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THE OMAHA SUNDAY BEK: JUNE 14, 1914.
ODAY Is Flag day and I hope that every Busy Bee will have a
IIP 1'X
' H flag, no matter how tiny,
isome of the schools, Flag day was celebrated Friday with ap
propriate exercises, but most of them will observe it tomorrow.
The chief feature of the program Is generally the salute and
pledge to the flag.
.There are two pledges that are usually made to the flag on this day.
Children In the primary gradoo glvo this one: "I give my head and my
heart to God and my country one country, one language and one flag."
The older children give the military saluto to tho flag and repeat the fol
lowing: "I pledge allegiance to my flag and the republic for wiilch It
stands one nation Indivisible, with liberty and justice '.or all.
These are solemn pledges and stir tho hearts of the little ones, as It
does their elders, with boundless patriotism, which It Is meant to do.
The pride of tho Americans in their flag Is second to none.
This week, first prize was awarded to Grace L. Moore; second prlzo
to Luclle Baker and honorable mention to "VVinlfrod Shaughnossy, all of
the Blue Sldo.
Little Stories
(First Prize.)
The Robin Wedding.
By
Grace L. Moore.
Aged 12 Years.
Blue Side.
Silver Creek, Neb.
On a beautiful morning In May Mr.
and Mrs. Robin wero married In an
old oak tree near tho old Methodist
church. Mr. Woodpecker performed the
ceremony.
The bride was given away by Mrs. !
Meadow Lark. Mrs. Wren wob matron
of honor, Miss Quail maid of honor, and
Mr. Blue Jay best man. Miss. Canary
played the wedding march on a lurgo
oak leaf. '
The oak tree was beautifully decorated
with largo green leaves. Dainty crumbs
of cake were their refcrcshments, Mrs,
Black Bird and Miss Sparrow presiding
at tho table. After tho refreshments
were served the wedding party broke
up. Then Mr. and Mrs. Robin flew to
a pretty little elm near a happy llttlo
brook.
There they made a cozy little home out
of tiny threads and hay. One warm day
In June something very wonderful hap
pened. When Mr. Robin returned from
his long Journey h went to his cozy
llttlo home near the brook and to his
surprlso found four of the dearest llttlo,
robins. Mr. and Mrs. Robin stayed with
their young until they were old enough
to fly.
(Second Prize.)
Our Circus.'
By Luclle Baker, Age 10 Years,
Alma,
Neb. Bluo Side.
"BANTAM'S WONDERFUL
CIRCUS.
Admission, lc, 2c, 6c."
Was seen all over the walks and bills
were tacked downtown. Wo had lour
tents, one large tent, fortune-telling tent,
and girls' and boys', dressing tents. ,
In the Yiarado wero a band, Mr. and
Mrs. Tom Thumb, Dancing' Girls, Pony
Riders, and a Steam tCalllope, which was
a box on two wheels, covered with red,
white and blue and' a toy piano with
someone insldo It to play and clowns
pulling It.
Wo went downtown .and passed '.many
houses. 'Vy'hen we. wero through.(with
our parade wo had our.'clrcus and this
was the bill: '
Oh, You Circus Day by all.
Trapeze Walkers.
Clown Acting
Snake Charmer.
Crow's Acting.
Dancing Girls (dances and songs).
Wo sold lemonade and told forty for
tunes and collected altogether (3.72
When divided woliad 27c each.
(Honorable Mention)
A Chiokadee's Day.
By Winifred Shaughness. Aged 9 Years.
St. Paul, Neb. Blue Sldo.
Just as the sun was coming up, Chick-a-deo
awoke,
Chlck-a-dee flew to the orchard to
find some fruit and worms for his break
( fast, then to the pond for his morning
bath.
Ik Then a long hunt for some weed-seed
for his youngsters.
J When his babies were fed, then he
must teach them to fly, and he cheered
- his mate with his sweet "chlck-a-deel
chlck-a-dee! chlck-a-dce-dce-dee."
When the Bun went down, he went to
bed hardly able to say, "chlck-a-deol
chlck-a-dee! chlck-a-dee!"
Dan's Adventure.
By W. A. Averlll, Greenwood, Neb.
.Blue Side.
