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About Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922 | View Entire Issue (Dec. 7, 1913)
6 B THE OMAHA SUNDAY BEE: DECEMBER 7, 1913. The Busy Bees UST now tho Busy Bees are all looking forward to the coming of tho t ad Christmas holidays, and the pleasures they will then haTo. The editor thinks It might be a good plan for the Busy Bees to write and tell one another of what they are planning to do at Christmas time and for the days following. Not to tell what presents they propose giving, or to whom they -will give, for that would bo telling secrets and would destroy all the Joy of tho surprise that comes on Christmas morning, but to tell about plans for parties, games and tho like, visits and all the Interesting little things they will have In mind for making tho holiday season Joyous. It may bo that by telling of these plans thoy may help one another by giving ideas. Just try it once; lot each Busy Bee who has a plan In mind that Isn't entirely a secret write It out and send It in to tho editor right away, so that all the other Busy Bees may havo the bonetlt of tho help. The new queen writes a gracious and grateful wolcome to her sub Jects this week, and promises to do nil she can to make her reign rt suc cess. Tho spirit of her letter Is such as ought to bo always found with the Busy Bees. It Is of the sort that makes success certain. Prizes this week are awarded to Edith Konyon, 3229 Cuming street, Omaha; Madeline Kcnyon, her sister, showing that thoso two Busy Boos aro working hard, and deserving their buccoss gota honorable mention, and second prize goes to Ruth Oraul, Exeter, Neb, Little Stories by Little Folk (First Frlxe.) What Scrap Did. By Edith Kcnyon. 32 Cumin Street. Omaha. Neb. Blue Ride. "Now we are going on a. Journey," said Mute, as she tucked both dolls lnto'the double dolly carriage. "Let us so." sold nuth. "down Ooov berry lane to the bobolink's neat, and count the eggs, and bock by wny of tho old vacant house, and watch the spider rpln lace." How Jolly!" said Mazle, "and let's play wo are shopping there for laces." The sun was shining brightly, and the, cooeeberries were ripe and delicious. When they reached the bobl'lnk's nest the mother bird was away, and they counted "one. two, three, four," one more est than when they counted last, and close by the nest they found a four leafed clover. "Ohl" said Maslc. when they reached the old empty house. "Are you afraid to go Inr "Oh, no!" said Ruth, "Mrs. Spider Is the only one who lives here with some of her aunts and cousins." They found the wind had torn away the beautiful web and Mrs. Spider wo spinning1 a new one, They were nt Just the right time to see how she did It all, When they reached homo both dolllos were asleep and the little mothers left them In the carriage under the .lilacs untfl luncheon was ready. "Haste, Matte, come quick!" said Kuth. "Scrap Is asleep In the doll carriage and the dollies are gone I" They searched everywhere for them. At lost they found them under the sweet pea hedge almost torn to pieces. Scrap ha4 shaken them until their clothes were soiled, their shoos were lost and they hod scratches and bumps everywhere. Dolly's Grandma mondtd the broken nose and patched the scalp wounds, but Male and Ruth washed and Ironed the soiled clothes. '.-.. . What do you think became oi SerapT lie tried to hide because tie had been so ASCkty, hut daily's grandma whipped him with a Illy stalk fend shut him In his kennel for two days, giving him nothing but marrow hones and water. When washing and Ironing day was over, and the dollies were dreeeed In their clean clothe and Scrap was out of prison, they had good times again for Scrap had learned a lesson. (Second Prize;) How Jack Jtabbit Lost Kit Tail. By nuth Qraul, Aged U Years, ISxoter, Neb. Ulue Side. Once upon a time there was a rabbit Whined Jack Rabbit, which had ears that were no longer than a cat's and n tall that was long and bushV like a fox. One day Jack Itabblt saw a fox coming up she road with a large string of fish. Jack Xlabblt said: "Where did you et those nice fUlif" They are trout." sold the fox. "I caught them down at tho mill creek." "How did you catch them!" aald Jack Rafcfclt, "All you got to do Is to sit on the lor that Men acre the creek and hang your tall down In the water from two hours after sunset until morning and you will catch more fash than you can eat In a week." Jack Itabblt liked fish better than any thing else, so he thought he would try to get some. Two hours after sunset he started out When he got there he sat down and let his tall han down In the water, It grew colder and colder. By and by It was morning and Jack nabblt' bemn to pull. But his tall was froten fast Ite did not know his tall was frozen In the water. lie thought it was the fish that wan so heavy he could not pull It up. Ho he pulled harder and harder, but hts tall was stuck fast Jock Rabbit was scared. lie thought the fish would pull tiim In the