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PRATTLE OF THE YOUNGSTERS.
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IT IS hard to write a Christmas editorial this year." uritea the editor
of "The American Boy" In the December Issue. "It Is hard because
Christmas thoughts and the carnage of warfare cannot walk hand
In hand. In Germany, the land which gave us Christmas as we
celebrate it, there will be more mourning wreaths than candle-trimmed
trees. In England the England of the Yule Log and of the Carol Singers
;he muffled drum and the mournful majesty of the funeral march will
place 'God rest 'you, Merry Gentlemen, let nothing you Dlemay." In
Delglum but there Is no Belgium only desolation, smoking ruins, de
astatlon. France, Russia, Servla, Japan, mourn their dead. Far off
India, tropical Africa, American Canada have fed their sons to the cannon.
Where should be bounty, tables spread for plenteous feast, there Is famine.
Germany's toymakers have turned their hands to other uses; Europe,
Asia, Africa even Australia and the Islands of the Taciflc feel the touch
of actual war." ;
We may not rejoice In another's misfortune, yet we may rejoice that
his misfortune Is not our own.
No doubt all the Busy Bees are celebrating their vacation and are
joyful In anticipation of a visit from Santa Claus. I hope all the girls and
boys have been so good that they w ill not merit disappointment.
There Is still more than a week In which to send in votes for a new
Busy Bee king and queen. All votes must be received before Wednesday,
December 30, and the choice will be announced on the following Sunday.
This week, firs: prize was awarded to Laverne E. Colson of the Rod
This week, first prize was awarded to Laverne E. Colson of the Bed
Side; spcond prize to Martha JohnRen of the Red Side and honorable men
tion to Maida Shallcross of the Blue Side. 1
Little Stories by Little Folk
(First Prize.)
Gifts for the King.
Hy Javprne K. Colson. Aned 11 Years.'
l'emotit. Noli, lied fidv.
L)eav liusy Hi es.: Christmas la near. I
want to tell you how our Sunday school
tan iilnnned for this yeaf. In plae of
'snta Clius onJ treat each ihlld hrtners
n certain amount of money to help park
ifie box. My class Is going to give stock
ings, towols, bibs, flannelette and many
moie thtnfrs. These things go to the or
phan's home. It is rallea "Our gift to the
King.'' I think It la a fine plan to give
Ji the children who have no father or
mother. And I think the whole Sunday
si-hool will be hnpplor this year than any
yuar gone by. Don't you?
P. S. I wonder what the other Busy
Bees are 'doing now.
(Second I'iibc)
The ; Little ; Yellow Canary.
By Martha Johnson, emont, Neb. Aged
11 Years, lied Side.
Once my slater and I had a little canary
bird. One day our mother went away
t.nd left us to get supper. As we were
getting supper my little brother heard a
cat mewing. He went to the door and
said: "Look at the little kitty." I said:
"Don't let It in because we have the bird
out in the dining room.' He said: "Well,
do you want the little thing to freeze?"
He took the cat In the other room and
he went outdoor to piay with his friends.
Soon I heard a noise. I thought it was
something crackling In th furnace, and
I went to see. The cat had the bird and
we could not catch tho cat. After awhile
we heard a peep. We said that sounds
like the little bird. We thought the cat
had eaten it. Next day mamma was
t weeping the floor and we found under
the stove our little bird. Then we thought
it must have been the bird we heard. The
cat must hAve been scared and dropped
the bird. How the cat got the bird was
this way:' We put It in the eun to take
its bath. The cat sprang up and tipped
the cage over and the bottom came off
Ustl the cat grabbed the Jalrd.
(Honorable Mention.)
Harry's New Book.
By Stadia Shallcross. Bellevue, Neb. Box
S. Blue Side.
It was getting near Christmas and
Harry had read the book of "The Way
to Maryland." Then Christmas eve came
at last. Harry hung up his stocking and
went to bed. He waa very happy, for he
knew Santa Claus would not forget him.
He lay very quietly and soon fell asleep.
