THE OMAHA SUNDAY BEE: FEBBL'AKV 8, 1914.
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The Busy Bees
- .IIAT kind of a gamo do the Busy Bees like to play best7 Tlioy ;
Wsay that HtUo girls care for nothing olse but dolls and play
ing houso and school, and that boys like tho out-door, more
actiro games. However, I liavo ray doubts, as I think there
aro many girls oftentimes called "tomboys," who caro a
great deal for out-door sports, whllo many boys arc real book-worms or
clso like to tell riddles, puzzles or indulge in other Indoor forms of nmuso
went. The last few years have witnessed a wonderful revolution in toys for
children. Toddle Bears, Kewpio dolls and other such Innovations wore
not used as play thlngB by our mothers and fathers. Neither did tho me
chanical toys, moving engines and trains and miniature automobiles glvo
pleasure then, as they do now.
I think it would bo very interesting for tho Busy Bees to exchange
Ideas with regard to the games they llko to piny tho best, by moans of let
ters to tho Busy Bee page.
This week, the first prize was awarded to Milton Uosers, of tho Hod
Side: second prizo to Lizzie Herman, of the Bed Side, nnd honornblo men
tion to Bcrnice Ashburn, of tho Blue Side.
Little Stories
(First rriie.)
Abraham Lincoln.
By Milton Bogors. Aged 14 Tears.' SJIS
Dewey Avenue. Bed .Side.
V you think that Lincoln's parents even
Imagined that some day 'Abraham Lin
coln would become the greatest presi
dent of tho Vnitcd States? Do you think
that the awkward, homely lad at the axe
of 7 or 8 looked llko a very promising
man? I am afraid not-
Think how proud Lincoln's parents
would havo been If they could hava seen
lilm, when a man, as president.
Lincoln, as you havo learned, had very
liltlo education, bur the little he' hod
he .used to tho utmost extent
Abraham Lincoln, us atpresldent, was
of a stern nnd rugged character. If ho
mado up his mind to do a thins that he
bought was right, regardless of all else,
he would do that 'one thing, and ho
usually accomplished what he started to
do.
Lincoln, as a young fellow or man, wan
kind and loVablcto all human being's. Ho,
loVed especially his llttlo son, "Tad."
Think of what Lincoln must have suf
fered during tho war. Lincoln did not
want that wur to come, but ho knew
what was tho right thing, and so ho
accomplished tho feat that many other
men could not havo done Think how
sad Lincoln must have been at tho
' deaths of tho soldiers on both sides. Tea,
tho south as well. Lincoln grieved Just
as much for tho south's loss as ho did
for tho north. It pained blm greatly to
hear of the poor confederates, but he
knew what was right and bis decisions
wore successfully carried out.
Think again of tho poor uneducated
lad Lincoln was when young. But In
spite of all this, when' a man, Lincoln
turned out somo of tho greatest master
pieces of the English literature. He was
an excellent speaker, yet simple In'words.
sincere and plain In facts. All tho peo
ple loved him. and he loved them. '
Lincoln 1b the greatest man the United
States has ever known.
wnen the vuiamqus ana half crazy
"Wilkes Booth, shot Lincoln, tho great
president's death was felt ,aa a sad
shock, the world over , and ,tho people's
grief was universal and sincere.
(Second Prlxo.)
. A Joke on Me.
By l.lzzio Herman. Aged 13 Years. New
man Grove, Neb. . Bed Side.
brother,, my sister and I were out play-1
yne bunaay afternoon three of my
Ing hide-and-seek. We wero playing It
for a while and in one game no one
was caught, and I thought I was going
to get In tree, set I ran around the
barn. The standard looked' and I got
caught Bo then I was standard. Every
one was caught but one of my brothers, t
bo i uegan numing tor mm. i naa
looked all over when I thought of look
ing under the two boxes that were by
the com crib. They had put a pig
Tinder one box and I did not know it.
The pig started to jump under the box
ind I said, "You think you are smart,
tut I'll catch you." I raised up, tho
Itr ran out and while I was raisins that
box my brother ran "out from under the
other box. They began to laugh at me
very loUd, So the next -time wc played
hide-and-seek I was on the lookout for
the pig under the box, I was about 10
years old theni now I am IS years old.
My birthday Is February 23. I am in
the elehth grado and expect to take the
eighth grade examinations. 'My teacher's
name Is Miss Althea' Wtnell. Tills 'Is a
true story. I was so glad to see my
first story Jn .print."
