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THE OMAHA SUNDAY BEE: DECEMBER 31. 1918.
The Busy Bees
Their Own Pagi
WHO DO YOU THINK arc the new King and Queen of the
Busy Bees? They arc Kugene Lawson and Florence Seward,
both of Omaha, who succeed Walter VViese of Bennington,
Nch.. and Ma nam Mo&her of Omaha as rulers of the Busy
Florence is perhaps the most frequent contributor to this
page. She is 10 years old and is already in the Fifth grade. Florence has
no mamma, we regret to say, her mother having passed away when Florence
was just a wee bit of a girl, but she and her daddy are great pals. In fact,
her papa took hear for a wonderful trip last summer, first to New York and
then to California, so Florence was able to see the l.'nited States from coast
to coast. This was a wonderful treat for so young a child, but Florence is
just the kind of little girl to have Rotten the most out of such a trip.
Eugene is a more recent addition to our staff of young writers and,
his mother believes, perhaps a permanent one. "F.ugenc likes to write and
he is very much interested in the newspapers. He is a keen observer and
a great reader,-' says his mother. Who knows but what Eugene may select
a newspaper career. Then some day he will apply to the managing editor
of The Bee for his first job. Of course that will be some years off, for
just now Fugcne is only 2 and is in the Seventh grade at Farnam school.
With two such capable rulers, the Busy Bee editor looks forward to
a most successful term of office for the next four months.
Augusta Stephens of Klmwood, Neb., Jtianita Pressley of Omaha and
Henry Schneider of Irving, Neb., arc othct Busy Bees whose names were
suggested for office.
Frank Dale was awarded the prize book this week. Honorable men
tion was awarded the stories of Kuth Harrison and Fverett Speed. All
three young people arc on the Red side, which shows that the Red side had i
its spirit aroused when the Blue side began capturing all notices.
New King and Queen of Busy Bees
Little Stories of Little Folk
Chased by Bull.
By Frank Dale Age ), 4807 Cass St.,
Omaha, Neb. Ked Side.
I have read the page of the Busy
Hecs quite a while, but this is my first
' letter. 1 go to the Dundee school
and am in the Fourth A grade. I have
a little sister. Her name is Natalie
My grandmother lives in the country
hack in New York state. I visit her
sometimes in the summer.
One day I was playing in the yard
and my uncle called me. He asked
me if I wanted to go and help him
herd the cattle. 1 here is a fine cold
spring at the top of the hill and a
rushing little brook runs through the
farm. We crossed the stream and
went up the steep hillside path. I was
wearing my red and blue overalls.
Suddenly I saw a big black and white
bull. He started to chase me, and 1
ran like a horse on a gallop. I didn't
stop till I was inside the cow pen. My
uncle had a good laugh' over my
By Ruth Harrison, Age 13, Ravenna,
Neb. Red Side.
We had all been wishing it would
get colder so that the ice would
freeze down by the mill. One morn
ing it was real cold and there was
just about a half fodt of snow on the
ground, and it was still snowing. Then
we knew that if the ice was good we
.could go skating after school.
We went after school and when we
got home it was real dark. I sup
posed it was about 8 o'clock.
Mamma and papa were gone and I
went in the house and, of course, went
straight for the kitchen to get some
thing to eat. When I was cutting
some bread papa and mamma returned
and asked me why I did not set the
table for the whole family, and I said
I supposed they had had their supper.
I went to look at the clock and it was
only 6 o'clock. I was so surprised I
nearly fell over.
The next night we had a skating
party and our whole room went. One
of the girls fell and hurt her head,
and then our teacher fell and we were
so scared we did not even help her
up, but just stood and looked at her.
One of the boys finally helped her up.
She was not hurt very much.
The skating has been just line for
about a week, only yesterday it melt
ed some and it was not so very good
in one place.
Saves His Master.
By Everett Speed, Age 10, 3819 Ar
bor St., Omaha. Red Side.
One day as little Fred was coming
home from school a snow storm came
up. It grew cold and Fred got tired
and fell asleep on the tracks.
Fred's dog would always come and
wait on the crossing for Fred. He
waited and waited but Fred did not
come. Rover heard the train com
ing and went up the tracks and there
he found Fred half froien to death.
