded Teddy.
This Is what the letter said:
Rlverdale. Mass, Nov. 18, 1909.
My dear daughter:
For several years owing to my illness, I
have been unable to have any of my many
relatives spend Thanksgiving with me. The
doctor said this year I was well enough
to have a few. Will you please send
Teddy and Glydes to my houBe November
22, which la Monday and spend all Thanks
giving week with me. And if convenient
you and your husband also spend Thanks
giving with me.
I received your kind letter and It has
helped me much In my hours of pain.
Cousin Maria, with her children, have
started for Europe to spend the winter.
Enclosed find a check for V with which
will you please buy and send with the
children: one dor.en hyacinth bulbs, etc.,
$4.00. The remaining dollar Is for charity.
Closing with love, Your Mother.
P. 8. Will sind for them Monday morn
ing. "You'll let us go won't you," said Glydes
eagerly.
"And see the turkeys, mamma, and the
tinsy weeny pigs and Rover and th new
pony that's blind," cried Teddy.
"Well I will If you will consent," said
Mrs. to Mr. Birch quite overcome.
"If you are real good till then you mar
go." said Mr. Birch, who had secretly In
tended to let them go. "Now go and
play."
The suitcase was packed Sunday after
noon, also the things grandma had or
dered, for the Impatient children, Monday
seemed a year away. But at last Monday
came, the children were up bright and
early. At 7 the Jingle of sleigh bells was
heard and up dashed a large roomy cutter
fined with soft furs and blankets. It
stopped In front of the gate and out of It
Jumped John, the hired man. He bundled
in the two children and with many good
byes, the cutter started.
Rlverdale Is a small town about fifteen
miles from Boston where Glydes and
Teddy lived. Grandma lived three miles
otit In the country, so the children had
quite a ride. It was nearly noon when
the sleigh drew up before a lapge old
fashioned house, painted white, with a
large porch, at the bay window in front
Glydes espied grandma with her wreath
of white hair, framed with flowers that
grew on the ledge.
Running In, what a welcome was theirs,
also a large, hot dinner. Teddy ate till
as he said, he was ready to "bust."
How fast the days went till Thanksgiv
ing. The attic was explored, the barn, the
sheds, everything. On Thanksgiving
morn all went to the village church except
Grandma. When they came home no one
was' allowed to go In the drawing room.
The children of course were very curious.
As the clock struck 12 Glydes and Teddy
marched Into the dining room. '
"Why, grannie," exclaimed Teddy, "the
table Is set for at least fifty."
"I guess there Is some mistake, take the
two places at the head of the table," re
plied grandma smiling.
When the children were seated she threw
open the drawing room door, a long pro
cession marched In, there were mamma,
papa, cousin Harry and Betsy and so many
others they couldn't keep count. f
What a delightful dinner It was, there
was turkey, pumpkin, mince, lemon and
cream pie, cranberry sauce, dressing, both
sweet and Irish potatoes. Jelly, preserves,
etc., but last and best of all. Ice cream,
molded Into the shapes of pink roses and
flowers, trees, turkeys, animals and birds,
was brought In.
After dinner sleds were brought out and
what a Jolly afternoon they had. After a
lunch, a large bob sled was brought In
front of the house and all were taken
home, but Glydes, Teddy, Harry and Betsy.
Harry and Betsy lived In New York.
At the end of the week, much to the
dismay of both Glydos and Teddy, they
had to go home, declaring they were com
ing next Thanksgiving and stay a month.
Harold's Queer Present
By Vera Kacklev, Aged g Years, Moor
croft, Wyo. Red Side.
Once there was a little boy whose name
was Harold. He liked to have his own
way and found It very hard to obey his
mother. The next day was to be his
mother's birthday. She found several pres.
ents under her plate et the breakfast table,
but she said that she liked Harold's the
best. So you want to know what It was.
Very well, I will tll you. It -ves only a
slip of paper on which was written. "Dear
mother, I love you and I am going to obey
you quickly ever after."
One day soon after that the sun was
shining and Harold was at the brook catch
ing fish. Pretty soon he heard his mother
call. "Harold! Harold!" t
"Oh, dear," said he, "I am going to pre
tend not to hear. But I promised I would
obey her quickly, and I will."
Away he ran; he fairly flew. He said,
"What la It mother? Here I am."
"Harold, there la smoke on the railroad.
Go and see If anyone la near," she said.
"All right, mother," he said, and away
he went The bridge under the track was
burning and nobody was there. The near
est neighbor was two miles away. He did
not have time to tell his mother, because
he could hear the train not far away. Ha
must flag the train himself. He took off
his little red sweater and started toward
the train. The engineer whistled for him
to get off the track, but he stood still until
the engineer knew something was the
matter.
Some passengers got eft with the engineer
and they gave him enough money to buy
a watch. He found out that Ms father was
on the train. "I am so (lad I obeyed
mother quickly," he said. "Many lives
might have been lost," said his father. He
wore the watch and It helped him to re
member. Farmyard Troubles
By Lois Wood, Aged Tears, Strorasburg,
Neb. Red Side.
One day Biddy, who was) scratching In
the yard for her chicks, was very much
alarmed to see a big rat run past her.
