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Xsomo of the schools, Flag day was celebrated Friday with ap
propriate exercises, but most of them will observo It tomorrow.
The chief feature of the program la generally the saluto and
pledge to tho flag.
.There aro two pledges that aro usually made to tho flag on this day.
Children In tho primary grades 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 tho military saluto to tho flag and ropeat tho fol
lowing: "I pledge allegiance to my flag and tho republic for which It
stands ono nation Indivisible, with liberty and justice '.or all.
These are solemn pledges and stir tho hearts of '.he little ones, as It
does their elders, with boundless patriotism, which it la meant to do.
The prldo of the Americans in their flag is second to none.
This week, first prize was awarded to Grace L. Moore: second prize
to Luclle Baker nnd honorablo mention to Winifred Shaughnossy, all of
the Blue Sldo.
Little Stories
(First Prize.)
The Robin Wedding.
By Grace L. Moore. Aged 12 Years.
Silver Creek, Neb. Bluo Side.
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 tho
ceremony.
The bride was giver, away by Mrs.
Meadow Lark. Mrs. Wren was matron
of honor, Miss Quail maid ot honor, and
Mr. Bluo Jay best man. Miss. Canary
played the wedding march on a l;rgo
oak leaf.
The oak trco was beautifully decorated
with large green leaves. Dainty crumbs
of cake were their refcreshmonts, Mrs.
Black Bird and Miss Sparrow presiding
at tho tablo. After tho refreshments
were served tho 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 llttlo 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 ho went to his cozy
little home near the brook nnd to his
surprise found four of tho 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, Be."
Was seen all over the walks and bills
were tacked downtown. We had lour
tents, ono large tent, fortune-telling tent,
and girls" and boys', dressing tents.
In the Varado were 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 downtownand passed Many
houses. When we, wore through. wlth
our parade' wo had our. "circus 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).
We sold lemonade and told forty for
tunes and collected altogether (3.72
When divided weliad 27c each.
(Honorable Mention)
A Chickadee's Day.
By Winifred Shaughness. Aged 9 Years.
St. Paul, Neb. Blue Sldo.
Just as the sun was coining up, Chlck-a-dee
awoke.
Chlck-a-dce flew to the orchard to
find some fruit and worms for his break
fast, then to the pond for his morning
,bath.
Then a long hunt for some weed-seed
for his youngsters.
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-dee-dee-dee."
When the sun 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 "Siouchy
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 geel"
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 ho 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 hm.
Jt must contain a detective, he thought.
'It's the first time and I need the money.
But what if they catch me. But I have
It now and maybe I had better keep it."
Ho was hungry, but he was afraid to stop
long enough to cat. He glanced
nervously around him and, horror ot hor
rors, there was that red auto. They were
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 ot 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, whero 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 was soon
vigorously attacking a huge steak. After
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by Little Folk
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4. Original stories or litters
only will be used.
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his hunger was satisfied hb found that
he owed II, more than he had over paid
for a meal before. Not doubting but
what he had plenty of money, ho took- out
tho pocketbook and found that the pock
etbook contained nothing but a great
many written pages, apparently tjie work
of some author.
A few minutes later as ho picked him
self up off tho walk whero ho had been
"bounced" by tho angry proprietor, he
muttered to himself, "I guess honesty- Is
tho best policy after all. Whowl 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
ono to kick him because he had "fallen
for" a big fat pocketbook.
The Lost Dog.
By Kyra Kirk, 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 was very kind to htm and
her namo was Helen. Tho dog's name
was. Jack. ,
Jack was a faithful dog, and could do
many tricks.
One day ho was out walking with his
mistress, when a, number of women came
along and in somo way he lost sight of
his mistress.
I might as wll .state what, became; of
Jack's 'mistress. . She had walked Into a'
store, thinking Jack would follow, but
ho did not follow her.
Jack did not know what to do so ho
walked until ho came to the slum of
tho city.
Finally after walking a good while, he
saw soma dirty children sitting In the
doorway of a poor house.
TTa ran tin in thm anA i ( .1 "HVi '
hat a nice dog." and then they tookj!"
Mm Intr, tho fan.,.. r,rt .hnwH V,l n
their mamma and then he was given ns '
much comfort as the poor house could
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 the woman some money for keep
ing him.
After a long ride, he again found him
self In the same old home.
Rags Fays His Debt.
By Kathryn Waechter. Aged 10 Years,
Avoca, la., Blue Side.
Rags was a dog. Once he had been a
poor street dog. He had picked up bones
tn the alleys and many times he had
gone hungry. No one who saw Rags
called him handsome.