Rover barked as the train drew
near and' the engineer slowed up and,
jumping out, picked Fred up. He got
him warm and the engineer told what
the dog did, and so Fred said that he
would get him a gold collar. The next
day Fred's father got Rover a gold
collar which had on it, "This collar
is for a brave deed."
partment, as I am very interested in
the stories written.
This is my first letter to the "Busy
Bees" and if I see this printed, which
1 hope it will be, I will write again.
Edith and the Doughnuts.
By Florence Browitt, Age 12, 1821
Fifth Ave , Kearney, Neb. Red Side.
One fine day in autumn F.dith
came running in and said, "Mamma,
will you and auntie make some
doughnuts?" Mamma said, "Yes." and
for her to run out and play till she
Out went Edith, full of excitement.
She never even once asked for a
doughnut. But the doughnuts were
made and dinner was ready. Edith
was listening close for the call.
Finally she heard someone call,
"Kdith!" She ran to the house and
was ready for dinner when her
mother said, "We will not have any
doughnuts for dinner." After dinner
Edith went out to play. Mamma and
aunty washed the dishes, cleaned the
house and were going to sit down a
few minutes, when Edith came in.
Edith couldn't stand it any longer, o
in she went where her mother was,
and said, "Mamma, can I have two
doughnuts?" Mamma said, "Yes, and
only two." Now Edith meant to take
only two, but they were so good.
First she looked around for the
doughnut can. There it was over in
the corner. Edith reached in. took
two, then four more, and still four
more. At last the lid went on, and
Edith came in with two doughnuts in
her hands. Mamma said, "Did you
only take two?" Edith said, "Ye-ye-yes."
"Now," said mamma, "you can
go out and play for a few minutes."
So Edith went.
It was time for supper now. Mam
ma and aunty set the table. They had
doughnuts. They called Edith and
then they sat down for supper. When
it was time to pass the doughnuts
mamma passed them to tdith. Edith
said, "I don't want any doughnuts."
i ney an looked at her so surprised
Then Edith said, "They don't taste
good." Every meal they passed the
doughnuts to Edith. It made her so
angry that she said, "I never will eat
$'- V Sid-
Tales of School
The "bestest" teacher in one of the
Omaha schools, where children of
foreign-born parents make up the
largest attendance, received two
Chrjstmas gifts from her pupils,
which she values hiehlv. hut
i therhy hang two tales.
Une ot the presents came bunched
up in a wrinkled piece of tissue paper.
It was a large sized man's handker
chief, correctly monogrammcd with
"teacher's" initial, but which on being
unfolded disclosed a goddly sized rent
in one corner.
"Of course, it's too sweet of Carl
to remember me on Christmas, hut I
have a horrible fear he snatched the
handkerchief off some hook, where it
was displayed during holiday season,"
wailed the nice young teacher.
The other present was a box of
stationery, which came unwrapped.
The writing paper was intact, but a
packet of envelopes was missing.
"'I hope you don't mind teacher,"
said the little urchin, who brought
the remembrance. "But we needed
some envelopes at home so I just
kept some of them."
is Rover. He is all white and very
pretty. He will shake handse and
play hide and go seek.
I have six kittens which are 1 week
old. One kitten is alt white and the
others are all black.
I hope Mr. W astcbasket is out sell
Trip to Camp Dodge.
By Enid Minick, Age 11, Hancock,
la. Red Side.
Last summer when my sister and
I were visiting my grandparents in
Des Moines we went out to Camp
Dodge, where all the soldiers were
who were going to fight in the late
war. It was ten miles from Des
Moines. The soldiers looked very
nice in their uniforms and I saw them
drilling in different ways. I also saw
their cannon. There were about 4,000
soldiers out there. They got over
400 pounds of canuy for the soldiers
and they had a large stand. They
were out in a field, and it was very
hot, for there were not many shade
There were many tents. There was
one in which they cooked, and one
Young Men's Christian Association
tent, and the band that we could
hear from where we were without
Our Trip to Colorado.
By Prances Schenk, Age 12,
Neb. Ked Side.
Last summer mamma, nana, mv
aunt, sister and I started to Colorado
in the auto quite early one August
morning. It was nice when we first
started out. We went through a
number of towns and we stopped to
get gasoline at one of the towns.
About noon we had dinner under some
trees. We enjoyed it Tjry much.
