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THE OMAHA SUNDAY BEE: NOVEMBER 11. 1017.
Special Page for The Omaha Bee's Busy Little Honey-Makers
The Jack Rabbit Family
and Thieving Coyotes
I By FRANCES CONNOR.
Thump thump thump!
Far under the ground came the thumping of Jack Rabbit.
He was signaling to his family and the other rabbits around that danger
was abroad and for eve'y one of fliem to use their eyes, ears and legs
whenever thev left their nomes.
Sh-s-s, little children," said Mrs. Jack Rabbit; "listen carefully and make
no noise. 1 will tell you what he is saying wf en I learn tyis message.
Thump thump thump thump thump thump, and so on,
until Mrs. Rabbit had read it all; then she repeated to the quiet little rabbit
children what their father had told her in the message.
A family of coyotes have moved into a cave nearby and they look
hungry; every one must watch carefully or they ;will make Mr. Coyote a
good meal." ,
Jack Rabbit had been enjoyingfhe freedom of the country, running and
'leaping over the prairie, slipping into the farmers' gardens, taking a few
bites of their lovely melons, a bite of lettuce or anything that struck his
fancy, when suddenly, quite a distance away, he saw something move not
much just enough to tell Jack Rabbit that it was not the ground, but some
animal, and it must be a coyote, he was so still and quiet. Just the way a
coyote acts when stalking some poor, unsuspecting smaller animal that he
thinks would make a good meal. i
"So," thought Jack Rabbit, "we are no longer safe, not even for a
moment, hrthere are coyotes about, for they hide and when we are out
foraging for food, they watch and will jump out and catch and eat us."
He ran out of danger just as fast as he could. When he got far enough
away, so the coyote could not catch him, be began signalling his family and
Did Not Leave Their Homes.
Deep and hollow came the thumping; so far-reaching was the sound that
hundreds of rabbits got the message. All the mother rabbits told their chil
dren rabbits and the father rabbits told their families.
So they were all cautious anaV did not leave their homes when Mr.
Coyote was about. He became very discouraged and said to himself, "There
must be rabbits around somewhere, but they probably know lam looking
for them and will not come out, lest I catch them. Perhaps I bad better
steal a chicken from some farmer. They are easy to get:"
That very night Mr. Coyote stole a chicken from a farmer close by and
was jubilant over 6uch a very simple and easy trick.
But when the farmer learned of it he was furious, and said: (
"There has been a measly coyote around here and caught one of my
fine chickens. I will fix that coyote. If he comes again he will stay here or
lose a foot."
He straightway set a trap.
All the next day Mr. Coyote had a lovely time. He did not hunt, but just
slept, yawned and waited for the dark, so he could go to the farmer's and get
another nice, easy meal.
But a thief has short joy.
When he went to the farmer's nenhouse, so sure was he that he could
run away with a fine fat herfthat he was not cautious.
Something had hold of his foot.
He was frightened and in an awful rage.
What could this awful thing be, that' had km by the foot .and would
not let go, and that djd not mind how much he bit it?
He pulled and, pulled.
His foot pained frightfully, but he could not get loose. He nearly howled
in his misery, but, of course, that would never do. The farmer' would hear
mm ana come our. ana snooi mm or ao soineining xerriDie.
Soon, in sheer desperation, he bit his foot right out of the trap.
Once free of it, he ran home as fast as he could and said to Mrs. Coyote:
"We must leave this part of the country; the rabbits are scarce and there
are so many farmers with their terrible traps that it is safe here no longer."
Thieves in the Night.
So they left their new home like the thieves they were, in the quiet of
n'ght., - : A ".
All this time Mr. Jack Rabbit had been watching the coyotes, tor lie was
worried; he knew wher.e they lived and watched them every day.
Soon he noticed they were not coming out of their den as much 89 they
had been doing and wondered about it. .
He watched for two or three days and saw not a sign of. them.
Then he decided to go a little closer to see if .they were Still there, and
when he came near enough he found the scent was several days old. He
grew very bold. He even got between the wind and their cave, so that if
the coyotes were really there they would smell him and come out after him.
But they did not come, so he went straight into their cave and found
they had been gone sometime..
