fHE OMAHA SUNDAY BEE: APRIL 22. 1917.
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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
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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.
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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 '
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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.
