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THE OMAHA SUNDAY BEE: FEBRUARY 4. 1917.
The Busy Bees
Their Own Page
HOW MANY of the Busy Bees have stopped to consider what a truly
glorious month this one of Fcbrury is. and though the shortest of
the year, what numerous opportunities for good times as well as
good deeds it offers. First of all, "it is a continual memorial of
great and revered men and women, and two of our national birth
days are commemorated witb patriotic celebrations. Then the
200,000 Boy Scouts of America are celebrating the seventh birthday of the
Scout movement, February 12, and since it is customary to give gifts on birth
days, the scout troops are all going to see how many kind deeds and good
terms they can extend to young and old, alike, making it a most remarkable
, The shop windows are gaily decorated with hearts heralding the ap
proach of St Valentine's day. and doubtless many of you are busily occupied
making pretty ones for your box at school.
Now is the time to get your bird bouses in readiness and to watch
for the early flight of robbins and cedar birds. The. winter sng sparrows
are very apt to sing on the first warm day. . .
Abraham Lincoln was the greatest of nature lovers' and do you'think
it strange since he was the son of a pioneer? When he was splitting rails and
traveling in the great covered wagon with his family, cattle and household
belongings, his only neighbors for hundreds of miles were the bir,ds in the
Woods, the rabbits and other field animals. '
Are you familiar with the story about how he rescued the birds? Once
"when he was riding through the country with some other lawyers, he was
uddenly missed from the party and was seen loitering near a thicket of wild
lum trees, where the men had stopped to water their horses. "Where is
incoln?" asked one of the lawyers.
"When I last saw him," replied the other, "he had caught two young
birds that the "wind had blown out of their nest and was hunting for the
nest to put them back again." . .
As Lincoln joined them, he was railed by the others 'for his kind
heartedness, but he said, "I could not have slept unless I had restored those
little birds to their mother." -
This great hearted man felt the cry of pain of the little feathered
friends as keenly as he did that of Jhc "little black nestlings of the south,"
whom he restored to free homes protected by the law.
Frances Rice of the Blue bide wins the prize book this week. Alma
Van IJuren of the Blue Side and Mamie Berch of the Red Side, won honor
Shortage of space this week prevents the Busy Bee editor from print
ing most excellent stories written by Vivian Stanley of Cozad, Neb.;
Horace Fuller of Oxford; Mildred Ketchum, Onawa, la.; Helen Green and
Let Thorne, Council Bluffs; Leonard Lane, Kearney; Dorothy Jacobs,
Yutan; Helen Crabb, Omaha; Mike French, Blair; Delia Claus, Plattsmotith;
Stella Rogert, Herman, and Leslie Craig, Fort Calhoun, Neb.
, (Prize Story.) '
' The Lonesome Pin.
By Frances Bice, Aged 13 Years,
1 Strahan, la. Blue Side.
One day, long ago, when, fairies
and hobgobblins existed, there grew
in the forest i title pine tree, scarcely
a foot tall. Not far from it grew a
great oak. This oak thought himself
much better than any other tree near
by. He was so proud that he would
not even speak to the ntodest little
On the other side of the pine were
ash, elm, cottonwood and many other
trees. They were all so large and
proud that they would not even look
at the poor little pine. For miles
and milei there were no pines except
this little tree. Many times they had
argued about who was the. largest
"and strongest. ' ...
One day as they were arguing, the
wind blew through the forest at such
a rate that it cracked many a branch
of even the atrongest tree. The elm
was first to fall, and even the ash
fell with a crash. The oak was
standing stiff and tall, never heeding
his fallen companions. Just, then a
blast of wind came along, causing a
crash, and down went the oak. The
pine alone was left. For months it
was the only tree in that .region. It
was always hoping that some little
tree might apring up and be a triend
to her. One day she felt that she
could stand it no longer. Just as she
was dropping off to sleep that night
she cried; . '
"Oh, why must I always live
The next morning when she awoke
she was in th midst of a score or
more of little pine trees just about
her size. - . .'
"Oh, the fairies have been at
work," aha cried joyously.;
Busy Bee Actors.
By Alma Van Buren, Aged 12 Years,
201 Fourth Avenue, Kearney,
Neb. Blue Side.
A nnmher of us ffirla had a play.
W. decided to srive the play, "Blue-
k.mrA " Mmrnret Revnish was Blue
beard. We bought a white beard
I nil it in hlueinE. which colored
' it fine. We all dressed in the Turk
ish costumes. 1
I waa Fatima. Bloebeard s wife.