water. He yelled for help as loud as he could. There was an old owl In a tree near by. IT heard the rabbit's call. He aald to his wife: "I hear Jack Rabbit I will go and see. "lie will make us a fine break fast all right" sold Mrs. Owl. So away flew the owl to the creek. When the rab bit saw the owl he cried outt "Come out won't you? Come and help me pull the fish out of the water," "With pleasure," said the owl, and he flew down and began to pulL He pulled the left ear and then the right ear so lone that Jack Rabbit said; "Why don't you pull at my toil?" "AU right" said the owl. So h hooked his bill around the part of that tall that was above the water and he snapped the tail off. 60 this Is how Jack Rabbit got his long ears and bob tall. (Honorable Mention.) Hew Bob and Jim Spent Thanks giving. Dr Madeline Kenyon. Aged It Tears, Cuming Street. Omaha. Blue Side. Jim lived In a fine, large house and Bob lived in a shanty, for he was poor. Jim did not like to make friends with Bob because he thought that everybody wesdd make fun of him If he walked with such a poor boy. AH the children were talking together of, what they should bring to school for the poor, but not a child spoke to Bob. When Bob come home from school he went tip to his mother and said. "Mother, if 3 Isn't father. Instead of giving charity wewOd give jay father a Job. why, then, we wouldn't 01 J y eat on Thanksgiving, RULES FOR YOUNG WRITERS 1. Write plaint on one side of the paper only and nnmbtr the pages. St Use pen and Ink, not psnelt 0. Short and pointed articles will be given preference. Do not use orsr 300 words. 4. Original stories or letters only will be used. 0. Writs yoqr name, age and ad drers at the top of ths first page. rirst and second prizes of books will be given for the best two con tributions to this psgs each wesk. Address all communications to CHII.DKEjrg DEPARTMENT, Omaha Bet, Omaha, JTsb. but at least all the year and not starve from hunger." "Bob, my son, you are right, but you do not understand, because If Jim's fathor would gtvo your father a Job, or nny other rich man who would give a poor man a Job, why, then, they wouldn't show up so much. Kor then the poor men would make money enough for them selves." One day Bob thought he would make a visit to Jim's house. When he' entered the house Bob and Jim talked awhile and then Bob sold, "What are you going to have for Thanksgiving!" "Oh, met" asked Jim. ''Why, I am going to have turkey, pie, candy and all kinds of fruit" "Well," tald Jim, "I told you what I was going to havo; now. you tell me what you are going' to have." Bob did not answer, for he did not know what he was going to have. But Jim broke the silence with a laugh: "I know what you ore going to have. Tou ore going to have all kinds of dirty lop," "Stop! Stopl" sold Bob "I didn't think a rich boy like you would talk that way. In the first place, I didn't tell you to tell me what I was going to have tor dinner,"' The next day. when Bob and Jbn cams from school, Jim stood around 'the school yard playing with the other boys, but Bob went straight home. "Mother," said Bob, "I had MO iHevery lessons but Jim's were very poor, for he spent hie whole' time teasing me for what t was going to haye for Thanksgiving. But I did not pay any attention. to him, but paid good attention to my work." "Bob," said hts mother, "you have sur prised mo by getting your, lessons welt today, and it.' haye a surprlso for you to. morrow." "What Is It, motherr cried Bob, "Do not be so excited, Bob, but be pa tient" The nest day, about 11:45, Mrs. Smith, Bob's mother, told Bob to alt down at the table. In another moment she came bringing In a turkey, pie, candy and Just the things Jim mentioned that day. "Now," sold Mrs. Smith. "I will tell you the surprise; your father .has a Job and he earns 9B per, week, and now we won't have to eat dirty food." Just then they heard a knock at 'the door. It won Jim, who stood laughing at the door, talking to another boy who was with him. "Jim," sold the hoy, "I can't hear the smell of those egs," Mrs, Smith, who was at the door, heard Jim answer: 'Those eggs only cost 10 cents per dozen. I bought 'them on pur pose, because I did not want to spend my money on that poor old hog." At that moment Mrs. Smith opened the door. "What do you wantT" she asked. Jim handed her the eggs, for he had brought thorn to her. "Thank you." she said. "I do not think Vou will have to bring me any more things to eat, for I have plenty," and with this she closed the door. Jim was ashamed, so he ran horns as fast as he could go. When he came home he threw the eggs Into the barrel. The next day Jim saw men working on the empty lot In front of his house. He ran up to one of the men and asked him the name of the man who owned the lot "Mr. Smith." said the man, and went off to his work again. When- the house was finished the Smith family moved In. The next day when Bob and Jim wore coming home from school, Jim asked Bob It he would come over to his house to see