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, TTTE OMAHA SUNDAY BEE: DECEMBER 23. 1917. 7 15 I Eaga far. 'The mate lee's Busy Little HMyM&farg ?0 z AWAKENING OF THE SAW-HOtfSE f-n HE Saw-Horse, finding himself I alive, seemed even more aston ished than Tip. He rolled his knotty eyes from side to side, taking a first wondering view 01 the world in which he had now so important an existence. Then he tried to look at himself; but he had, indeed, no neck to turn; so that in the endeavor to ec his body he kept circling around and around,' without catching even a glimpse of it. His legs were stiff and awkward, for there were no knee joints in them; so that presently he bumped against Jack Pumpkinhead and sent that personage tumbling upon the moss that lined the road side. Tip became alarmed at this acci dent, as well as at' the persistence of the ' Saw-Horse in prancing around in a circle; so he called out: "Whoa! Whoa, there!" The Saw-Horse paid no attention whatever to this command, and the next instant brought ; one of his wooden legs down upon TipV foot so forcibly that the boy danced away in pain to a afer distance, from where he again yelled: "Whoa! Whoa, I say!" Jack had now managed tb raise tiimself to a sitting position, and he looked at the Saw-Horse with, much interest. "I don't believe the animal can hear you," he remarked. "L shout loud enough, don't I?" answered Tip, angrily. "Yes; but the horse has no ears," said the smiling Pumpkinhead. ' I "Sure enough!" exclaimed Tip, not ing the fact. for the first time. "How, then, am 1 going to stop him?" But at that instant the Saw-Horse stopped himself, having concluded it was impossible to see hfs own body. He saw Tip, however, and came close to the boy to observe him more fully. It was really comical to see the creature walk; for it. moved the legs oft its right side together, and those on its left side together,-as a pacing horse does; and that made its body rock sidewise, like a cradle. Tip patted it upon the head, and said "Good boy! Good boy!" in a coaxing tone; and the - Saw-Horse pranced away to, examine with its bulging eyes the form of Jack Pump kinhead. "I must find a halter for him," said Tip: and having made a search in hi pocket he produced a roll of strong cord.' Unwinding this, he approached the Saw-Horse and tied i the cord around its neck, afterward fastening the other end to a large tree. The Saw-Horse, ' not under standing the action, stepped bank ward and snapped the string easily; but it made no attempt to run away. "He's v stronger than I thought," said the boy, "and rather obstinate, too." , "Why don't you make him some ears? asked Jack", men you can tell him what to do." "That's a splendid idea!" said Tip "How did you happen to think of it?" "Why, I didn't think of it," an swered the Pumpkinhead; "I didn't need to, for its the simplest and easiest thing to do. So Tin cot out his knife and fash ioned some ears out of the bark of a small tree. - "I mustn't make them too big," he said, as he whittled, "or our1 horse would become a donkey." "How is that?" inquired Jack, from the roadside. 1 "Why, a horse has bigger ears than a man; and a donkey has bigger ears than a horse," explained Tip. "Then, if my ears were longer, would I be a horse?" asked Jack. "My friend," said Tip, gravely, "you'll never be anything but a Pumpkinhead, no' matter how big your ears are." "Oh," returned Jack, nodding; "I think I understand." "If you do, you're a wonder," re marked the boy; "but there's no harm in thinking you understand. I guess these ears are ready now. Will you hold the horse while I stick them DOTS 11 HURT' ASKED THI SOY you any, if you mind me and do as I tell you." t "Thsn I will do as you -tell me," re plied the Saw-Horse, humbly. "But what happened to me a moment ago?" I don't seem to be just right, some way." You're upside dawn," explained Tip. "But just keep those legs still a minute and I'll set you right side up again. "How many sides have I?" asked the creature, wonderingly. "Severa ." sa d TiD. briefly. "Hut do keep those' legs still." The Saw-Horse now became quiet. and held . its lens rigid: so that Tip,- after several efforts, was able to roll him over and 6et him upright. ' "Ah, I seem all right now," said the queer animal, with a sigh. "One of your ears is broken," Tip announced after a careful examina tion. "I'll have to make a new one." Then he led tha Saw-Horse, back to where Jack was vainly struggling to regain hi) feet, and alter assisting the Pumpkinhead to stand upright tried to think of something else, "I'll fix