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fHE OMAHA SUNDAY BEE: APRIL 22. 1917. The Busy Bees Their Own Page 4 S ARBOR DAY, which it observed in numerous foreign nations as wrH as our own, and which is celebrated tomorrow in the public l schools, is a symbol of progress and the only one of our Ameri can holidays which turns our faces to the future rather than to the past. The purpose of the official father of the movement, who was a Nebraska man, J. Sterling Morton, was to foster in mankind and especially in growing boys and girls, a love and reverence for nature as re vealed in trees, shrubs and vines. All week long, men and women, boys and girls, have been seen carrying home young trees and various kinds of bushes to plant on Arbor day. It only proves that deep in men's nature there is a love for the green-growing tilings and that they respect the beneficicnt service of .the trees. ' Everywhere your eye falls it sees the value of trees to the community, as, for example, the baby's cradle, the house in which you live, the fur niture, fuel, baric, cork, indigo, rubber and Uncle Sam's big ships. Young saplings resemble boys and girls in that they require intelligent training and the utmost care so that they may become beautiful and vigorous. You will discover that they are as dependent on human care as are your pet dogs, rabbits, cats and squirrels. The Aatec Indians had a custom of planting a tree when a new babe wa born and giving it the child'i name. Tomorrow, when you plant your little trees, try naming them after someone you admire. They will acquire a new charm for you when they are associated with persons. Watching to see how Abraham Lincoln sprouts, whether Martha Washington is budding, if George Washington needs a drink of water or Betsy Ross is flowering, will prove as interesting as the birds and squirrels in the trees and more so than amusing yourselves with inanimate objects. Every Busy Bee who contributes to making his yard at home or the school grouqds more beautiful, will be helping to make his community a friendlier place in which to live, And now, when the president is saying so much about conservation, we may draw a lesson of unselfish foresight and economy from the Arbor day custom. , The prize this week is awarded to Ruby Craft of the Blue side. Helen Stowell of the Blue side and Grace Hindley of the Red side won honorable metrtion. Lack of space prevents the publication of a poem by Arline Walker of Council Bluffs and a letter from Delia Claus of Plattsmouth, Neb. Little tries (Prize Story). Day Spent on the River. By Kuby Cratt, Aged u Years, uavia , City, Neb. Blue Side. "Well, dinner is almost ready." an nounced mother when a car drove in our yard. "Come to the river with us and bring your dinner along if it is cook ing, said Mr. Chase. We then helped pack the dinner and jumped in pur car and were gone for the rest of the day. At first we passed big, green corn fields, barking dogs, cackling chickens, and then we rode along in the shade of the gigan tic maples, dressed in their emerald dresses. A little brook rippled by the side of the road and the flowers danced gayiy in the breeze. Then we came in sight of the Rtidinst river, shining like a silver mirror ii. the sun. It was 1 o'clock when we arrived, so we spread our dinner in the shade of the maples. Luckily for the girls, we had no dishes to wash, "Mother, may we wade in the river?" 1 asked. "Yesl yesl inn along, but don't wade too far," she called as we scam pered away. "1 am tired of wading and splash ing in the water. What can we do?" I asked. "1 know," replied Delia, "let's plav we are an exploring party and see who can count the most kinds of birds and flowers." "That is first-rate," we echoed, and we began our tramp. When we were entering a patch of smart weeds we forgot about the birds and flowers, but thought oulv of our facet. My, how they did sting and burnl When the red tun wat setting in the west we all went home tired, but declaring we had had a good time. (Honorable, Mention). Tale of the War Horse. By Grace Hindley, Aged 12, Blair, , Neb. Red Side. One hot day as I lay on the grass beside the brook, I observed old Polly, our old crippled horse, coming to ward me. As I had finished reading my story, 1 thought it would be nice to have a chat with old Polly. Pollv sesmed in a good humor and was glad to talk to me. As she was an old wa.