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12 -A THE OMAHA SUNDAY" BEE: JANUARY 27, 1918. pdaP Page f IP, ft Be98 Bmf Little HennafMalkeiri - M The Journey to. By L. FRANK BAUM. ' Tip was well soaked and dripping water from every angle of liis body; but he managed to lean forward and shout in the ear of the Saw-Horse: ' ; "Keep still, you fool! , Keep still!" The horse at once ceased struggling and floated calmly upon the surface, its wooden body being as buoyant as .a raft..:: .,' . . . "What does that word 'fool' mean?" inquired the horse. "It is a term of reproach, an swered .Tip, somewhat ashamed of the expression. "I only use it when I am angry." . "Then it pleases me to be able to rail you a fool, ia return," said the horse. "For I did not make the river, nor put it in our way; so only a term of reproach is fit for one who be comes angry with me for falling into the water." . ' 'That is quite evident," replied Tip, "so I will acknowledge myself in the wrong." Then he called out to the PumnTtinhead: "Are you all right, Jack?" v There was no reply. So the boy called to the King: "Are you all right, your majesty?"' The Scarecrow groaned. ; ! "I'm all wrong, somehow," he said, in a weak voice. "How very wet this water isT "'. ; Tip was bound so tightly by the cord that rfe could not turn his head to look at his companions; so he said to the Saw-Horse: 5 ' "Paddle with your legs toward the shore." ' The . horse obeyed, and although their progress was slow they finally reached the opposite river bank at a place where it was low enough- to enable the creature to scramble upon dry land. - ' - With some difficulty the boy man aged to get, his knife -eut of his pocket and cut the cords that bound the riders to one another and to the wooden horse. He heard Scarecrow fall to the ground with a mushy sound, and then he himself quickly dismounted and looked at his friend Jack. . The wooden body, with its gor geous clothing, still sat upright upon tli lirtrce' h.iclt! but the numnkin head, was gone, and only the sharp ened stick that served for a neck was visible. js for the Scarecrow, the straw in his body had shaken down with the jolting and packed itself into his legs and the lower part, of his bodyr-.which appeared very , plump and round while his upper half seemed like an empty sack. Upon his head the Scarecrow still wore the heavy crown, which had been sewed on to prevent his losing .it; but the head was' now so damp and limp that the T.-cight of the gold and jeweU sagged forward and crushed the painted face into a mass of wrinkles that made him look exactly like a Japanese, pug dog. ;.' ,''" ' ;Tip would have laughed had he not been so anxious about his man Jack. But the Scarecrow, however damaged, was all there, while the pumpkin head that was to necessary to Jack's existence was missing; so the boy seised a long pole that fortu nately lay near at hand and anxiously turned .again toward the river.' ' . Far out upon the waters he sighted the golden hue of the pumpkin,, which gently bobbed up and down with the morion of the waves At that moment it was quite out of Tip's reach,, but after a time it floated nearer and still nearer ' until the , boy was.ablev to reach it with his pol and draw it to the shore, i hen ne urougiu n w thi ton of the bank, carefully wiped the water from the pumpkin face with his handkerchief, and jan wit,h i( to Jack and replaced the head upon Jhe man's neck. . "Dear met" were Jacks first words. "What a dreadful experience! 1 won der if water is liable to .sppit pumpr kins?".". ' , ": '' '". ,;Tip did not think , a ' reply . was necessarv. for he knew that Scare crow also stood in need of his help, j So .he carefully removed the straw from the King s body and legs, 'and spread it out in the sun to dry. The wet-clothing he hung over the body of the Saw-Horse.- ' - . v "If water spoils pumpkins, " ob served Jack, with a deep sigh, Vthen my days are numbered." ' ."I've never noticed that water spoils pumpkins,'' returned Tip; "unless the water happens to be boiling. If your head isn't cracked,, my friend, you must be in fairly good condition." ! "Oh, my head isn't cracked in the least " declared Jack, more cheerfully.