OMAHA SUNDAY t BEE: DECEMBER 2, 1917.
Special Page for The Omaha Bee's Busy Little Honey
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Tip Has Wonderful Experience
With Marveloai Power of
Life; Old Mombl Danced
All Around Him.
After considering the matter care
fully, Tip decided that the best place
to locate Jack would be at the bend
in the road, a little way from the
house. So he started to carry hit man
there, bat found him heavy and rather
awkward to handle. After dragging
the creature a short distance Tip
stood him on hia feet, and by first
bending the joints of one leg and then
those of the othr at the same time
pushing from behind the boy man
aged to induce Jack id walk to the
bend in the road. It was not accom
plished without a few tumbles, and
Tip really worked harder .than he
ever had in the field or forest; but a
lore of mischief urged him on, and it
pleased him to test .the cleverness of
Iris workmanship.
"Jack's all right, and works fine!"
be said to himself, panting with the
unusual exertion. . But just then he
discovered the man's left arm had
fallen off in the journey; to he went
back to find it, and afterward, by
whittling a new and atouter pin for
the shoulder joint, he repaired the in
jury to successfully that the arm was
stronger than before. Tip also no
ticed that Jack's pumpkin head had
twisted around until it faced his back;
but this was easily remedied. When,
' at last, the man wal set up facing the
turn in the path where old Mombi
was to. appear, he looked natural
enough to be a fair imitation of a
Gillikin . farmer ind unnatural
enough to startle anyone that came
on him. unawares. 7
Al it was yet too earl in the day
, to expect the old woman to return
home, Tip went down Into the valley
below the farm house and began to
gather nuts frefm the trees that grew
. there , -
However, old Mombl returned
earlier than usual. She had met a
crooked wizard who resided in a
lonely cave in the mountains, and had
traded several important secrets of
magic with him. Having in this way
secured three new recipes, four magi
- cal powders and a selection of herbs
of wonderful power and potency, she
. hobbled home as fast as she could, In
- order to test her new sorceries,
So Intent was Mombi on the treas
ure! she had gained that when she
turned the- bend in the road and
caught a glimpse of the man, she
merely nodded and said!
,'uooo evening, sir, ,
tBut, a moment after, noting that
- the person did not move Or reply, she
cist a shrewd glance into his face and
discovered his pumpkin head elabo
rately tamd by Tip's jack knife.
"Hehr ejaculated Mombi, giving a
sort of grunt; "that rascally boy has
been playing tricks again I Very
good! - ve ry good! I'll beat him
btsck and blue for trying to scare me
to this fashion!": ;
Angrily she raised her stick to
smash in the grinning pumpkin head
.. of the dummy;, but a sudden thought
made her pause, the uplifted stick left
motionless in the air, f
"Why, here is a good chance to try
nw new poWderl" said she, eagerly.
"And then I can tell whether that
crooked wizard has fairly traded se
crets, or whether he has fooled me as
wickedly as I fooled him.
So she set down her basket and be
gaa . fumbling in it for one of the
precioui powders she had obtained.
While Mombi was thus Occupied
Tip strolled back, with his pockets
lull of nuts, and discovered the old
woman standing beside hit man and
apparently not the 1
by ft. .
, At- first he was greatly disappoint
ed; but the next moment he became
curious to know what Mombl was go
ing to do. So he hid behind a hedge,
where he could see without being
ieen, ana prepared to watch.
After eome search the woman drew
from her basket an old pepper box,
upon the faded label of which the
wixard had written with a lead pencil:
"Powder of Life."
"Ahhere it IsT she Cried, joy
, fully. "And now let us see if it is
potent ,The stingy wiiard didn't
give me much of it, but I guess there's
mough for two or three doses."
Tip was much surprised when he
ovsrbeard this speech. Then he saw
old Mombi raise her arm and sprinkle
the powder from the box over the
pumpkin head of his man Jack. She
did this in the same way one would
pepper a baked potato, and the pow
der sifted down from lack's head and
scattered over the red; shirt end pink
waistcoat and purple trousers Tip had
dressed him in, and a portion even fell
upon the patched and worn shoes.
