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HB BUSY BRE3 must not get Impatient If their stories are not printed
Immediately, for there are more stories than room on the Busy Bee
page Just at present, but not any of the storing will be thrown away
and they will all be printed.
A few rotes have been sent In for the next king and queen. Some of the
Busy Bees have written to ask who were the kings and queens during the last
year and some new readers wiRh to know about the Red side and the Blue
side. Every tlree months a king is elected to lead the Red side and a queen
for the blue side, then the little writers on the Blue side and on the Red side
each try to see which side can win the most prizes. Last year from October
to January the Red side won the most The three months preceding that the
Blue side won the roost prizes.
Last April Fred Sorry of Monarch, Wyo., was elected king and Rens N.
Mead of Blair queen; July 1 William Davis of North Platte was made king
and Eunice Bode of Falls City queen. In October Frances Johnson of Omaha
was elected queen and Ronald Wycoff of Wilbur, Neb., king. The present
king Is George Nicholson of Abbott and Helen Johnson of Lincoln is the queen.
Prizes were awarded this week to Nellie Dedrlck, on the Red side, and to
Alt Klbler, on the Blue side. Honorable mention was given to Dorothy
Judson, on the Red side.
Two other stories which were especially good this week were written by
Elizabeth Wright, on the Red side, and by Fern Everitt, on the Blue side.
Any of the Busy Bees may send cards to anyone whose name Is on the
Postcard Exchange, which now Includes:
Jean De Long-, Alnsworth, Neb.
Irene McCoy, fitrnaton, Nb.
Lillian Mervln, Beaver City. Neb.
Mabel Witt. Bennlnrton. Neb.
Anna Oottsch, Bennington. Neb.
Minnie Gottsch, Bennington, Neb.
Agnes Dampke, Benson. Neb.
Marie Gallagher, Rnnkelman, Neb. (Box 12).
Ida May, Central City, Neb.
Vera Cheney, Crelghton, Neb.
Louis Hahn, David Ctty, Neb.
Rhea Fretdell. Dorchester, Neb.
Aleda Bennett. Klgln, Neb.
Eunice Bode, Falls City, Neb.
hel Reed, Fremont. Neb.
Hulda Lundbu'g, Fremont. Neb.
Marlon C'apps. Gibson. Neb.
Marg-uerlte Bartholomerw, Gothenburg, Neb.
Ai.n.i,v.r' We8t Cna:1e Street' u"nd
lmana, Neb.
W' Was Koenlg street. Grand
Island, Neb.
Ella Voea. 407 West Charles street. Grand
Island. Neb.
Irene Costello. 115 West Eighth street,
Grand Island. Neb.
.Tmi. r,iufnn wu.chi.. .1.1
Grand Island, Neb. '
Pauline Schulte, 412 West Fourth street.
urana isiana, iseo.
Marina Murphy, 023
Grand Island. Neb.
East Ninth street.
Hugh Rutt, Leuhara, Neb.
Hester H. Rutt, Leshara, Neb.
a lice Temple, Lexington, Neb.
Ruth Temple, Lexington, Neb.
Anna Nellaon, Lexington, Neb.
Edythe Krelts, Lexington, Neb.
Marjort Temple, Lexington, Neb.
Alice Greesmeyer, 1A46 C St., Lincoln, Neb,
Marian Hamilton. 202 L, St., Lincoln, Neb,
Elsie Hamilton, 202tt I, St., Lincoln, Neb.
Irene Dinner, 2030 L street. Lincoln, Neb,
Husrhle Dinner, ami i street. Lincoln. Nb
Charlotte tfoggs, aw Boutn irteenm street,
Lincoln, Neb.
Mildred Jensen, 708 East Second street,
Fremont, Neb.
Helen Johnson, 834 South Seventeenth
street, Lincoln, Neb.
Althea Myers, 224 North Sixteenth street,
Lincoln. Neb
Ixnilso Stiles, Lyons, Neb.
Estelle McDonald, Lyons, Neb. '
Milton Selser. Nebraska City, Neb.
Harry Crawford, Nebraska City. Neb.
Harvey Crawford, Nebraska City, Neb.
Luelle Hasen. Norfolk, Neb.
Helen Reynolds. Norfolk, Neb
Letha Larkln, So. Sixth St., Norfolk, Neb.
