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fHB OMAHA SUNDAY BEE: FEBRUARY 17, 1915. pedal Pag The Omniahi Bosy Uttte Kfeiniey -Matoin o u A Highly Magnified History By L. FRANK BAUM. "T Is but honest that I should acknowledge at the beginning ot my recital that I was born . an ordinary Woggle-Bug," began the creature, in a frank and friend v tone "Know ing no better, I used my arms as well as my legs for walking, and crawled under the edges of stones or tnd among the roots of grasses with no thought beyond finding a few in sects smaller than myself to feed upon. "The chill nights rendered mc stiff ana motionless, for I wore no cloth ing, but each mornine the warm ravs of the sun gave me new life and re stored me to activity. A horrible ex istence is this, but you must remem ber it is the regularly ordained exist ence of Woggle-Bugs, as well as of many other tiny creatures that in habit the earth. "Rot T)ptinv liait tinirlof) i m. humble though I was, for a grander fate! One day I crawled near to a country school house, and, my curios ity being excited by the montononous hum of the students within, I made bold to enter and creeo alonz a crack between two boards until I reached the far end, where, in front of hearth of glowing embers, sat the master at his desk. "No one noticed so small a creature s a Woggle-Bug, and when I found that the hearth was even warmer and more comfortable than the sunshine, i, resolved to establish my future home beside it. So I found a charm ing nest between two bricks and hid myself 1 therein for many, many months. "Professor Nowitall is, doubtless, the most famous scholar in the land of Oz, and after a few days I began to listen to the lectures and discourses he gave his pupils. Not one of them was more attentive than the humble, unnoticed Woggle-Bug, and I ac quired in this way a fund of knowl edge that I will myself confess simply marvelous. That is whv , place 'T. E.'Thoroughly Educated upon my cards; for my greatest pride lies in the fact that the world cannot produce another Woggle-Bug with a tenth part of my own culture and erudition.", ( "I do not blame you," said the Scarecrow. "Education is a thing to be proud of. I'm educated myself. The mess of brains given my by the Great Wizard is considered by my friends to be unexcelled." "Nevertheless," interrupted the Tin Woodman, "a great heart is, I be lieve, much more desirable than edu cation or brains." "To me," said the Saw-Horse. "a good leg . is more desirable than either." "Could seeds be considered in the light of brains?" inquired the Pump kinhead, abruptly. "Keep quiet, commanded Tip, sternly. . . "Very well, dear father," answered the obedient Jack. The Woggle-Bug listened patiently even respectfully to these remarks nd then resumed his story. "I must have lived fully three years in that secluded school house hearth," aid he, "drinking thirstily of the ever flowing fount of limpid knowledge be fore me." "Quite poetical," commented the Scarecrow, nodding his head approv . ingly. "But one day," continued the Bug, "a marvelous circumstance occurred that altered my very existence and brought me to my present pinnacle of greatness. The Professor discovered me in the act of crawling across the hearth, and before I could escape he had caught mc between his thumb and forefinger. "'My dear children,' said he, 'I have captured a Woggle-Bug a very rare and interesting specimen. Do any of you know what a Woggle-Bug is?' . " 'No yelled the scholars, in chorus. f 'Then, said the Professor, 4I will get out my famous magnifying glass and throw the insect upon a screen in a highly-magnified condition, that you may all study carefully its peculiar construction and become acquainted with its habits and manner ot life.' "He theri brought from a cupboard a most curious instrument, and before I could realize what had happened I found myself thrown upon a screen fit a highly-magnified state even as you now behold me. "The students stood up on their tools arid craned their heads forward to get a better, view of me, and two little girls jumped upon the sill of an open window where they could see more plainly. ' "'Beholdl' cried the Professor, in a loud voice, 'this highly-magnified Woggle-Bug; one of the most curious insects in existence 1' "Being Thoroughly Educated, and knowing what is required of a cul tured gentleman, at this juncture I stood upright and, placing my hand upon my bosom, made a very polite bow. My action, being unexpected, must have startled them, for one of the little girls perched upon the window-sill gave a scream and fell back ward out the window, drawing her companion with her as she