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Little
Tip led the way along the path without stopping
an instant during the entire flight of the fugitives.
- Tip reflected. .
, "It' i hard thing;, to be a marble
statue," he thought, rebelliously, "and
I'm not going to stand it. For years
I've been a bother to her, she says;
so she's going to get rid of tne. Welt,
there's an easier way than to become
a statue. No boy could have any fun
forever standing in the middle of a
flower garden! I'll run away, that's
what 111 do and I may as well go
before she makes me drink that nasty
tuff in the kettle."
. He waited until the snores of the
old witch announced ' she- was fast
asleep, and then he arose softly and
went to the cupboard to find some
thing ,to eat. v
- "Nd, use starting on a journey with
out food," he' decided, searching upon
the narrow shelves. t
r He found some crusts of bread; but
he had to look into Mombi's basket to
find Jhe cheese she had brought from
the village While turning over the
contents of the basket he came upon
the pepper-box which contained the
"Powder of Life.';
"I may as well take this with me,"
he thought "or Mombi'll be using' it
to make more mischief with." So
tie put the box in his pocket, together
with the bread and cheese.
Then he cautiously left the house
and latched the door behind .him. Out
side both moon and stars shone
brightly, and the night seemed peace
ful, and inviting after the close and ill?
smelling kitchen.
Til be glad to get away," said Tip.
softly; "for I never did like that old
wjbman. I wonder how I ever came
tx live with . her."
3le was walking slowly toward the
rcBd when a thought , made him
P.jiUSe. ;
4 1 don't like to leave Jack Pumpkin
head to the , tender mercies of old
Mpmbi," he muttered. "And Jack be
longs to me, for I made him even if
the old witch did bring him to life."
JIe retraced his steps to the cow
stable and opened the door of the stall
where the pumpkin-headed man had
been left.
Jack was standing in the middle of
tf stall,1 and. by the-moonlight Tip
enfold see he was smiling just as
jotally as ever. ; . . ' ' ' ,
I'Come onl" said the boy, beckon-ink-
..' ''' i , . -
f Where to? asked Jack. v '"
. You'll knoW as soon as I do," an
swered Tip, , smiling sympathetically
irtlo the pumpkin face. "All we've got
to do" now is to tramp." ' , '
; s Very well," returned Jack, and
walked awkwardly out of the stable
ami into the moonlight.
$'ip turned toward the road and the
man followed him. Jack walked with
a -sort of limp, and occasionally one
of", the. joints of his legs would turn
backward, instead of frontwise, almost
causing him to tumble. But the
Pumpkinhead was quick to notice this,
atukbegan to take more pains to step
carefully; to that he met with few
accidents.
'lip led, him along the path without
! stepping an instant. They cotild not
K9 very fast, but they walked steadily;
atjd by the time the moon sank away
aad the sun peeped over the hills they
had travelled so great a distance that
ttfp boy had no reason to fear pursuit
inpm the old witch. Moreover, he had
turned first into one path, and then
into another, so that should anvone
fcjlow them it would prove very dif-
ticuu to guest wuicrt way they had
line, or where to seek them.
Jairly satisfied that he had escaped
Hfoc-.a time, at least being turned
into a marble statue, the boy stopped
tin companion ana seated himself
jgoa. a rock by the roadside.
F'Let's have some, breakfast," he
, sf di
flack Pumpkinhead watched Tin
' curiously, but refused to join in the
repast. -.-....
t'l don't seem to be made the same
way" you are.", he said. .
'fiknow you are not," returned Tip;
ior t maae you.
"Ohl Did you?" asked lack.
"Certainly. And put you together.
And carved your eyes and nose and
ears and mouth," said Tip proudly.
"And dressed you."
