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THE OMArfA SUNDAY BEE: JANUARY 13, 1918.' Busy Wit iiy-Pfekein Ipedal If mniah f 6-1 la 1 The s ftienerd J injur' s 1 5 By L. Frank Baum.- rlP was so anxious to rejoin his man Jack and the Saw-Horse that he walked a full half the distance ft the Emerald "City without stopping i rest Then he discovered that he ' ' as hungry and the crackers . and fieese he had provided for the jour ;y had all been eaten, f While wondering what he should in this emergency he came upon ft girl sitting byyflie roadside. She ore a costume that struck the boy ;s being remarkably brilliant: her liken waist being of emerald green 'ad her skirt of four distinct colors lue in front, yellow at the left side, r;d at the back and purple at the ght side'. 1'astening the waist in f-ont were four buttons the top one lue. the next yellow, a third red and .ie last purple. I The splendor of this dress was al liost barbaric; so Tip was fully jus fified in staring at the gown to? some homents before1 his eyes were attracted- by the pretty face above it ifes, the face was pretty enough, he "ectded; but it wore an expression of discontent coupled to a shade of de fiance, or audacity. ' ' I While the boy stared the girl looked W him calmly. A. lunch basket itood .beside her, and she j held a dainty sandwich in one hand and a Wd-bbiled egg in the other, eating With an evident appetite that aroused ..I... tnps symp-y. , . . . . SHt was just aDoui w BS o,""j i the luncheon when the girt stood . . i . , ... ..HMtKa frrtm her ip ana prusnca v,cf,u""f a5'Tt,IrV aM shel "it is time for mt tO go. wiry Hi",,"""-' -i j hni help yourself to its contents if you arft Hungry- , , r. t: .;,,! tii hasket eagerly and fbegan to eat, following for a time the !,nr trirt w thout bothering to ask question!. She walked along before him with swift strides, and there was i v.. ,n air nf decision and im- fportance that led him to suspect she Una some great personage, - I Finally, -when he had satisfied his :, i.- nn htside ner and nwBcr,.i. -K, ----- . .t iL tried to keep pace wi W"V Yt,; steps a very difficult feat, fot she was much taller than he, and evi- dently in a hurry. . . iV, ..ti 1. nn .nf much tor tne 'sandwiches," said Tip. as he trotted 'along. '"May I ask .your name? ?I am General Jinjur," was the ib7ohrPl3said the 'boy, surprised. "I command the Army of Revolt in this war," answered the General, with unnecessary sharpness'.. , u "Oh!" he v again exclaimed, ; i didn't know there was a war. You were not supposed to know it." she returned, "for we have kept it secret; and considering that bur army is composed entirely of girls, h AAeA. with some pride, it is 1 surely a remarkable thing -that our Revolt is not yet uiscovcrcu. "It is, indeed," acknowledged Tip. ''But where is your army? . . , ."About mile from here, said General Jinjur. "The forces have as sfmbled from 'all parts of the Land of O2, rt my express command. For u:. u thm rfav we are to conquer His Majesty the Scarecrow, - and wrest ;.vL i.L v.. throne. The Army of S Revolt only awaits my coming to march upon tne ivracu u . "Weill" declared Tip, drawing a long breath, "this is certainly a sur prising thingj May I ask why you wish to cmquer His Majesty the SCBeCcrau'the Einerald City ha, been ruled by men long .enough, ior one reason." said the g r . "More over, the City glittfre with teautifu gems, which might far better be used for rings, bracelets and necklaces; and there is enough money m the King's treasury to buy every girl m our Army a don new gowns.