Emm Marquardt Fifth street and Madl-
son avenue, Norfolk, Neb.
Genevieve M. Jones, frorth Loup. Neb.
William Davis, 221 West Third street,
North Platte, Neb
Louise Raa.be, 200 North Nineteenth ave-
nue. Omaha.
Frances Johnson. 928 North Twenty-fifth
avenue. Omaha.
Marguerite Johnson, 933 North Twenty
fifth avenue. Omaha.
Emlle Brown, 2333 Boulevard, - Omaha.
Helen Goodrich. 4010 Nicholas St., Omaha.
Mary Brown. 23s Boulevard. Omaha,
Eva Hendee, 4402 Dodge street, Omaha.
Lillian Wirt. lf Csas street, Omaha.
Lewis Poff, SI 15 Franklin street, Omaha.
Jack Coad, 3718 Farnam street, Omaha.
Bert's and Julia's Good St. Patrick
By Vloreao May.
, T WAS St. Patrlck'a day, and as
Bert and Julia Donlvan went
to school In the morning over
the country road they fell to
talking about the good and
great deeds of St. Patrick. "I
wish St Patrick might have lived during
our time," said Julia.
"It Would be so wonderful to know such
a person. I wish we might have saints
alive as well as dead, for they would do
us so much good."
"We do have them alive as well as
dead." declared Bert, the elder of the, two.
"But, of course, one has to be very very
great and good to become a saint And we
do hare very, very good people living In
every age, though we do not call them
saints. Now, when one saves another's
life, or gives In charity to the poor, one Is
then almost a saint"
"Oh, no!" coreeted Julia. "A very wicked
person mUcut save another's Ufa And,
also, one living a bad Ufa Is often very
charitable. So, you aee, you cannot bear
put your argument. It takes a person very
near to God to be a saint one who cannot
sin." '
"Yes. I guess you are right" agreed
Bert. "But we do have people who are
good In every aense. Still we do not call
them saints."
"I call our mother a saint," said Julia,
In a low and feeling voice. "She does
nothing but good to everybody. And Just
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Bassett Ruf, 1814 Binney street, Omaha.
Juanlta Innea, 2769 Fort street, Omaha.
Meyer Colin, 848 Georgia avenue, Omaha.
Ada Morris, 'MZ Franklin street, Omaha.
Myrtle Jensen, 2D0 Isard street, Omaha.
Orrtn Fisher. 1210 8. Eleventh St., Omaha.
Mildred Erlckson, 1709 Howard St., Omaha.
Oscar Erickson, Ti0i Howard St., Omaha.
Gall Howard. 4722 Capitol avenue, Omaha.
Helen Houck, liiS Lothrop street, Omaha.
Kmerson Goodrich, 4010 Nicholas, Omaha,
Maurice Johnson, 1027 Locust St., Omaha.
Leon Carson, 1124 North Fortieth, Omaha.
Pauline Coad, 3718 Farnam street, Omaha.
Wllma Howard, 4722 Clpltol avenue, Omaha.
Hllah FiBher, 1210 South Eleventh, Omaha.
Mildred Jensen. 2707 Leavenworth. Omaha.
Edna Heden, 2789 Chicago street. Omaha.
Mabel bhelfelt. 4514 North Twenty-fifth
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w"aitVr Johnson,
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2105 North Twentieth
Emma Carruthers, 3211 North Twenty-fifth
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G,r7tS Etma.n, i36 South Thirty
street, Omaha.
eigntn street, umaha.
Leonora Denison, The Albion, Tenth and
rnciuu virruifl, vjinnillt.
Mae Hammond. O'Neill. Neb.
Madg Lanlels. Ord, Neb.
Zola Beddeo, Orleans. Neb.
Agnes Richmond. Orleans. Neb.
Mario Fleming. Osceola, Neb.
Lotta Woods, Pawnee City, Neb.
Karl Perkins, Reddlngton, Neb.
Edna Enls, Stanton, Neb.
Lena Peterson, 2211 Locust St., E. Omaha.
Ina Carney, Sutton, Clay county, Nebraska.
Clara Miller, Utlca, Neb.
Mildred F. Jones, North Loup, Neb.
Alta Wllken. Waco, Neb.
Leo Beckord. Wao. Neb.
