THE OMAITA SUNDAY BEE: MAKOTT 2, 1913.
The Busy Bees
OTH1NG is more to bo admired In a boy or rIxI than klndnosa I
nnd thnnchf fnlnnoo nf t.t t.i...i.. 1
N
nnd thoughtfulness of
are found among thoso
for them to the best of our ability. On tbo cold winter days,
when the ground is covered with snow, animals aro in need
of food, and when the warm days of summer come they need
water these are the times when boys and girls can help
them. It is always nice to read tho stories written by the Busy Decs, tell
ing of some incident when a poor creature has boon given care. Olga
Anderson has written a very nice story this week, telling of tho care given
a pony that had grown old. It shows tho sweet side of this little girl's
nature to tell of this friend of hers. Hear us each day we can seo poor
animals that need the care of some kind person. A kind word or action
Is as greatly appreciated by animals as by persons, and we should never
lose an opportunity to make life a little easlor for these near neighbors of
ours.
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Little Stories
(First Prize.)
Duke.
Bv Olga Anderson. Shelbv, Neb.
Blue Bide.
I am going to tell you about Duke.
You may think I mean the kind of a
duke like you seo In the comic section
of tho Omaha Sunday Bee, but this Is
not the kind of a duko I mean.
Duko Is not a boy, or a girl, or a man,
or a woman. No, not In the world.
Nothing but a good, loving, gentle pony.
He has brown hair and eyes and the let
ters "O X" one one of his hips.
He was my Uncle Boy's pony. My
uncle Boy sold him to a man who prom
ised to take good care of Duke and not
treat him mean. Years past and one day
as my Grandma Anderson was walking
on a certain street In Lincoln; what do
you think she saw? She saw a pony In
the road pulling a heavy delivery wagon
almost skin and bones and she recog
nized him, aa being Duke by the tetters
"O X" on one of his hips.
Grandma went to the owner of Duke,
but It was a different one from that
which Uncle Boy sold Duke too.
Grandma loved Duke and felt sorry for
him and so bought him. She sent him to
the Stromsburg farm, where he Is now.
The present life of Duke Is a happy one.
No work, no worry, no cares. He Is with
many other horses and 1b having a happy
.life. I have much fun riding on his back
.when I go to the farm.
, (Second Prlzce.
Snowball.
By Clarence Mitchell, Aged 10 Years, Bel
grade, Neb. Blue Side.
Mew, mew! camo a soft little cry from
the porch by the dining room door.
Minnie Vine, In the room alone, eating
her breakfast, dropped her spoonful of
bread and milk back Into her mug and
listened. A little louder came the cry,
"Mem, mew, mow!"
Then Minnie ran and opened the door
nnd caught up In her arms the little kit
ten she found there.- It stopped crying
and curled down In her arms. Mlnnlo
ran to her mamma and asked her If she
might keen the kitty for her own.
Mamma said she thought it wbb a little
runaway, but she might keep It until
she found the owner.
"Well, mamma, I want to give It some
breakfast and name It," said Minnie.
"What will you name It?" asked
mamma.'
"It was so white It looked like a little
snowball when I first saw It, and I think
Snowball would be a pretty name."
For three days Minnie kept the kitten.
She was sitting by the fire rocking
Snowbnlland was beginning to think It
waa her own. when somebody knocked
at the door. She went to open It, still
holding the kitty In her arms, A little
hoy stood there, who said, "I heard my
kitty was here, so I came after It."
"But are you sure It Is yours?" asked1
Minnie,"
"Yes, I am sure, and I want it.."
She thrust it Into the boy's hands,
saying, "Good-bye, my poor little Snow
ball." The next morning when Minnie came
Into the dining room she heard the same
little kitten. Opening the door, there was
her dear little Snowball.
But mamma said, "When It's owner
comes after It again perhaps he will sell
It to you."
When the owner came again she said,
"I will buy It If you will sell It."
"Well," he ald. after a little while,
you may have It for 10 cents."
"Please give blm .more, mamma," said
Minnie, and her mamma handed the de
lighted boy a 25-cent piece.
"You are worth a great deal more than
that," said Minnie. Snowball looked up
nt her and purred softly, as It It would
say it knew that Minnie was right.
(Honorable Mention.)
Her First Story.