- So we intend to .conquer the City ana run the government to suit our selves." ,- ' , ..t. Jinjur spoke these woros wu eagerness and decision that, proved she was in earnest. , , "But wr is a terrible thing, said Tip, thoughtfully. "This wy will be pleasant, re plied the girl, cheerfully; . w "Many of you valt be slam! con tinued the boy, in a" awed voice n un, no, saia would oppose a girl, or dare to harm her? And there is not au ugly face in my.entire'Army." Tip laughed. . . .. "Perhaps you .are right, said he. "But the Guardian of the Gate con sidered, a faithful Guardian, and the King's Army will not let the City be conquered without a struggle. h The Army is old and feeble, re plied General Jinjur, scornfully. His strength has all been used to grow whiskers, and hi- wife has suclv a temper that she has already pulled more than half of them out by the roots. When the Wonderful Wizard reigned the Soldier with the Green Whiskers was a very good Royal Army, for people feared the W uara. But no one is afraid of the Scarecrow, so his Royal rmy don't count for murh in time ti war." After this conversation they pro ceeded some distance in silence, and before long reached a large' clearing in h forest where fully 400 young women were assembled. These were laughing and talking together as a if thev had gathered for a picnic instead of a war of conquest They were divided into four com Tin noticed that all were dressed in costumes similar to that worn by 'General Jinjur. The only real difference W that while those girls from the Munchkin country had the blue strip in front of their skirts, those from the-country of the Quad lings had the red strip in front: and thos from the country of Ihe Wink- tcs had the yeiiow strip in irom, u the Gillikin girls wore the purple strip in front. All had green waists, representing the' Emerald City they ' s " - ,'liiy Army of Revolt iutended to conquer, and the top but ton .on each vvaist indicated by its color which country the wearer came from. The uniforms were jaunty and, becoming, and quite effective when massed together. Tip thought this strange Army bore no weapons whatever; but in this he was wrong. .For each girl had stuck through the knot of her back hair two long, glittering knitting needles. General Jinjur immediately mounted the stump of a tree and addressed her army. ... "Friends, fellow-citizens, and girls 1" she said; "we are about to be gin our great Revolt against the men of Ozl ' We march to conquer the Emerald City to dethrone the Scare crow King to acquire thousands of gorgeous gems to rifle the royal treasury--and to obtain power over our former oppressors 1" "Hucrahl" said those who had list ened; but Tip thought most of the Army was too much engaged-in chat tering to pay attention to the words of the' General. . The command to march was now given, and the girls formed them selves into four bandsor companies, and set off with eager strides toward the Emerald fcity. -, The boy followed after them, car- rying several baskets and wraps and packages which various members of the Army of Revolt had placed in his care. It was not. long before they came to the green granite walls of 4hc City and halted before the gate way. The Guardian of the Gate at once came out and looked at them curious ly, as if a circus had come to town He carried a bunch of keys-swung round-his neck by a .goldenV chain; his hands were thrust carelessly into his pockets, and he seemed to ha,ve no idea at all that the City was threat ened by rebels. Speaking pleasantly to the girls, he said: "Good morning, my dears 1 What ran I An for vou?" 'Surrender instantlyl", answered General Jinjur, standing before him and frowning as terribly as her pretty fare would allow her tO. "Surrender!" echoed the man, as tounded. "Why, it's impossible. It's against the law! I never heard of such a thing in my life.' Little Stones (PrizeTLetter.) The Junior Red Crosa Girls. By Helen Ballou. Aged 13 Years, 1421 K Street, Columbus, Neb. Blue Side. I 4m a member of the Junior Red Cross Girls 6f Columbus. We meet every other week at the au ferent girls' homes and knit Our club was organized last April. We hava, 20 members, all from 10 to 13 years old. We elected of ficers at our second meeting. Paul- fine Coolidge was elected president, Dorothy piccc vice presiueni, Mae McCray secretary and I treas urer. Miss Helen McAllister is our leader. ... ... At first we knitted wash cloths and then when the Red Cfoss yarn came we knitted mufflers and wristlets. We are now knitting quilts for the Belgian babies. Each girl Casts 35 stitches and then knits a sauare. Then we take these patches and sew them to- cither to nuKe me Diannci. . Last summer we had a sale. We sold cakes, candy and. bread and flowers. We