After dinner we went on, ever so far,
until supper time. Then we stopped
under some trees and papa dug i hole
in the ground and put some sticks in
it and put a link over it. We boiled
some coffee, fried eggs and bacon. We
had bread and pickles, too. At last
we went on till it got a bit dark. We
came to a little place we thought was
a town, so we drove in and stopped
at a store. We asked if it was a
town and were told it wasn't. It was
just a place they called Odessa. We
asked how far it was to the next
town and were told seven miles, so
we started on. Finallv we had a
puncture but we got to the next town
and stayed. all night there. We made
207 miles that day.
The next day we made over 230
miles and reached Colorado in two
I had much fun there. I rode horse
back with my cousin and it was the
first time I ever rode. I have lots of
relatives in Colorado and I visited
most of them. We stayed nearly two
weeks and then went home. I never
! saw so many things as I did out there.
sisters. We live on a 160-acre farm,
about one mile from town. I like to
live on a farm.
Our school is about half a mile in
the country. We have a foot ball
team and also a basket ball team at
our school. I like tatting and cro
cheting. Well, I will close and hope
Mr. Waste Taper Basket is out vis
iting. So goodhy, Busy Bees.
Santa Plays a Joke.
By Margaret L. 'Crosby, Aged 14
Years. Sutherland, Neb. Blue Side.
It was Christmas in a very large
city. In ine certain house were three
children, two girls and a boy. They
always thought that if they should
sit up and wait for Santa Claus they
would get many more toys.
This evening their parents had said
before retiring that they must go to
bed very early, because Santa might
not come if they didn't. But the chil
dren did not go to bed, but said,
"Mother does not know, she thinks
he won't come; but he will just the
same." So they waited very patiently
by the fireplace, but he didn't come.
When Santa drove up he saw these
bad children and said to himself. "I
will just turn back and this will play
a joke on the bad children." Then
as quick as a flash he turned and
When the father and mother arose
next morning and found their children
up yet they were very angry and said
that they must go to bed and stay
until noon. This seemed hard, but
they had to do it.
At noon they got up and went
downstairs just in time for dinner and
behold Santa had not even come yet.
This made the children very sad.
Later they went over to see if their
little neighbor friends had received
any gifts or whether Santa had for
When they got there they saw
through the window the three chil
dren playing with the most beautiful
toys any one could look upon. The
children walked in to see the good
fortune that had befallen them.
The neighbor children cried, "O,
did you get as many beautiful toys
as we?" The other children tearfully
said, "No, he has forgotten us this
time." "What! forgotten you? What
a shame and you were so good, too."
"Yes, he did, and we waited all night
long for his coming." "Oh, I see,"
said one of the neighbor children,
"you should have gone to bed like we
did, very early. Then he would have
come. 1 our staying up must nave i
surely been the cause of his not
coming." "Then," said the other chil
dren, "we shall know after this when
mother tells us to go to bed that we
must.. We will go home and go to
bed early tonight," they said sadly.
"Mother will perhaps forgive us."
When they went home their mother
had forgiven them gladly. They went
to bed very early, but Santa doesn't
come, you know, only on Christinas
eve, so these children didn't get ;iny
presents this year.
mother came. She said to me, "Con
honev, let's go home.
Mv cousin felt sorry because I w;
going home. I jumped in the car a."
called to Sabina, Good-hye tor Boi-Ap
Ins." She laughed and said, "Hello! 1
Harwell." J (
1 guess this is all for this time.
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His First Letter.
Kenneth Butler, Aged 10 Years,
Hnlhrnnk. N'eh. Red Side.
This is my first letter to the Busy
Bees and 1 wish to join the Red Side.
I am 10 vears old and live in Hol
brook, Neb. Wc have electric lights
here, which we just got lately. I
hope Mr. Waste Taper Basket is out
when my letter arrives.
gives presents and everyone is hanpy
at this time. Before Christ they
counted the years, then after Christ
was born they started over again. It
has been 1,916 years since that time.
Trip to Boelos.
By Luicel Boryzah, Aged 12 Years,
Harwell. Neb. Blue Side.
I One Sunday my papa and mamma,
my one sister and 1 rode around town
awhile. We got my cousin Isadore
because my brother said he would not
go as he was tired. We went to the
dam, which was a great sight, and it
had much power. Then wc weit to
the canal, which was broken down. My
two uncles and aunts were there and
Sabina, my cousin. We had a good
time together as a lady and a little
boy, whose mother said: "Gilbert,
come let's go." Gilbert Said, "Isn't
mother afraid you might get hurt."