Then, nuttin the Denser box hM
Into the basket Mombl lifted her left
hand, with its little finger pointed up
ward, and said!
' Weattgft, . ,
Then the lifted her right hind, with
the thumb pointed upward, and said:
. Teanghl '
Then the lifted both hands, with all
the fingers and thumbs spread out,
. and cried: .
y . "Peaugh!"
' Jack Pumpkinhead. stepped back a
1 ' pace at this and said in reproachful
voice j - .
"Don't yell like thatl Do you think
I'm deal?
Old Mombi danced around him.
, . iran at wiin aengni.
"He "lives!" she screamed. "He
Uvea! he lives!"
Then she threw her stick into the
air and caught it as it came down;
- . and she hugged herself with both
arms and tried to do a step of a jig,
and all the time she repeated, rap
turenilyt , .. . .
He livest he lives J he lives!"
Now you may well suppose that
Tip observed all this with amazement
At first he was so frightened and
horrified that he wanted to run away,
but his legs trembled and shook so
badly that he couldn't. Then it struck
him as a very funny thing for Jack
to come to life, especially as the ex
pression on his pumpkin face was so
droll and comfcal it excited laughter
on the instant. So, recovering from
his first fear, Tip began to laugh; and
the merry peals reached old Mombi's
ears and made her hobble quickly to
the hedge, where she seized Tip's
collar and dragged him back to where
she had left her basket and the pumpkin-headed
man.
"You naughty, sneaking, wicked
boy!" she exclaimed, furiously; "I'll
teach you to spy out my secrets and
to make fun of met"
"I wasn't making fun of you," pro-
-OLD MOMBI DANCED AROUND HIMw
tested Tip. "I wal laughing at old
Pumpkinheadl Look at him I Isn't, he
a picture, though?"
l'l hope you are
not reflecting on
my personal appearance," said Jack;
and it was so funny to hear hit grave
voice, while his tace continued to
wear its jolly smile, that Tip again
burst into a peal o laughter. t
Even Mombl was not without
curious interest in the man her magic
had brought to life; for, after (taring
at him intently, she presently asked:
'"What do you know?" t -"Well,
that is hard to tell,' replied
Jack. "For although I feel that I
know a tremendous lot, I am not yet
aware how much there is in the world
to find out about It will take me a
little time to discover whether I am
very wise or very foolish."
"To be sure," said Mombi, thought
fully.
"But what are you going to do with
him, now - he Is alive?'7 asked Tip,
wondering..-
"I must think it over," answered
Mombi. "But we must get home at
once, tor it is growing dark. Help
the Pumpkinhead to walk."
"Never mind me," said Jack; "I can
walk a) well as you can. Haven't I
got legs and feet, and aren't they
jointed?"
"Are they?" asked the woman, turn
ing to Tip.
"Of course they are; I made 'em
myself," returned the boy, with pride.
So they started for the house; but
when they reached the farm yard old
M6mbi led the pumpkin man to the
cow atable and shut him up in an
empty stall, fastening the door se
curely on the outside.
"I've got to attend to you, first,"
ahe taid, nodding her head at Tip.
Hearing this, the boy became un
easy; for he knew Mombi had a bad
and revengeful heart and. would not
hesitate to do any evil thing.
They entered the house. It was a
round, dome-shaped structure, as are
nearly all the farm houses in the
Land of Or.
Mombi bade the boy light a candle,
while she put her basket in a cup
board and hung her cloak on a peg.
Tip obeyed quickly, for he was afraid
of her.
After the candle had been lighted
Mombi ordered him to build a fire in
the hearth, and while Tip was thus
engaged the old woman ate her sup
per. When the flames began to crackle
the boy came to her and asked a share
of the bread and cheese, but Mombi
refused him.
"I'm hungry 1" said Tip, in a sulky
.tone.