Jack looked at his body and limbs
critically. ' -
'It strikes me you made a very good
job of it." he remarked.
f 'Just so-so," replied .Tip, modestly;
far he began to see certain defects in
ttfe construction of his man. "If I'd
kflown we were going to travel to-
gather I might have been a little more
particular." , s
f Why, then," said the Pumpkin
head, in a tone that expressed sur
prise, "you must be my creator
niy parent my father!"
i'Or your inventor," replied the boy
wftU a laugh. "Yes, my son; I really
ctaneve i ami
ii nen x owe yon Obedience, con
tifued the man, "and you owe me
support. -)y '- , . . 1
f'That's it, exactly," declared Tip,
jumping up. "So let us be off
f'Where are we going?" asked Jack
wien tney naa resumed their journey
('I'm not exactly sure." said the bov
"bait I be'.ieve we are headed south
arid that will bring us, sooner or later,
to the Emerald City. . .
j'What city is that?" inquired the
Pimpkinhead.; -
j'Why, it's the center of the Land
on Oz, and the biggest town in all
the country. I've never been there.
myself, but I've heard all about its
history. It was built-by a mighty
arid wonderful Wizard, named Oz, and
rnferything there is of a green color
jukt as everything tn this Country of
tt oulikins is of a purple color.
I'ls everything here purple?" asked
1 I Of course it is. Can't you see?"
-Miirned the boy. .. ,
1 1 believe I must be color-blind,"
said the Pumpkinhead, after staring
about him.
"Well, the grass is purple, and
the trees are purple, and the
houses and fences are purple," ex
plained Tip. "Even the mud in the
roads is purple. But in the Emerald
City everything is green that is pur
ple here. And in the Country of the
Munchkins, over at the East, every
thing is blue; and in the South coun
try of the Quadlings everything is
red; and in the West country of the
h ' . i - i. 1
TIP LED HIM ALONG THE PATH."
Winkic.s,'4 where tho Tin Woodman
rules, everything is yellow." '.
"Ohl" sauf Jack, .Then, after a
pause," be asked! 1 "Did you say ji Tin
Woodman rules the Winkies?i "
"Yesr he was one of those Who
helped Dorothy to destroy the Wicked
Witch of the West, and the Winkies
were so grateful that they invited him
to become , their ruler just as the
people of the Emerald City invited
. "Dear me!" said Jack. "I'm get
ting confused with all this , history.
Who is the Scarecrow?"
"Another friend of Dorothy's," re
plied Tip. ' r
"And who is Dorothy V .
"She was a girl that caine here from
Kansas a place in the big outside
World. She got blown to the Land
of Os by a cyclone, and while she was
here the Scarecrow and the Tin
Lfittl Stories
(Girls' Prize)
A Thanksgiving Dream.
By Alma Van JJuren, Aged 13 Years,
11 West Twenty-seventh Street.
Kearney, Neb. Blue Side.
Charles, a boy 12 years old. was
eating his Thanksgiving dinner. His
parents were rich people and he had
every good thingjie could think of,
yet he was not satisfied. He com
plained about everything they had.
One was too cold, another too not, or
too salty, or something was the mat
ter ;.-'.-.-.
After dinner he went to his room to
take a nap. He laid on the bed and
went to slee.. He awoke with a start.
Surely someone called him. He
looked around and there was a turkev
jumping on the bed.
You killed me and had me
cooked, and then vou said I was
horrid at dinner," gobbled the turkey,
as he began to pull at Charles' hair.
Jh, Mr. lurkey, please stop and
I will never say a harmful word to
you again," he replied.
At this the turkey vanished and
some cranberries took his place.
"You said we were sour and you
didn't want to eat us. We were as
sweet as the cook was ordered - to
make us," they said as they began to
jump on him.
Uh, 1 won t say that again," prom
ised Charles.
They left, and one after another, all
the things he had found fault with,
came in and he promised .each one
never to remark about them again.
They all appeared but the pumpkin
pie, and this he didn't find fault with.
He then realized that someone was
shaking him and said: "Oh, are you
coming back?"
"Charles, it is mother. It is supper
time and you slept all afternoon,"
she told him.
He got up, but didn't want much
supper.
''Here's a piece of turkey," his
mother said.
"I'd rather have a piece of pumpkin
pie," was his reply. '
His mother gave it to him, but
she didn't know why he wanted it.
He never grumbled about things to
eat after that, for be had learned a
lesson. He didn't forget this Thanks
giving for a long time.
(Boy'i Prize.)
Dick's Thanksgiving.
By Theodore Perry, Age 10, Bloom-
ington Neb. Red Side.
t Dick was a poor boy and he lived
in an apartment house in a large
city. -' - ,
His mother worked very hard and
Woodman accompanied her on her
travels."
"And where is she now?" inquired
the Pumpkinhead.