Thump thump thump he sent a message to all the rabbits, saying:
"The thieves have gone; we are safe once more. Let's all come out and
So the rabbits had a jubilee and the thieving coyotes had to slink away
nd find another home. ,
Little Stories-By Little Folks
How I Helped Mother. '
Frances Bell Aged 11 Years, Osceola,
Neb., Red Side.
One" Saturday mother went up
town. She left me to do the work.
I first did all the breakfast dishes.
Then I swept the floor and got things
readv f.r mopping. First I thought I
would mop and then I decided I
would scrub on hands and knees.
After I had scrubbed I sat down
ind started to read. I read until 9
A o'clock and then I got up and ordered
' some meat from the butcher shop.
At 10 o'clock I set the table and
pealed the. potatoes. 1 put the po
tatoes on "at 11 o'clock. At 11:30 I
Vied the meat and got dinner.
When my mother came home she
"You are a real little housekeeper."
A Halloween Scare.
Lois Waite, Aged 9 Years, Rosalie
. Neb., Blue Side.
A year ago, on Halloween night.
Oh, I had such a terrible fright!
A horrible, grinning, shining face "
Walked dowri the hill and up to our
Peeped in at the window, and knocked
at the door.
I was sc fr.ghtened, I fell on the
But Grandma laughed, and said "My
Don't yi'J know that you have noth
ing to fear?
It is but a pumpkin face, bright and
Carried around by some little fellow.
He does it to frighten the girls and
It help to add to the Halloween
The Ginger Bread Man.
By Emma Hubert. Aged 11 Years,
Hampton, Neb., Red Side.
Once there was a little old man and
a little woman who lived in a little
old house, They were always very
lonesome, so one day the little old
woman made a gingerbread man, then
she put him in the oven. After she
had read the newspaper awhile she
' looked in the oven and the ginger
bread man was done. As quick as she
! opened the oven the gingerbread man
jumped out of the oven and ran
out of the house. The man and wo
man ran after him but could not
catch him. The gingerbread man was
just passing a fence where a horse
0 was eating. 'When the horse saw
i him he ran after him and the ginger
'1 , bread man ran away as fast as he
could. After he had run a long time,
he grew tired and passing a barn he
looked in and saw s"ome men. One,
man said "I 'can smell some ginger
bread." And as he looked around he
saw the gingerbread man looking in
at the door. All the men ran after
bim and the gingerbread man said
"you can't catch me, I'm a ginger
bread man?' The men ran after him,
but they could not run as fast as he
Could. Later, in the day he sat on a
stone and rested. His shoes were
nearly worn out and he said to him
self, "I wonder what the little old
man and woman would say if they
saw me." By and by a fox came walk
ing along the road. When he saw
the gingerbread man he began to run
after him and the gingerbread man
ran along the road until he came
to a wide stream. The fox said to
him, "I will carry you across, get on
my back." So the gingerbread man
got on his back and as the water grew
higher the fox said "get on my head,"
and the gingerbread man did as he
was told and the fox snapped at him
and bit off his leg, and after a
while he ate him and that was the
! end of the gingerbread man.
The Last of Old Shep. I
By Fern Russel, Craig, Neb. Red
Grandpa had a dog named Shep.
Shep was awfully cross. He was not
cross wil'.i my grandma and my
aunts. When my grandpa and my
uncle would come near he would
growl at them. One day my uncle
picked up a stick and Shep took him
down. Grandma heard him holler, but
she was too busy, and did not go to
see what he wanted for a while.
When she found him Shep had him
down and would not let him up.
After that every time my uncle would
pick up a stick Shep would take him
down. Once when grandpa and
grandma went to town my uncle got
his gun and went to the hay field a
short way from the house and climbed
up a willow tree that grew along the
creek and called Shep. When Shep
came to the tree my uncle shot him,
and that's the last of old Shep.
Mary's Birthday Party.
By Bfanche Lindholm, Aged 11 Years,
Box IS, Osceola, Neb. Blue Side.
October 24 was Mary McBeth's
birthday. She wanted to have a
birthday party very bad. Her mother
always said, ."no," when Mary asked
Mrs. McBeth had written out some
invitations for a surprise party on
All the children came about 7
o'clock for it was a real nice night.