"Yon won't be hungry long,, re
plied Mombi. with a grim look.
The boy didn't like this speech, for
it sounded like a threat; but he hap
pened to remember he had nuts in his
pocket, to he cracked some of those
and ate them while the woman rose,
shook the crumbs from her apron and
hung above : the fire a small black
kettle.
Then she measured out equal parts
of milk and vinegar and poured them
into the kettle. Next the produced
several packets of herbs and sowdera
and began adding a portion of each to
the contents of the kettle. Occasion
ally the would draw near the candle
and read from a yellow paper the
recipe of the mess she was concoct
ing. . , '
As Tip watched her his nneasmess
increased.
"What is that for?" he aked.
"For you," returned Mombi, briefly.
Tip wriggled around upon his stool
and stared awhile at the kettle, which
was beginning to bubble. Then he
would glance at the stern and
wrinkled features of the witch and
wish he were any place but in- that
dim and smoky kitchen, where even
the shadows cast by the candle upon
the wall were enough to give one the
horrors. So an hour passed away,
during which the silence was only
broken by the bubbling of the pot and
the hissing of the flames.
Finally Tip spoke again.
, "Have I got to drink that stuff?" he
asked, nodding toward the pot.
"Yes," said Mombi.
"What'll it do to me?" asked Tip.
"If it's properly made," replied
Mombi, "it will change or transform
you info a marble statue."
Tip groaned and wiped the perspira-
tion from his forehead with his sleeve.
"I don't want to be a marble
statue I" he protested. s w
"That doesn't matter; I want you
to be one," said the old woman, look
ing at him severely.
"What use'll I be then?" asked Tip.
'VThere won't be any one to work for
you." '
Tllmake the Pumpkinhead work
for me," said Mombi.
Again Tip groaned.
"Why don't you change me into a
goat, or a chicken?" he asked, anxious-
Little Stories
(Prize Story.)
Billy Lesion.
By Anne Pershe, Aged II Years,
3209 T Street, South Omaha,
Neb. Red Side. ' t
"Oh, mother, see what I havel"
"Why, Billy, where- did you get
those little birds?", :
"Down in the nest under the bush.
And the nest was crowded SO full!
There are three more in it; may I go
and get another?" - t
"And what would the mother bird
think?" . ,
"Oh. there'll be two left. and she'll
never know , the difference. Maybe
she ll be glad if I would take some
tome of them away."
Just then the door beu rang, tfuiy
took the two birds up to his room,
and when he came back Aunt Kate
was there. .
"And how's Billy boy?'
"Fine." , !
"Are you coin home with me this
time?"
"I don t think mother could spare
me. v
"Oh. she has Fred and Mabel left.
and she'll never miss you, maybe she
would be glad if 1 should take you
away.
Aunt Kate said almost the same
words about Billy's mother as he had.
said about the birds mother.
Billy didn't sav another word, but
went right up to hit room and got
those birds and put them back into
the nest and you should have seen
how happy the mother bird was. ,
And when he came back to his room
he knelt down and whispered:
"Please forgive me for taking those
birds; I'll not do it againand I'll not
let other boys do it if I can stop
them."
jfHpnorable Mention.) . '.
Honey Makers.
By Bernard Palmer, Aged 9, Brad-
v snaw, eo.
I am in the second trade,' A little
hoy who taid haint fell into a can of
paint, and when he same out he said
with a shout: "I'll say isn't and aren't
not haint. Goodby. , .
t-ll .-A T.V. '
By Mildred Henriksen, bherman, la.
Blue bide. .
Dear Busy Bees: Once, not many
yean ago there was av beautiful little
firl named roily, about J years old.
he was traveling with a circus with
her mother, Susie, who was a famous
actress. Now It hacoened that Polly
became tick when the circus was in a
small town and Snsie got one of the
clowns named Tommy to swing her ja
. Look, Busy Bees!
Busy Beet are beginning to
swarm, and so we j will, for a
while, give them an entire page on
Sunday; ' : ''.