- ", ; - , . : : ' - "Then don't, worry," retorted the boy. "Care orice killed; a cat." . ' - "Then," said Jack, seriously, "I am very glad indeed that l am hot a cat",' -i i Trie nun was fast drvine , their clothing, and Tip stirred up his Ma jesty straw so tnat me warm rays rmo-ht absorb the moisture and make it as. crisp and dry as ever. When this had been accomplished he stuffed the Scarecrow into symmetrical shape and smoothed out his face so that he wore his usual gay and charming evnreSKion. "Thank, you very much," said the monarch, brightly, as he walked about and found himself to be well bal anced. ' "There are several distinct advantages in being a Scarecrow. For if one has friends near at hand to re pair damages, nothing very serious ran riannen to vou." "I wonder if not sunshine is liable tc crack pumpkins," said Jack, wit;h - an anxious ring in his voice. ' Not at all not at a",!" replied the Scarecrow. eailv.,."All you need. fear, my boy, is old -age. When your golden youth has decayed we shall quickly part company but - you needrt look forward to it: well dis- . cover the fact ourselves, and notify xou..But come! Let us resume our the Tin Woodman journey. I am anxious to greet my friend, the Tin Woodman." So they remounted the Saw-Horse, Tip holding to his post, the Pumpkin head clinging to Tip, and the Scare crow with both arms around the wooden form of Jack. "Go slowly, for npw there is no danger of pursuit," said Tip to his steed. "AH right!" responded the creature, in a voice rather gruff. "Aren't you a little hoarse?" asked the Pumpkinhead, politely. The Saw-Horse gave an angry prance and rolled one knotty eye backward toward Tip. "See here," he growled, "can't you protect me from insult." "To be sure!" answered Tip, sooth ingly. "I am sure Jack meant no harm. And it will not do for us to quarrel, you know; we must all re main good friends." "I'll have nothing to do with that Pumpkinhead," declared the . Saw- Horse, viciously; "he loses hiVheadO too easily to suit me. . There seemed no, fitting reply to this speech, so for a time they rode along in silence. . After a while the Scarecrow re marked: "This reminds me of old times. It was upon this grassy knoll that I once saved Dorothy from the Sting ing Bees of the Wicked Witch -of the West." . "Do Stinging Bees injure pump kins?" asked Jack, glancing around fearfully. ; f : . " VThev are ail dead, so it doesn't matter,'' replied the Scarecrow. "And here is where Nick Chopper destroyed the Wicked Witch's Grey Wolves. : ' "Who was-Nick Chopper?" asked Tip. - ; "That is the name of my friend the Tin Woodman," answered his Ma jesty. "And here is where the Winged Monkeys captured and bound us, and flew away with little Dorothy," .he continued, after they had traveled a "tittle way farther. ' ' "Do Winged Monkeys : ever eat pumpkins?" asked Jack, with a' shiver of fear. : .i . " rln not know: but vou have lit tle cause for worry, for the Winged Monkeys are now the slaves of Glinda the Good, who owns the Golden . Cap ' that commands . their services",, said the Scarecrow, re flectively. .' V -.; Then the stuttea monarcn occamc est In thoiierht. recalling the days of past adventures. And the Saw-Horse rocked, ana rouea over uie, nower strewn fields and carried its riders swiftly upon their way. . , ' " . , . Twiliorht fell, bye and bye, and then the dark shadows of night. So T'P stopped the horse and they all pro ceeded to dismount. .'. , '. "I'm tired out," said the boy, yawn ing wearily; "and the grass is soft and cool. Let us lie down here and sleep until morning." "I can t sleep, said jack, v "I never do." said the Scarecrow. "I do not even know what sleep is,' said the Saw-Horse. ' ; . "Still, we must have consmerauon for this poor boy, who . is made of flesh and blood and bone, and gets tired," suggested the Scarecrow, in his usual thoughtful manner. "I re member it was the same ' way witn little Dorothy. W7e always had to sit.' What Time? Draw the hands upon this clock To the time that moth- , er said . .Little folks should be in bed. . ' through the night while she slept." "I'm sorry," said Tip, meekly, "but I can't help it. And I'm dreadfully hungry, tool" , Here is a new danger!" remarked Jack, gloomily. "I hope you are not fond of eating pumpkins." "Not unless they're stewed and made into pies," answered the boy, laughing. "So have no fears of me, friend Jack." 