Jiy Blanche Johnson, Aged 13 Years, 2531
Cass Street, Omaha. Bed Side,
"No answer to my letter today," sighed
Clara Marston, as the postman passed
her door. "Cheer up, my dear," said her
aunt, "and have faith, for It Is sure to
come with a good answer." "Perhaps,"
rf piled Clara, with a small attempt at a
smile, as her aunt passed quietly out of
the room, leaving a disheartened girl be
hind, for Clara -had sent a story to a
magazine. .True, It was but a child's
story, but It. showed promise -of some
thing better. And now, at 16, Clara'
greatest desire was to become, an
authoress". With tho salary she would
receive would take the burdens oft her
aunt's shoulders, for Clara, had no mother
or father, ann made her home with her
aunt.' '
Aml,a cosy little-home It was, for Clara
was a good housekeeper and prepared' the
small meals with deftness, She did not
attend a school, nor at home did she
study greatly, but at tho public library
many a pleasant afternoon -did she spend
reading, many things, which she stored
Into her actlvo brain, or .future use. It
had now been a month since Clara had
sent her manuscript, rejected as sho
thought. The Jangle of the telephone was
then heard. "How I wish It wero the
postman," she thought, little dreaming
of what good luck waa to befall her.
"Hello!" she cried. "Hello! hello!" cried
a rather gay voice. "Is this Marston';
residence?" "Yes, do you -vlsb. to speak
to Mrs. Marston? No. it !a Mis Mars
tor I want Miss Clara Marston. You
see. I'm Miss C, L Maraons and I've
been out of town for a couple of weeks.
"When I returned a lot of mall wai wait
ing for me. Not glancing at 'ope.
nnencd It and found It was ;iot f.r me,
It Is from Aarons Publishing company,'
with a large check. I looked In the di
rectory and found your naniv If It U
veurs I'll send It right over." "Yes, It
Is mine. I've been waiting for IV ht
cried, with a choke In her voice. "Wrl
ull right, It will be there In t few mln
animals. Sonic of our best frlondB I
dumb creatures, nnd wo should care
by Little Folk
utes your first story accepted" that's
good. In a few minutes tho check came
and the real recipient, waving It over
her head, ran upstairs, .only to ho met by
her aunt, as proud as tlioiun she nad
been the writer and saying alio knew It
would be accepted. But CUra was far
too happy to say anything she could
Just look at the wonderful bit of bl'jo
paper before her and think of her first
check.
Three Little Kittens.
By Mildred F. Volgt, Aged 12 Years,
Davenport, Neb. Blue Bide.
One day as Frank, who was home for a
vacation, was walking In the.gnrdcn, he
heard some little kittens crying aa It they
were hungry.
He made his way to the corner of the
fence from which the sound seemed- to
come. When he reached It he' saw threo
little kittens, of which two were maltcso
and the other one black and white
spotted.
Frank took them to tho house, where
his mother was making Jelly. ' She was
fond, and so was his 12-year-old sister,
Marlon, of kittens.
When he brought them In Marlon was
very much pleased and so - washer
mother. Marion noticed that they were
hungry nnd so ran to get some milk..
When she set It down they .ran toward
It and began lapping It while Marion
and Frank stood watching them.
"Oh," exclaimed Marlon, catching them
up when they had finished drinking the
milk, "what shall we name them?"
There was a silence and then sho con
tinued, "Oh, let us name them, Muff,
Fluff and Puff."
"All right," agreed Frank.
So tho three kittens were named Muff,
Fluff and Puff.
Finally the vacation came to an end
nnd It was time for Frank to return to
college.
The kittens had grown tame and would
play all day long, so that he hated to
leave them.
When he left the last thlhg.he-said to
his sister was, "Be sure' to take good
care of the kittens."
Although Frank was 15 years of age he-
still liked kittens.
I am sending two stories which 1 hope-
,to see In print. ,
Fred's Present.
By ,Allce Elvira Chapman, Aged 9 Years,
unui street, wnapman, iseD.
Blue Side.
Once upon a time there was a little
boy who was always fond of helping
his father and mother.
One morning when it was early his
father said:
"Come, Fred, and get some wood so
can make a fire." '
Fred did so willingly.
After his rather had made a fire and
they had had breakfast his father went
down town to work.