Sabina and I lughed and then my
Table d'Hote Dinner
DintreuloE Cough Cured.
stones. John looked into the hole
and found a bag. He pulled it out
ot the hole and looked into the bag,
where he found some coins of all
kinds. As soon as John got the heavy
hag on the horse he started for home
When he got to the farm his uncle
came to help him with the bag, and
said, Wow you can pay tor your col
Shepherd Wins Race.
By Aksel Swanson, Age 13, 3910 Gold
St., Omaha. Ked Side.
One day while a poor shepherd boy
was tending his flock of sheep, he
said to himself, "We are very poor
and 1 only earn a few shillings a
week. My father is dead and we can
hardly live on what I earn. So, after
I am through with my work today I
will go and shoot some game in that
After the boy had left his work
he went to the king's forest to get
some game. He did not know that
this was the king's forest, and he was
soon brought before the king.
The soldiers brought the poor,
frightened boy to the king. The boy
told htm what he had done. The king
said he should race with his daugh
ter in order to pay for the game he
had killed, and if he won the race the
king would also give him a large sum
The princess boasted that she was
the swiftest runner in the kingdom.
The king was seated on a porch be
fore the race course. There was ' a
rope to keep the people out of the
way. Everything was ready. The
boy was used to running so, of course,
he won. He was very glad. The king
was ashamed of his daughter, and she
never boasted after that.
The boy went home, where his
mother was awaiting him. After
that the boy never had to herd sheep
and they lived happily ever after. This
teaches us not to boast of what we
By Ada Schenk, Aged 11 Years, Blair,
Neb. Red Side.
"Harry I Harry I" called a voice.
Harry turned around, but he saw no
one in sight. He did not pay any at
tention to it. Again the voice caHed
"Harry" in a squeaking little voice
close to his ear. This time Harry
looked up among the trees.
He saw a little man with a hat on
and a long feather in it, and a pair of
yellow trousers. This seemed very
odd to Harry because he had never
seen such a small person in his life.
"What do you want for Christmas?"
asked the little man. "Why, Christ
mas so soon," said Harry, very much
surprised. "No. it is not yet, but we
have to have time to make presents,
don't we?" "Oh!" said Harry, "can't
I go along with you and see you make
them?" "I think so," said the little
man, with a little laugh. Follow me."
"But I can't get up in the trees like
you can," said Harry in a sad tone.
"Oh, that's all right, I can walk along
with you," he said, laughing again.
The little man jumped down to
walk with him. Harry took one step
forward and he was in toyland. He
found himself much smaller.
Such an amount of toys I Harry was
playing with one that had a spring to
it. l ne spring snapped. Me jumped,
opened his eves and looked around
him. He found he had been dreamine
oi eives or santa Liaus workers.
New Year's, January 1, 1917
Cream of Tomatoes aux Croutons
Roast Prime Ribs au Jus
Roast Stuffed Young Chicken, Giblet Sauce
Roast Veal with Sage Dressing
Stuffed Domestic Goose, Apple Sauce
Candied Sweet Potatoes
Stewed Corn in Cream
Hoed Lettuce Salad, French Dressing
Custard Pie or Apple Pie
Ice Cream and Cake
12 TO 8 P. M.
By Wilbur H. Tibbons, Age 10. Ash
land, Neb., Box 97. Blue Side.
I live on a field of alfalfa in town
and have a dog. Wc have to keep
him home chained up, so I play po
lice with him and other things. I
leave the chain on him and get him
hitched on to my wagon and lead
him around for a police patrol. I
read the other children's stories and
hope to win a prize for my story.
going over. Wc went out there on i and he can creep.
Vly Pet's Cemetery.
By Irene Swanson, Age 9, Wall Lake,
la. Blue Side.
This is the first time I have writ
ten to this page. I like to read the
letters which the other Busy Bees
have written. We get the Omaha
Daily and Sunday Bee. I am 9 years
old and in the Fourth grade, and my
brother, Ray, is 11 years old and in
the Seventh grade. '
I have a little brother 7 months old
the interurban car.
My Pet Cat.
Uv Solon! Naimau, Age 9, R. V. D.
1, Box 2, GiVad. Neb. Red Side.
My pet cat is black and is a good
cat. He can catch mice, and his name
is Kitten. This is the first time I
have written to the Busy Bee page,
and I would like to join the Red Side,
as that is my favorite color.