- horse, I asked her to tell me of her adventures. She said she would and lay down on the grass be side me. . "When 1 was very young I was broken in as a war horse and was taken over the ocean. I was very glad to get off of the rocking old hip on solid ground. Mv comrades told me it was very dangerous to go to war, but I would not believe them and thought it would be fun. "The first day or two all went fine. The fifth day was a day I will always remember, because it was the day my dear master was killed. A cannon ball hit htm in the head and he fell instantly from the saddle. I wanted to stay by him. but I was crowded on by the rush of horses. After the bat tle I was put on a ship and sailed hack to this country. I will never forget my dear master." f (Honorable Mention). Trip to the Moon. By Helen Stowell, Aged 11, Ord, Neb. Blue Side. , Sometimes people get tired of liv ing on the earth, Just as we did. One day we got an airship and started, taking a lunch along with us. When we got about ten miles up in the air we became so cold that we came down again to get some more clothing and an oil stove to keep us warm. Then we started again, this time going south. Since it was Warmer, everything went fine for two or three days. The third day. vhen themoon . came up, we went directly for it, but the oil stove exploded and burned uo the thip. We jumped out before it burned us and lit on a stack of hav, where two men were working. We asked them where we were and they said we were twenty miles from Ord. We asked them if they would take us there and they said yes, so they got their car and took us to Ord. There we bought another airship and started again. This time everv thing went fine. We traveled three or four days, and hoth'ng very un usual happened, but on the fifth we hit against something with an awful thump. It was the moon. When the moon map heard the noise he came to see what was the matter. When he peeked out we saw he was made of green cheese, to we all came down in a hurry. i There Punished. By Helen Chadck.- Aged 9, Omaha, Neb. Blut; Side. . A woodcutter once went Into the forest and asked the trees to give him a handle for hi.ae. The trees gave jim a young ash trie which was the smallest one in the 'forest. Soon the man' hid made a new By Little Folks Rules for Young Writers t. Write plaint? an mm elda af tat papar aaly and number tha pagan. t. In pan and Ink, aot pencil. a, Bhart ana painted arllelaa will ha tin arafareaaa. Da pat nan avar ISO 4. Ordinal atortas or lattera anlj will ka aead. I. Write yaar aama, aaa and addraas at tha top of tha Aral pasa. A prise hook wltl ha nlfaa Men. weak for tha beet eontrtbotlon. Addreaa all cimmonlratlone to Chll dran's Department, Oman ilea, Omaha, Nab. handle. Then what do you think hap pened? Day after day the strokes of his axe rang through the forest. Soon all the tall trees were laid low. Were they not well punished for giving their little brother to the woodcut ter? Bothersome Chickent. by Vance Willard, Aged 9 Years, Grand Island, Neb., Blue Side. Last fall mamma had a man plant mine tulip bulbs. They came up a little too early this spring, so she covered them up so they would cot freeze. Today she lookel out of the win dow and saw four hens scratching in the bed. She went out and drove them away. There are all kinds of chickens in Grand Island, but these are the worst I ever saw. t A Runaway Experience. By Dagmar Olsen, Aged 12 Years, Weeping Water, Neb. R. K.D. 2. Blue Side. One night last week coming home from school, I was riding with our neighbor's children, -when all of a sudden thy pony became frightened at some object and started to. turn around. , As there was a small bank there he could not turn around very easily, so he stood upon his hind legs and turned the buggy over and atarted to run' for town. James, the oldest boy, stopped him after he had ran a little wsyt. It did not take the rest of ,ut long to THE RAILROAD RADERS CIRCUMSTANTIAL EVIDENCE Copyright, 1917. By FRANK H. SPEARMAN Adoptad from tha Waatarn Plctura Varaloa Producad by Signal Film Corporation and Faaturing Halan Holmas. THIRD EPISODE. ' The keenest disappointment to Helen of that eventful night Was that Buck Master! and Arnold, after their struggle with the police in the quar ters of the gang should in the end es cape. To be told by Melrose that the jewels she had recovered were spur ious yas a minor trial. But the now returned to the deserted house of the raiders, where she dismantled and re moved the Vhole wire-tapping ap paratus they had feloniously installed. When she came downstairs with this in her handbag the tpecial had gone and she started for a street car. It was already, however, 3 o'clock in the morning and she was obliged to wait for one a longtime, Webb, all night, had been carous ing. With a