THE OMAHA SUNDAY BEE: FEBRUARY 3. 1918.
6 C
pedal Page to The Omaha Bee's Butty. Little IHfomey -Mate
W t
cm
JL
IT
fW7., Yh f&c&usl . 3f TV MKfa
4
K
A Nickel-Plated EJmperor N
By L. FRANK BAUM.
T.IP awoke soon after dawn, but
the Scarecrow had already risen
and plucked, with his clumsy
lingers, a double-handtul of ripe ber
ries frcm some bushes near by. These
the boy ate greedily, finding them an
ample breakfast, and afterward ihe
little party resumed- its journey.
After an hour's ride they reached
the summit of a hill from whence they
espied the City of the Winkies and
noted the tall domes of the Emperor's
palace rising from the clusters of
more modest dwellings.
The Scarecrow became greatly ani
mated at this sight, and exclaimed:
"How delighted I shall be to sec my
old friend the Tin Woodman' again!
I hope that he rules his people more
Successfully than I have ruled mine!"
-"Is the Tin Woodman the Em
peror of the Winkies?" asked the
horse.
"Yes, indeed. They invited him to
rule over them soon after the Wicked
Witch was destroyed; and as Nick
Chopper has the best heart in all the
world I am sure he has proved an ex
cellent and able emperor."
"I thought that 'Emperor' was Jthe
title of a person who rules an em
pire,' said Tip, "and the Country of
the- Winkies is only a Kingdom."
"Don't mention that to the Tin
Woodman!" exclaimed the Scare'
, crow, earnestly. "You would hurt
hi feelings terribly. He is a proud
man,' as he has every reason to be,
and it pleases him to be termed Em
peror rather than King."
"I'm sure it makes no difference to
me," replied the boy.
" The Saw-Horse now ambled for
ward at a pace so fast that its riders
had hard work to stick upon its back;'
so there was little further conversa
tion until they drew up beside the
palace steps.
An aged Winkie, dressed in a uni
form of silver cloth, came forward
to assist them to alight Said the
Scarecrow to this personage:
"Show us at once to your master,
the Emperor."
The man looked from, one to an
other of the party in an embarrassed
way, and finally answered:
"I fear I must ask y6u to wait for
a tinje. The Emperor is not receiv
ing this morning."
"How is that?" enquired, the Scare--crow,
anxiously. "I hope nothing has
happened to him."
"Oh, no; nothing serious," returned
the man. "But this is his Majesty's
day fpr being polished, and just now
his august presence is thickly smeared
with putz-pomade."
"Oh, I see" cried the Scarecrow,
greatly reassured. "My friend was
ever inclined to be a dandy, and I sup"
pose he is now more proud than ever
of his personal appearance."
"He is, indeed," said the man, with
a polita bow. "Our mighty Emperor
has lately caused himself to be nickel
plated." "Good Gracious!" the Scarecrow
exclaimed at hearing this. "If his wit
bears the same polish, how sparkling
it must be! But show us in I'm
sure the Emperor will receive us, even
in his present state."
"Tie Emperor's state is always
magnificent," said the man. "But I
will venture to tell him of your ar
rival, and will receive his commands
concerning you."
So the party followed the servant
into a splendid ante-room, and the
Saw-Horse ambled awkwardly after
them, having no knowledge that a
horse might be expected to remain
outside.
The travelers were at first some
what awed by their surroundings, and
even the Scarecrow seemed impress
ed as he examined the rich hangings
of silver cloth caught up into knots
and fastened with tiny silver axes.
Upon a handsome center-table stood
a large silver oil can, richly engraved
with scenes from the past adventures
of the Tin Woodman, Dorothy, the
Cowardly Lion and the Scarecrow:
the lines of the engraving being
traced upon the silver in yellow gold.
On the walls hung several portraits,
that of the Scarecrow seeming to be
the most prominent and carefully
executed, while a large painting of
the famous Wizard of Or, in the act
of presenting the Tin Woodman with
a heart, covered almost one entire end
of the room.
