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pedal Page lm Th mmaha The Scarecrow Tip slipped away from the girls and followed swiftly after the Soldier with the Green Whiskers.' The invading army entered the city more slowly, for they stopped to dig emeralds out of the walls and paving-stones with the points of their knitting needles, So the Soldier and the boy reached the palace before the news had spread that the City was conquered. The Scarecrow and Jack Pumpkin- head were still playing at .quoits in the court yard wheu the game was inter rupted by the abrupt entrance of the Royal Army of Oz, who came flying in without his hat or gun, his clothes in sad disarray and nis long oeard floating a yard behind him as he ran. Tally one for me, said the Scare crow, caimiy. wnats wrong, my man? he added, addressing the SoldW. ' "Oh! your Majesty your Majesty! The City is conquered I gasped the Royal Army, who was all out of "breath. "This is quite sudden," said the Scarecrow. "But please go and bar all the doors and windows of the palace, while I show this Pumpkin head how to throw a quoit." The Soldier hastened to do this, fvhile Tip, who had arrived at his heels, remained in the court yard a Jo look at the Scarecrow with won- dering eyes. His Majesty continued to throw,the quoits as coolly as if no danger threatened his throne, but the Pump kinhead, having caught sight of Tip, ambled toward the boy as fast as his wooden leg! would go. "Good afternoon, "noble parentl" he cried, delightedly. "I'm glad to see you are here. That terrible Saw-Horse ran away with me." "I suspected it," said Tip. "Did you get hurt? Are you cracked at all?" "No, I arrived safely' answered Jack, "and his Majesty has been very kind indeed to me." At this moment the Soldier with the Green Whiskers returned, and the Scarecrow asked: "By the way, who hai-conquered me?" "A regiment of girls, gathered from the four corners of the Land of Oz,"1! replied the Soldier, still pale . with fear. , "But where was my Standing Army at the time?" inquired his Majesty, looking at the Soldier, gravely. "Your Standing Army, was run ning," answered the fellow, honestly; "for no man could face the terrible weapons of the invaders." "Well," said the Scarecrow, after a moment's thought, "I don't mind much the loss of my throne, for it's a tiresome job to rule over the Emer ald City. And this crown is so heavy that it makes my head ache. But I hope the conquerors have no inten tion of injuring me, just because I happen to be the king." x "I heard them say," remarked Tip, with some hesitation, ''that they in tend to make a rag carpet of your outside and stuff their sofa-cushions with your inside." .' "Then I am really in danger," de clared his Majesty, positively, "and it will be wise for me to consider a 4 means to escape." , 1 "Where can you go?" asked Jack Pumpkinhead. "Why, to my ftiend the lin wood man, who rules over the. Winkies, and calls himself their emperor," was- the answer. "I am sure he will pro tect me." Tip was looking out of the win. UUW. I. "The palace is surrounded i by the enemy, said he. it is too late to es cape. They would soon tear you to pieces." . The Scarecrow sighed. "In an emergency," he announced, k'it is always a good thing to pause f and reflect. Please excuse me while I pause and reflect." "But we also are in danger,' said the Pumpkinhead, anxiously. "If any of these girls understand cooking, my end is not far off!" "Nonsense!" exclaimed the Scare crow; "they're too busy to cook, even if they know howl" ' "But should I remain here a prison er for any length of time," protested Jack, "I'm liable to spoil." "Ah! then you would not be fit to associate with," returned the Scare crow. "The matter is more serious than I suspected." "You," said the Pumpkinhead, gloomily, "are liable to live for many years. My life is necessarily short. So I musf take advantage of the few days that remain to me." "There, there! Don't worry," an swered the Scarecrow, soothingly; "if you'll keep quiet long enough for me to think, I'll try to find some way for us all to escape." So the others waited in patient si lence while the Scarecrow walked to a corner and stood with his face to the wall for a good five minutes. At the tnd of that time he faced them with a i are cheerful expression upon his fainted face. "Where is the Saw-Horse you rode here?" he asked the Pumpkinhead. "Why, I said he was a