Mae Grunke, West Point. Neb.
r.isie rttasny, w liner, Neb.
Frederick Ware, Wlnslde, Neb.
Pauline Parks, Tork, Neb.
Edna. Behllng, York. Neb.
Mary Frederick, York, Neb.
Carrie B. Rartlett. Fontanelle, la
Irene Reynolds, Little Sioux, la.
Ethel Mulholland. Box 71, Malvern, la,
Eleanor Mellor, Malvern, la.
Katherine Mellor, Malvern, Is,
Ruth Robertson, Manilla, la.
Mildred Robertson, Manilla, la.
Margaret B. Wltherow, Thurman, la.
Bertha McF.voy, R. F. D. 8, Box 26, Mis-
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Pearl Barron, Monarch, Wyo.
a""i Ml"1l' ,y0-
Edith Amend. Sheridan, Wyo.
aulln Bqulre, Grand, Okl.
Fred Shelley, 230 Troup street.
Kansas
i ity, mo.
Mury Mcintosh, Sidney, Neh.
Nellie Dledrtck, Sidney, Neb.
Eunice Wright, IS3 North Logan street.
Fremont, Neb.
Carol Simpson, Wllber, Neb.
Phyllis Haag, 632 West Seventeenth street,
York, Neb.
think what she Is to us and our home! I
think such mothers as ours should be
sainted."
"Yes, but you don't find many mothers
ss good as ours," declared Bert.
"That is the way we think," laughed
Julia. "But If we take a vote from the
children at school as to who should be
sainted In our community, why, each child
would vote for his own mother, Just as we
would vote for ours."
Bert had to agree with Julia, and then
the subject was changed. But throughout
the day Julia kept thinking of good St.
Patrick, and wishing that she might meet
with someone who was really and truly a
saint. That evening as she and Bert went
home they decided to stop at the house of
a very poor family to iuqulre after their
health. There were only three in the
family father, mother and young son.
And their llvllhood was gotten from a small
tract of very wretched, sandy soli which
required the tilling of every acre, and
which grew things so stingily. Indeed, It
was said of this family that they suffered
dire want during the winter and early
spring, for their provisions usually gave
out before another crop could be grown.
In response to Bert's tap at the door a
boy's voice called out: "Come in." Bert
and Julia entered the wretched abode and
saw the mother on the bed, very 111. The
father was sitting beside a rusty stove In
which struggled a fire of green wood. The
AND JULIA ENTERED THE! WRETCHED
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Omths Bee.
(First Prixe.)
The Letter Party
By Nellie Dedrlck. Aged 10, Sidney, Neb.
Red Side.
Merna's new tablet had only a few let
ters on It and as soon as It was closed and
locked on the writing desk they began to
jig and waits about.
There was a plate of fudge In there also,
and so Miss H said: "Let us have, a
feast, for here is candy and Just every
thing for It" Nobody heard her as she
made this suggestion to Mrs. P .
"That would be a grand Idea," said Mrs.
p , "and my husband shall help us."
This was voted a good plan, so Mr. and
Mrs. P and Miss H all began to make
preparations for the party.
Where it should be was chosen In one
of the drawers In which was plenty of
room.
The table was mads of a large piece of
fudge.- The room was trimmed with paper
and in the center of the table was a bright
colored pen and In one corner of the room
was another pen with long strips of paper
hanging to the sides of It
The little drawer was all lit up and the
guests straggling in soon the little drawer
was full and "the letter party" begun to
chat and talk. And then Mr. H- - came
and played the piano while the rest
danced. When lunch was ready they all
came to the table and ate fudge. For
punch they had ink, which tasted well to
them.
The pen In the corner with strings hang
ing to It was a Maypole. They were all
dancing merrily when the little housemaid
opened the drawer to dust They all
scampered off, for there by her side was
Miss Merna waiting to get her tablet
(Second Prize.)
The Doughnut Man and. the
Cookie Dog
By Alta Kibler. Aged 12 Years, 717 West
Twenty-first Street, Kearney, Neb.
Blue Side.
The doughnut man and the cookie dog
lived in a cupboard. They were very un
happy, and so would you be if you lived
In a cupboard all your life.
