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THE OMAHA SUNDAY BEE: FEBRUARY 1, 1914.
The Busy Bees
DO THE Busy Bees know that February la commonly called Uio
"Month of Birthdays?" Many famous mon and women woro
born during this month, a tow of whom are George Washing
ton, Abraham Lincoln (with which two you aro all familiar),
Henry W. Longfellow, James It. Lowoll, Charles Dickens, Ed
gar Allen Poe, Felix Mendelssohn, Adellna Pattl, Thomas Edison,
8Ir Thomas Moore, Blr Henry Irving, Lord Salisbury and Charles
TjBmh. T Ihlntr Hint ilnrlm nl t.t noi-l.. 1 1 f a Ika f th. ol.koiiiiiJ
very excellent material for stories for
a CrPflt mnnv frnm VinfVi thu Til nr. artA
The first prize was awarded this wook to Edith Kenyon of tho Bluo
Bide, the second prize to Margaret Jamison of tho Bluo side, and honorable
mention to Miriam Wesner of the Red side.
By Edith Kenyon, 129 Cumins Street,
Omaha. Blue Side.
"Let's play we are going to' Frollctown,
Fair," said Lottie, "and toko Pusslwlnk
and Dolly, and give them a ride on the
"That will be great," sold Agnes.
"Pusslwlnk swallowed a fishbone and he
hasn't smiled once. I think it may cheer
him up a little. Wo will play Betty Is
nurse, for Pusslwlnks la very troublesome,
especially when he sees a dog."
Frollctown fair was "on the front
porch. It was fitted up with toys and
u tablo of refreshments. They wanted to
take a long journey, so they went through
the garden and stopped at Hollyhock
park to rest. And what do you think
happened to Frollctown talr?
Pusslwlnk caught the gray velvet
mouse In a second, and when he found It
was not alive ho was so disappointed
that ho boxed the ears of tho calico
bunny, knocked down a row of tin po
licemen and put his teeth Into the pink
rubber peg, which was so scared that
Its breath went out In a minute, and
nothing was left but Its rubber skin.
I boxed Pusslwlnk's ear and sent him
home with tho nurse, but the fair was
Tfnc. Tin policemen 'stood on every cor
ner, a regiment of tin soldiers guarded
the grounds and Mr and Mrs. Noah
stood on the deck of the ark, and all of
Mr. Noah's animals were there. Thero
was ,no merry-go-round, and Agnes was
glad, for Pusslwlnk might have done
some great mischief that would have
broken up the fair entirely.
"Wo had a splendid luncheon," sold
Agnes, "which was not make believe. We
had berries and oranges, doughnuts and
a gingerbread man.
Pusslwlnk was very much ashamed of
lils conduct and seemed to be sorry. lie
did not know that he was doing any
thing wrong. He rubbed his sides against
mo and said, "Me-e-ow."
Queer Little Fets.
By Margaret Jamison, Aged 10 Tears,
Glenwood, la. Blue side.
One day my uncle, who lives on a farm,
went down to the creek that flows
through his land td set the traps he had
along the banks. While he was going
along, feeling for his traps, ho heard a.
faint jsqueak and, looking around, ho
found threo tiny baby animals. He Look
them home ami cared for them and ho
made a pen with a little box. covered, with
straw almost exactly like their home In
side. Then he 'put a tank of water in
the pen where they could swim when
they pleased. They wore great pets and
were also very useful. Several hour
before a storm approached they would
carry a large supply of food Into the
box and then they would all go lnslda,
stuff the entries full of straw and re
main that way until the storm was over.
Three days before the Easter cyclone
the little animals wqnt to work and my
uncle, who also has a drug store In
town, kept posters up of what the little
pets were doing and many people fol
lowed their example and watched for
the storm. I was very sorry when my
uncle gave them their freedom, becauso
they wero such dear pets. Can you guess
what 'those queer littlo pets were? Thdy
were three rauskrats. One returned, but
hp was lonesome and soon went back to
bis companions at the creek.