disap peared. "The Professor uttered a cry of torror and rushed away through the door to see if the poor children were Injured by the fall.. The scholars fol lowed after him in a wild mob, and I ttas left alone, the school room, still in a High-Magnifiied state and free to do as I pleased. "It immediately occurred to me that this was a good opportunity to escape I was proud of my great size, and realized that now I could safely travel anywhere in the world, while my su perior culture would make me a fit associate for the most learned person I might chance to meet. "So, while the Professor picked the little girls who were more fright ened than hurt off the ground, and the pupils clustered around - him closely grouped, I calmly walked out of the school house, turned a corner, and escaped unnoticed to a grove of trees that stood near. "Wonycrfull" exclaimed the Pump- ki.ihead, admiringly. 'It was, indeed," agreed the Woggle-Bug. "I have never ceased to congratulate myself for escaping while I was High Magnified; for even my excessive knowledge would have proved of little use to me had I re mained a tiny, insignificant insect." "I didn't knew before," said Tip, looking at the Woggle-Bug with a puzzled expression, "that insects wore clothes." "Nor do they, in their natural state," returned the stranger "But in the course of my wanderings I had the good fortune to save the ninth life of a tailor tailors having, like cats, nine lives, as you probably know. The fellow was exceedingly grateful, for had he lost that ninth life it would have been the end of him; so he begged permission to furnish me with the stylish costti e I now wear. It fits very nicely, does it not?" and the Woggle-Bug stood and and tnrned himself around slowly, that all might examine his person. He must have been a good tailor. said the Scarecrow, somewhat en viously. He was a good-hearted tailor, at any rate, observed Nick Chopper. But where were you going, when you met us?" Tip asked the Woggle- Bug. "Nowhere in particular, was the reply, "although it is my intention soon to visit the Emerald City and arrange to give a course of lectures to select audiences on the 'Advantages of Magnification." We are bound for the Emerald City now," said the Tin Woodman; "so if it pleases you to do so, you are welcome to travel in our com pany" ... . . ... lhe YVoggle-bug Dowea with pro found grace. It will give me great pleasure, said he, "to accept your kind invita tion; for nowhere in the Land of Oz could I hope to meet so congenial company. "That is true," acknowledged the Pumpkinhead. "We are quite as con genial as fins and honey.' But pardon me it I seem in quisitive are you not all rather aheml rather unusual?" asked the Woggle-Bug, looking from one to another with unconcealed interest. "Not more so than yourself," an swered the Scarecrow. "Everything in life is unusual until you get ac customed to it." "What rare philosophy 1" explaimed the Woggle-Bug, admiringly. "Yes; my brains are working well today," admitted the Scarecrow, an accent of pride in his voice. "Then, if you are sufficiently rested and refreshed, let us bend our steps toward the Emerald City," sug gested the magnified one. "We can't," said Tip. "The Saw Horse has broken a leg, so he can't bend his steps. And there is no wood around to make him a new limb from. And we can't leave the horse behind because the Pumpkinhead is so stiff in his joints that he has to ride." "How very unfortunate 1" cried the Woggle-Bug. Then he looked the party over carefully and said: "If the Pumpkinhead is to ride, why not use one of his legs to make a leg for the horse that carries him? I judge that both are made of wood." "Now, that is what I call real cleverness," said the Scarecrow, ap provingly. "I wonder my brains did not think of that long ago! Get to work, my dead Nick, and fit the Pumpkinhead's leg to the , Saw Horse." Jack was not especially pleased with this idea; but he submitted to having his left leg amputated by the Tin Woodman and whittled down to fit the left leg of the Saw-Horse. Nor was the Saw-Horse especially pleased with the operation, either; tor he growled a good deal about being "butchered," as he called it, and after ward declared that the new leg was a disgrace to a respectable Saw Horse. ' , "I beg you to be more careful in your speech," said the Pumpkinhead, sharply. "Remember if you please, that it is my leg you are abusing." "I cannot forget it," retorted the Saw-Horse, "for it is quite as flimsy as the rest of your person." "Flimsy I me flimsy 1" cried Jack, in a rage, "How dare you call me flimsy?" "Because you are built as absurdly , 4. 