In the morning he taw, beside his tope,
sleds, drums and skates a book he had
been wiBhlng for. "The Way to Mary
land." He was very happy with his new book.
It was about a shepherd boy and bis
sheep going to Maryland.
He had a Merry Christmas that year.
Boys Help Mother.
By Genevieve, Ruth Rounds, Aged 11
Years, Emerson. Ia. Red Bide.
One Sunday afternoon there was two
little boys sitting on the steps. All day
Saturday they had tried to sell papers,
but nobody would buy from them. They
were ragged and hungry; their mother
lay In bed from lack of proper food.
The youngest boy said. "I have an idea.
We will dress up In nice clothes and
then they will buy papers from us."
But his older brother said, "Where will
we get the clothes to wear?"
"Oh. that's right, I didn't think of
that."
Thon the older boy said, "Oh, I know
what we will do. We will sell our eog.
Sport."
So the next day they took the dog and
went to their neighbors and asked thorn
to buy 8port as they needed the money
for bread. The neighbor said, "Yes," and
dropped a dollar Into the little boy's
hand.
They went away very happy and ran
toward the city and bought bread and
meat.
As they ran in the house, their mother
said. "How did-you get It?" "We sold
Sport, mother, dear," answered one of
her sons.
We will save the rest of the money
till later," said she.
nut we have bread and meat and
money lert, and before it U gone we can
earn more money and I do not think you
will remain sick any longer from lack of
proper food." said the boys.
Busy Bee Letter.
By Everett Juderlne, Aged 10 Years. Bell
. wood. Neb. lied Side.
I would like to loin the Busy Bee club,
iiy teacher la Miss Pearl Burch. I am
In the fifth grade. I have been very sick
and had to miss school. It snowed here
nd some of us boys took our sleds to go
riding. Well, I guess I wllj close for this
'.Imt. I hope to see my letter In print.
Our Thanksgiving. '
3y Ames ' An, Aged 11 Years, General
Deliv jj'remont. Neb. Red Side.
W a goose for our Thanksgiving
(inner. We fed it for a week. The first
two days we had it in a boa. but It got
jut the third day. Then we put It down
'n tne cellar in a little box. But it got
ut again, then we let it go out till
Thanksgiving. We chopped the head off
I and in the morning the other two
teese called It, but it did not come. W
lad it for dinner and It was good.
It waa lonely down ia the cellar and
that was why it got thin. I will have to
clop for my story Is getting long. I hope
thla story escape Mr. Waste Basket. I
wish could win a dear and sweet little
doll.
Grandpa's Youth.
By Herbert lsdee. Aged 12 Vars, Pawnee
City. Neb. Red Side.
We wero all sitting arounl the fire
place one cold November evenlnir.
"tlrarulpa!" said I, "Pleaao tell us a
story. You haven't for a long time."
"All right!" he answered.
"What about?"
"Oh, about Thanksgiving of course,"
we all answered.
"Well," he began in his droll wsy.
"The children in the town where I
lived never celebrated Thansgivlng like
they do now.
"They had been planning for Thanks
giving for about a week.
"Tanknglvlng would be in four days.
The women had started their cooking
already and some had bought turkeys.
"At last Thanksgiving came. It was
an ideal day.
"About five or six inchee of snow had
fallen the night before.
"About 10 o'clock I started to the foot
ball game.
"There were to be two games that day.
one In the morning and one In the after
noon. .
"As I ncared town the people were all
In a flurry. The men were shouting and
the boys were laughing. I stood on the
bridge (over the small creek that ran
through town) and watched the fun.
"In the middle of the creek was an Ice
borg with Mr. Johnston's turkey on.
They were trying to get it with ropes,
canes and sticks, but they all proved
too short.
"It Just stood there and opened Its mouth
as . if it were laughing, at them,
i "Little Willie Jones while coasting down
the bank of the creek went sailing into
the icy water with. John England close
after him.