made $15, 'which we gave to the surgical dressings de nartment We' expect to have an other sale soon. We have not yet decided where we- will give tne mnntv we make then. The girls wanted to have a hike before winter, so we had one on aFridav when there was no school. We decided that we would hike out to the river and have our breakfast and come home later. We went out at 7:30 and started back about 10:30. Itlegan to rain when we were on the way, hut not verv hard until we had all reached home. At our next Red Cross meeting we are going to elect new officers, as these now have already served eight months, and after this we i will re-elect every six monjns. CuvunrinrinrirM,"rif " - ' ' (Honorable Mention) Kindness . to Dumb Animals. , By Harriet Cull, Aged 13 Years. Box F, Burt County,' Oakland, Nebr A very busy day in New York City James Monroe and "Henry O'Con nel were doing some shopping when James saw a lame bull dog. James then said to Henry, "I wish lame dogs would stay away from down town." and saying this he gave the dog an unmerciful kick which sent the poor innocent creature howling down the street trying to dodge the-j rushing crowd. 11ns made Henry "Still, you must surrenderl" ex claimed the General, fiercely. "We are revolting!" "You don t look it. said the buar- dian, gazing from one to another, ad miringly. "But we are! cried Jinjur. stamp ing her foot, impatiently; "and we piean to conquer the Emerald City I" "Good gracious! , returned tne sur prised Guardian of the Gates; "what a nonsensical idea! Go home to your mothers, my good girls, and milk the cows ana oatce mc preau. jvuh i juu know it's a dangerous thing to con quer a city "We are not afraid!" responded the General; and she looked so deter mined that it made the Guardian un easy. So he rang the hell for the Soldier with, the Green Whiskers, and the next minute was sorry he had done so. For immediately he' was sur rounded by a crowd qf girls who drew the knitting needles from their hair and began jabbing them at the Guar dian with the sharp points dangerous ly near 'us tat ciiceKs.ana DiinKing eyes. The poor man howled loudly for mercy and made no resistance when Jinjur drew the bunch of keys from around his neck, Followed by her Army tne uenerai now rushed to the gateway, where she was confronted by the Royal Army of Oz which was the other name for the Soldier with the Green Whiskers. "Halt!" he cried, and pointed his long gun full in the face of the leader. Some of the girls screamed and ran back, but General Jinjur bravely stood her ground and said, reproachfully: "Why, how now? Would youNhoot a poor.' defenseless girl?'" "No," replied the soldier; "for my gun isn't loaded." j "Not loaded?" ' "No; for fear, of accidents. And I've forgotten where J hid the powder and shot to load it with. But if you'll wait a short time I'll try to hunt them up " ' ' "Don't trouble yourself," said Jin jur, cheerfully. Then she turned to her Army and cried: ' "Girls, the gun isn't loaded! . "Hooray," shrieked the rebels? de lighted at this good news, and they proceeded to rush upon the Soldier with the Green Whiskers in such a crowd that it was " a wonder they didn't stick the knitting needles into one another. But the Royal Army of Oz was too much afraid of. women, to meet .the onslaught. He simply 'turned about and ran with all his might through the gate and toward the royal palace, while General Jinjur i and her mob flocked into the unprotected City. In this' wav was the Emerald City captured without a drop of blood being spilled. The Army of Revolt had become an Army of Conquerors! (Continued it Week.) By Little Folks uj-jj-ir.ru- ' 'f ' " TOO LATE. The following letters were re ceived too late for publication. We appreciate them and regret our inability to print them along with others: Mary Martin, Omaha, Net). Mary Olnt, Omaha, Nell. Arlyn Sower, Uratnarrt, Xcb. Frances Bell, Oni'eola, Nb. Margaret Bell, Osceola, Neb. Irma Kuqulat, Onceol. Neb. Jeannette Ollphant, Hasting", teb. Marietta. Flenyntngv Avoca. la. Luelta Bauer, Atwood. Kan. Kleanor Kirk, Btockhara, Neb. , Dora Dlerku, Bennington, Neb. Kathryn Kltterman. Hay 8rrng, rD. Porothy