Ono day Rags found a friend. This
mart's name was Mr. O'Dowd. Ho 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 3uch a very bad looking dog,"
said O'Dnwd.
Rags learned to like him. He followed
"him on the street.
At last Mr. O'Dowd let Rags follow
him to his home. He gave him a bono
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 ntce home now and he waa
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
ing his office. It was late. The streets
were quiet. It was cold and the side
walks were slippery. Rags was at tho
door watting 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 tho Ice on tho pavement.
Rags and his master hurried on. Rags
was hungry. HJs master waa tired. He
wanted to get home to his warm fire.
"We must go a little faster," he said
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. He barked,
hoping that some one would hear him.
Nobody came. There was no ono on tho
street. There was no one In tho stores.
Somebody must be found to help his
m&sUr.
Rags ran down the street. At last he
came to a house where 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
outtlde," 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
ANOTHER OF THE BRIGHT LIT
TLE BUSY BEES.
CrmnTctghaxn.
teeth. Ho sold ns plainly as ho could
that ho wanted help.
"Some one must be in trouble," said
the clork. "Wait till I get my hat on
doggie Then I will go with you."
Tho two went out Into tho cold. Rags
ran ahead. Tho man followed. When
he came to his master, the dog stopped.
"Ah, I knew some ono was In trouble,"
said the man. He knelt down by Mr.
O'Dowd and tried to arouse htm, but he
could not. So he ran for help. Soon Mr.
O'Dowd, followed by Rags, was carried
back to the hospital. Thero ho was
warmed and nursed till ho was able to
go homo.
"Rags, you havo paid me well for
giving you a home," Mr. O'Dowd said.
Rags wagged his tall and licked his
master's hnnd. Ho was glad to pee his
master well, nnd proud that he had saved
him.
Dandelions.
Ry Dorothy Smith, 2C20 B Street, South
Omaha, Neb. Red Side.
"Tho dandelions, oh, tho dandelions!
How hard you must work to find out
whero they lurk, nnd where you dig up
ono another will pop, and It teems ns 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 golden world
turns to silver."
. A Wolf Hunt,
By Guy Ford Shenk. Aged U Years.
ciarkH, Neb., Route No. 3. Red Side.
About three weeks ago, enrly in the
morning, papa and his cousin wcro going
wolf hunting. I naked them If I could go
along. They said I could, so wo (started.
We took a spade and a gun. Wo went
Into a neighboring pasture and found a
hole that had tracks In It. Tho hole was
cta .whch very difficult
lu "' " "tu ""utn' l" V "e
I 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
Into the hole so I hd to crawl in and pull
the old wolf out by tho far. and when 1
cot her out 1 went Into the hote baek
wants and pulled the little ones out with
my to. Wc caught eight little ones ami
one old one- This is a true story.
His Mother.
Dy Helen Young, Aged 10 Voars, Council
Bluffs, la. Mine Side.
One day Tom's mother went to get
some broad In the cupboard, to eat.
"Oh! dear me," she said, "there Isn't
a speck of bread In tho house." Thon
she fell to crying.
"Never mind," said Tom, "we'll havo
some to eat before dinner time." Then
ho went out the door.
When dinner time enme. his mother set
on tho table what sho had. Just then
Tom enmo In with several big bundle
and laid them before his mother.
"Oh! my dear boy," sho said, clapping
her hands, "whore on earth did you get
all theso nice things?"
"Just sit down.'' said Tom, "nnd 1 will
tell you all about It.
'Well, I worked for our neighbors by
raking tho yards and several other
things, and 1 earned JIO nnd got Jt worth
of bread and a new dress and a pair of
shoes for you and a fair of shoes for
myself, nnd here Is the rest of the
money."
"Oh! how ran I thank you?" she cried,
nnd ever after they lived happily together,
Tom helping his mother like he did that
day.
Presents Worth While.
By Martha Anderson. Ago 12 Years,
Weeping Water, Nob. Rod Sldo.
Little Alice Brown had nlwnys boon
able to get enough pennies saved during
the year to get her father nnd mother
each a birthday present. Their birthdays
wero very near now, nnd sho had no
pennies saved.
She spent nearly a day In deep thought
beforo she thought ot a plan that salted
her.
On her mother's birthday she put on
her bonnet and went Into tho garden, not
leaving until tho lettuce, radishes and
onions were clear ot weeds.
For hor' father she planned a similar
present. He worked in tho field nnd It
being very warm he often had to walk
to the 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
pcared with a cool, fresh drink for him.
This she repented ns often ns her father
hnd been coming for a drink.
That night oho told her parents that
thoso little acts of thoughtfulness wero
their birthday presents. Iter father said,
"May God bless you und may yo( rccelvo
many such picscnts during your life."
