THE OMAHA SUNDAY BEE: DECEMBER ' 17, 1916.
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Th Busy Bees
GHRISTMAS ia almost herso, if you listen hard enough, Busy Bees,
perhaps you will hear the tinkle of Santa's sleigh bells far off in the
distance,. While listening is permissible, be sure you do not look,
fox Old Santa dislikes to be seen on hissannual Christmas rounds.
They tell me little boys and girls ate apt to be on their good
behavior about this time of the year because of the expected visit of
Santa Claus. I am sure their motives are not altogether selfish, I like better
to believe it is the Christmastide spirit which prompts it. .,.:'
Wouldn't it give' each Wisy Bee a great deal of satisfaction to know of
some good deed they had performed; some happiness they had brought to
some child less fortunate than themselves, perhaps; something they could
recall on Christmas day in the midst of their happiness? f am sure it would,
so I suggest that each boy and girl consider carefully each member of. their
family, each playmate and schoolmate and think of some little kindness you
can do for them. The Busy Bee editor guarantees that such a satisfied feeling
will envelop your heart as you have few times experienced. It will be ample
reward for any inconvenience or extra effort to which you may put yourself.
Christmas stories for the special prize book will be received until tomor
row or the next day. The prize winner will be announced next Sunday, The
following Sunday the names of the new king and queen of .the Busy Bee
kingdom will be published,
Emma 'Hiebert of the Red Side wins the prize book this-week. Florence
Seward of the BIu eSide and Henry Tuma of the Red Side won Honorable
Mention.;-. - . - ,. v ...
Little Stories
(Prize Stor)
Turkey Loses Head. .
y tmma Hiebert, Aged u icars,
Hampton. .Web. K. o. Keel aide.
' I will tell you a story about my
self. First I was hatched out of a
turkey, egg. One day a little girl
came and took me. . She kept me in
the house until I was quite big. Then
she let me go outdoors. At night I
slept on tops of trees and straw
stacks. I grew up very fast.
One day I heard the little girl say
something about Thanksgiving. She
said she would have turkey, pumpkin
- pie', cranberTtes and other good things
to eat. And then she looked at me.
I wondered what it meant." .
After a wliile a little boy and girl
came out with jk hatchet. The little
girl caught me.' I knew then what
it all meant. 1 did not have time to
hide then. Thc little boy chopped off
my head. I do not know what hap
pened after that. That was the end of
my life. I made this story up. I
hope my letter will be in print. I will
write again. " I read the stories every
Monday.' I like to read them. . I think
they, are all fine. -.
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(Honorable Mention.)
. Fleecy. .
By Florence Seward, Aged 10S Years,
1634 Victor Avenue, Omaha, Neb.
'. ,,- . Blue Side. j .
I have not told you for aJong time
bout Fleecy, 'so now I will. We
are all ver fond- of her, -.' Whenever
we give her some meat my-sister will
say, Apk tor it like a good girl.
Then she will stand on her hind feet
and get it. Whenever she wants out
she will run up and rub on you, then
she will run to the door. When she
wants in she will jump up on the win-dow-sill
and cry, -
I have a little bird that I got from
Burgess-Nash company and I have
lots of fun with her. I will speak like
a bird and she will jump up, thinking
a bird is near.
W. or. anin. t mnv, in a f days.
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As all Busy Bees are usually fond of
animal or bird stories I wrote this
'one.f I thought it would please you.
I hope Mr. Waste Paper Basket is
busy at dinner so he won't get my
letter. .- .. . -'- . ', . .. -
:' , (Honorable Mention.) -,V;V
A Narrow Escape. -'
By Henry Tuma, Aged 7 Years, Elba,
v - Neb., Box 74. Red Side. -;
When I-was 3-years old, one day in
winter my hrother and sister thought
they would skate in the tank, for the
water was frozen.' So they got on
the ice. I thought I would go, too.
When I got on my sister jumped and
the ice broke through, and, of course,
my sister and brother were older than
1 r ihev lumned out. but my sister
had to get into the tank after me for
I could not get out. She was not i
strong enough to pult me out, so my
brother William had to help her ge.t
me out of the tank, and just as soon
as they got me out they took me to
the house. I nis is a true story,
:-1 Buster Must Stay at Home.
-': . . By Willie Poland. : ih
' Buster is a lame liver-colored doe.
He is of no particular breed, al
though h looks as if his ancestors
had been hunting dogs. He is very
affectionate with those he likes and
is very cross toward those he does
vnot like. Autonomies seem to arouse
his anger, because he was nearly run
over one dav byva delivery truck.