The Squirrels' Nutting Farty.
Bv Miriam Wesner, Aged 10 Years. 3212
LiinCOHl UGUIOVUHJ, Will",. fccv jJiuw.
Once upon a time Mrs. Squirrel was
left with five children, one of whifh was
a baby. It was In the latter part of
summer, Mr. Squirrel having been killed
by hunters. It was the time Mrs. Squir
rel had to get nuts and that day she
could not. becauso her baby was sick.
The next day the neighbors heard that
Mrs. Squirrel's baby was sick and they
had gotten all their nuts, so they hired
a nurse to take caro of her children, bs
cause Mrs. Squirrel had not had work
that week and so she couldn't hire a
nurse to stay with her children while sr-e
The next day was a nice one. The sun
was shining very bright. The neighbors
having had their breakfast, called for
Mrs. Squirrel and went to the woods for
nuts. They took a great many baske'a
because they did not wish to make two
tr)ps. They wero very busy and by noon
they, had many nuts. They had planned
to gather some extra baskets of nuts for
their dinner. Mrs. Squirrel fixed the din
ner up very nice with acorn cups. She
made a fire so she could roast some nuis
and make some tea. They were very
busy talking and eating their dinner,
when a hunting dog happened to be be
hind a bush and spied the picnic and
went softly up and barked and scared
the squirrels up a tree and upset tho
table and tea.
An old squirrel who had followed them
and was laughing at them being scared
up a tree and he was going to take their
nuts. He knew that the squirrels wou'd
not come down from the tree because the
dog was down there licking up the tel.
Then the .old squirrel who had laughnd
at them was coming to steal their nuts
when the dog gave a big leap and caught
bim by the tail. Somehow the squirrel
got away and the dog bit off somo
bunches of hair and the old squirrel ran
home as fast as he could. He did not
come out only at night, he was so
ashamed. The dog called the squirrels
down and said he wanted to make friends,
so they did. They gathered more nuui
and made more tea and finished their tea
pajty with Shep.
New Busy Bee's letter.
By Ella Klenen, Aged 13 Years, Fullerton,
Neb. Blue Side.
I am a new Busy Bee and would like
to Join the Blue side. I am In the seventh
tho Busy Boo pago. I Bhall expect
by Little Folk
grade In school dlstrlot No. 23. I am 13
years old and live on the farm. I will
try and write a story, I go to school every
dayand am trying very hard to pass this
year. There are thirty-five enrolled. Mr.
McElvaln Is our teacher. I havo read quite
a number of books written by Alger.
They are very Interesting books. There
are more boys going to school than there
are girls. We have a big new school house
We have slnglo scats and a nlco clock and
stove. I have two sisters; one Is going to
school. She is In tho third grade. My
other sister graduated from the eighth
gndo and Is now working at home. Well,
as I have told almost all I know I will
close, hoping I will win the prize.
"In Just a Minute."
uy Marie Neville, Aged 12 Years, 3723
uuiiBB oireet. umana.
Jane was sitting by the window readlnr
a dook. She heard her mother calling her.
jmbio replied, "in just a minute. I want
to rinish this chapter."
In about fifteen minutes she finished the
chapter and went down stairs and to her
surprise found everyone gone. She called
ner mother, but no one answered.
in about two hours her mother camn
dock and said to Elslo: "Have you fin
lshed the chapter yet?" Elsie said, "Yes,"
rumer asnamea at what her mother said.
Js.isie asked her mother what nh wnni
her for when she called. Her mother said
that her friends had come after her to
go for a ride and then to eat their lunch
out in the country.
Elsie was so sorry because shn hnrt hn
Planning ort going all week. But she did
not expect them so early In thn mnnim.
After that Els.'e always camo the minute
sho was called and never said "In Just a
By Vivian Mervln, Aged 10 Years, Ansley,
"Come right home from school, girls,"
am jurs. Joyce emphatically. "I am a)
most sick ana need your help." "All
ngnt motner," came the answer.