"Glinda the Good, who rules the
Suadlings, sent her home again," said
e boy.
"Oh. And what became of ib;
Scarecrow?"
"I told you. He rules the Emerald
City," replied Tip.
"I thought you said it was ruled by
a wonderful Wizard," objected Jack,
seeming more and more confused.
"Well, so I did. Now, pay atten
tion, and I'll explain it," said Tip,
speaking slowly and looking the smil
ing Pumpkinhead squarely in the eye.
"Dorothy went to the Emerald City
to ask the Wizard to send her back
to Kansas, and the Scarecrow and the
Tin Woodman went with her. But
the Wizzard couldn't send her back,
because he wasn't so much of a
Wizard as he might have been. And
then they got angry at the Wizard,
and threatened to expose him: so the
Wizard made a big balloon and es
caped in it, and no one has ever seen
him since." '
Now, that is very interesting his
tory," said lack, well pleased; "and
I understand it perfectly all but the
explanation." :
"I'm glad 'you do,, responded Tip.
"After the Wizard was gone, the peo
ple of the Emerald City made His
Majesty, the Scarecrow, their King;
ana I heard that he became a very
popular ruler."
' Are we going to see this queer
King?" asked Jack, with interest.
. "I think we may as well," replied
the boy; "unless you have something
better to do."
"Oh, no, dear 'father," said the
Pumpkinhead. "I am quite willing to
go wherever you please."
(Another HOi" Story Snndj) '
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he sold newspapers on the streets.'
As Dick went through the streets
he heard the boys telling each other
what nice, big turkey and pumpkin pie
they were going to have on Thanks-
fiving. Dick kneVv how very much a
hanksgiving dinner woutd cost and,
although he had never eaten one, he
knew how very nice it would be.
The day before Thanksgiving his
mother sent him to the bakery to get
a loaf of bread. The baker's wife liked
Dick very much and gave him some
pennies to buy candy with.
On Thanksgiving day Dick went
down town and before he reached
home the mailman had brought a big
box. Dick opened it and found that it
was full of goodies turkey, pumpkin
pie and some nuts and candy. Dick
read it and said, "It's from the baker's
wife." ., '
'Now I can have a real Thanks
giving," said Dick. That night a
happy boy went to bed. Who do you
suppose it was? You can guess that.
Thanksgiving.
By Andretta Guthmann, Aged 12
Years, Plainview, Neb. Blue Side.
"Hey, Jim, what are you going to
have tor Thanksgiving? We're going
to have a big fat turkey." said Tom.
, "We're going to have a roast, but
t tell you, it will be mighty good,"
answered Jim.
Jim's mother was poor and his sis
ter, who' was crippled, played the
piano in a small theater io the city
where they lived. His mother worked
in a factory. Tom'a father was rich.
After school they came near the
pond which was nearly frozen.
Jim said he had to go home and
chop wood, '
Tom did not answer Jim when" he
said goodbye to . him. He was busy
thinking of the good time he would
have near the pond the next day.
This, happened two days before
Thanksgiving. The next day Tom
Sweet Content
Peggy a
By EDITH HIXON.
Sweet Content, our rosebud fairy,
peeked into the window of one of
the cozy cottages in Cuddlytown and
she was overcome with amazement
What do you suooose she saw?
It was a dear little cottage with
a red roof and green door and just
the right size for a fairy dwelling.
What it could be doing inside of a
mortal's house she could not itnag-'
ine. At the windows were lacy cur
tains, while a tiny brass knocker hung
on the outside of the green door.
Sweet Content was Just like any
other fairy. She was very curious,
so- curious, in fact, that she made
up her mind that she must go into
that darling house and see who lived
there.
She couldn't find a crack big
enough to get into 4he room where
the adorable house stood. Finally
she had to wave her wand three
times, saying:
Wsnd made of meenbeam rsr.
Let me have this wish, I pray:
Mar I become so very thin
That I may slip through the keyhole slim.
Immediately she was just the right
size to slip through the keyhole. She
was soon in the room.
She went quickly up to the. tiny
house and knocked on the door. The
door was opened by a colored maid,
who invited her in most politely. In
the parlor on a stiff chair sat Miss
Dorothy, the doll She invited our
fairy to sit down and they had a
most proper talk until Sweet Content
dropped her rose petal bag and the
floor was strewed with rose petals.