While the visitors gazed at these
things in silent admiration they sud-
unrigs in suciu uuiimauuii wicjr uu- -r -- - - , - . .
denly heard a loud voice in the nextie-wry of all Jewels, and are
rAM ' running things to suit themselves.
room exclaim
"Well! well! well! What a great
surprise!"
And then the door burst open and
Nick Chopper rushed into their midst
and caught the Scarecrow in a close
and loving embrace that creased him
into many folds and wrinkles.
"My dear old friend! My noble com
rade!" cried the Tin Woodman, joy
fully; "how delighted I am to meet
you once again!"
And then he released the Scarecrow
and held him at arms' length while he
Surveyed the beloved, painted features.
But, alas! the face of the Scarecrow
and many portions of his body bore
great blotches of putz-pomade;, for
the Tin Woodman, in his eagerness to
welcome his friend, had quite for--gotten
the condition of his toilet and
had rubbed the thick coating of paste
from his own body to that of his com
rade. !
"Dear me!" said the Scarecrow,
dolefully. "What a messvl'm in!" i
"Never mind, my friend, returned
the Tin Woodman, "I'll send you to
mjt Imperial Laundry, and you'll come
out as good as neV
"Won't I, be mangled?" asked the
Scarecrow.
"No, indeed!" was the reply. "But
tell me, how came your Majesty here?
nd who are your companions?"
The Scarecrow, with great polite
ness, introduced Tip and Jack Pump
kinhead, and the latter personage
seemed to interest the Tin Woodman
greatly. . . , .
"You are not very substantial, I
must admit;" said the Emperor; "but
you are certainly unusual, and there
fore worthy to become a member of
our select society." .
"I thank your Majesty," said Jack,
humbly.
" J hope you are enjoying good
health?" continued the Woodman.
"At present, yes;" replied the
Pumpkinhead, with a sigh; "but I am
in constant terror of the day when I
shall spoil."
"Nonsense!" said the Emperor but
in a kindly sympathetic tone, "Do not,
I beg of you, dampen today's sun with
the showers of tomorrow. For before
your head has time to spoil you can
have it canned, and in that way t
may be preserved indefinitely."
. Tip, during the conversation, was
looking at the Woodman with un
disguised amazement, and noticed that
the celebrated Emperor ot the
Winkies was composed entirely of
pieces of tin, neatly soldered and
riveted together into the form of a
man. tie rattled and clanked a ntue,
as he moved, but in -the main he
seemed to be most Cleverly con
structed, and his appearance was only
marred by the thick coating of polish-ing-paste
that covered him from head
to foot.
The boy's intent gaze caused the
Tin Woodman to remember that he
was not in the most presentable con
dition, so he begged his friends to
excuse him while he retired to his
private apartment and allbwed his
servants to polish him. This vas
accomplished in a short time, and
when the Emperor returned his
nickel-plated body shone so magnifi
cently that the Scarecrow -heartfy
congratulated him on his appearance.
"That nickel-plate was, I confess, a
happy thought," said Nick; and it was
more necessary because I had become
somewhat scratched during my ad
venturous experiences. You will
observe this engraved star upon my
left breast. It not only indicates
where my excellent heart lies, but
covers very neatly the patch made
by the Wonderful Wizard when he
placed that valued organ inmy breast
with his own skillful hands."
"Is your heart, then, a hand-organ?
asked the Pumpkinhead, curiously.
"By no means," responded the
Emperor, with dignity. "It is, I am
convinced, a strictly orthodox heart,
although somewhat larger and
warmer than most people possess."
Then he turned to the Scarecrow
and asked:
, "Are your subjects happy and con
tented, my dear friend?"
"I cannot say." was the reply; for
the girls of Oz have risen in revolt
and driven me out of the Emerald"
City."
"Great1 Goodness 1" cried the Tin
Woodman. , i '
"What a calamity! They s-urely do
note complain of your wise and grac
ious rule?"
"No; but they say it, is a poor rule
that don't work both ways," answered
the Scarecrow; and these females are
also of the opinion that men have
ruled the land long enough. So they
have captured my city, robbed the
"Dear me! What an extraordinary
ideal" cried the Emperor, who was
both shocked and inspired,
"'And I hear some of them say.'
said Tip, "that they intend to march
here and capture-the castk and city
of the Tin Woodman.".
