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Vesta Taylor of Weeping Water, Neb., is a new Busy Bee today, who
joins the Red side.
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Little Stories by Little, Folk
(First Prize.)
A Day's Excursion.
By Luclle Lathrop, S!15 Davenport Street,
Omaha, Aged 18 Tears. Red Side.
One day, while camping in Colorado, it
party of us were invited to visit a
miner's shack.'
So .Quite early the next morning we
started out. We went along a road
which crossed a brook several times, and
going across one place where it had
overflowed, on logs, one of our party
fell in.
Reaching the miner's shack we sat
down to rest and look about us. Acros
tho brook, pne could see Lone Star, a
mountain In which many mines were sit
uated. On the other side, one saw more
mountains. Looking east and west one
saw long, seemingly unending canyons.
The shack itself had but one room, in
which all of the miners' belongings were
kept.
He told us a little of his life there
and then we helped him prepare the
luncheon. We had sandwiches, salad,
rolls, baked beans, salmon, coffee, pie,
cookies and blueberries.
After that we walked down the canyons
picking blueberries with our own hands.
Then the miner showed us ore from his
mine and took us up Lone Star to visit
it. The mine was dug nearly straight
through the' mountain, not down" in lu
We were pushed in the mine In little
square cars, with the water dripping on
us from the roof all of the. time.
The gold was In a kind of a black ore
and mixed with a little copper. We had
to hold our candles up high to look at it.
As we went out, the miner showed us
a place where there were several sticks
of dynamite, and we hurried past, very
quickly'. .
Going back to the shack we picked
up our things and started home. The
miner took us a ways, and we walked
down the track along which he Bent his
ore to the tdwn. Soon we left him, say
ing that we had had a most delightful
and interesting time.
(Second Prise.)
. . . My Dog,.Tobe.
By Leona B. Johnston, Aged 10 Tears,
2563 Evans Street, Omaha. Blue Side.
My dog, Tobe was 1 year old in May.
He is a large, White bulldog, his breed
being terrlor bull, with a clipped tail,
black ears, black cheeks. He was born
on a large farm in Iowa.-
Tobe's brother came down the other
day to see him. He can't remember his
brothers and sisters, so the first thing
he did, was to start a fight My father
grabbed Tobe by the nostrils so he
gasped for breath and in that way he
got them to stop fighting. Wasn't Tobe
nice to his guest?
Tobe sleeps down in the cellar in the
wheelbarrow on a - large mattress. We
cover him up with quilts. I hope my-,
story will be read and published by the
members of the hive.
(Honorable Mention.)
Morton Park.
By Mildred White, Aged 11 Tears, 6004
Chicago Street, Dundee. Red Side.
About one month ago I went to visit
friends in Nebraska City. One of the
most pleasant days I spent while I was
there was at Morton park. To make a
long story short, Morton park gets its
name from Sterling Morton, the origi
nator of Arbor day. Part of this park is
still retained as a private residence, while
the balance Sterling -Morton gave to the
city as a public park.
While I was there all the churches gave
a united picnic at this park. As my
my friend's mother put up a very appe
churches theme, they decided to go. So
my frield's mother put up a very appe
tizing lunch. As there are no cars in
this small city, we started out to walk.
We did not mind walking at all, a the
roads are very picturesque through the
shady lanes and over hills and vales.
At last we arrived at our destination.
We placed our lunch on a platform which
was built for that purpose. Then such
fun! Quick as a flash we spied a swing
which was put up on a tall tree. There
was a man who did the swinging and a
crowd of eager-faced children standing
around him, all waiting breathlessly for
their turn to come. At last my turn
came. In a minute I was off, swinging
over the gully, for the swing was so con
structed that it would taki yea clear
across the gully and back again.
After my friend and I had both had a
ride on the swing we both began to feel
hungry, so we went back for our lunch.
We then strolled around to find a suit
able place to eat For the first time I
realized what beautiful scenery , sur
rounded us. One tree in particular at
tracted my attention. This was an elm
gracefully bowing and bending in the
summer breeze.
