T1IF. OMAHA SUNDAY ltKK: FEmUTAUY 191(1.
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The Busy Bees
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TODAY we are "sandwiched" in between two holiday, Abraham Lin
coln's birthday yesterday end St. Valentine's day tomorrow, holi
days of quite a different character. '
Lincoln's birthday Is the occasion for recounting many
atorlea Illustrating his nobility of character and heroism and how
hs overcame all obstacles In his desire for learning. Feelings of patriotism
well up in us and make us all one In striving to emulate his wonderful ex
ample. Bt. Valentine's day, too, is a pleasurable one, the tokens from those
we lore being especially gratifying.
I am sure the Busy Bees will be Interested in the "Outing Club"
organised last July by Central and Central High school boys. The officers
of the club are James Slane, president; Julius Frank vice president; Jean
Argerslnger secretary and Clarence Christopher, .treasurer.
The members have hiked out to Big Paplo creek twice, the creek being
three miles west of Omaha. Last summer they camped out for two days
and nights. The first night they got along all right, but the second night
they were flooded out of their tent. Jim, awakened by a large thunder bolt,
awoke the others.
They then prepared for a rain, but It was too strong for them. Tls
water came three inches deep In their tent so that they could not stay in it
They then pulled up the ten stakes, folded up the canvas and ran up the
road.
They went as far as the country school house where they stayed until
the rain ceased. Then the sun came out and dried their clothes.
When they arrived home they told of their adventure, and that was the
end of their 1915 outings. This spring they will prepare for their 1916
outings. ,
Donald Dyson of the Red Ride wins the prize book this week. Artemis
Timberlake and Mary Boyle, also of the Red Side, were awarded Honorable
Mention, so the Red Side is once more forging to the front.
Little Stories
(Prise Story.)
About Skating Fond.
By Donald Pyeon, Aged 10 Years. Lyons,
Neb. Red Ride.
We have had great sport this winter.
Our neighbor's boys and I have a pond
of our own.
It la a place In the pasture where the
watr overflowed. After a big snowstorm
it took a neighbor boy and myself a day
to act tt shoveled off ao it was good
Rain.
We have banked up the snow around
the pond to protect us from the wind,
end sometimes we carried cornstalks and,
brush and started fires to keep u warm.
I have a new pair of skates, so I can
ekate much better than with my old
ones.
(Honorable Mention.)
Children Catch Squirrel.
Ey Mary Boyle. Aged Tears. Premont,
Neb.. IV F. D. No. 2. Bed Side.
It was a nice morning In autumn. Grace.
Annie, May and Robert and rraj'.k all
aid. "Oh. what a nice morning It la."
Let ns take a walk to the woods," sa'.Z
Grace.
Grace was 18 years old. Annie was 10,
May waa 4. Robert was 12 and Frank waa
14. So the children went and asked their
mothers If they might go. The mothers
said they eould If they would promise to
be back early. They each took a lunch
and a basket to carry nuts home in. As
the children walked along they saw a
little squirrel carrying acorns to Its neat.
Frank caught the squirrel and decided
to take It home with "him. It Waa a
cunning little creature with bright shin
ing eyes that glistened as it trembled
with fear at the sight of the children.'
Little May said, "We shall call It Bunny
because it is so soft and warm." Wblle
the little girls were fixing the lunch the
boys built a cage for the squirrel. They
then ate their lunch, gathered nuts and
hurried home, carrying the squirrel by
turns.
(Honorable Mention.)
Writes About Sparrows.
By Artemus Timberlake, Aged Tears,
4313 North Twenty-fourth Street.
Omaha. Red Bide.
I am a new Busy Bee and 1 am going
to tell you about some little sparrows
that stay around our house. One morning
my mother told me to take out some corn
meal to them. When I took it out you
should have seen them come tor tt. And
now they come for food every day. Tney
are Just like Uttle pets. When our kitty
sees them she cries.
. I am in the Third B. My teacher's name
U Mia Morrison.
I will close now and I will Join the Blue
side becaune it is my favorite color.
Winter Friends.
Hv Klla Thode. Aged 11 Years. Ml Ham
ilton Street. Omaha. Blue tilde.
NVe have many ff-athered friends dur
ing the winter nion . Some of them are
chickadees, nuthatches, hairy and downy
woodpeckers. brown creepers, gold
1 1 neliee, tree sparrows and some other
kinds.
I will tell you mostly of the chickadees
nnil nuthatches.
The whttc-breasted nuthatch is of blue
sray end white color. His head is of
Mack and his call Is yank, yank, yank.