It was getting time for dinner and
Fred's mother said: "I am going to wash
today. Fred, . after dinner won't you
get some water for me?"
"Yes1 said Fred.
So after dinner he got It.
When his father came home In the af
ternoon he said:
"Fred, you havo been good In helping
us all this year and I havo brought you
two presents."
"Oh! what arc they; what are they,"
said Fred.
"Well," said his father, "It Is some
thing that you have been wanting fo'
a long time," and he took two little boxes
out of his pocket and gave them to
Fred. n
Fred opened them and there was
beautiful watch and knife.
I havo nothing more to say, but that
I am a new Busy Bee and wish to, Join
the Blue Side.
The Wrong One.
By Lorine Droyer, Aged 14 Years, Wai
nut, la. uiue side.
Bosaland lived with her mother and her
two sisters. Sho had to support her sis
ters. She had a place In a store, where
sho received W , a week. One day the
storekeeper missed a flve.dollar bill. He
(suspected Bosaland of taking It but. of
course, she had not. sue went Home
very sad and thoughtful that night. She
said to her mother, "I am suspected of
being a thief." Then she told her mother
tho wholo story. Her mother said, "Never
mind. Bosle dear, I will see Mr, Hardy
about It." The next day she went to Mr.
Hardy. Ho told her he knew Rosaland
tnnli It nm1 he rnllliliilii no more, Rosa
land's mother went nome. "Well, I can
do nothing for you, Boslc," she said. Tho
next day Bosaland got a, Job In a small
store for J3 a week. They could not have
very much to eat at home.
One day Bosaland's mother came to
her. "Rosle. you are cleared of the theft
of that five-dollar bill and Mr. Hardy Is
very sorry. He wants you to come buck
to the store." '"Olf, tell me," exclaimed
Bosaland. 'Well, Marlon Stone took
the money," said her mother. Bpsaland
was never so surprised In her life, bo
cause Marlon was supposed to be the
most popular girl la town. Rosaland
went to bed happy that night and the
next day she took Marion's place at
Hardy's.
Tom's 'Reward.
By James Wengeat. Mapleton, la., Blue
Side.
Tom Stevens was a poor boy. Ho had
no mother or father and he sold papery
for a living. One day when Tom stood
on a crossing making change for some
papers he had sold he saw a little girl
standing between the street car tracks
and a street car coming up behind her
not three yards away. Tom yelled to
her, but sho did not hear him. Then
seeing the only chance to save her wai
to get her out of the street car tracks,
ANOTHER OF THE BRIGHTEST OF!
I
BUSY BEES.
ho ran up to her and picking her up hn
ran past tho car tracks to the other side
of the street.
A man came running out of a store
In front of them Just as they reached
the pavement. He came up to Tom and
tald:
'You did a very noble act then In sav
ing my little girl and I want to reward
you," and then he pullod his card out
of his pocket and telling Tom to call at
his house the next day. lie gave Tom a
1100 bill and walked off, leaving Tom in
a sort of a dream.
P. 8. Remember, Bluea, that tho Beds
and Blues are very close so tar mis
year, so wo must write stories every
Bunday if we want to beat the Ileus.
In Nuremberg.
Alfred Masrcr. Aged 12 Years,
003
By
Georgia Avenue. Bed Bide.
It was a bright day In late July. We
had ridden over 200 miles on one of, tho
typical German cars.
it was about 6 o'clock now, ana wo
wero on the outskirts of Nuremberg.
Wn lust passed the Faber pencil
faetorv. one of the largest pencil factories
In the world. This factory has distributed
Its pencils all over the world.
Ah! now wo are In the station oi
Nuremberg. The station Is a large one
being larger than our union aepoi m
Omaha.
We slanal a cab which takes us to our
hotel which Is called Boter Hahn, which.
means Bed Hen. The hotel Is aDOUi sm
years old. Every twenty-flvc years It Is
remodeled or even oftener it it is re-
quired,
We take the elevator or lift as tney
call lt up to the second floor where our
rooms are. .
The next few days spend sight
seeing. On one day we go in tne tour
ists' auto.whlclvLaj?J.inirlcan'J- Th
in art- American guldo In tho auto who
tells ua air that the different things are
about. We pass over a bridge and come
to tho ruins of an old castle which was
built about the fifteenth century for a
fortification.