"Ah! we must not give them time
to do v that,", saM the Emperor,
quickly; we 'will go at onv and re
capture the Emerald City and place
the Scarecrow again upon his throne
"I was sun you would help me,"
remarked the Scarecrow in a pleased
Lost His
Wings
Draw a pair of wings
for Cupid,
So that he won't look
so stupid.
voice. "How large an army can you
assemble XL.
"We do not need an army," replied
the Woodman. "We four, with the
aid of my gleaming axe, arc enough
to strike terror into the hearts of the
rebels."
"We five," corrected the Pumpkin
head. "Five?" repeated the Tin Woodman.
"Yes; th? Saw-Horse is brave and
fearless," answeredi Tack, forgetting
his recent quarrel with the quadruped.
The Tin Woodman looked around
him in a puzzled way, for the Saw
Horse had until now remained quietly
standing in a corner, where the Em
peror had not noticed him. Tip im
mediately called the odd-looking
creature to them, and it approached
so awkwardly that it nearly upset the
beautiful center table and the en
graved ftil-can.
"I began to think," remarked the
Tin Woodman as he looked earnestly
at the Saw-Horse, "that wonders will
never ceatel How came this creature
alive?" '
"I did it with- mag'c powder,"
modestly asserted the boy; "and the
Saw-Horse has been very useful
to us."
"He enabled us to escape the
rebels," added the Scarecrow.
"Then we must surely accept him
as a comrade," declared the Emperor.
"A live Saw-Horse is a distinct
novelty and should prove an interest
ing study. Does he know anything?"
"Well I cannot claim any great
experience in life," the Saw-Horse
answered for himself; "'but I seem to
learn very quickly, and offfc it
Little Stto
(Prize Story.)
- The Old Shoe.
By Florence Hann, 12 Years Old, 623
West Charles St., Grand Island,
Neb.
"Oh, dear, how I wish I was dead,"
sighed the old worn boot lying by the
stove.
"What is the matter?" asked his
friend the cat.
"I had a very sad life."
"Won't you tell me about it?" asked
the cat.
So the boot began: "About a weelf
before Christmas a man came in the
store where my brother and I were
and bought us. On Chrisijnas he ga'e
us to Ned, his son. The next, day ne
put us on and took us outdoors. He
would kick everything he came to
with me, as I was on his right foot.
Yesterday, when he was coming from
school, he came to a puddle of mud
and thought he would go through it,
but when he got in the middle he got
stuck. He pulled so hard that he
pulled 'my brother off his foot and
waded through. He could not get
my brother. This is where he threw
me when he got home last evening. I
heard his mother telljiiui that he
should put me iii,the stove, so I sup
pose I will be dead in a little while."
Thus the boot ended.
The cat only sighed and went to
sleep. '
This is the first time I nave written
and I wish to join the Blue side.
(Honorable Mention.)
An Eventful Journey.
By Jean Montgomery, Aged 12 Years,
4340 Seward Street, Omaha, Nfb.
Dear Busy Bees: I am going to
tell vdu about, my journey from Los
Angeles, Cal., to Omaha, Ntb. When
our train left Barstow there had been
a wreckage of freight trains and our
train had a hard time to push through,
then further on we saw a track
walker. HU ears were all tied up
and he did hot hear the approaching
train. The engine struck Jus little car
and smashed it all to pieces, sending
his dinner pail high in the air, with
the sandwiches falling out of it, while
he rolle-d off of the track just in time
to save his life. Still farther on, two
men -were drilling into a leage oi
rocks for coooer. Some dynamito
had been set and did not explode at
the proper time the men drilled into
it without notice and both were in
stantly killed. Thev were put m the
baggage car and taken to Salt Lake
City, which we reached at J o clock
Sunday afternoon, where we stayed
until 8 o'clock in the evening. Then
we went out on the Union Pacific? I
am so glad I have no more horrible
things to tell you about.
My companion was a delightful
y ; "
s J
occurs to me that I know more than
any of these around me.."
"Perhaps you do," said the Em
peror; "for experience does not always
mean wisdom. But timeis precious
just now, so let us quickly make
preparations to start upon our
journey."