At last we discovered a place that all of
us considered excellent, so we spread the
tablecloth, seated ourselves on the lawn
and were just ready to eat when we
found that we had no water. So my friend
and I took the pail and hurried down to
where the water was. We passed a monu
ment of Sterling Morton and also many
beautiful birds and flowers. The park
Is certainly laid out very tastefully.
At last we arrived at the well. We
got the water and were soon back again,
seated on the lawn smacking our Hps at
the good eatables. Even the common
place water tasted unusually good. While
we were eating, my friend's mother men
tioned the pine grove. She said that we
would walk over there and stay for per
haps about an tour. Aa I am quits a
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nature student the name pine grove both
startled and interested me.
The delightful lunch was soon over, and
before we knew It we were on the road
to the pine grove. On inquiring where
the pine grove was located, I was told
that it was in the part which is used as
a residence. At last we were there. It
was a long walk, but the sight which
met our eyes paid us well for the walk
ing we did.
In my anxiety to make you see the
beautiful picture which met our eyes I
almost forgot to tell you that this part
of the park is called Arbor lodge. As
we stood there gazing at the beautiful
grounds, we saw many things. There
waa a strong brick wall built around the
grounds, with a large gateway In the
center.
Finally we found ourselves in a beauti
ful place. There were all species of trees
and flowers. The beautiful grass looked
like a carpet of green velvet As we
walked slowly on we saw a handsome
house built of stone, with four huge col
umns on the porch. Some of the sons
of Sterling Morton reside there in the
summer.
But we were nearlng tbpine grove. In
a few minutes we came to an arch large
enough for one person to enter at a time.
We found ourselves in almost total dark
ness. This was the pine grove. There
were benches strewn here and there for
passersby to rest themselves on. We
found a bench long enough for all of us
to sit on. There were pine needles cov
ering entirely the ground. We took off
our shoes and stockings and laid down
on the Eoft bed of pine .needles. As I
looked up into the trees I noticed a gap
in them where the sunlight was trying
to peep through. I felt Just like a story
book girl in Fairyland.
Finally my friend's mother said she
must go, but that we might stay and go
home in the carryall. So she bade us
goodbye and went home. We decided to
look around elsewhere in Arbor lodge.
So we got a drink from a nearby
hydrant
We then started out, till we came to
some flower gardens. There were red
roses and white roses growing on the
same bush. These were grafted. We saw
a pond, which looked like glass, so clear
and still was its water. There were
pond lilies of all shades and hues.
And walking still further, we decided
to go home. So we walked to where the
carryall was to come. But, alas, we had
tarried- too long, the carryall had gone.
So we strted to walk home. We stopped
to rest, and was Just going to resume
our walking when we saw a carriage.
My friend knew the lady that was driv
ing and who owned the carriage. So
consequently when she offered to take us
borne, we accepted very gratefully. We
both thought we had had a very pleasant
and adventurous day. Don't you?
Trip in an Automobile.
By Vesta Taylor, Aged 12 Tears, Weep
ing Water Neb. Red Side.
We started about 9 o'clock in the morn
ing. There were six altogether. There
were my cousin, grandma, mamma,
papa, brother and I. '
W took our lunch and ate under a
tree.
We went to Elmwood, from there to
Eagle and there we stopped to visit a
little while. Then we went to Alvo,
Murdock and Manly.
We had a nice ride. In the morning
It was nice and cool, but it got hotter
in the afternoon. We got home about
t o'clock. We went about fifty miles.
We were tired when we got home. This
la a true story and I hope my letter will
escape the waste basket
A Visit to Manawa.
By Alfred Mayer, 603 South Twenty-ninth
Street Red Side.
I know that nearly -every person in
Omaha, Council Bluffs and all suburbs
have either been to Lake Manawa or
have lived there.
But most people go out there to spend
the day. And in doing so they find that
nothing would please them better than
to spend the whole vacation on the beau
tiful lake shore, swimming aud boating.