One Interesting feature about Nurem-
berff Is that It Is the largest city in
Europe for toy-making. In almost every
shop wo go we see toys, some expensive
and some cheap and a very great variety
of them.
There aro a great many Boman build
ings left with long slanting roofs. We
must remember that Nuremberg Is the
oldest city In Germany.
A great many stoves arc manufactured
here. Some are still made of porcelain
and some of Iron and a great many are
made of steel.
The Story of a Magpie.
By Joseph Lumplan,' Aged 11. Blue Side.
To show how an Innocent person may
be wrongfully nccused I will relate this
little story.
A few years ago while living In a small
town In Virginia a family by the name of
Daro had a non named Willie. Ho vary
often visited his friend, tho non of a rich
neighbor. While playing there one day
Harold's mother laid a very valuable ring
on tho table near whero tho boys wore
playing. Shortly after Willie went home
Harold's mother missed the ring. No one
else had been In the room out tho two
boys. Of course Willie waa accused of
taking tho ring. Then, strungo to say,
a storm came up during the night nnd a
largo tree was blown down In front of
Harold's home.
Tho next day when the children were
Playing on the tree they found a magpie's
nest In handling tho nest they found
tho ring that Willie had been accused of
takipg.
The window being open tho migple had
evidently flown down and taken the ring
to Its nest.
This teaches us not to be too htsty
Judging.
The Story of a Dandelion.
By Eugene Leggett, ' Aged 9 Years, Ord,
Neb. uiue Hide.
Once upon a time a little dandelion
grew In a mossy meadow. It was always
happy when the children romped and
played In the meadow. One day a llttlo
grl came along, but
stopped when shj
saw the dandelion and exclaimed: "Oh
how beautiful." Then she picked It and
took It home, putting It In a vase anion
a lot of daisies. Next day the little girl
came In and took tho dandelion to show
It to her playmates. She was much sur
prised when she took It out of the vasr
for it was all white. She cried and crlel
and took It out doors to her playmates
One little girl grabbed It away crying.
"I'm going to see 11 mamma wants me.-
Sho blew on It and It scattered In little.
white seeds. Next year she found a lot
more dandelions right where she ha-l
found the first one she had ever seen.
I am a new Busy Bee.
P. 8. Beat the Beds, Blues.
"Old Jim," a True Story.
By Alice K. Parr, Aged 10 Years, Glen
wood, la. Blue Side.
Two summers ago we lived on grand
ma's place and we raised three geeae. A
rat bit one of the goose's feet off. He
had to walk around on one leg. He be
came quite a cripple. He was such a pet
and wo felt bo fcorry tot hl'n and took
such good care of him that we named him
"out J,m-" My mtle sl1'1' 0UVe ""cd
tn CM In till wiicuit with "OUl Jim" ulul '
to get In the wagon with "Old Jim" mid
1 would take them for a ride down the
street. My! hut "Old Jim" did like to
ride In the wagon. When "Old Jim" wiw
anyone coming toward the house ho would
squawk Just Ilka n dog would bark to let
us know we were going to hnvo company.
Ho became so feeble and crippled that
papa gave him away because we did not
llko to seo him suffer. Dear "Old Jim"
was a queer pet. hut Bouyse and 1 believe-
In treating all dumb animals kindly
and hope all the Busy Boca do also.
A Midsummer Night Adventure.
By Helena Chase. Aged li Years. 201
South Thirty-ihird Street. Blue Bide.
It was 12 o'clock on a midsummer night
nnd the ncver-tlrlns moon was watching
over a largo city, when suddenly ho no
tlccd a largo white bouse, looking In
through the window he saw two tiny
white cots, Inside tho cots were to little
girls whose names were Laura and Lucy
Edwnrds. They were not asleep, for thoy
were talking about fairies. Buddcnly
l-aura said: "I read In a book that fairies
will be out dancing every midsummer
night, so lefs go out In the garden and
hunt for them." "Do vou supposo mamma
will carc7" said Lucy, who was thn
youngest. "No, she won't, because there
will be no burglars on a midsummer
night, and I think that's the only reason
that she don't like us to go out."