'What a coward that Pumpkinhead isl" said the Saw-Horse scornfully. "You might be a coward yourself, if you knew you were liable to spoil!" retorted Jack; angrily. v "There I there !" interrupted the Scarecrow; "don't let us -quarrel. We all have our weaknesses, dear friends; so we must strive to be considerate of one another. And since this pooi boy is hungry and has nothing what ever to eat, let us all remain quiet and allow him to sleep; for it is said that in sleep a mortal may forget even hunger.'' "Thank you I" exclaimed Tip, grate fully. "Your Majesty is fully as good as you are wise and that is saying a good deall" ,; ; He then stretched himself upon the grass and, using the stuffed form of the Scarecrow for 4, pillow, was presently fast asleep. (Continued Next Sunday.) Little. Starito (Honorable Mention) The Jolly Jack o'Lantcrns. By Margaret Bell, Aged 9 Years, Box 276, Osceola, Neb,. , We're the jolly Sack o'lanterns, 1 We are, out for., fun, If you meet us on your pathway, You had better run. . We will chase you up the hillside, Race you down the street, We're the jolly jack o'lanterns - "Oh I" so gay and fleet. If I win a prize please send me a book of fairy tales.. If you have any of them.: . .' . , . First Letter. By Charles Goss. 104 West' Fifteenth Street, Columbus, Neb. . This is my first letter I have wrote to you. .. I have read; the .children's, page every Sunday. I am in the fifth grade and I am 10 years old. I have a bull dog and his name is Rox. . He is a nice dog and likes to run and play very much. . He came from Los Angeles, Cal. We had him for, five months and he is a little over a year old. He is kind ot a brownish color. He likes to ride in an automobile and fight with other , dogs. When . you take him out for walk and he sees a dog he will try to get away and go after the other dog. One day 1 took him out and he saw another dog and tried to get away. I could not hold him so I sat down on the ground and he could not go no further and I got home safe.. I wish to join the Blue Side.- '' - " v -yy: -' ',' . Little Tim Chriatmas Tree. . - By Dorothy Hafmon, -100 1 East ' Seneca Street, Creston, ' ", ;. ; , - ; " Iowa. . . ; 1 1 ' I r Long years ago people received very amall wasres and little Tim's father re ceived only two dollars a week. ,This small price did not buy many njee things, as there were tour m tne iam ily, his father, mother, sister and him self. , - It was almost Christmas and little Tim had heard the rich boys and gills at school tell about the good things they were going to hav for Christ mas. A nice Christmas tree with its toys ..nd candies was in Tima-tnind .Vote Buy Bee wfU pleat wad BUSY BEE CELEBRATES HER FIRST BIRTHDAY Baby Elizabeth Audrey, Reeves cel ebrated her first birthday January 21 at a party given by her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Monroe Reeves, at their home in the Milton apartments. A birthday cake with two tiny candles was the center of attraction for the Busy Bees and after the candles had burned down without a flaw the cake was cut and served with ice cream to the tots'. ; ' Audrey's guests were: ' lira. R. R. Clements and Robert.. Mrs. K. W. Aspea-ren and Hermona. lire. B. B. Dixon and Eileen. Birthday Party. Mrs. Frank Burkhart gave a chil dren's party . in honor of her niece, Helen's, eighth birthday Tuesday aft ernoon from 4 to 6. The little Busy Bees played games and John Cooper guessed the number of peanuts in a jar. Catherine McNamara cut the dime, in the cake,-Lois Harmon the thimble and Elizabeth Mills the but ton. Phillip Evans pinned the tail on the goat and Helen Reilly, who was celebrating her ninth birthday, missed the fartherest. . - The favors were miniature crepe pa per shopping bags filled with candy. Refreshments were served to the lit tle guests. They were: , Misses Mlsss tola Harmon, Ruth Rhemey, Dorothy Harmen, Helen Rellly. Catherine Mills, Elizabeth Hsynea, Blliabeth Mills. Klleen Murphy, Tinmlhv Jane. Alice Buffet. Catherine McNamara, Eleanora Burkhart, Barbara Dallas, , Margaret Burkhart, Barbara Burkhart. Masters Philip Evans, Charles Ingalls, John Cooper, Kenneth Retxtng-er, Marlon Burkhart. Marian Orloff, . Jean McAdams, Masters Frederick Hanson, Maurice Temple, Glenn Thomson, Wllmoth Smith, Howard HI to, Maud Brown Leaving. Maud Brown, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Maurice. Brown, 118 North Thirty-eighth street, left early this morning for KnoxvilleP 111., where she will enter St. Martha's school. Maud will remain there through the next term. She is an expert skater and her young friends will be sorry to lose her from their clubs. , Madeline Diesing'a Party. Madeline Diesing, 14-year-old daughter of Mr. and Mrs.