, He is a fine watch dog and can hear
tha faintest sound outside of a house.
His owners moved a few months ago
to a house about half a mile away;
but that did not prevent Buster vis
itimr several houses in the old
'neighborhood where he had been in
. the habit of calling for something to
eat. His habit is to scratch at the
kitchen door and as a rule he would
be' let iiv and given something . to
eat. As a rule het calls shortly after
supper 'time, when Jie thinks there
.are some scraps of meat or bones.
The other evening he scratched at
the door of one of his friends lit the
, j . t L t .1
iyoman opened' the door and ! ad
mitted him, she found a note fastened
i with a small ribbon to the collar. She
read the note and what do you sup
pose the ' message saidf It was:
"Please don t keep the dog all night.
He has a place to stay at home: The
Owner." Under that message another
woman had written this line: Not
guilty. He has just left."- - Then
the : second woman added another
message, saying tnat sne, too, had
just started Buster, home. I suppose
Buster made tne rounds ana at eacn
place something had been added to
the -note, until by ,tne time ne re
turned home for the night the owner
had quite a few answers to read. One
woman wrote: "Why don't you feed
your dog? He- begs for food at our
house every day." '
Evidently somebody bad been keep
ing Buster all night, thinking the dog
did not have any regular home and
because he liked to stay. But I don't
suppose anybody would keep an
other's dog if they thought the ani
mal had a comfortable hornet It
would not bt right, would it? '
Three Little Ducks.
By Dora Hiebert, Aged 6, Route -3,
Himnlnn. Nph. RfH SiAr
One day an old hen was setting in
the, barn, when peep, peep, a little
girl came to look.- There were three
little ducks, all yelo with black
i atnnes on tneir oacKs. ane ran in
by Little Folk
mother They put them in a box
behind the stove. They grew very
fast. At last she put them out of
doors. They grew, up tooe big
ducks. When one day the old wom
an came and cut one duck's head off.
It was picked and cooked for Christ
mas dinner. The children ate like
they had never tasted duck before.
Naughty John.
By Hildur Lundburg, Aged 12 Years,
Wakefield, Neb. Blue Side.
John was verv mean in school. His
teacher scoldedOiim, but scolding didJ
no good. His teacher made him stay
after school for being mean. As he
walked1 home that night he was very
angry and said to himself, "Til not
go school tomorrow. I'll say I have
a headache and then I won't have to
go." .-'
He arrived home as his sister came
out, to meet him. "Will you go with
me 'over to Martha's tonight," said his
sister, kindly. ,, . ,.
' "No, I'll not. Tve'got a -headache
and I can't go tonight;" said John.
"Oh, please," . pleaded his sister.
"You know that I want you to." .':
. John was very angry irrd. went off
to his room and left her standing
there with tears in her tycs. , u
Their mother overheard the conver
sation and came in, saying,' "Never
mind, .dear, I'll go with you." Mary
got ready quickly and they started off.
In the njght, as they arrived home,
Mary- told- her brother allabout the
good time she had. J. 1 1 i "-.
"Oh," said John to himself, "I wish
I liad gone along," but it was too late.
It taught him a lesson. Goodbye, Busy
Bees, till I write again; ' .
A Newsboy's Reward. "V '
By Faye Hurbert, Age 12, Oakland,
Neb. Blue Side.
Nod was Veiling papers in New
York, right Hear the bank. How he
wished he could sell enough -papers
"u" " l"C .W" P" tUrK'y
j : il. i i -.; . . .
w nis little brother s and his moth
ers dinner. He was trying to think
of a plan, but none came to his mind.
He- only had 65 cents. How could
nc get enough to buy a turkey, po
tatoes, celery and many good things
he longed to buy? ...... , , -
As -he was going by Mr." J.. E.
Hartih's house he noticed that it was
all confusion. He asked what was
the matter. Mr.- Hartin said that
Grace, his little daughter, aged 3,
had left- the house about 9 o'clock to
go out and play and they had not
seen anything of her since. Ned felt
very sorry for Mr. Hartirr and. he
said he would fry and find Grace.
He had to go on an errand for his
mother quite a distance out of town.
He was just about out there when
who should be see but Grace, walk
ing with a peddler who had a
monkey and a music box, and that
was what attracted Grace's attention.
Ned told Grace, that her father was
looking for her and he took her by
the hand and led her back to town.
Mr. Hartin was overjoyed at his
daughter's return. He told Ned his
mother and his little brother must
come over for dinner; and after din
ner they would go out in the car
and get some walnuts and then they
would take them over to Ned's
house. - Ned-was very happy and he
ran home and told his mother.