(Honorable' Mention.)
At Camp,
By U mice Aehburn. Aged U .Years, Gib
bon, Jeb. BtueSlde. .
The morning "of August S3, IMS,"' found
two wagonloals of people, provisions,
cots, tents and a gasoline stove going out
In the country northwest of Gibbon for
a three days' camping trip. There were
twenty-four of us who went out and sev
eral others came out for a day.
We pitched the three tents on the bank
of Wood river, five miles from town.
?he boys fixed a couple of planks up
between a tree nnd a post for a table
and we ate and cooked outdoors.
There was a well on the other side of
the river and we carried water froiu
there.
We divided up in crews of eight each
and each crew had one meal each day
to prerare.
Twice four of us walked a halt mile
to the nearest house to telephone to town
for more supplies, and once while there
we played croquet for an hour and a. half.
We went In swimming every afternoon
ana waatng several times,
The first evening we crossed the river
on a tree that had fallen and nlvi
"keep-away" with a volley ball that the
board In charge of the "playground"' let
us take with us. The second evening we
played games. Including "miller' boy,"
"granger" and "London bridge," around
the fire.
Wo all had nicknames, and it aum
take jiany more words than we are at-
loweo to use to tell of all the good times
we naa.
Tbe expense was divided among us and
we expect to go again next year, and I,
for one, hope so.
The .San Tiry.
By 1'red Levey. JfiB Davenport Street.
Bedside.
Once upon a tjroe there lived a town
r.ul of bad people- The north side always
fought with the south side.
One day the sun fairy came down and
'old them tnat Jf they would not stop
richtlng hn would burn down tbe town.
they utoppml for a while hut soon began
fluhUna ajfuin. 0 the falri started to
by Little Folk
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burn the town. She killed everyone ex
cept a very good woman and her ihlld.
This woman begged for mercy, which she
ot, nnd the town was built' up again
with good people, who lived happily ever
after.
The Story of Little Hans.
By Kenneth McOIH. Aged 10 Tears.
Tekamah. Neb. Bed Bide.
Little Hans lived In the town of Dodge,
a long time ngo. u you wok on mo ,
map of Kansas you will find this town
along the Arkansas rlvor.
He lived in a log house. Tho Inside of
It was covered with thick blue paper,
Their table was a log split through the
middle. On tho smooth sldo they ate.
On the other side there were four legs,
or rathor, limbs. Their chairs wero
made, of a board made round, and It bad j
three tegs. Their beds were the same
as the. tabic.
Although thoy had no fine furniture
or house, It always was clean,
Hans' father only owned n half lot.
On this was built the house and a chicken
house. They had twelve hens, three
roosters and two dozen little chickens.
They got six eggs nearly evory day; for
Hans took good care of them.
Hans' father mended shoes and his
mother tewed.
Hans had three books. They were:
"Robinson Crusoe," ''Gulliver's Travels"
and "Fairy Land."
He and his father and mother slept In
the garreti
They had a dog and ,a cat. Their names
were Hover and Kitty.
Hans was a newsboy. Every morning
early he went to the printing office. One
aay ne sow so many papers that he
m,;th" .???;
He did not sell papers long, but began
to blacken shoes.
At this ho made more
money.
There was an apple tree and Hans
made a garden on his father's half lot.
Out of Its products he made 13.00 every
year.
Bar. i
One dav. an Ihn. n.i.,
he saw a nurse. He nirkrt if ,?
tw.r.n t, a ,4 ...... .
on It. Hans knew whem th.
nersnn
lived and he went there. The lady gave
mm suw ana her husband made ,hlm a
clerk In the store.
Kay and Ruth.
By Mollle Corenman. $K South Seventh
drool, umana. ilea bide.
May and Buth- were sisters who lived
In a large farmhouse tn the country.
May was a kind and gentlo llttlo girl,
quite different from her sister Buth. who
was very harsh and mean. May was IS
years of age and Buth was 11. Poor little
May had to do everything In the house
whllo Buth was steeping or away. But
May never complained because sho had
no one to whom to cpmplotn. Sometimes
she would try to tell her father how
harsh Buth treated her, but he would
not listen, saying he had plenty of
other, things to attend to. May onty had
one friend and that was her mother,
but site was In heaven now. Often people
could seo May crying bitterly over her
mother's grave In the little churchyard.
The years flew by. Ruth was now a
short clumsy girl of 22 and May waa
now a tall, slender, girl of SI. They were
both talking of soon getting married.