1 2222! BUSY BEE SOCIETY A .jM NOTE Busy Bees will please UsssMsSsisBssssastMBBisaMtsssMHtassssMI To Society Bees A LL the younger girls in Omaha are so sorry that Browncll Hall is going to close, for we were looking forward to happy school days there. One of the jolliest and prettiest parties ever held at Brownell Hall was given last Saturday. It was a Mother Goose carnival, and most of the day students took part dressed as Mother Goose characters. There was a wishing well, where punch was sold, a Holland booth for ice cream cones, Swiss peasants sold cookies and in a yellow booth that was trimmed in daffodills war candy made entirely without sugar was for sale. The girls called this yellow booth a "taffydille booth." The program was iii charge of Miss Robertson and Miss Higginbottom, two popular teachers. As the Mother Goose rhymes were acted in pantomine a chorus sang the verse, and $50 was cleared for the French orphans. Some of the students who worked hard to make the carnival a success were Virginia Barker, Eliza bcth Barker, Eleanor Smith, Esther Smith, Katherine Smith, Maurine Richardson, Marjoric Kibble and Elizabeth McDonald. We hope that there will be as nice a school here at home when we are high school juniors. Lovingly, MARGARET. Valentine Party. Dorothy Kiiox entertained a Val entine party at her home, 3926 Har ney street. The guests all came in dear little Valentine costumes. The dining room was decorated beauti fully throughout with decorated val entines. After refreshments were served games were played. Prizes were given to three little girls. Those present were; Qladya McOabln, Elizabeth Pafrenrath, Kleanore McKukn, Holen Ilartman Gertrude Carlisle, Teresa Christman, Misses Mildred Voylea, Florence Nestor, Catherine McCoun, Marjorle Morehouse, Dorothy Knox. Claire Abbott's Party. Claire Abbott was hostess at a Val entine party Thursday. The after noon was spent in hunting for hearts and there was a Valentine box for favors. Her. guests were Lucile Race, Ruth Chatficld, Josephine Black wood, Adelaide Finley. Jane Horton, Jean Hall and Flora Root. Patriotic Salute. The Sunday school children of All Saints church have a flag salute every Valentine Party CLIFFORD AND GRACE JOHNSON. Little Grace and Clifford Johnson gave a Valentine party Thursday after noon at their home, 423 North Eight eenth street. The home was beautiful ly decorated with flowers, valentines, hearts and cupids. The following 28 playmates were tne guests oin Ulrla . Nellie O'Brien, Doria Gilbert, Helen Brlen, Lorain Blnlrh, Margaret Brlen, Grace O'Brien, Helen Hawea, Bertha Hatt, Jennie Batt, Boy Bill O'Brien. Melvln Clarke, John O'Brien, Frank Hummel, Hartford Cress, Grace Johnson. May Powell, Gladys Shonfleld, Wanda Wells. Violet Duetsch, Dlantha Faulkner, Clara Louxe, Dorthea Alt rock, Viola Altrock. Boys Norval Wells, Dwlght Faulkner, Leo Coyne. Blaine Wall. as a jumpingjack," sneered the horse, rolling his knotty eyes in a vicious manner. "Even your head won't stay straight, and you never can tell whether you are looking backward or forward 1" . "Friends, I entreat you not to quar rel f pleaded the Tin Woodman, anxiously. "As a matter of fact, we are none of us above criticism; so let us bear with each others' faults." "An excellent .suggestion," said the Woggle-Bug, approvingly. "You must have an excellent heart, my metallic friend." "I have," returned Nick, well pleased. "My heart is quite the best part of me. But now let us start upon our journey." They perched the one-legged Pumpkinhead upon the Saw-Horse, and tied him to his seat with cords, so that he could not possibly fall off. And then, following the lead of the Scarecrow, they all advanced in the direction of the Emerald City. (Coutinued Next Sunday.) . . y send their society items to Mar- j t garet Shotwell, Busy Bee so- X ciety editor, care Bee Office y a!.................. . i Vwwwwrmtmmtmn Hostess So? Girls ZQopoiJiy SJteTitian RINtMART-STtrfgNS p"on Dorothy Sherman, on Thirty eighth avenue, entertained 26 little ."iris at a Valentine party Saturday. The house was decorated with red hearts and cupids. The' girls wore fancy paper caps and each received a valentine. They played old-fashioned games, danced to Victrola music and enjoyed an ice cream course at the conclusion of the frolic. The slices of ice cream had red hearts in the center and heart-shaped cal;es were served to the guests pres ent, who were: Mlsses- Misses Ann MiOonncll Kmma llooglancl, Joan JCwell, i Horothy Sherman, Katherlno Uaxter, Kleanor Daxtor, .Marsaret, Wtdenor, Charlotte Haller Helen Urown, Charlotte Smith, Kllzabeth Paffenrath, Dorothly Ouekort. MHrpraret Eastman, Nancy