Boys end girls are invited to
write, a Thanksgiving story for
Sunday, December 0, which must
be in this office not - later than
Thursday., Every story will be
printed, if -possible, and two prizes
will be given oneg for the boy
and one for the girl who writes
the best story, according to his or
her age.
Everybody write to the Busy
Bee Page, Omaha Bee, an J try to
win these prizes, x
Boy ol 13 Years
Graham Butler, 13-year-old Sixth B
ounil at Lone school, wrote the fol
lowing words to the tune of "March
ing Through Georgia" Martha L.
Powell, principal of the school,
thought so well of the boy's effort
that she presented a copy to Superin
tendent ' Beveridge. Master Butler
lives at 2909 Franklin street. ,
Br CB.wtAMBtrn.E..i'
Sin? hurrah for Uncle Sam '"
The nation' great and strong.
Do tli thin you ought to Uo
To hlp the war along,
Help defeat the enemy . " '
And sare our noble land,
Show forth the flag of our nation.
Hurrah, hurrah,
Lett win . victory,
Hurrah, hurrah.
And aet the whole world free
From the worst autocraey ...
That there oouia ever he,
Put In lti stead a republic.
Pay your tribute to the men
Who died to save our land.
Buy a bond of Liberty,
And help them all yoa can, . ..
Safety for Democracy
la all that we demand,
Choker for " of our nation. .
ly. "You can't do anything with a
marble statue.
"Oh, yes, I can," returned Mombl.
"I'm going to plant a flower garden
next spring and I'll put you in the
middle of it for an ornament. I won
der I haven't thought of that before,
you've been a bother to me for years."
At this terrible speech Tip felt the
beads of perspiration starting all over
his body, but he sat still and shivered
and looked anxiously at the kettle.
"Perhaps it won't work," he mut
tered, in a voice that sounded weak
and discouraged. .
"Oh, I think it will," answered
Mombi, cheerfully. "I seldom make
a mistake." .
Again there was a period of silence
a silence so long and gloomy that
when Mombl finally lifted the kettle
from the fire it was close to midnight.
4 "You cannot drink it until it has be
come quite cold," announced -the old,
witch for in spite ot the law she had
acknowledged practicing .witchcraft.
"We must both go to bed now, and
at daybreak I will call you arid at
once complete your transformation
into a marble statue" -.
With this she hobbled into her
room, bearing the steaming kettle
with her, and Tip heard her close and
lock the door. '
The boy did not go to bed as he
had been commanded to do, but still
sat glaring at the embers of the dying
fire. . . v
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in her little hammock Until she got
through performing. Susie .did so
hate to leave her little daughter, Polly,
but the circus manager made her per
form. Susie had a new stunt to per-
.. . .A ,k. T Ann (n. T "
While she was hiuh in the air, ready
to leap, she saw pretty little Polly
come running into the ring crying Dit
tetly, and calling for Polly, she
jumped to the ground and there met
her death,
. Later on aa years passed by, Polly
also became a performer and she rode
a beautiful white horse named Toby.
.TOby pbeyed hef little mistress, Polly,
very good. . They both loved each
Other from the depths of their tendec
hearts. ' Now Polly had the misfor
tune to fall ( and break, her leg and
was left behind in a hospital. When
she became, well she was no longer fit
to go with the, circus any more. And'
Toby wouldn't obey anyone accept
Polly. So " Toby was bought away
from the circus and given to Polly,
and they both lived happily ever after.
1 hope I win a' prize, for I have
not won one yet
A Battle in Our Back Yard.
By
Mary B. Goldenstein, Age 14,
..One ..hot summer day, about two
years ' ago',' my brother and I, who
were home all alone, got into' a
mrrrre! at the dinner Uule. -1 became
very angry at him and took up my
glass, of water to throw at him, but I
was afraid to throw so much, so I just
threw a spoonful of water into his
mouth as he opened it to tease some
more. . '
That made him angry and he picked
up a glass of water and threw it -at
me. I picked up another glass of wa
ter and threw it at him.
