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THh) OMAHA SUNDAY -BEE: FEBRUARY 24, 1918.
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Old Mombi Indulges in Witchcraft
By L. FRANK BAUM.
THEY. soon discovered that the
Saw-Horse limped, for his new
leg was a trifle too long. So
they were obliged to halt while the
Tin Woodman chopped it dcwn with
his axe, after which the wooden steed
placed along more comfortably. But
the Saw-Horse was not entirely satis
fied, even yet.
"It was a shame that I broke my
other leg!" it growled.
"On the contrary," airily remarked
the Woggle-Bng, who was walking
alongside, "you should consider the
accident most fortunate. For a horse
is never of much use until he has been
broken.".
"I beg your pardon," said Tip,
rather provoked, for he felt a warm
interest jn both the Saw-Horse and
his man Jack; "but permit me to say
that your joke is a poor one, and as
old as it is poor."
' "Still, it is a joke," declared the
Woggle-Bug, firmly, "and a joke de
rived from a play upon words is con
sidered among educated people to be
erninently proper"
"What does that mean?" inquired
the Pumpkinhead,- stupidly
;"It means, my dear friend," ex
plained the Woggle-Bug, "that our
language contains many words having
a- double meaning; and that to pro
nounce a joke that allows both mean
ings of a certain word proves the
joker a person of culture 'and refine
ment, who has, moreover, a thorough
cpmmand of the language."
; "I don't believe that," said Tip.
plainly; "anybody can make a pun."
"Not so," rejoined the Woggle-Bug,
stiffly. "It requires education of a
high order. Are you educated, young
sir?"
"Not especially," admitted Tip.
"Then you cannot judge the mat
ter,' I myself am thoroughly educated
and'T say,. that puns.. display genius'.
For instance, were I to ride-upon this
Saw-Horse, he would not only be an
animal he would become an equip
age. For he would then be a horse-and-buggy."
Af'this the Scarecrow gave a gasp
and the Tin Woodman stopped short
and looked reproachfully a.t. the Woggle-Bug:
At the' same time the Saw
Horse loudly 'shorted his derision;
and ,"ven". the, Pumpkinhead put up
his hand- to hide the smile which, be-cause-it
was carved upon his ' face,
he could "not change to a frown. .
But the Woggle-Bug strutted along
as if he had made some brilliant remark-,
and the Scarecrow was. obliged
to say:
"I' have heard, my dear friend, that
a person can- Decome overcaucaiea,
and, although I have a high respect
fr hrinc. nn matter how thev mav
be arranged or classified, I begin to
suspect that yours are slightly tan
gled. In any event, I must beg you
to restrain your superior education
while in our society."
"We are not very particular, added
the Tin Woodman; "and we are ex
ceedingly, kind-hearted. .But if .your
superior culture gets leaky again"
' He did not complete the sentence,
but he twirled 'his gleaming axe so
carelessly that the Woggle-Bug
looked, frightened and shrank away
td a safe distance.
The others marched on in silenee
and the Highly Magnified one, after
a period of deep thought, said in an
humble voice:
- "I will endeavor to restrain my
self." ; "That is all we can expect, re
turned the Scarecrow plasautly; and,
good nature being thus happily re
stored to the party, they proceeded
upon their way. ' " ' ' '
.When they again stopped to allow
Tip to rest the boy being the only
one 'that- seemed to tire the Tin
Woodman Noticed many small, round
holes in the grassy meadow. '
"This must be a village of the Field
Mice," he said to the Scarecrow. "I
wonder if my old friend,, the Queen
of the Mice, is in this neighborhood.
"If she is, she may be of great serv
ice to us," answered the Scarecrow,
who was impressed by a sudden
thought. "See if you can call her, my
dear Nick."
So the Tin Woodman blew a shrill
note upon a silver whistle that hung
around his neck and presently a tiny
-jray mouse popped from a nearby
.Sir-.-'
hole and advanced fearlessly toward
them. For the Tin Woodman had
once saved her life, and the Queen of
the Field Mice knew he was to be
trusted. t
"Good day, your Majesty," said
Kick, politely addressing the mouses
"I trust you are enjoying good
health"
"Thank you, I am quite well," an
swered the Queen demurely, as she
sat up and displayed the tiny golden
crown upon her head. "Can I (do
anything to assist my old friends?"
"You can, indeed," replied the
Scarecrow eagerly. "Let me, I en
treat you, take a dozen of your sub
jects with me to the Emerald City."f
"Will they be injured in any way?'
asked the Queen doubtfully.
"I think not," replied the Scare
crow. "I will carry them hidden in
the straw which stuffs my body, and
when I give them the signal by un
buttoning my jacket, they have only
in rush nut and scamper home again
as fast as they can. By doing this
they will assist me to regain my
throne, which the Army of Revolt
has taken from me."
"In that case," said the Queen, I
will not refuse your request. When
ever your are ready I will call twelve
of my most intelligent subjects."