it!" said he, at length. He went into the wood and cut a short length of limb from a young, stout tree. One end of this he sharpened to a point, and theft 'he dug a hole in the back of thc'Saw-Horse, just be hirid its head. Next he brought a piece , of rock from the road and hammered the post firmly into the animal's back. v "Stop! Stop!" shouted the horse; you re jarring me terribly. "Does it hurt?" asked the bov. "Not exactly hurt," answered the animal: but it makes me quite nerv ous to Te jarred." "Well, it's all over now," said Tip, encouragingly. -"Now, Jack, be sure to hold fast to this post, and then you can't fall-off. and get smashed." So Jack held on tight, and Tip said to the horse: "Get-up." The obedient creature at once walked, forward, rocking from .ide to side as he: failed his feet from the ground. Tip walked beside the Saw-Horse, quite content with 'this addition to their ipa,rty. Presently he began to whistle. y "What does that sound mean?" asked the horse. - , i "Don't pay any attention to it," said Tip. "IV just whistling," and that only means I'm pretty well satis fied." ' . ' , . . ' "I'd whistle myself, if I could push my lips together," remarked- Jack. "I fear, dear father, that in some re spects I am sadly lacking. f Afty journeying on for some dis tance the narrow path they were, fol lowing turned into a broad roadway, paved with yellow brick. By the side of the road Tip noticed a sign post that read: .NINE Mlbti TO UilS , EMERALD CITY." But it was now crowim? dark, so he decided to camp for the night by the roadside and id resume the journey next morning by daybreak. He led the Saw-Horse to a grassy mound upon which grew several bushy trees, and carefully assisted' the Pumpkinhead to alight, i "I think I'll lay you upon the ground, overnight, said the boy. "You will be safer that way." QUEEN BEE IN EMBRYO - fm) 'Ax fc LT" l L. .i v Lilile Miss Helen Dobeclc is tooO small to go to school with the other children but her days are very busy, nevertheless. Helen is the happy pos sessor of a 'doll which is two feet high and many happy hours are spent dressing and undressing her. Little Helen has a baby sister, Adeline, of whom she is very fond and the two little girls are great chums. A huge, shaggy dog and a cat are also play' A Christmas Story "The Fir Tree" By Hans Christian Andersen mates of this brown-eyed child and I night with all her pets and toys she is a busy little Dee trotn morning until Ml?"' "Certainly, if you'll help me up," said Jack. So Tip raised him to his feet, and the Pumpkinhead went to the horse and held its head while the boy bored wo holes in it with his knife-blade md inserted the ears. 'They make him look very hand some," said Jack, admiringly. But those words, spoken close to :he Saw-Horse, and being the first) -sounds he had ever heard, so startled the animal that he made a bound forward and tumbled Tip on one side and' Jack on the other. Then he con tinued to rush forward as if fright ened by the clatter of his own foot steps, i "Whoa!" shouted Tip, picking him self up; whoa! you idiot whoa The Saw-Horse would1 probably have paid no attention t6 this, but just then it stepped a leg into a gopher hqle and stumbled head-over-heels to the gro'ind. where it lay upon its back, frantically waving it four legs in the air. "You're a nice sort of a horse, I must say!" he exclaimed. "Why didn't you stop when I yelled 'whoa?" "Does 'whoa mean to stop?" asked the Saw-Horse, in a surprised voice, as it rolled its eyes upward to look at the boy. "Of course it does," answered Tip. . "And a hole in the ground means to stop, also, doesn't it?" continued the horse. , "To be sure; unless you step over it." said Tip. "What a strange place this is," the creature exclaimed, as if amazed. "What am I doing here, anyway?" -Why, I've brought you to life," answered the boy; "but it won't hurt From Prize Winners - By Amy Saxon, Aged 11 Years. Sidney. Neb. Red Side. Dear Busy Bees: I was very much surprised to win the prize, for which 1 wish to thank you. I received it this morninn and I know I will like it We have increased the membership of our Junior Red Cross (Sammic's Girls) and meet each Saturday in the Carnegie library basement. Our him is to feed two Belgian orphans. I woufd Jike to hear from any other litte girl belonging to a similar or ganization, i Bloominston, Neb. Dear Editor: I received the nrire book and have been reading it. I find it is a very interesting book. too. Sometime I intend tfi wnitc tn Tlif Hp a crn in and linn in roroiv o-ni-wl a r ! l ri nave now. 1 am yours truly, THEODORE PERRY. i i i . . i I Ruby Craft. David Citv. Neb. Blue Side. Dear Busy Bees: I received my book some time aeo and I like it vorv much. I love to read stories of that kind and 1 wish to thank you verv much for it. Tip whittled out a new ear and fas tened it to the horse s head. , l "Now," said he, ', addressing his steed, "pay attention to .vhat I'm' oing to fell you. 