boisterous party he left a midnight cafe for a gambling house and there was soon engaged in rou lette, when, taking hold accidentally of the coat lapel of a new acquaint ance he discovered underneath it a badge of an officer. Realizing that to be caught in such company would cost him his position, he called for his overcoat and was about to leave, when a raiding squad surrounded the place. The plain clothes men in the room drew guns. Webb, hands up, backed to the wall. His hand turned off the lights and in the con fusion jumped from the nearest win dow into a motorcar in the driveway below. The chauffeur whirled him away from the house, but the police in a second car gave chase. Webb's driver, an expert, gave the officers a long run and, doubling on them at the first opoprtunity, threw them completely otf the trail. Un fortunately the adroit chauffeur in looking back to make sure he was no longer pursued, nn squarely into an early morning huckster's cart. No one was hurt( but the wrecked wagon obstructed an approaching street car, the first of the morning, downtown. Within it was Helen on her way home. In the machine she saw Webb" and, realizing his condi tion, threw her handbag in beside him to take the helpless man home. There she found, with Webb't babv, his poor wife, who had been waiting all night her husband's return. The dispatcher, she told him, had been 'phoning for hours, but WebbT de spite her remonstrance and Helen s, Here 8 a Real Live The Growing Gladys, age 4, is one of the young est members of the Busy Bee family. Her daddy is The Bee't photographer and Gladys' greatest delight is to watch him taking pictures. He takes a lot of pictures of her toi .That pleases her more than ever. Gladys has a "sweet tooth." just like all the rest of the Busy Bees, I venture. But she likes "ice cream" best of all. Stht stays up every night until her father comes home with the ice cream. The other night Gladys was so tired from olaving all day she fell asleep before daddy arrived with the cream. When he came home he took a spoonful of the confection and held it to the sleeping chiids mourn. Wide awake she was in a minute, ready for her nightly treat scramble out of the buggy. We were an irinhtened that we let lames drive on home and we walked the rest of the way. We all had a good scare. A School Picnic. By Edna E. Green, St. Edwards, Neb. R. F. D. No. 2. Red Side. About two vears ago when I lived south of St. Edwards, Neb., there were two schools which let out at the same time. There was the school I was going to, and just two and one half miles northeast was the other one. Both schools were to let out at the same time in the spring so we were going to have a picnic together in Mr. Doile's yard and orchard. They had a nice big orchard and many grape vines. I was to walk down as far as one of our neighbors and ride with them. They were all ready when I got there, but fixing the things fn the basket. . When we arrived it was 11 o'clock so we played. think there were about 100 there.. We first played drop the handkerchief and then by that time the men had put up three swings so we swung a while. About 12:30 they called us to din ner and the table was nearly 100 feet long. ' -Afjer dinner we played games and played in the swing. About 3 oclock we went home as it looked like it might rain any time. 1 wish some of the Busy Bees would write to me. I will answer their letters. " The Little Black Calf, by Ardvce Daniclson, Aged 12 Years, Kecne, Neb., Red Side. When I was horn I found myself in a barn. My mother was black. I stayed there with her for some time. Soon they came and took my mother away from me, and I was put in a pen all by myself. I did not like this, for a cat came to see me once in a while and an old hen came and sat in the hay I was to eat. 1 did not like this, so I commenced to bawl and poke my nose at her, but that would not do, to I decided to let her alone. She and I became good friends. One day a man came in and put a halter on me. He was going to teach me to load. He tied me to a post ,ind who should I tee but my mother. 