Cares for Garden and Ducks,
By Pearl Madison, Aged 13 Years. Hor
ace, Neb. Ditto Sldp.
I havo never 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 nul they
nro just coming up. Besides thesa I
havo four rose bushes and two peony
bushes. I water tho ground overy even
ing after tho sun 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 raining ducks
this summer Instead of planting many
flowers. I havo ten ducks nnd twenty
duck eggs setting. I nm a now Busy Bee
and wish to Join the Blue Side!
Has Pet Snowball.
Ruth Stewart. Age R Years, Tecumseh,
Neb. Blue Side.
Dear Busy Bees: Thla Is the very first
tlmo I have written. 1 will wrlto better
and longer next time. I have a pet whose
name is Snowball. I llko him very much.
Many Weeds in a Garden?
I Imvo one sister and two brothers. M
lister's name ta Dorothy and my broth
Vrs' names are Ilarman and Wlllard
Stewart.
A Helping Hand.
(Prom the painting by Renouf.)
My Mabel Hancock, Aged 14 Years, Ver
don. Neb. Blue Side.
It was n cool morning when Grctchn's
father first went to flh for rod off the
coast of New Fnundland.
Orctchen, who was t years old, was lust
at the age whete she had a great desire
to help. "I can row the boat while daddy
catches fish," she pleaded. So her mother
put n hood on her head, and a hnppy
little girl took her father's hand and
walked down, where the large boat had
been drawn the night before.
When they were comfortably seated,
r.nd Grctchcn hud placed her tiny hands
upon tho great oar. a proud father clasped
the end of the oar. and nway they sailed
cut Into the blue bay.
When they had dropped anchor In a
place where rod were often thtek,
Gretchen started to pull the net around
"I expect daddy," sho said, "that you .will
have to help me a little bit." So ner
father took tho net and threw It out Into
tho bay. After awhile n load of cod were
drawn Into the boat. Orctchen looked at
the flopping fish with wondering eyes and
said, "Daddy, won't they dance, clear out
of tho boat?" This brought a brond smile.
to her father's fnco.
In the evening tho nnehor was pulled.
ot course, with tho help ot Gretclicn. and
again her tiny hattJrt were placed 'ipon
the oar.
As she and her father walked towird
tho house, Grctchen said, with a great tilr.
"My. daddy, don't It pay to tako mo
along?"
Herman's Luck.
By Mary Goldensteln, Aged 0 Years,
aionvllle. Nob. Red Sldo.
In tho country, near a town called
Hampson, lived a littto family. Thero
wcro two children, Rosa, who was 2 years
old, nnd Herman, who was 8. Herman's
father was poor, so ho drove to town
every morning and brought things from
tho depot to the stores to earn money
for his wife nnd family.
One day Herman waa In the woods.
He saw two men talking. They saw him
and ono asked if they could stay at his
house nvor night. Herman said they
could, for there were no hotels. The
next morning when ho got up thero was
a package on tho table. Herman's
father oponcd It and thoy saw that thero
was a whole lot of monoy In It. In tho
bottom of tho box was a pleoo of paper,
which read: "Klndnosa is always re
warded." Heeds Too Late.
By Kula Brand, Aged 11 Years, Fon-
icncuc, noo. uiue siuo.
In a neighboring town there was a
little girl, who, when Iter mother would
ask her to do anything, would always
say:
"All right, mother. Walt a minute."
Ono day, her little canary hlrd got out of
his cngo and her mother said, "Dear, uhut
the door or the cats will get your bird."
She said, "All right, mother, wait a min
ute," but sho waited a minute too long.
When sho went to shut tho door, the tat
hnd already caught her bird.
That taught her to go when she was
first asked to do anything.
My father has been a subscriber for
Tho Beo for quite, a long tlmo.
PART If.
The Great Stone Face.
By Fay Baldwin, Aged 11 Yenrs, Herman,
Nob. Red Side.
Mr. Gathcrgold's houso was pure white
marble on the outside. Tho doors had
gold or silver knobs, The windows were
CHILDREN'RECEIVING-THE-HIOHEST-MARK IN 'MORE?
THANUALF -THEIR-5UDJECT5-LAST WEEK
MABOIT.
tinnth B
Oarollno Baker.
Raymond Blair
Zrlma Dean.
Sam Greenbcrg.
I.eRoy Goldsmith
Mlnnlo Kneeter
Klner Koiord
Ethel Lyon
Mike MangHno
Harold Moore.
Laura Kles.
Harold Scott.
G-orglaniia Steel.
Vernon Williamson
niviuth A.