"Dick Smith and Rolland West were
making snow balls (on top of tho Smith's
house) and throwing them at the caas
ersby. "John. Dick's brother had a bucket of
water and he poured It on the pumpkin
pies his mother had set out to cool, while
another boy waa Btlin
'Farther on, the Perkln boys were lean
ing out of their upper windows, with
fishing polea and lines, catching the
other boys hats.
iJnAf,,,T..th 'KhU 1 went on t0 the foot
ball field and watched the game.
j-"th.e Ty h0me 1 lance1 tato the
Johnston front door, but no turkey was
t0..b0, cen n """r dinner table.
The Eskimos.
h!-1 hKve. not wmtm luly- 1 wUl "ow
Hml .1 n th" E'ktmo'- In the winter
time they live i houses made of Ice and
which It has been packed hard and been
cut out with hatch, and knives. At
V rti "'ght on8 cannot ny door
In It. The door la not v.. ,i-u
- - ' j "bia, au we
uow aown our hand, and knee..
Their stove is not like ours; It is only a
hollow stone filled lih .
The oil is taken from whales. All around
the room is a bank of snow. This is the
table, bel and chairs, all In one. 1
me first playmate of th R.vim. k
Is a puppy, which Is srivsn him .. .
he Is old enough to walk. The first thing
. Mmmo girl learns to do is to sew
and itiftkA rinth.B ou .
t , luuaa ner own
, needle from a bone or iron and she makes
mreaa from deerskin, which she twist.
Don't you wish you could make them a
visit some day?
Poor Little Samuel.
By Deda Chapman. 2818 Charles Street.
Omaha. Red Side.
When Samuel came home that evening
he prayed that he would get a doll for
his slater, who was S years old. He had
no mother and his father had disappeared
suddenly one day and had never re
turned, and his mother had died of a
broken heart. Their children now lived
with an old woman who was kind, but
not rich. The days iuimi miiki. -
Christmas eve came, and In the morning
when Samuel got up there was not a
thing to be seen of a present, but pres
ently a rap was heard at the floor and
oamuei was surprised to find a man and
a big bundle in his hand waiting to em
brace him and his sister. Could you
guess wno it wasr Well, if you can't. I
will tell you. It was their lnn-ln.t
fsther, and his sister got her doll and
ne a wsgon and many other presents.
The Mafic Diamond.
By Mary Fischer. Aged 10 Years. Mj6
Lafayette Avenue, Omaha, Red Side.
Once upon a time there were two beau
tiful princesses. These princesses did
something the king did not like, so he put
them on the top of a very high tower.
One day as the two princesses were sit
ting en the tower a bird came. It was
holding a diamond In It. beak. As it
came nearer and flew on the tower It
dropped it at their side and the bird flew
away again.
The 1 Inc. as took the stone or dia-
Winner of Last Week's Doll Contest
I9LS $fefe
the teacher ald, and Willie
accents clear, dlotlnrt and
"Spell 'cat.' "
Stroud
Spoke up In
loud.
"K-a-t," he said, and smiled as one
W he rsts expected for a tak well done.
But teacher frowned and cried, "Don't
you Know yet
Now. don t forget
And Wtliie. wondering, silent, took hi
seat.
Hut piinifered deeply over hi defeat;
Then, rising slowlv, "Teacher, won't you
tell
t's, please," he begged. "What does
k-a-t' spell?"
Ing. It was not verv cold that day.
Muriel, my brother, said that he did not 'That e-a-t spells nit?
believe It was froter. hard enough, but
he said we mlsht try It.
We soon arrived at the rnd. First we
wont to the shallow part by th walnut
trees. There was Junt a little Ice float
ing around In there, so we went tn an
other part. The Ice looked quite hard
In there, so Helen thought she would try
nnd see If It wns strong. Sho stepped on
It and It went In and so did she. Helen
cm it lit hold of roe to get out and pulled
me In. We both got out and went to the
house. It was Ice cold, and we thought ! Teacher Can you
Aunt Willie, the stork has brought yon
a nice, new baby brother. Wouldn't you
like t see him?
