THE OMAHA SUNDAY BEE: JULY 29. 1917.
"Th Nvaiertoj wifiThe Omaha Bees Busy Little Honey-Makers
(Novelized from the Pathe Serial of the Same Name, Bated on
Famous Novell of Mabel Herbert Urner.)
By JOSEPH
Tha Man Horace Kennedy
The Wtfe Mary Kennedy
Tha Woman Alone" Margaret Warner
Kennedy, though striving to be loyal to
bi wite, la In love with Margaret Warner.
Be runs lor congress, but his political ene
mies plot for his defeat Mary, fighting
to win back her husband, In a disguised
voice calls up Margaret's apartment to ask
It he la there.
CHAPTER XI.
"A Reckless Indiscretion."
The Story.
" "No one knows I'm here! There
must be some mistake. Wait." Ken
nedy took the receiver from her.
"Now ask again who's wanted."
Removing her hand from the
mouthpiece, Margaret forced her
Voice to steadiness.
' "I asked if Mr. Kennedy is there,"
came distinctly over the wire.
" "Say, I'm not here," he muttered,
flushing at the deception.
"Mr. Kennedy's not here," repeated
"Margaret, then quickly hung up.
When she turned from the tele-
"DO YOU RECOGNIZE THE VOICE?' ASKED . MARGARET, AND
KENNEDY NODDED. AS HE HEARD HIS WIFE INQUIRING
. FOR HIM.
phone Kennedy was standing before
the window, his back towards her.
"Yes, it was Mrs. Kennedy," he ad
mitted, without turning.
Through her own mortification
Margaret was wretchedly conscious
of his poignant humiliation. He
loathed lies and deceptions yet now
he was constantly forced into them.
How long would his love for her
withstand this corrosion? .
"Don't you see, dear, I was right?"
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iaucringiy. x u ucuci j awav
it s the only solution now.
"No, I can't give you up I won't,"
with passionate conviction.
And as his arms closed about her
Margaret was once more conscious
of her own defeating weakness.
It was with abject self-loathing
that Mary left the telephone after
calling up Margaret's apartment. She
had stooped to a subterfuge of which
six months before she would have
been incapable. Was her consum
ing jealousy undermining her self
respect? That her husband was there, she
now felt convinced. Yet his decep
tion was hardly more despicable than
her own.
To convict him she had stooped
to the cheapest trickery. If ever
she succeeded in winning back his
love it would not be by resorting to
auch methods.
It was after 12 wW ' .he came in.
She was Still in the'.orary feigning
absorption in a magazine. Though he
could not fail to see the light, she
heard him pass on upstairs.
With weary depression she went
up to her own room. Long after she
had turned out her light, the tran
som over his door glowed bright,' and
she could hear his restless walking
back afid forth.
What phase of their problem was
Be fighting out? She longed to go
to him, to sob out in his arms her
own heart-hunger, but the closed door
was a forbidding barrier.
it was at noon the next day, an
tmaccustomed hour, that Kennedy
again stood at the door of Margaret's
apartment. Her eager joyous greet
ing was checked by his grave unre
sponsiveness. ;
"What is it?" clinging to him.
"Something has happened?"
"I just saw McGill of tPfe Star.
He says Brady's got some of my let
ters. Letters to some woman, that
I wouldn't want published."
"Letters to some woman?" breathed
Margaret.
"There's no other woman in my life
-you know that." Then abruptly, "It
couldn't be my letters to you? You
always burned them?"
"No, I I couldn't 1 They meant
too much to me. But they're all
'here," unlocking a drawer in the
desk.
Then with a cry she shrank back,
the color ebbing from her face. Pet
rified she stared at the empty drawer.
"So Brady has them?" his voice was
rigid. .
"Oh, no no! It can't bel How could
he get them?" wildly, emptying out all
the other drawers in a frantic futile
search. '
"Those letters published will be an
interesting sidelight on the 'clean can
didate.' " Kennedy's laugh was mirth
lessly narsn. . t
the floor, her head on a chair.
He made no effort to comfort her.
For the first time he heard her sob
seemingly unaffected. Then when
finally she grew more quiet:
"It's not only my career, Mar
garetit's yours. Those 'letters pub
lishedwhat will it mean to you?"
"Oh, if only I'm. to suffer I
wouldn't care," recklessly. "But they'll
use them to defeat you! Is there no
way of. stopping it? If I went to
him?" eagerly. "If I made a per
sonal appeal?"