jewel, and so your man locked him up in the royal treasury," said Jack. "It was the only place I could think of, your Majesty," added the soldier, fearing he had made a blunder. "It pleases me very much," said the Scarecrow. "Has the animal been fed?" "Oh, yes; I gave him a heaping peck of sawdust." "Excellent!" cried the Scarecrow. "Bring the horse here at once." The soldier hastened away, and presently they heayi the clattering of the horse's wooden legs upon the pavement as he was led into the court yard. His Majesty regarded the steed critically. "He doesn't seem especially grace ful," he remarked, musingly, "but I suppose he can run?' Plans an Escape WI WQi. UAXl t OUI TO UJUTT O TO BUTUT "He can, indeed," said Tip, gazing upon the Saw-Horse admiringly. "Then, bearing us upon his back, he must make a dash through the ranks of the rebels and carry us to my friend the Tin Woodman," announced the Scarecrow. , , "He can't carry four!" objected Tip. "No, but he may be induced to carry three," said his Majesty. "I shall herefore leave my Royal Army behind. For, from the ease with which he was conquered, I have little confidence in his powers." i still, . he can run, declared I tp, laughing. "I expected this blow," said the sol dier, sulkily; "but I cant bear it. I shall disguise myself by cutting off my lovely green whiskers. And, after all, it is no more dangerous to face those reckless girls than to ride this fiery, untamed wooden horse 1" "Perhaps youare right, observed his Maiestv. "But. for mv Dart, not being a soldier, I am jond of danger. Now, my boy, you must mount first. THE WOODEN STEED And please sit as close to the horse's neck as possible." 1 Tip climbed quickly to his place, and the soldier ami the Scarecrow manged to hoist the Pumpkinhead to a seat just behind him. There re mained so little space for the King that he was liable to fall off as soon as the horse started. ' "Fetch a clothesline," said the King to his Army, "and tie us all together. Then if one falls off we will all fall off." And while the Soldier was gone for the clothe's-line his Majesty contin ued, "it is well for me to be careful, for my very existence is in danger." "I have to be as careful as you do," Sciid JcaCk. "Not exactly," replied the Scare crow; "for if anything happened to mi, tbat would be the end of me. Little Stories (Honorable Mention) The Horse. By Glen Thomas, Aged 12 Years, Clarks, Neb, Red Side. The horse is one of the oldest ani mals in the world. Before theywere caught and tamed they ran wild. That is the reason why little colts have such long legs, because if they hadn't, they would all have been caught by wolves and other animals. So the colts have long legs so they can keep up with their mothers. When the Spanish explorers came to America ihey brought horses with them to ride. As many of the ex plorers died and many were killed by Indians their horses soon began to run wild and the Indians caught them and used them to ride. Our, what we call Indian pony are -really de scendants of the horses the Spanish brought over. In the southern part of the United States are Called mus tangs. Since that time many breeds of horses have been originated. The breeds of horses are divided into four classes. The draft horse or those to , : But if anything happened to you, they could use you for seed" , The soldier now returned ' with a long )ine and tied all three firmly together, also lashing them to the body of the Saw-Horse; so there seemed little danger of their tumb ling. 6ff. "Now throw open the gates," com manded the Scarecrow, "and we will make a dash to libertv or to death." The courtyard in which they were standing was located in the center of the reat palace, which surround ed it on all sides. But in one place a passage led to an outer gateway, which the. soldier had barred by or der of his sovereign. It was through this gateway his Majesty- proposed to .escape, and the Royal Army now led' the Saw-Horse along the pas sage and unbarred the gate, which swung backward with a loud crash. "Now," said Tip to the horse, "you must save us all. Run as fast as you can for the gate of the City, and don't let anything-stop you." "All rightr answered the Saw Horse, gruffly, and dashed away so suddenly that Tip had to gasp for breath and hold firmly to the post he had driven into the creature's neck. Several of the girls, who stood outside guarding the palace, were knocked