1 tried my best to get the halter off, but it was in vain. When evening came he took me in, but in the morn ing he came again. This time he put me in the pas ture. There who should I run across hut a sow with her little pigs. Of went to bed. Helen returned to the office alone, Af the station the iceman was sweeping out his cart when he dis covered the package of jewelry that Burke had unwittingly dropped into it the night before. He was about to throw the gems away, believing the glittering baubles worthless, when he determined to give them to his children, and putting them in his pocket went on with his work. Earlier in the night Frost, general superintendent, had been called from his bed by the dispatcher who first reported the Melrose robbery. This was bad enough, but he then com plained he could , not locate Morton Webb. Frost himself, very angry, hastened to (he dispatchers' office, only to meet Melrose, whom he found in a furious temper over the night's happenings. To have his train hejd up with the threat of his party's being blown up with dynamite was enough to rnttle the governor s tem per. But the loss of his wife's dia mond coronet and necklaces was too much. Frost tried to calm him. He wat only partly appeased by the promise that if he would come back to headquarters that afternoon every thing possible should be done in the interval to recover the jewelry. Masters and Arnold, escaping in the fight the fate of of their followers, who were captured, had sneaked down into that dilapidated quarter of Mountain springs known as China town' to hide. Burke, satisfied that the pawnbroker, Lowenstein, had se cured the Melrose plunder, walked confidently over to his shop in the morning to secure the spoil. When Lowenstein declared no diamonds had been dropped from the car window to him there was an angry scene. Burke insisted he had let the pack age fall, as agreed, while Lowen stein paced the platform. ThV pawn broker excitedly, denied Burke had dropped even so much as a remark in his direction and explained how long and patiently he had stood in position awaiting the shock that never came. Mutual recrimination followed, each rogue accusing the other of trickery. Hot words flew until Burke, whipping out his revolver threateningly de manded the truth. The unfortunate pawnbroker could only insist that he had teen nothing of the jewels and Member of Busy Bee Family iff GLADYS SCHOUF1ELD course I went over to see what sort of an animal she was. She' grunted end then she ran after me. After that I left her alone. Now you know the history of the little black calf. 1 A New Correspondent. By Elizabeth Davis, Aged 11 Years, 2122 N. 15th St., Omaha, Red Side. I read your page every Sunday and I think you write very good stories. I would like to look at this page some Sunday and see my letter printed. I should like to took at the top and tee printed there, "Prize Story." I am going to try hard to see mine there. This is the first time I have writ ten to you. I wish all the Busy Bees would write to me. I would willingly an swer their letters if they would. Adventure of a Penny, By Hazel Ryan, Aged 10 Years, Herman, Neb. Red Side. One day a little girl came into a store and asked her father for a penny. To my sorrow he gave me to her and she put me into her pocketbook. There was a hole in the pocketbook, o I slipped through and fell into the grass. The little girl went into a store and told the clerk she wanted a stick of gum. The clerk gave her the gum and she started to go out, when the clerk asked her if she wasn't going to pay him. She put her hand in her pocketbook, then looked at the clerk and said, "I have lost my penny." She began to cry and the clerk kindly told her she could have the stick of gum. Then the little girl went out of the store feeling very happy. I lay in the grass a long time and then a little boy found me and put me in his pocket. He and some other boys began to run and play. The lit tle boy ran so fast that I bounced out of his pocket and fell to the ground. The next night H rained and the water washed me into a brook. I soon sank to the bottom and I am lying there to this day. No one will ever find me here and some day AS SHB JCOOKEO AT ITS fief? EYES Burke, deeply chagrined, returned to the office. At noon, Helen went out into the sunshine to eat her lunch. About the same time, the iceman's little boy was bringing from home his father's din ner bucket and the Italian, choosing a sunny spot on the platform sat down to enjoy his meal. Remembering the jewels for his children he now gave ir.em to the boy. The latter, playing a moment with the new toys, espied his friend, Helen Holmes, further down the platform. In great excite ment he told his father he was ro ihg to give Helen a ring. The father had no objection and the little fellow ran to Helen, ring in hand. After much urging she took it. thinking only that poor families ought not to waste their money at five and ten cent counters. It nevsr occurred to 1 Li" ie?4 I '. -vi ,y f .. iff Li' 1 I shall probably go to the great ocean. There I shall, no doubt, have a great many