Miss Dorothy jumped up, overturn
ing her chair. "Why. if you are
Sweet Content you will help me," she
said.
"I am always glad to do anything
I can to help, said, our fairy.
"It is. this way," said Miss Dorothy:
"I have been given to Peggy for her
birthday, which is tomorrow. Her
father bought me. in Jolly's toy shop
today, and bought the house at the
same time. It is very dear and sweet
on the outside, but, Oh, so dreary in
here I I can't fix. it, up very well, for
I don't know how, and I did want
to give Peggy, a pleasant surprise."
"Would you let me help you?"
asked Sweet Content.
"I would 1e delighted," returned
Miss Dorothy.
Sweet Content took off her rose
eiderdown cape and bonnet and put
brought his ice skates to school They
went to the pond as quick as school
let out. As they walked along the
way they met a man who said: "Are
you youngsters going down to the
pondf
Jom said: "Yes, sir, we are."
''You had better not go near the
middle, for the water is not frozen
well there," said the man, as he
walked along his way. When the
boys came near the pond Tom said:
"That man was only fooling us. I bet
it isn't thin in the middle."
"Maybe, it is; you don't know. You
have not been out there to find out,"
said Jim.
v "Well, I am going to," said Tom.
"You had better not," said Jim.
As Tom neared the middle the ice
began to crack. '
"Tom, look out, the ice is crack
ing!" called Jim, but his cry came
too late, for Tom was already in the
water.
Jim say" a plank and quickly catch
ing it up he ran as far out on. the
ice as he dared and shoved it over
the hole, leaving room for Tom to
climb upon it. He gave Tom his
coat and ran to a nearby house, tell
ing the people to get Tom.
The next day being Thanksgiving,
Jim, his mother and sister spent it
over lo Tom's house. Jim had turkey
and roast meat, Jim'a mother became
Tom's father's housekeeper. Jim's
sister had an operation and got well
and strong. . .
"We have lots of things to be
thankful for this Thanksgiving day,"
said Jim.
"So have we. If it wasn't for you I
would have been drowned," said Tom.
Thanksgiving for Soldiers,
Bylrma ' Nuquist, ' Aged 10 Years,
Osceola, Neb., Red Side.
Tom, John, Tim and Dick were sol
dier boys. They were at Camp
Dodge. It was such a long way to
their home that they could not go
home for Thanksgiving.
"I wish we were home eating the
good things they will have," sighed
Dick.
"I haven't tasted a good pumpkin
pie since I left home," Tim said.
Tom said, "If we were home we
would be having a roaring good time."
"It would be nice," said John, "to
see the folks." '
Just then a man arrived. "Are you
the Elliot boys?" he asked.
"Yes, what do you want?" the boys
asked in surprise. ' , ,
"A box. for you just came," the man
told them. :
"What is in it?" Tom asked won
deringly. "I don't know," John replied.
"Maybe it is something ; from
home, Tim suggested.
"Bring it here." Dick told the man.
The box was brought With eager
hands they opened it A .big turkey
was the first thing -that met their
gaze. A pumpkin and mince pie was
next. There was gingerbread and a
box of candy from sister. Oh how
good these things looked.
"This is the next best thing to being
home," Tim said.
"That plum pudding is as good as
we would get at home and so are the
rest of, the things," John said.
That day the boys kept Thanksgiv
ing as they would, had they been
home.
The 'Pilgrims." '
By Mabel Johnson, Waterloo, Neb.,
. Aged It Years. '
A long time ago there were some
people called Pilgrims, who lived in
England. The ruler would not let
Ihem worship God as they wished
to, so they thought they , would goj
Gives
Birthday Gift
them on the chair. She opened her
rose petal-bag and took out some vel
vety petals. She sprinkled them on
the floor, saying as she waved her
wand:
Wand made of moonbeam ray
Another wish today, I pray;
May theae petals of wondrous sheen
Become rugs tit. for a beautiful queen.
Immediately they were rugs of vel
vety, rosy glow; fit for any queen.
Miss Dorothy and Aunt Chloe, the
maid, placed them on the floors while
Sweet Content went out doors to
gather morning mist and Queen
Anne's lace for curtains and a table
cover which she wove into entrancing
loveliness. Miss Dorothy was de
lighted. Sweet Content sent an order
to Andy Aunt, the grocerman, for
supplies for the kitchen and pantries.