Grady, O'Neill, Nob. Geneva Grady, O'Neill. Net). angry and he left the boy James to do his shopping alone. When James was going home that evening he saw Henry on the street car which 'he boarded. Henry was carrying the dog very gently m his arms. This made James feel very sorry and jealous for what he had done hurt his conscience, but he wouldn't let Henry see it so he start ed to laugh at him but Henry still held the dog. Afterx theioys left the car and were walking home James stopped to think of . what a noble thing Henry had done and that even ing when ne was reauing m had bought down town he fejt his conscience prick him so he left his book and went up stairs to bed. That evening he didn't sleep more than about 4 hours. In the morning he went over to Henry's house and said, "Henry, I am very sorry for the incr an A I will never do anything like it again," and he never did anything but kind things to dumb animals.. I would like to see my letter in print, but, of course, I am not ex pecting to get a prize for -this is the first time I have ever written. I wish to join the Blue Side. My First Letter. ' , By Helen Smith, Aged 9 Years, .107 East Linden Avenue, Fremont, Neb. Dear Busy Bees: Ihis is my first letter. I read the Busy Bee page every Sunday. I go to the North school. My teacher's name is Miss Longacre. I have a cat and two kit tens and some chickens. I hope to see my letter in print My First Letter. BvEvclyn McGrath, Aged 11 Years, 1319 West Fourth Street, Hastings, Neb. Blue Side. Dear Busy Bees: This is my first letter to vou. I would like to join the Blue idc. I am in the fifth grade ai the Mor ton school. We had two weeks' ya- t (.rrize SANTA In By Alice Bondesson, Aged 9 Santa Claus is coming, ' Coming Christmas night, When the clock's hands point to twelve, ' He doesn't need a light. He comes down the chimney. When the fire is out, . And when no one is peeking, i To see what he's about. ' And he goes straight to his work, Of fixing the Christmas tree, And putting the presents around it. Some for you, and some for mc. He trims the house with holly, On the chandelier hangs mistletoe To make people kiss each other, When under it they go. And when he has filled all the stockings, Up the chimney he goes, His face wreathed with smiles, y His cheeks as pink as a rose, He then jumps into his sleigh, v His bag is empty row, ' Re rides through the snow without leaving a track-, lie does it, though no one knows how. The people on Chrisrma9, like on Thanksgiving, Have, turkey and cranberry sauce, They' accept their gifts with joy? And( siy,' "Hurrah for Santa- Claus. JL T t t cationthis Christmas. I had a very, nice time this vacation. I have been playingoutdoors. A little neighbor boy andl built a campfire and roasted potatoes. I enjoy your letters and' stones very much. Hoping to see my letter in print. Jimmy'a Christmas. By Maxine Clark, Aged 9 Years, 5724 North Twenty-eighth Avenue, Omaha. It was a cold December morning and on the corner stood poor little Jimmy. Jimmy was selling papers. He was 8 years old and was very poor. He had no mother nor fa ther and had to sell papers to. earn a living. One day he was standing on the corner hollering, "Paper!" when 4je heard someone saying to him. "I will take three papers." "All right, sir," said Jimmy, "here they are." "How much will that be?" asked the man. "Three cents, sir."' Now it was near Christmas and Jimmy was trying to sell enough pa pers so he could buy himself new shoes, as his were pretty well worn. Christmas came and Jimmy did not have enough money to buy his shoes. He got tip out of his bed, which was an old box with a gunnysack for a quilt, and what do you think he found? There in the box with him was a pair of new shoes, a coat, a cap, a waist, a pair of pants, a pair of stock ings and enough to eat for breakfast, dinner and supper ana some canay and nuts. Jimmy thought this the merriest Christmas he ever had. On the floor of the box there was a note which said, "From Mr. Smith." That was the man who had bought the three papers. I hope this escapes Mr. Wastebas ket. I v wish someone would write to me. A Letter.' By Donald Scott, Aged 10 