A tall, heavy-set, "down-and-out" fel
low, known to his friends as "Slouchy
Dan," was walking slowly down a side
street, sincerely wishing tha't luck would
turn his way. He was hungry and foot
sore from tramping about the streets
hunting for a Job.
Suddenly, with a muttered "Hully gee!"
he swiftly stooped and picked up a pocket
book, apparently stuffed full of bills. He
was caught in the act by a man who
had long hair and when ho was asked to
give up the wallet he broke away and
escaped. He soon stopped running, but
walked swiftly for several blocks, his
conscience panging him terribly. The
traffic officer seemed to glare at him
more than was customary. His fancy told
him that big red taxlcab was trailing him.
It must contain a detective, ho thought.
'It's the first tune and I need the money.
But what if they catch trie. But I have
It now and maybe I had better keep It."
Ho was hungry, but he waa afraid to stop
long enough to cat He glanced
nervously around him and, horror of hor
rors, thero was that red auto. They wero
trailing him. He went through all the
different maneuvers ho could think of, to
throw them off of his track. He then
found himself near the outskirts of the
city and he determined to know his
wealth. He sat down behind an old barn
and was Just going to pull the wallet out
of his pocket when a gruff voice behind
him said. "Move on. Get a" but Dan
waited for, no more. He was gone beforo
his angry assailant could finish his sen
tence. He walked for several blocks out
of the city, where he found, as he sup
posed, a secluded spot by the roadside.
He had Just put his hand ,on the pocket
book when ho was terrified by a fierce
"Bow-wow-wow gr-r-r." He ran as he
never ran before, with the bull pup at
his heels. After chasing poor Dan for
about a block the dog let up. He returned
to the city, when he again became aware
of that awful hunger. Conscience has no
chance when hunger sets in, and as n
result, he went Into a "quick lunch."
The smell of food drove away all thoughts
of his Ill-gotten gnins and he waa soon
vigorously attacking a huge steak, After
with which to colobrato this day. In
by Little Folk
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pages.
a. Use pen and ink, not pencil.
3. Short ana pointed artlclsi
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use over 360 words.
4. Original stories or lstters
only will be used.
5. Write your same, age and ad
dress at tho tap of the first page.
ririt and cond prises of books
will be given for the bast two con
tributions to this paga each week.
Address all communications to
CltrLDBEWS DEPARTMENT,
Omaha Set, Omaha, Ntb.
his hunger was satisfied hb found that
he owed tl, more than he had over paid
for a. meal before. Not doubting but
what ho had plenty of money, ho took- out
tho pocketb'obk atri found that the pock
etbook contained nothing but a great
many written pages, apparently tho work
of some author.
A few minutes later as ho picked him
self up off tho walk where he had been
"bounced" by tho angry proprietor, he
muttered to himself, "I guess honesty- Is
tho best policy after all. Whewl What
a mess that, fat pocketbook got me into.
No more of that for me! What a fool I've
made of myself." And Dan wanted some
one to kick him because he had "fallen
for" a big fat pocketbook.
The Lost Dog,
By Kyra iilrk. Aged 10 Years, Plalnvlew,
Neb. Bluo Side.
There was once a dog and It had a
very nice home. It never wished to leave
such a nice home.
His mistress waa very kind to him and
her name was Helen. Tho dog's name
was, Jack. ,
Jack was a faithful dog, and could do
many tricks.
One day ha was out walking with his
mistress, when a number of women came
along and In some way ho lost sight of
his mistress.
I might as well .state what became of
Jack's 'mistress. . Sho had walked Into a
store, thinking Jaqk would follow, but
ho. did not follow her.
Jack did not know what to do so ho
walked until he came to the slum? of
tho city.
Finally after walking a good while, he
caw some dirty children sitting In the
doorway of a poor house.
He ran up to them and they said, "Oh!
what a nice dog," and then they took
him Into the house and showed him to j
their mamma and then he was given as
much comfort as the poor house could I
afford. (
After a good while had passed, he
saw a girl coming down the road. It
was his old mistress, Helen.
She gave htm a kind look, and then
asked the woman if she could have
him and sho .said "Yes." Then Helen
gave tho woman some money for keep
ing 'him.
After a long ride, he ngaln found him
self in the same old home.
Rags Fays His Debt.
By Kathryn Waechter. Aged 10 Yearr,
Avoca, la., Blue Side.