Tlie chickadee's call Is chioka-dee-dee-dee-fire.
The winter birds like suet for a
meal. It is said that the blrda' use 1
killing Insects. Of course there are
other uses of the birds, but this Is one.
and they kill millions of them In a year.
So I think that since the birds give us
their songs and work we outfit to repay
t'lom with some kindness. The kindness
1 would repay Is to build them houses
and make little atands in your yard and
lut a pan of water and aome crumbs of
In cad, and cake on them. I knew a lady
who had a stand on her fence and always
hud water and bread and suet and other
things on it, which I think' was a great
kindness to the birds. So let us all try,
Huay Bees.
The Miscarried Valentine.
Hv Belle Itoblnson. Tekamah. Neb.
lilue hide.
Kloulse and her father had Just moved
to town. Her mother was dead. Now in
that same town lived another Kloulse. a
rich girl. It was getting near Valentine's
day and the Eloutoe who lived with her
father wondered if she would get any
valentines. Now the Eloulse who was
rkh expected a special valentine from
her friend, but she did not receive It
the wondered very much why it did not
come. Fhe did not know that the other
Ktouise had got It, the only one she had
received, bhe was very glad and showed
It to all her friends. When the other
Kloulse found out who got it, she was
very glad indeed, and told her friends
he was glad because It waa the only one
the poor Eloulse received.
Grandma's Birthday.
Uv Viola IXedrlcksen. Aged M Years.
Marne, la,. Route L lilue tilde.
A year ago waa my grandma's birthday
and all her children came to the town
where ahe lived, tight of my cousins
weie there. We all came for dinner, and
after dinner all my cousins and I played
gamea such as hlde-and-go-stt-k, blind
Duxt and others, we all had a
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happy and merry time there , that day.
We played games until about 2 o'clock in
the afternoon, when we got tired of play
ing. Then grandma said to my cousins
and X that the one that could sit still the
longest would get a nickel. So we all
sat still for a little bit, then we all got
up at the same time and started playing,
so none of us got any money. That waa
a Joke on us all that none of us got any
money. Grandma aald that if she would
give one of us a nickel then we would
all want a nickel, so none ot us got one.
Pretty soon it waa lunch time, ao we aat
down to eat, and after lunch it was soon
time for us to go home. ' We all said wa
had the very happiest time in our life.
Bessie Saved the Train.
By Dale Rlbble, Aged 8 Years, Chapman,
Neb. Blue Bide.
' Beasle'a father waa a conductor, and
ahe always went down to the brook and
waved at ber . papa when he went by
with his train. Their house waa right
by the railroad. One day it thundered
and lightened and rained. Bessie asked
her mother If she could go down to the
little bridge. Her Mother said yes, and
so shs ran and got her doll and went.
When she got there the bank began to
move. Bhe walked across the bridge, as
it seemed safe for her. What Could she
do? How could she stop the train? She
looked at her doll. What could she hear?
It was the rumbling ot the train. She
ran up the track waving her dolL The
train whistled and went alower all the
time until at last it atopped. Beasle's
father was the first one off the train.
He aald: "What a brave little girl." and
ho passengera were so pleased that a
week later they sent her a little watch
that waa engraved upon it: "For a
brave little girl."
Story of a Dog-.
By Willie New, Aged 11 Years. Washing
ton, Neb. Red tide.
I have a big dog named Fritz. He is
black and white, and when we throw
something up he will catch it in his
mouth. When we throw something in
the lake he will go and got it and bring
It back to us. One day my brother and
I hitched Frits to a sled. Then my
brother and1 I got on the sled and made
him go. He went ao fast around the
corner that the sled tipped over and we
fell off in the snow. He goes to school
with us about every day and laya under
our teacher's desk. Our teacher's name
is Miss Lucy Richardson. I am In the
fifth grade.
Coffee.
Ry Rudolph i Wesely. t'edar Bluffs.
Neb. Blue Side.
Coffee Is a small plant. It grows about
four and one-half feet high. It grows in
South America, in the republic of Brail!.
A coffee plant needa wann weather and
a great deal of rain. The coffee's blos
soms are white and the berries look like
cherries.. When the berries get dark
red they are picked off and put into a
machine that takes the seeds out. Before
he coffee Is - used the seed must be
roasted. R!o de Janeiro is a great coffee
port.
. The Suspected Boy.
Bv Vera Bradley. Aged 11 Years. V'lO
Center Street. Omtrta Neb. Blue Side.