Harmon Lanurdo.
Fred Manettsiv
Bessie McMullen.
Isndore Oberman.
Tony Proroplo.
Normnn Stilton.
ixth a.
Mnrcirrt Carvllla.
MABOW.
rifth
Man l.otn.
Antonio Mercurlo.
Virginia Payton.
Christine Zlmmol.
TourtU n.
Lucletta Amato.
Jack Compton.
Joe Fisher.
MoS'er Friedman.
Bessie Handler.
Daisy Miller.
Tonrth A
Kddle Drodkey.
Dorothy Rosenthal.
Mngglc Currle.
Camilla Oenho
Helena Glfford
Kdna Lnrsen.
Frank Falkner.
Ralph Rose.
Maurice Barker.
SARATOGA.
Eighth II
Nina Bell.
Mildred Daley.
Collnetta Lear.
Susan MeKaehern.
Btffhth A.
Truman Brewer.
Oliver I'lercc.
Flora Shukert
Walter White
Snrnh Wohlmer.
8Tnth D.
Kdlth Bacon.
Ruth Peterson.
Ruth Johnston.
Fred Hushorn
Helen Humbert,
sixth A
Helen Larson,
vifto n.
John Mercurlo.
Charles Rets.
June Colton,
Gladys Kemp.
Thelmn Brlson.
Myrtle Chrlstcnsy.
Hazel Olson.
Third n
Marv Amnto.
Bertha Cohen.
Kthel Fratt
Waller Gannon.
Glnyda Martin
Margaret Thompior
Alice. Klewlt
Fred Knight.
Louise Wood.
Ririnth A
Frances Ross.
Kthel Ross.
Knthryn Smith.
Angela Wennlng-
hoff.
Kthel Werdner.
Eva Wilson.
Helen Llnd.
Rocco Mercurlo.
Helen Miofe.
Haiel Rawies.
Russell Ryan
Guy fHiles.
Myrtle Wagoner.
from tho colling to tho floor. The house
was so magnificent. It was mostly silver
and gold on the Inside. Ernest did not
think that Mr. Gnthorgold lookd like
Tho Great Stono Face. But The Great
Stone Face seemed to say. "Fear not,
Ernest. Tho man will come." Soon
Mr. Gathcrgold's wealth disappeared and
he died. Ho did not look llko The Great
Stone Face.
Ernest was a young man, but thoy did
not think much of him. Old Dlood and
Thunder wos born In this valley and had
fought In many battles. When Old Rlood
and Thunder come, they had a great
feast tinder tho 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
8tone Face.
Lena's Luck.
By Nellie Peters, Aged Years, Glen
vltle, Neb. Red Bide.
A mother and her daughter wra very
poor. They could not find any work to
do. At last the girl (whose name was
Lena), found a place 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 ot money In It. There
was a card and she rend 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 ihe went
home and showed her mother. They
bought everything thoy needed nnd lived
happily ever after.
Alice Passes.
By Alice Luclle Bauer, Aired 8, Atlanta,
Nab. Blue Bide.
Dear Busy Bees: I have two brothers.
whoso names are Dale and Harold, and
my namo Is Luclle. I passed to the fourth
grade at school and to the third at Bun-
mm
BABATOOA,
Third A
Frances Bell.
Caldwell Clark.
Robert Holism.
Hazel Ivcy.
Jack Stnntlcld.
Blxtu D.
John Buttlngtr
Parker Comstock.
Jack Gorman.
Edith Hodges.
Adrian Westberg.
Sixth A
Vivian Barnes.
Marguerite Bright
well. Zola Kilts
Oregor Kndres.
Ruth Halter.
Marguerite Hess.
Kllzabcth Johnson.
Martha Thornton.
rifth n.
Philip Harnett.
Bessie Ba-xtor.
Richard Bister.
Vera KUler.
Alice Monroe.
Delbcrt Pierce.
Harold Potter.
Gertrude Sanford.
Minerva Trowbridge
Edmund Wood.
rourth D.
Bornlce Ktnler.
Mildred Flonngon.
Elmer Jncclcn.
Alice Pfelffer.
Helen Palmer.
BABATOOA.
rourth A
Klmcr Chrlstensen.
Lona Deerson.
Walter Johnson.
Reva Kulakofsky.
Helen Mali.
Brnla Newhouse.
Mildred Ryder
Wendell Stevenson,
demons Taphorn.
GnzKiSAxr.
BsTsntn B
Marguerite
llaussencr.
Me rial Lee.
Howard O'Donnell.
"Tint .
Nina O'Donnell.
Mlnnlo Wohlncr.
islxth A
Ruby Kalb.
rifth D.