Mary just had on an apron and that
was dirty. When they came she was
so surprised that she didn't know what
to do. She said to her mother, "Why,
mamma, you told me I couldn't have
any birthday party." "1 know," said
her mother, "but you asked me so
many times that I thought I would
have a surprise for you. For you have
never had a surprise party in your
life." "When your birthday comes I
will give you something better than
a surprise party."
When the children had eaten their
lunch and played some games thev
told Mary they had a very nice time.
When they got home it was about 9
A Mistake. ,'
By Anna Pershe, Aged 11 Years, 3209
T Street, South Side, "Omaha,
Once upon a time there lived a
family of poor people.
There were five girls and four boys.
Their father was dead and they had
One day they got a letter from
far away, and it said the mother had
One day after she went Margaret
said, "lits make a cake for supper
"All right, but what do you put in?"
Then Margaret said, "oh I know
first you put in the eggs, then the
sugac, then the butter, then the milk,
then the flour, and then you mix it
and put it in the oven.
They did all that and then put it
in the oven.
They were waiting for it to get
done very gladly.
At last Margaret took it out and
said, "what is the matter with this
Then they thought what they put
.At last Helen said, "Oh I know
what, we did not put any baking
powder in it."
They all laughed and when their
mother came home they told her
They gave it to the chickens and
said: "We never will do it again."
By Esther Page, Aged 12 Years, Har
risburg, Neb. Red Side. ,
Once a friend and I went to an old
.haunted house. I do not think it is a
haunted house. Well, we went bravely
in the door that stood open by the
people that had left it open in their
fight Jo get away. We went up the
stairs and I thought I heard a noise,
So I stopped, but it was nothing but
a niniisp W saw a licht and went
toward it. We saw it came fron a
room by the window, so we went
slowly and peeped in. We saw three
ghosts and one of them said, "I saw
three girls jdowri stairs. Let us go
down and scare them."
So when we heard that, we went to
a corner and stood still. By and by the
tVirpp crhnsts went downstairs.
So we sat down and took off our
shoes and went down stairs and
climbed in an old book cupboard that
stood by the stairs. The door to the
old book cupboard had two big cracks
in it so-ve could look out and see the
ghosts and hear what they said.
After a while the ghosts said all to
gether, "I guess they are gone and we
did not get to scare them after all."
Then we went up stairs and we
climbed out of the book cupboard,
went out of th door and put on our
stockings and shoes, and called out,
"What stupid things ghosts are," and
we went home and went to bed and
forgot about the ghosts until morn
ing. I hope to see my letter in print.
The Cat Family.
By Virginia Ann Shnmpton, Aged 8
Years, Ainsworth, Neb.
Once there 'was a cat who had four
little kittens. m '
And once they were invited out to
dinner. They were invited to Mrs.
Cat's mothers' house.
At last the great day came and Mrs.
Cat and her four kittens put on. their
Sunday frocks and off they went.
They walked and walked till they
came to a large cave.
A man and his little boy had been
following them and they went in the
Soon they came to a very small
cave and the man and his little boy
could not get in, so they waited out
side till the cats came from the feast.
Then the man and little boy fol
lowed the cats to the cats' home.
And the father, grabbing the mother
cat, gave it to his little boy. Then the
man carried the four little kittens
home. When they got home the little
boy played and played with them.
Days and days after that the old
grandmother came. She had gone out
walking, but she walked so far that
she came to town. And the little boy
kept her and they all lived happily
By Eleanor M. Kirk, Aged 10 Years,'
Stockham, Neb. Red Side.
This is the third time I have writ
ten to this page and I always enjoy
it very much. And so I will tell you
of one of my experiences in fishing
One day last summer my brother,
James, and I went fishing to catch
some fish for my aunt, who was visit
ing at our home at that time.
We ate some wild raspberries on
the way, which tasted very good td us.
When I was baiting my hook and
the tine was stretched across the cow
path two dogs ran into the line, caus
ing the hook to run into my finger.
My brother tried to get it out, but he
could not succeed, so he cut the line
and we then came home for papa to
Papa and James had to cut some of
my flesh with the razor, as it was
sharper than our knives, but they
soon pulled the hook out.
My finger soon "healed, but my ad
vice to anyone who is baiting his fish
hook is to be always on the lookout
. A Stray Cat.