Another time a peddler going by stopped
to see if any of the boys wanted to buy
anything. Some of the boys purchased
something and Lewis was looking at a
penknife which he wanted to buy very
much. He did not have any more pocket
money and nobody had any to lend him
so he laid It down longingly.
A few days later he came back and
told Miss White that be had lost it
tlieie. "This lad had it last," he aald,
pointing to Liwis, who stood back, look-
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Ing alarmed. "Are you sure that you
put It back?" ahe asked one of the boys.
So after a few minutes Miss White paid
for the knife and the peddler went
grumbling away. After that the boys
would always say, "Lend me your knife.
Gooseberry." or "How much doea your
knife coat?"
A long time afterward the peddler re
turned and said: "I found the knife. Miss
White; it Was under the lining of my
valise. When I was putting some new
things in it fell out; I have it here and
If you want It you can have it."
All the boys swarmed around Lewis
and begged pardon so heartily that he
couldn't refuse It Mies White presented
the knife to Lewis and he forgot long
after that it oaused his trouble.
The Penny Plants.
By Sophie Hotovee, Are l? Years. Wll
ber. Neb. Blue Side.
There waa once a little, old man who
lived In a house at the edge of the
wuods. His farm was small and It waa
he- r him to get other work. His
crops were poor and he became ragged,
hungry and thin.
At last he grew lonely and he dreamed
strange dreams at night, but still his
son did not come to cheer him. Finally
he opened his leather bsg and out rolled
five pennies-that waa all he had. I good
ldoa came to him. He said. "I will plant
these pennies and perhaps they will
grow."
He went out Into the shed and took
his hoe and took off his new hat and
put on Mi old one. He put the pen
nies Into the bag and the bag Into his
ragged coat and started off. He did not
plant the pennies Into his own farm land
because the crops were poor. He went
down the road looking for a place to
plant the pennies. . where It waa not too
dry or too met and where the cowa could
not bite the penny plants off when they
started to grow.
Down the road a little ways he found
a suitable place. He heard the ahoe.
maker aay that the king had ordered fifty
pairs of shoes and he had them all cut
except the waxing. HJa trade was spoiled
because he had not a penny to buy some
wax to wax the shoes. The little, old
man said, "I waa Just going to plant a
penny here. I will give it to you and
buy what yon need and finish the shoes."
Now the little, old man trudged on and
found a place where tt waa Just suitable.
Just then he heard the tailor moumlng
and the old man asked him why he was
mourning on such a bright day. The
tailor told htm that the king had or
dered a hundred hunting coats and he
had them all cut out. but hadn't enough
thread to finish them and not a penny
to buy It. The little, old man said. "I
was Just going to plant a penny here,
hut would rather give it to you." He
told the tailor to take it and stop crying.
After traveling some distance he found
a place that was suitable, so he started
to dig. Just then he heard the hatter
mourning and asked him what waa the
matter and he said. "The king has or
dered a hundred hats and I have them
almost all finished, but my needle broke
and I haven't a penny to buy another
one." So the little, old man gave his
third penny to the hatter in distress.
Then he went on and found a place as
suitable as that by the baker. First of
all he went to see the baker, and he
had a face as long aa a shovel. "The
king haa ordered a hundred loaves of
bread and I have all the dougb; If I only
had a penny to buy a match to light the
over to bake the bread," said the baker.
The little, old man gave the naker a
penny and told him to buy a match to
light the oven to bake the bread.
Taking hla lat penny with much pride
he found a suitable place and planted It
On his way home he met a carpenter
whose face looked like a withered apple
and a worm at its core. He asked him
what was the matter and he aald, "The
king has ordered a building lodge and I
have all the men, except that I have not
a penny to buy some chalk to mark the
places to cut." The Uttle. old man gave
his last penny to the carpenter.
Then the little, old man started for
home. He was very tired and he rested
by the brook. The songs of the birds
put him to sleep. After waking he re
membered that he had a piece of cheese
In the cupboard, so he started home once
again very empty. His stomach was
empty and he" could hardly wait until he
came to the baker's. The baker cried
out. "Come in! Come In! Yesterday you
gave me a penny. Now I muat give you
something to eat," and the baker gave
him a dosen loaves of bread to take
home.
He went along merrily, and he met the
hatter, who greeted him and aald, "OomS
in! Come In! Yesterday you gave me a
penny to buy a needle. Now I must not
let you go with uoh a torn hat." Bo he
picked him out a hat.
Bo the old maa went on merrily tni
he came to the tailor's door, and the
tailor said. "Yesterday you gave me a
penny. I must give you i tf coat.
