THE OMArfA SUNDAY BEE: JANUARY 13, 1918.'
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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
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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
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