'Whoa' means to stop; 'Get-Up P means to walk for ward; trot! means to go as iast as you can. Understand ?" ''I believe! I do," returned the horse. , " "Very good. We are all going on a journey to the Emerald City, to see His Majesty, the scarecrow; and Jack' Pumpkinhead is going td ride on your back, so he won't wear out his joints." "I don't mind," said the Saw-Horse. "Anything that suits ypu suits me." Then Tip assisted Jack to get upon the horse. "Hold on tight," he cautioned, "or you ' may fall off and crack vour pumpkin head." . "That would be horrible said Jack, with a shudder. "What shall I hold on to?" a "Why. hold on to his ears." re plied Tip, after a moment's hesitation. "Don't do that!" remonstrated the Saw-Horse; "for then I can't hear." That seemed reasonable, so Tip ."How about me?" asked the Saw Horse. "It won't hurt you to stand," re plied Tip; and? as you can't sleep, you may as well watch out and see that no one comes near to disturb us." Theiii the boy stretched himself upon the grass beside the Pumpkin head, and, being greatly wearied by the journey, was soon fast asleep. (Continued Xcxt Snnday) , I was very much surprised to see my story under first nrize. thouarh I was very glad. During the last week it has been very cold with Snow and AM Liii... ...!hI. t . . . . .-.J... it. i : i 1 1 l t. t , . . wju uuiug wuiu, uui iuu; ii is inuc, lineal ii nit uecn tur m long time. t Well, Busy Bees, where are you going to spend your .Christmas? I am going to spend mine with my grandma at Hardy, Neb. Well, Busy Bees, I must close because my letter is quite lengthy already. i wm write a story next time, inanicing you again tor my book, goodby. vvisn a Merry nristmas to you an. Rules far Young Writers 1. Writ plainly on one aide of the paper only and number the pagt t. line pen and Ink, not pencil. . Short and pointed articled will be given preference. Do not dm ovfr 350 word. 4. Original stories or letters onlj wlU be used. 5. Write your name, age and address at the top of the first page, A prise book will be given each week for the best contribution. Address all communication to Chil dren's Department, Omaha Bee, Omaha, Xeb. i Little Stories By Little Folks In a Minute. By Ethel Kudrna, Aged 10 Years, Bee, Neb. Blue Side. Once there was a little boy whose name was Jack,. - But he was always saying in a minute, so the boys named him In a Minute. At school whenever they were late they had to stay irt. One day his mother said: "Jack, do get up or you will be late for school." "In minute," Jack said. When. he did get up it was. 10 mjirates till the last bell. When he got to school all the children were at work. They all laughe'd when he came in. Thcti at recess he had to stay in. Then, after scliool, all the boys teased him. They said he was lazy.' Then the next day Prize Story By Melva Thorpe, 2588 Laurel Avenue, Omaha, Neb. Bob awoke very early this morning The first thing he thought of was what he told his mother the night before. It was two weeks until Thanks giving and Bob was going out to find work. He had planned to work till Thanksgiving and then buy a turkey with his earnings. After a light breakfast Bob-bid his mother and brother and sister goodby. "I may not be home for a few nights," he called cheerfully, "if I get work at a farm." , After walking for sometime Bob found himself on a country road. There had been a light snow the night before and a sharp wind was blowing. Bob was none too warm for his clothing was few and thin. In the distance he saw a small farm house. He soon arrived at the house, When he knocked there was no answer. Somebody must live here thought Bobfor there is a cat in the window. At last Bob made up his mind to go in. He opened the door and he saw an old man sitting by the fire, r. "?,,od evenin8 mV son" ad the old man. "Good evening sir," said Bob. Have you any work I can do for you?" "I can use you until Thanks giving and I will give you good pay," aid'the old man. "I will do my very best," said Bob. J Bob done his work faithfully and good, so' the old man let him go home for one day. Bob was at work early as usual the day after his vaca- tl0n, tU 0 your work very nice but won,t Pv yu net week. At