Yon remember when, Fatima opens
the door and tees the heads? Well,
we pat op a sheet and cut three
holes in it We then took red paint
and dropped it down from the holes
n th floor. This made it look like
the heads had been bleeding. Three
girls stuck their heads through the
'. holes and we pinned their hair up.
Thia made it look very spooky.
Our nlav i went along fine until
Bluebeard was killed. Margaret
groaned and It sounded so funny that
' w all laughed. We laughed so hard
we couldn't talk, bu managed to get
through some way.
We made 53 cents. We let two
people in for a nickel and one person
in tor J cents, we, uia preuy wen,
don t you think?
i (Honorable Mention
Faithful Do "Sheo.
By Mamie Berck, Aged 12, Osceola
- Neo. Keo owe.
The air was cold and full of driv
ing snow. Along the road trudged
a little boy and girl. They had lost
their wav. and had been trying to
find it for three hours. ''They were
almost frozen. -' - 1 "
Behind them walked their dog,
Shep. All at once he turned a cor
ner and left them, but the children
took no notice. Their faithful dog
had run home. Now he was seen
arratrhins on the door. Ihen
nr,ni and there stood an old man.
He out on his coat and followed
the dog to where the children were.
He took them home and they soon
i The dog was given a collar with
these words written on it, "Faithful
TW. 'Sheo.' " ...
Although I have written to the
Busy Bee's page five times without
success, 1 am not aiscourageu,
- By Irvin Craig, Aged 12 Years, Fort
I cainoun, jncd. niuc oiuc.
K Thi i the first time I have ever
i written to tile Bnsy Bees, hut I always
I read the stories and lettera.
I want to tell. you all about my pet
t rabbits. Last spring a boy gave me a
) pair, one white and the other gray.
I We put them in a big box with wire
F netting on one side ana tea tnem ap
' file, corn, carrots, alfalfa and water.
One morning when we went to
feed them there was a big nest of
hair in one comer and in it were
i eight baby rabbits. They had their j
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eyes closed for nine days and they
didn't have any hahvior about two
weeks. Their eyes opened and their
hair grew and they were the cutest
little things. The mother rabbit sets
over the nest and the little one lav
on their backs.
When it became warmer we made
a big pen of wire and put them out
side, so they could burrow in the
ground. Now we have about fifty
An Unfortunate Vacation.
By Gladys Helen Caper, Aged 13,
Sutherland, Neb. Red Side.
This is the first time I have writ
ten to the Busy Bees, though I have
enjoyed reading the Busy Bee Page
every Sunday. ' ' ;
l'irst I will tell .you how I spent my
Christmas vacation. I was sick in bed
all of the time and just got up a
tew days ago. It is not very pleasant
to be sick in bed that long.
I attwa in lag. naiianth Hrniia Ok t gannnl
take five studies and the one I like
best is German.
I have a little sister 5 vears old.
another 18, and seven brothers. I
IN DEATH ZONE
Tots of France Show Weird In,
difference to Booming Guns
and Shrieking Shells.
ARRAS A GHOSTLY CITY
(Corraapondcnoa of Tha Aaaoelated PreaO
With the British Annies in France,
Dec. 30. To those who have lived
among them the children of the war
tone in France will ever vemain a
psychological riddle. It is startling
to the newcomer at the war to find
theme here at all. It is positively un
canny to see them at play where a
shell might break any moment, utterly
oblivious to the soldiers and scenes
about them, and with seases so at
tuned to the ordinary nervt-racking
noises that only a prolonged lull m
the ceaseless roar of the guns would
cause them the least concern.
They cling with their elders to the
remnants of their shell-shattered
homes in the bombarded towns and
villages, where even yet the German
guns send their shells. Some have
been born within sound of the cannon
and others have come into their first
sense of being in the midst of buttle,
The strange phenomenon of life to
them will be the unwonted stillness of
A striking oicture it is to see a little
French girl, 5 or 6' years old, with a
plaited "pig-tail" down her back, trip
ping bareheaded along a road wher
ever soldier men venture only tinder
the protection of their big steel hats.
Such a little girl sat and softly sang
and knitted in front of her home near
an old Flemish mill one bright and
warm December noon while a score
of aeroplanes whirled and fought over
head and the high blue sky was filled
with the fleecy cotton balls that come
from bursting shrapnel shells. She
could see the seared and scarred lines
on the distant hills which -were the
enemy trenches, and, still further
back, the occasional white-hot flashes
of enemy guns, j
A Ghostly City.