Rags was a dog. Once he had been a
poor street dog. He had picked up bones
in the alleys and many times he had
gone hungry. No one who saw Rags
called him handsome.
One day Rags found a friend. This
man's name was Mr. O'Dowd. He had
often seen Rags on the street. He was
sorry for the poor, hungry fellow. Some
times he whistled to Rags. Once he had
a cookie In his pocket for him. "Ho
Is not such a very bad looking dog,"
said O'Dnwd.
Rags learned to like htm. He followed
Hilm on the street.
At last Mr. O'Dowd let Rags follow
him to his home. He gave him a bone
and a soft bed.
"If Rags will stay with me, I shall
keep him," he said.
Do you think Rags was glad to stay
He had a nice home now and he was
thankful for It,
Ho was never so happy as when he
followed his master to and from his
work. Ono night Mr. O'Dowd was leav
lng his office. It was late. The streets
were quiet. It was cold and the side
walks were slippery. Rags was at the
door waiting for his mister.
Mr. O'Dowd turned his coat collar up.
How the wind blew around the corners!
The white snow drifted over the walk.
It covered the ice on the pavement.
Rags and his master hurried on. Rags
was hungry. His matter was tired. He
wanted to get home to his warm fire.
"We must go a llttlo faster," he aald
to Rags. As he began to hurry, his foot
slipped on the Icy walk, and he fell.
Mr. O'Dowd lay quite still on the walk.
Rags licked his master's face. He
whined, but his master did not answer.
Something must be done. Ho barked,
hoping that some one would hear him,
Nobody came. There was no one on the
street. There was no one In the stores.
Somebody must be found to help his
muter.
Rags ran down the street. At last he
came to a nouse wnere there was a
bright light In the window. Rags stopped
before the door.
This great building was a hospital. In
side the night clerks were nodding In
their chairs. They heard a low whine
at the door. They heard It again. Ono
of the men got up. "There Is a dog
outJlde," he said. "I will let him In to
get warm."
As soon as the door was open Rags
took hold of the man's clothes with his
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teeth. Ho said ns plainly as he could
that he wanted help.
"Some one must be In trouble," said
the clerk. "Wait till I get my hat on
doggio. Then I will go with you."
Tho two went out Into tho cold. Rags
ran ahead. The man followed. When
he came to his master, the dog stopped.
"Ah, I knew some one was In trouble,"
said the man. He knelt down by Mr.
O'Dowd and tried to arouse htm, but he
could not. So ho ran for help. Soon Mr.
O'Dowd, followed by Rugs, was carried
back to tho hospital. Thero ho was
warmed and nursed till ho was able to
go homo.
"Ra.gs, you havo paid mo well for
giving you a home," Mr. O'Dowd said.
Rags wagged his tall and licked his
master's hand. Ho was glad to bcc- his
master well, and proud that he had saved
him.
Dandelions.
By Dorothy Smith, 2C20 K Street. South
Omaha, Neb. Red Side.
"Tho dandelions, oh, the dandelions!
How hard you must work to find out
where they lurk, and where you dig 'up
ono another will pop, and It seems as if
they never would stop. They kill all the
clover and blot up tho grass, and you
step on one 'most everywhere you pass.
But soon tho golden dots begin to fade
and all of a sudden tho goldqn world
turns to silver."
. A Wolf Hunt,
By Guy Ford Shcnk, Aged U Years.
ClarkB, Neb., Route No. 3, Red Side. '
About three weeks ago, enrly In the
morning, papa and his cousin wero going
wolf hunting. I asked them If I could go
along. They sold I could, so we started
We took a spade and a gun. Wo went
into a neighboring pasture and found a
hole that had tracks In It. Tho holo waa
In a clay bank, which was very difficult
to dig. When we stuck the spade in the
hole, tho old wolf bit the spade. She tried
to get out of the hole, but my father shot
at her and killed her. They could not get
How
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m cZcUU Veps must come our, Wfflzfflmw
Into the hole so I had to erawl In and null
the old nolf out by the r, and when I
Rot her out I wont Into the hole baek
wards and put I oil the little ones out with
my toes. We caught eight little ones and
one old one This Is a true story.
His Mother.
By Helen Young, Agod 10 Years, Council
niutfs, la. )Uuo Side.
Ono day Tom's mother went to get
somo bread In the rupltoard, to rat.