last one night the old man said, "You may go home early in the morning. Here is your pay. Now go to bed." Bob opened the box which was given to him. There were only five black walnuts. "Don't look so sad but go home now," said the old man the next morning. It was a sad little boy that entered his home. "Are you sick," cried his mother. "This is all I got for my work," said Bob. "You had better crack the nuts, said Bob's sister, Helen. "You get the hammer," baid Helen to Jack (Bob's brother). Bob cracked the nuts. There was a $5 gold piece in every nut. Twenty five dollars cried the family all at once. It would have made you happv to see the little family around their little Thanlrtgiying dinner. There was a very good size turkey in the center of the table. they didn't want to play with him. After that he never said "in a min ute" any more. That taught hira a good lesson. He was always first at school and ready with a helping hand. Lives on Farm. ; By Ruby Sober, Aged 11 Years, Shelton, Neb., Route 2, Box 74. I live on a farm ot 320 acres. We live nine miles from Shelton. My brother Harryv runs the farm. We rent it to him. ,1 have five brothers and four sisters their 'names are Aaron, Clyde, Harry, Fied and Ralph. Fred is a soldier and Aaron is dead. My sister's names are Annabelle Margaret, Lizzie and Idai Harry, Clye, Annabelle and Margaret are married. Ralph and I walk to, school every day, it is three-quarters of a mile. My teacher's name is 'Miss Bessie Smith. . I am in the seventh grade. There are five in my class. We are having the ninth grade at school. I am busy now picking out Christmas presents. I like to go to school, I hope all the Busy Bees dd. I think I will join the blue side. I wish some of the Busy Bees would write to me, and I will answer. I ani five feet four inches tall, gray eyes, light brown hair. Well, I will close. It Was Too Good to Be True. By Margaret L. Crosby, Aged 15 Years," Sutherland Neb., Blue Side. One night one of my brothers had a dream and if it ever came true the kaiser wouldn't live to tell the tale. And the war would cease. ' The dream was. he has a little Shetland pony by the name of Daisy. He climbed on her and started for Germany, when he came to the At lantic coast. He rode onto a steamer and it went off to Germany. After traveling, he finally reached France. From here he went at a rapid speed until he came to the kaiser's castle. He dismounted his pony and went to the castle. He knocked and wanted in. He said to the servants that he knew the plans of the French and Americans, so they let him in. He bade the kaiser bow low or he would shoot him, the kaiser did so, and as he bent, his back broke, be cause he hadn t bent over lor so long, and sat there on his throne. Then my brother said, "I'll shoot him to make sure he's dead," but his forefinger was cut off, ancj in the palm of his hand he had a pistol fast ened. He pulled the trigger with his middle finger and finished up the old kaiser. ' He ran from the castle to Daisy and rode away as fast as he could. Many Germans on. motorcycles cam? after him, but could not catch him, he was too swift. He got home safe y and killed the kaiser to boot. When he awoke in the morning he told of his dream at the table, so if many such dreams come true, what would become of the kaiser.' A Visit to My Friends in Dundy County. i By Inez Cross, Aged 8 Years, Tren ton, Neb. Blue Side. Busy Bees, I am going to write to you and tell you about my visit to my friends.. My paoa had a hired hand to come up and get us. Wc went to the depot. The train was two hours late. The train came; we got oil it and rode a long.way. When we got there our friends were there to meet us. We had dinner, but we did not get our suit cases till the next day. The following day we went but forta ride. We came to a store named Balurck. We went home and went to bed. Sunday we had a whole lot of company. We had dinner. For din ner we had ice cream, cake, apples, potato salad, etc. We had our pic tures taken. After wc had our pic tures taken we wen. into the house and got ready to go to the train. On the way to town I saw nine rabbits. When 'we got home there was no- Out in the forest stood a pretty lit tle fir tree. It had a good place; it could have sunlight, air there was in plenty, and all around grew many larger comrades. But the little fir tree wished ardently to become great er. It did not care for the warm sun and the fresh air. "Oh, if I were only as great a tree as the others!" sighed the little fir. "To grow, to grow, and to become old; that's the only fine