-William Diesing, ,4102 Farnam street, , was pleasantly surprised Friday night at 8 o'clock, when twelve little friends arrived. The party was in honor of her. graduation from Saunders grade There were games played and the six little couples danced to the music of a victrola until. 10:30, when an ice By Little Folks jinj-u'in i-i i'hi'i-i 'i Rules far Young Writers ; 1. Writ plainly " one aid af the paper only and number the pagM S. re pen and Ink, not pencil. 8. Short and pointed articles will be rle preference. IM not use eter S50 words. 4, Oflflnal atorle f letters only will be used. ' ' S. Write your name, are and address at the top bf the first pave. ' A prise book will be sWen each week tor the best eontrlbatlon. Address all communications to Chil dren's Department, Omaha Bee, Omaha, Nh. , v i all the- day before Santa Claus would come here. , 'Then came Christmas ,eve, Tim thought he had been a good boy all year, so he vycnt.tp bed early., ; .They did not have a key to lock the door with, so a . rich man came to that home Christmas eve, and left, what do you think? ;A big Christmas tree. He lighted the Candles and then filled it with toys and candies tor aw. Next morning. Tim was first one up and saw the beautiful Christmas tree. But wasn't he glad, He shouted until his father and mother came hurrying down stairs and then they saw it. They opened every package and then looked on top and found a little paper and it read, "To My Best Friends." I hope my story does not reach the waste basket. ' '" First Lette!1. '- , '. By ' Rosie, Vicker, . Aged, .11 Years, , ..... . Cromwell, la. Dear Busy Bees: This is. my first letter to your page.' I read the Busy Bees page every Monday.. I am "in the .seventh grade at school. My teacher's name- is Miss Drew. There are 10 nunils. six eirls and four boys. I live : ort the farm. . I have about a half a mile to go to school. I have two brothers, the-youngest one is going to . ureston xiigo. sqnooi. xiuius see mv letter in print, will close for my letter is getting long. '. ; . Ho Tornrhy Was Lost. By ' Lois Clark, Elwood, Neb. .. Blue Tommy was in the yard playing., He lived by. the lake. "Tommy I Tommy nis . moiner called. .' . "Yes, what do you wantr: , ( ."'Come here and KO to Douglas for eggs. He didn't come this- morning. You know where we got. the eggs when we first cam -s here." "Yes, I know, he said. There was a forest-on the east side of his home. He had to go through it unless he went clear around it. io he went around it. He got there all rio-ht and srot his eff. and asked if there was a shorter way home. The woman said. "Yes. if vou eo tnrougn the forest When you get to the old ruined house, turn right, not lett. "All riirht. said Tommy. He left and soon came to the old ruined house. He saw some bluejays fight inir. He watched them' fitrht for awhile. Then he turned left from the BUSY.'IEE SOCIETY their society Item to "Bust Bee j , Busy Bee Six Years Old PHOT ' Edwina Margalus celebrated her sixth birthday Thursday afternoon, when a number of her little friends called to join her in games and refresh ments. Edwina is the daughter pf Dr. and Mrs. Margulas, Dundee. cream course was' served and held their attention until 11 o'clock. The following were present: uins Elva To mat, Gladys Reese, Maud Brown, Girl Ruth Grueckert, I,uclle Morris, Madeline DlealnsV ' Boya Raymond Simmons, Joseph Eyler, Gordon Diesing, Robert Diesing. Boys- Roland Drlshaus, Russel Becker, James Probatrlns Cecil Simmons, eaMMyMs4MMe4 ? v (PRIZE) A x . The Beautiful Seasons. x By Millicent Ginn, Aged 12 Years, Red Side, Nebraska City, Neb. The spring is pretty in it's way When all the trees in the wind do sway, Lovely flowers are to be seen And all the grass is very green. The summer is sublime in its When a'l' the children are at play, And the sun! Oh, hotly does it shine! And everybody feels just fine. The autumn is lovely in its way And that's the time when the children say Their A, B, C's and go to school So they will never be called a ' fool. ' X The winter is beautiful in its way And that's the time when there's not much play; And the windl Oh, how it does blow I And almost always there is snow., Y old house. It was growing