Daniel Turner,
rifth A
Theresa Beres.
Kugenn O'Donnell
Philip Retx.
Walter Samland.
Elsie Wolfson.
ronrth D,
Elmer Isaaci.
Iiulso Krunnweld.
Katherlno Scseman
ronrth A.
Virgil Anderson.
Leon Houck.
Howard Ratokln.
Fred Retz.
Warren Short.
Third D
Kdma llllby.
Frances Caughlln.
Sidney Glvens.
Clark Hutchison.
Jane 8chlotfeld.
Pauline Spears.
Haxel Rltter.
Constancy Wolfson.
Lurlnda Pannbaker.
Forest Richards.
Fred Schwarts
Third B
Jessie Branded.
Alice Brltton.
Karl Brotohle.
Mildred Green.
Louise Hnstor.
Moielle Thomas.
Herbert Wood.
day school. I send the story papers and
tho comlo paper to my aunt. A lady
who works for mamma gavo me somo
plants. I like them very much. I hope
to sen my letter In print.
The Fairy Pool.
Edna Cnrllle, Aed 11. Underwood. la.
Bluo Sldo.
There was a little house by tho river
tn which two lltHo girls used to play.
Their names were Allco nnd Edith. They
would watch the pebbles as the wind
would rock them to tho shore, and this
little, place the children would call tho
"fairy pool" and they would say tho
fairies kept their houso very clean. They
could aeo fish and beautiful shells as
they lookod down ot tho clear, cool
water. Ono day Allco was unkind to
hor slslcr. Sho wont down to tho pool
and sat there. When sho looked down
sho could not sco tho clear water; it
was muddy, and Instead of seeing tha
fish sho saw a big, ugly snaka colled
ready to Jump nt hor. Alice began to sob
ns If her heart would break. A lady
stepped out and said, "What are you
crying for, little glrir Alice said, "Tho
pool Is not pretty, and I am sorry I havo
beon rudo to my sister." The fairy told
Allco to go and meet her sister, so Alice
wont and they threw their arms around
each other and kissed. They went back
to the pool and It was clear. "Children,"
said the fairy, "the pool Is Just llko your
hearts. If you are good the pool will b
clear and clean, and If you are not good
the pool will be dirty and muddy." Bo
sho disappeared, and Allco woko up, for
she had been dreaming.
Memorial Day Exeroises.
Molllo Corenman. 8C5 South Seventh
Street. Omaha. Red Side.
To honor the heroes, both living and
dead, our school, ns woll as all tho
schools In Omaha, havo 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, verso by an elghth
grado 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; soventh, "Battle Hymn of the
Republic." by tho sixth, seventh and
eighth grades; eighth, a verso of tha
Illy, roie and violet: ninth, Mr. Woller,
nn old soldier, spoks about the war;
tenth, a president of a club talked to
the children about being loyal to our
country and our flag: eleventh, a HtU
hw r.v ths old soldier a flag. I for
got to tell, you that tho president of tha(
c(ub presented tho children with a silken
flag, which is to hang In the hall. Th
lsit thing on the program was the song,
"America." We all had a very nice umo.
Prefers Baby to Doll.
By Mary Fischer. Aged fl. 3J06 Lafayette
Avenuo. Omoho. 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
she saw ft llttlo baby lying In her
mother's bed. Jeanette thought It was a.
doll her mother was going to got her.
Her mother said: "You will havo to do
without ft doll s. while."
Jeanetto said: "I do not want a doll
now. I Just want to love the baby."
New Busy Bee.
By Rcella Klein. Age 10 Years. t Hick
ory Street, Omaha, Blue bide.
Dear Busy Bee: I want to be one of
your new writers. I am 10 years old and
go to Lincoln school. My teacher's namo
Is Miss Cottrel, and I like her very well.
I hope you will not forget me this Sun
day as I would like to see this In print.
Reads Pace Every Sunday.
By Huldah Roelle. Aged IS Years. Co-
uimnus, jnbu. Biu.
Dear Editor: I read tho Children1!
Page every Sunday. Papa likes tha paper,
too, I would like to Join tho Red 8lde.
I wlih my letter would be in print
The Loved Ones Are Gone.
By Ethel Elanora Barton, Age IS Years.
Arlington, Neb.
Tho loved ones have gone over the riven
Their white robes I cannot see.
There was one with hair of silver.
Tho golden gates we cannot see;
But on the golden shore .
My grandmother Is 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 aunt Is waiting to welcome us over.
Btlll on tho goldon shore Is another,
With ringlets of gold.
Who went before his mother.
Died when the days wore cold.
But on tha golden shore.
My uncle is waiting at the door