Buth was soon married to a poor farm
er's boy, with whom she lived the rest of
her life In a small untidy cottage. It
would have been much prettier If Mrs.
Smith, as Ruth was now called, kept it
cleiw. But she could hardly do any house
work because she didn't learn how when
she was young.
It happened that summer thut a young
banker by the name of Mr. Harney came,
to the country where May lived, for hit
health. Soon the whole country knew that
May was to marry the young man and
live In the great city of New York.
They were married In the winter and
May was soon living happily in one of
the most beautiful homes in New York.
Although she had plenty of servants fche
did as much work as any of them and
her house was always as clean as wax
bucause May had learned to work In her
youth.
The Story of Abraham Lincoln.
By Mollle Corenman. 80S South Seventh
v Street, Omaha. Bed Side. Ago IS.
Aoranam Uncoln was born In a little
log hut In Kentucky February It. 1.
Mis father was a restless, shiftless, ne'er-do-well
man. always seeking the casfett
way to make a living, who. In the coursa
of his wandering from place to place,
moved Into Indiana when Abraham was
7 years old. Though but a child Abra
ham was given an axe and set to work'
to help clear tho ground for the half
faced camp In which tho family Hvod
for a year. The cabin when built had a
doorway, but po door, a window, but
n oiled paper or glass, and nothing but
the hare earth fur a floor. Ultle Ahru-
ham's bed was a htap of dry leaves In'
Two Pretty Omaha Busy Bees
TUolhe and 3usi Corenman
the loft, to which ho climbed by Pegs
driven Into tho cabin wall.
Ah he grow older he learned nil tho
things n frontier settler's boy must know.
Ho could plow, cut grain with a sickle,
thresh It with a flail and clean It with
n sheet; ho could chop wood, split rails,
drlvo teams and handle carpenters' tools,
and could do all so well that when his
father did not need his help ho could
hire him out to a neighbor for moro than
ordinary wages Abraham learned to read,
wrlto nnd cipher at a school taught by
somo of tho schoolmasters who In those
days wandered about the country from
town to town Ho went to school, as he
Bald .by littles' In all. his schooling did
not fllnount to more than a year,
a. Boon . he could rend h iw.?nn m
borrow every book ho hoard of, among
them "Aesop's Fables," Hunyan's "Pil
grim's Progress," "Robinson Cruso,'
"A Short History of tho United States,'
j and Weem's "Life of Washington." This
inst book got wet. and ho bought It of
the owner by pulling fodder for three
days. For a slate he used the wooden
fire shovel, or shingles, when they were
to bo had, scraping thorn clean when
they wero covered with sums. His pencil
was a charred stick. From the borrowed
books he copied long extracts, using
brlcrwood Ink and a quill pen mado from
n turkey buzzard's 'feather. When paper
was not to bo had he wroto the ex
tracts on Bhlnglos or bits of boards.
After Lincoln grew up he moved to
Illinois and became a lawyer, and before
ho died the whole world had heard of
him.
Willie's Lesson.
By Edda Mao finyder. Aged 1 J3 Tears
Provo, Utah. Blue 8lde.
Willie was now In the country spend
ing his vacation with his relatives.
It was Sunday morning when ho asked
his mother If ho might go fishing with
George, his friend, but his mother's re
ply was, "No, WIIHe. do you not know
it Is only bad boys who go fishing on
Sunday nnd they too nearly always get
hurt, because they should have gone to
Sunday school. Watt until tomorrow and
you may go, but I do not want you to
go today. Get ready and go to Sunday
school llko a nice boy."
Theso words were very disappointing to
iWltllo. but he started to Sunday school
with a heavy heart for ho and George
had planned tho night before to go the
next morning.
He had gone but three blocks, when
ha met George, who was awaiting him
with his fishing rods and was much sur
prised to see 'Willie with his best clothes
on and so Bad.
"Why, Willie, where are you going?
you said you would go fishing with me."
"No, George, mamma said for me to
go to Sunday school and go with you to
morrow. Why not you come and go with
mo?"
"I."
"Why not, George:"
"Well do you think I would go to Sun
day school and have tho other boys
laugh at mo? No Indeed I won't."
Vell,"sald Willie, "I must go. and 1
promive I win go wun you tomorrow.
Willie, you know we will be home by i:
o'clock and your folks won't know a
thing different but what you are tn Sun
day school."
'No, I guess that Is true, so I II come.
I think there will be many fish about
this time."