Willie Naw, hut I d like to see the
stork.
multiply concrete
it was not the right time of year for a
bath. We did not like that experience
In skating very well.
I wish to see my story In print.
Harry Helps Mother.
Hv Pavld Cohen. HW North Seventeenth
street, Omaha, Neb. Red Side.
Once upon a time there waa a boy and
his mother was very 111. So Harry started
out to look for a nurse. He came to a '
drug store and saW a nurse standing
there. Ho asked If she would come and
take oore of his mother. "Yes." she said.
So Harry took the nurse to his houae
and he said to his mother. "I am going
I i.-. i,wi far inh " "When von have a
Job come home and tell me," said his
mother.
So he went back to the drug store, the
place where be found the nurse and he
went into the drug store and asked the
man If he wanted a boy for work. "Yes,
said the man.
Then Harry ran home and told his
mother. "I have got a Job at 13.60 a
week," he said. I
The next day Hairy went to work)
and did very nicely. He soon mad I
enough money to pay the nurse and the
doctor, and hie mother grew well rapidly.
Then they lived happily ever after.
mond. "Only," said they, "I wish we
were home again." and sure enough they
were back home again. The two
princesses were never sad after that and
always lived happy ever after.
numbers by concrete numbers?
Small Boy-Yes, ma'am. ,
Teacher Well, suppose you ere to
multiply a dosen apples by eight ounces
of raisins, what would the product be?
Small Boy Mince pie.
Home time ago the teacher of a public
school was Instructing a class In geogra
phy, and when It came time to hand out
a few questions she turned first to Willie
Smith.
Willie," she said, "can you tell me
what la one of the principal products of
the West Indies?"
"No, ma'am," frankly answered Willie,
after a moment's hesitation.
"Just think a bit." encouragingly re
turr.ed the teacher; "where does the suiter
come from that you uso at your house?"
"Sometimes from the store." answered
Willie, "and sometimes we borrow It from
the next-door neighbor."
you
very beautl-
Christmas Reward.
By Carl Guns. Alex'tidria. Neb. R. F.
D. No. 2. lied !-'lde.
It was a cold, dreary Christmas eve.
The wind was blowing and the sleet was
covering the walks with Ice. A Btrtfnger
hurrying along the street saw a ragged
boy gazing at the beautiful things in a
store window. He stopped, watched the
boy for a moment and then walked on
up the street. The boy stood there for
a long time and then went in. The store
keeper asked him what he wanted in his
store. The boy did not answer, and the
storekeeper was going to put him out of
the store when the boy said: "I found the
pocketbook which you lost." Tho man
looked at the Initials and then he said:
that it was hi. pocketbook. He thanked
the boy and told him that he would be
rewarded. The boy stayed there and after
a while he went home. He dreaded the
cold bed he had to sleeD in. He had no
warm room to undress in and hardly any
clothe, to wear. He went to bed unhappy.
for when he awoke he would only find a 1 either lde. She gave them a towel and
Ing that time I went to school. I had to
wear wooden shoes, which clattered very
much, especially when there wero a group
of us going to school. We had to take
our books, slate and pencil to school tn
the morning and carry them home at
night after school. Wc had to carry them
In large school bags, which we slung over
our shoulders. IiJverybody had to buy,
their own books and school supplies,
when we csmo back to America I had
forgotten the English language, but t did
not take long to catch onto it again.
Then wo caine to Omaha, where we have
lived ever since.
Brave Alice..
Verda Slekkotter, A red 9 Years, Gretna,
Neb. Blue Side.
Two little girls named Alice and May
went to visit their grandparent, on the
farm.
Grandpa came after them In the great
farm wagon. That night they went to bod
very tired, but the next morning they
got up bright and early to help their
grandpa feed the chickens.
When breakfast waa over their grand
ma told them there waa a beautiful brook
behind the farmhouse with woods on
Bid of Fear.
By Irene Wellman. Aged 11 Yeara. Fillet-ton.
Neb. Blue Side.