But I am getting off my story, so I
must tell you about my experiences. We
start from Nineteenth and Farnam
and take the car that goes direct to
Manawa. As we go over the Douglas
street bridge we hear many "Ahs" and
"Ohs" and in some parts of the car there
Ire babies who think we will never reach
the other side which will bring us into
the state of Iowa. When we have crossed
the bridge we go for a few miles through
tracts of ground with trees on every side
of us. Before we know It wo are coming
Into the suburbs of Council W Cfs. Ws
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keep on going until we reach tha Bur
llngton station. From there on we stop
only a few times until we reach Manawa,
We go inside the gate and walk down
to the pavilion, get our tickets and as
soon as the launoh comes, get into it
When we are about half way across the
lake a private launch shoots by us and
it seems as though it was going about
fifty miles an hour- but It is not going
more than half. When we reach the
Kursall we get bathing suits and go out
in the lake. When we first get into the
water it seems very oold, but when we
get Into the middle of the lake it Is very
nice and warm. AH the while we stay
In we enjoy it immensely.
When we are through bathing we go up
stairs and watch tke bathers who are
still in the watet. Many of them are go
ing down the chute while others are on
the platform ready to make a dive.
When we see the launch coming we go
downstairs and join the crowd who are
ready to get on the launch to go back
to 'the pavilion. It does not take us long
to get over on the other side.
When we get out of the boat our first
thoughts are about supper so we go over
to the table, spread our lunch and'
start la.
When we ar through eating we go over
to the skating rink for an hour. When
the music strikes soma familiar piece we
seem to fly through the air we like it
so much. After a while we go over and
watch the moving pictures. When it is
all over we are very glad for we are
all very tiredi' We took the car home
and that is all I remember.
strrtched across the room and the pack
ages tied to it by means of strings of
various lengths. The players are blind
folded, one at a time, and provided with
a pair of scissors, with which to clip a
bundle from the string. To avoid possi
bilities of accident it Is best to use blunt
scissors in playing this game.
The Maple Limb.
By Thelma Fredericks, Aged 13 Tears,
322 East Fifth Street, Grand Island,
Neb. Red Side.
Once I was a little limb growing out
from the mother tree.
When the winter came the cold winds
from the north chilled me through and
through and I thought I should surely
die from the cold.
But I kept up close to the mother trunk
all the time and after a while the winds
changed to the south.
The warm breeze warmed me and I
grew and grew until I waa quite large.
One day I heard some little children in
the yard talking and searching for
a limb upon which to fasten a swing.
I had often wondered why I grew out
so straight and strong quite unlike the
other branches.
As the children talked I hoped they
would look at me for It occurred to me
that maybe I would do for the swing.
After a little while a little boy came
right under me.
He at last saw me and said: "Oh here.
is a fine one."
Then a woman and girl came where I
was.
After a while one end of a rope waa
fastened to me and then the other mak
ing a long loop that reached way down
nearly to the ground and then they
placed a, board in the loop.
I wondered what was going to happen
now but I soon found out A little boy
got on the board and pushed the rope
to and fro with his feet Oh Joy! They
have made, a swing. After he got out
other children came laughing and clap
ping their hands to think of such a nice
place to play and all had a very happy
time. Now for two summers I have made
the children happy in the house near by
me, and not only them but children from
all around. And even young men have
swung and looking up have said what a
nice strong branch this la and what a
fins place for a swing.
One day the board broke . and then
they had to get a new board. '
I am so glad to have made so many
people happy, and I hope t may live
long to make the children happy many
summers.
The Clipping Game.
A variation of the familiar grab bag
and Jack Horner pie parties, of which
children, and sometimes grown-ups, too,
are so fond. Is the "clipping party."
The small' gifts that are to be used are
wrapped up mysteriously and a cord is
My First Letter.
By Vesta Taylor. Aged t3 Tears. Weep
ing Water, Neb.
Dear Editor:
I have not written yet, so I will do
so now. I read the Busy Bees' page
every Sunday and enjoy it very much.
I will be In the seventh grade, when
school starts. I . hope my letter wjli
escape the waste basket
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Two Noses.