Every time the door of the cupboard was
boy who had Invited them to enter was
preparing a meal over the miserable fire,
and looked up aa bis visitors entered, smil
ing. "Ah, howdy do, Bert and Julia," he
said. And he placed chairs for them beside
the stove. Then speaking to his parents,
he explained: "Mother and father, this is
Bert Donivan, you have heard me talk so
much about, and his slater Julia. They
are schoolmates of mine when I go to
school you know."
Mr. and Mrs. Day (the name of the
family on whom the Donlvan children were
calling) spoke very cordially to Bert and
Julia, and Mrs. Day said: "I hope you
will excuse the unkept appearanoe of our
house. But I am too HI to get about, and
Mr. Day is Just recovering from a serious
'sickness, and the work all falls upon
Patsy. But he is such a good son. I really
cannot tell you how noble he has been
during our trials of the past month."
"Yes, Patsy Is a fine boy," spoke up
Mr. Day, warmly. And he looked lovingly
at his son, who was making some porridge.
Patsy's face flushed from embarrass
ment. "Oh, mother and father only think
I am so great" he laughed. "You must
excuse them for praising me so, for I am
their only olive branch, you see."
"Well, there are very few boys like our
Patsy," said Mrs. Day. "And during his
father's and my Illness he never com
plained once of the work he had to do. He
has been obliged to remain away from
school two weeks, but he has kept up with
his studies Just the same as though he had
attended regularly, for every night after
his work was dons he aat beside the fire
and got his lessons. You see, the teacher
drops In here on his way to the school
house of a morning and laya out Patsy's
ABODE..
opened they could see men, women and
children pasting the window.
One day the door was opened and the
cookie dog saw a man going past followed
by a dog.
"If I were only a real dog," he sighed.
"If I were only a real man," said the
man.
"How foolish to telle this way. Of
course it won't come true and we will be
eaten by those awful children," said the
dog.
"Oh. my lands, how dreadful! Are you
sure we are to be eaten 7" said the man.
"Yes, quite sure," the dog replied,
"I should think they would be afraid to
eat us," the man declared.
"To be sure they should," said ths dog.
"I really would like to be a real dog."
"And I should like to be a real man,"
said the man as he turned away.
That night while they were asleep a
fairy who had heard their conversation
changed them to man and dog.
Soon aftef we see a man coming home,
followed by a dog. These were the dough
nut man and the cookie dog as mortals.
(A true story.)
(Honorable Mention.)
My Pet Canary
By Dorthy Judson, Aged 10 Years. 112
South Thirty-eighth Street Omaha.
Red Side.
I have a little tame canary and I call
him Chickadee.
When I come home from school he will
chirp and chirp for me to let him out of
his cage. Then when I let hltn out he will
fly on my fingers and pick at them. When
I go upstairs to play dolls or school he will
hop up one step at a time.
He plays games with me. He plays hide
and seek and tag. The way we play hide
and seek Is that I run up the stairs and
hide and then he hops upstairs and hunts
for me. When he finds me he will fly
downstairs and chirp. Then I am It Then
I blind my eyes while he hides. After
wbUe I go and look for him.
One day I could not find him anywhere.
I called Chickadee, but could not find him.
Finally I heard a chirp. I went toward
the bath room; then I heard another chirp.
I went In there and looked all over. The
door was open in the medicine chest and I
thought I would close It Than when I
started to, there I saw Chickadee sitting
on a bottle of medicine.
I like Chickadee very much.
A Rose and a Violet
By Elizabeth Wright, Aged 13 Years. 1322
South Thirty-fifth Avenue, Omaha
Red Side.
One beautiful summer day in a beautiful
old-fashioned garden there was a. roe and
a violet grow;Ing side by aide. They got to
quarreling about who was the prettiest and
sweetest The rose said she was the big
gest and prettiest because people wanted
her in their garden the most, and also peo
ple that like flowers give roses to their
sweethearts. Then the little violet said
lessons for the day. And it has been such
en encouragement to the boy to have the
teacher take such an Interest In Mm. Oh,
he has such a trial waiting on two sick
folks, and all alone."
"Yes, and he has had the wood to cut,
and the cows to milk, and the horse to
feed and car for, and the chickens to
tend. In fact he has had his hands more
than full," said Mr. Day, adding; his praise
of Patsy to that of his wife. "Really, If
anyone had told me that the boy could ac
complish -so much, and do it so cheerfully
and so well, I would not have believed It.