Once there waa a little girl and her
name waa Jenny. She waa afraid to ft
up to bed alone and her mother would
have to go up with her and leave the
lamp up there until Jenny was asleep.
One night as Jenny and her mother
Were going up to bed, Jenny's father
said, "Jenny I. big enough to go to bed
alone." So Jenny took the lamp and
went up alone. She heard a sound under
the bed and It frightened her so that
he could hardly sleep. Pretty soon she
felt something soft on her cheek and
And''1'' creamed so hard that it. brought her
Boy Mlsa Jones,
iful.
I.sdr Thank you, Bobble.
Boy-Oh, that', all riiiht. U. Boy
Scout, have to do one kind act every day.
"Fa, a man, wire la his better halt
isn't she?"
"We are told so, my son."
"Then If a man marries twice there
Isn't anything left of blm. Is there?"
After pondering at the, window for a
long lime, he delivered his childish
elusions.
"Mother!"
"Ye., my son?"
"The trees are molting."
CHILDREN
WILL HAVE
CUTICURA
SOAP
Because of its soothing emoU
lient properties in all cases of
irritation of the skin and
scalp, especially when assist
ed by light touches of Cuti
cura Ointment, a fragrant,
super-creamy emollient. .
Samples Free by Mall
rutlmira ana. aa. Otnunant mm throuthont tbe
orld. Ulwl unpta olnik iiU1 fmt. Ml t-Sb
ess. Aaanm -uuuoura," Dept. liw, I
fnther and mother to the bedside and
they found Jenny's Newfoundland dog' In
bed with her. Jenny wa. never fright
ened any more.
whip In his shoe from hi. cross' old aunt.
He slept soundly all night and when he
awoke he wished he was as rich a. other
little boys and girls. He dressed quickly
and went downstairs, and when he opened
the door he found a lot of the toy. he
wa. looking at the night before. Can you
guess who gave him ull these things? '
A Happy Thanksgiving.
By Marguerite Nelson, Aged 10 Years,
1513 Spruce Street, Omaha. Blue Side.
The Browns were rich people, but not
very happy. They had a beautiful house,
garden and park, but no little child run
ning up and down the beautiful marble
steps and playing among the beautiful
flowers and trees in the park.
One Thanksgiving the servant had just
called dinner, when Mrs. Brown heard a
timid knocking at the front door and sent
the maid to see who it was. She found
a little thinly-clad figure shivering with
cold and crying. The maid told her to
go away, but something drew Mrs. Brown
to the door, and she asked the frightened
little girl how old she waa and where
were her papa and mamma.
The little girl said, "I am S year, old
and live at the orphan.' home and do
not know any papa or mamma. I only
know nurse and she Just whipped me,
so I ran away."
Mrs. Brown took her In the house, sat
her up to the most beaut'ful table the
little girl ever say. It seemed the happi
est Thanksgiving they had any of thorn
ever had.
So Mr. and Mrs. Brown got permission
to adopt the little girl and named her
Helen, and she grew up to be a beautiful
girl and heiress to the Brown mansion.
Alma's Surprise,
By Mary Qoldcnsteln, Aged 10 Years,
Glenvllle, Neb. Red Side.
Alma wa. sealed on the floor playing
with her dolls. "Alma." called her
mother, "come wash the dishes." "Oh,
I don't want to," said Alma. "If you
don't, Santa won't bring you anyth'ng."
"Yes. he will." said Alma.
The next day was Christmas. Alma
hurried to see what she had received.
There was nothing there. She felt 'n her
stocking and there waa a note. It said:
"Pear Alma, I was sorry I couldn't bring
you anything, but you were naughty
yesterday, so I couldn't. Santa Claus."
Alma felt very sorry, but she did not say
anything. Her mother and father went
away that day and she did all the work.
That night, when she waa going to bed,
in front of her door wa. a doll, 4 doll
carriage, two book, and three game.
"Oh. mamma! Look! Santa Claua did
bring me something." Alma looked at
the name of one of her book, and It said,
"A Good Girt." "After this," said Alma.
"I'll be a good girl."
