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THE OMAHA SUNDAY" BEE: JANUARY 27, 1918.
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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
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A prise book will be sWen each week
tor the best eontrlbatlon.
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dren's Department, Omaha Bee, Omaha,
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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
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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
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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.
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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
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Joe, Ohio Dog, i
r. Tiy)q thi) AirMi I
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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.
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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. '