"Oh' dear me," sho said, "there Isn't
a speck of bread In the house." Then
she fell to crying.
"Never mind," said Turn, "we'll havo
some to eat before dinner time." Then
ho went out tho door.
When dinner tlmo came, his mother set
on tho tnblo what sho had. Just then
Tom catno In with several big bundles
and laid them before his mother.
"Oil! my dear boy," sho said, clapping
hor hands, "where on earth did you get
all theso nlco things?"
"Just sit down,'' snld Tom, "and I will
tell you all about It.
'Well, I worked for our neighbors by
raking tho yards and several other
things, and 1 carnod 110 and got IE worth
of bread and a new dress and n pair of
shoes for you and a fair of shoes for
myself, and horo is tho rest of tho
money."
"Oh' how can I thank you?" sho cried,
and ever after they lived happily together,
Tom helping his mother like ho did that
day.
Presents Worth While.
By Martha Anderson, Ago 12 Years,
Weeping Water, Nob. Hod Side.
Llttlo Alice Brown had always beon
able to get enough pennies oaved during
the year to get her father nnd mother
each a birthday present. Their birthdays
wero very near now, and sho had no
pcnnlce saved.
She spent nearly a day In deep thought
beforo she thought of a plan that suited
her.
On her mother's birthday sho put on
her bonnet and went Into tho garden, not
leaving until tho lettuce, radishes and
onions were clear of weeds.
For hor father she planned n slmllnr
proscnt. Ho worked In tho field nnd It
being very worm ho often had to walk
to tho houso for a fresh drink of water.
But Alice was going to prevent that ex
tra walking for that day. Just as ho was
thinking of going for a drink Allco ap
peared with a cool, fresh drink for him.
This she repented ns often nR her father
had been coming for a drink.
That night eho told her pnrents that
thoso little acts of thoughtfulncss wore,
their birthday presents. Her father said,
"May God bless you und may you recclvo
many such ptcscnts during your life."
Cares for Garden and Ducks.
By Pearl Madison, Aged 13 Years. Hor
ace, Neb. llluo Sld(!.
I havo nover written to tho Busy Bee
page. I planted a small gnrdon this sum
mer. I planted California popples, four
o'clocks, morning glory nnd balsams, I
planted them some time ago and they
nro Just coming up. Besides these I
havo four rose bushes and two peony
bushes. I water tho ground every even
ing after tho Bun goes down. I did not
have much time to plant a garden this
summer, for I tako care of the llttlo
chickens for mamma. I am mining ducks
this summer Instead of planting many
flowers. I have ten ducks nnd twenty
duck eggs setting. I am a new Busy Bee
and wish to Join the Blue SldeT
Has Pet Snowball.
Ruth Stewart. Age 8 Years, Tecumsch,
Neb. Bluo Side.
Dear Busy Bees: Thla Is the very first
tlmo I have written. I will write better
and longer next time. I have a pet whose
name Is Snowball, I llko him very much.
Many Weeds in a Garden?
I have one sister and two brothers. M
sister's name le Dorothy and my broth
ers" names are ltarniau nnd Wlllnrd
Stewart.
A Helping Hand.
(From the pnlnt'ng by Rcnouf.)
Hy Mabel Hancock, Aged 14 Years. Ver
don. Neb. Blue Side.
It wns a cool morning when Gretchn's
father first went to floh for rod off the
coast of New Fnundland.
Gretchen, who was i years old. was lust
at the age where she had a great desire
to help. "I ran row the boat while daddy
catches fish," she pleaded. So her mother
put a howl on her head, nnd a happy
little girl took her father's hand nnd
walked down, where the large boat had
been drawn the night before.
When they were comfortably seated,
r.nd Grctrhcn nnd placed her tiny hand
upon tho great oar, a proud father clasped
the end of the oar. and away they sailed
cut Into the bluo bay.
When they had dropped anchor In a
place where cod wero often thick.
Gretchen stnrtcd to pull tho net around
"I expect daddy," she said, "that you ,wlll
have to help me a little bit." So ner
father took tho net nnd threw It out Into
tho bay. After awhile a load of cod were
drawn Into the boat. Gretchen looked at
the flopping fish with wondering eyes and
said, "Paddy, won't they dance clear out
of tho boat?" This brought a brond smllo
to her father's face.