him. But Bob answered, "Do not think that I am goltur to come over to a boy's house who only likes rich people. But I will forgive you this time and be your friend." Greetings from the Queen. My Dear Busy Bees: I wish to thank you for the honor that you have given me In choosing me for your queen. I shall try my hardest to watch over my new kingdom with the most of 'in terest and I hope I shall be able to reich the high standard of our former queen. Thanking you very mush, I am your new queen, HELEN ADKIN8. At home Monday, December 1. A Christmas Riddle. By Camilla Kdholm. Aged II Years, lft South Thirty-sixth Street Blue Side. Dear Busy Bees: I was once your queen and I have come back on the page to greet the present queen and deliver a Christmas message which Is in the form of a riddle. First of all I am a small piece of paper nearly two Inches long and one Inch wide, and I carry on my back something which will moke mo stick closer to you than a sand burr. My face Is red and green and white, Busy Bee Who Wrote the Riddle. Their Own Page H.rs Photo OAMILItA BDHOLM. as all things should be at Christmas time, and I remind you of snow and sleighs and Christmas trees and Santa Claus. 1 am very neat and trim, for I am scalloped all the way around my edge like Christmas cookies. I have hod my picture token and there are now fiOO.OOO of me In Nebraska, but I am also seen In other states, In fact all over this country there are people who know me nnd send for me to come tmd help them make their friends happy. You may burn, tenr, cut me up or throw me away, but although I may be de stroyed my meaning never can be lost It Is something that will last foYever and It Is stamped right on my face where you can see it the first thing. It has helped many, many people and It will help many more. I bring happiness and cheer to every place. I go besides the pleasure of the givers when they wrap up their Chritt mos packages and then put my little face whero It will be seen. I am usually put on the back of the package right beside the name of my sender, but I am also found on the Inside, too. I was born about the middle of No vember, but you won't see mo until De cember, when I make my first appear anee. By New Year's day I shall have spread my wings and flown away and you won't see me again till next year at about this same time. Then I shall appear again with a smiling, cheerful face, but Just a little bit changed, for j iwiuw iimi win do a year later nna age changes' one's face quite consider ably. . . You may find .me yourself at Christ mas time, that Is. If you will know me from my description and I hope you will, because I want you tq understand my message. Now to any Busy Bee who can guess what I am I will send a personal let ter, so try and see If you do not 're member me for I 'was here last year, too. I wish all Busy Bees the happiest Christmas in the world, you and all your friends. A Strange Dream. By Kdlth Konyon, 3229 Cuming Street Omaha, Neb. Blue Side. Hubert was a boy about 6 years old. Herbert was a nice little boy, and had a kind father and mother and a nice home, but he always wanted to do what he pleased. One night he hod a strange dream. He dreamed he was a canary bird and had bright yellow feathers. He thought he lived In a wlro cage. Ills' mistress was very good to him, but one day his mis tress left the door open and he got out Then he thought he was a tree bird and that he flew over the rivers and fields, at last lighting on the top of a tree. Here he sang for over an hour. At last after hts throat grew sore he drew up one foot and put his head under his wing- and went to sleep. How long he elept-he didn't know, but when ha awoko he was all covered with snow, his foot was cold, and his back was sore: he wished he was home again where he could have plenty of seed to eat Any way at home he never did have cold feet. But it didn't take long to make up 1 his mind, so to the window he went nnd 1 tapped on the pane, but no one wanted ' a truant bird. He flew In a race again It toward tho pane, but when he hit the pane Hubert awoke and found he had fallen out of bed. All children who live in ease, don't think you want to do what you please. I rather, by far, be at home In my bed, so don t go from home unless you are sent We MsMivUniMopX -rni jjp fiV APt? M Punishment for a Disobedient Boy. By David C. Robel, Aged IS Years, 4735 n iniriy-ninm Hireet, umaha. Not long ago there lived a small boy whose name was George, who thought foot ball was a fine and great game. From the time he could hardly talk he always wished the tjmi would come when he could play that game that he liked so welt When he was 7 years old his father told him that he would get him a foot ball for Christmas. Then he was very happy. On November 26 his father purchased from a ranch nearby two fine western horses which he and some other men wero going to break and then the horses would bo able to be driven. One day George thought he would like to sec the horses so he asked his