! Trip to Denmark.
By Mary Andersen. Aged 11 Years, S2U4
Maple Street, Omaha. Red Side.
Six year, ago I went with my parents
to Europe. We want to New York first
and when we came there we bought
tickets for the ship Kaiser Wllhelrn II,
which took twelve day. to go across the
ocean.
Then we arrived In B re ner Hafen and
from there we traveled through Oer
roany to Denmark, where my relatives
live. When ny grandfather saw my
mother he did not know her because he
bad not seen her for nine year.
I could not understand the Danlsi lan
guage, but It did not take me long to
learn it
We stayed over there one year and dur-
told them they might go wading,
One day when they were coming home,
they heard a bell go tlng-a-llng. ting-ay
ling-ling. ,
"What can it be?" cried May. "Let's
run " "No." said Alice, "let's go and
find out what It Is."
Alice ted the way and May stayed be
hind. When Alice came close enough she
saw it was a cow caught In the brush.
When the cow saw her she mooed as if
to ask that she should help her loose.
When Alice had let her loose sho mooed
again as If to say "thank you."
When the girls got home they told
their grandpa. He said Alice wa. a very
kind little girl to help the cow for she
might have been out there all night
A New Playmate.
By Mary Goldensteln, Aged 10 Years,
Olenerl. Neb. Red Side.
Mable Was sitting on the porch, looking
wistfully at her neighbor's bouse. Some
one had moved In there yesterday. She
knew that a boy and girl had moved In,
because she had seen them get off the
train. It was four day. till Christmas
and she thought bf something. She sent
her a pretty little purse, with a card say
ing "Merry Christmas, from your neigh
bor, Mable Johnson."
The next morning she found a little
book, and inside on the first page It
said. "To my neighbor, from Alma Jack
son," The next day Alma came over and
the girl, became fast friends.
Narrow Escape.
By Frances Churchill, Aged Years, Mc
Cook, Neb. Blue Side.
I have never written to The Boo before,
and I am going to tell a true story. I
wlah to Join the Blue Side.
One winter. Helen, my sister, and I
wanted to go skating. There was a pond
down In the pasture where we were g.w
Busy Bee Rhymes.
Bu Ruth TMstlewsIt s"d Ms Hon Keefe.
ueairice, in en. uiue Hide.
Now listen to a sweet story,
And I know you won't be sorry,
Of Tete and Tom one night
On the way to A. C. C. by starlight
These two lads are very well known,
Although yet from capers they've not
flown:
So Into mischief they thought they'd get
And tell It to no one, you bet
To Miss Gllbiide's bouse thev rame.
And thought they'd have a thrilling game,
dui, no. sne oil noi near
Someone else did to their fear.
On a hike ther did Jump
Into a tive Tom went bump.
And flat on his back did fall.
While Tete laughed at it all.
Now these two were very brave that
nigni; ,
Pete had a nice pistol and Tom a flash
uaiii;
Now on their wav home In thm Am-tr
They thought they'd have another lark
On up the street they weren't so breve.
Nothing nor no one's life d d they save;
At that corner a doir at them rti.i
And scared them out of having some fun,
In the Cold North.
cy lmromy Virginia Smith, Aged U
ears, aus n, aireet. Mouth Omaha.
Red Side.
In the north, where It Is very cold,
Lives a fur-clar warrior bold;
The children call him H.nl. m.n.
And If you e-er saw him you would never
I'llUW-
But run right Into hi. open arm..
Where are hidden wonderful charm..
And Chrlstma. night when the children
I have often heard It said
That old Santa comes and takea a peep
To make sure that they are fast asleep,
Christmas.
y Hernlce Etnler. Aged 11 Years. 7010
norm i went v-rourtn street, Omaha.
Blue Side.
I.
Hark, the Christmas carols are ringing,
i- nmi me oia cnurrn sieepie rar above.
In honor of the little baby king,
'Whose crown had many stars.
Each night the stars shine bright.
But on this night they seem like
Christmas carols.
II.