In the evening tho anchor was pulled,
of course, with tho help of Gretchen, and
again her tiny hnnda were placed ipon i
the oar.
As sho and her father walked towird
tho house, Gretchen said, with a groat Mr.
"My, daddy, don't It pny to take mo
along?"
Herman's Luck.
By Mary Goldcnsteln, Aged 0 Years,
Glcnvllle. Nob. Red Sldo.
In tho country, near a town called
Hampson, lived a little family. Thero
wore two children, Rcsa, who was 3 years
old, nnd Herman, who was 8. Herman's
father was poor, so ho drove to town
ovory morning and brought things from
tho depot to tho stores to earn money
for hla wife nnd family.
One day Herman waa In the woods.
He aaw two men talking. They saw him
nnd one asked If they could stay at his
house over night Herman said they
could, for there were no hotels. The
next morning when ho got up thero was
a package on tho table. llorman's
father oponcd It and they saw that there
was a wholo lot of monoy In It In tho
bottom of tho box was a piece of paper,
which read: "Kindness is always ie
warded." Heeds Too Late.
Euln Brand. Aged 11 Years,
By
Fon-
tencllo, Nob. Blue Sldo.
In a neighboring town there was a
little girl, who, when her mother would
ask her to do anything, would nlwuys
say:
"All right, mother. Wnlt a minute."
Ono day, her little canary bird got out of
his cage and her mother said, "Dear, uhut
tho door or the cata will get your bird."
She said, "All right, mother, wnlt a .nln
ute," but she waited a minute too long.
When sho wont to shut tho door, the cat
had already caught her bird.
That taught her to go when she wns
first asked to do anything.
My father has been a subscriber for
Tho Bee for qulto a long tlmo.
PART n.
The Great Stone Face.
By Fay Baldwin, Aged 11 Years, Herman,
Nob. Red Bide.
Mr. Gathergold's houso was pure white
marble on the outside. Tho doors had
gold or silver knobs. The windows were
CHILDREN'RECEIVING'THE'HIGHCST MARKINMORE9
THAN'HALF'THEIRt SUBJECTS LAST WEEK;
MABOIT.
teventh B
Caroline Baker.
Raymond Blair
Zrlma Dean.
Sam Greonberg.
I.elloy Goldsmith.
Mlnnlo Kneeter.
Klncr Koford
Kthel Lyon
Mike Mnngnno.
Harold Moore.
Laura Kles.
l'amld Scott.
Genrglantin Steel.
Vernon Williamson,
ttsvcutb A.
Hnrmnn Lannrdo.
Fred Mnneuso.
Ilesste McMullen.
Isndore Obermnn.
Tony Procoplo.
Norman Stilton.
ixtli a.
Miirciret Cnrvllln.
MASOIT.
rifth A.
Marv I.otrv
Antonio Mercurlo.
Virginia Payton
Christine Zlmmel.
rourtu n.
Lucletta Amato.
Jack Compton.
Joe Fisher.
Meyer Friedman.
Bessie Handler.
Palsy Miller,
fourth A
Kddle nrodkey.
Dorothy Rosenthal.
Maggie Currle.
Cnmllln Oenho
Helena Glfford
Edna Larson.
Frank Falkner.
Ralph Rose.
Maurice Barker.
SARATOGA.
Eighth It
Nina Bell.
Mildred Daley.
Collnetta Ienr.
Susan MeKachern.
Eighth A.
Truman Brewer.
Oliver Pierce.
Flora Shukert.
Walter White
Sarah Wohlmer.
8vnth D.
Kdlth Bacon.
Ruth Peterson.
Glnyds Martin
Margnret Thompsott
Louise Wood.
Rvuth A
Frances Ross.
Kthel Ross.
Kathryn Smith.
Angela Wenning-
hoff.
Ethel Werdncr.
Eva Wilson.
Ruth Johnston.
Fred Hushorn
Helen Humbert,
sixth A
Helen Larson,
ftftn n.
John Mercurlo. I
Charlea Rets. '
June Colton,
Gladys Kemp.
Thelmn Ilrlson.
Myrtle Chrlstensy.
Hazel Olson.
Third n
Marv Amnio.
Ilertha Cohen.
Kthel Fratt.
Walter Gannon.