Mable Johnson, Aged 11 Years,
This is' the second time I have
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thought I would write again. I was
VfV Orl 1 A trf-t c If in nrinf
There is not any school this week1
on account of scarlet fever and teach
I will tell you about a pet cat.
One time when nvy father was rid
ing along in a wagon he heard a little
cat. He looked back and saw one.
It was trotting by the side of the
wagon. Papa stopped the wagon. He
got out of the wagon and picked the
little cat up. It has stayed with us
Along the Platte River.
By Howard Anderson, Aged 10 Years,
2409 South Eleventh Street.
Along the Platte river there is a
camp called the Yellowstone Gun
club. The house has a porch all
screened in. There is also a large
kitchen and a sleeping rooai, and it
has beds like a Pullman sleeper with
upper and lower berths. And there
is a telephone in the house, and a sink
and a pump in the kitchen. The ice
house is about 100 feet from Jhe house
where ice is kept all through the sum
mer. In the summer the people go out
there for a vacation. Sometimes we
go out there and stay a week and go
fishing and swimming. They have a
boat there and my brother and I row
out on the sand bar and play around.
In the fall the men go out there and
hunt ducks. I like to go out there
every summer and am sorry when it
is time to go home.
' When I Went Visiting.
By Georgia Zorn, Aged 12 Years,
Harrisburg, Neb. Red Side.
Dear Little Busy Bee: This is the
first time I ever wrote to you. I
want to be on the Red Side.
I will write you a short story now.
The name of my story is "When I
Went Visiting." ,
I was 10 years old and mamma and
I vent to see Aunt Ethel and Uncle
Johnny and my cousins.
It-was very cold and there was a
heavy snow, so I and my cou
sins went to the hills to coast and we
had a sled that you could steer with
your hands. We ali got on and started
to coast down and we got fast on a
tree and could not get loose so I got
off and pulled the sled loose and little
Kenneth fell off and rolled down to
the bottom. But Elmer held to the
tree so he would not fall and he held
the sled and I went down and got
Kenneth and we all went to the house.
This is a true story.
A Busy Bee. '
By 'Helen Heald, 502 North Cherry
Street, Creston, la. Blue Side.
Dear Friends: I was glad to receive
the interesting book which you sent
me, and thank you very much. I will
write another story some time. I like
to read the stories the other Busy
Bees write. I would like to have the
Busy Bees write to me. We have a
small kitten now. It's a Maltese cat.
Young Knitter and Red
Cross Worker of State
mtf -:4 I Llotii
Gall Lloyd, not yet 9 years old, is
one of the youngest knitters in the
state. She has made several scarfs for
Uncle Sam's men and what is more,
has furnished a good example to her
elders by her industrious knitting.
"It isn't a bit of fun, though, to knit
for a soldier J won't ever see. I wish
I could know the one who will wear
this scarf. But I want to do my 'bit'
so none of our soldier boys will suf
fer from the cold," she said.
Gail has seen a lot of this -broad
country of ours and will see more.
Her home was originally in San Fran
cisco, but her family is moving to
New York. In the meantime, Gail is
visiting Mrs. H. C. Booker in Gothen
burg, Neb. Gail helps Mrs. John H.
Walsh, the Red Cross superintendent
there, with her work.
Six Years Old Tomorrow (Nov. 12) :
Christiansen, Erna Marie. Belvidere
Foley, Henry Lake
Merrill. Gwendolyn E. Central Park
Wigton, Robert S Castelar
Seven Years Old Tomorrow:
Davorlk, Charley Brown Park
Gwynne-Vaughan, Ernest Fill
Tanak, Albert. Windsor
Janak, Frank Windsor
McKnie, Marian Ann.. Park
Merritt, Dclores- Saratoga
Marik, John Train
Zarkowsky, Marcella. . . .West Side
Eight Years 01dTomorrow:
Chleborad, Beat.... St. Wenceslaus
flansen, Alfred Edwin Beals
lartman, Frank Mason
Uzdawinis, William -West Side
Nine Years Old Tomorrow:
Barna, Mary Highland
Brink, Evelyn. Belvidere
Edney, Mary St. Cecelia
Phalen, Leo Philomena
Sanderfeld, Margaret... . . . .Lincoln
Sherman, Minnie- West Side
' The Poet 8 Corner
When War Shall Be No More, v
By Lloyd Pettygrove, Oxford,1 Neb.