"I am ready now," returned the
Scarecrow. Then he lay flat upon
the ground and unbuttoned his jacket,
displaying the mass of straw with
which he was stuffed. . .
The Queen uttered a little piping
rail, and in an instant a dozen pretty
field mice had emerged from their
holes and stood before their ruler,
awaiting her orders,
what th Oneen said to them none
nf nnr travelers could understand, for
it was in the mouse language; but
the -held jnice oDeyea wunout ncsiw
im rtinnitvff on after- the other to
the Scarecrow and hiding themselves
an the straw ot his breast.
Whn 1t nf the twelve mice had
thus concealed themselves, the Scare
crow buttoned his jacket securely
and then arose and thanked the Queen
frtr her kinrln'e.fi
"One thing more you might do to
serve us " suggested the Tin Wood
man, "and that is to run ahead and
show us the way to the Emerald City.
For some enemy is evidently trying
to prevent us trom reacning .
"I will do that gladly' returned
th Onn "At vnu readv?"
The Tin Woodman looked at Tip.
"I'm rested." said the boy. "Let
us start."
Tt,nitl,.,t rciimri tliir iournev
tUm 'lit1 trrev Oilmen of the Field
Mice running swiftly ahead and then
pausing until the travelers arew near
when awav she would dan again.
Without this - unerring guide the
Scarecrow ana nis comraaes migni
nir,r tiav crainH th Emerald Citv.
for many were the obstacles thrown
in their way by the arts ot oici Momoi.
V-f nnt nn r( thm nhcrarl rllv
existed all were cleverly contrived
deceptions. For when they came to
fVi a konlra nf 9 rilchSnC fivT that
lliW iyai.no w . u - -
threatened to bar their way the little
Queen kept steadily on, passing
.T t. a. : a i : ,-,(.(,..
inrougn inc seeming uuuu m oaiuLj
inl nnr trav1rc followed her with
out encountering a single drop of
water.
Am in 9 liiorti wall nf ffranit tow
ered high above their heads and op-
nrtee A their oAvanre Riif the CreV
Field Mouse walked straight through
it, and tne otners am me same, me
wall meltine into mist as thev passed.
Afterward, when they had stopped
tor a moment to auow xip o resi,
Ur Mm A( rAie Kranrllinor nfT from
their feet in 40 different directions;
onH ennn ihne 40 marls htazn whirl
ing around like a mighty wheel, first
in one direction ana tnen in me omer
comoletelv bewildering their vision.
But the Queen called for them to
follow her and darted ott in a straigni
lino- rA when thev harl are a few
paces the whirling pathways vanished
and were seen no more.
Mnmki'c lac trrr mae mnt fearful
.X l ' 1 W LJ a IUUI 1 wn
of all. She sent a sheet of crackling
m 1 J A
name rusning over me meaaow iu
inneiim, tlim anH rr the first time
the Scarecrow became afraid and
turned to flee.
"If Viat fir raf-ViM me I will be
gone in no time!" said he, trembling
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h4.,. .. . j M I fl 1 1 1 i M-H-H-
To Society Bees
DID you ever play "makebelieve?"
Its the favorite game of the
little folks at the Blackstone
hotel. You can play it sitting in the
nice comfy chairs, in the lobby, or
while -you ride up an! down in the
elevator, or while you re having din
ner. Everybody who comes in is a
part of the game. Just ordinary
papas and mammas become fairy
folks and different rooms are other
cities and a new world grows with
each new "makebelieve."
Little Marion Phipps and her small
sister, Diana, who are living at the
hotel with their governess, while their
father and mother are in the south
with the armv. clay at making gar
dens, and little jean Carleton, who is
just half past one, loves-to listen to
them, and her eyes grow as round as
saucers when she pretends to smell
the flowers.
Helen Morganphaler, who is all of
5, makes believe that her dollies are
real people, and sees to it that they
keen all the '"less days." Charles
and Francis Brown never tire playing
soldier and take turns being captain
Alfred Hill, whose father is scout
master, and Robert Julian are pre
tending they are with the Sammies in
France fighting their battles.
It's lots of fun to "make-believe,"
and mv mamma says one should
never foreet how. for it makes every
thing worth while. So let's see if we
all can't "make-believe" these cold
davs and have as much fun as the
little folks at the Bla kstone. Lov
ingly, MARGARET.
Gow-Gow's Letters.
Billv Bvrne Chambers, the small
daughter of Mr. and Mrs. W. N.
Chambers, is spending the winter in
California with her mother. And to
her. the most important time in the
day is wnen me man man Drings inc
letters, for little Billy is always sure
of finding a pretty picture with a
verse from her grandpa, Mr. W. P.
. 1 .1 ! L ' iL.
Byrne of the Orpheum. Utten she
clutches the letters in her chubby
hands and hides under the bed, say
ing, "Gow-Gow loves Billy, over and
over again.
She tries toianswer the little notes
and scrawls a circle that looks like a
head and tells her mother that "I send
Gow-Gow picture; dear Gow-Gow,
kiss Billv."