''..TManksgiving Day.
By Glee Gardner, Benson Neb,,, Age
- 7 - 14. Blue Side. -The
wind '-howled dismally about
the trees and swept the -dead leaves
off the ground, -only to settle them
in some one's else yard. It seemed
as if it moaned and sighed but we
cared not for that because this was
Thanksgiving night and inside, every
thing' was bright and warm. Our
fire was burning brightly while the
fragaut smell of goose burief in
dressing came out of the cozy kitchen.
My sister and I were cracking nuts
and my kitten: was rolling a ball
about the floor, mewing joyfully.
The tajble was spread and soon- our
goose and two little chickens came on
with celery, apple saucer ' pickles,
plum pudding, pumpkin pie and all
the other good things which come
with a Thanksgiving dinner were
eaten somehow. After durher I helped
mother with the dishes and then sat
down to rest. I thought of the poor
peasants of Russia, Holland, Belgium
and all those foreign countries and
a pang of regret came over me be
cause! had not done one thing tp
help the sufferers; but one thing re
mained to comfort me. I hacy hunted
up a lot of clothes and some things
to eat and gave them to the church
and school to give to the poor people
of Benson. When' I went to bed that
night I prayed that everyone might
have been as happy as-I and I was
thankful that I had a good father and
mother and a. igood home.
A Pleasant Holiday. ",
By Ethel Kudrna, Aged 9, Bee, Neb.
' r Red Side. -' .
Thanksgiving day we spent at my
grandmother's. . We went in our car,
and got there about 11:30. We ate
dinner in a little while. For dinner
we had turkey with dressing. My
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. BUSY BEES.,
Here is little Jane Franke, kinder-
gartner at Farnam school, who likes,
to have her mamma read the Busy
Bee stories for her, Jane's daddy is
the manager of the municipal Audi
torium who has been trying to book
fine musical attractions "for Omahans
at just as low an admission price as
he positively can. ; -v
Maybe when Jane grows up she
will profit by her daddy's experiences
and launch ioto the field of trie book
ing agent. They say it is one of the
new lines .of work in which women
are scorincr bis successes.
Little Jane was born in St, Louis,
but she likes Umha ever so much.
and says sne is glad ner parents
moved to this city.
Uncle Ben, Uncle Charles,- Aunt
Louise and grandmother' were also
present. I hope all th 'Busy Bees
had a pleasant .Thanksgiving.
V "An Orchard Ramble.
By Margaret I Li" Crosby, Aged 14
Year, Sutherland, Neb. Blue Side.
ALitllc sister slid I were rambling
through the QTchard and picking a
few apples as we' went along. The
shepherd dog Villia was with us. Soon
little sister screamed out in an excit
ing voice,-MOI -Margaret,' see,' Villia
has a little birdie.'1 Please take it away
from him 'before he'kills it.'! ' ' '
I ran with all my might to see the
bird, but it was no hirdt but a little
fuzzv bunnie. Villia had not hurt it
at all, but was rolling'it gently as he
did the little kittens at home.
We strolled on a little farther and
out of a tree flew a turtle dove. She
flew crippling and fluttering on the
ground as though she were badly hurt.
Little sister crted out, 'Ol, let's catch
the poor crippled birdie. It can't
walk. She ran after it, but she found
that she was the mother bird only
decoying us away from her nest In
hr nest was a lonely bird just ready
toieave its nest. , , , 1
A little farther on was another nest
with two of the sweetest downy turtle
doves you ever saw. By this time we
were to the end of the orchard and
little sister had the little bunnie
snuggled closely in her apron. We
took it in the house and fed it milk,
then put it in a basket where in the
morning we thought surely it would
be there, butlo and behold, it was, not
there. It bad got out of the basket
and was running about the house,
- We never saw a thjng of it again
until the next evening when we were
-
talking and reading and out jumped
the bunnie. I thought it was a rat,
but I caught it and how it did squeal.
We fed it and O how hungry it was.
After we had fed it we took a much
taller basket with only smalt holes
at the top, and thought never in the
world would it get out, but before we
were in bed it jumped out through one
of the holes and we didn't see it again
until the next evening, when it came
out at the same time as before. For
weeks it did this until at last it grew
so big that it could not be left in the
house any longer. ' We hated to turn
it out, but we had to, so we put it in
with the tame rabbits. The mother
rabbit mothered it and claimed it as if
it were her own. . ,
jf William Cullen Bryant, -; '
By William Sudman, Age 9. Sarben,
Neb. Red Side.