over by the Saw-Horses's mad rush. Others ran screaming out of the way, and only one or two jabbed their knitting-needles franti cally at the escaping prisoners. Tin I got one small prick in his left arm, which smarted tor an nour after ward; but the needles had no effect upon the ScarecrW, or Jack Pump-, kmhead, who never even suspected they were being prodded. As. for th Saw-Horse, he made a wonderful record, upsetting a fruit cart, overturning several meek look ing men, and finally bowling over th new Guardian of the Gate a fussy little fat woman appointed by General Tinjur. Nor did the impetuous charger stop then. Once outside the walls of the Emerald City he dashed along the road to the West with, fast and violent leaps that shook the breath out of the boy and filled the Scare crow with wonder. Jack had ridden at this' mad rate once before, so he! devoted every ef fort to holding, with both hands, his pumpkin head upon its stick, en- GAVE ONE FINAL LEAP. during meantime the dreadful jolting with the courage of a philosopher. "Slow him upt Slow him up!" shouted the Scarecrow. "My straw is all shaking down into my legs " But Tip had no breath to speak, so the Saw-Horse continued his wild career unchecked and with unabated speed, i Presently they came to the banks of a wide river, and without a pause the wooden steed gave one final leap and launched them all in mid-air. A second later they were rolling, splashing and bobbing about in the water, the horse struggling frantically to find a rest for its feet and its rid ers being first plunged beneath the rapid current and then floating upon the surface like corks. t (Continued next Sunday.) By Little Folks draw loads are generally low and stout. Some of the breeds-of this class the Percheron, Engnshshire, Clydesdale and Belgians. The horses for speed are called race horses. Some of this class are Arabians, Kentucky Whip and standard breeds. These horses are long and slim. The coach horses are something like the draft horse and something like the race horse. Some of the breeds of this class are French coach and German coach. The fourth breed is ponies. The principal breed of ponies are Shetlands. They were originated in the Shetland island. They are bred for their small size. v A Letter. By Jennie Strunce, 209 North Birch Street, Creston la. Dear Busy Bees: I hope you will let me in your hive, as I like to read the letters in the Sunday Bee, also I like to see Mr. and Mrs. Jiggs in the week days, I am 8 years old, am in the third grade and I like my teacher fine. I have two sisters, six brothers. My oldest brother, Harry, is married ad ( f Hungry Henry Hungry little kid. Lost his baby bib. He is laughing thinks it's fun that you're going to draw him one, A A A A AA JUAAA A AAA Jl. By Mary Horalek, Aged 11 It was the week before Christmas when I arrived at the jewelry shop. I was put in a showcase with the other Christmas presents, where the little children would pass by and gaze at me. It was the second day after my arrival at the shop, when an old man and a little girl came into the shop and stepped to the case. They were looking at the Christmas presents. All of a sudden the little girl said, "Oh I I wish I owned that fountain pen." And she held her finger pointing to me. But her grandfather shook his head solemnly, saying that I was too expensive for him to buy. ' , This of course displeased me, and I began to grow dreary and sad, thinking that I was too costly for that little girt. That night when grandfather tot home he told the story of the little ffirl to his wife. Thev talked the matter over and river strain of a buying me for Elsie's Christmas present, for that was the name, they thinking that she would need me in the future time. They finally decided to purchase me the next morning. When morning came, he went to the shop and, going to the case, asked the clerk how much I cost. The clerk said, "Four dollars and fifty cents." My heart could burst thinking that he would say that I was too costly. But he only said, "I shall take the; fountain pen." I cannot even ex press it in my own words how glad I was when the clerk reached for me and gave me to the old man. He also purchased some finely ruled ink paper for me to write to some dear friend. I was then taken to the old man's home, where I Was placed with the other Christmas presents for Elsie. How glad I was that I, too, was going to be one of Elsie's