So oft they went and began fishing
They had fished for some time and had
caught nothing, when Into the river fell
George. At this Willie Jumped In after
him, but tn vain, both were struggling In
the water.
It secmetl to them as though they had
been there for hours, but tt was only 'i
few rp'nutes,
"Oh," cried WJUle In a sob, "don't you
wish wo had gono to Sunday school as
momma told me to? But It Is too late.
Now we are nearly dead and I'm sure
I don't know where I'll go to when I am
dead for I've been so naughty."
"It Is too late now, but how I wish I
had gone, too," said George.
At this moment Willie's father came.
He had learned that Willie had not gone
to Sunday school and, knowing his wish
to go fishing, had followed him to the
river.
Ho got the two boys out of the water.
He did not say much to Willie, but he
wua soon In bed after reaching his home.
He was 111 for nearly three weeks, and
that was a better lesson than words could
have taught him.
When he waa well he always went to
Sundby school and left his fishing for
Monday, and George, too, did the ime.
Lena's First School Day.
By Alice Thomas. Aged 11 Years, Deer
Trail, 1.010., iiox i. uiue woe.
Lena White, a little girl from th coun
try, came to a school in a country town.
The first doy Was a big one for Lena.
Tho room was a big one and there were
lots of children- Lena stood In the back
of the room. A little girl was watching
lna The llttlo glrl'a name was Alice,
Hhe uw Iena was a new girl and she
saw she didn't know what to do, Alice
went to Lena and said. IJttlo girl, If you
haven't a scat, you may come and sit
with me. Lena sat with Alice. Alice
showed her the work and Lena did very
well. Mrs. Bead, tho teacher, said:
"Lena, here you are to do tho spelling
ten times on tho board." Allco did her
work on the 'board right next to Lena.
When tho teacher marked tho spelling
Lena had the best. My, how glad and
proud Lena was. When Lena went homo
at noon sho said, "Mamma, I had the.
best spelling today and the nicest friend."
At the end of the week Lena had
many friends. ,
Moral: A friend In need Is a friend
Indeed.
Speak kind words to everyone and
friends you'll have.
Oh, the merry soul has always the
most friends. livery one wants a kind
word.
Even tho animals want kind words. Be
kind to everything, are my words.
1 made up this pleco myself.
The Arctic Poppies
By Mabel Hcdgrcn, Aired 12 Years, 4221
Houut -rnirieentn street, umana.
Bluo Side.
Way up north In tho Arctic regions
where It Is all Ice and snow one could
hardly believe that there aro any
flowers. But nature Is kinder than that,
for she must not give all the pretty
things to one place. So sho gives this
cold region a few flowers.
Theso little flowers were away down
In the earth. Tho ground was hard, so
It could not push Its way up Into tbe
world above.
One of tho flowers waited patiently (for
mere wore iwo uowcrsi lor many aaye.
but the other was restless and In a hurry
to get up Into the world that nature told
them about.
The largest flower waa very patient
and good, but Its little sister was cross
and cranky. "What color do you think
you will be?" asked the largest flower.
"I don't know, or I don't care," ans
wered the little one, tossing her head.
One day tho llttlo one said, "I don't
care what nature will suy, I'm going to
push my way up."
"Oh, don't tho ground Is too hard,"
cried the eldest sister.
"Oh, I don't care," answered the little
one, as she started to go up through the
hard earth.
For many days and weeks the biggest
flower stayed underneath tho ground. At
last, when she thought nature was calling
ner, she started to push her way up. It
took a long time, but at last she came
up. The flower now was a beautiful pink
poppy. The pink poppy looked around for
her llttlo sister, the white poppy. She saw
a little dead, withered poppy lying be
side a snowbank.
"Poor little sister, too bad you could
not have waited for the tlmo to come
when you should come out of the ground
a pretty white poppy," moaned the pink
poppy.
"She learned a lesson," nature said; "a
very good lesson, too."
All the few weeks of summer In the
Arctic region the little pink poppy danced
with tho wind.
All tho animals and birds of this cold
land wero 'very happy because of the
pink poppy. She was so pretty and good
that the animals and birds liked to look
at her and felt very cheerful and happy.
Busy Bee's Letter.
By Emma Luhke. Aged 13' Years. Coun-
I have not written to this page before.
I'll write now and be on the Bed Side,
If I may.
The weather Is very muddy out here.
It snowed some time ago, so It made tho
road muddy.
I wroto to Helen Adklns. I do not
know whether she will get It or not. I
go to school every day and have a nice
time. There are seven going to our
sohool Their names are: Hull. William.