So ending the discussion they slipped
on their little wrappers nnd went out Into
the cool moonlight. After hunting In the
garden for a while they decided to hldo
behind a large oak tree and watch. So
they huddled up to each other to keep
warm and watched. "I-I don't seo an-y
falr-1," began Lucy, but sho did not fin
ish for her eyes closed and she waa fast
asleep. Laura decided she would not bo
a baby and go to sleep, so sho held hey
eyes open. But In spite of all her efforts
hey eyes dropped and closed and soon she
was Just as fast asleep as Lucy, dreaming
that fairies wero dancing In her bed and
mama waa trying to eat them. In tho
morning when they were found they had
such bad colds the could not go out nnl
play for one whole week, so they wero
very sorry they had dlsobuyed their
mama,
Jim's Duok Hunt.
By Bobert Lano Buckingham, Aged 13
Years, 3C06 Woolworth Avenue, Omaha.
Jim and his father had decided to go
for a duck hunt. They got up early and
got tbelr guns and all things which a
hunting trip needs for perfection and put
them In the roomy touring car.
They left about C o'clock and drove the
car In tho direction of a private lake,
which was owned by a friend who had
given them permission to shoot.
They arrived all O. K. and separated
to oppostto sides of the lake. Not a duck
did they see.
At lunch Josh Henpeck, the popular
sheriff of Punklnsvllle, put In his ap
pearance. "Now I've ketched ye, by Heck. Shoot
In' ducks, eh?"
"But we have a permit, hiy dear man,"
said Mr. Randolph.
"Don't mako a mite of difference, If
yu got a million on 'em, by Heck," Bald
Josh.
Mr. Randolph, seeing It was useless to
argue, told him to get Into the car and
they would take him up to the Jail and
be released. He agreed gladly.
"If Maggy could only see me now," he
said, chuckling.
They arrived and the mistake was
quickly explained.
It was now nearly night, so they got
In the car and headed for home. The
last they saw of Josh ho was still arguing
that they wero "dlsprlt characters."
Jim groaned aloud, "And not a duckl
Gee, what a hunt!"
"Mollie, She Was Bad."
By Alice Elvira Crandell, Aged 9 Years,
Tentn street, unapman, -sen.
Blue Side.
Onco upon ' a time there was a little
girl named Mollie, and sho wns about
8 years old.
Mollto waB fond of helping her mother,
but one day she got a cross spell.
One morning her mother said, Mollie, I
have to go to the garden and work all
day, I will be homo Just to cat my din
ner, but will go .right back again, so
want to know it- you will take care
of the house whllo I am gone.
Oh, mamma, said Mollie, I am afraid;
to stay alone, get the neighbor's girl to
come and stay with me. All right, said
her mother. So she got the neighbor's
girl to come and stay with Mollie.
But Just as sho had gono to tho gar
den, Mollie went out to play and the
neighbor girl had to do the work all
alone.
When It was Just about time for din
ner and Mollie saw her mother coming
home, she ran into the house and pre
tended to be helping Ruth, which waa
the girl's name.
Her mother ate her dinner and when
she was out of sight. Mollie went out and
played all afternoon.
She did not see her mother come home
at night and Ruth told her what Mollie
had done nnd when Mollie came In the
got a whipping and was sent to bed.
After that day Mollie waa never bad
again.
The Adventures of Ace.
By Grucc Moore. Ased 11, Hlivt-r Creek,
Nebraska, Blue Side.
One bright summer morning there wai
a little white kitten born to an old cat
named Spot, and he was as white as could
be and one little black spot on his side,
so we called him Ace. Ho had threo other
brothers, the same size aa he was. Well, j
he became very fat and cnunky. also
very playful and wo wouud bring him In
the house and put our fingers In the
back of our chairs and ho would bit'
our fingers. And then all his brotherr
died. alo his mother; Just one of lilt
larger sisters was left, and then she had
kittens and then she got run over bv
something and then thero was no mother
to any of them. And then all her children
died but one and then they was only two
left. Ace was her uncle then. And they
would play together. After while she
caught a desease and she died and then
there was no one left to Slav with Ace.
So finally he died and that was the ad
ventures of Ace.
The Coon Hunt.
Dy Marjorle Shlpman. Sidney Neb. Blue
Side.