Christmas presents. The night before Christmas I was taken with the other presents for Elsie to her house. I did not see her that evening, for she was in bed when I arrived. Her father took me and tied me on the Christmas tree. All ight I 'was thinking of the happy morning when Elsie would be hugging me close to her heart. When Elsie got up the next morning she came running to the Christmas tree. She found her doll the first thing, and next, to her great surprise, she 6aw me, neatly packed in a cozy box. That day she did not unpack any of her other presents, but was busy with me. The next morning she ran to her grandfather's house, thanking him over and over again for the beautiful gift. I was of great help to her. She used me at home and at school for writing her lessons and other purposes. ! But one day she lo.ied me to a eirl bv the name bf Tessle. . Tessie. t being careless with me, broke my : jewelry snop trom where l came. My( point was replaced and soon I was well again. ' i I lived for about five years and finally one cold winter night Elsie forgot me in school I became cold and the ink within me froze, causing me to burst open. Elsie grieved over her loss, but she keeps me in a glass case with her other souvenirs. Her mother has given her another one for her Wrthday. Thus Elsie and I were such good friends. , 44AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA the next two, Eddie and Willie, are in Texas. " Eddie is in the army at Camp Bowie and William is on a ranch at Crosbyton. The rest are all home. I am learning to knit and even my brothers are knitting. We also belong to the Red Cross., ' Will close this time, may write again if you print this. The Real Red Cross Helper. Ruth Scoutt, Aged 11 Years, West Twenty-third Street and Seventh Avenue, Kearney, Neb., Blue Side. It was in a country school out in the western part of Nebraska. There were only 11 girls in the school with Miss West for their teacher. She was telling them about the big Red Cross drive and about the Junior Red Cross. She told them they join for just 25 cents and then they could give more money, but Miss West told them it would be nice if every one could earn all the money they gave. All the girls thought they could join except Amy Brown. Miss West asked why she couldn't and she told her she didn't think her mother could spare her the money. Miss West would have liked to give Amy the 25 cents, but she felt that Amy would feel badly if she offered it to her. Then she said, "Girls, tomorrow is Friday and then I won't see you 'till Monday, so all that can bring your money tomorrow and I will give you your pins. Your are dismissed." The next day the girls came to school and all but Amy joined. To her the day seemed to drag through. She wanted to join so bad, but she knew her mother was too poor to give her the money. After school Miss West kept all the girls but Amy and said to them: "You know Amy is too poor to join and don't you think it would be nice to earn some money for her. I know where lots of wild flewers are and we can sell those. You know Amy is always doing things for everybody and we can pay for wjiat she does." The girls liked this plan and agreed to meet the next day, pick the flowers, and sell them. In the meantime when Amy got home she poured out her woes to her mother's ears and they made her very sad. But she said to Amy, "Little girl you do not have to help just at school, you can be mother's little Red Cross helper just by helping and doing good for others." Amy did this and it made every- Too Late 1 The following letters were received too late for publica tion. We appreciate them and regret our inability to print them along with others: Arline Pleper. Pender, Neb. Lawell Gordon, Sutherland, Neb. Florence Srward, Omaha. Nub. Melvina Schure, Humphrey, Neb. Alpha Brayman, Bellevue, Neb. Elale Speckmann, Ashland, Neb. Juanlta, Potter, Phltllpa, Neb. Sterllnc Marshall, Weeping Water, Neb. Irma Nurqulst, Osceola, N-b. Margaret Brady, Kimball, Neb Oretehen Plnske Kavenna, Neb. Erma Kappelln, Axtell, Neb. Arthur Worth, Merna, Neb. Years, Irving, Kan. Blue Side. (PB1ZB) point and I had to be sent to, the , ? body love her. One morning when she woke up she found something under her pillow. It was a handker chief with $2.50 tied up in it and a note that read like this: "Tofthe real kind of a Red Cross helper from her class (to give for the good of people." I wish some of the Busy Bees would write me. A Letter. By Leona Boettcher, Aged 9 Years, . 