Years, Re publican City, Neb, Dear Busy Bee3: This is the first letter to the Busy Bee page. I will tell vou about my Christmas. My grandma came to visit us the Sat urday before Christinas. When I met her at the train she had a queer Rook ing package in her hand, i wonderea if it might be an air gun. When we got -home the package was hidden where I could not find it, but when I came down stairs to look in my stocking Christmas morning, there was a dandy air gun, just what I had wanted. Beides my air gun I got two Snrtks. "Under the Lilacs" and "Little Men," written by Louisa M. Alcptt; a silk nanaicercni wun my imiui m it, a sweater and a box ot f lacticine. I have a little brother 3 years old and I am 10 years old. I go to school and am in the fifth grade. My teacher's name is Miss Miller. I like her very I read the Busv Bee page every week. I would like to joirfHhe bedtime stories. I wish to be on the blue side. A Letter. By Clement Young, Aged 11 Years, Doniphan, Neb. Blue Side. Dear Busy Bees: This is myfirst rletter to you. J am in the seventh grade at schoofl itiere are u in my clas4 and my teacher's name is Miss Bolen. I sold the Collier papers for a while- hut I have stopped them now. I have one brother 6 years old and is iu the second grade. I would like to join the Blue Side very much. I have never read the Busy Bee page before, but I am glad I did so. . I am hop ing to see my letter in print. One of the Busy Bees write to me. A Letter. By Halcyon Henry, Aged 9 Years, Creston, la. . ... - ' -Dear Busy Bees: This is my first letter to you. I certainly enjoy read ing the Busy Bee page. I have one sister, no brothers. My sister's name is Ruby. She is 6 years old. I go to school every day and haven't been absent nor tardy this term. My teach er's name is Miss Cusack." Well, as this is my first letter I will bring it to a close, hoping it escapes the vyastebaskc.t. New Busy Bee. Estella Von Seggern, Pender, Neb. Aged 10 Years, Blue Side. This is the first time I have written to this page. My father has taken the paper for about five years. As we children were smaller we could not read the paper so mamma would read it. We children can read the stories except my smallest brother. We had a program December 21, bnt it did not roem; CLAUS- . Years, 2712 Redick Avenue. A Silhomiett A Jane Powell isva little Busy Bee. She is in the first grade and is rapidly learning to read. Fortunately, her daddy's library is picture bocks, for the most part. Jane is starting her own library and this is her bookplate. last no longer than a half an hour. There were only four visitors. Santa Claus earn at school in an airship. As he flew over he dropped a package and a letter. The small children all rushed out of the school room and came running with a big package and letter. The children were anxious to see what was in the box. The teacher opened the box and there was enough that all the chil dren could get one and the teacher had three boxes left. My brother is writing a letter, too. If this letter is in print I will write again. I wish the children of this page would write to me. I will answer them right away. a T-T . n inciter. By Ottilia Goeth, Aged 7 Years, Gres ham, Neb. Blue Side. I have a bird whose name is Dick. He has a little cage in which he sleeps and stays. Every evening he goes to sleep as soon asthe dining room lights are . i . lurncu out. I was sorry for him one time. TheT nainters were painting our house and when they were tinting the walls they loosened Dick s cage a little. We had some -pictures on the ta ble. After a while we heard a noise. We "went in the dining room and the cage had fallen and Dick had flown out of the window. A paintef caught Dick'and brought him in the house. We soon found out that his leg was broken. We had a man fix it, and ever after that Dick has hopped on his leg as much as he wanted to. Hwi First T.ttr 'By Clara Virginia Case, Aged 7 Years, David Uty, jer. This is my first letter. I have been sick but am well now. I go to school and I am in the second grade. I hope I see my letter in the paper. Well, I will close my letter novy. By E. Loretta Dugan, Aged 1) Years, . Proctor, Colo. Dear