On this night come, the memories
Like the lightning flashes.
And It dies like the roses;
That night comes the spirit
Of a kind old fellow-Santa Claus.
While wo still .think of little king far
above,
Watching like a aheperd boy.
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THAN-UALF 'THEIR 'SUBJECTS LASTWEK?
PAJtK.
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Joaephlne Chldenter.
Mr uer.te Fallon.
Katherine Kmertck.
Ailidred thielua
Ruth Sunderland.
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Kllen Kvans.
Ruth I'arrott.
Alice Sunderland.
WEBSITE.
Seventh A.
Miiin.e Bnxiks.
Gertrude Cooper.
Anna Hurt.
Hannah Hommer.
Martha llelnateln.
Curl Wuhlstrom.
gtxth
Kleanor Osborne,
Mildred Peterson.
i r'orslund.
Marie Carveth.
Albert Robinovlts.
Clfta A.
Hilda bwensen.
Jack Rauc.
lorothy Ktelnbaugh
rourth A
tvelyn Carlson.
Anna Rublnovits.
coLtrtcexAir.
StIgBt. A.
Mlriaui Uassett.
V icior Button,
Ix.uli Belndorf f,
Ulalvs Mick el,
Jusephlne 1'latntrr.
ooLtraxAjr.
SWata A
t hunoiie Ahrams,
Wllb.r Olson,
Urant Luntz.
Tenth n,
William Hell.
Walter Grunt.
Hilda Harsh.
I'hylll Kolls,
Carl Oh ye,
l'arrel Tate,
Ixiulae Thrane,
Kvsrett Wans.
SeTsntk A.
Kthxt t-r numan,
Gooi ge Read.
lath B. .
Mary Clark,
Kuth Clark.
Walter le Wool,
Myrtle Chye.
lata A.
William Belndorff,
Sam Curllitle,
Malwl Clark,
Jean Paiinur.
Helen Rogers,
Clarence Turpln.
fifth B.
Au..u i'.vi rs,
KUxon Rich,
Ida Smith,
Junius Welsh.
Fifth A.
Man Holsman,
Vrna MacAuley,
Harriet Koaewater,
Austin Stixlevant,
Helen Turpln.
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fourth B.
Ruth Charlesworth,
Russell Matiaon,
Reulah Miller,
Caroline
i'ruebstlng,
Waldo Williams.
rourth A.
Lorothy Kckstrom,
Kthel Gladstone,
John Hoel.
Gertrud Sandherg,
Margaret Shipner,
lorothy Waas.
Thlv a.
Wllhelmlna Clark,
Maurice Terkelsen.
VoirS. A.
Katharine Allan,
H IIinU Bradley,
Mildre.1 lilldt,
Anna Grant
Margaret
Gotuchalck.
Ituth Urummel,
Virginia Herdman,
Prances McC'lenegaa
ElUabeth
IJatfenrath,
Hilda Prints.
James Richardson,
Jane Sutcllfre,
Abarilla Wlnslade.
events B.
Margaret I arlsh,
Rasanna Swtnsun.
rBAJTZXTST.
areata A.
Kmtly Phelps.
Myrtle Johnson,
Me bel Johnson
Geraldlne Olson,
Kthel Johnson,
Catherine Hadfleld,
Robert RaaKorahck.
Miriam Hlr-h,
Helen Holiday.
Una Anderaon,
Irene Schrimpf.
Kleanor Madgott,
Ruth Klossner,
Ann Mciinoell,
Kdward Munroe,
Mary Flndley.
lata B.
Marie Sehmltc,
lorothy Hlch.
lxth A.
Vera Collins,
Marie Ureenwald,
Kleanor i'utter.
Ocel.a Adulphaon,
Rdna Tuiander.
Kveiyn Johnson,
Frances Cameron!
Lydla Matlaon.
Mabel Rcdmon.
ruth a.
Lainy Craig,
iJoriJ RcUf,
l'orolhy Almqulst
mt A.
Bruce Cochran,
Ixiftus Riley.
Juliette Wesia.
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