Ha has really aaved 'my life, for he went
to aee the doctor regarding me, told him
all my symptoms we couldn't afford to
have the doctor come out here and got
some medicine. Well, the doctor said It
was absolutely necessary for me to have
the medicine given every hour for the first
twenty-four hours, and after that every
two hours till the pain subsided and the
fever fell. Bo what did this boy of mine
do 7 Why, he sat up all night his eyes on
the clock, and on the very minute my medi
cine was given me. And all the next day
the same-wlthout sleepl Well, on the seo
ond night his mother who was very HI,
but who could get up and about occa
sionallyforced him to go to bed and aleep,
and she gave me my medicine. But Patsy
was up before dawn, and at work cutting
wood, for we were about out of fuel when
I took down on my back. Oh, I shall never
be able to tell you what this boy of ours
haa done for us. He is the noblest of God's
creatures."
The feeble man's voice shook with emo
tion and he wiped moisture from his eyes.
"I bless the day Patrick was born," he
added.
"Patrick!" sxclaimed Julia. "Is Patsy's
name really and truly Patrick?" And she
ooked Inquiringly first at Mr. Day and
then at Mrs. Day.
"Yes, of course, he is our dear Patrick,"
replied Mrs. Day.
"Didn't you know that Patsy is only a
pet name for Patrick T"
"Well, I had never thought about his
being really and truly Patrick," said Julia.
"I am so glad that is his name, though."
Bert laughed outright. "Sister Is look
ing for a St. Patrick today," he explained.
"And I guess she has found him. I'll agree
that Patsy is as near a saint as live chil
dren ever get to be. He la certainly a joy
to his parents, and all us kids at achool
swear by him, he's so reliable and kind
heal ted. I say he's a brick."
"And I say he's St. Patrick the second,"
said Julia, Then she got up and took the
spoon from Patrick. "Here, let me stir
your porridge," she said in a sisterly way.
"You have had so much to do that a little
rest won't hurt you. Pleas alt down and
talk with Bart, for I mean to stay her
and prepare your supper. Bert will cut
some wood for ou, carry it into the shed,
and then we'll huve to run on home. But
we'll tell mamma how 111 your father and
mother have been and tomorrow mamma
will be there with a basket of things for
siok people. Mamma is a saint, you know.
And one saint always wants to help an
other saint when In trouble."
In spite of his protest Patsy was forced
she did not mean to brag, but she was the
daintiest and prettiest, and if It were not
for her, children would not go out Into the
woods looking for flowers, Also ladles
wore them on their coats. With that they
turned away from each other. But the
rose was sorry to lose such a nice friend
as the violet, but she could not help It.
One day a little girl came and picked thorn.
Just the big rose and the little vlnlct. That
was all the rose could stand.' She turned
around and said: "We are both equal, be
cause she has picked us both." And as
long as they Hve4 they were very good
friends.
The History of a Penny
By Ruth Klrschteln. Aged 11 Yearn, J001
Grand Avenue, Omaha. Red Side.
I am an old dull penny. I was born
on the shores of Lake Superior and was
only a bit of copper.
I will not stop to tell you why and
how I left my home, and of several
Journeys I took before I finally reached
a bl building. In which there were big
black things with tongues In them, which
heard a man call "fire." They poked
me into one of the big black things called
"a furnace," and shut me in. In a little
while they took me out, but I was so
weak , by that time, that I couldn't stand
u. After my temper had cooled a little
bit they put me into a funny little thing
with words and an Indian's head on it,
and set a great heavy thing on me. . I
was almost squeezed to death, but when
they took me out I had a form, and
I was beautiful and bright. Instead of
being called "Sonny Copper," I now was
called "Mr. Penny."
After I had been made a penny, I, with
other pennies was taken to a bank In
Omaha, Neb., and I lived there for about
a month.
From there I was taken to a nice
big store called Thompson Sc Belden. I
was very happy there, but one day a
young lady came to have 85.00 changed.
I was taken out with other coins and
laid In a aoft clean hand. She seemed
to like me, for she picked me up and
looked at me. Then ahe slipped me Into
a handsome handbag;. But I did not stay
there very long for she was going away
on the train and wanted to get the Omaha
Bee to read. So she gave me to the
little paper boy and went away.