She made up the beds with silken
sheets which she brought from her
own linen closet. She left two whole
jars of her famous rose nectar on
Miss Dorothy's bureau. .
In fact the two dollies with our
rosebud fairy were so busy that they
never noticed when the Moonbeams
went to bed ' and the Sunbeams
began to come stealing down their
golden ladders. They came and found
the little people bard at work.'
About this time Peggy came into
the room. She screamed with joy
when she saw the adorable house on
the outside, but when she looked in
and saw the dollies and the fairy rugs,
the darling curtains and the welt
stocked pantry shelves she was over
joyed. Even her mother said that she
didn't know that Peggy's daddy knew
so much about what little girls liked,
while Daddy himself was rather sur
prised at all, the things he saw.
Meanwhile in the corner back of
the bureau was Sweet Content, and
do yoti know that she had to stay
there 'nearly all day long, for Peggy
was so happy with the house that
she would not leave it and Sweet Con
tent was afraid of being seen.
The next night, however, when
Miss Dorothy went riding with Sweet
Content on the back of the big white
butterfly, Fluffy, she told Sweet Con
tent that she was welcome to come
and visit her whenever she pleased,
for she was grateful for the work our
fairy had done, but the only reward
that Sweet Content wanted she has
had already, for that was the happy
look on Peggy's face when she spied
the rugs, curtains and the bottles ol
rose perfume.
Six Years Old Tomorrow (Dec, 10) :
Name, , School.
Bloszies, Raymond ...... Castelar
Seven Years Old Tomorrow:
Hansen, Catherine Lake
Lewis, Helen Catherine . . Dundee
Williams, Marian .... St. Bridget
Holland, William F Franklin
Naye, Margaret . . South Franklin
Zonies, Peter West Side
Williams, Marian St. Mary
Correa, Ruth L. ........ Windsor
Eight Years Old Tomorrow:
Anderson, Martin Kellom
Kolocny, Otto Bancroft
Maguire, Francis W.... St, Bridget
Rosnick, Joe Kellom
Petersen, Adeline Druid Hill
Johnson, Helen Alida .... Garfield
Nine Years Old Tomorrow:
Pawol, A. .Immaculate Conception
' Keller, Joseph St. Joseph
Franklin, Maxine Central
Frohardt, Edwin .... Walnut Hill
-Zykas, Francis West Side
to a different country. They finally
decided to go to Holland. So they
took a ship and sailed for Holland.
They were very glad to reach
there. But after they were there a
while they did not like it very well.
Their children learned to talk Dutch
as the little Dutch children did. They
even cried because their parents
would not let them wear Dutch
clothes. So the fathers said, "This
will never do. We must move away
from here at once. We want our
children to talk English and learn
our own ways." So the Pilgrims got
a ship called the "Mayflower" and
sailed for America. When they landed
they were very well pleased with
their new1 homes. . They lived here
for a long while.
Well, .Busy Bees, as my letter is
gettting long, I will close. I hope
my letter escapes the waste basket. .
Tommy's Thanksgiving.
By Phyllis Leonard, Aged 13 Years,
Edison, Neb. Red Side.
Tommy was a poor little newsboy.
He had neither father nor mother
and so he sold papers for a living.
His bed was an old shed or anything
which would give him shelter. Some
times Tommy earned a dollar a day
and other times almost nothing. It
was the day before Thanksgiving I
and iommy ran inrougn me sireeis
trying to sell his papers, but there
was hardly anybody who wanted a
paper. What he earned hardly bought
his dinner.
The day became colder and at eve
ning Tommy did not know where to
go, but as he was going through
someone's yard he spied a wagon and
he climbed in and to his surprise
he saw a large laprobe. He lost no
time in wrapping himself in it.
tTommy soon fell asleep and in the
night he was awakened by snow fall
ing on his face. He covered his face
and was soon asleep again. Next thing
he" knew he was being shaken by a
kind looking man. "Well, my boy,
what, are you doing here?" he said.
"I was looking for some place to
sleep when I found your wagon."
The man smiled and said: "Haven't
you any folks?"
, "No." answered Tommy. " "
"Didn't you know this was Thanks
giving day?" x
. "Yes.' . . , .