companions with whom 1 can spend the rest of my days. The Result of Ida't Pride. By Luetla Gibson, Aged 13 Years, Dodge, Neb. I received my book. The title of it is "The Middle Pasture." It is very good and I wish to thank you very much for it. I am now going to tell you about a girl who failed. Once there was a girl named Ida Brown. She was always teasing a smaller girl, whose name was Mayble Smith. Mayble and Ida were both in the same grade at' school. Ida always answered every question the teacher asked her, but Mayble did not know the answers to some of the questions. She studied very hard and listened closely when the others were reciting, but Ida always laughed and made remarks to the girl who sat next to her about the one who was reciting. Ida always told Mayble that she would fail, but Mayble never paid any attention to her remarks and got her lessons better than she had ever had them before. At the end of the term, when they got (heir report cards. Ida was very eager to get her card so she could boast about getting the highest grades and passing. When she opened her card she was very much aston ished, for she had failed. Mayble passed with a good average. Ida said that this would teach her a lesson never to boast about being the smartest one in the class again. Allen and Hit Pony. By Dores Thompson. Aged 10 Years. Route 2, Genoa, Neb. Blue Side. I am sending you a story of "Allen and His Pony." I hope to see it in print. When Allen Smith was 10 years old his father gave him a pony named Spot. Spot was not broken to ride yet, so Allen said he would break him to ride the next day. When Allen put the bridle on Spot. He did not like the bit and tried to spit it out, but it was fastened on. Allen led Spot to a plowed field and got on his back. Spot was very gen tle the first time, so Allen put a sad dle on Spot the second time. Spot did not want the saddle on and when Allen got on his back he began to buck. Allen stayed on for quite a while, but was thrown at last. Allen, being a fearless boy, got on again. Spot ran a little ways and then stopped. Allen -did not have any trouble catch ing him. After that he was very gen tle and never threw Allen again. One day as Allen was riding Spot his mother called him and told him to ride to town and get the doctor. His sister, Lily, had stepped on a rusty nail and it had caused blood poisoning. Allen loved his sister dearly and rode to town very fast. When he got home Spot was very hot and Allen gave him a pail of cold water, which made him very sick. After that Allen never gave Spot much cold water when he was hot. The White Bear. By Mildred Henriksen. Aged 13 Years, Route No. 1, Thurman, la. Red Side. Away in the cold north, where the ground is never free from snow, and where, even in summer, mountains of ice float about in the sea, lives the polar bear. His coat is of the thickest of fur and there is no cold severe enough no hurt him. Sometimes he catches a seal asleep GL1TTER1NQ BRILLIANTS OPENED tfDE ' i-:' ::V-wV-y her to associate the gift with the Melrose jewels until she noticed the necklace that the boy was wearing. As she looked at its glittering bril liants, her eyes opened wide. She slowly realized what she had stum bled on and hastening to the iceman Asked where he got them. Quite inc.ocently the man explained how he had found them that morning in his cart. When Helen offered to buy them from him for a $5-bill he almost collapsed. The trade was hur riedly consummated, lunch was for gotten, and Helen, wrapping up her amazing find was just starting with it for the office when she saw Webb coming down the platform. It was the work of a moment to call him aside, show him what she had and tell him how he still might save his position by returning these to Fryt A look Six Yean Old Tomorrow (April 23) : Name. School. Bomai, Alva W Farnam Smith, Elmer A Highland Seven Yean Old Tomorrow: Clark, Charles Saratoga Deutsch, Kenneth Lincoln Palmer, Nellie May Saratoga Robinson, Francis Lake Eight Yean Old Tomorrow: Day, Mabel Elvina., Cass Hartley, Harold C....Holy Angels Pycha, Frank Lincoln Nine Year's Old Tomorrow: Byers, Margarite Clifton Hill Donaly, Raymond Saratoga Dostal, Fred South Lincoln Fullen, . Norman Lothrop Holmstedt, Earl F. South Lincoln Miller, George.. Howard Kennedy Kicdmann, Margaret. .St. Joseph's on the ice or dashes after otie in the water. Sometimes he dives for fish and catches them, swift as they are. A dead whale affords him food enough to last for many days, and if animal food becomes scarce he finds some mountainside from which the snow is melted and there he feasts