William Cullen Bryan, a poet and
journalist, was born at Cunningham,
Mass., November 3, 1794, When only
8 years of ag he began to write
verses. ' He was educated at New
Brookfield and Plainfield, Mass., and
at Williams college, but left school in
1812 to study law. In. 1815 he was
admitted to practice law any time he
wished. His first work entitled, "The
Advance of Knowledge," was pub
lished in 1805 in' the Hampshire Ga
zette.,' ' ' '" ':;..
Mr. Bryant made a number of visits
to Europe for the study-of language
and literature. His ; foreign letters,
written while abroad, were read with
much interest by the American peo
pie. They were known as "Letters
j"' lr"velr intt. Vetle ,ro.m
uii, nuu uui Luuuii its, uuiii will
ten while on foreign tours. Mr. Bry
ant would make speeches when the
; people were erecting monuments and
statues tor great mtn.'. v7-, .
Some of Bryant's best works are,
"Thanatopsis," "To a Water Fowl,"
and "The Death of the Flowers." He
possessed facility of speech and deliv
ered, many impressive public ad
dresses, including tliose at the ban
quet of Kossuth, at the Burns Centen
nial and at the Schiller festivities, i-
Mr. Bryant was a poet of nature.
His verse overflowed with the religion
of the woods and his prose is touched
with an exquisite'grace. '
, Mr. Bryant ranks with Longfellow
and Poe as a poet.. His last public
address was delivered at the unveiling
of the statue of Guiseppe Mazzino in
Central park, New York City, May
28, ,1878, where he was overcome by
the' heat and greatly injured and
from Which he never recovered. Mr.
Bryant lied in New York City, June
12, J878.. ..;, ; ; ,, . sv
, ' , My Pet Duck, o
By Max' Brasch,. Aged 10 Years,
s ' 3527 Madison Street, Omaha, '
. "' .. ' Neb. Blue Side...
l ' - . a ' i ' t wmy, uui iwary said, 1 am going
1 have an Indian runner duck. Heione way and you g0 the other." "But
is my -pet. He looks like a goose
from far off. He always follows me
when I am in the back yard. When
I am coming to feed him and the
other ducks and chickens he is stand
ing back of the gate and sometimes
he. won't go away. I have to throw
some corn so they will run away front
the gate. He Tikes cracked corn the
best.- Sometimes when he tfres me he
comes wabbling up the yard. He is
very tame. He eats out of my hand.
I am very fond of him.' ;
- This is my first letter. I hope to
see it in print. ",.,,' .:
"'I School Days. ' .
By Jeannette Marie Oliphant, Aged
11 Years, 402 Garfield Avenue,
Hastings, Neb. Blue Side. ;
' I suppose ali Busy Bees are going
to school nowadays. Some children
like to go, but some don't. I like .to
go to school.. The first thing in the
morninsr we have sinorinir. next oen
mansfiip, spelling, reading or history,
language, and then we study geogra
phy for the afternoon. After dinner !
we recite our geography, ltien we I
have arithmetic and spelling again
We had tests this morning, because it
is the first quarter of the year, which
is eight weeks. The first test was
spelling and then geography. I think
we will have our other tests in the
morning or afternoon. Our singing
teacher, Miss Spaulding, .is trying to
make the boys of our room sing
soprano, she said they sing all kinds
of tunes. , I am very much interested
in music. On Hallowe'en we did not
have a holiday. The leather said the
only vacation or holidays are on
Thanksgiving and Christmas. Recess,
we girls get the ball and bat and play
base ball. We Jiave minr nthr
i kinds of balls, such s basket ball,
toot can, volley hall, and many other
things. -We also have teeter-totters
and swings and trapeze. We also have
a giant swings We have physiology.
Mr. Stephens is our director. I am
in the the fiifthA. I go to theMJncoln
school. Our banners are gold and
purple. I think they are very pretty
colors., ......
' James Repentance. '
By Marie Rubeck, Aged 12, Wake
:, field, .Neb.- Blue Side.
James had been a very bad boy
in school. His teacher had scolded
him in. school and he" was very
angry. As he went home from
school he wouldn't notice anyone.
When he arrived home he looked
very cross and when ' his little
brother said, "Come, James, and play
with me," he" responded angrily, "No,
I don't want to play with you." And
babie fell to the floor with a thud.
As James went up the hall he turned
as he heard a cry of pain and saw
his mpther, pick baby, up from the
floor. t, i .