So he fitted him out a coat The little,
old man walked on merrily till he eame
to the ahoemaker. who also said. "Yes
terday you gave me a penny. I can't
let ou go with such torn ahoes " So he
ilDvr the old mnn a new pair of shoe.
Ho was writ drcbued now, but his old
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old house. Then he me;- the carpenter
and he aald. "Come In! Tome In! Yester
day you gave me a penny to buy chalk,
so we must build you a new house." Then
the Uttle, old man was happy.
The Son of the Crickets
By Helen Iiulets, Aged 11 Years, Wllber,
Neb. Red Side.
My friend James went Into a baker's
shop one day to buy a cake which he
thought was very pretty for a little child
whose appetite was gone. While he waited
for his change a little boy about six
years old entered the store. His clothes
were old but very clean and tidy.
"Madam." he said, to the baker's wife.
"My mother sent me for a loaf of bread."
The lady climbed upon a counter and
got the beat loaf of bread ahe could find.
My friend James then observed the
thoughtful face of the little boy for he
took great care of the big loaf. The
baker's wife ssked the little boy it he
had any money. He said, "no madam,
mother told me to tell you that she would
pay for It tomorrow." "Run along," said
the good woman; "carry yeur bread home
child." "Thank you Mrs," said the little
bos. My friend Jantes came to . the
counter for hla money. He put the money
Into his pocket, and was about to go,
when ha found the child with the big
loaf standing near the store. "What are
yeu waiting for," asked my friend. Don't
you like your loaf of bread." "Oh yes,
yes." said the child. "Carry it home to
your mother; If you wait any longer you
will get a scolding." Hs did not seem
to bear a word my friend said. The
baker's wife went np to him and said,
"what are you waiting for." Ho said,
"what is tt that Is singing." Tkare is
no singing," said she. "Yes." cried the
little fellow. Hear It Qusek. queek.
queek. My friend and the baker's wife
listened, but could hear nothing but the
song of the crickets. The little boy be
lieving that crlokets brought good luck
asked to take one home. His wish was
futlfllled. The baker's wife gave him a
cricket and be went home with a happy
heart, thinking that thdlr luck, waa
brought by the crickets.
Intelligent Dog.
By Eunice Nelson, Aged 10, MSI North
Twenty-fourth Street, Omaha. Red Side.
There was once a boy by the name of
Tom Beaton. He was 10 yeara old.
His father waa a watchman on a rail
road track. Ho had to stay in hla room,
which the railroad company had given
him, and watch the tralna day and night
Sometimes he would have to get up In
the middle of the night
Mr. Beaton did not like dogs a bit, but
Tom was very fond of them. He had al
ways wanted a dog, but his father would
not let him have one.
There was a Newfoundland watchdog
that Uved near Tom and bis father.
Hvery day when Tom'a father let him go
out he would go and play with the dog.
One day the master and mistress of the
dog went for a walk and left the dog at
home. It was one Sunday afternoon in
winter. They walked along the railroad
track and were Just In the middle of a
long bridge when they heard the whl.itle
of a train. The train waa too near for
them to run, so they laid down flat on
the track.
They were Injured, and their dog won
dered when they were coming. Tom
found out and took the dog to hla father's
room.
Just then Tom's dog ran barking out
and when he saw Tom's father, hs
dragged him off the track by the collar.
The train woke Tom and when he saw
what his dog had done he felt like danc
ing, ho was ao happy.
Then he, hla father and hla dog went
back to their room. The father had now
became pround of the dog for saving his
life.
Ail the while a man had stepped off the
train and was helping the dog's master
and mlatress from the country to the city.
They came to the room where Tom had
kept their dog, and when they saw their
dog had been taken care of they were
glad. They told Tom they wanted to re
pay him some way and asked him what
way he wished to be repaid. Tom aald
he wanted to keep the dog. They said he
eould, so Tom always had a dog, and hla
father always liked dogs after that.
A Mother Bird.
By Ieona Walter, Aged 10 Years, Wi
ll oo, Neb. Blue Side.
X am a wren. I have a home and three
children which I love dearly. I am kept
busy feeding them worms, but one day
aa I came back, I found one of my ba
blca dead. I buried It In the ground right
under the tree where my home is. The
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) I taught them to bathe by setting a worm
I anl holding It on one side of a dlah
while my little ones were on the other
side. They were afraid to come and If
It hadn't been for the worm they would
not have learned to bathe.