. "ItM rnv matrr matters unrsp"
with curt cruelty. Then abruptly, "I
can't stay longer now. I'll do what
I can and let you know."
"Oh, don't leave me like that! I
can't bear it I can't."
"I don't want to bp harsh. Marga
ret but -you'd better let r,;c go."
DUNN.
That was all. The next moment
he was gone.
In the tortured hours that followed
Margaret's mind leapt constantly to
Norwood. He had helped her once
before. Could he help her now? At
any cost she must avert the ruin of
the man she loved.
Who had taken the letters and
how? Her suspicions instantly en
circled the new hall boy. A few days
ago she had found him in her apart
ment confused, he had explained that
there was a smell of smoke and he
had come in through the fire-escape.
There had been no trace of smoke
and now she knew he had stolen the
letters that he was one of Brady's
tools.
Half an hour later, her reddened
eyes subdued by a close meshed veil,
Margaret was at Norwood's office, ex
citedly relating these facts.
"There's nothing I wouldn't do for
you, Margaret," he assured her. "You
know that If your happiness de
pends on getting back those letters
we must get them some way. I
know the chief of police person
ally." But Margaret feared the publicity
of putting it into the hands of the
police. That the letters t were from
Kennedy was the one point she had
withheld..
With some reluctance Norwood
yielded to her plan that they 'follow
Wilkins, the hall boy, tnat evening
when he went off duty. Though they
could not bribe Brady, they might
be able to bribe his tool.
At ten minutes of 8 they were wait
ing in Norwood's car before a private
residence, a few doors beyond Mar
garet's apartment. It was just 8
when the hall boy hurried by and took
a car at the corner.
Their driver, having been coached,
kept almost abreast the street car.
They had reached the outskirts of the
city before Wilkins got off. Turning
down a dimly-lit street, he entered
a small frame cottage. ,
Leaving their car at a discreet dis
tance, they approached the house. The
front was dark, but from under the
drawn shades of the side window
leaked a strip of yellow light. Un
heeding Norwood's whispering pro
test, Margaret followed him around
the house to the lighted window.
By stooping they could see under
the shade the back and shoulders of
two men at a table.
"Not on your life," gruffed an an
gry voice. "I'll give you five hundred
for the letters not a cent more!
That's all they're worth."
"It is, eh?" the laugh held a sneer.
"Well I guess you'll double that
or you won't get 'em."
"Wilkins' voice!" whispered Mar
garet, clinging quiveringly to Nor
wood's arm.
Then the sound of a pushed-back
chair and Wilkins moved in their
line of view. In his hand was the
ribbon-bound package of letters!
(To Be Continued.)
(Copyright, 1917, by Mabel Herbert Urner.)
Tires Always Will Be
Guaranteed, Says Nygaard
When asked if, in his' opinion, tires
would be always guaranteed,, Henry
Nygaard, of the Omaha Tire Repair
company, said: "Yes, in my opinion,
good tires will always be guaran
teed." Today, more than ever before, repu
table manufacturers are standing back
of the tires they make. It is impossi
ble for any tire company to dodge
responsibility for the service records
of its tires, and that is the last thing
that the Diamond Rubber company
wants to 'do.
Just as some men are known as
men of their ord, so Diamond is
known to back up its product to the
limit. So. it publishes broadcast the
statement that every Diamond tire
must deliver full value in service. If
ever a Diamond tire fails1 in this a
cheerful, willing adjustment will be
promptly made.
Ihc intention and ability of the Dia
mond Rubber company to make good
on this statement is never rightfully
questioned.
Scripps-Booth Wins Big
Road Race Held in Spain
Word has just reached the Scripps
Booth factory at Detroit that at the
race of the El Real Automobile Club
de Cataluna, of Spain, held in June,
Scripps-Booth won first, third and
fourth places.
Second place went to a well known
make of European car considerably
larger than the Scripps-Booth car.
The race was a road affair, 532 miles
in distance and there were more than
thirty entries.
Besides the Scripps-Booth entry of
three cars, there were two other
American cars entered, both of them
much larger than the Scripps-Booth.
One of these American cars fin
ished eleventh and the other fifteenth.
Among the well known foreign cars,
which were beaten by the Scripps
Booth were: Ben;:. Minerva, Lancia,
Bcrlicl and Hispano-Stiiza.