Joyce was the mother of two
aaugniera named Helen and Hazel. Hazel
was tho older of the two and Mrs. Joyce
" w Keep up me nome a
That evening both of the girls camo
Immediately home from schnnt. wk
they reached there she was In bed and
Their mother had left the dinner dishes
for them to do. Now neither one of the
girls liked to work and so they had quite
an argument about which one should
wash them and which should dry them.
Finally Hazel remembered the story of
the little girl who refused to bring her
mother a drink of water and the next
morning she was dead.
Then sho repeated the story to Helen
and this stopped the argument and set
the girls to thinking about how bad they
would feel If their n.other would die be
cause they did not help her.
Pretty soon Hazel said, "I'll tell you
what we will do. I'll wash the dishes
and you can dry them and then you can
be mother's nurse and I'll be the house
This pleased Helen and so she started.
Hazel got the supper and cleaned up the
When their father camo home he was
astonished and said, "If you girls will
do this every day I'll give you 60 cents
every Saturday evening.
,So the girls tried this and they found
that It was much better to work than
to sit around and let their mother do
It all. And though the girls were but
10 and 11 years old they were a great
deal of help to their mother.
"Truth is Always Best."
By Mary Qreyson, Aged 12 Years, West
Point, Neb. Blue Side.
There once was, a little girl. Her name
was Amy. She told many untruths.
One day she was going to go to a
party. She wanted to wear her sister's
necklace, as she had none. But she didn't
tell hor mother any of her plans.
She went up to her sister's room, went
to tho dresser, took the necklace and put
It in her pocket.
Then she went to the party. There she
put the necklace around her neck.
They played "tln-tln" and many other
games. Now, they had to give forfeits.
She had given everything up except her
necklace. Now she had to give that up,
too, but she would not Now all the chil
dren were around her. They wero pulling
her neck and all of a sudden a whole
shower of beads lay upon the floor. Bhe
burst Into tears then.
She was thinking of what her mother
would say. When the maid came to tako
Amy, she did not tell her what hap
One day there came a letter from Lon
don and It said that they were to come
and spend Christmas. Everything had to
be fixed up. Jane, the maid, was very
busy. She was a poor girl, only IS years
old. They hunted everywhere, but Jane
necklace was missing. They said Jane
had taken It, but Jane was an innocent
girl and had never told a He. But they
aid "Jane has taken It, as nobody else
would have taken It."
Now all were ready to go; the coach
was there, all ready to go to London,
but the necklace was on their minds.
There was a tap at the door and there
stood the little girl at whose home Amy
had gone to the party. She had found
some of the lost beads at her house and
had brought them to her. Amy never said
a word of what had happened to the neck
lace, but the Utile girl told the whole
story and they never went to London to
spend Christmas, but stayed at homo and
thought what had made Amy tell a lie.
But after that she never told a lie.
The Two Sisters,
By Neva Barden, Aged 14 Years, Spen
cer, roeD. ume mae.
There were once two little girls, one
named Helen and one named Polly. They
ONE OF THE BRIGHEST OF THE
OMAHA BUSY BEES.
were rich people and had a largo house
and had many orchards. They had
beautiful lawn In the front yard and
apple and cherry trees.
Miss Mohr, their teacher, boarded at
One day a little girl came to their
place. Bhe was going to pick an applo
when Polly saw her and scared her
away. Helen saw Folly sena ncr away
and camo up to where sho was stand
ing. She told the little girl to como back
She gave her some cherries and apples
and told her to cat thorn, but tho little
clrl answered, "My mother Is sick and
must havo something to eat."
Helen went In and told her mother.
She went to tho houso where tho lady
lived and brought her to their home and
she was taken care of. They found out
that this lady was some relation to them.
Helen and Polly's mother and Hannah's
(for that was tho girl's hame) father
were sister and brother.
The next fall they went to school. Han
nah was In the same grade that Polly
and Helen were.
This Ib the first time I have ever writ
ten and I hope to see my story In print.
