, TTTE OMAHA SUNDAY BEE: DECEMBER 23. 1917.
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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 -
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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
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Ruby Craft. David Citv. Neb. Blue Side.
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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
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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.
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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.
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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..