.", But James paid no attention to" it
and went on to his. room. Before
long he head the telephone bell ring,
but little did he heed it. until about
ten minutes later when he saw from
his window Doctor Bangs coming up
the walk as fast as he could. ' -
James was aroused at once.
James," called, his mother,' "come
here instantly." James went. "You
must take this bottle to the drug!
srore ano nave if tilled. As James
hurried along he resolVed" never to
be cross to his brother again. Good
bye, dear Busy Bees, until I write
again, - j ... t . , ;;.,.,
" Searching for Gold.
By Tenichi Hiebert, Aged 11, Route
.3, Hampton, Neb, Red Side.
Once upon a time there were two
little girls. Their names we,re May
and Mary, both good .looking. They
were about 10 years of age. They
f ad often heard people say that
here was gold at both ends of a
rainbow. One day they saw a rain
bow. They were going to find the
gold. ' At first they were both going
one way, but Mary said, "I am going
I shall miss vou. Mar v." said Mav.
Then Mary said, "I don't want to see
you any more." "But," said May, "you
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must go to the end of the rainbow."
"1 will," said Mary, Mary was not
telling the truth. So they started off,
"Bood-bye, Mary," said . May. But
Mary said nothing. Mary stayed in
the same place till she was grown,
then got married. May, nearly dy
ing, was found by a good woman,
who cared for her. May told the
good woman about Mary. May lived
happy after that. I will say good
bye, t
Elsie's Christmas Present.
By Bridget Pawloski, Aged 9 Years,
( Farwell, Neb. Blue Side. f
Elsie was a little girl. She had a
father, but no mother. When her
father went to work he left her alone
with a tittle brown puppy named
Buster, One day when her father
came from work she said, "Father,
do you think Santa Claus will remem
ber me? Her father said, "No, 1 have
not enough money,. I have to save
money for things to eat."
i After Elsie's father left for work
she kept 'thinking it over and oyer.
Then she said, "If Santa only knew
how lonesome I am and only have a
little dog and a dog only can wag his
tail and bark." ,
When Christmas eve came she hung
up her stockings, but in the morning,
to her surprise, her stockings were
empty. She took down her stockings,
but something was at the bottom of
yone stocking. She put her hand in and
telt something hard. As she pulled ner
hand put a little doll with black hair
and a yellow stress, blue slippers and
pink stockings was found. She then
was happy with her dollle and puppy.
Whenshe got tired playing with her
doll she sewed doll dresses. After
that she was never, so onesome.
'''' - Invited to Dinner.
By Henry Zelenka, Aged 10, 3527
. Madison St., Omaha, Blue Side.
Last year on Thanksgiving I was
invited to my aunt's house. ; We
played games until dinner time, Then
we went in to eat our dinner. We
had goose, and pumpkin -Trie, pota
toes, cake-, and cranberries.- We
played, after dinner, until 5 o'clock.
Then I had to go home. .
I go to Corrigan school. I am in
the fifth grade. This is the first
time I have written. I hope Mr.
Waste Basket is out for a walk when
my letter comes in. Good-bye; Busy
Bees;' -; .';":. ;;-..,.,
Small Boy's Christmas. -
By Walter Wiese, Age 14 Years, Ben
nington, Neb.. Red Side. ,
Once there was a little boy who
lived in the city of New. York. He
lived in a shabby old house in one
of the poorest streets. .His father
was dead and his mother was sick.
It was drawing Christmas time and
the little , boy felt sad ' because he
knew he would s get nothing for
Christmas. He would stand ' for
hours by the windows of -tlje stores
to look at the toys. One day as he
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was looking at the toys as usual a
man and a little girl came walking
by. The man said to the little girl,
"Stay here till I come back." When
the man came back out of the store
he found the boy who is the hero of-v
this story carrying the little girl out
of the street, where she had run. The
man then asked the boy where he
lived annd the little boy told him and
about his sick mother. The man felt
sorry for him and went to his house
and then took him and his mother
to his own house to live, for his wife
was dead. Here the boy and his
mother spent their Christmas and the
rest of their lives and were always
happy, for the man married the boy's
mother.-
Poem on Birds.
By Vera Lundberg. Wakefield,
Neb,
K. t. U. Age. 13. Blue Side.
Little birds, young and old,
Playing out in the cold;
Nellie will feed you every day, ,
If you do not fly away.
Little bjrdies, 'tis too cold, '
For you to feed here now, '
If you were just a bit more bold,
You Could tome into my house.
Good bye, dear Busy Bees, until I
write another poem or story.
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