HOW many naturalists do we have among our Busy Bees? A great many,
let us hope, for people who know nothing about the life with which
every field and stream is teeming miss much of the beauty of the
great outdoors.
Do you know that the circular, bronze-colored little membrane on the
side of a frog's head is his ear?
' Did you ever watch a grasshopper breathe? Gently lift back his wings
and examine the tiny, delicate, white spiracles arranged in a row on each
side of his body. They expand and contract, and that is the grasshopper's
breathing. Take a tiny stick, and. holding the grasshopper between your
fingers, encourage him to bite at the stick with his mandibles or jaws. You
will be surprised at the resistance this frail insect offers. He will pull the
stick away from you unless vou hold it quite firmly.
Did you ever see a crayfish that had one large pincer and one small one?
He probably lost a pincer trying to capture prey and this small one grew on
in its place. What an advantage the old crayfish has! How convenient if
children, who are always stubbing a toe or cutting a finger, could mend as
easily, like the sugar-stick man in "The Bluebird," whose sweet fingers grew
right on again when broken off.
What boy has noticed the three kinds of feathers on his pigeons? Those
stiff outer feathers largely determine the form of the bird. The soft down
underneath keeps him warm and the slender filoplumes are those that feather
out only at the tip.
It is a great pity to see children afraid of harmless little animals like
oads, frogs and the great majority of insects. Of course, one may rightly be
ware of the poisonous spiders and of the two or three dangerous varieties of
snakes which exist in this state. But many shun beautiful, harmless little
creatures, whose habits of life will interest any child who carefully observe
them.
Let us hear what you have found out about the animals in your neigh
borhood, Busy Bees. Notice where they live, what they eat, and how they
care for their young, and send us the results of your investigations.
One little girl this week asked how she could become a member of the
Busy Bees. There is no requirement for joining the Busy Bees other than
writing a story for the page. If your story is printed, you may know by this
that you are a member.
The prize book this week was awarded to Lola Buckner of Red Oak, la.
Margaret Reis, Richfield, Neb., and Helen Crabb, 4016 North Thirty-fourth
street, Omaha, received honorable mention.
Itories
(Prize Story)
The Hungry Snake.
By Lola Buckner, Aged 12 Years, Red
Oak, la. Red Side.
This is the first time I have written,
but think your stories are fine.
One day while my two sisters and
little brother were playing in my
playhouse, I heard some blue jays
making an awful 'noise. I went to
wards the tree that the noise was
coming from and before I got very
far I saw a bull snake climbing tip
the tree. I told the rest that a snake
was climbing up the tree and then I
ran and got the rake to knock it
down. Papa was there when I got
back and the .snake was so high in the
tree that we could not reach him.
After a while" we saw a nest and
some little blue jays, but they were
not in the nest and could fly enough
to stay away from the snake.
Seeing that the snake could not
get them we went into the house to
eat dinner and before we were through
eating the bluejays stopped crying.
I was glad, for I do not like to hear
birds cry.
My Favorite Poet
By Eunice Hines. Age 11 Years.
Springfield, Neb. Blue Side.
This is the first time I have writ
ten to the Busy Bees page and I
wish to' join the blue side. I think
the Busy Bees' stories are very nice.
James Russell Lowell was a great
American poet. He was loved by
every one.
Mr. Lowell was born February 22,
1819, at Cambridge, near the Charles
river.
As he grew older he began to Jove
the birds and animals. He was also
alover of flowers. He liked to take
THE FATAL RING :-:
i Written by Geor jfe B. Stitz and Fred Jackson and Produced !
by Astra Film Corporation Under Direction of Mr. Seitz ' I
KPI80IIE NO. 4.
Pearl Statidish Pearl White
Nicholas Knox Earle Foxe
High Priestess Ruby Hoffman
Richard Caralake WarnerOland
Tom Carleton Henry Gsell
Pearl and Knox arrived at the
temple, and after explaining to the
watchman at the gate that they wens
bringing back the violet diamond, ob
tained entrance. 'A second Arab con
ducted them along stone corridors to
the temple proper, where a signal was
given' summoning the high priestess in
herfantastic robes of state.
Knox produced the ring and the dia
mond triumphantly, claiming more
than his share of the credit for iu
restoration. But once glance at the
stone convinced the Arab priest that
it was a counterfeit.