thing in the world." When Christmas time approached, quite young trees were felled. They were put upon wagons, and horses dragged them away out of the wood. "Where are they going?" asked the fir tree. "They are not greater than I; indeed, one of them ws much smaller. Whither are they taken?" "We know that I" chirped 4He spar rows. "Yonder in the town we looked' in at the windows. Oh! They are dressed' up in the greatest pomp and splendor that can be imagined. They are planted in the middle of the warm room and adorned with the most beautiful things gilt aoplei, play things and hundreds of candles." And then? asked the fir tree, and trembled through its branches. "What happens then?" "We have not seen anything more," said the sparrows, "but it was splen did." "Perhaps I may be destined to tread this glorious path one day!" cried the fir tree rejoicingly. "How I long for it I If it were only Christmas nowl If I were only in tjiat room amid the pomp and splendor! And then? Then, surely, something better will come, something far more charming, or else why should they adorn me so? Oh, I long to go!" "Rejoice in us," said the Air and Sunshine. "Rejoice in thy fresh youth here in the woodland." But the fir tree did not rejoice at all. It grew and grew, and when Christ mas came again people who saw it said, "That's a handsome tree 1" and it was felled first. When the ax sank into its side it felt faint and sad. to think it would never see its) wood and home again. When it came to itself It found it self in a lartte. beautiful room, and young ladies were decking it out. Oh, how the tree trembled! On one branch they hung little nets filled with candy; golden apples :and. walnuts hung down; dolls swung among the foliage; and high on the summit of the tree was fixed a tinsel star. It was splendid, all splendid. At last the candles were lighted. What brilliance, what magnificence! And now the children rushed in. They stood still a moment, and then shouted till the room rang; they danced gleefully around tli tree, and one present after another was plucked from it. When the candles had burned down to the twigs the chil dren were given permission to plun der the tree. Oh, they rushed upon it so its branches cracked! Then they danced about with their pretty toys, but no one looked at the tree. And the tree stood all night, with all its pretty things gone,,, quiet and thoughtful. . In the morning the servants came in. "Nowf, my splendor will begin afresh," thought the tree. But nothing of the kind happened. The servants dragged him out o( the roonvand upstairs to the garret, and. tnere tney put him In a dusty corner where no daylight shone. Th? fir ' treo leaned against the wall and thought. No one( ever came up to see ' him: only two mice came out to play on the floor near by sometimes. And so the days passed. At last one morn ing someone lifted him. rather rough ly to be sure, and carried him1 down to the courtyard. In the courtyard were the merry children playing, the children who had danced around him at Christmas time. The tree looked around at the blooming garden, and then at itself; it thought of its fresh youth in the wood, where the sun shone and the birds sang. , "Past I Past I" said the old tree. "Had I but rejoiced when I aould have done so!" Then the servant came and chopped up the tree for a bonfire The chil- dren looked at the fire and laughed each time it cried "Puff! Puff!" And at each explosion the fir tree thought of a summer day in the wood. Now that was all past, and the tree's life was past, and the story is past, too. Past! Past! And that's the way with all stories. , Six Years, Old Tomorrow, (Dec. 24), Name: School. Hawkins. John Lbng Seven Years Old Tomorrow. Fredrickson, Ernelt Castelar Jacobsen, Ella Long Eight Years Old Tomorrow. Janich, Amelia ...... St. Philomena Vreeland. Mabel ........... Dupont Campbell, Grace ....Bancroft Harland, Walter N Central Nine' Years Old Tomorrow. i WettengeL Ralph W Castelar Petr, Frances ..... .;. .Assumption Cottey, Ida Bancroft Wettengelj Roy Ca'stelai Pankowski, Stanley ...Immaculate Maloney, Francis Claude, St. Johns Hubbard, Floyd Garfield Glazier, Loois Cass body there to meet us. ' We went home and went to bed. This is a true story. I wish the boys and girls would write to me. I promise to write back to them. By Anne Pershe, Age 11 Years, 3209 T Street, bouth Umaha, Neb. , Red Side. . Jim was a large collie dog. His master, Robert, was very fond of him because he was so playful and inteui-Kent- . '. ... One morninsr Robert s father gave him $10 with which he intended