No stranger school can be found
in all the world than that at Arras.
Arras itself it a strange and ghostly
city. Some of the houses are just at
their owners left them during the
first bombardment in October two
years ago. Others have been pulver
ized along with the cathedral, the
city hall and the railway station
three favorite targets of the German
gunners. The enemy lines skirt the
eastern edge of the city, and daily
from these messengers of death are
sent shrieking into Arras bursting
in fury from the kv.
In the midst of all this malignity
She Goes Hunting
Of all the things little girls do,
squirrel hunting is the most remote
in our minds, I am sure, but here is a
little Busy Bee, Helen McCleery of
Exeter, Neb., who does just Wat.
Helen is only 11 years old, but she
loves to go squirrel hunting on the
Blue river with her brother, Thomas.
But on reading her letter we find
Helen doesn't do the shooting. She
just watches so the squirrels won't
"About 10 o'clock one morning my
brother and I went squirrel hunting I
carried the rifle and he had a shotgun.
We were walking along the river
among the trees and we came to a
very large tree and there Thomas
shot two squirrels. 1 did not do any
have a little niece who is 1 year old.
Her name is Alverda Mae Caper,
By Dora Ossian, Aged 15 Years, Box
258, Stanton, la. "Red Side. . ,
I am going to tell you about Bob
by's visit to grandma's. Bobby wa's a
little boy 9 years old, full of mischief
and fun and was always playing nu
merous pranks on grandma.
One day Bobby was gotng to churn
butter for grandma. All went well
with the churning until Bobby's ;dog
came bouncing by with Bobby's kite
in his mouth. Bobby had spent con
siderable time on this kite and hated
to have it ruined, so after the dog he
went, upsetting the churn of cream
and never stopping to see the damage
he had done.
Bobby chased after the dog until
the dog dropped the kite and then it
ARE YOU A FAIR AND STORMY WEATHER FRIEND? If you were in real trouble
down and nearly out which of your frienda would throw you a rope to help you up ? And
any of your frienda that were in the same fix? Which of them would you inconvenience or
deprive yourself of something, so as to help them? Rather a hard thing to answer? A
REAL friend is a wonderful thing and rare. If you ever do find one, stick to hhn or her, for,
after all, that is about all there is in life.
of war some two score children or
more go to school. , Their class room
is in the cellar of a house so well
demolished that a few additional
shells would scarcely change the
character of the mass of debris that
serves as a protective roof. It would
take a terrific bombardment to inter
rupt them a( their lessons. The muf
fled sound of shells crashing in the
distance has become far too com
monplace to attract attention.
All Arrat lives tnderground. There
With Her Brother
- 1 ri wa4 'a
shooting, but stayed on the other side
of the trees so the-jquirrcls could not
hide. We went! on a little farther and
shot one more. We then crossed the
river on a log, but did not get any
squirrels on this side of the river.
"Coming back I saw another squirrel
in the same large tree and b walking
around several times we finally saw
it crouched in a large crotch of the
tree. Then Thomas shot it. Farther
on we got another squirrel. Then
Thomas took my picture with the five
squirrels. We ate our lunch and got a
drink from a spring and started back
home. AVhcn we got home I helped
Thomas skin the squirrels. In a few
years I will be big enough to shoot
some myself. Then it will be more
fun for me to go hunting.
took until dinner time to mend the
He had forgotten all about his
promise to churn butter, but when he
came in for dinner grandma reminded
him ol it. Bobby felt sorry and
begged so hard to be forgiven that
grandma didn't have ( the heart to
For a while Bobby was very good,
trvine verv hard to - do thines that
would please grandma. One day
found him weeding grandma's flowers,'
but, alas, he pulled up more flowers
than weeds. Because of this Bobby
told grandma he would give her a big
bouquet of flowers if she wouldn't
scold. He really had meant to be
good and in weeding the flower bed
he thought he was doing grandma a
One Saturday evening while Bobby
was at grandma's she told him he had
better study his Sunday school les
are quiet periods of the day when the
women, children and old men ven
ture abroad for friendly call at a
neighboring cellar or for the sake
of a stroll and a breath of fresh air.
Opportunity after opportunity has
been given them to leave, but , they
prefer to remain with what is, or
was, their own. Three persons were
killed just outside the school. one day.
but the children in the cellar knew
nothing of the tragedy. When school
is out each afternoon the children
son. Bobby went for his books to
study, but after a while he said.