Boy Expert on Knitting
Amber Needles Makes a
Sweater for Sammy
& ill
Girls and women, haven't a mon
opoly on the amber knitting needles.
The boys are taking to them just
as readily when it's a matter of
keeping our Sammies warm in the
trenches this winter.
Little George Nelson, only 14, and
in the Eighth B grade at Vinton
school, has just finished a sweater
which, the 1 National League for
Woman's Service members say, is
one of the finest sweaters turned into
local headquarters,
George says it only took him about
a week and a half to finish the
sweater.
He practiced how to knit first on
a square of the yarn. Two of his
best pals are also knitting and have
finished ' jorae very good sweaters
too. .
' "It's easy to learn how,rt George
says, thereby holding out hope to a
large class of leisure women who
have given the difficulty to learn how,
as an excuse for not utilizing their
time to such good advantage. .
"Well, how would you like to spend
the day with us?" . .
"Oh, just fine, if you want mer "
' When he went in the house he was
greeted kindly. Tommy was so de
lighted he could hardly eat. vvnen tne
day was over Tommy got his cap to
leave, but Mr. Nelson said: "Tommy.
i u 1:1.- t;..: :.u
HOW WO"lU you 11KC J1V1HJJ Bllll U3i
"Oh, just fine. Do you really mean
to keen mer
"Yes; my wife likes you very much
?ind she wants to keep you." Tommy
was very happy, for lie had a home
(Prize Letter.)
"Sammies' Girls.
By Amy Saxon, Aged 11 Years, Sid
ney, Neb. Red Side.
We girls of Sidney have organized
a junior Red Cross club, which, we
call "Sammies' Girls." We are from
11 to 13 years of age.
We meet each Saturday at 2:30 and
knit till 5 o'clock Then we have
lunch and go home.
We knit scarfs, sweaters and wrist
lets. I am knitting a scarf.
This js my first attempt to write
and hope to see my letter in print
I like to read the Busy Bees page,
How We Made Little Girl Thankful.
By Ruth Van Nostrand, Aged 10
Years. Tekamah. Neb. Red Side.
Dear Busy Bees: I would like to
become a member of the Busy Bees.
My name is Ruth Van Nostrand. I
will be 10 years old on December 67,
I am sending a story which I hope
you will like well enough to print.
My next door neighbor, a little girl
about 9 years old, had to spend her
Thanksgiving in an Omaha hospital,
where she is sick with typhoid fever
So our Sunday school class, to which
she belongs,, wanted to do something
to make her Thanksgiving day pleas'
ant. We met at the home of our
Sunday school teacher and each one
wrote her a letter. Then we cut puz
zles from pretty pictures. Some of
the girls brought stories which they
had cut from magazines. These
were all put into , envelopes and
mailed to our little friend, so that she
would get them for Thanksgiving
day.
We hope they helped to make the
day more pleasant for her, forit must
have been hard to be away from her
papa, mamma, sister and brother on
Thanksgiving day.
My First Letter.
By Georgia Meredith, Aged 9 Years,
Ravenna, Neb. Blue Side.
I have never written before, but
now I will. I wish to join the Blue
side. I live a block from school. I
am in the fifth grade. My teacher's
name is Miss Sick.
Will close now and will write again.
I hope to see my lejter in the paper.
(Honorable Mention.)
Blow, Ye Winds.
By Ruth Meredith, Aged 12 Years
Ravenna, Neb. Blue Side, i
Blow, ye winds, o'er land or sea.
Cold or frosty ye may be,
It makes no difference unto me.
So blow, ye winds, o'er land or sea
Blow high, blow low,
Go fast go 6low,
Bring rain or ssnow.
Oh, winds, blow high, blow lo-.v.
Blow far, blow near.
Blow there, blow here,
I will not fear.
Oh, winds, blow far, blow near.
Oh, winds, I love you;
If you only knew
Your blasts may be many or few,
But winds, I will always love you.i
LaugMmtg Busy
The Usher What's this?
The Spectator It's a photograpl
of a bunch of orchids. Please hand
it to the soubrette when she makes
her bow on the screen. Here's a
picture of a dime for jou.-Phila-delphia
Bulletin.
He was a small negro boy and he
was holding his head on one 'side )
and pounding it with his hand.