The Emperor called his Lord High
Chancellor and instructed him how to
run the kingdom during his absence.
Meanwhile the Scarecrow was taken
apart and the painted sack that served
him for a head was carefully laun
dered and restuffed with the brains
originally given him by the great
Wizard. His clothes were also cleaned
and pressed by the Imperial tailors,
and his crown polished and again
sewed upon his head, for the Tin
Woodman insisted he should not re
nounce this badge of royalty. The
Scarecrow now presented a very re
spectable appearance, and although in
no way given to vanity he was
quite pleased with himself and strut
ted a trifle as he walked. While this
was-j5eing done. Tip mended the
wooden limbs of Jack Pumpkinhead
and made them stronger' than before,
and the Saw-Horse vas also inspected
to see if he was in good working
order.
Then bright and early the next
morning they set out upon the return
journey to the Emerald Citythe Tin
Woodman bearing upon his shoulder
a gleaming axe and jeading the way,
while the Pumpkirwead rede upon
the Saw-Horse and Tip and the Scare
crow walked upon either sid? to make
sure that he didn't fall off or become
damaged.
'(Continued Next Sunday) f
By Lltt Flk
Rules Jar Young
Writers
1. Write plainly on one lde of the
paper only nod number the pagei
2. Cue pea and Ink, not pencil.
8. Short and pointed articles will be
riven preference. Do not use over 23(1
word.
4. Original etorlet or letters only will
be used.
5. Write your name, ac and address
at the top of the first pace,
A price book will be given each week
for the best contribution.
Address all communlratlons to Chil
dren's Department, Omaha Dee, Omaha,
friend, and we enjoyed the jofirney
the rest of- the way very much. I
reached Omaha at 4 o'clock Tuesday
morning. I was very sorry to have
my friend leave m and go on to
Kalamazoo, Mich. My uncle met me
at the station and now I am staying
with my grandparents. I like the Ne
braska snow aud cold weather, and I
just think the snow is just fine. I
brought some hyacinth bulbs with
me and they are already potted. Your
loving1 friend,
I wish to join the Blue sidf .
" a
New Member. .
By Ethel ' Cunningham, Aged 10
Years, 122 South Fifty-first
Street. ,
Once upon a time there was"a little
girl with a .lot of golden curls, but
she was not happy. She was rich and
had everything she could wish for,
but she still wanted something, aud
that was she could make mud pies and
be on a farm and go barefoot and
ride a pony than having to ride in an
automobile and have cats and dogs.
But whenever she told anybody this
they always said she was ungrateful.
So she hardly ever talked about it.
She hated her governess. She (the
governess) acted real affectionate
when Gene's (the little girl's name)
mother -appeared. But after that she
was mean and hateful. She told bad
stories. She told her that if she didn't
be good the bears or tigers would
come and tat her up.' Gene always
cried and said she would be very
good. One day her father came home
and said the business failed and that
they would have to sell their great
big house. Gene was overjoyed at
this. 111 her mother took it quite
differently. Her mother got divorced.
Gene was very sorry. But she would
rather be on a farm than be a society
girl. So in the end she went to a
farm with her father and made mud
pies and rode a pony and had cats and
dogs. s She and her father were very
happy together the rest of their lives.
I would like to join the lue Side.
An Unhappy Meadow Lark.
By Clement Young, Aged 11 Years,
Doniphan, Neb. Blue Side.
As a meadow lark was singing one
day, a fairy appeared and said, "How
are. you feeling today, Mr Meadow
Lark?" Mr. Meadow Lark was very
unhappy, and he did not speak to the
fairy. This made the fairy angry, and
she said; "Oh, hoi You arc unhappy,
are vou, what seems to be your
troubles?" The meadow lark an
swered, "I have no friends to talk to
but the grasshoppers, I would very
much like to have a mate, but no bird
pays any attention to me. Could you
help me out?" The fairy said in an
angry voice, "You need no mate, an
ugly bird like you, and such long
spurs, I don't blame 'them for not
paying any attention to you," and
disappeared. This made the meadow
lark very much more unhappy. Mr.