on berries, or, if he gets very hungry, he manages to make a meal of seaweed. He can swim in the water as fast as he can walk on the land, now float ing on the surface like a duck, and now diving under like a fish. I am a new Busy Bee and wish to join your merry circle. I have been a reader of the Busy Bees' page for quite a while. I must now close and leave room for the others, hoping to receive a prize book. Sammy and the Ghost. Halet Bell, Aged 12 Years, Genoa, Neb. Blue Side. Once upon a time there was a little negro boy whose ame was Sammy. He was very fond of pancakes, but he was very much afraid of ghosts. One day his mother promised him that she would make him some pancakes if he would get up early the next morning and go to the neighbor's and buy some lard in which to cook them. Johnny Jones knew that Sammy was afraid of ghosts and when he saw Sammy go by he thought he would have some fun. He dressed up in a sheet and cut holes for the eyes, nose and mouth. He then hid in the woods till Sammy came back. When Sammy was right by the side of him Johnny jumped out and yelled at him. He turned and began to run, Johnny right at his heels, yelling all the time. When Sammy was running his -fastest he stepped in a hole and broke his leg. Johnny was very sorry that he had tried to scare Sammy and said he would not try to scare any body again. Like Busy Bee Stories. By Lillian Beirle, Aged 14 Years, Da vid City, Neb., Route 4, Red Side. This is the first time I have writ ten to the Busy Bee page. I think these stories are very nice and I think everybody ought to appreciate them, especially the children. Larger folks ought to think they are nice, because some very small children write them. I go to school every day and am in the eighth grade. I took the coun ty examinations and passed in every one of them the first time. I go to himself and saying nothing about her part in the transaction. Webb, though feeling pretty blue, was too much of a man to take credit to himself for Helen's accidental good fortune. But Helen would not listen to his protes tations. She told him he must do as she said, if for no other reason than for his wife's sake. It was this plea that at last over came Webb's reluctance. Helen like wise declared she would bring him the wire-tapping apparatus. Unluck ily, just as she put the stolen coronet into Webb's hands, Burke passing along the platform caught sight of the two and saw what was going on. Con fident these jewels were the origi nals for which he had taken so des perate a chance, he hastened to tele phone and called up the pawnbroker: "I've found the jeVels. Get some roughnecks down to the station quick. We may get them back." The pawnbroker rushed out for a posse. Among others he picked up Buck Masters, and the party left for the station. Webb, waiting for Helen to return with the wire apparatus, was nervously pacing the freight plat form. The pawnbroker's worthies were already trailing him. They waited until he neared the open door of a boxcar and climbing inside through the opposite door they flung a rope around Webb's r.eck and be fore he could free himself dragged him into the car. Pressed for time, they had rot succeeded in finding the package on him when a truck drove up to unload the very car thev were in. The thugs dropped Webb into a big empty box and disapoeared. The truckmen soon reached Webb, in the box, upended him and deoosited him on the truck. Gagged and bound, he could not attract their attention, but to the amazement of the teamsters. Masters and his companions jumped up to the driver's seat, while the oth ers of the gang manned the running boards and prepared to steal the truck. Helen, anxious over the outcome of her innocent plot to save her chief. looking trom the omce window saw the bold move of the raiders. She reached the scene at the moment the truck was about to be ("riven off bv the conspirators. Stepping in front of it she ordered them to stop, but in stead of obeying. Masters' foot sunk on the accelerator, the truck leaped ahead, knocked Helen down and the heavy car passed over her. Heedless of the result. Masters, nutting on all sned. made away. Helen, almost miraculously unhurt, scrambled to her feet and hailed a policeman. Press ing an auto, he gave chase, but Helen, fearing he .would not overtake the thieves, sprang to a yard engine and summoning a bevy of switchmen, onened the throttle and das'ied down Ihe yard to cut the truck ofif if possi ble at the railroad crossinrr. . fF.nr! of Third Eoisodc.) the country school and live very close to the school. My birthday was the first of April and I fooled my sisters. I have four sisters but no brothers. My sisters' names are Mamie", aged fifteen; Viola, aged eleven; Helen, aged five, and the sweetest little blue-eyed baby, Bernice, jged two months. Well, I think this is long enough. 