dark. T ought to come to the path that leads to papa's cottage," He walked on in silence. Finally he got in 'a tangle. He was caught in a bush. "Well, I'll take five steps forward and backward, then right and left," he said. He took five steps to the right, then pulled out his match. "I've found it," he said. He walked on. "Well, here is a road, I'll walk on. Oh! I see a light. I must hurry." He heard a voire sir. Ouit ' Scott!" "Can you tell me the way to Camel's cottage?, "Who are you?" the voice asked. He got the man to take him home. There is more to this, I'll send it if this is in print. Goodby, Busy iJees. How Uncle Sam WU1 Use My Money. Juanita Gallup. Aged 11 Years. Route 3,' Box 23, Fullerton, Neb. Uncle Sam will use our money to good advantage. All the spare money we have we ougnt to loan u to wc government The government will use it better. than any person could and it will be better for us. The sol diers want to go to France, defeat Germany and end the war as quickly as possible, so they can come back home. - . . The men that are rich can buy 5a0 to $200 Liberty bonds, but the school children can buy only 25 cents to a $1 War Savings stamps, but all the 25 cents and $l's the school chil den give helps. All the money we give goes to the soldiers to get them to France and the sooner we give the money to Uncle Sam the sooner the war will end. And besides, the money we give goes to feed the soldiers, buys them suits, buys guns, ammunition, beds, cannon, submar ines and aeroplanes, and part of our money goes to buy food for the Al lies, and. get tanks and make shells and cannon balls. We may also give money to the Society Editor," care Bee office. a? 83 ELIZABETH AUDREY REEVES JL 100 L,aie The following letters were re ceived too late for publication. We appreciate them and regret our inability to print them along with others: - Alexandria, Neb. No name slfned. Hasel JHonson, I ralg-, eb. V Theodore i'erry, Bloomlngton, b. T Hasel Anderson, Crofton, Neb. f Margaret Abbott, Cienoa, Neb. V Elizabeth Alexander, Orand Island T Jean 8. Montgomery, Omaha, Neb. T Vera Stephens, Blanchard, Neb. T Acnes O'Connell, Omaha, Neb. , i Inea Cross, Trenton, Neb. - I - Era Hedg-ecock. Paxton, Neb. . "C Red Cross as it buys automobiles to take the soldiers to the .hospital; it buys bandages, medicine and buys sheets and pillows. Some of our money goes to France to take care of the sotdiers there. The Race. By May Mansell, Aged 14 Years, 2928 Vinton Street, Omaha. Blue Side. It was the first day of ice skating at the rink in the small town. The whole town was out to enjoy it. Toward evening a race was ar ranged between the people. Many started, but soon all fell off one after another until only two boys were left. These boys were Ray and Harry, who kept even for some time, but Ray was bearing a new pair of skates and he went ahead in spite of his oppo nent's strongest efforts. The sport was soon put to an end by a snow storm and every: one went home happy except Harry, who was angry because he had been beaten. All the way home Harry's mind was filled with thoughts of revenge. He soon thought of a plan which waS to be carried out that night. At night when he thought every one was in bed he took his norse out of the barn, got on it and rode off to Ray s nouse, which was one mile away. Harry soon reached the place and entered the barn much like a burglar and began to search for his enemy's skates, which he found after some time and soon made them use less bv giving thein a few blows over a stone, then he gave them a fling toward the house and rode off home and went to bed. Next morning the first "thing Ray I - LJ ; J Joe, Ohio Dog, i r. Tiy)q thi) AirMi I I ' . ...1.1 By MART MANLEY. "Just plain ordinary dog." That's what the casual observer would term "Joe," the big English bull-mastiff who is off to "do his bit" for Uncle Sam. r Uncle Sam's recruiting sergeants are more than ordinary observers, how ever. That's why they are recruiting sergeants and,' incidentally, that's why "Joe" is going to the front with one of the .first hospital contingents. Joe was just a big playful fellow, frolicking around the farm yard near Upper Sandusky, O., when one of those keen-eyed pickers of men saw him. ."That's a. fine tlog. He ought to make a dandy for Red Cross service.!' he commented to the corporal who ac companied him. It was only a short time