716 East Ninth Street, Columbus. Dear Busy Bees: This is my first letter to you. I am in the first grade at school. My teacher's name is Miss Smocker. I like her very well. I have four brothers and one sister. It is very cold here. We go to Sunday school every Sunday. We went this morn ing, too. Hoping you had a merry Christmas and a happy New Year, for I did. Well, I will close. Wishing to see my letter inprint and win a prize. 'The First Day of School. Velva Paap, ;Agcd 10 years, Berlin, Neb. September 11 .was drawing near and Johnny Jones did not want to go to school. Johnnny had seen his teacher during the summer and told his mother he was positive he would not like her. She reminded him of an old "crank 1" As he was going to school Monday morning, he wished something would happen to make him tardy, as nothing happened he walked into the schcipl room. c The teacher kept calling him John instead of Johnny and instantly he declared he would not stand for it. The teacher was very kind the first morning of school and as Johnny went home for dinner his parents asked him how he liked his teacher. Johnny answered, "teachers are alii very kind the first dayr At noon as Miss Mohr (the teacher's name) opened the drawer of the bookcase a mouse jumped out, it scared ner so that she screamed and jumped up and down. Johnny, who was sitting in the front seat took off his shoe and killed if. Miss Mohr told Johnny she,, would like to see him after school'. After school that evening Miss Mohr gave Johnny a quarter for . his bravery. As Johnny went to bed that night he told his mother he thought he liked his teacher this year very well. She was very pretty. . I hope to see my letters in print. I will write another story later. By Marguerite Rhine, Aged 9 Years, 2622 Dodge Street, Omaha, Neb. Dear Busy Bees: This is my first letter in the story contest, I go to St. John's school and am in the fourth grade. I am also in Mrs. Brandeis' dancing class, which acted at the florists on South Thirteenth street fdr the movies, which are now being shown at the Brandeis theater. I do not spend all my spare time playing, for when I grow up I want to be prepared, to earn my clothes and help my parents, who are so good to me while I am little. My cousin, Harold Rhine, who is in the navy on the battleship Wisconsin, has re turned to his ship at Philadelphia after spending several days with us. I learned many things interesting Rules far Young Writers . 1. Write plainly on en aid of the patter only and number (lie pace t. I'm pen and Ink. not pem-ll. t. Short and pointed article will be give preference. lh not ue over till word. 4, Original atorlr or letters only will be used. , B. Write your name, age and address at the top of the flrt pace. A prlae book will be given earb week for the best Vontrlhutlon. Addreee all communications to Chll dren'a Department, Omaha Bee, Omaha, Neb. ' and wish I could do more to help get the kaiser. I have a Liberty bond and hope it will help win the war. I hope you will consider my let ter worth the spiffe in The Omaha Bee, as that is our paper. Bobbie's Christmas. lone Freeland, Aged 10, Axtell, Neb, Bobbie was a poor little boy who stayed with his aunt. She was very mean to him and he had to work for her. She was very rich and all the neighbors knew that she was,1 but Bobbie did not. When Christinas came Bobbie did not think that he would get any pres ents. On Christmas eve .e went to the church, all the other beys talked about what they would pet. At last it was over and Bobbie was about the last one out, As he was walking home he saw a child sitting by a fence in the cold. He did not have any shoes or stockings on, so Bobbie took off one of his wooden shoes and laid it beside the child. Then he went home. When his aunt found out that he had given away his shoe she -scolded him for givjug it away to the child. She sent him to bed with out any supper and made him pin his shoe by the fireplace and said if anything was in it, it would be a switch. - When morning cme he found the shoe full of presents and his aunt was very sorry for what she had done to him. This is the first time I have written and I hope my letter will be in print. I wish to join the blue side. By Katharine Schultz, Aged 10 Years, Milford, Neb. Red Side. Once upon a time i little girl wan dered out into