"Grandma, my eyes are so sore I can't
see to study."
Grandma went to her work-basket
for a pair of spectacle rims. St
handed them to Bobby, who in turn
put them on. He studied diligently
until bedtime and then gave the spec
tacles to grandma, saying, "My eyes
are very much better, grandma." She
told him that they were not glasses
like hers, but only a pair of old spec
tacle rims. Bobby went to bed feeling
very foolish to think that grandma had
played such a good joke on him.
Two Brave Little Girls.
By Alice I.. Erion, Bcllevue, Neb.
The cabin was set right in-the edgefl
of a grove of saplings. Back of the
cabin was a dense forest and in front
was another. Two girls were com
ing out of the cabin. One of them,
named Ellen, said: "Let us ask mother
where she is going this afternoon."
Her sister, May, consented and when
they asked their mother she said she
was going to the neighboring village
to get provisions and the girls' would
have to watch the house. '
The mother had gone and it was
the middle of the afternoon. Ellen
saw something moving on the edge
of the forest, which was across the
plains. ,The girls gathered the most
precious belongings and hurried into
the forest. They were hidden just in
time, because only five minutes passed
when three Indians rode up to the
house and raided it. The Indians took
all they could carry and then they
rocfe away. The girls stayed in the
forest until they could not hear the
beating of the horses' hoofs.
The girls' mother had heard that
Indians were roaming over that part
of the country, so she hurried home.
When she .reached the home she ex
pected to see the girls dead, but
of course they were not. She said
the girls were brave and womanly to
do just what was right. I
This is the first time I have writ
ten to you.
How Storm Helped John.
By Henry Ohlsen, Jr., Aged 11 Years,
David City, Neb. Red Side.
John was a very poor boy who had
no home. His father and mother
both died and he sold newspapers
and slept jn corners or any warm
places he could find.
Every night by selling newspapers
he got enough money to buy a little
something to eat. One night there
was a great snowstorm. In the place
where John lived there were many
hills and the snow banked on the
railroad tracks so that no trains
could run. So it was impossible that
newspapers could come to the town.
How could John get any money? He
ran all over town hunting for a job
until he saw a man who said that if
he would carry bills around town he
would let him in to see the movies.
John stood still for a few moments
and then said, "I am a very poor boy.
I have no home, my mother and
father both being dead. If you will
pay me I would like it much better."
"I will gladly do so," said the man,
"and if you wish you can be the jan
itor of my theater and I will give you
$2 a week and you can sleep in the
John's heart ran over with joy
when he heard the words, "Two dol
lars a week." Two weeks after John
got his job the boss came to him and
said, "My boy, your work pleases me
very much and you can live with nje
are told to hurry home, as fast as
they can go and there a great pat
tering of little wooden-soled shoes
down the melancholy streets.
There are scores of other town
within the fire zone,-but not quite so
close to the war as Arras, where
childrenive by hundreds. It is no
infreauent thing to hear mothers call
ing their children in from a desultory
bombardment, just as tney would
from a shower of "rain.
Six Years Old Tomorrow (Feb. 5):
Name, i School.
Boyer, Howland Columbian
Fox, Francis Pacific
Gillespie, Claud S ...Dundee
Goodman, Mabel N Lake
Gudath, Doris Webster
Krause, Alice J Central Park
Monastero, Anna '..Pacific
Vidlak, Joseph Clifton Hill
Seven Years Old Tomorrow :
Cominc, Jimmie Comenius
Edmonds, Ethel .Comenius
Keller, Thomas Mason
Knapp, Eleanor Lothrop
McDowell, Charles.... Walnut Hill
Thorson, Helen ; . Webster
Yett,s Gleri Madison
Y6ung, Walter Walnut Hill
Eight Years Old Tomorrow:
Burgett, Raymond Earl. St. loseoh's
Grisham, John C. Howard Kennedy I
Henderson, Augusta Castelar
Kirikenon, Vera Fay Lothrop
Majeski, William Madison
Nemecek, Blanch Jungniann
Purcell, Lee Central
Siegel, Earl Castelai
Stepmanek, Erna Vinton
Wittges, Werner Farnam
Nine Years Old Tomorrow:
Alstine, Van., Windsor
Anderson, Hugh.. Howard Kennedv
Banan, Mabel ParkJ
necK, cstena Castelar
Gray, George Highland
Lowry, Arthur Philip Windsor
Lundstrom, Robert Farnam
Stovall, George C. Park
Thompson, Edward Columbian
Wagoun, Bessie... Edw. Rosewater
and I will give you $1 a week." John
lived happily with 'the good and kind
First Experience as Cook.