Editor: This is the first time that I have ever written to your Busy Bee page. My father takes the Oma ha Daily Bee, and I enjoy the, chil dren's paaje and also the funny paper. We moved from Nebraska to Colo rado two yfars ago, and I enjoyed the trip very- much. 1 am gojng to a country school. My teacherV name is Mr. Church and I am in the Tearful Tommy Tearful little Tommy Has no arms or 'tummy Draw them with your y" fountain pen ' v And he may. stop cry ing then. t i v5 Raymond MacDonald 1 8 New President Eighth j Grade Class I WE; Raymond 3?biiatl The eighth grade . mid-year grad uating class held its election Thurs day. Raymond MacDonald was unanimously elected president and Madeline Nichols, secretary-treasurer. The class enters Central High school the latter part of January. Raymond MacDonald came , to Omaha with his family from Lincoln recently. He is the son of Mr, and Mrs. George R. MacDonald. fourth grade. Well, this is all for this time. Hope to see my letter in print. I will write more the next time. The' Rabbits Christmas. By Helen Ahlemeir, Aged 10 Years, 1022. East Sixth, Fremont, Neb. I read the Busy , Bees' page every Sunday. This is the first story I have written. I will now begin my story, "The Rabbits' Christmas." The rabbits were busHy talking about Christmas and what they would tell Santa to brine their young ones. When suddenly the door opened of Peter Rabbit's cottage, and Peter said: "Oh! papa, will you please fix my little cart. Flossie broke it. so Mr. Rabbit had to go in and could no more listen to the conversation of the rabbits. So one by one the rabbits " filed away, .a's their children wanted some thing. 1 I here was no one to ham the conversation any longer. But as Peter s father was fixing pis cart, Peter asked: Are we eoinfr to have a Christmas like other folks, papa?" Peter s papa did not know what to say, but he said "yes, probably." Peter certainly did have a'merry Christmas, for a little girl found Peter awaiting her on the Christmas tree on Christ mas morning. I am in the fifth grade aEast school. Mrs. Kirkpatrick is my teach er. I wish the Busy Bees a happy New ear. The Sea Gull. By Mercedes Taege, Aged. 11 Years, South First Street, Seward, Neb. There once lived a little boy wjfose name was Tom. He lived near the ocean. One day as Tom was playing among the rocks a large sea gull came flying by. Tom cried "Oh! beautiful sea gull, pray give me a ride on your back." The sea gull came lower and lower and at last it stlpped at Tom's feet. Tom climbed upon his back. They flew and flew, they rose higher and higher, at last they came to king's palace. The king and his daughter were in the rose garden. The king ordered his men to tell Tom and his sea gull to come to the throne. Thev did as they were told. vJom was very tlad n.: They were invited to dine wit1. th Uing. The king asked Tom to live with him, Tom said "he would." Ofie day a sad thing happened. The king died and left the throne for Tom. Soon after Tom married the king's daughter and they rule the court to day. A Letter. By Gretchen Pinske, Aged 12 Years, Ravenna, Neb. Dear Busy Bees: This is the first tune I have written a letter to you. I like to read the stories and letters the Busy Bees write, and would like to jein your page. I like to make up stories and will some time send some in if m letter is printed. I hope to see my letter in print Have Never Written. By Alma Sick, Aged 10 Years, Han cock, la. Red Side. I have never written to The Busy Bees. I would like to be a member of the Bjisy Bee. I live on a farm. The other night I , was gathering eggs in the ban., I heard some little chickens peeping.. I hunted for them and I found an- old hen in the cattle shed with , 13 little chickens. I brought them up to the house and p'ut them under a chicken coop. I went into the house and told mamma. She said I could have them if I took ; ; - Laughing Busy ' Bees These Modern Children! Old Lady You believe in Santa, don't you, dearie?" ' Small Boy No, I can't say that I do,, and I don't believe little sister does either, but mothef does, and we didn't like to disappoint her. The Helping Hand. Aunt Mary (horrified) Good gra cious, Harold, what would your papa say if he saw you smoking that nasty c'Kar? . . . . Harold (calmly) Dad? Why, h d be tickled to death. They're his Christmas cigars from mother., 7 A NewOne. Irafp Wife fat 4 a. m.) What do you mean coming home at this time in the morning? 