the -woods. She chased the butterflies for a long time, when at last she came to a creek. The butterflies flew across, but how was the little ffirl. to cross? So she sat down by the creek and thought for a long time, when suddenly she iumoed ud and said. "I can wade across. It doesn t ipok so deep, soj she took oft her shoes and stockings and-star ted4o wade across. It was not very deep at all, so she got across. Then she found the butterflies again and .chased them. But at last she was Tired, so she thought she would go back to the creek and, wade across it to the other side and go home. When she got to the creek it looked much deeper, for she was not at the same place, but she thought, "It is no deeper. I just think so." So she started to wade across, but when she was about in the middle of it she began to sink down in i the mud. "Oh I Oh!" she cried, "I will never get out" And at last she just fell over into the water and her little hands reached. the bank, so she pulled and milled, and soon she got out, Then she ran home wet and dripping. When her mother saw her she asked, "How did you get so wet and muddy like thatr Then the girl told her whole story and said she would never run away to the woods and never wade in the creek, and she never did. A Haunted House. By Era Adams, Aged 13, Wolbach, , jNeb., Koute t, tuue siae. Close to our place, on the farm joining ours, is a vacant nouse tnai they say is haunted. One day five of us girls were out walking and we came close to the haunted house and one of the girls said "Let's go up to that house and see if it really is haunted." So we- went up to the house and went inside the first room and we thought we heard something in the pantry, then we heard it upstairs so we finally got ii n enoucrh couraee to trv to oocn the pantry door, but we couldn't. We thought it was locked, but then we heard somebody kick against the wall, so we ran out of the house and didn't hear anything for a long time. Pretty soon we went back and all was quiet, so we went upstairs and just as we were ready to come down somebody threw a large box in the way. We climbed over it and' finally got out and ran away as fast as we could., Once we stopped and looked back in time to fet somebody put their head out the door. Then the way we did run! We ran up to one of the girl's house and when we' got up there her brother was there laughing and telling how he scared us girls. So I guess the house isn t haunted after alll Tier brother had cut across the creek and beat us home. My First Letter. By Arnold Boettcher, Aged 7 Years, 716 East Ninth Street, Columbus. Dear Busy Bees: This is my first letter to you. I am 7 years old and will be 8 January 19, 1918. I am in the third grade at school. My teach er's name is Miss Artuburm I like A Little Pair of Shoes With tooa worn through and rafted. And atalned with a mother'a tears; Cart-fully guarded and treasured. For, lo! these many years Is a little pair of shoes. They brtna- from the past a picture That. time ran never efface; They brlna; us again our baby. With his smile and dimpled faco This little pair of shoes. The soft tender feet that wofe them Were bruised on the rugged road That leads from, youth to manhood With many a heavy load - For a little pair of ahoes. i Although he has grown to manhood. Not needing our watchful care, We can only see our baby When we open the drawer and there Find a little pair of shoes. TOHRBT. A Soldier's Dog BEATRICE ESTABROOK. In a tiny French village lived Jac ques, a St. Bernard dog. He was greatly beloved by the villagers, but, between the dog and his master there was a much stronger bond of affec tion. Every day, when the men drilled upon the green, Jacques stalked up and down with them, turning when they did, and looking very soldierly. Soon there came a day cf great Confusion. Women and children were, weeping; men were grave and pale. Jacques' master took him to a friend's house, where the dog was shut up in a room. Before he left, his master put his arms around him and Jacques felt scalding tears falling upon his head. Then the dog was alone. Jumping upon a chair, Jacquis could see the soldiers leaving the village. He whined and barked but no one came to let him out. Finally, as the last column marched from, sight. Jacques gave one frantic ' bound through the window and tore through the tearful crowd. He overtook the soldiers and sought his master's sside. They