By' Dorothy Gray, Aged 13 Years,
Blair, Neb. Blue Side. -About
three years ago mamma went
away for a visit and I was left at
home to be cook for papa and as we
are very fond of biscuits for break
fast I decided I would make somle. I
got my recipe and proceeded. As there
were only two of us, I divided the
recipe, all except one article. I mixed
my dough and put it in the pan, but
I am not sure whether I had the most
in the pan oron my fingers. I put
them in the oven and I think I looked
in about every other minute to see
how they were baking. At the end of
twenty minutes they were ready for
the table. They were very light in
color and rather flat, but papa ate
them, like any kind father would, and
said, "Perhaps next time you will do
Of course, I was very much disap
pointed, for I expected them to be
as good as mamma makes. So I saved
a sample for her to taste. She said
I used twice as much shortening as I
should have and that I must keep the
oven closed so they would have a bet
ter color. ,
An Automobile Trip.
By Laura H. Witte, Aged 13 Years;
Yutan, Neb. Blue Side.
This is the first time I have ever
written to this page, but I read the
Busy Bees' page every week.
I am in the eighth grade at school.
My teacher's name is Ella Anderson
For London to Curb
(Correspondence of The Associated Press.)
1 London, Jan. 2l. A demand for a
"money dictator," whose duty would
be to "show the Yankee bankers that
they cannot rush up interest rates as
they did some two months ago," is
made by the Pall Mall Gazette.
"If the war' lasts another year,"
says the article, "a money dictaor
will be the only way out of our tjpu
ble. "The new British loan is a deliber
ate attempt on the part of the chan
cellor of the exchequer to cut down
the rate of interest that the naion has
to pay on its borrowings. The issue
of 6 per cent exchequer bonds was a
fatal mistake and Mr. Bonar Law is
not likely to repeat the blunder of his
predecessor. He is a man of busi
ness and he told the bankers last
week that he meant to get all the
money needed for the war, and that
he meant to get it as cheaply as he
could. He did not talk compulsion,
but he gave a pretty strong hint that
if necessary he could be very firm
"There is not the smallest reason
why we should not have a money dic
tator as well as a food dictator.
"The investing public might be ed
ucated to look upon 4 per cent free
of tax as an ample interest to receive
on a sound stock. The Germans
have made all their loans at 5 per
fa 1'h.v ttiiA rinanrerl nn ennns
lines and have realized that war
loans lare only a species of paper
creditilr and that it is just as easy to
issue at 5 as at 6, as long as you hold
control of the money market.
"It is more difficult for us to con
trol our market, as we are. buying
abroad and exporting large amounts,
but the task is by no means insuper
able. A clever man would soon show
the Yankee bankers that they cannot
rush up rates as they did some two
months ago. I don't suppose that
American bankors in London have
more than 20,000,000 on deposit,
and this amount is too small to con
trol the price of money."
Jewel Lost From King
Charles-' Crown Is Found
fCorraeBondence or The Asaoetated Press I
Budapest, Jan. 8. One of the jew
els of the imperial crown, which was
reported missing after the coronation
of King Charles, has been found, in
the cathedral. It was not known un
til after the loss was discovered that
the settings of several of the stones
were loose. A thorough overhauling
oi tne crown nas now necn oraereu.
Persistent Advertising Is the Road
and I like her very well. I have one
I am going to tell you of a trip we
took one Sunday last summer. We
went with another family in an auto
mobile out to Columbus,, which is
sixty-nine miles from our home. My
uncle and aunt, who live there, have
a moving picture show. We started
at 6 o'clock in the morning and came
home the same night, and had a very
The Stork's Retaliation.
By Lucile Arnold, Aged 9 Years, 107
Sycamore Street; ,Shenandoah,
la. Red Side.
I am in the Third" grade and I read
the Busy Bees' page every Sunday,
so I thought I would write a story.
One day a fox invited a stork to
dinner. The fox thought he would
have some fun. So he had soup and
served it in a plate. The fox lapped
the" soup with his tongue, but the
stork could not wet his bill.
"1 am sorry, Madame Stork, that
you do not like the soup," said the
fox. The stork laughed and said, "Do
not be sorry. You must come to
dinner with me some time."