Grasshopper came hopping along and
he stopped and said, "Good ay, good
k-- irv ii ii
4.m;.h'H'4mM4hH4
Campire Girls
Give Health Hints
"Wohelo," the monthly magazine of
the Camptire Girls, who ar- trying to
become the best "war machines" for
home work in the country, is full this
month of useful hints on the all
important subject of health.
"Sit, stand a"hd walk erect," it says.
"This keeps your circulation in order
and also expands our lungs to the
fullest. Do not crouch over your
desk' or work. Sit erect so that your
breathing, can be deep. Take longer
breaths, not sighs, between times.
"Breathe deeply, through your nose,
not through your mouth, when out for
a walk. Use every inch of your lungs.
When you are sleepless, remember
this, and learn to relax when breath
ing deeply. This will soon result in
your falling asleep. All sleep is life
giving. -
"Drink plenty of water between
meals. Our bodieare seven-eighths
water. Eight glasses a day is about
right. Eat slowJy at the beginning
of a meal. Chew the first three mouth
fuls thoroughly. The rest of the meal
should then take care of itself. Have
a good time at meals. Do not gulp
anything down with water or any
beverage. Use your own best im
plements; your teeth. They need ex
ercise to keep in good condition.
"Eat hard foods. See to it that
your teeth are white; and the gums
and tongue pink. Have a dentist clean
your teeth at least once in two
months. This prevents cavities and
unnecessary pain. 'The way to brush
the teeth is to brush the gums. Brush
the upper teeth downward and the
lower teeth upwards. Healthy teeth
help to keep the whole tody in good
condition.
"Go into the sunlight and let the
sunshine into the house. It is one
nf nur best friends. If every house
f
friend, what seems to be the matter?.
The meadow lark told the grasshop
per of all his troubles. This made
the grasshopper very sorry, they both
stood in silence fpr a moment and
then the grasshopper said, "I have
a good suggestion: You go away up
into the air and sing one of your best
songs, and then the rest will happen
very Soon." This the meadow lark
did. He went away up into the air
and sang the prettiest song that was
ever heard, an.d then he came back
down where the grasshopper was, and
to his surprise here was a mate for
him, that had heard the song and
thought he was altogether a different
bird. It" wasn't long until there were
five little eggs in a nice tittle nest
in the grass. This made the meadow
lark very happy and proud. He
would go up info the sky and ng
a nice little song each day. One day
the meadow lark heard the master
tell his boy that they were goiig to
cut hay tomorrow. This the meadow
lark told his mate, aiid-they both.were
very uneasy aboiit it. The meadow
lark thought of his great long spurs
and then laughed out, "I have got a
plan, I will take one egg at a time in
my spurs and move -our nest over
in the wheat field near by," where
they hatched their young ones and
lived happy ever after. The fairy
felt ashamed of liersclf after she found
out what good use the spurs were.
I hope to see this in print.
A Letter.
Florence Mariorie Marti, Aged 8
Years.
,121 West 4th St., North riatte, Neb.
jjear xiusy utcs.
This is the first fitne I have writ
ten a letter to you. I am in the third
grade at school. My teacher's name
is Miss Eae L. Parsons. I have 'one
brother in the army. I got a lot of
things for Christmas. I wish to join
the Red Side.
Well, my story is getting long. I
must close for now.
Yours sincerely,
Florence Mariorie Marti.
West 4th St., North Platte, Neb.
.1 hope to see my letter in print.
New Member.
By Irene Kirby, Aged 11 Years, Burr,
Neb.
Dear Busy Bees: This is my first
letter. I read the stories that you
write. 'I would like to join the Blue
side. I am in the fifth grade. My
teacher's name is Miss Weatherhogg.
Will some of you write to me. Well,
my letter is getting long, so good-by,
Busy Bees.
! First Letter.
By Gretchen E. Mathews, Aged 9
Years, Woodbine, la.
Dear Busy Bees: This is my first
letter and I would like to join the
Busy Bees. I am the Fourth grade
at school and my teacher's name is
Miss Barry. I am going to write you
a story and I hope Mr. Wastebasket
is out calling.