Finson, Eleanor Hamilton, France Edgprley, Charlotte McDonald, Polly Robbins lean Robbins,' Ruth Carpenter, Constance Perley, Ann Perloy, Jane McConnell. Josephine Drapler, Sunday morning, and also a pledge to the church. Rev. Mackay says it is an inspiration to him to hear the children say, "I pledge allegiance to my church and to the Savior for whose kingdom it stands. One broth erhood, uniting all mankind in service and love." John Inkster Usher. John Inkster is one of the Boy Scouts who helped usher at the pa triotic meeting at the Auditorium Tuesday evening. John has two brothers in the army, and receives letters from France very often from his brother, Robert. John hopes to see the war zone some day for him self, and until then he is doing all that he can to help his S,cout team. Armies for Liberty. Two armies, composed of kiddies from the neighborhood of Fortieth and Farnam streets, have been hav ing sham battles in trenches and open fields. General George Connor and Cur tain Thomas Austin, with their army, surrendered to General Billy Connor and Captain Burton Guckcrt. The defeated army was fighting for lib erty, but it was young ;nd lost. The victorious army fought for supremacy and won. Pup and Kitten Fight. Elinor Kountzc has international troubles at her house, and it's all on aucount of her Pekingese puppie, "lli fI31ack Mask," that she received on mr birthday last September, and the Angora cat that she bought at the White EIeplia:.i sc. Now, this cat is named Fritz, r.nd, although Elinor tries to call it Murty, kitty refuses to come to any name but Fritz. Hi-Wee and Fritz don't agree on lots of things and since Fritz is larger than Hi-Wee he thinks he's boss, and it's, only after a good talk that Hi Wee forgets his Japanese origin and Fritz forgets his German naiiic, and they both live in peace and harmony in their American home. Hilda from Holland. Little Jeannette Borglum was a typical Hilda from Holland at the costume party given by Miss Mary Cooper at the Blackstone. A bright blue skirt, short-sleeved waist, with a cunning little red jacket, wide, Dutch cap and even wooden shoes transformed the little girl into a Hol lander. Jeannette's doll was dressed in Dutch costume, too, and her dress was just like her little mother's, even to the tiny wooden shoes. For Junior Red Cross. Two enterprising and patriotic youngsters, Thomas Sutphen and Leroy Zust, will give a radioptical show at Thomas home, 420 North Forty-first avenue, Monday evening. The home picture show, will give views of America and foreign coun tries. Gertrude Sutphen will sell home made candy during the "movie" and tickets are now being sold throughout the neighborhood for S cents each. Everybody is invited. The proceeds will go to the Saunders Th Feast This is the feast table with 16 little feasters sittine around They were at Gladys tmonheld s party last week. 4- M"MMmM-M-H4 , . , D&RCSng Helen rtyg&t&Hll V - t. 3feknD?i3acLvd Helen is one of the dancing dolls of Omaha. She is 6 years old and has been studying the tepsichorean art under the direction of Miss Cooper. Helen danced a solo dance, "The Cornflower," in her cornflower dress and is now studying a Spanish dance. Her large, brown eyes, brown hair and olive complexion will harmonize splendidly, with the senorita costume. Helen is the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Henry Nygaard. school to make it 100 per cent Junior Red Cross between now and George Washington's birthday, February 22. Patriotic Party. Mrs. Arthur K. Barnes, 5106 Jack son street, gave a patriotic birthday party for her son, John Herman Barnes, who celebrated his seventh birthday. T.he colors were red, white and blue. There were little candles in candlesticks to decorate the dining room and a basket of candy was placed on each plate. The birthday cake was garnished with tiny lights. 1 hose present were: Girls Girls Maxlne Caldwell, Ruth Sanborn, Cheove McDonald, Boys Arthur K. Barnes, Richard Sandberg. John Dressier, Sarah Jane Caldwell, Alice Jean McDonald, Helen Catherine Lewi Boys RobeX Caldwell. John Herman Barnes, host. For Junior Red Cross. Jane Horton and Caroline Abbott, who attend Park school, gave up Val entines this year and are going to give the money to the Junior Red Cross. Miss Mason, the principal of Park school, asked all the children to do without Valentines, so the school would have a 100 per cent member ship, and many of the boys and girls arc giving r much money to the' Red Cross as they spend on Valentines. This sc'iool was 100 per cent Thurs day. Valentine Thrift Stamps. IJoroihy iliggins and her little sis ter, l.argarct, and their cousin, Hay