It was only a few short days ago,
In this great space of time,
When an epemy gun spoke long and
low ' ,
Along the battle line.
A dark storm cloud and a stirring
drum, ' s
Woke nations from their sleep;
And all mankind, both bright and
Hear the call from out the deep.
Our nation's in thewar, you know;
We're fighting with all our might;
We're fighting for one star, that of
, For freedom and the right.
And when the wall of war shall fill,
Letting in old Freedom's light .
There's but one form that stands for
Liberty and the right.
November. v -By
Cinderetta Guthmann, Aged 12
Years, Plainview, Neb. Blue Side.
The hills were gold and purple,
And' shone with every hue; ; .
But the flowers at last. are fading,
And the chestnut leave are, too.
And the children scamper to and fro,
Catching the chestnuts as they fall, .
And their pails are brimming o'er
As they pass the school house door.
I THE FATAL RING :-: :-: :-: pISHe
Written by George B. Seitz and Fred Jackson and Produced
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KriSODE NO. 19.
Peart btanubh . Pearl Whit
High prlrafBi Ruby Hoffman
Richard Caralake Warner Olanrt
Tom CarleLon ..Henry Gsell
Carslake's assistant, hidden behind
the porticrres. covered Pearl with his
revolver, while Carslake prepared to
escape from the room with the dia
mond. But as he ws about a depart
the husband of the woman in 'negli
Carslake's assistant attempted to
cover him as well as Pearl and the
other woman, but the newcomer
seized the revolver and twisted it back
out of the way. At the same instant
Pearl leaped upon Carslake and
knocked his weapon out of his hand.
Both she and Carslake struggled for
it, but she got it, and started to es
cape. The master of the house,' how
ever, was disinclined to permit this.
tie telied his man and turned to de
tain Pear). Carslake also started after
her, buf she tore down the portierres
and enveloped both the master of the
house and Carslake in the folds.
Again she attempted to escape, but
this time Carslake's assistant inter
fered. He knocked her head against
the mantel, just as Carslake extri
cated himself from the portierres and
knocked the master of the house out.
Carslake and his ''assistant started
for the roof. Pearl, recovering, fol
lowed them. And Tom and the
Spider, awaiting Pearl up there, cut
them off. After a tremendous battle
Carslake was forced to throw himself
down through a glass skylight in or
der to escape the Spider's knife and
his assistant was hurled by Tom off
the edge of the roof. Some clothes
lines broke his fall and he was little
hurt, but Carslake was badly cut.
To add to his ill humor, lie had
come away with the end of Pearl's
hatpin instead of the diamond. She
had the diamond.
Arrived at his room, Carslake found
an old lady there, waiting. She
proved to be the Spider in 4's8U'se
the Spider armed with a pistol that
squirted vitriol. Unable to face such
a weapon, Carslake yielded up the set
ting. The High Priestess and her Arabs
turned up immediately afterward,
only to learn that Pearl had the dia
mond and the Spider the setting. In
meir disappointment iney attemptea
to rid themselves forever of Carslake
by drugging him and turning on the
gas. However, his landlady smelled
ft in time to save him.
The Arabs went to Pearl's home,
where they forced an entrance, se
cured the diamond, and gagged and
bound both Pearl and Tom, after
locking the servants in a cupboard.
From his den, in a crystal maze
underground, the Spider had sent
Pearl a note by a newsboy named
Jasper, telling her that he had the
.setting. Jasper and the note arrived
while the Priestess was in possession,
and forsing the boy to tell where the
Spider was, the Priestess left him
bound, too, and set off with her men
for the Spider's retreat.
Jasper untied Pearl's wrist bonds
with his teeth, thus enabling her to
free them all. Then they set out for
the mirror maze. Carslake also went
that way in search of the Spider.
All were lost in the web of many
reflections, but eventually found their
way to the center where a big fight
took place. The Spider, Tom and
Pearl were knocked out. Jasper "was
shot ; '
The Priestess and her men, recover
ing both diamond and setting, started
for Arabia, leaving one of tbetf
number to guard the exit and make
sure that no one escaped. Carslake '
escaped, however, and followed them. .
Pearl, Tom and the Spider recov
ered and attempted to leave the place,
but as Pearl stepped into the open
air the Arab on guard fired upon her.
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