Once upon a time way off in Ger
many there lived a poor peasant and
his wife. They were very happy and
contented with what they had. One
day some baby twins were born. This
made the mother and father very
happy, but there was a very cruel
king, and this troubled the mother
and father very much, for the king
sent out a message saying that every
7
IY BEE SOCIETY
it i r-v ir- it .-xii ii ii ii i
NOTE Busy Bees will please
X sena tneir society items to war- t
f iraret ShotwelL Busy Bee so- i
ciety editor, care Bee Office
A Dancing Bee
s Hot wo
Baby Martha Doty is a dancing
Busy Bee. She is but 4 years old,
the tiniest pupil of Prof. Chambers,
and the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. W.
L. Doty. .
Martha is interested in war work,
has danced at two Red Cross bene
fits, and is now learning a new patri
otic dance. She operates the Vic
trola herself and to its music she
dances before a long mirror.
This dancing Be weighs 35 .pounds.
were well ventilated and well sun-J
tied ana every oacK vara ciean, mc
number of colds would soon be de
creased.' Do your part in bringing
sunlight into dark rooms."
Boys Visit Fortune Teller.
Gordon Smith, Alexander Austin,
Wallace Pollard and Nelson Pollard
attended the fortune telling booth at
the White Elephant pale and their
particuar interest in the future was:
Would the war continue until they
became of age, so that they might
enlist. The answer was no, but the
kind fortune teller assured them
that there would be another some
where on earth by th6 time they
teach 21.
White Persian Cat Has New Home.
Elinor Kountze found the beautiful
white Persian cat at the White Ele
phant sale shivering and frightened
at the band music. She felt - sorry
for the cat and took him home.
Ann Pearsall Knits for Cat.
Ann ''Sunshine" Pearsall has 'a
strong desire to knit for the soldiers,
Her mother found some old yarn
boy or girl under 2 years of age
should be killed. The poor mother
and father took what few clothes they
had and came over to America. The
king found this out and was very
angry, and sent men over to bring
them back. The poor mother and fa
ther did not know what to do and
were sitting thinking when they heard
loud cries. "We've got them; we've
got them." At this the mother and
father snatched the two babies and
ran.
At this timme there were no white
people in America and all the people
there were were Indians who had
painted faces and wore no clothes.
The In ians had become quite
friendly with the mother and father.
When the Indians saw the soldiers
they began to drive them back and at
last took them prisoners. After a
few days the mother and father got
word that the mean king had died and
they had another king, who sent word
to them to come back home. The
mother and father started and reached
home in a few days and this king was
always kind to everybody.
First Letter.
By Rosemary Lyons, Aged 8 Years,
Gothenburg, Neb.
Dear Busy Bees: This is my first
letter to you. We take The Omaha
Daily Bee every day. I go to school
and am in the fourth grade. My teach
er's' name is Miss Mary Ster. I wish
to be a member of the Blue Side. I
will close hoping to see my letter in
print.
New Member.
By Mildred May, Aged 7 Years,
Gresham, Neb,'
Dear Busy Bees: I would like io
join your page. I read the Land of
Oz and like it very much. I have
a dear little brother, he is 2 years
old, and his name is Floyd Oscat
Bond. When he wants to hide hi
shuts his eyes and says "you can't
see mc 'tall." I hope to see my let
ter in print.
New Member. 1
By Lucy Holden, Petersburg, Neb.
Red Side.
Dear Busy Bees: I. Lucy Holden,
hereby apply for membership in the
Busy Bees. I am sending you my
first story. I do n&t intend to win a
prize at present,, but will try to in
ture. My brother sells The Omaha
Sunday Bee. Aged 12 years, Sixth
grade, Petersburg High school.
When I first opened my eyes I
found myself in a half-lit cellar of a
business place. I had three sisters and
three Drothers.
We were full-blooded bird dog3.
My mother was white, with big brown
spots. When we were big enough to
walk she carried us out one by one.
We would run and romp in the warm
sun.