I will belong to the Blue side.
When Littlo Bear Was Sick.
By Carrie Maule. 170 South Forty-eighth
Street, South Omaha, Neb.
One time Father Bear went on a Jour
ney, ile had been gone two days when
Mother Bear noticed tho woodbox was
nearly empty and asked Little Bear to
fill It Mother Bear aBkcd Little Bear
what the trouble was. "Don't you fuel
Well?" "No," "Xcu Pr mtI, fellow;
you must bo sick! Come In and He
down," said Mother Bear. It was' warm
and Littlo Bear fell asleep. Mother Bear
stopped to tho door, when she saw Father
Bear passing and she asked him, "what
do you do for children when they are
sick?" "Wo give them salt," said Father
Bear. "Is Little Bear sick?" "I fear
that he is." "Well, give him a lump of
salt," said Father Bear, and he went on
and told every one that Little Bear was
sick. When Little Bear awoke the houso
was full of neighbors. Then Father Bear
looked at Littlo Bear and he heard about
the empty woodbox and he said, "I know
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what will cure him right away. Littlo
Bear, what you need to do Is to get up
and fill the woodbox." Soon they nil
heard the wood falling Into thebox, and
when the box was full tho mothor erie'l
with Joy, and he always filled tho box
without It being mentioned.
New Busy Bee's Letter.
By Verna Itclmcrs. Aged IS Years, Fuller-
ton, acu., uouie 1. 1I1UO HHIO.
I am a new Busy Boo and would like to
Join tho Blue Side. I am In the seventh
grade and 13 years old. 1 nm five feet
and ten Inches In height. I am two- Inclna
taller than my mother. I have a story
to write, as follows:
Onco I went to the theater. H was
about a, young woman and a young man.
They both wero In lovo. Tho young man
was going to the llcenso bureau. Luclle
(for that was tho girl's imnip) was at her
home picking flowers for tho wedding.
Jack (tor that was the man's name) camo
back with tho llcenso to show to tho
bride-to-be. They Went to their omi to
get ready. The wedding was In the after
noon. When tho bride enma down to
meet her husband she was clad In the
very finest gown. Hor husband was
dressed In a white suit. After tho wed'
ding they took a tour across a lake.
After they wero awhllo on tho ship tho
sailors made tho groom Jump Into tho
lake. The bride, as sho found it out.
was sad ever after. Her husband was
not drowned. Tho sailors rescued her
husband, but he dared not show up aftv
that. So sho got off of the ship and was
left alone again. Bo one day sho and
somo other men nhd women went auto
riding. They wanted to tako tho picture
whero sho thought her husband had
drowned. Her husband was near the
lake then and followed them up, as I
ininK no recognized his wife. Just rs
they were going to tako her plcturo her
husband came upto them and they bot
recognized each other and lived happy
ever after that.
The Kind Bog.
By Edna McKenzIc, Aged 11 Years,
.Macedonia, la.. It. ! . D. No.
2. Itc.1 Side.
In a country homo a short distance
from i. village lived a little girl. Her
name was Mildred. Sho was 6 years old
and very beautiful.
Sho had no brothers or sisters, but a
very dear friend, a dog.
This dog was large and brown and
played with the girl and thought ns
nruoh of her as a -brother or sister would.
Mildred went to school and each night
tho dog would sit at tho gato and' watch
until ho saw her coming down tho road
and would run to meet her, lick hor
hand, wag his tall to show that he was
glad to see her.
Ono day Bhe was in tho yard playing
and a snako came up and wns going to
harm her, but tho dog Jumped on the
snake and killed It, then ran to the girl
whining and wagging his tail, showing
that he had protected her,
The Happy End.
By Catherine McMlllen, 1113 Fourth Avo.,
Council Bluffs, la. Bluo Side.