Takes Fainting Lessons.
r.y t.'.irlle t-haelaon. Aged 11 Years.
Bog M?, tchulr, Neh. Red Sldo.
I would like in Join the Red Side. I
like to write stories. I take painting
lesson every Sunday. 1 love to rcd
the Una? Bee's so. 1 am 11 years
bid. I am In the alxth grade. My
teacher's name la Mini Mae Urogen. 1
will have to clote.
Organises Bird Club.
Vera, Ine Ag"' J Yoara, Genoa. Neb.
Red Pld.v
t hare sent In one story before and I
am writing again to let you know I am
well. I am trying to protect the birds
and have established a bird club in my
school and have twenty members. I have
fed the birds this winter, and I hope
aome of the other Busy Bees will do the
same. I hope to win the prise some time,
but not this time, so good-bye.
Little Pet Squirrel.
By Viola Hansen, Age IS Years. Crelgh
ton. Neb. Blue Side.
One day last summer mamma, my sis
ter and I went to town. As we were
coming home and were about a mile from
home I notloed a little squirrel behind
the buggy. Mamma got out and tt came
up to her and aat on her shoulder.
Mamma got in again and wo started
home. The squirrel sat on our laps and
ate candy, nuts and cookies all the way
home.. We put it in the house. It ran
around and had a-very good time in Its
new home. It sat In the window and
ate all it liked; It would take plums and
other things from our hand. Wa had It
In the house four1 weeks. It had been
out of the house several times, but we
had to watch the dogs In fear they would
kill it It would never run away. But
one day It went out without an Invita
tion and one of the dogs killed It We
ware all very sorry about It. but It eould
not be helped. My sister and I put It
la a little box and burled tt X had a
nice, smooth stone on which I wrote its
name and the day it. was killed. It Is
still there, but the gentle snowf lakes
have gently covered tt Ws new have
some other tame squirrels In a cage
which we feed and water and ears for
very much. And Z feed the wild ones
which aro In the grove,
I am a new Busy Bes and would like
to Join the Blue Bide.
Life of Villag People.
By Helen Zeplin. Aged 11 Years. West
Point, Neb. Blue Side.
Many years ago there Uved la a small
village In our country some poor people
In a little cottage. It waa made of
rough boards. They had a small curly
dog. The barn was m crude log struc
ture. The manger was made of twigs,
woven together. The lantern was hang
ing on a nail upon the wall. They had
two beautiful curly-headed children.
They carried water to the bam In a
rusted pall. There were very lew win
dows In the barn. The dog waa very
clever and would follow wherever they
would go. They did not have very many
playthings, but they amused thsmselves
among the beautiful fields and trees.
They wahdered about and foUowed the
small, sparkling brook. In the evening
they sat by the fireplace and told stories
of long ago about the Pilgrims and the
friendly Indians. ,
Squirrel is Little Visitor.
By Mildred Msneon. Aged 11 Tears, Ew
lng. Nob. Rod Side.
Last winter it was awfully cold out. but
the squirrels were playing about In the
trees, and were having great fun. There
was one little squirrel that was pretty
tame, and when he got hungry he would
climb down from his tree and run to the
cellar door under the house. There wss
a box of nuts under the house and he
would take a nut, one by one. and take
It up the tree to hla nest We would stsnd
In the window and watch our little visitor
carry nuts to his nest in the tree. Then
one dsy papa boarded the door shut and
the squirrel could not get any more nuts.
For two or three days the little visitor
would come back for more nuts, but after
a while he stopped coming for the nuts be
cause he knew be could not get any
more.
Has Gentle Pony.
By Robert Campbell. Age Years, Mal
vern, la. Blue Side.
I have one brother and two ulsters.
I am the youngest one of our family. I
go to school snd am In the second grade.
My teacher's name la Miss Huntsr. Our
papa takes ua to school in the bobsled
and we have great fun going to and from
school. My brother takes hla sled to
school and we go coasting.
I will now tell you of a little pony
we had last summer. Its name was Bus
ter. When we first got him he would
buck, but we soon got him gentle enough
to ride. One day I rode him up onto our
porch, which is three steps high. He
would take sugar from our bands. Well,
I hope Mr. Wastehasket is gone on an
errand. I will write again.
Baises Horses and Cattle.
By Ally Hepner, Aged IS Years. Fuller
ton, Neb. Blue Sldo.
I have two sisters younger than I. We
live on a farm between the Loup and
Cedar rivers at the edge of Fullertoo. We
have eight blocka to go to school, but in
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Stories of Nebraska History
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(By special permission of tne author.