Albert. Wayne. Qarl and Maxlne. Tho
boys play ball. There are two girls and
five boys at school.
How are all the Busy Bees setting
along? I am flue and dandy. I have
four brothers. Their names are Carl.
Willie, John and Henry. They were home
today to see us.
Busy Bee Letter.
By Dorothy Waid. Aged 1: Years. il
North Thirty-ninth 8tret. Bed Bide.
Dear Busy Bee; I would like to Join
the red side. I have two little brothers
and one little sister, My little slater Is
S years old, and my baby brother is 2
years old, and my other brother la 10
years old. I go to Central Park school.
I am in sixth A. My teachers name is
Miss Niedemler.
The One Who Did It.
By Helen Agan. Aged 9 Years, Olenwoud,
la. Blue Side.
Opce upon a' tlmo there was a little
boy and girl. The girl waa kind, but
the boy was not. He waa selfish. The
little yirl's uume was Mary. The boy's
name was Paul. Mao had a pet bird.
Paul Old not like It. but Mary loved t
One .ay Mary was In the city. Paul , house and kicked on the door. Ronald
went to tho bird's cage and opened It, j was the first to hear them. On awaken
frcelns the bird, und weut Into the gar-J Ing he smelted the smoke and quickly
den behind a tree. He look aim and
shot the llttlo bird's head off. Then
he went Into tho field and buried It.
When Mary came homo Paul wont Into
the bedroom nnd locked the door. Mary
did not hear the bird's voice. She went
to the bird's cage and it was gone. She
went to her mother and said, "Oh,
mother, my bird Is gone;" Paul heart!
this end said to himself, "Why did 1
kilt tho bird?" He went and said to his
sister. "I killed your bird." Tho girl
went to her brother and said, "Brother,
did you do It? Why did you?" Paul
shook his head and said, "Sister, I will
never do it again." Now, boys nnd girls
never kill nor steal anything that Is not
yours. Paul did not steal or kill any
thing qny more and ho Is a good mnti
now and happy.
A 'Rirthde" SunvUe
Uy Viola Dlcdnckscn, Aged 8 Years,
Amine, in., lvuuic 1. itud riloc
Once upon a .time there was a llttlo
girl named Lillian, nnd sho had a llttic
sister 3 years old, and Lillian took her
ulong to school some times. Tho llttlo
girl of 3 years of ago was named Violet.
One day Lillian took Violet to school
with her. It was Lillian's birthday and
her mumma wished to surprise her. Ho
Whllo tho girls were at scnool their
mamma baked a nice birthday cake with
Lillian's name on It and sent word to
somo of her HttTc friends to be there at
6 o clock. When Lillian and Violet came
homo from school they went upstairs to
play with their dolls. They wero so busy
playing they didn't hear what was going
on downstairs. At half past S their
mamma called them down for supper,
and when they came down their mamma
said: "Lillian, you may go Into tho
parlor and get your birthday present,"
and when sho opened tho door sho saw
about twenty of her little friends In tho
room. She was so surprised sho forgot
to look for her present, so mamma called
them out for supper. They had Ice
cream and cako and all kinds of fruit
for supper, and after supper they played
all kinds of games until about 10 o'clock,
and then It was time to go home. They
all said they had a fine time and wished
they could all come again on her next
birthday. Lillian was now 8 years old.
Sho thanked them all for coming and
also for tho many presents which sho
received. They all had a very nice time.
Disobedient Frank.
By Paulino Bys, Aged 12 Years, Have
lock, Neb. Blue Side.
It was a cold, bleak, winter morning
when Frank arose. Ho ato his breakfast,
and asked his mother if he could go
skating. "Oh no," said his mother, "you
will accidentally hurt yourself, or some
one else." Frank was angry and went to
tho barn and got his new skates and
started off. It was two miles to the
pond. When ho got there he saw thut
there were some other boys.
Ho sat on the bank and put on his
skates. Then he arose and started to
skate. He was there for about half an
hour when "creak, croak" went the Ice.
It was now too late, but he thought of
how his mother had told him not to go.
With -a crash, he fell beneath the ice.
Tho other boys were quite a distance
from htm when the accident happened.
They ran to the rescue.
Frank had como above the water twice,
and was going down tho last time when
the boys reached him. They took him
by the arms and dragged him away from
danger.
They took him homo and his mother
put him to bed. He was sick for two
weeks, and his mother was afraid he
would not get well.