"It Is time to start," said Jean, as aho
mounted her pony which the young negro
servant brought up to her. Kthel soon
mounted, too. Soon they had all got In
were twenty people In all, and twenty,
one with the negro servant that led
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SUNDAY, MA I tCH
Year Name nnd Residence
1901' Otlotta Albrecht, 1005
1001 Kdnn Margaret Amlorson, 231G N. 28th Ave. .llownrd Kennedy
t003.. Chauncoy Baldwin, 2340 South 34th St Windsor
1906 Donnld Uarmettlcr, 1736 South 9th St Lincoln
1901 Gerald Bullls, 4324 North 25th Ave Saratoga
1903 Helen Ihirnlcn, 1453 South 14th St .ComcnlUB
1899 Kobort Cooper Caraon, 1124 North 40th St Walnut Hill
1901 Marthn Chrlfltonnon, 2715 Brown St Mlllor Park
1907 Gladys Clark, 1910 California St Casa
1907 Carrol Clary, 2554 Harney St Fnrnnm
1901 Joseph 1 Cloland. 4030 Nlcholns SI Walnut Hill
1901 Violet Cook, 424 South 20th St Central
1901 Margaret-Falconer, 3702 North 21st St Lothrop
1902 Anotto Fangor, 976 North
1904 Harry Foror, 2208 Clark
1S98 Lillian May Fowlor, 39th
1905 Fred Card, 3817 North
1899 Ruth Green, 1135 Park
1899 Anna Hansen, 2618 Hamilton SI IotiK
1902 Grace H. lflor, 5320 North 34th St Monmouth Park
1900 Lewis Horak, 6420 North 44th St Central Park
1907 Wilbur Horwlch, 2211 California St Control
1906 Harold Johnson, 3870 Leavenworth St Columbian
1897 lames Judlcok, 1033 Dominion St Edward Rosowator
1906 Dora Kalmorson, 1805 Lake St Lake
Kinsley J. Keeglor, 3021 Gold St . Windsor
1897 Georgo R. Klgor, 724 DorcaB St : .' Train
1907 Adofph Josoph Kruml, 1716 South 8th St Lincoln
1907 Haiol Main, 913 South 13th St Pacific
190D Clarenco Moor, 2206 North 13th St Lake
1907 Krev NlelBon, 3326 Boyd St Monmouth Park
1907 Blvora V.. Pearson. 4705 North 31st Ave Monmouth Park
1905 Emory Peterson, 820 South 50th St Deals
1901 Willie Rasmusfl, 2602 Spraguo St Saratoga
1903 Willie Reld, 2021 Howard St Farnam
1902 Rosle D, Rhdln, 1516 Canton St Edward Rosowator
1907 Konnard Ring, 2416 Jones St Mason
190&" Lillian Rocheford, 3011
190G Dolbort John Rynearson,
1906 Robert Samuels, 2210 North
1905 LoulBa Schick, 205 North
1898 Lota V. Shouse, 1007 South 36th St Columbian
1907 Rosto Stojskal, 301 William St Train
1901 Marcla Stollor, 2306 South
1900 Ruth Florence Turnqulst,
1902. .Frank Urban, 1216 South
189D Lucy J. Vashn, 3102 South
1906 John Vejooda, 1708 South
1-899 Mary Victor, 1710 South
1903 Edwin Earl Wyckoff, 2708
1907 ,Rtva Zleo, 2702 Lake St
the way down the moonlit road. Thoy
had the food In tho hayrack nnd other
such articles. At 8 o'clock they reached
the woods whero tho hunt was going
to bo. The hounds were let loose ana
the hunt began. They had looked for
whllo when suddenly the bushe
cracked and a coon ran down tne pain
way. My. how they did run, though. Tho
girls would run and their dresses would
get caught en the bushes and they would
have to run very hard to keep up wun
the rest. At last one oi me nounu
caught the coon and the darkey took It
away from the hound. I Tho boys were
going to kill it. but tho girls pleaded s?
Ditlfullv that they let It go. Then the
girls and boys went back to tho hayrack
nnd got the lunch ready.
They ate the lunch and then mey
climbed Into light coats that were
brought down to the woods for the occa
sion. At half past 10 o'clock they all
they had a happy time, they were glad to
climb Into their cozy beds.
The Dog Came Back.
By Hazel Norton, Aged 8 Years, Humph
rey. Neb. Red Aide.