The Bee wlil puhllnh charters from the
llietorv ot Nebraska, by A. K. tiheldon,
from week to week.)
Story of the Poncas
(Continued from Last Sunday.)
The order was given to remove the
Ponca Indiana "with their consent'' from
their old home to the Indian Territory.
An agent came to the Poncas and told
them that they muat send their chiefs
with him to the new place to pick out
a home. Standing Bear and nine other
chiefs went. They did not like the land
and would not select a place. They aald
to him: "The water Is bad. We
cannot live here." The agent told them
that they must pick out a plsre for the
tribe or he would nut take them home.
They refused. He left them there a
thousand miles from their Nebraska
home In the winter with no money.
Standing Bear told this story:
"We started home on foot. At night
we slept In haystacks. We hardly lived
until morning. It was so cold. We had
nothing but our blankets. We took the
ears of corn that had dried In the fields.
We ate It raw. The solea of our moccas
ins were out. We were barefoot In the
snow. We were nearly dead when we
reached the Otoe reservation In Ne
braska. It had been fifty days. We
stsyed there ten days to get strong and
the Otoes gave each of tis a pony. The
agent for the Otoea said he had a tele
gram that the chiefs had run away, not
to give us food or shelter or any help."
The Otoe agent afterward "said when
the Ponca chiefs came Into his office
they left the prints or their feet Jn blood
upon the floor.
When the chiefs reached their own
homes at the mouth of the Niobrara they
found there the agent who had left them
In the Indian Territory. He had soldiers
with him and was making the Ponca
people pack up their goods In order to
start for the new country. The soldiers
put the women and children into wagons
with what few things they ootid csrry
and started the teams for Indlsn Terr!
eory. This waa on May Zl, 1KTT.
It waa very rainy that spring. The
Poncas were sad and heart-broken at
leaving their nld Nebraska homes. Some
of them were sick. Tralrle Flower, a
daughter of Standing Bear and wife of
Shines White, died of consumption at
Mllford, Neb., and was buried there.
The women of the village dressed the
body for the grave and brought flowers.
The Indians were deeply affected by this
kindness, lghny children died aa the
trib moved aouth across Neorasxa and
Kan st a A tornado upset their wagons.
Part of the time they were out of food.
tha winter when ths snow Is very deep
papa takes us with a team. We raise
horses, cows, pigs and ohickena. Last
year we raised four colts, three calves,
seventy. five pigs and S00 chickens. This
la my first letter to the Busy Bees and I
hope to see tt In print . If Mr. Waste
Basket la out calling I will write again.
Visit to Kehraska.
By Fern Hall. Are 7 Tears. ' Malvern,
la. Blue Side.
X have ens sister and three brothers
and we live on a farm alx miles from
town. Ws live a mile and three-quarters
from school. I would like to Join
ths Busy Bee club on ths Blue Side, as
that Is my favorite color. J like to read
the letter from the children, and now
for my story. A year ago last fall my
mamma, papa and my little brother and
I went to Hebron to visit my aunts,
unoleg and grandpa. Wo had a fine time
while there playing with my little
cousins. Ws started one day and got
there ths next about noon. Ws stayed
about two weeks. If this escapes the
waatebaskat I will writs egala about our
pets.
Story of Violet
By LiUle Votava. Aged IS Years. Bd-
noim, rueo. tit ue iae.
This Is my first story ana I will join
the Blue Bide. I am going to writs a
story about a violet X am a violet My
color is dark blue. X Uvs la a beau
tiful home and a happy family takes
care of me. X have a strong smell. They
can smell me all over the room. They
put me on ths window shelf with soms
other flowers, every night they put me
away from the window so X wouldn't
freese. One day they forgot to take me
down and I frose a Uttle, ao the next
day X did not smell bo nice. But after
a while I got back my amelt and always
after that they put me away from the
window at night My story Is getting
pretty tong, so good-bye, dear Busy Bee.
LittleKittens.
Bv Irene Sutherland, A'ged Years. Elm
wood, Neb. Red Side.
One day last summer I went down to
the barn to play wltu my kitten, named
White Tips. It was a cute little kitten
and I liked to play with It very much.
My brother. Max, had a little kitten
named Blackle and tt was all black.