He was never allowed to go skating
again, and never disobeyed his mother
again
His parents gave the boys each a'
watch and some money. There never'
were any happier boys than theso boys
going home that night.
Picking Flowers.
By Harvey Peterson, R. F. D. 2. Box 90,
council uiuiis, ia. itea siae.
Where I used to go to school there was
a large meadow right vacross tho road
from the school house. This school was
called Meadow Brook school. This was
not a very large school. All around the.
meadow were large elm and maple trees.
In the spring the teacher used to take
us flower picking. This place was about
two miles from the school. It was a
largo timber with pretty wild flowers,
such as are found In the woods.
Wo had to go through meadows and
fences before we got there. We always
took our lunch along with us. After wo
had lunch we all went flower picking.
The teacher took a bell along with her
to call us when It was time to go home.
When sho Called us we were all thirsty.
Wo found an old well on the way home,
We all took a drink and went home. We
had three or four miles to walk home
When I got home I was ready for a
good supper and bed.
This will be all this time. I will write
again.
Busy Bee Letter.
By Delia Mao Anderson. Aged 9 Years.
Newman Grove, Neb. Blue Side.
I have been reading the Busy Bee's
page, and would like to Join. I live In
the country. I go to school and am In
the fourth grade. 1 am going to tell
you about my pets. I havo a pony, dog
and four cats, first I am going to tell
you about my pony. HlsMiame Is Tony
and his color is bay, with a white foot
and a white star in his forehead. He Is,
not very large. I have a saddle and
bridle, so I ride hlra horse back. Some
times he Is tricky, otherwise he Is very
gentle. I also have harness and a little
cart.' Sometimes I hitch him to the cu-t
and drive him.
My dog Is a Scotch collie dog. His
name is Scot. He Is a very good dog.
and very sensible. He seems to under
stand everything I tell him. Ho also can
shake hands very nicely, and knows many
other llttlo tricks.
My cats are black and white, and they
are very playful, but are afraid of my
dog Scot. I am a new Busy Bee, and
I hope my letter wUl bo tn print.
Dick and Betty.
By May Bell. Aged 12 Years, Fort
Crook. Neb. Blue Bide.
Ronald, a little city lad, had two white
coats. The goats, Betty and Dick by
name, wero the same size. The goats
were very gentle and liked to play.
Ronald's father bought him a small
wagon. Jo which he used to hitch the
goats. Ronald bad lots of fun playing
jwlth tho goats In the large blue grava
yara.
One night about 3 o'clock the house
took fire- The goats, learning that the
tire was In the house, came up to tho
Their Own Page
CHILDRENRECEIVINGTHE'HICHEST MARKlNMORE
THAN'HALFTHEIR SUBJECTS LAST WEEK
COLUMBIAIT.
Eignth B.
Kieie Urows.
Olga Harmon.
Dlctz Nelson.
Eighth A.
Ann Axtcll.
Dorothy Darlow.
Lillian Head.
Kva Kornmuyer.
Kllzabctlt Porrlgo.
KIsIp Schmidt.
Jossplyn Stone.
Virginia White.
Seventh B.
Mnrlam Butsett.
Knl! Cnlvrrt.
llryco JnmlMin.
Kddlc Lincoln.
Mary Peterson.
COLUMBIA1T.
Tonrth B.
I.csitr Aiiuerson.
Allco ISvers.
Kmma Heasc.
Irving Mclcher.
Sophia Ithcam.
Daisy Rich.
Third B.
Anna Arnold.
Bcuhth Miller.
Carollno Proebstlng.
Gordon Smith.
Waldo Wllllums.
'xhird A.
MnrKaret Shlpncr
Dcrothy Wniss.
axix.i,EK PAHX.
Seventh A.
Myrtle Mrensen.
Alvcna liftman.
Albert Curry
Irono Haller.
Sixth B.
Leonard Thlessen.
Sixth A.
l'hyilis Rchm.
Edalyp, Benson,
lierntce Clarkson.
Helen Sorensen.
Helen Spencer.
Claire Taylor.
August Wlrtz.
Fifth B.
Anna lscckman.
f!corge Handschuh.
Rnymond Frohn.
Dowoy Dnn'.eleon.
Ottn Huth.
Fifth. A
Lv.c Anderson.
Alecn Hansen.
Floienco Pursell.
Gertrude Thlom.
Fonrth' B,
Marguerite Groves.
Helen Oregg.
Kdlth Rouser.