Yes, something was wrong. Bvcn the
roses on tho vine outsldo of the window
wero nodding to each other about some
thing. For Inside this little cottago sat
a young' woman with a child of three'
years. On her lap lay a letter crushed
and blotted with tears. If we should havo
read the lettec It -would have gone as
"Dear Little Wife: I went with Gen
eral Green to Boston to fight the rebels
and I fear I shall never be with you
again. Tell little George about me and
break the news easily to mother. Bear
It bravely and God bless you.
She turned deathly pale and gave one
sob and burled hor face In George.
Gladys Da France.
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Walter Lee Metcalfe.
wrxi. be continues in tomobbows evekimo bbe.
"Darling, dot ling," she whispered, "we'll
bear It bravely though. She put her cape
on, and, taking tho baby, hurried down
tho street and entered a small house
whero sat an old woman with silvery
hair, whom sho addressed as mother.
In the meantime In far-off Boston on
cot lay a young man. while over him
bent a doctor. The daelor looked very
grave. Leaving tho room, he addressed
a young nurse. "Miss Marie.1 lie saui,
'I nm going to save that fellow, nut
you'll have to help ine. "I ll bo very
dud. sir," sho answered. It was a long
pull, but finally a palo, thln-faccd young
man boarded a train in uoston.
It was three months since tho scene
In tho littlo cottage. Nothing was
chaniscd. The woman and the child sat
as though waiting for tho father to re
turn. She little knew that at that mo
ment her lover was walking merrily up
ttm ntreet A footstep was heard and
the child's face brightened and the color
rushed to the woman's cheeks. In a mo
ment a footstep was heord and the young
man held the baby and the woman cioso
arid whispered, "I came back.
By Badlo L.voy. 6 Davenport Street,
"March right upstairs to bed and you
.M,r mi nnncr. The Idea of a
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little clrl behaving so"
Mitiv wont slowly uDntatrs to bed, very
angry at her mother, and made up her
mind to run. away the noxt day and get
lost and mako her mother feel sorry for
what she had done, but sho soon cried
lMn. After a while she was
awakened by a littlo "tip-tap" at the win
dow. She got up and looked around her
and sho saw a littlo fairy beside hor
dressed very, very beautifully.
"How would you like to come with me,
Mllllcent?" asked a sweet little voice.
Mllly was glad to go with tho fair an!
Ann ihnv started.
Up, up. up they wont, over the treetops
and above tho houses, and rivers, and
i.kr. until she saw something very
bright and shiny and as she not closer
sho saw It was made of checso and" that
the cheese was green. It was the moon.
The moon of green cheese looked very
Umntiner to noor. hungry Mllllcent, who
had gono to bed without supper, and she
was Just going to break off a piece to
taBto when sho heard a crack followed
by a loud crash and she wok up and
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By. Bernlce Clayton, Aged 11 Years, J
bard, Neb., ltout No. 1, Box U,
"Oh, Nellie!" exclaimed Ullle White to
hnr friend. Nellie Walklns. "Are you
going, to try ,for that prize Miss Lane Is
going to give for the best essay on 'Tho
Panama Canal7' The first prlzo Is 5. the
second prlzo Is 8 nnd the third prize is n
I am going to try awful hard ior u.
wnt somo spending monoy so bad."
Well. I'm (rolng to try for U, too. and
I think I wilt get It, for all tho girls say
I wrlto very good compositions," said
The time came and the threo Judges
read the essays. They decided that the
first nrlzo went to Llllle White. Then
Mrs. .Brown said that oncfof thf. girls had
copledn great deal of It from xno papers.
After that Nellie nover cneatea.
Marv's Visit to the Seashore.
By Helen Tagwerker, Awed 12 Years, Co
lumbus, Neb. Bed Side.
This Is tho second story I have written
to tho Busy Bees, and I wish to Join the
Mary was a littlo city girl. She did
not know what a beautiful sight It was
to see greon fiolds. She had always lived
In the heart of the city.
One day Mary's father camo Into the
room and said, "Mary, dear, run and tell
mother to get ready, pack, our clothes, and
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we shall take the next train for the
seashore." Mary was detlghted. Bhe
ran and told her mothor, nnd her mother
got everything ready and soon they wore
When they wero on the train Mary's
heart beat fast with Joy at tho thought
of going to tho seashore.