I have four brothers and four
sisters. My teacher's name is Frank
Kyker and I like him very much. I go
to school every dav and have much
"fun. I am in the Fifth 'grade- I lloPc
Mr. Waste Paper Basket is out call
ing. So good-bye, Busy Bees.
Her First Letter.
By Kathryn Owen, 11 Years, Asliton,
Idaho. Red Side,
i We take the Omaha Bee and I am
always anxious to get The Bee each
week to read the "Busy Bee " de-
We have a regular cemetery in the
corner of our yard and I will tell you
what is in it. Wc had a dog by the
name of Fido and someone poisoned
him. Wc buried him, and that was
the beginning of our cemetery. Since
then we have buried one rabbit, two
birds, one pet pig, one chicken, and
I take music lessons every Toestlay
and 1 like it very welt
I want to be on the Blue Side be
cause my eyes are blue.
Has Pun at School.
Odelia Naiman. Age 12 Years,
Neb., R. F. D. 1, Box 2.
My pet cat is yellow and her name
is Tuss. She can catch mice and do
I go to school every day. My teach
er'! name is Frank Kyker, and I like
him very much. I am in the Sixth
grade. I have four brothers and four
Finds Bag of Coins.
By George Nielsen, Age 13, 3302 Vin
ton St., Omaha. Blue Side.
One day while John was visiting
the farm he went out to the barn and
saddled one of the horses to take a
ride. He jumped upon the horse and
started qut. After a long ride the
horse stopped. John got off and tied
him to a near-by tree and began to
roll stones down the hill while the
horse was resting.
After rolling many of them he
found a large hole under one of the
A Camping Trip.
By Agnes Myers. Age 10, 3012 Oak
St., Omaha. Red Side.
Betty and Margaret were two little
girls. Ruth was their big sister. How
ard was their big brother. One day
they decided to go on" a camping trip.
They lived about three miles from
Lake Michigan. When they got there
thevout up their tent. Betty and
Margaret went to find some sticks
and then they made a fire and roasted
some wieniers and boiled some cof
fee. They then had dinner.
As it was evening they all went to
bed. Next morning they got up very,
early. They then had breakfast. Aft
er breakfast the dishes were washed
and the beds made.
Betty and Margaret went down to
the beach and played in the sand,
Ruth went bathing and Howard went
fishing. They had a merry time all
week long. At the end of this it was
time to go home.
The Happy Season.
By Marie Cooper, Age 11, Wallace,
Neb. Blue Side.
Along late in the fall it commences
to get colder and the nuts are
gathered and then pretty soon comes
a time called Christmas. It is cele
brated because of Jesus' birthday. He
is the son of God and was bom in
a manger in Bethlehem.
This is the time when everyone
Has Five Pigeons.
By Mary Boyle, Fremont, Neb.
I have five pets which are oiireons.
Their names are Blacky, Whitey,
Browny, spotty and Tidgy.
When I whistle they will come and
alight close to my feet. I have made
a little green house and they sleep
in it at nights. One little pigeon is
very small. He was hatched late in
I also have a little dog, whose name I
The spirit of the season prompts
us to extend to all, our sincere
A Happy and
Prosperous New Year
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Sunday Evening;, December 31
Prom 6 O'clock on ; Also a Dutch Lunch
Music and Dancing'
We Wish You All a Happy New Year
We as the people of a United Nation, have cause to enjoy the
happiest of Happy New Years.
While most of the world waits in the shadow of a mighty con
flict we live in peace, far fromthe scenes of desolation and ruin,
far from those millions of saddened homes where permanent sep
arations bring an avalanche of loneliness.
In the United States we rejoice that here the human voice can
travel many times farther than anywhere else on this big globe of
ours that electrical waves can speed from corner to corner of this
broad land and bring us voice to voice, no matter where we are.
v In our country the extent of communication is not marked by
border lines or limited service.
In this country we have 64 per cent of all the telephones in the
This New Year's Day the spirit of happiness will flash over
the wires, unite the 43,781 Bell Telephones in Greater Omaha, and
reach out to the millions of Bell Telephones in the nation.
The last year has been a pleasant one for us and we hope it
has been for you. We extend to you the old, old wish, a Happy
and a Prosperous New Year.
Telephone and Spread Qood Cheer
New Years Comes But Once a Year
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