I was very sorry for I liked her, and
I did not like my present owner, because
he bad dirty hands. He was delighted to
have a penny, a new one too, and ran
home to show ma to his sick mother. He
put me Into a tin can with a few other
pennies.. What a contrast this was to
the nice, airy store building that I had
Just left! Before long I was taken out
of the oan and the little paper boy put me
Into bis ragged pocket He said he was
going to get a atlck of candy. But the
pocket in which I was put. happened to
have a hole in It and before my little
owner was half way to the store, I was
lying In the street gutter.
I lay there all night and in the mofn
lng I was awakened by the sound of
something rushing. I looked up and there
were the street cleaner forcing water
down the street I was soon tossed onto
the curb a little brighter, but still not
clean, for my night In the gutter had
made me muddy. In about an hour a little
girl on her way to school came along
and saw me shining out there on the
curb. She Immediately ran and got ma.
I knew ahe was a nice little girl, because
her chubby little hands were very clean
and soft and -her nails were neat But no
sooner had she picked me up than she put
ma into her mouth. I knew her little
pearly teeth could do no harm to me, but
I was afraid that all I had been through,
I might do her some harm. I was not
mistaken for quit awhile afterward, I
to surrender the porridge spoon and sat
down beside his mother's bed. Bert ran
out to the woodpile and soon the ax and
the saw were busy. And after he had
gotten a big box of fuel ready for the Stove
and Julia had finished preparing the fru
gal meal, they had to say goodby and de
part for home. On their way thither, Ju
lia said: "I am not Joking when I say that
Patsy Day is really and truly a saint He's
the best boy In the world except you,
Bert"
Bert roared with laughter. "I make no
pretense of being a saint, sister, but I
agree with you that if there la a saint on
earth besides our mother, of course It's
that Patsy Day. And to think hi name is
Patrick, tool And we discovered his saint
life qualities and his real name on good
St. Patrick's day. It s remarkable."
"Yes, and I am ao glad we stopped at
the Day's house, for tomorrow mamma
and papa will go over there and carry some
provisions to the poor, dear people. They
are so patient, so gentle and so kind," she
added. "And Patsy deserves all the help
w can give him."
"Yes, we'll stop there every evening
after school and Co their one res till Mr.
and Mrs. Day are ntirty well and strong.
And It will be company to them, too, and
Patsy will feel less lonely during the long
day when he knows we are coming In th
evening. It make me very glad to be able
to do some good ror such deserving peo
ple." Then Bert and Julia hurried on in
silence.
Jimmy-Boy
LITTLK Jimmy sits a nodding
At the cupper table;
He's eaten all the goody-thing
That he, poor child, was able. (
And Papa smiles at Jimmy-Boy;
And Mamma strokes bis head.
Then Papa gently lifts him up
And takes him off to bed.
Ik I toted.
Evening
WHEN dear Little Boy,
And dear Little Girl.
Are ready for bed,
know,
In the snug coxy corner
Tbey sit with Mamma,
Who tells them a story, so low.
you
She tells them of fairies 1
Who live in the clouds.
And who can fly through the air;
And after she's through
They're almost asleep,
And then it is time for their prayer.
So down on their knees
Go the two Little Ones,
And feelingly pray to their God
To keep them through night
Till the next morning's light,
Then they go to th sweet Land of
Nod.
heard that th little girf, was sick with the
same disease that the paper boy's mother
had, and I think she got it from putting
mo Into her mouth. The little girl took
me to her home after school and gave me
to her mother. I knew that her mother
was a lady for although her dress was
old and faded and her hands showed
signs of work, still, they were absolutely
clean and well kept
I passed through very many hands after
that but finally I came to a woman,
who was very wealthy, but I knew ahe
svas not a lady, for her hands were
often soiled, and always loaded with rings
which scratohed ma. Very soon after I
came to her, she went to visit a friend In
Michigan. While ah was there the friend
took her out on Lake 8uperlof and I fell
into the water. Finally I was washed
ashore and to my delight I found that
I wa back In my old home.
I ana old and dull now, but I am very
happy. I had learned many things, while
I was among man, but one thing that I
never forget was that It Is dangerous to
put coins in th mouth, and another thing
is that person may be Judged by his
hands. .