Cross the second finger tightly over the
first finger Then as the fingers are
crossed straddle the two finger ends so as
to catch the bridge of tha nose in be
tween the two fingers close to the cross
ing. Move the grossed pair of fingers
along the bridge, and you will think that
you have two noses.
Beginner's Letter. ...
By Harriet Roaewafer. Aged 7 Tears, 9
Months, SB2S Farnam Street, Omaha.
Pear Busv Bees:
I have never written a letter before.
I have a cute little brother who la 34
years old. I know how to make lace and
am making some. I spend a lot of my
time with my dolls. I have three of
them. I go to Columbian school and am
In the third grade.
Tour Interested reader,
H. L. R.
The Smart Little Bear.
Teacher Bruin said. "Cub, bear In mind,
Licking ink from your pen's not refined,
And eating blotting paper
Is another bad caper"
"Not," said the Cub, "when I'm ink
lined." -St NlohoUs.
Student Tramps.
One of the pleasant features connected
with sohool life in Europe is the summer
vacation tramp that many boys take in
company with a favorite teacher or older
companion. Half a dozen boys, say, start
out with no luggage but what they can
carry on their backs, and make a walk
ing tour of Holland, or oertain parts of
France or Germany. They see the coun
try in a much more intimate wy than
they would if they patronised a quicker
means of qonveyaace, and while they do
not cover nearly so much territory, the
genuine satisfaction and knowledge are
greater than if they slipped through by
train or motor car.
A girls' school In Connecticut has
adopted the foreign Idea to a certain ex
tent The girls walk, using no ether means
of conveyance, but the knapsack; of the
foreign bey student has become a wagon
loaded with provisions that precedes) them
and stops at certain places for meals,
which the young women themselves pre
pare. Unfortunately, most Americana know
nothing of the delights of walking long
distances like this, and living out ot
doors, gipsy fashion. When one knows
how to walk on such trampa and tnia
"how" Is a most important feature of
suoh a tour There la no greater pleasure
than such a trip through Interesting coun
try. Enigmatical Aria.
t The ant that la always ready to help
others is the assistant
1 Tha ant that is always making a big
noise and bluster Is blatant
S. The ant thai is a good swimmer la
buoyant.
1 The ants that like te hide themselves
in cakes are currants.
S. The ant that Is marked by Its re
finement and grace is elegant
t. The ant that Is noted for its sise and
strength Is the elephant
7. The ants that are mostly found in
shops are merchants.
t. The ant that Is a great biter is
mordant
0. The ant that likes to show oft what
he knows Is a pedant
10. Tha ant that always looks well with
diamonds on it is a pendant
11. The ant that is usually found at the
top of a mast is a pennant
1Z The ant that Is always sorry for
what he does is repentant
IS. The ant that people look for when
they are hungry Is a restaurant
14. The ant that Is always taksn along
by sailing masters 1s a' sextant
IB. The ant that Is a great flatterer and
toady is a sycophant.
18. The ant that shines most among
others Is brilliant '
Back the Indian-Game.
Two captains are chosen, and eadh cap
tain then chooses alternately the remain
ing company until two long lines art
formed. They face each other, holding
hands tightly. One captain calls the
name of one of his strongest boys, and
this boy runs and hurls himself between
two boys of the opposing side. If he suc
ceeds In breaking through, tie takes back
wlQi him to his own' side all the boya on
the line below the place he broke through.
If he is unsuccessful, he must Join the
enemy's side. This Is kept up, eaoh side
taking a turn, until all the boys are on
one side, the captain Included.
The strongest boys should be stationed
near the top of the line, near the cap
tain, and atratagem Is shown in trying
to catch the strong boys off their guard,
by pretending to tackle the weak boys at
the bottom of the line. Woman's Home
Companion.
Japanese Tag.
When a player is tagged, he must place
lils left hand on the spot tagged and
keep it there until he has caught some
other boy or girl. The game works out
in this way:. The one who la "It" en
deavors to tag a runner on the knee or
foot, so that his efforts to tag anyone
else with his hand on that part of the
body will be awkward and amusing.
Woman's Home Companion.
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