1 Haoov Husband You see, it was like this. I went out to do my Christ mas shopping early, but none of the shops are open yet, so I came back home. Papa's Job. "What is Billy Hardatit doing these days?" I "Oh, he's busy as usualworking his son's way through college. Christmas Spending. Wife We'll spend a pleasant Christmas, won't we? " llusbandIt'U be all we'll have left to spend. Necessity, i "They say that one person can live well on 10" cents, a week by following the conservation diet. Do you believe it's possible?" "No, but I'm going to have to prove that it's possjle when Christ mas is over. ' . , Teacher Now, tell me, what were the thoughts that passed through Sir Isaac 'Newton's mind when the apple fell on his head? Bright Boy I guess he felt aw ful glad it wasn't a brick. Boston Transcript. "I trust, Miss Tappit," said the kind. 1y employer to his stenographer, "that you have something in reserve for a rainy day." "Yes, sir," answered the young wo-, man. "I am going to marry a maa named Mackintosh." Christian Reg, ister. Thejy were discussing that joke ajbout getting down off an ele phant. "How do you get down?" asked the jokesmith for the fourth time. s "Yon climb down." ' "Wrong!" "You grease his sides and slide down:" "Wrong r " "You take a ladder and get down." . "Wrong." "Well you take the trunk line down. "No, not quite. You don't get off an elephantyou get it off a goose." care of them. I got some bread and fed it to thenir They at it in a hurry. I got a little tin can and put some vVSlCr in it and gave it to them. They are not very big now, but they are growing fast. I hope to see my story in ptint. Thn Pir. By Arthur Von Seggern, Aged 12 V TI I.- XT. I. Til . j-cais. irenuer, cu., uiue olue. Years azo neonle did not know that pigs were good to eat l hen i will tell you about it. In China there -cmce lived a man who raised hogs. One afternoon the man went to town. While he was in town hi3 house burned to the ground. There was a pig in the house. The pig was fried. The 'next day the man told his son to -carry out the nic The snn goirjg to carry out the pig. When he loucned it ne ourned his finger. He had a little meat on his finger and it burned. So he nut it in his mrmrri and it tasted so nice, and he ate all he couia. He told his fathpr anri ti! '-.fi,.- gave him a whipping. . une day his tather saw him burn ing i hog and tasted it. It tasted so nice that he bouirht all th hnoa ;n h. country and afterward told his friends. And that is how tlipv fnimA . pig was good to eat. My First Letter. by Beulah Cunningham, Aged 10 Years, Fullerton, Neb. R. 1, . Box 105, Blue Side. This is my first letter to the Busy Bee page. I read thq Busy B.ee page every Monday. I have two sisters and one brother. I go to schoo! everv day. I like to go to school. I am fO years old. I am in the fifth grade. My teacher's name is Anna Henke. I guess I will close. ? hope to see my letter in print. My First Letter. By Sterling Marshall, Aged 10 Years, "Weeping Water, Neb. Dear1 Busy Bees: Thisjs my first letter. I read the Busy Bee page,, also Jhe comic section every Sunday. I have two brothers and one sister I go to school every day. My teach er's name is Miss Gordon. I am in the fifth grade at school, I would like to join the Red Side. Hoping to see my letter in print. The Fate of Wilhelm's Raiders. Aged 11 Years. Bloomington, Neb. When the kaiser's men attempt to raitt our country, ' The American gunners will bring them down; ' i They'll never reach the Statue of Liberty, -Nor to big New York town. When the boys in khaki come out anS fight They will show them a merry chase. And they'll know it was not a bluff, as the kaiser told them, But we'll fight them face to face. We'll do as good as Washington did ' When he fought in the revolut-'-yj in 18J. But if they ever get over here I I believe Uncle Sam will take take ritv I "1