He then ran into the kitchen and
ran after me with the bucket of water.
I ran out of doors to the tank, took on
tin can which was lying near and
Dorothy Rosels Cartoon
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Information for Scouts
and the Campfire Girls
Trailing.
Trailing, popularly speaking, means
following footprints, but the term
really implies much more than that
and signifies following the trail by
means of the many marks an animal
leaves behind on its way a displaced
stone, a broken twig, a tuft of hair on
a bush, a scratch on a stone any of
the things a roving creature must un
intentionally leave, to mark its path
It is an axiom that it is impossible
for - one to travel on earth without
leaving a trail of some kind. Even in
a big city this is just as true as it is
in the woods, the difference being
that in a thy there are so rnany
thousands of trails that it is almost
impossible to follow a given one.
Trailing - is essentially tracing by
sight, or as the Dutch in Africa call
it, following by the spoor when the
quarry itself is hidden from view; and
it is this use of the eyes alone in the
pursuit of ' invisible game that dis
tinguishes man, the hunter, from oth
er animals, says an Beard in' Boys'
Life, the Boy bcouts magazine, for
November. .
There is no reason to think that any
animal other than man employs eye
sight for this purpose. Conspicuous
tracks will not catch the eye of the
stoat or the wolf in quest of prey un
lesa a recognizable odor draws atten
tiongto the fict that a possible victim
has passed that way..
v Eyes of a Hound. V
There' are no. authentic cases on
record of wolf, bear, dog, fox or stoat
following a trail unaided by its nose.
The eyes of a bloodhound on the trail,
for instance, .are useful only to pre
vent the animal from humping into
trees and other obstacles in its path.
There is nothing to cause One to be
lieve that any of these animals, high
though its intelligence, in certain, par-,
ticulars, has the knowledge of the
shape and structure of. the feet. such
as is necessary to tell the nature of
the species that has left the trace of
the direction- it has taken. The ani
mal deoends upon its nose. -
Smell wiir tell the fox whether the
tracks are those of a chicken profit
able to pursue, or those Of a dog that
threw water at him. I kept him away
for a while, but he soon made a dash
to the other side of the tank, and,
nicking up a can, also threw water at
me. ' ' . "
So nur -water fittht continued for
some time, first one advancing then rer
treating, f until my brother became
tired of getting wet, s: he came up
behind me and dumped me into the
tank. '.
I begaii to cry, but as it did nO
good, I jumped out and ran into the
house to change my clothes. .
Crossing . the Ocean.
By Helen Short, Age 10 Years,
Beltevue, Neb Red Side, s
r My Dear Busy Bees: This is the
first time I have written to the Busy
Bee page, and so I think I will tell
yon of my trip from Scotland to Mis
souri Valley. We left Scotland on
April 26, 1913, and landed in Missouri
Valley on May 8. We went out on a
steam launch to the California,, that
was the name of the liner we came
across on. I felt a little -sick for
few days, but after that I had a goo
time. There were lots .of) children
aboard ' and . we skipped and played
games "all day. We got up about 6
o'clock in the morning and went to
bed about -8. , There . were .concerts,
etc., every evening, and so you see it
was a nice trip. I did not like the
train journey so well, as I just had to
sit and look out the .window-all' the
time. I hope to see my letter in print
Please write, juniors; I will be glad to
answer.
had better not be molested, and the
gradual waxing and waning of the
scent in this or that direction will in
dicate the course of the trail made by
the animal.
Bird. Songs. t
Bird songs can be imitated on sev
eral different instruments, besides the
old familiar way of whistling them.
The voice can imitate them well also,
as all who have heard the various bird
songs by. feathered warblers. The
violin gives valuable, suggestions of
bird songs, too.