She called her chicks to her and told them
that their one enemy was the rat. That
very night when she called her chicks to
gether there was one gone. She called
again, but It did not come. She went to
find It, but she could not She earns home
and went to bed very sad The next morn
ing It was there. She asked It where It
had been. It was not going; to tell. At
last It said, "I run away and cam back
In the night."
Tommy's Pet
By Ronald Wyckoff, King Bee, Aged It
Years, VVUber, Neb. Red Side. It
One bright, sunny day aa Tommy was
coming from school he heard a chiming
noise far up In the treetop. He went on
again, but soon he heard the noise again.
He looked around and en a limb of a
tree he saw a little bird trying to fly. He V
picked the bird up earefully. Then he '
saw that Its wins; was broken. "Some
cruel boy has hurt It." he said to him
self. Then he took the cripple and went
home. When he got horn ha took It in J
the house and showed It to his mamma.
They petted It awhile, then Tommy took
It and put It In a oage and then fed It
crumbs of bread. Tommy told his papa
when he cams home and showed him the
bird. Then Tommy put It back In Its
cags and dootored It up. Tommy fed and
took care of It, Tommy kept his pet bird:
ever after.
A Tiiaiiksgivirjg Story
By Sarah Undale, Aged 11 years. West
Point, Neb. Blue Side.
Thanksgiving Is a nice day fo varybody
We enjoy ourselves Terr much, by eating
turkey and everything good. X know a
story of a little girt. Onoe there lived a
little girl whose nam was) Helen, sh waa
a good girl, but had one fault and that
was what nearly everybody has, when
ever sho had anything good to eat ah
would eat too much. This waa Thanks
giving day. Helen ate too much, and got
sick. She waa sick for a Whole week after
that The next Thankaglvlng little Helen
did not sat so much. Helen 'Is not tho
only on that oats too muoh at Thanks
giving. There are many that get sick,
after eating turkey, plum pudding, zrrlnoe
Die. Dumnklik Die. cranbai i r unn uuii
and nuts.
I like to read the Busy Bee edition and!
X know every other little) Busy Bee does.
The Thanksgiving Turkey
By Bertha Slrberstialn. Aged I Tears, K13
North Twenty-second titreet Omaha.
Blue Side.
It waa the day before Thanksgiving, and,
there was great confusion In the barnyard
on account of hearing the farmer tell hl
neighbor farmer, Jones, that he must plckiV
out a turkey for dinner on the following
day.
Then one of the turkeys soldi "If a no
use for you others to be afraid of being
eaten. I'm the largest of you all, and I'm
the one he'll surely kill."
"My," said the hen, "yon needn't worry
about being killed; you needn't say you're
the largest and, anyway, ha don't care
for turkeys he said he wanted me, be
cause I heard him say tt"
"I'm going to run awayt I'm afxalcf, of
being killed," said the smallest of the (Tur
keys. "Shame, shame!" called the others.
"Where are you going? and how are you
going?"
After a while they all thought they would
hide. All except the large one went, and
he was killed. A
Elsie's Good Time
By Winifred Brandt, Aged i Years, tb&l
Jackson Street Omaha. Blue Side.
One cold winter morning a little girl
ncmed Elsie called her mother and asked?
If she might go coasting on the hflL Her '
momer uiougui ti w uvmu iu au vj u v. eo r
K sle played games. When Mrs. Hunter
looked out of the window and saw all the
children having suoh a merry time she
called to Elsie and said she might go.
Then Elsie slipped on her coat and hat and
scampered.
When the children aaw her coming they
said, "Good, there comes Elate." Everyone
liked Elsie. She had such a good time
sliding. Her mother called them all In and
had some oyster soup. They all enjoyed
It very much. They all went home very
happy.
A Story of a Squirrel
By Vera McMillan, Aged Years. Fre
mont, Neb. Blue Side.
One day, as I was going to school, I
heard an awful noise and looked around
and there were two dogs after a squirrel.
The squirrel ran up a tree and the dogs
were trying to go up after the squirrel.
One dog was a white one and the other was
a water spaniel. I stood by and watohed
for a minute or two what they would do.
presently the school bell rang and X bad
to go and I didn't see any more. f
A Queer Fairy
By Camilla Edholm, Aged 7 Tears. 11
South Thirty-sixth Street. Blue Side.
The bees' honey Is for two purposes, to
eat. and for one other thing which I will
tell you In a minute. There la a lady
called Old Lady Beauty, who goes around
In the day asking for honey from the bees
which i they give to her willingly, and
which she puts In her basket After she
has her basket full she goes home. There
she makes all aorts of beauty spots and
puts them In another basket At night she
goes out with the two baskets and a
spoon, around to all the houses In tho world
Just like Hants Claus putting honey on
the beauty spots with the spoon and then
putting the beauty spots on the people.
She Is kind of a fairy, but I don't know
exactly what he looks like though. I al
ways Imagined she was an old peddler
woman going along with two baskets and I
a spoon. Anyway, when I wake up In the
morning and find a mole on my face. 'I
know that Old Lady Beauty baa beta
around in the night
Y
I