tried to send him back; they even stoned him, but for four days Jacques followed his master's ' bat tery on the march. , . Then, on the fifth day, this division of the French army was brought into battle. It was horrible. Jacques was terribly frightenid. He saw men and horses shriek and fall. He pressed closer to his master's side. But in the late afternoon somehow they be came separated, and, as Jacques stooped to drink the spilled water from a dead soldier's canteen, there came suddenly a deafening crash. Flames darted before his eyes. He was hit with r flying piece of iron, and fell. For a long time he lay motionless, then he crawled painfully away, seeking solitude in his death. . It happened as such things oo happen that he found his master ly ing upon the ground, mortally wounded, and inexpressibly lonely as death approached. Then the dying man felt a muzzle, soft and warm, creep into his fevered hand. A great furry form snuggled close to him, and with a last effort the master put his arm around his dog, and so they died, together. That night, -as the soldiers were picking up the dead, they found the two friends. And they gave the dog a soldier's funeral with his master and the other deadcomrades. ' Remember the "Be kind to Ani mals" campaign and endeavor to fur ther it. her very much. I would like to join the Blue Side. I wish some of rfhe Busy. Bees would write to me. Hope you had a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. I read the Busy Beje page every Sunday and like it very .much. Hoping to win a prize and also to see my letter m print, will close, for my letter is getting too long. WirVerl Peter Runnv. By David Genho, Aged 9 Years. ! South Nineteenth Street, Omaha 709 na. . Red aide. One morning Peter Bunny was sent to the store, and going errands he hated. Peter 4ook. his father's um brella with him, and wis soon playing pranks with it. The umbrella heaved him in the air.- His paws were soon half frozen, he let loose of ' the urn- t brella with a great plunge into the sea. Peter was nearly drowned, but he was not afraid. He floated along until he came to a huge log drifting . . - . i i in rne water. ierer rmnir ma irar ments on the boughs to dry, getting chilly after an hour or so, he, wanted to get to land. His craft soon bore him toward a desert island and bis heart was tun ot joy wnen ne stepped ashore. Peter gathered a pile of eggs and started to have fun with the' pen guins that flew about him. Every one within reach of Peter got a hit. He made friends with one of the pen guins, who was ready for peace. Peter made a saddle and fixed it in the back of the bird, mounting it he rode gaily around the island. The penguin, without warning Peter, flew over a cliff into the water. No one helped him out. He stayed there until the next morning when his body was washed ashore upon the sand. He lay there until the penguins took pity upon hitri. They bore him away to a' grassy knoll where they bucied him. Peter was not dead Wakeninirout of. his trance the wicked bunny soon bur rowed his way above the ground again. , Busy Club. By Marion Joy, Aged 13 Years, 78 South C Street, Fremont. Neb. I belong to the S. B. B. club (Sun Bonnet Babies) at Fremont Last Easter we had a sale and we cleared' about $20. With the money we bought a nan a ton ot coal tor a poor widow with quite-a few children. Then we gave $5 to the Re Cross and also at different times gave a crippled boy $7. We were planning to have a Christ- . mas sale, but three of our members were taken down with scarlet fever, so its was impossible. . ' There are 10 members. Martha, Johnson is president; Edith Johnson, secretary, and I am assistant secre tary. We had some very nice picnics last summer. We also have jolly times at our meltings, which are every other week. This is my first letter to the Busy Bees, knd I would like to join the Blue Side. ' A Letter. By Virginia Ann Springton, Aged 8 Years, Ainsworth, Neb. Dear Busy Bees: This is a funny thing towrite, but I'll write it. I am go ing to write my nicknames. My uncle calls me Proons, my sister calls me Punch, my baby friend calls me Jejaa, another baby friend calls me Sheeny, my aunt calls me Honeybunch, my mother calls me Little Lamb, my uncle calls me Stick-in-the-Mud An other man calls me Candy Girl, tad really that' is all the nicknames I have. I am sorry to say I have so many and now I have another. Daddy calls me Jeff. t