They wero on tho train two days and
two nights, stilt Mary was not tired of
her ride. When she saw tho greon fields
sho exclaimed, "Oh. father! Is not that
beautiful, and those lovely flowers."
'Yes, my child, that Is wonderful, but
ran you tell mo who made them?" "Oh,
father, I could never guess who that
wonderful man could be." "God made
them, my child; God created all things."
At last they reached tho seashore, and
Mary thought It was a dMam. She took
off her shoes and stockings and played
In the sand.
They romnlned there two weeks, and
when the day came to go home Mar
A Fairy Gift.
By Bernlce Etnier. Aged 10, 4010 North
Twenty-oigntii street, umana, reo,
Once upon a time there lived a beauti
ful little girl, but she was poor and so
she had to go Into the forest and gather
berries to sell In thp nearby town
So the next morning she wont to gather
berries to sell. She went farther and
farther, but no berries could she find.
She went so far away that she was near
a place where the fairies lived.
Tho fairies asked her what she was
doing. Sho said that sho was gathering
Iverries to sell, but she couldn't find any.
Tho fairy said, "I will tell you where
you can find some berries." So she went
where the fairy said and when sho came
back with her berries the fairy said:
"Little girl, I am Very hungry. Will you
please gtvo me some of your berries?"
She said, "I will give you some, but 1
mustn't give them all to jrou."
So the fairy nto the berries and after
she was through, saldt "I hare some
thing for you." She asked her what It
was. " She answered, "A bottle of magic
wator that will mako the sick well, the
sorrowful glnd, and the sad happy."
She said, "That is Just what I want be
cause my mamma is sick."
And ever after she went from place to
place making people happy.
By rtuth Long, Aged 8 Years, Madison
Btrctt, Timen, nea, uiue ruao.
I am going to tell you how we got our
dog. Tlge. My brother was working in a
drug store when a little black dog came
to the door of tho store. It whined and
looked so pltoously at my brother that he
let it In. My brother put It on a counter,
but It Jumped off and hurt Its foot My
brother took It home and we gave t
some milk. It was a little, tiny pup when
wo first got It. It seemed to bo slok at
first and we thought It would die, but
It got better. We got It In Blair and
brought It to Ttlden. There were a, lot
of cats hern and so they and Tlge would
fight Tlge nnd the cats did not get along
My papa went to Omaha and got Ttgo
a collar. When papa said he had some
thing tor Tlge I said It was a dog caltar
and I guessed right HO Is very proud
,1 am a now Busy Bee and hope my
story escapes Mr. Wastepaper Basket
Busy Bee Letter.
By Myrtlo Hedgren. iZ2i flouth Thlrtenth
Btrcet, ujue Hiae.
Dear Editor! I am t years old. I would
llko to Join the Busy Bee page. I read
It every Sunday and I like It very much.
I go to Edward Rosewater school, I am
In the fourth grade.
Thero Is a hill back of our house that
wo go sleigh riding on when It snows,
but It has not snowed for a long time
so wo. could not It has been a nice
winter only I wish It would snow. Don't
Wo have a horse named Prince. lie is
very wild and when we take htm out
he nearly runs away from us. We also
have two dogs. Their names are Babe
Busy Bee Letter.
By Frederick Karrer, Aged 8 Years,
iieneaict, jnu. iiea Mae.
I would like to Join the Red Side. This
is my first letter to the Busy Bees. I
go to school and I am In the third grade.
My teaohcr'stname Is Miss McCarty I
would like to see my letter In print
Busy Bee Letter.
By Edith Kenyon, Aged 11 Years, SK3
Cuming Street, Omaha, Neb. Blue Side,
Dear Busy. Bees: I did net write stories
in the Busy Bee page for quite a while
because I did not have time. I was busy
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wanted to be on tho honor roll. Although
my name was not in tho honor roU I tried
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By Elsie Knoll, Aged 13 Years, Gretna,
nod. Blue sme.