There were four of them and there were
Doctor Says Nuxated Iron Will
Increase Strength of Delicate
People 200 in Ten Days
Xa saaay iaeiaanoe laroaa have saf
teres untold agomy for years dootorlag
far aerveas weakness, etosoaoa, liver or
Aldaey disease or some otker aibneat
vim taai real trouble was leek of boa
la toe kiooe Vow to
Mew Talk,
M. T. l a meat
tliiiiua Dr. a
list, it tate el atkt: If rwt vera
le BMke aa actual kleee Uat oa all aaae! wee
era III r veula srobaMr ka eraetlr fenlaheS
at tas euMSlasly las auaibtr leak Iras
as ee are Ul lav as sUar leasoa tkaa tas lajk
H Iraa. Tto mtmn brae aeeeius ail their
amltjtusa or tanmi si Imwiil. Wltk-
jt Ires tas Mood at eaat laaaa (as searar te
ahaat lead tat living tlaaae aa4 tkaeataia aeta
ta you aat aaa res ear gaaS; rae Saa't gat (he
streagtS aet H. Tatar far staraly aaaaaa
taraugk rear natal like ears Uraesn
a anil wits tka railee) aa Ma aaajt tkaa
Ua ailU aaa't grtaA. as a festilt tkle aaaUaa-
eas teloos aaS aarve samiloa, saaela
seawall waakeaeS, aanaai aa4 all n
aS traqaaetkr eetelee ail aorta ef eaaSMIaae. Ore
(la las tkia: asataar Is laiSiail via aSaaltfca
aui eoaae are aa nit tear eae hareUr walk;
aaaM thlak tkay ease Srapaaata. klae ar Uvar
aeaabla: aaaa aaa't eleae at aiskt. ataer are
eleepr aa Ufa4 all Sar; soeas ar aaS tmufcle:
eoaae atlas? sag Maedleea, aa ail task shjateei
la sack aw. K la versa
ta take auvalatlas aaattalaes er
aaeaaU Sraas, vafefe eair vat e saar tasaial
vital posers far tha aaoaiaot. aura at tka ex
pense e( yetf Uie ietfr aa e statu vast aas
BHSX.D02T
One Indlnn became Insane and tried to
Mil White F.agle, a chief, for letting so
much trouhlo come upon his people.
At the end of s throe months' Journey
the tribe reached the Indian Territory.
They had left dry log cabin homes, their
own plowed field and beautiful clear
Mowing streams snd springs. In ths
new lnnd they were set down on un
broken prairies with nothing but their
wskoiis and tents. The water was very
lnd. All their cattle and many of their
horeea died. The people were homesick
and their he.irts were breaking. They
taUed all the time of their beautiful
home In Nebraska. The first winter 1S1
out of 7M died.
Hlnndlng Henr's son was smong those
who died, lleforej his death he begged
hla fntlicr to take' hla body to Nebraska
and bury It there. In midwinter Stand
ing Rear and thirty of hla band broke
away from the Indian Territory and set
out for Nebraska, carrying the body -
the dead young man. They had a long,
hard Journey of three months and
reached the reaerx-atlon of their friends,
i he Omaha, In the esrly spring. The
Omaha gave them some land to put into
crppti. While they were plowing It the
I'nlted Slates soldiers csme and put
thorn under arrest. They had ordera to
carry them back to the Indian Territory.
The story of their arrest was printed
In the newepspers and friends In Omaha
csme to their aid. Dr. Oeorge L. MBIler.
editor of the Herald, took up their cause.
Two leading Iswyere John L Webster
and Andrew J. Poppleton-efended them
without psy. There waa a trial In the
I'nlted States court at Omaha. Standing
Bear made a speech to the court through
an Interpreter, which touched all hearts.
Judge Dundy decided that Standing Bear
and hla band should be set free. There
was great rejoicing In ths hearts of the
Indiana and their friends.'
After they were set free by Judge
Dundy, Standing Bear and his party set
tled on an Island In the Niobrara river
which wss part of their old reservation
snd had been overlooked when the
t'nlted States gave their old country to
the Sioux. Hers they were Joined by
others from the Indian Territory until
they numbered ISO. White friends fur
nished them tools and they began to
farm again. Standing Bear waa called to
go east snd tell the Indians' story to
great audiences. In peace was msda
between the Sioux and Ponca tribes snd
the Sioux gave hark to the Poncaa part
of their old lands on the Niobrara. About
one-third of the tribe came back, the re
mainder ataylng in the Indian Territory,
standing Bear lived to an old age and
died at hla home on the Nloorara on
September S, 190.
three black and one gray. They would
play with a string or a spool of yam.
We all were very proud of them and wo
feed them milk every day.
. Lucy's Birthday,
By Mary Fischer. Aged 10 Years. sflOl
Lafayette Avenue, Omaha. Red Side.