dtn Storz, were all surprised to re ceive thritt stamps as their Valentine greetings from their grandma, Mrs Gottlieb Storz. Mrs. Storz gave all her .children and grandchildren thrift stamps instead of valentines, and Grandpa Storz added a few for good measure. Knitting Kneedles Fly. David Shiverick Smith, Eleanor Smith's 3-weeks-old brother, is very interested in watching Eleanor's knit ting kneedles fly. He will lay quietly in his crib blinking his eyes as her needles go in and out on the gray sweater for the Red Cross. Eleanor says he is the most important mem ber of the Floyd Smith family. Amy Virginia Bernstein not only tagged the fire shovel, but her dad found a little card tied to the handle of the sugar bowl, which read, "Go Easy." Amy Virginia is like Jack Spratt and his wife and "licks the plate clean," for she wants to help the Sammies, and has learned to knit and make trench candles for them. To SoMiers Prairie Campfire Girls of Gothen burg, Neb.,' prepared this community message, "Lines from Home," for the soldier boys of the town who are now stationtd at Camp Cody. ,WW;;:"x:::: liliwlllllliiiiliill 3Nk if J . J Stories (Prize) The Two Ness's. By Nola Kerms, Aged IS, Aurora, Neb. Blue Side. Dear Editor: Once there were two words In a land where people could not tell one word from another. They were called "The Two Ness's."' They were very unhappy for they had heard of words that had different meanings or names. So one day these two ness'i decided to see If they couldn't separate and earn bet ter namea the same as other words had done. So they talked It over and decided to separate and each one go far away and etay for a year. Then come back to where they" started from. So they started and one went to the far south over rivers, trees, plains, and deserts. Until It came to a town In a hot country where the hot sun poured down upon the people without mercy. It stopped at a house where a woman and little baby lived. The baby was sick and the woman was afarld It would not get well. So at each evening she would go to the door and look to Bee If she could see any signs of rain and would say to herself, "It will surely rain tomorrow and my baby will get well." But It died In a few days. This ness's name was hopefulness. The second ness stayed at home for a while there went up the mountain not far from home to a girl's cottage. There it stayed all year. Whenever there was no bread In the house she would say, "Too, much to eat makes me lazy." Or If she broke . a dish she would say. "I never liked that one very well anyway," and would be just as cheerful as ever. This ness's name was Happiness. When the year was up both returned and told their story. I hope to seethls In print. (Honorable Mention) Our School. By Alma Frerlcks, Aged 9 Years, Talmage, Neb. Blue Side. I live In the country and go to the coun try school. My teacher s name is Miss Helen Kriemer of Talmage. Our school Is not very large, but has 16 pupils, and they are 'present as often as possible. I am In the Fourth grade and there are only two In the class besides me. My brother goes to school, too, and he Is the only one In the Eighth grade. We have all the rest of the classes except the First. We had a Thanksgiving program and a box supper on November 28. The program did not last very long, but many people were present. My father was auctioneer and the first thing they had before the boxes were sold there was something I don't remember ever having In our school. A box of candy was given for the most popu lar lady getting tho most votes. Our teacher's name was among these and she won It. Then the boxes were hauled out and they made something over $60. This Is the first time I have written and hope to see rffy story lu print. My First Letter. By Delorese McCluskey, Davenport. Neb. Dear Busy Bees: I am a little girl, 6 years old. I Just had a birthday the 6th of this month. This is my second year in school and have been neither absent nor tardy since I started. My teacher's name is Miss Toungson and I like her very much. I have one little sister, 3 yeara old. Her name is Alberta. She visits our grandma every day, as grandma only lives a block away. For peti I have a little white bob-tailed dog. His name Is Bob, and he Is with v.a girls wherever we go. We had a white Angora cat, but it disappeared. Do not know whether it was killed or stolen. As this Is my first letter. I will not make tt too long, and hope It does not find the waste basket. Will close with a riddle: What kind of a table has no lege? The multiplication table. A Letter. Phyllis Brown. Aged 9 Tears, Route 1, By Box 23, Wahoo. Neb. Blue Side. Dear Busy Bees: This Is my first letter so I hope you will let me in your home. I like to read the - letters in tho Sunday Bee, also I like to see Mr. and Mrs. Jiggs Helen Nygaard was dressed as a Valentine in tulle and red hearts at Miss Cooper's Valentine party at the Blackstone. 