Rubv Betchcr.
Third A.
George Hruner.
Morris Dresher.
Florence Holler.
HUen Pursell.
Donald Roberts.
Walter Rousar.
Kenneth Seeley.
Ruth Swerdfegcr.
Arllno Wilcox.
.Toveplilna Plainer.
Seventh A.
Dorothy Clark.
Camilla Kdholm.
Nevada Jones.
Donna MacDonaltl.
Mario Neville.
AVIlbur Olson.
Mlllnrd Rogers.
Sixth B.
lluum Bell.
Anna Newman.
Charles Rhodes.
Kverett Wuss.
Sixth A.
Hthel Brlnkman.
Walter Grant.
Billy Sutellffe.
Fifth B.
Mary Clark.
Ruth Clark.
AVlnston Cowglll.
Walter Do Waal.
Rcglna McAnany.
Louise Riley.
Rcsle Bchultz.
John T. Stewart.
rifth. A
Mabel Clnrk.
Katherlno Davis.
Ronald OladJtone.
Paul O'Nlcl.
Jean Palmer.
Helen Rotrers.
Fonrth A.
Max Holzman.
Tonv Leermnker.
Herbert Olson.
Harriet Rosewater.
Kleanor Scott.
Ifpien Turpln.
BOX.L OF HOltOR Will. BB CONTINUED IN TOXOBBOW'S EVENING BBS.
ran and told his father. On rushing out
of tho house thoy found tho goats at
the door. Tho ftro department was
quickly called and s6on the fire waa out.
The fire did not do murh damage.
After that the goats wero moro of pots
than ever, jiot only of tho family, tut
the whole neighborhood.
The Mysterious Valentine.
By Joseph Lumpkin. 910 Hickory Street.
Omaha. Bluo Side.
One day ns I was sitting in my room
reallnG I heard the doorbell ring. I went
to the door and, to my surprise, tho mall
man handed me a beautiful Valentine.
There was no namo on It, so I did not
know who It was from. On tho Inside I
found a slip of paper, saying. "From a
dear friend." I thought, who could have
sent mo such a beautiful valentine; I
could not guess. I asked all my friends,
but they did not know. I knew, of, course,
that it was St. Valentine day. One way
of sending valentines was to mall them
a day before Valentine day. When' my
mother -came -home that evenlngl .told
her all about It. She said it must have
been a mysterious valentine. That even
ing as I was eating supper my mother
told mo that she was the one who gave
me the valentine. So that was the mys
terious valontlne.
My Pet.
By Daisy Carlln. Aged 11 Years, "43
North Twelfth Street. South
Omaha. Red Side.
I am In the Fourth B. A week before
wa moved tho people next door had a
big dog and seven llttlo ones. One night
It snowed and the children wanted my
brother's sled. Ho said, "No." Then,
they said they would give us a dog. Then
he suid "All. right."
When wo got the dog we named him
Brownie. When we moved we took him
along. He was a good watch doff and a
good hunting dog. We had him a half
eur. Then some one poisoned him.
Hoping to get a prize I will close.
Busy Bee's Letter. 1
By Alice Thomas, Box 155, Deer Trail,
Com. Bed Side.
I havo not written for a long time. My
grandfather was sick and died. My
mamma is In Omaha now.
A Birthday Surprise.
By Elinor Pickard. Aged 9 Years, 4331
Parker Street, Omaha. Blue Side.
This Is the first time I have written
The Coupon Below Is As
Good As a Check For 75c
For With it and 25c You Con Get the $1.00
MOTHERS! FATHERS!
Get This Game Today!
The youngaters will have thn time of their lives
piaymg it. Ana you'll enjoy it
yourself.
Its base ball that's the reason the one X and SBc
game that grips old and young alike the exchanged
one game that keeps the blood tingling OP the 81.00
because of the tnrlll after thrill
provides.
For a short time, by special arrange
ment with the manufacturers, we
can offer this 1 1. CO game to our
reader for only Ma with at-
acnea coupon. Aaa so ror
postage If wanted by
malL
MXLX.EB FABX.
Fourth A.
Florence lsom.
Ida Hlslop.
Irene Sorenscn.
Mario Bock.
Ruth Weaver.
Third B.
.Stum ttuth.
Nondas Jameson.
Irving Hansen.
Kthe) Maddux.
KEX.&OK.
Eighth B.
Charles Urewcr.
PuuUhn Crnnc,
John Kvons
ISdward Foy
Lena Hurwlch.