after that when a recruiting meeting was held in Upper Sandusky. The sergeant was there to make a -speech. When the crowd cheered the flag the dog barked his applause. Then the sergeant made his call for recruits and, slowly winding his way through the masses of people, the dog made his way to the flag. With barks and pawing he clamored for attention from the sergeant. "All right, old man," said the offi cer, "I'll put your name on the honor roll." "See there." continued the soldier, addressing the crowd, "there's a'dog that wants to fight for Uncle aam. .Then the doe's master, Eugene Thway, came forward and enlisted in the 168th United States infantry. Arrangements were made to have the dog accompany the regiment's hospi tal company. The governasst raid $25 for him. IT'1 ,1 . ' i ...... .1 .L.A....1. wnen tne regunciu passcu iiuwugo. the cities he wore a khaki band tround his neck and the red and white cord of the medical -service. ' Attached to the cord was the following note: "Mv name is Toe. I enlisted m the hospital corps of this regiment. It's great to be a soldier. I'm '9 months old and the bojte are teaching me all kinds .of stunts. Pretty soon we're going to France and I'm going to catch the kaiser." Some day on Europe's shell-torn battlefields some Sammy may have cause to be thankful that the govern ment hniicrht Toe. For-the dog will be used in rescue work and in bring ing succor to the wounded. uur Dumb Animals. ' ' . spied was his ruined skates, then he saw the footprints of the horse in the snow which made him think that a thief had been around, so he thought he would follow them. He did this and found they led to the very house of Harry Brown. - "Just like Harry," said Ray and next dav when the two boys met at school, Ray gave Harry a lesson that he i.ever forgot v A Story. By Anna Pershe, Aged 11 Years, 3209 T Street, South Omaha, Red Side. "Ten Cents," said Aunt Cora, com- intr out on the veranda, "to the boy or girl who brings me. the prettiest bunch of white llowers tor tne gw- ner table today. They must be in my hafTds by 12 o clock. The children were delighted. Off they raced for the fields and hills, each striving to find the best all but 1 one. Little Dick was lame and could not run with the others. Soon quite alone he limped to a shady valley, hoping to find some pretty flowers but not expecting to find very pretty ones. At last, as he was turning back discouraged he caught sight of soine- tning gleaming in me moia at ws feet. It was a cluster of noddling white blossoms which' looked as if they were made of frozen mist. So delicate were they, that Dick could" not bear to pick them. He dug them . up, roots and all, and carried them back to the farmhouse. AH the other children were tnere ' with great nandtuis ot daisies, nunr Cora was going from one to the other to see which was the largest bunch but when she saw what little Dick was ..bringing she ran to him and cried," Oh, where did you get that beautiful duster of Indian .Pipe? That is the best of all." , So little Dick's flowers stood in the center of the table at dinner and he had to tell over and over again where and how he found them. The Lost Children. By Florence Boettcher, Aged 9 Years, 716 East Ninth Street, Co lumbus, Neb. One day, as Anna was playing in the yard, Little Jack came in the yard and said, "Come, let us go jut in the woods to play." "Alright," said Anna. So they skipped to the woods. They saw pretty flowers on their way, and they played in . the woods. They played in the woods until 3 o'clock m the afternoon. Then they got tired and said, "Let us go to sleep." So they went to sleep and never awakened until 8 o'clock, It was dark. They could not find their wa.'ji home. Pretty "soon they saw, their' father and mother coming to look for them, and saw' little Billy with them. Their father and mother took them home and they said, "We will never run away again." I wish to join the Blue Sidev I am 9 years old and in the Fourth grade at school. My teacher's name is Miss Brenneman. I like her very well. I wish the Busy Bees would write to me. My First Letter. By Eugene Eller, Aged 10 Years, 1 David City, Neb. This is my first letter. I have been vaccinated and have been sick. I am in the fifth grade and haven't been tardy since I started to -school. I hope my letter will be in print and v it won't be in the waste basket; so goodby. '