- A lecturer on bird songs, Edward
Avis, recently showed how Chopin
drew his inspiration for many of 'his
pieces from bird songs. In his noc
turnes very strong evidence of this is
given. The flute comes very, near to
the bird song in quality. The voice
also does this. Perhaps you remem
ber Wordsworth saying:
"Oh, bluebird, shall I, call you bird,
or but a wandering voice?" There is
nothing more perfect in the way of
imitation of a thrush song than the
whistling of it by a practiced bird
whistler. It may seem trivial to a
school girl or school boy, with his or
her head "up in the air," over studying
geometry, or physiology, to .find that
quite learned people are studying to
4mitatebira songs, py .all means, if
you nave gooa wnistnng powers, ao
not disdain to learn how to imitate
these bird songs, studying the birds in
Songs,' jn the fields and woods.
; it would be a good idea to imitate
their songs on the violin, too, and also
to note down, when you go to concert
where some of Chopin's pieces are
played, to see whether you can de
tect bird motives in them.
Other composers, too, have put bird
music in their compositions, but often
it is like Beethoven's doing it in the
"Pastotal Symphony," where he put
bird songs bodily into a part of it.
Chopinr it is claimed, gets the impres
sion oijhe.bird s song into his music,
rather than the exact song. t
Sometimes jn orchestral music you
will get the impression that birds are
calling to one another, so you see
that composers, have drawn on bird
music largely in their music Of
course, you 'know that the music of
brooks and torrents and the crash of
the surf has been used largely by
some composers in noting down musi
cal sounds in their compositions. An
Ocean Symphony" having been writ
ten, for instance, by a famous com
poser of modern times.
Six Years Old Tomorrow (Dec 3):
Name. . . School
Anderson, Joh Lothrop
Nelson, Glena Long
Seven Years Old Tomorrow:
'Timmermann, D..Edw. Rosewater
Hrbek; Joseph Jungmann
Feichtmayer, Irma Lincoln
Murphy, Ambrose .... St. Bridgets
Alessander, Carmella .... Lincoln
Kingsbury. Sterling .. Clifton Hill
; Scherta, Maria Comenius
Eight Years Old Tomorrow:
Carlson, Wallace K. Franklin
Kinser, Myrtle Dupont
Stubbendorf,;Anna Lincoln
White," Rosie West Side
" Hardy, Agnes M. .......St Patrick
Nine Yeara Old Tomorrow:
Von Valkenburgh, Douglas Farnam
Theiler, Tohn F. St Joeeph
, ' Farano, Mary ............. Mason
, Djureen,' Lester Franklin
' Murphy Margaret A. Sacred Heart
Saundert, Fred Carl .... St Agnes
If you don't stop bothering me,"
said the judge to the persistent book
agent, "I'll be tempted to send you to
jail." " . - '
"I wish you would, judge. "Think
of the opportunities I'd have with
people always in when you call and
plenty of time ort their hands."
Louisville Courier-Journal.
' "It must be awful to have a boy &
to war." " ,
"Yes," replied the father, "but it
must be ten times worse to have a
boy who should go, but doesn't.
Washington Star. " ,
"How many pounds to the long
ton?",
"TWen,ty-two hundred and forty."
"And how many to the short ton?"
"That depends on the coal dealer."
Boston Transcript.
Young Lady From City (to country
storekeeper)-Have you anv ice cream
forks?
Storekeeper (anxious to be ud to
the times) Eh, no, miss, but- We're
expecting some lemonade knives.
Life. 1 : i
Mrs. Newlywed was doing 1161 own
cooking and making a poof job of it.
One morning a tramp came to the
door and Newlywed asked hit-
whether it was breakfast or work I "
wanted. " '
"Both, sir," replied the wayfarer.
' "Well, eat that," returned Newly
wed, handing out a biscuit and a
piece of steak, "and you'll have both."
"I wish I had a baby brother to
wheel in my go-cart, mamma," said
small Elsie. "My dolls are i always
getting broke when it tips over."
Chicago Daily News. .". v
"So you found out for yqurself that
it was wrong to fight?"