Alice Klewlt
Fred Knight.
Helen Llnd.
Rocco Mercurlo.
Helen Hiofe.
Hazel Rawles.
Russell Ryan.
Guy Stiles.
Myrtle Wagoner.
from tho colling to tho floor. The house
wns so magnificent. It was mostly silver
and gold on the Inside. Ernest did not
think that Mr. Gnthergold looked like
Tho Great Stone Face. But Tho Great
Stono Face seemed to say. "Fear not,
Ernest. Tho man wilt come." Soon
Mr. Gathergold's wealth disappeared and
ho died. He did not look llko The Great
Stone Face.
Ernest was a young man, but they did
not think much of him. Old Blood and
Thunder was born In this valley and had
fought In many battles. When Old Blood
and Thunder come, they had a great
feast under the trees for him. Ernest
did not think that Old Blood and Thunder
looked like tho great white face.
Finally the people did not think Old
Blood and Thunder looked like The Great
Stone Face.
Lena's Luck.
By Nellie Feters, Aged Years, Glen
vllle. Neb. Red Side.
A mother and her daughter wre very
poor. They could not find any work to
do, At last tho girl (whose name waa
Lona), found a plnco to work.
Ono evening as sho was walking down
tho street sho saw a pocketbook. She
picked It up and opening It saw that
there was a lot of money In It, There
wns a card and she read on It, "Mr.
James Taylor, No, 5 Third street."
Sho took It to Mr. Taylor and he gave
her a lot of money for It and she went
home and showed her mother. They
bought everything they needed and lived
happily ever after.
Alice Passes.
By Alice Luclle Bauer, Aged 8, Atlanta,
Neb. Blue Side.
Dear Busy Bees: I have two brothers,
whose names are Dale and Harold, and
my nnmo is Luclle. I passed to the fourth
grndo at school and to the third at Bun-
(SARATOGA.
Third A
Frances Bell.
Caldwell Clark
Robert Hoham.
Hazel Ivcy.
Jack Stanflcld.
Sixth D.
John Buttlnger.
Parker Cnmatock.
Jack Gorman.
Edith Hodges.
Adttan Wcstberg.
Sixth A
Vivian Barnes.
Marguerite Bright
well. Zola Kills.
Oregor Endres.
Ruth Halter.
Marguerite Hess.
Kllznhcth Johnson.
Martha Thornton.
rirtu n.
Philip Harnett.
Bessie Baxtor.
Richard Elster.
Vera Elder.
Alice Monroe.
Pelbert Pierce.
Harold Potter.
Gertrude Snnford.
Minerva Trowbridge
Edmund Wood.
Fourth n.
Bernlce Etnler.
Mildred Flnnngan.
Elmer Jncclcti.
Allco Pfelffer.
Helen Palmer.
Luclndn Pnnnbakrr.
Forest Richards.
Fred- Schwartz
Third B
Jessie Brandell.
Alice Brltton.
Karl Brotchle.
Mildred Green.
Louise Hustor.
Moselle Thomas.
Herbert Wood.
SARATOGA.
Fourth A
Klmcr Chrlstensen.
I.ona Deerson.
Walter Johnson.
Reva Kulakofsky.
Helen MaJI.
Ernie Newhouse.
Mildred Ryder
Wendell Stevenson,
demons Taphorn.
hues, ma jr.
Sarantb,
Marguerite
Hausscncr.
Merlat Lee.
Howard O'Donnell.
wTnt'' A
Nina O'Donnell.
Minnie Wohlner.
lxth A
Ruby Kalb,
rifth D.
Daniel Turner.
Fifth A
Theresa Bres.
Eugene O'Donnell
Philip Retz.
Walter Bamland.
Elsie Wolfson.
ronrth S.
Elmer Isaacs,
Ijoulso Krunnweld,
Kathcrlno Seseman
ronrth A.
Virgil Anderson.
Leon Hotick.
Howard Ratekln.
Fred Retz,
Warren Bhort
Third D
Edma Bilby
Frances Caughlln.
Sidney Given.
Clark Hutchison.
Jane Pchlotfeld.
Pauline Spears.
Hazel Rltter,
Constance, Wolfson.
day school. I send the story papers and
the comlo paper to my aunt A lady
who works for mamma gavo me some
plants. I like them very much. I hope
to see my letter In print.