"It will soon be my birthday," . said
Lucy, one day, "an may I have sj
party for my cousins and little May?"
Her mother smiled and aald. "I'll see,
but now you must not bother me, for you)
see I'm aa busy as a tee."
But when Uttle Lucy's birthday 'cams
her grandma and grandpa came walking
up ths lane, and all her cousins, too,
came and said: "How do you do.'"
"Happy blrtnday!" were the worda of
everyone except little Lucy. She said
"Thank you" to everyone that came.
Raises Chickens.
By Michael Olblln. Aged S Years. Omaha.
Blue Side.
This story Is about our chickens. W
hava ten hens. We get one and two egg
a day. I throw a half of aa apple to
the chicken pen and they will maka a
noise and call the other hens, and they
will pick at It
Writes forFirst Time.
By Eugenlo Skutt Aged t Years, Clarke,
Nsb. Blue Side.
I am going to be one of your Busy
Bees. I would like to Join the Blue Bide.
Thla la the first time X have written. My
teacher's name is Miss Sutten. I am in
the Fourth grade and I am t yeara old.
I hope thla letter will not reach Mr.
Waste Basket Qood-Dye.
WRESTLING TO BE UNDER .
STATE CONTROL IN GOTHAM
Wrestling may be placed under state
control In New York. A bill Is being
prepared for Introduction In the lower
house of the legislature, which would
put wrestling under the supervision of
the Btate Athletio commJaalou. Tha In
crease of fake wrestlers under suchj
namea aa "The Terrible Turk" and "Tha
Mighty Russian Hear." demands state
supervision, say those who are behind
the bill.
ea lei la pee. If re aea aat aUveg aae vail yea
eve It to reuraalf to suka tas ailowlia tost. Saa
hav long ro saa varfc ar kav far yaaj aaa vaJh
vukeut eaoonlag tlraa. Next take tv ne-rala
Ubleta at art I a it auutog Iraa tkrae tlawa ear
day after asaaJa far twa veeka. Tkaa tost rmra
atreagtk aaala aa4 aaa far reuiaalt aw stack ai
galaae. I hate aaaa a maa ST aniiaa raa
exva aaaela vae vara alHag all the ttakt SewMe,
aa area triple their atraaatk aaS eat'
eeUrelr gat rM at their araiptaau ar
Uvar and other trvaslaa la troei Ua to
ears' Hate euaplr V toktag tne la tha araparl
fara. aaa thla soar tfear had ta eene
eauaortas tt atauitai vtlhout abtalalue ear aaua
nu Taw aaa talk aa ro slaaaa eoattt all ihel
vonOare vrouaht br nav raraaaiaa, bet atol rai
eetna owa ta hard laola laara la awhlna lia
wa ! Iran to pal wior la rur aaaaaa aaa
saoe aoun4. haaltkr tlaah aa rr boaaa. It tat
ea a area aarve ana ataatack atraaaikaaar aaa
tka haat blood bulldar la tha voria. Tka eair
traable waa liiat the ole forma af laerawal Iroa
Uaa ttaaiure a Irou, iraa aaetale. eta., atton
rulaaS peopla'a tealk. upaet taalr alanoha til 41
vara sot aaaimiiatea aad loe taaaa riainn thart
traauabi'r a aiora harm tha sel Sat vuhl
tka Otaeowr of tha mow forua W ansuto troaJ
all Uila kaa baea eraraaraa. Ntuatea Iraa) tarl
aiaupla, la phaaac to taka. Seaa aat Inlive thai
aanr. aaa la aiaiaat tatateaiatair aaaanelaJ.
MOTO Tha raaauranturara ut Naiata Iraa Beaat
wwa anwunwa aoanoaaua ia ua aaaaasf that
mwr aumnriM cne aaaituaaamaat trjaa thar tl1
d.rf.lt Ilia) no to ear Chartubla Inaututtaej II tkr'
cmnixH taa ur mM ar voraea aaoar atatr ki
larka Iroa Bd ItrrMa tkrtr atranrth las par aaatl
or ear la lour weane I lata. rtaa Oaap hl
aa eartoua eraaalt trouble. Alaa the- anil rar
raur aioaer la aay aaaa la valet w nrt Irua!
aoae aot at leaat eoubto par auaaath ta toai
rWra lira. It la lapiua4 ta thla alur be SHa7
mi uraamaaii 'rug axoraa aa4 all Khar Sra-
aiata. A a srUaaauat.
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