"Yes,' replied the .boy, with a
bruised eye and a swollen lip. "It
waa wrong for me; but it was all right
for the other fellow." Washington
Star.
"What did sae say her father diti?.'
"She. said he owns a large plant
"Oh, yes: I saw him watering a big
rubber tree in a tub yesterday "
Florida Times-Union.
"Old Professor Gobbs has been
teaching here a long time, hasn't he?"
X should say he has whir, when
he bfgan teaching he lectured On cur-.
icm cvciiis, now nis suoject
medieval history." Tiger. ; :
'You farmers buy a good many
gold bricks, eh?" ; .
"Yes, and you city fellows buy a
good deal of swamp land. I guess
things are about' even." Milwaukee
Sentinel.
BABS. By Alice Rom ColVer. the Penn
Publishing company. $1.25.
A very interesting story for young
gins. -..
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THE ARCTIC STOW AW ATS, By Dillou
Wallaoe. A. C. MoClUrg & Co., $1.26.
This is a story of how two, wealthy
lads found themselves, aa a result of
an automobile accident, ...without
money, in. a strange city. . Not hav
ing money enough tQ engage a room
in which to spend the , night they
climbed aboard a . schooner, in the
hold of which they went to sleep.
Upon awakening they found them
selves to be joutside the harbor upon
the Open sea. After explaining to
them, that the vessel would not re
turn for probably two years; the cap
tajnfiprced them to' work as sailors
and" the adventures as such are very
entertaining and interesting!and will
be enjoyed byeveryboy,ffi
THE WONDER OF- WAR I J THE llR. Bv
Francle Bolt-Wheeler. Lothrop, Let & t
Shepard Co. .U.86. ... . $ -
A-most timely , American boy'i
story of' adventure, -combining the
fascination in the perilous excitements
Of flying and the thrill of modern
war.. The hero -of the -book witnesses
some of the most historfi raids of
the war and takes a'share' jn the de
struction of one of the newest aerial
monsters. -J
NIXIE BUNJJT IN- FARAWAY LANDS. By
JoeepJi jc.- filndelar. Beckle-Cardy Co.
45 cents, ..','""' '
A rabbit story of ,.the children of
other lands and a companion volume
to "Nixie-Bunny in Manners Land,"
"Nixie Bunny in Workaday-Land"
and "Nixie Bunny, in Holiday-Land."
The book'has eighty illustrations in
colors. '
THE TKENIB WEENIES. 3y William
Dona hey and Eftie BJ. BaSef. Beckley
Cardy Co. 45 cents. ;
; A story for children in the elemen
tary grades, tellina all . about the
Tcenie Weenies who lived "in Shoe
hurst (a house made of an old shot), ,
and go to. school., made of an old
derby hat This , hook has many
illustrations in colors, .-.
THE WHITE BLANKET. '-Br Belmore
Browne. Q. P. Putnam A Bona. $1.25.
Two bovs. Georee Dran and FrH ,
Morgan, were sent out into the Alas-
kan wilderness in search for a cold
deposit supposed to be located near .
rtarmigan creek. Their thrilling ad
ventures while going through the
mountains, over swollen rivers, into
inviting -valleys on search of the
treasure, Tfrill.be very interesting and
entertaining to every boy.
THE BOYS' BOOK OF SCOUTB. By Percy
Keese Fltzhugh. . Thpmaa Y.. Crowell Co.
S1.S5. -
Every boy. whether he has "scout"
to his name or not will be glad to
make the acquaintance of the hardy
pioneers whose adventures are rec
orded in the "Book, of Scouts."
George Rogers-Clarke, the Kentuck
ian, who wrested two forts in the
west from the British, during thgrev
olution; Davy Crockett, the TMnes-seean;-Sam,
Houston, Kit Carson.
Daniel Boone, Francis Marion, "Buf
falo Bill"-4hes are onlv a nartial
list of the scouts-whote deeds are
narrated. There are 20 chapte-sn
all and the stories are all true '