A small boy nnmed Willie had a little
brown dog and her name was Cute. Tho
boy wan very fond of his dog and the
dog In return loved her little master. In
thu neighborhood where they lived there
wero other boys nnd they all had a dog or
two and so people thought there wero too
many dogs around, And as Willie's Bar
ents were poor they thought they couldn't
afford to pay taxes on a dog. so decWed
they must get rid of It. But Wllllo cried
nnd coaxed to be allowed to keep Cute,
but they said, "No," she would havo to
go. So the little fellow thought he would
find a good liome for his pet and give
her to some one living away from that
part of town who could pay tho dollar a
year tax on her. He found some peoplo
wr willing to take her and bo
ha gave his pet to them, but she would
not stay. She came oac w "
,o.i.. Then next he gave ner 10 a
man that lived eighteen miles In the
country, but nfter two days sne arnvnu
home again, very tlrod, but. O, so glad
. i, with her little friend onco more.
nnd the boy then begged harder than
ever to be allow to keep her. He prom
i ,i m. mamma he would earn tho dol
lar to pny the taxcg on his pet, so his
mamma said he might keep her and II-
i,. i,.n liu nroinlse by running errands
nnd earning the money to pay his dog
tax.
An Indian Fairy.
By Marie Hackeiiborg. Aged 12 Years. 1710
Charles rureei, union
xur,r.Hi sat under a street reading a
fairy tale, but she got tired of It and
set the book down.
She was wondering wny nice ..c
enirV In America, when she fell asleep,
rirenmed that a fairy came to her.
Tim falrv was dressed In buckskin and
flowers. 8ho had two braids of coarse
Hiorw h.ir. and a pair of beaded shoes,
Kim asked Marguerite what she would
like and Marguerite said she would like
tn nae America
The fa'ry then told Marguerite that her
name was Silver Lily and she was mr-
niieon nf the fairies of America.
She called other fairies to her and bad
them bring her canoe to her. It was
very small and waa drawn by six canary
birds.
She touched Marguerite with her wand
nnd she became very small
They both got In the canoe and the
birds flew Into tho air. The fairy
brought her all over America und she
enjoyed the ride very much.
The fairy Invited her to camp and
eat dinner with thorn, but she Bald she
must go home,
j Just then she woko up and heard her
mother calling hor She told hor mother
"This In tlio day wo celebrate."
School.
Spring St Vinton
26th St Long
St Kollom
nnd Leavenworth Sis.... Columbian
19th St Lothrop
Ave Park
South 11th St Dancroft
3321 Corby St Howard Kennedy
24th St LonB
17th St.;...'. Cass
31st 8t Windsor
981 North 27th St Webster
2d 8t Pacific
17th St Vinton
lot St Trnln
2d St Train
Chicago St Webster
Howard Kennedy
her dream and they both agreed It was
very nice.
Misohievou Snow.
By Marie Neville. Aged 11 Years. 3723
Jones street, umana. uiue side.
A little boy whose name waa Bobby,
went to bed one night feeling real happy,
because he had had a delightful party
that afternoon.
He had been accustomed to leaving his
window open at night. His mother told
him ho had better not, because It was
snowing very hard and his room would
get cooled off too quick. '
He Jumped Into bed. "Oh, my," ex
claimed he, "it Is so hot In here; I am
going to open the window!"
He got up and opened the window wide
and said ho would close It after a while.
The fresh air came floating Into the
room, nnd my, how good It made 'him
feel. Soon he was In dreamland.
Later In the night, a big blizzard came,
and mercy, how the snow flew In the
window. By morning you couldn't Im
agine what his room looked like one
mass of snow, all over his clothes and
everything.
His mother was quite angry with him.
Ho had spoiled his new suit. He begged
hlB mother to forgive him and she said
sho would.
After that ho always closed his window
when he went to bed on stormy nights.
A New Busy Bee.
CASPBR, Wyo., Fob. 19, 19li.
Dear Busy Bees; My name. Is La Clair
DUmuko. My age Is 11 years. My ad
dress Is TOG Center street. Casper, Wyt
I am In the fifth grade. I vead the Busj
Bees' corner every Sunday. I enjoy tht
stories very much. I would like to Join.
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If you wish a skin clear of
pimples, blackheads and other
ical in treating poor complexions, red, rough
hands, and dry, thin and falling hair. Liberal
sample of Cuticura Soap and Cuticura Ointment
sent free with 32-page Skin Book. Address post
card "Cuticura," Dept. 44, Boston.