1 Room 8, Saunders school, raised $5.25 the first day of the Junior Red Cross drive, and the money is still coming. The children are trying to eirn what they give to the Junior Red Cross. Dorothy Guckert and Polly Rob bins are doing their ten-milc-Camp-fire-Girls-hike on paved streets, so many block a day. The Scott children are wintering at Houston, Tex. Margaret and her sis ters, Louise and Eleanor, write that they miss their Omaha playmates, and Hunter Scott likes Omaha schools best. Curtis Shears, an Omaha boy, who lives in Washington, D. C, has re ceived the principal appointment to Annapolis and is attending prepara tory school for his examinations next week. Curtis ranked high in his stud ies in Omaha and all his schoolmates hope he will have success. Maurine Richardson made a very pretty Bo-Peep at the Mother Goose carnival, and as she walked across the stage no one could blame the lambs for scampering after such a pretty shepherdess. , Ruth Carpenter has taken Maud Brown's place with the Junior Dra matic club. Harriet Fleishman, who has been visiting her grandparents, Rev. Mr. and Mrs. E. Fleishman, has re turned to her home in North Platte. Ruth Lynch gave 25 cents to the Junior Red Cross for herself and 25 cents each for two other children who could not afford it. The she gave every child in room 8, Saunders school, a little valentine. 4- Toa Lats The following letters were re- . ceived too late for publication. y We appreciate them and regret J our inability to print them along with others: 5 Cretchen Gaeth, Douglas, Wyo. T Margaret McCellan, Fremont, Neb. T Y Gladys Ce. David City, Neb. Y T Edwin Metx, Nebraska City, Neb. T Maurice O'Kane, Paxton, 8. D. T Knby Tobln Stromsburg, Neb. T Wlrtb Orledesel, Gregory, 8. O. X Ell Timm, PapllUon, Neb. T Ruth Meredith, Ravenna, Neb. X Velma Ochsnrr. Stmmsbure. Neb. Opal Ferrin, McClelland, la. T Annie ColUns, 4019 W St., So, Side. X Shirley Nelson, De, Neb. X ?ortl Jeffrey, Lexington, Neb. X heodore Perry, Bloomington, Neb. X Margaret Crosby, Sutherland, Neb. X Florence Hann, Grand Island, Neb. X Pauline Carey Weeping Water, Neb. X manna iionannea, lolumbus, Neb. , . 4. Myrtle Fleisrhman, Manley, Neb. a A Margaret Bell, Osceola, Neb. X V A By Little Folks in the week days. I go to school and an in the fourth grade and I like my teache fine. I am learning to knit. I belong to the Red Cross. For pets I have a dog. two cats, two colts, Paddy and Sam, and a bantom hen. I would like to Join the. Blue Side. I will close for this time. I wish some of the Busy Bees would write to me. A Letter. Ferrin, Aged 10 Tears, McClellanS, la.. R. F. D. 1. Blue Side. Opal Dear Busy Bees: This Is my first letter to your page, I always look for the Busy Bee page first and like their letters fine. What are you going to do thla spring to help win the war? I intend to help mamma with her garden and chickens. Mamma has a nice flock of White Wyandotte chickens and also raises guinea pigs, of which she has 13. We are going to try and raise all the chickens we can, so as to help feed the soldier boys. I have one uncle in Washington In camp, and two in Oklahoma. I have two sisters and ono brother. Little brother is only 16 months - old. I go to school and have a nice teacher. Her name is Miss Breedlove. Well, dear. Busy Bees, I must close as my letter is getting long. I would like to hear from some of the Busy Bees, it they will write to me, so goodbye. First Letter. By Lois Suddlck, Aged 9 Tears. Woodbine, la., Blue Side. Dear Busy Bees: This is my first letter to the Busy Bees. We take The Bee and I read your page every Sunday. My teacher's name is Miss Barry and I am In the fourth grade. My teacher said we could have a Valentine box if we would promise to make all of our valentines, be cause she said she thought It was foolish to spend our money for valentines, when we could make them. I think It Is fun to make them. I cut some kewples out of the maga zine to paste on the valentines and I think they are just as cute as what we buy. Well, my letter is getting long. Goodb. Busy Bees. My Birthday Party. By Ellen Young, Aged 11 Tears, Box Rosalie. Neb. Blue Side. I have never written In the Busy Bee page before. I am going to have a birthday party. I did not tell them. After school the children bought presents and brought them to me. Then mamma had to go up town to get some Ice cream and