1 will write a longer letter next time. A Blizzard. By Edith Bucy, Aged 10 Years, De catur, Neb., R. F. D. No. 1. Blue Side. I am going to tell you about a bliz zard. One day the wind was blowing very hard and the snow was flying about rapidly. I made up my mind to go to school. Mamma said she would rather that I did not go, for I had to go alone. But she said I could go if I wrapped up well. ' I could barely see, but I didn't get very cold. There were six children in my room and two in the primary. We all got our studies and went home at 2 o'clock. When we started home it seemed to be warmer than it was in the morn ing, and all of the children who went north rode in a buggy. Both teach ers, my chum and I walked home. I I nan inree-quaricrs oi a mnc to go ami my teacner naa just a nttie tanner. My chum and her teacher had one half of a mile to go, but we 'got home all right. I I would like to have some of the I Busy Bees write to me and the read I ers also. I would be very glad to answer their letters. Hat Variety of Peta. By Rheva Warren, Aged 10 Years, Red Cloud, Neb. Red Side. This is the first time I have written to the Busy Bees. I want them to write to me and I will answer their letters. I have some squirrels, pigeons, pigs and a kitten and some fish. I like my kitten, which is very playful. We feed our squirrels peanuts and they hide them in the grass in our yard. We also have big Cottonwood trees and one of them is about eleven feet around. We have a very big yard. One of our squirrels died a short time ago and I buried it by one of our trees. I will write again soon. My Disappointment. By Stella Hindley, Aged 10 Years, Blair, Neb. Blue Side. One nice summer day as my sister I and I were playing in the yard we saw a little bird hopping along the fence. We thought we would like to have a pet bird in a cage, so we started to run after it. Soon we caught it and then my sis ter said "let us see if it will fly away." My sister put it on the green grass and it flew away as rapidly as a snake would have. This disappointed us and we never tried to catch a bird again. This is a true story. My Kittens. By Artemis Timberlake, Aged 11 Years. 2723 Meredith Avenue, Omaha, Neb. Red Side. I have two kittens whose names are Bub and Kitty Gray. Some morn ings Bub comes out to the sink and meowa until mother takes the wash basin, puts some water in it and washes his face. Then he goes away and is quiet. He is gray and whitt and my other cat is pure gray. I would be glad to hear from some of the Busy Bees. Tabby and Sonny. James P. Johnson, Aged 7 Years, 2215 South Ninth Street. Council Bluffs, la. Red Side. I have a big black cat which I call Sonnv." We call his mother Tabby. Tabby and Sonny catch mice and rats. I go to school, and my teacher s name is Miss Barrett. My brother is writing a letter, too. This is the first story I ever wrote. I hope to read it m the paper next Sunday. A Dutiful Writer. Evelyn Mauck, Aged 11 Years, Touhy, Neb., Ked aide. I like to read your stories and I would like to have some of you write to me. We must obey our parents, we must help our mother wash and dry the dishes, and "do unto others as you want them to do unto you." Helpful Busy Bee. By Joe C. Johnson, Council Bluffs, la., Red Side. I go to school and I like my teach er. I like to work, and I help my pzpa saw wood. I carry out the ashes and help mamma with the dishes, and I am going to help her make a garden and then sell the vegetables. Spring. By Pearl Hubbard, Aged 10 Years, Grafton, Neb., Red Side. The birds were singing And the bells were ringing; The red-breasted robin in the tree, Pat looking at you and me. The trees have buds. And the cows chew their cuds, And the little lass Said that cattle were eating green grass. The flowers are pretty And Mary loves them dearlj'; She picked them all From branch and wall. And the girl That had many curls. Paid she didn't like spring If the bells didn't ring. The First Easter Eggs. By Alice Rondesson. Aged 9 Years, 25t)5 Evans Street, Omaha. Red Side. How the first Easter eggs came I am sure you all know; They were supposed to have come From a bunny as white as snow. The children all see him When away lie gors For he is while all over Kxccpt tli c tip of his nose. The eggs came from a chicken ' Then the were cooked and dyed In t''eir pretty colo-s Just on the oubiJc.