mother If he could go to the barn. His mother said. "George, It is too dangerous to go down there becauso you might get kicked and be Injured for life," George at this time went out and said to himself that he was big enough to take core of himself, so he went to the barn. As he was going In the barn he saw the corn box nearby and thought It would be fun to let tho horses cat of his hand, so he walked up to one of them and It became frightened flew both of his heels up and kicked the boy In the ribs. He was then knocked unconscious and when his father came down to feed the horses he found George lying on the floor. Ho took him In the house and called up the doctor. When he arrived he examined the boy and found that two ribs were broken. About two weeks from that time George asked his father It he could get btm hts foot ball for Christmas and his father told htm that the doctor said that he would never be able to play that game teat he liked so well. . Many times he would watch the boys play, but ho could not all because he disobeyed hts mother. Visiting in Nebraska. By Esther Scott, Aged 11 Years, Harks, Neb, Dear Busy Bees: I live on a farm In North Dakota, but I am here visiting my grandmother. We are having fine weather. My dog's name Is Don. Don Is very useful. He drives the cows and horses. I have a pony, too. My pony's name Is Belle. Belle Is a sorrel horse. I can ride Belle. I have a cat, too. Its name Is Nigger. Nigger Is a black cat Nigger can catch mice. Toe's Errand. By Mary C. Flndley, Aged 11 Years. 3602 Lincoln Boulevard, Omaha. Red Side. Joe was playing in the garden when his mother called to him and asked him If he would go over to Aunt Martha's and et some butter and sugar. Since his brother Paul was gone and couldn't go to town Joe was very much pleased and started off In fine style. By and by he came to a brook and a thin little voice said: "Come on over here and fish." So Joe got oft hts horse and went" over and fished until he no ticed a storm approaching. He gave the fish to the other boy so the folks would not suspect anything. He rode as fast as he could and got the butter and sugar and hurried off again. Although he rode very fast the storm soon overtook them. The lightning and thunder fright ened both the horse and Joe. ne be came blinded by the rain and, tying the horse to a tree, started out In search of shelter. Before ho had gone far he saw a log cabin with a group of merry children playing In front of a biasing SUNDAY, DECEMBER 7. "This is tho day wo celebrate." Year. Name and Address. School. 1106 Gladys D. Ulvens, 2514 Roes St.. Mason 1904 Elizabeth Bromm, 1707 South 12th St ...Lincoln 1906 Francis Bruco Cochran, 20034 Lake St . Lake 1904...... Robert Coufal, 3319 South 20th St Vinton 1901... '...Paul Deloss Eastman, 2205 Pratt St '...Lothrop 1901 Deloss Eastman, 2205 Pratt St Lothrop 1899 Anthono L. Edwards, 2322 North 24th St Lake 1905 Harold Ewell, 3918 North 28th Ave ....Druid Hill 1904 John Grogan, 2230 South 27th St Dupont 1902 Helen Gutezher, 4671 Marcy St ; Beats 1904 Sarah Hoag, 775 South 17th St ...Maion 1907 Florence M. Johnson, 4912 Woolworth Ave'. .....Beals 1905 Louis Rover, 116 South 2d St .'....Train 1897 Katherlne Krycek, 1320 Martha St Lincoln 1904. .... .Anna Kiines, 1704 South 18th St... Comcnius 1901 Eleanor Line, 2621 Bristol St Lothrop 1900 .Donald McKay, 2512 Ames Ave Saratoga 1898 John Moore, 2206 North 13th St Lake 1902 Georgia Reals, 2212 North 19th St ...Lake 1904 Rose Slama, 1263 South 16th St Comentus 1898 Doris Smith, 3412 Burt St Webster 1898 RubbcII Stlcr, 549 South 26th Ave Farnam 1903 Pearl Swartz, 2060 North 19th St .Lake 1901 Cornelius Thornton, 2818 Miami St Howard Kouuody 1906 Tessy Walter, 1506 Webster St k Cass 1899 George West, 3302 Lincoln Blvd .....Franklin 1902 James Wiley, 18i5 Chicago St... Central fire. Joe knocked at the door and a kind faced woman opened tho door and took htm In. The father went out and found the horse and brought It In and gave It food and sholter. The next morning he took Joe home. When he had gone Joe told his mother he would always obey her after this and never stop to ploy. May and Buster. Helen Putnam, Age Jl Years, Carson, la. Once there was a little girl named May. She had a dog named Buster. May and Buster had good times to gether. One of their favorite games was hldo and seek. One day they thought they Would have some fun. Mar asked her mother If she could go nnd pick flowers. Her mother said she could. So May and Buster started. Whun they got there May made chains. She made a collar for Buster and a chain to lead him by. Then she got some flowers for her mother and started home. When she got home she gave the flowers to her mother. One day she went over to see a little girl named Bessie. Buster went with her. They played hide and cek end other games. May stayed for dinner. She saw that Buster was well cared for. One day May got a letter asking her and Buster to come play show. All the children near were In It Buster was to do his