cookies. While she waa gone we played games. There were more than 20 children present. After they had eaten the Ice cream and cookies they went home. I wish to see my letter in print. My First Letter. By Rosemary Mlddlemlss, Aged I Yeara, 4607 Lafayette, Omaha. Dear Busy Bees: This is my first letter to you. I would like to Join the Blue Side. We take The Omaha Dally Bee every day. I go to school every day. I am In the third grade. My teacher's name is Miss Oray. I have no sisters or brothers. But I have a little lamb for my playmate. She follows me wherever I gp and in the night I say good night lamby and she will say ba ba. And when us children play hiding go seek she will hunt for us. My letter is getting long so I will close. Hope to see my letter in print. The Goose and the Golden Eggs. By Ida Anfel, Age 12 Years. Clarkson, Neb. Blue Side. Once upon a time there was a man that had a goose, and he thought a great deal of it. I Every day she laid a golden egg. Of course, every goose laid eggs, but this goose laid golden ones. He did not sell the eggs, but put them in an iron box, and pretty soon It was a big pile. He was so greedy that he killed the wonderful bird. When he came t look for the eggs there were none to be found. Foolish man, he killed the goose that laid the golden eggs. First Letter. By Mildred Johnson, 409 Blaine Street, Holdrege, Neb. My Dear Busy Bees: Please may I Join your Beo page? I would like very much to Join the Blue Side. I enjoy the Bee page and I will promise to be faithful. I don't suppose you have to make such vows as these, but I enjoy doing it, and it fills space qulclcly. I have several stories I would like to send In. Maybe you Busy Bees would not care for them, but 1 certainly enjoy writing them. I think I have written enough for this time, so will close saying goodby to the In teresting Busy Bees. New Member. By Lyndon Moore, Aged 10 Years, Ht Taylor Street. Dear Busy Bees: This Is my first letter. I would like to Join the Blue side. I have three rabbits. I read the Busy Bee page and enjoy It very much. Well, my letter Is getting long, so good'' by. I hope to see my letter in print. First Letter. Watkins, 1611 Georgia Avenue, By Betty umana. Dear Busy Bees: This Is my first letter to you. I am In the Second grade at Park school. My sister, Marian, is in the First grade. I want to tell you about the two kittens my cousin in Indiana has. The name of one is Pat and the name of the other one Is Towney. Pat Is very timid and runs and hides when anyone comes to the house. Towney Is not a bit timid. He likes men the best. I used to haul Towney In the doll buggy. m I was 8 years old last week and my sis- ' ter la g. I want to Join the Blue Side. New Member. By Una Tillman, Age 10 Years, Red Oak. I. Dear Busy Bees: This Is my first letter t have written to you. Im busy reading the Junior stories every Monday evening. I go to school and I am In the fifth grade. My teacher's nade Is Miss Florence Peter son. I wish to be a member and Join the Blue side. Hoping to see my letter In print. My First Letter. By Portia Josephine Jeffrey, Aged f Tears, 14 Washington Street, Lexington, Neb. Dear Bu Bees: My name Is Portia Jef frey. I have one sister and three brothers. We all go to school, but the baby. He Is Just 14 months old. I am In the Third grade and 9 years old. My teacher's name Is Miss Margaret Eger. . My grandma lives In the country and I go out there and visit pretty near ever-1 Sunday. I hope to join the Blue Bide, hope to see my letter in print. The Stars. By Melvina Schure. Aged 11, Hnmphrey, Neb. Dear Editor: Seeing that my story was too late tv time before, I have decided to write again. The way I happened to write this poem was: One niirht I could not go to sleep and I was thinking If I could wr'te a poem, and all of a sudden I m-de up this one. This 1 a the first poem I have written. Some evening when I go to bed And see the stars shining overhead, I think how nice it wiuld be up thers To sit and see the light shine from very where. The stars look very small, but bright. And shine a long distance through the night. Most stars have corners five. And seems to me that they are alive But if I liv- to know If they're alive, I'll write and tell you so. Ooodby, Busy Bees. New Blue Member. By Alma Schneekloth. Aged 11 Tears, Bennimrton, Neb.. Box 144. Blue Side. I would like to be annexed to the Blue 1 nave made "Snrins." up a poem called Now the sleds are put awa,. In the old shed by the hav And the little birdies sing " In the good and pleasant Spring. Now the skates no more are used. i"K pona s water will Wnpn e jump upon the Well fall in as sure as oot