Samuel Israel.
Kthel Kntz.
Sarah Katz.
nessle Melches
Xathan Miller.
Sarah Mlnkln.
Gladys Mullen.
Yitta Ruback.
Sarah Snltzev.
Muriel Yard.
Pauline Zelgman.
Seventh B.
Sylvia Abrahamson.
Israel Goodman.
Divvld Oreenbcrg.
Sarah Holzman.
I.e Roy Kelley.
Arthur Koskcy.
Vcta Meyers,
Rao Meyers.
Llllle Rlseman.
Sixth A.
Kthel Anzona.
Mildred Busche.
Giles Case
Kdna Day.
Annie Holzman.
Martha Laflin.
Rebecca Nbchlnoff.
Roslna Shaflon.
Dorothy Williams.
TBAZX.
Eighth B.
li. lain Greenman.
Arthur Klatischle.
Leonard Klcldosty.
Margaret Malloy.
Fifth B.
Edrt.e Bartschat
Klmor Bastlan.
Kmma Konvaltn.
Clara Malloy.
jo Schrelber.
Jerry Vanecek,
Fifth A.
He.en Beloyed.
Burman Forney.
Herbert Klauschle.
Anna Kruplcka.
DUPOZTT.
Seventh B. ,
Ksther Oelscher.
Myrtle Witt.
Sixth A.
Alieo Kleffner.
Mary Rampacek.
Margaret Wltkorskt
Fifth A.
Frances Darda.
John KowalewskL
Martha Krupa.
Frances McTce,
Bohnslav Pestal.
Julia Tlnnaltls.
Mary Vldlak.
Fourth A. ' .
Lawrence Hug.
Stel'a Tlunaltls. 2
Third A. "3
Cornelia Nelson.
John Trouba.
SKEXMAH.
Eighth B. 1
Ktvor Holm.
George Beynolds.
gersnth A.
Mortal Lee.
Clarence Wooldrlds
Fifth b;
Ruby Katb.
Fourth B.
Kupene O'Donnell.
Philip Bctz.
Kls'e Wolfson.
Third B.
George nurrls.
Frelda Mitchell.
Fred Retz.
Constance Wolfson.
TRAIN.
Third A.
LUv Krepcik.
Mabol Mattes.
Anton Ort.
Arthur Remington.
Frances Torco.
Annlo Zezulak,
to tho Busy Bees. I would like to Join
the Blue Side. I read the Sunday paper
and I am always glad when ,1 get to the
Busy Bees' page. I am in the fourth
grade at school. I am going to write' to
the Busy Bees quite often. I must c,,OBo
now. I hone to seo my letter In print.
Busy Bee's Letter.
By Helen Burrcs. Aged 7 Years. Glen
wood Ia. Blue Side.
I am a little girl S years old, and am
lp the third grade at school. I tako
music lessons, and like It, very much.
Santa was real good to ino this year.
Ho brought Jnn a great big dpi, a
ring, anil several other things. This Is
my first letter. I always read the Busy
Bee page.
I
PRATTLE OF THE KIDDIES.
aiothor You should save your money,
Willie. The price of everything is go
ing up.
Willie Then why save it, mamma? The
L'SF 1 aave u the less you can buy
with it.
Minister (dining with family of par
ishioners) You're going to bo a Christian
man, aren't you, Bobby? ',
Bobby (thoughtfully) Yes. if It doesn't
Interfere with being a drum major. i
Sunday School Teacher Benny, canou
tell me what a prophet Is? A
Benny Buying something for a dime
and selling it for a quarter.
"What's the difference between elec
tricity and lightning?" asked a little girl
of her brother.
"You don't have to pay nothing for
lightning," brother replied.
Elsie (aged W-OSThy don't you take
down your Christmas tree, Bobby, and
throw It out In the backyard? Christmas
has been over almost a month.
Bobby (aged 8) Why don't you throw
away your piece of mistletoe you've got
tied to the chandelier tn the front parlor?
"Tommy, how Is Iron ore procured?"
asked the teacher. .
Tommy considered carefully, but could
recall no official information. At last,
however, he had a bright idea.
"I'm not sure how they do It now," he
ventured, "but I think I've heard papa
say that when he was young they
smelt It."
CHAMPION
BASEBALL
GAME
every bit as much X ThJa
X Ooddou
that it CHAMPION
Base Ball Game at
Tbe Bee Office. 103
Be Bldg Omaha, Neb.
Add 6c for postage If or
dered by mall.
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