Believing that Knox had purposely
attempted to deceive them, the high
priestess grew angry and commanded
ihe book of judgment to be brought,
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By Little Folks
Rules for Young
Writers
1. Write plnlnly on one side nf the
paper only and number tha pares.
S. I'se pen and Ink. not pencil.
3. Short and pointed article will he
iriven preference. Do not use over 250
word.
4. Original stories or letters only will
be lined.
8. Writ jour name, ace and address
at the top of the first page.
A prize book will be given each week
fur the best contribution.
Address all communication to Chil
dren's Department, Omaha lire, Omaha,
Keb.
walks through the woods and watch
the birds working busily.
When Lowell became a man he
was married to a lovely young girl.
They spent a happy life at their home
called "Elmwood."
Mr. Lowell wrote many pretty
poems.
I will be glad to answer any letters
received from you, Busy Bees.
Wants to Join.
By Hazel Chambers, Powell, Wyo.,
Red Side.
I am a reader of the Busy Bee page
and would like very much to join
and be one of them.
I am 13 years old and will be in
high school next year.
I will close now.
(Honorable Mention)
The Heroic Dog.
By Helen Crabb. Age 10 Years.
4016 North Thirty-Fourth Avenue,
Omaha, Neb. Red Side.
Once upon a time there was a little
boy who had to go three miles to a
so that Pearl might be compelled to
sentence Knox for his trickery.
, The Arabs brought the book and a
steel pointer. Pearl was folded and
made to stick the steel pointer into
the book between any two pages. Re
luctantly, she assented. A number of
horrible punishments were described
on the page that Pearl had chosen, but
when urged to drag the indicator
along the page and so select one of
the punishments so enumerated Pearl
pointed out "Fifty lashes across his
back."
This punishment inflicted, the high
priestess bade her men apply the
green herbs to heal Knox's wounds, as
he had but one day left in which he
might restore the diamond.
As they left the temple, Pearl sug
gested that he rest and meet her
later at Prof. Wellington's house. The
professor an old friend of hers was
a scholar well versed in strange
languazcs. and Pearl intended him
LOOKS LIKE SPRING, BUT
QUITE HUMAN
if y' I
This little nymph, looking like
Spring incarnate, is really a very hu
man little girl, despite her fairy-like
habiliment. She is Ruth. Klveretta
Ketts. daughter of Mrs. James Betts,
512 North Twentieth street.
She is an artistic dancer and has ap
peared in public several times. Orien
tal dancs are her specialty, although
the costume in the picture is one she
wears in a Russian dance. She ex
pects to dance her way through life
and is preparing seriously for a career
in this beautiful art.
Ruth has brown hair, blue eyes and
a fair complexion.
She takes vocal lessons, is in the
sixth grade A class at school and is
13 years of age.
country school. His dog always went
with him and came for him in the aft
ernoon, so they could walk home to
gether. One cold, stormy day he started
home with his dog and he became so
cold that when he was crossing the
railroad track he stumbled, fell and
could not get up. The fast passenger
train would pass any minute, but he
did not think of it befttuse he was so
cold and sleepy. He curled up and
was going to sleep, but hit brave little
dog would not let him. The little
dog barked and jumped around and
at last began to pull at the boy's
clothes, in his effort to make him
get up.
When the train was coming the en
gineer saw some animal pulling at a
bundle on the track and stopped just
in time.
When the engineer jumped down
to see what was on the track, who
should be find but his own nephew
almost frozen to death.
He picked the boy and dog up, put
to read the inscription on the ring.
She had an idea that that might prove
a clue.
Prof. Wellington, however, after
one glance, threw the ring into the
fire and fled, in abject fear. Much
puzzled by this strange behavior,
Pearl and Knox carried the ring the
next morning to Ah Singh's shop in
Chinatown to have the , inscription
translated. Ah Singh also turned
white and fled in fear; but Carslake
arrived before Pearl and Knox could
make their escape and seek a transla
tion elsewhere.
Carslake turned out to be the real
owner of the shop, and he seemed
certain to obtain possession of the
ring. But Pearl got the idea, of tying
it to her dog's collar and command
ing the dog to go home.
This trick worked. The dog escaped
with the ring, and evaded capture,
though Carslake offered a reward
and got all Chinatown out in pursuit.
c
I them in the warm cab of his engine
I and going at full speed soon had the
hoy to town and where a doctor made
him well.