Soon the stork invited the fox to
dinner. She had meat in a long-
necked jar. The stork could get the .
meat with her bill, but the fox could
not get his nose into the jar. The
stork ate the meat and said. "I am
sorry, Sir Fox, that you do not like
the meat." "You can have fun, too,"
said the fox.
I will answer any letter from the
Busy Bees, so write to me soon. I
will write again some time.
A Colorado Trip.
By Ray Swanson, Aged II Years,
Wall Lake, la. Red Side.
I have not written to this page be
fore, but I will now tell you of my
trip to the Seven Falls, Colorado. We
rode from Stratton park ou burros,
and when we got there what a lot
of fun we had. My brother and I
walked up he many steps on one
side of the falls, but we never went
far enough to see Helen Hunt Jack
son's grave. ,We then "went down
about half way and had our picture
taken on a rock right beside one of
the falls, but the light was not shin
ing in our faces very much, so it was
not a good picture. We then went
down and olaved we were cowboys
on two small burros until it was time
to go back, and that came altogether
too quicklv for me.
We also wenttd the Garden of the
Gods, the Cave of the Wind. Pike's
Peak, Cripple Creek and other cen
ters of interest.
The Last of Fido.
fey Emma Rawloski, Aged t Years,
Farwell, Neb. Blue Side.
There was once a small white-haired
dog whose name was Fido. He was
a very kind and good dog and would
go after the cows and chase them
home. If they did not want to go he ,
wonld not leave them but stay there
and bite therrtin the leg.
One day his master was sitting and
reading a boot on the Torch. Little
Fido was lying near the porch. Fido
was hungry and had had nothing that
day to eat. He caught a spring chicle
en and ate it. His master was busy
reading and did not pay any attention -
to hido, but happened to hear tne
chicken squawk. He saw Fido had v
caught the chicken, so went for the
hoe and chopped his head off.
By Ethel Kirdrna, Aged 9 Years, Bcc,
Neb. Blue Side.
We spent our holidays at Wahoo,
where my uncle lives. We had many
good things to eat. There were four
aunts, three uncles, seven cousins and
my mother and father and I.
Jt was my Uncle Louis' and Aunt
Mary's twenty-fifth wedding anniver
sary and my father, aunts and uncles
presented Urjs le Louis with a loving
My mother and I stayed in Wahoo
and in the evening t went to my
other aunt's as she did not feel very
well. That evening before wc left we
lit the Christmas .tree. We had a
good time all day. 1 hope all the
Busy Bees had a merry Christmas
and a happy New Year.
A Friend to Animals.
By Marie Cooper, Aged 11 Years,
Wallace, Neb. Blue Side.
It has been a long time since I
have written your page, so I will tell
you how I saved a pet. 1 saw a little
red rabbit running around the chicken
house, nibbling on a cabbage leaf. I '
went out and tried to catch it. but
it was very timid. 1 thought 1 knew
whose it was. so I phoned the lady
and she said it was their's.
-One of the cats caught it, but did
not hurt it. I took it away from it
and took it home. They said 1 could
keep it, hut we have no place for it.
since I have for my pets acolt, a
dog and some cats.
An Automobile Trip. t'
By Kenneth Butler, Aged 10 Years,
Holbrook, Neb. Red Side.
I am in the fifth grade and this is
my second letter to the Busy Bees.
I am going to tell you about my trip
to Colorado. There were two cars
and in the party were my uncle and
his wife and little boy about 3 years
old. We went to Colorado Springs,
Denver and Boulder and camped at
Eldorado Springs, staying there about
When wc got about to Bushncll on
our wy home we had a blowout and
had to come in on the rim.
By Dorothy Jordan, Aged 11 Y'oars,
940 North Twenty-fourth Street.
Omaha, Neb. Red Side. n
Along the sunny garden path
Danced pretty Betty B,
As fair and gay a little maid
As one would wish to see.
And here she picked a lily white
And there she picked a rose,
For pretty little Betty B s
Loves ev'ry flower that grows.
Goodby to Summer.
By Margaret Reynish, Aged 13 Ye.-v
Blue Side. Kearney, Neb.
Ooodby. toodby tov summer.
For the autumn is no here;
The birds and boas are aotna
And the flowers we love so dear.
The trees look bare and lonely
With their areen leaves turning- brown.
And everything Is dylne
And the whole world neara a frown.
But the fall won't last forever.
And the winter yields to sprtns.
When the butterflies will be here
And we'll hear the clad birds sine.
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