The Fairy Pool.
Edna Cnrlllo, Aed 11. Underwood, In.
Bluo Sldo.
There waa a little house by the river
In which two little girls used to play.
Their names were Allco and Edith. They
would watch tho pebbles aa the wind
would rock them to tho shore.t nnd this
llttlo place tho children would call tho
"fairy pool" and they would say tho
fairies kept their houso very cloan. They
could see fish and beautiful shells aa
they looked down at the clear, cool
water. Ono day Alice was unkind to
hor sister. Sho wont down to tho pool
and sat there. When sho looked down
sho could not seo tho clear water: It
was muddy, and Instead of seeing the
fish sho saw a big, ugly Bnake colled
ready to Jump nt her. Alice began to sob
ns If her heart would break. A lady
stepped out nnd said, "What are you
crying for. little girl?" Alice said. "Tho
pool Is not pretty, and I am sorry I havo
been rude to my sister." The fairy told
Allco to go and meet her sister, so Alice
wont nnd they throw their arms around
each other and kissed. They went back,
to tho pool and It was clear. "Children."
said the fairy, "the pool la Just like your
hearts. If you are good the pool will be
clear and clean, and U you are not good
the pool will be dirty and muddy." Bo
she disappeared, and Alice woke up, for
she had been dreaming.
Memorial Day Exercises.
Molllo Corenmnn, 8(H South Seventh
Street. Omaha. Red Side.
To honor the heroes, both living and
dead, our school, ns woll as all the
schools In Omaha, have programs every
year, consisting of speeches, songs and
recitations. I will tell you of the pro
gram which we had In our school last
Friday. First the sixth, seventh and
eighth grades sang a song called "Me
morial Day": second, verse by an elghth
gTado boy; third, all national airs by tho
Vlctrola; fourth, by the eighth grade.
Lincoln's speech at Gettysburg: fifth,
"Man Without a Country," by a fifth
grade girl: sixth, a poem by a boy In
my room: seventh. "Battle Hymn of the
Republic," by the sixth, seventh and
eighth grades; eighth, a verso of tho
Illy, rose and violet; ninth, Mr. Wcller,
an old soldier, spoko about the war;
tenth, a president of a club talked to
the children about being loyal to our
country and our flag; eleventh, a llttls
boy gave the old soldier a flag. I for
got to tell you that the president of th(
club presented tho children with a ellken
flag, which Is to hang In the hall. Th
i..t iiln nn the Drogram was the song,
"America!" AVe all had a very nice time.
Prefers Baby to Doll.
By Mary Fischer, Aged 9. 3JW Lafayette
Avenuo, Omaha. Red Side.
Jeanette was 5 years old She was
lying In her bed, when her mother told
her to get ready for school. Jeanette
got up and was ready for school when
sho saw a llttlo baby lying in her
mother'o bed. Jeanette thought It was a.
doll her mother was going to got her.
Her mother said: "You will havo to do
without a doll a while."
Jeanette said: "I do not want a doll
now. I Just want to love the baby."
New Busy Bee.
By RMiella Klein. Age 10 Years, SH Hick
ory Street, Omaha, Blue bide.
n'-r rtimv Bee: I want to be one of
ni. new writers. I am 10 years old and
go to Lincoln school. My teacher's name
is Miss Cottrel, and I like ner very wen.
I hope you will not forget me this sun
day as I would like to see thla In print
Reads Paee Every Sunday.
By Huldah llotlte. Aged 13 Years, Co-
lumnuB, ftow, iu w.ww.
Dear Editor: I read the Children's
Page every Sunday. Papa likes the paper,
too. I would like to Join the Red Bide.
I wish my letter would be In print
The Loved Ones Are Gone.
By Ethel Elanora Barton. Age W Years.
Arlington, Neb.
The loved ones have gone over the riven.
Their white robes I oannot see.
There was one with hair of sliver.
Tho golden gates we cannot see;
But on the golden shore .
My grandmother U waiting to meet us
once more.
There was another one
With curls so brown.
But now she Is gone.
And was laid Into the ground.
On the other side of the river
My sunt Is waiting to welcome us over.
Still on tho golden shore is another,
With ringlets of gold,
Who went before his mother,
Died when the days were cold.
But on the golden shore.
My uncle Is waiting at the door