The little dog got a new collar with
a medal on it, besides a great deal of
! petting.
Write to me, Busv Bees.
(Honorable Mention)
Tommy's Goodness.
By Margaret Keis, Aged 11 Y.ais,
Richfield. Neb. Red Side.
There was once a small boy named
Tommy, He did not know what his
last name was. His parents were dead
and he did not have any nice home.
He lived in an old basement which a
kind old man let him use. He slept on
the floor and had at. old hard crust
of bread or anything that he could
find to eat. He sold newspapers.
One day he went out to sell papers.
He saw an old man, well dressed,
walking alon the street. Tommy
saw him put his hand in his pocket.
As he was taking his hand out of
his pocket a shiny piece of something
fell to the sidewalk. Tommy picked tip
the shiny piece and ran up to the old
man.
"Is this yours?" said Tommy.
"Yes," said the old man, "but keep
it, I have plenty more."
Tommy thanked him and ran on to
sell some papers.
As he was walking he saw a small
girl crying. ,
"What is the matter?" asked
Tommy,
"I am lost," answered the little girl.
"I will take you home," said
Tommy.
The little girl told Tommy where
she lived. . The father and mother
were very happy to find their little
girl. They found that Tommy wa
their long lost boy. So they kept him
with them. He was very happy ever
after.
School Earns Flag.
By Leslie Aaron Naimau, Aged 8
Years, Gilead, Neb., R. F. D. No.
1, Box 2. Red Side.
I am a new Busy Bee. I thought I
would write because my sisters are
writing. I go to the country school.
Our district number is seventy-four.
We have sl large silk flag at our
school. I will tell you how we got
it. The teacher sent for thirty but
tons. They cost 10 cents apiece. The
school children sold then. I took one
button.
I am 8 years old and live on a farm
of 160 acres. "I have three brothers
and five sisters. One of my brothers
is 21 years old. He enlisted in the,
medical corps.
My letter is getting long so I will
close. I wish some of the Busy Bees
would write to me. I would be glad
to answer their letters.
A Trip to the River.
By Marguerite Yeiser, Aged II Yeart.
R. F. D. 2, Box 5, Columbus,
. Neb. Blue Side.
One Sunday my sister and one of
my friends and I went down to the
river. We waded in the water. We
ran and splashed the water on each
other.
When we got out it was chilly.
Then we went back in and it felt
warmer, so we stayed in longer. The
water was not deep at all.
When it was time to get out, we
didn't want to leave, but we thought
FEATURING 1
PEARL WHITE
Angered at being outwitted again,
Carslake held Knok and sent Pearl
for the ring, threatening to kill Knox
if she failed to return, or if she ap
pealed to anyone for aid. Pearl was
returning disconsolately to her home
when she met the high priestess and
explained the situation. The high
priestess went back with her, and
through some strange power over the
Chinese servants, turned them against
Carslake.
Carslake, however, escaped them
by shooting two and fleeing through
a secret passage with Pearl.
She had just about given up hope
of rescue when Tom Carleton appear,
ed, and engaged Carslake in battle.
He had obtained his chief's permis
sion to cover the story of the violet
diamond, had followed Carslake and
had found his way into the passage
under ground. The fight had not
ended
' V
Six Years Old Tomorrow (July 30):
Name. School.
Andrews, Jean E Lake
Calvert, Ilalden Lincoln
Carlson, Alice M Miller Park
Day. Robert Foster Lothrop
Geoltel, Matthew St. Joseph's
Havens, Harry Willard. . . Farnam
Ireland, Ruth Corrine Lothrop
Mattis, Marian Vinton
Murphy, Donard.. Park
Quatrucio, Conjeti Mason
Thomson. Mary Clare Mason
Yillella, Mary St. Philomena
Seven Years Old Tomorrow:
Bednar, Mary South Franklin
Braude, Aaron Long
Clark, Thomas Heals
Fawcett, Phyllis Margaret. . .Lake
Harris, George Franklin
McCarthy, M. Claire Train
Rosewatcr, Seth W Columbian
Rosenberg, Joseph Long
Eight Years Old Tomorrow:
Almsteier, Albert St. Joseph's
Bun'ett, Alice Ruth Park
Byrne, Henry. ......... .St. Cecelia
Droste, Virginia Lothrop
Hughes. Margaret Alice. Columbian
Luse, Orville Lincoln
Nine Years OW Tomorrow:
Bazar. Joseph St. Francis
Coats, Gilbert Train
Frankeberger, Norenc. . . . Saratoga
Johanck, James.. .'. .Comenius
Peterson, Bernicc Druid Hill
Ritchey, Idella. .Howard Kennedy
Rishting, Chester Windsor
Schmadleusky, Arthur. So. Lincoln
Thomas, Lorene Colombian
Vampola, Emil Brown Park
we might catch a cold. When we
were all dressed we washed our bath
ing suits. 1 left mine. I left to get
a towel and when I went back my
bathing suit was gone. I found it a
long way off. We got it and hung
our clothes on the line to dry. Then
we went home. This was the best
time we ever had. ,
School Exhibit at Blair.