Don't Scold an
Irritable Child
if
tongue is coated, stomneh
sour, breath fovcrisli give
"Syrup' of Figs" to
clean tho bowels.
Your child Isn't naturally cross, Irri
table nnd peevish, Mother! Rxamlno th
tongue; If coated, It means tho little ono't
stomach Is disordered, liver Inactive and
It thirty feet of bowels clogged with
foul, decaying waste.
Kvery mother realizes after giving do
llclous "Syrup of Figs" that this Is the
Ideal laxative and physio for children
Nothing else regulates tho llttlo one'
tender utomaoh, liver and bowels so et
rcctuall) besides they dearly love Its
delightful fig taste. .
For coiiHtlpatcd bowels, sluggish liver,
biliousness or sour, disordered stomach.
fevrrUhnese diarrhoea, soro throat, bad
breath or to break a cold, give one-halt
to n teaspootiful of "Syrup of Klgs," and
In a few hours nil tho clogged up waste,
sour bile, Undigested food and constipated
matter will gently move on and out of
the system without griping or nausea,
and you will surely have a well, happy
and smiling child again shortly.
With Syrup of Fig you aro not drug
ging your children, . being composed en
tirely of luscious flgi, senna and aro-
mat Irs it cannot be harmful.
Full directions for children of alt agrs
and for grown-upa plainly printed on .ho
package.
Ask your druggist for tho full name,
'Syrup of Figs and Elixir of 8enna,"
prepared by the California Fig Syrup Co.
This is the delicious tasting, genuine old
reliable. Befuse anything elt offered.
Advertisement
I will Join tho Blue side. I .un sending a
story entitled "John's Valentine."
Once upon a time thero waa a utile hoy
and his mother died when ho was x
months old. The babies' hospital took
him to care for, but some of his mothet n
friends asked for him. Ho stayed wlin
them for two or three yean.
One of his nurses who had taken care
of John loved him so that this year she
sent him a valentine. It was a pretty
one. "Oh. Isn't it oeauuiui, aaiu jonn.
Remember he could not talk plain.
"I know who sent It." ho said. "I
know."
"Who? Why, who, John?" his Aunt
Laura said.
"Why, Miss (Wilson, of course," he said.
"I want to send her ono." So the nex".
day ho sent his nurse one, a beautiful
Valentino, nnd put on It, "From John,
your beloved."
A Year in the Isles of Pines.
By IJorls McAllister, Aged ll Years. 1720
West P Street Grand Island, Neb,
I wish to Interest somo of tho Busy
Bees, If It Is possible. There are somo of
tho most beautifully plumagcd birds I
havo ever saw. Thero aro parrots and
parakeets and many other beautiful
birds 1 can't think of. Thero are also
many varieties of wild flowers. The wild
orchids are more beautiful and fragrant
than any I have seen nt tho greenhouses,
We gathered great bundles of them
whenever we wished, nnd I want to men
tion one moro thing, and this In tho won
derful tropical fruits nnd grope fruit
They are so sweet ono does not use
sugar with them.
The Night Song.
(From the Denver Republican.)
At night time, when I've looked at story
BOOKS
Until my eyelids seem to kinder attck.
My mother lays her work down, and then
looks
Up whero the clock Is goln tlckty-tlck.
And then she laughs" and klndor softly
sings
A little song that's runnln' through my
head.
This is tho song though her voice alius
rings
"It's time for llttlo boys to be In bod."
I think I'm goln' to kick, but some way I
Jest smile back at her when that song
Is sung;
I shut the book and then I sorter fly
Right In her lap and feel her warm
, arms flung
Around my neck, and then I settle down
And rest a while beforo good night Is
said.
And hear her lng that call to Sleepy
Town:
"It's tlmo for little boys to be In bed."
Nobody cIho can sing It Just her way,
No other volco can make It sound the
same!
When I grow up and be a man, you
watch. Some day
I'll write that song, and It'll bring me
famo:
I'll mako the music eorter soft and sweet
and low,
The way alio croons It when my eyes
feel Just llko lead.
And this Is how this aong of songs
will go: ......
"It's time, for llttlo boys to be In bed.
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and scalp free from
dandruff and itching,
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bath and shampoo,
assisted by an occa
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