After awhile people came and took
all the rest but me. My mother was
well acquainted in the village. She
took me about here and there. We
went to one house where there was
a large family. I was put in a large
box. It was' dark and tight and, of
course, I put up a howl for1 my mdther
like all puppies will. I stayed there
a while, till one day a 'little boy
whipped me with a birch whip. I cried
and a little girl came running out and
petted me. That night I pushed the
7 ll
N&K IMP.:
r 11 11 . . '
44, - M'W,K - M
dmj c-.,;
KadU for Service
Little Leo Pauline Winjlow of
Ruskin, Neb,, is 14 months old and
is already feeling the call of her coun
try. The picture shows her in thet
uniform of a private and as Red
Cross nurse. Baby Winslow is readf
to do her bit in any'bxanch of the
service.
and Ann's first, effort produced a
sweater for her cat the !cat she has
fed warm milk through a medicine
dropper since it, was born. The
sweater has a red cross on the back
and Ann believes she is now ready to
knit for the Red Cross. '
"Cinderella" Has New-H6me.
Mr. C. "L. Shook bought "Cinder
ella" for his children. "Cinderella" is
the little donkey that belonged to the
Phil Dodge children.
Personal.
The parents of little John Mad
den have discovered a new taldnt in
John'. ' At the White Elephant sale
he bought a gun and a tamborine,"
the gun for military practice and the
tamborine to develop his musical tal
ent. box over and ran to ttiy old home,
snd I am there yet in the dark old
cellar.
A Letter.
By Eola Gass, Aged 11 Years, 1Q0
West Fifteenth Street, Columbus, i
Neb., Blue Side. v , ' .
Once a poor little girl was walking
down the street when a bunch of girls
were looking at her. She did not
know what was the matter. Prese&tly '
she heard one of the girls said, "t
think I would freeze if I did not have .
a coat or not even a sweater to weaf
The little girl thought that she is just ;
about freezing now andshe began
crying. . One of the girls said, "That ,'
is the girl that always comes late to
school, her name is Helen Smith. Her
brother works as messager.boy, but :
I do-not know where he works." -A,
other girl spoke tip, "Her mother is
a dress maker and she does ihf house- '.:
work." One girl who felt sorry for "
her asked her name and address. She '.
said, "My name is Helen Smith and "
my address is just the town. When
she got hoirie she found her mother ,
was already home ahd there was
package f6r her. It wis frotrt the .
little girl she spoke too. She never,
felt like freezing any more. For the,
other girl whose name was Marie -send
her many things. I like to read .
the Busy Bees stories very much.
First Letter. -, :
By Marguerite Johnson, Aged 11 i
Years, 409 Blain Street, Hold-
rege, Neb. . . '
Dear Busy Bees: This is the first'"
time I have written to you. I take
the Junior Bee page and enjoy read- ,
ing its stories greatly. My home is ,
in Holdrege, Neb. I would like tj'
join the Red Side if they will ac
cept me as a new member.
Hoping to see my letter in print
I will close, -
Chirstmas. ' ,
By Alice Bondesson, Aged 9 Years,,
KedicK Avenue.
Christmas bells sound (syly,
Can you hear ringing?
And In the churches, all the people,
Christmas hymns are singing.
Lovely chimes they echo,
Every big snd llttls bell, .
Christmas tidings, sweet and beautiful,
That Is what they tell.
And whei. the people come out of. church,
To their homes In Joy they go, '
They make thslr houses nice and warm,
Their faces all aglow.
St . '; :
The fireplaces all are sparkling.
The Christmas trees are bright,
And every heart Is filled with Joy,
This blessed Christmas night. .-.
, rjLA r i '
A Poem. i
By Lizzie L. Rath, St Francis, Kan.; ,;
Route 3. Box 11. Blue Side. v
I know not what ths years may bring -
The future's page la dark to me;' ' ' ,
1 know not if yon aettlng sun - 1
Shall rise again my eyes to sea; ,
I know not when oorrodlng cars ...
Shall touch m with Its aginf breath; - ,
I cannot see one step ahead,
Nor when I'll face the monster, death.
But this I know, that now, today,
'Midst all earth dark'nlng shadow her ,.
I may be armed with courage strong, . '
With strength that-.knows no thought of ,
fear; .
That courare eonus from Iron will.
From faith in God and fellowman;
It rises far abova defeat .
And says, "I must; I know t ean."'
J Now goodby to all the Busy Bees, '
4