It was a very warm summer day and
everyone- seemed dreary. Little Bertha
was lying in tho hammock reading a
hook. She yawned a couple of times,
but somehow tho 'book was not Interest
ing, and it fell from her hands and sho
Sho was taking a walk along the broad
road and tho flowers were smelling so
sweetly. Sho Jumped upon a bank and
gathered one or two. "I'll take these
home for mamma, for she docs lovo
flowers," said Bertha, and. she trotted on.
Sho had walked a halt a mile and
was quite tired with her Journey. Bhe
sat on the green grass by a bank and
rested. She meant to get more flowers
and walked on. She had only gone a
short distance and saw a bridge which
was almost broken down. Tho planks
were very loose and sho was frightened.
"Oh." said she, "What will I dd? I
know. I'it run and twil somebody." Sho
ran a few steps behind and beheld a
dozen fairies, "Oh," exclaimed Bertha,
"there's a bridge down there and It ts
broken. Anyone going over It may break
their nook, so I wanted to tell you about
It." The fairies flow to the bridge and
every hand was busy. Bertha stood by
watching them, whllo they flew from ono
end to another, ftght was coming on sutd
tho fairies had Just finished. Bertha was
very happy and said, "Oh, thank you,
dear fairies," and ran home. Sho was
Just going to teU her mother about It
when she woke up and found herself in
the hammock. "Oh," she exclaimed, "only
a dream, but I'm glad anyway, for even
In a dream It was a good deed."
Bertha ran Into the house and told
everyone about her dream, becauso she
was very proud of It.
By Geraldtne Yloborts. Aged 11 Years, 4001
Charles Street, Omaha, Neb, Red Side.
Friday, December 19, was the beginning
My heart palpitated with Joy, not be
nause I was weary of the pleasant sur
roundings which school life affords, but
I because of tho pleasing things, yuletldo
brings to every child's heart. I hastened
(homo on tne white wings of joyous antic!
ration nor have I In any way been dis
appointed. My hopes and dreams have
been fully realized by having enjoyment
out-of-door, indoors, in toyland and in
act everywhere except In the land to
njome. I have flitted hero and there as
flits a sun ray which sips the' dow from
the rose In the morning, bathes it With
warmth at noon and kisses It .a, pleasant
good night The many things whloh over
come and should have overcome during
tjio two weeks' vacation would be tedious
to write and no doubt more tiresome for
you to hear.
Passing over the silver thread of pleas
ing events, Bt Nicholas was more than
10nd to. me this year, presenting me with
(toys and those things which are pleasing
to the taste, I sleep as I am rocked in
the cradle of happiness, but am readly
sjwakened by a 'phone ring. A hello at
tho other end says, "I am here, 1914,
lHappy New Year." I feel that In my
small way I should 'pnono to contribute
to welcome the youngster who is bom,
develops, and dies In a year and will
rennquisn nis turono in twelve montns
to 1015, so I flung out the happy now
year pennant try way of the mouth to
hoso whom I met and hope each time
It was sufficiently forceful and pleasant
to convoy the feeling of sincerity which
I purely feel.
The youthful stranger J3U has whis
pered, "Your vacation has been enjoyed.
Fold It and place It on memory's shelf.
Accept my hand. Lot's go to school and
you must give a good account of school
work to me as I pass to the land of havo
been on December 3L 191V
Busy Bee Letter,
By Pearl White. Aged 18 Years, E62 South
Thirteenth Street, South Omaha.
Dear Busy Bees: I thought I would
write again. I did not see my story la
the paper, so it was not original. I re
ceived many things for Christmas. Our
sohool had two weeks' vacation, and we
Just went back this morning. I enjoy
reading tho Busy Bees stories very much
every Sunday, I havo not much to tell
this time, so I will close and leave room
for the rest of the Busy Bees. X hops to
see my letter In print
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