to buy himself a new suit. As Robert started off Jim began to follow him. "You stay here, Jim. You will get run over in town, said Robert. Jim wagged his tail and whined pitifully, but Robert refused to let him gof Robert entered a clothing store and after examining several suits he de cided, on a nice blue serge suit. The clothrer put the suit into a box and began to tie it. Robert was looking for the $10 bill. He searched every pocket in vain, then, as the . tears rolled down his cheeks, he pushed the suit back to the clothier. "I can't take it, lost my money, wailed poor Robert. Just then the door opened and Jim came in. He was carrying the bill in his mouth and gave it to Robert. Robert was surprised to see Jim and wonderea how he came to have " The Fairies' Party" (PRIZE POEM) One night as on my pillow I lay, Thinking of things that had passed that day; I heard a soft tap upon my bedroom door, And a lot of tiny fairies danced in on my floor. One carried a lantern that sparkled like dew, 'Twas as tiny as anything that you ever knew, Then came another with a tiny tamborine, ' And the next with a small violin was seen. Then two more followed, dressed in pink and gray, Last came an elf with glasses, bottles and tray. He poured out the sweet and delicious wine. And each had their fill, so well did they tline. For I saw it all, as there I lay, . Thinking of things that had passed that day. When they were tired with their dancing and play, THc one with the lantern led out the way. ' They all followed after his lantern bright, Skipping away so softly and light. And 'tis true, for I saw it with my very own eyes; But I hardly believed it, 'twas such a surprise. ELIZABETH PAFFENRATH, Omaha, - Age 10 Years. ,, . i ' i the bill. He thinks that Jim was fol lowing him and saw the bill drop and being taught to pick up anything which Robert dropped he picked up the bill. ; . . . ' "Jim, you good, old dog, you have saved my blue serge suit. I am go ing to call you Blue Serge Jim and I will buy you some buns with the change' .said Robert. . ' A NEW MEMBER ' By Myrtle Grace, Aged 13 Years, Valentine, Neb.'. Pear Juniors: ,r ay. 1 p,ase oin yur happjr'page? We take the junior page and I read it every Sunday. I have a pet poodle ' dog and a parrot. I also have, two brothers. At our school we are mak ing books for the poor little children that would have no Christmas There are 32 children in our room. I will be 14 years old October 16. Hope to see my letter in print next aiwaay. We accept you, dear Myrtle Grace, as one of ui. We are a happy tribe and some of the little Busy Bees are doing splendid work in their stories. Send us your picture and tell us which side you wish to join the Red Side or the Blue Side. Editor. Queenie and the Snake. By Jessie Elizabeth Zimmerman. Aged '9 Years, Walnut, la. Blue Side. Dear Editor: This is the first time I have written to Tha- Bee and I hope to 6c , my letter in print. We live on t Tarm near Walnut. We have a cave near the house; by the cave is a wife pile. We also have a dog; its name is Queenie. I was about 4 years , old. One day mother was combing my hair, when I heard a . dog barking. Mother said it was Queenie barking. When mother was through with' my hair I went out and stood on the cave. Mother said not toi go close because Queenie had a snake. Mother thought it was a rattlesnake. It was under the wire. Queenie barked and barked. At last she got the snake. Father was coming down the road. I ran to meet him, and said that Queenie had a snake. The snake was a big bullsnake. Queenie had killed it. ; ' . Wesley E. Scott. Aged 12 , Years, juiesourg, Colo. have been reading your "Busy Bees" in the Omaha Daily Bee and decided to try my skill at writing a little poem, which you will find en closed in this letter and -I would like very much if you would publish it I have been interested in this page ever since papa started to take it sev eral years agp. And I will watch very anxiously to see it in print. Help. We are at war, don't you realize that? 'Tis food and clothes our soldiers . miss, Every little bit you save, Help keep out a German knave; Help to save our native home, Don't make it a German dome, f Save your food, don't waste a crumb, But keep it all beneath your thumb. ',' Wrhile your relation goes cross the sea, Let's help them to happy be, v And while they're 'neath that German . . sun, ,. Let us help them every one, Let's make the kaiser sorrv here Let's make him pay us good and dear. Save your .food, don't waste a crumb But keep it all beneath your thumb. ' , -W. E. Scott, Jr..