tricks. May had taught htm many. Buster was to wear a blanket with lace and ribbons nnd five bows. She was to be dressed In a pink dress 'with tinsel on It. The show was to be the 16th of September. It was tho 10th now. Buster did his tricks and everything went on nicely. When they went home they said they never had a better time. The Newsboy's Debt By Ethel E. Barton, Ase 13 Years. Arling ton, Neb. One Christmas as Mrs. Jackson was walking down the street, she saw a tiny Ill-clad boy. He stood and looked piti fully at the people as they passed by. Mrs. Jackson went up to him and touched hts arm. He raised his torn cap and aald: "Do you want a paper?" She said "How many papers have youT You don't need to count them. I'll take them all, and as you pass my house stop and give me a oall. What Is your name?" "My name Is Jlmmte," he answered. "Here's a bill of 5. When you get it To Help Out His Thanksgiving Gift changed you stop at my house. Where' do you live?" Jimmy said; "I live most anywhere;" and ho darted to get the change. . As tho clock struck 6 Mrs. Jackson thought "whero Is the boy? He should havo been hero an hour ago." Just (hen a knock was heard. An urchin' -entered. Ho looked Just like the other boy only smaller. He said "My brother Jim, the one you save the bill couldn't come back because his back was hurt so bad. He didn't mean to keep the change, buthe got run over. They took him to the hospital. He had the money In his hand, but ho never saw It again and he cried because he couldn't pay." Then Mrs. Jackson went to tho hns pltal whero Jim was, but he was dead when she got there. A Fairy Tale. By Alice Elvira Crandell. Aged 10 Years, Chapman, Neb. Blue Side. Once upon a time there was a fly and when he was asleep one morning a lady came with a fly killer and tried to kill him. But she only succeeded In knocking off one of his wings. Then he began to crawl as fast as he could to the door and when the first one went out of doors he went out too, without being seen. Just as he rot out of doors a strong wind began to' blow and HI took the fly away up In the air and set him on a cloud, tired out from his long" Journey. As he was tying there a little bird came and tried to carry him away, but as the ' fly held fast to the cloud and the bird V had htm by the wing, the other -wins was pulled off, too. It happened that on this cloud lived the king of files In his golden castle set with precious atones, and the walks around the castle were of silver, edged with rubles. As the fly was starting to go and see If there was any place to stay all night he spied a note lying on the soft fluffy white cloud, and' the fly read: "Dear Postmaster I am sending1 a note that if any fly that comes to the town, please tell him to come to my castle. "Yours truly, "THE KING OP TUBS," When the fly read this he was over Joyed and he ran as fast as, he .could till he reached the castle gates. The sentinel let htm pass and he was led by a messenger to the king, who or dered htm to be taken to a chamber and have beautiful clothes richly embroidered with Jewels and a pair of golden wings mode for him. When he was all ready and the king's orders were obeyed he was led to the fly princess, who was so beautiful that when he saw her he fell deeply in love. She also liked htm, so that evening as they were sitting in the garden, she sold: "I will marry you If you, by sunrise next morning, bring me one golden apple from that tree over yonder. He said he would, for she hod never hod on apple 1 from that tree and no one could get one but a fly that should come to the castle j with no wings and after that the people I could get all the apples they wanted from the tree. So that night he flew up in the tree and tried to get an apple, but he could not He tried and tried till he was so tired that he fell to the ground and went to sleep. While he was asleep he heard a little voice say: "That Ignorant fly prince wilt never find the way to get the apple. All he has to say Is, 'Golden Apple, fall to the ground.' and then one will fait" At this the fly started and went up to the tree and said: "Golden Apple, fall to the ground." At this one fell and at sunrise the next morning he went to the princess and gave her the apple. Then she took him to her father and when he heard that he released the tree from the enchant er's spelt He readily consented to their marriage and they lived happily ever after. PBATTLE OF THE KIDDIES. Elsie My mamma wears pretty bird fewers In her hat Margie My mamma don't My mamma belongs to the Audible society. 'Now, children, can you name any other creature who belongs to the brute creation?" "L-can, teacher." . "Then name the creature." "My papa. My mamma says so." "Mamma, did your father and mother make you go to school? "Yes, dear." "An' Is that th' reason you make me go?" "That's one reason, dear." "An have I got to take it out of mr little boy th' same way to get even?" "I guess that's what you'll be exneeteri to do." 'Gee, I hope ru grow up quick!"