By Christena Heisc, Aged 11 Years,
Fort Calhoun, Neb., Box 48.
Red Side.
One day this spring the Washing
ton county superintendent gave an
exhibit and spelling contest at Blair.
One of the girls from our school was
in the contest, but she did not win
a prize. The prizes that were given
were a $15 and a $10 gold medal Both
girls won the prizes. I did hot know
their names. .:.)'.
Well, as I have told you about the
contest, I will tell you a little about
the exhibit Every school in Wash- (
ington county was to have work
shown that was done by the school
pupils. , ,
From our school we had drawings
and painting of all kinds, booklets,
tatting and crochet lace, a log house,
chairs, beds and tables, made of corn
stalks. We also had the three bears
and Goldie Locks, made of paper,
Goldie Locks' hair was of corn silk.
A flag was given the school which
had the best work, and our school
won it. We pupils surely were proud
to think we had the best work.
I think this will, be all for this time,
as I am a new writer. I hope to win
a prize. ' ,
How I Spent the Fourth.
Eunice Stanley. Aged 12 Years.
Fullcrton. Neb. Blue Side.
In the mornintr we were at home
until 11 o'clock. Then we went to
my cousin's house and went to the
river for dinner. Afterwards we fished,
and then took our supper and went to
the Point.
We did not stay there long because
there were so many down there, to
we went back to the place where we
were for dinner and sat there awhile.
Then we went to Lone Trees and had
supper. " '
Afterwards we came home and I
watched the fireworks. My brother
had some fireworks at home and papa
and I shot them off. " ' -'
The Pet Dickie Bird.
By Lyle Baird, Aged 11 Years, Wol
bach, Neb. Red Side.
We have a pet bird which is very
cute. He is tame and when we let
him out of his cage he flies about the
room. His name is Dickie.
One day grandma set a rocking
chair down on him, which pulled, all
his tail feathers out and almost broke
his leg. He is all right now.
This is my first letter to the Busy '
Bee page.
1 would like to be a Busy Bee and
belong to the Red side. I will write
again some other time. I read the
Busy Bee page( every Monday.
Hunting Birth.
By Marguerite Brady, Aged 10 Yean,
Kimball, Neb. Blue Side.
My friend and I in the evenings
and mornings go to the creek about
6 or 6:30. When we go we hunt for
birds.
One morning we saw a bobolink
and it was eating some wheat. We
thought it would be scared, but it
wasn't and it pretended not to see us.
That morningk we saw fifteen differ
ent birds.
Some time I want you Busy Bees
to write to me.
Has Received Diploma.
By Marjorie Dickson. Aged 12 Years
O'Neill, Neb. Blue Side.
I wonder how many of the Busy
Bees have tried for the students' cer
tificate of Palmer Method of Business
Writing. I received my diploma and
was very glad to, as it takes lots of
time, work and energy.
A Patriotic Member.
By Lloyd Petygrone, Red Side.
This is the first time I have ever
written to the Busy Bee page I
read the stories and like them very
much, but I think it is about my turn
to write.
I am 13 years of age. I thought
that the Busy Bees would like a poem
I wrote. I would like to see it in
print.
OUR COUNTRY'S FLAG.
Our Flaft today Is mounted .high,
We wau.-h the blue against the sky.
And all our land salute and cheer
Our Flag stands out with colors clear.
But war must come with all Its (loom.
And o'er this country now must loom,
To stain the red, the white, the blue.
With blood of countrymen so true.
Ths dove of peace will come once, more;
We welcome her at every door;
And let our Flag forever fly
Against the blue, within ths sky,