"What's the matter?" asked a passer
by. "Watah in mah eah," said the
lad. "Oh, I see. You've been in swim
ming." "Ah hain't, nuther," "How
did you get water in you ear, then?"
"Ah been eatin' watahmilion," was the
reply. Boston Transcript
"Do you drink coffee?" asked th ,
doctor of an aged patient.
"Yes," was the reply.
"Coffee," continued the M. D., "is i
slow poison.
."Yes, very slow," replied the old
man. "I have taken it daily for nearly
80 years." Tit-Bits. , .
"Now, sir," demanded the cross-
examining lawyer, "did you or did
you not on the date in question ot
at any other time, say to the de
fendant or anyone else that the state
ment imputed to you and denied by
the plaintiff was a matter of so mo
ment or otherwise? Answer trie, "yes
or no." The witness looked bewild
ered. "Yes or no what?" he finally
managed to gasp out Youth'a Com- .
panion. ' . .
Club Bore Say, old fellow, I want
something up to date in the way of
fancy dress for the, vegetarians' ball
tomorrow night.
Acquaintance Well, stick a turnip
on your head and go as a meatless
day.- London Opinion. v
"Hayo any trouble in getting your
money back.?" "Not a bit," replied
the dissatisfied purchaier. "But I
got the worst of it, as usual. The
price of the article had jumped so by
the time I got back to the store that
they made a profit by getting it in
stock again." Washington Star.
"The farmer we boarded with
penned a stray article now and then."
"On agricultural thesis?" "No, a wan
dering pig." Baltimore American,
.- "Times have changed."
; "In what way?"
. "I. ran remrmhfr wJimi th firu, .
fused to fire a man; now it asks for hit '
resignation. Detroit Free Press.
Irate Mamma Goodness .me! It's
half an hour since I sent you to the
shop to get those things, and here
you are back without them.
Little Dick It was such a long
time before my turn came to be
waited on that I forgot what it was
you wanted.
' "Then why didn't you come home
and find otit?"v .
"I was afraid if I left I'd lose my
turn." Milwaukee News.
Church I see by the paper thai'
girls in Eastport, Me, are earning,
as high as $52 a week packing sar
dines. Gotham Bet you a new hat they 11
have those girls over in New York
before long working as conductors; ,
in the subway cars. Yonkers States;
pan. V':
Mother (to Frank) How is it that
you're late home nearly every af tern,
noon?
Frank Well, no wonder; we've;:,
got such a big clock in our school, v '
Mother Why, what has the clock (
to do with it?
FrankCause it's so big it takes
the hands an awful long while to get .
around it If we had a clock ltke '
papa's little one I'd get home a great 1
deal quicker. Pearson's Weekly. V
The Sunday school teacher was":
making a review of the lessons. r
"Who was the wisest man, James?" -."Solomon."
"That's right. Now, Frank, who
was the strongest man?" t
"Jonah."
"Wrong. But what reason have '
you for believing Jonah was the
strongest man?"
'"Cause the whale couldn't hold v
him after he got him down." Tit
Bits. .
"I found three dozen eggs today,"
reported Farmer Hoskins to his as
tonished wife. Tears of joy came into -her
eyes.
"At last," she sighed, "we can buy, .
that automobile." Boston Transcript.
Contractor It didn't cost me a cent
to have that ditch dug.
Friend How was that?
Contractor I told all the boys in
the neighborhood that they could, dig
a trench. Puck. .
Rich Old Uncle And remember,
dear, when I die all that I have goes
to you.
- NieceThank you. uncle. Do let
me give you some more of the mince
pie. Milestones.
ANCHORING THE CAMEL.
Because of its peculiar swaying mo
tion in walking the camel has been
called the "ship of the desert." This
title may also have some reference
to the extreme stupidity and passiv
ity of the animal, which submits to
great loads, which it will often carry
for days at a time without stopping
for food or drink, with no more urg
ing than a ship would require from
the hands of its pilot, says the Popu
lar Science Monthly for December.
The manner in which the drivers
hobble the camels when they stou
for a rest is interesting. They do 1 T
not depend upon stakes driven in the
deep, yielding sand, but simply dou
ble back and tie one of the forelegs
of the animal so that it can lie down
or rise op, but cannot move from ,
the spot