Discovery of Coal in America
By Fern Everitt Aged 12 Years, 621 West
Twenty-first street, Kearney, Neb.
Blue Side.
Many years ago people used wood for
their fires in America. Coal was used a
little In England to run their factories,
but little was used In the home.
One day a trapper was out camping. He
had been out for several daya with a few
other men. They were far away from
any timber.
On the seventh day their provisions were
getting so low that the bravest started
out, saying: "I will not return until I
have found something that will be fit for
us to eat"
The following day ha was about dis
tressed. He had not found a thing and,
besides, he had lost his way. That even
ing he went on, not atopplng for the cold.
Finally he tame upon some small black
pieces of hard lumps. He stepped on one
of them and It broke In two.
Inside of this It looked grainy and shone
like diamonds. He picked them up, think
ing they might be Some value, but, before
ha went away, he mad sure of th place.
The following day he reached the city
about 5 o'clock, and was much surprised
when, after going to a small shop, he was
told that it was soft coal he had found.
That night he was not too excited to
remember his poor friends, who by this
time must surely be starving.
Before he started the next day he ordered
a good aupply of food, which was received
Just In time. Its went with the men to
where he had found the coal. It proved
to be a great coal mine.
After this he became one of th most
popular men in tbe city, for the coal rain
was being worked dally. Several other
coal mines have been found, but none
proved quit as valuable as this one.
Catherine's Reward
By Helen L. Clark. Aged 10 Years, 118
North Twenty-third Street, Kouth
Omaha, Neb. Blue Side.
Catherine had been very good all morn
ing. She had helped her mother iron,
she had swept the house and was very
tired, so she thought she would go out
In the hammock and read her new fairy
book. But She had scarcely opened the
book when she saw the most beautiful
fairy anyone could Imagine. She held In
her jWnd a long wand. Slie said to Cath
erine: "I have been watching- you all
morning and have seen how hard you
have helped your mother. So I am going
to reward you. Tell me what you want
most of all and It shall be granted." "Oh,
thank you," said Catherine. "Are you
going back to Fairyland soon?" "Yes,"
said the fairy. "Will you take me with
you?" "Granted," said the fairy, then,
to Catherine's surprise, she was only about
three Inches tall. Then the fairy raised
her wand to the sky and fried. "Snow
flake, Darling." presently two beautiful
white ponies flew down from ths sky,
drawing a beautiful diamond chariot.
"Hop In," said the fairy. Catherine
stepped In; then they wnt up. up until
the came to a beautiful diamond palace.
"This Is the Fairy Queen's palace. We
Shall visit hers first. Then we shall go
to the Sapphire palace and sea the rest of
the fairies."
Now they were In the Queen's palace.
She was even more beautiful than the
fairy that had brought Catherine to the
palace. There they staved a lonartlm until
the fairy said. "Goodby. Queen, w shall
call again. Come, Catherine, we will go
to the Sapphire palace, wher th rest of
the fairies live."
Hut, Just as they were getting Into th
rhnriot again. Catherine heard her mother
call her: "Wake tip. Catherine. Marie, has
com over to play with you." 'Then Cath
erine told her playmate her splendid trip
to Fairyland.
Delia's Dream
By Virginia White. Aged Tears, Sod
Jackson Street, Omaha. Blue Fide.
Leila was a little girl who lived near
the lake. She wna a queer little girl. 8h
liked to play she was a fairy.
So on afternoon It was real hot and
Delia got a book and went out In th
woods. All of a sudden a fairy stood be
fore her. "Our queen commands you to
come to fairyland," said the fairy. "But
I am too large," said Delia. With a touch
of her wand Delia was changed Into a
fairy, "Follow me," said th fairy and
Delia followed her to a dainty rose leaf,
drawn by two moths. Delia stepped Into It
and they were soon In fairyland. The
queen was dressed In a white illy leaf
and crown. They were Just going to dance
when Delia woke up.
"Oh!" said Delia, Jumping up, "I wish
fairies were real."
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The Gold Nugget
By Claud Frlmaun. Aged 13 Years, Chap
man, Neb. Red Hide.
Once there lived a boy and girl, whose
names were Brown. The boy's name was
Harry and the girl's name was May. Their
father and mother were dead. They lived
In a little two-roomed house that the
father, and mother had left them. Harry
was 15 years old and Mary waa 14 years
old. Harry sold papers Slid May kept
house for them. The winter cam and
Harry had to go to the wooda to get
wood to burn. He had been going about
two weeks, when one Saturday he started
out to get wood on a little sled ha made.
He was going along In the woods, when
he came to an old tree with a big- hole
In It. He thought that maybe ther was
a rabbit In th hole. He took his ax and
started to chop, all at once he struck
something hard, he kept digging and dug
out a srold nugget which tome on had
hidden there. He took It home and sold
It for $10,000. Harry and his sister May,
moved Into a nice house and lived happy
ever after.
A Queer Ride
By Carol Simpson, Aged 10 Years, WIrber.
Neh. Red Side.
Lily was visiting grandma's farm, and
ahe waa delighted In everything ah saw.
Ther was Buttercup, the eow, and, beat
of all, old Peg, the cat had five Httl kit
tens. One was white, one was mattes
and two others were tiger, while on was
like his mother, white and black.
Now, back of tbe farm was a brook, and
Lily loved to sail chestnut burrs on It Sh
would ait for a long time, holding th kit
tens and sailing "boats."
On day ah waa sailing "boats' when
sha thought ahe would Ilk to give th kit
tena a ride, so she found a board and put
It In the brook. Then ah sat th kitten
on It, but they did not Ilk th water very
well. Pretty soon the board began ta
float Lily could not atop It, so sh began
to scream. Grandpa heard her, and, called
and asked her what the matter was. When
he saw the kittens he said: "WeM, I de
clare! I'll soon get 'em out of that" Sh
got a stick which he had told her to and
it had a hook on the end of It He got th
klttena out
Lily began hugging them, but sh never
tried to give the kittens a rid Ilk that
again.
Little Anna's Visit to Fairyland
By Helen Weeden. Aged 18 Years, 3.'14
North Twenty-fifth Street, Omaha.
Blue Side.
It was snowing hard, and little Anna was
very cold. Under one arm she carried a
box of shoe strings that she was selling.
It was dark and she had aold few shoe
strings that day. She knew she must not
go back to her home without having sold
all of her shoestrings, beoaus th woman
who kept her would whip her and send her
to bed without her supper.
So Anna sat down on a door step to rest
AH at one a vary large anowflake fell on
her cheek. It rested there a minute, then
turned Into a beautiful fairy, who asked
Ann If she would like to go to fairyland
with her for supper and to get warm.
Anna said she would gladly go, for sh
was very oold and hungry, too.
The fairy then waved her wand over a
very large flake near her and it became
a beautiful coach. Then she touched six
smaller flakes and they became birds to
draw the coach. When all waa ready, the
fairy bade Anna get In, but she said
she waa afraid she would soil the beauti
ful coach with her dirty feet. .
Th fairy then waved her wand over
Anna and she found herself dressed from
head to foot In lovely warm ermine robea
When they were seated the fairy blew a
tiny silver whistle which hung on a chain
around her neck and th coach was off
for fairyland.
Marian's Birthday
By KneM Llndbnrg, Aged B Years, Fifty
fourth and Charles, Omaha, Neb.
Red side.
Marian's birthday was the 28th of Keb
uary, the lost day of the month. She was
very happy.
Her mother was busy all morning clean
ing up and baking a cuke. Marian helped
her sweep and do all the things she could,
and she got some flowers to put Into her
room.
While her mother was baking the things
Marian came and told that there was
somebody at the door. While she was
at the door talking, she had left the cake
in the oven and it all burnt up. Marian
cried. "The cake Is burning up.." But
It was too late so she had to make an
other on
The cake was done, and she put nine
candles In It. because she was 9 years o!d.
Then she wrote her name below It and
wrote nine. It waa written with white
frosting.
After dinner she hurried and put on her
new white dress. The company soon came,
and she entertained them very well and
told them about ths burnt cake.
When It was time to eat they all sat
up to thtt table, and ate the things that
Marian's mother had prepared. They ali
enjnyd the party very much. J
When 6 o'clock came every one went
home feeling that tlny had had a nlc
time. Marian was sorry that th children
had to go, but she knew that their fathers
and mothers were waiting for them.
Next day sh played with her presents
and had very much fun with them, play
trig hou.