Mr. Byrne often sends sugar walers
to the little girl. Whenever these
wafers are served little Billy starts
off searching for her "Gow-Gow" and
calling his name, tor she thinks he
must be some place near. And then
she finds a bit of paper and scrawls
all over it and brings it to her mother
to send. And when these little let
ters arrive in Omaha Mr. Byrne says
he knows just what they mean and
he takes out his handkerchief and
wipes his eyes, for he misses little
Billy as much as she misses uow-
For Virginia Amish.
Mrs. J. I. Amish entertained
Thursday aftecnoon in honor of her
daughter's first birthday anniversary.
The guests of honor were little
friends who were born abput the same
date a year ago; they were Misses
Frances Irene Pence, Virginia Clare
Amish, Mildred Elizabeth Burgett
and Master Gerald Harry Adamson.
until his straw rattled. "It's the most
dangerous thing I ever encountered."
I m off, too! cried the Saw-Horse,
turning and prancing with agitation;
for my wood is so dry it would burn
like kn.dlings."
Is fire dangerous to pumpkins?
asked Jack, fearfully.
You 11 be baked like a tart and so
will II" answered the Woggle-Bug,
getting down on all fours so he could
run the taster.
But the Tin Woodman, having no
fear of fire,- averted the stampede by
a few sensible words.
"Look at the Field Mouse!" he
shouted. "The fire does not burn
her in the least. In fact, it is ho fire
at all, but only a deception."
Indeed, to watch the little Queen
march calmly through the advancing
flames restored courage to every
member of the party, and they fol
lowed her without being even
scorched.
"This is surely a most extraordinary
adventure," said the Woggle-Bug,
who was greatly amazed; "tor it up
sets all the natural laws that I heard
Professor Nowitall teach in the school
house."
"Of course it does," said the Scare
crow, wisely. "All magic is unnatural
and for that reason is to be feared
and avoided. But I see before us the
gates of the Emerald City, so I im
agine we have now overcome all the
magical objects that seemed to op
pose us."
Indeed, the walls of the city were
plainly visible, and the Queen of the
Field Mice, who had guided them so
faithfully, came near to bid them
good-bye.
"We are very grateful to your
Majesty for your kind assistance,"
said the Tin Woodman, bowing be
fore the pretty creature.
"I am always pleased to be of serv
ice to my friends," answered the
Queen, and in a flash she had darted
away upon her journey home.
(Continued Next Sunday)
BUOT BEE SOCIETY
NOTE Busy Bees will please
t send their society items to Mar- j.
t garet Shotwell, Busy Bee so
A ciety editor, care Bee
Young Prize Winner
S:;o Is v
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Margaret Lucile Frye is 9 years old
and won first prize of $5 for a poem
on the government war savings
stamps. She is in the fifth grade,
Chadron (Neb.) school, and is con
sidered an unusual writer for one so
young.
i
Child Harpist
IfjctS C?onr
Irma Clow began studying the harp
last November, and everybody who
knew her said .she could not learn be
cause she was too small. Miss Lor
etta De Lone said she could, and
went to Chicago and found her a
harp. Irma was so small that Miss
DeLone had to put a pillow on the
chair when the little girl practiced.
Now she doesn't need a pillow and
plays her harp at recitals. Irma was
one of the entertainers at a recent
club affair and is Miss DeLone's
youngest pupil she is 7.
Irma's parents arc Mr. and Mrs.
Byron Clow.
A birthday cake with a single candle
decorated the center of the table,
from which a buffet luncheon was
served.
A Dainty Dancer.
Margaret Virginia Bowcn, the small
daughter of Mr. and Mrs. H. R.
Bowen, loves to dance so much that
she doesn't wait for any music to be
played for her. She dances when the
clock strikes, and when the canary
sings, and even when the wind blows
and makes a tune. Margaret Vir
ginia's brother, Raymond, takes real
dancing lessons, and this seems very
funny to his sister. You see, if you
can dance to the ticking of the clock
you can dance any hour of the day or
night if you happen to be awake and
want to, and Margaret Virginia says
it's lots of fun.
Little Mother Speaks.
Ethel Mick, 12-year-old mother of
the Junior Red Cross, talked to the
children at Franklin school on George
Washington's birthday. Ethel is en
thusiastic over the fine showing that
the schools of Omaha have made in
the membership drive and said, "The
Junior Red Cross resolves to lend as
sistance to our soldiers, so that they
may be like Washington first in war,
first in peace, first in the hearts of
their country." Good luck to you,
Ethel, and may the success of the
Juniors merit the quotation.
Cozy Comfort Knitting Club.
Quilts of gaily-colored knitted
squares for the comfort of the sol
diers and sailors are being made by
a group of girls every Saturday morn
ing. Jane Stewart, Dorothy Higgins,
Emma Nash, Virginia Carlysle and
Catherine Coad are the busy workers.
Jane Stewart has been in bed for a
few days with a grippy cold.
Gertrude Irene Welsh has the
triotic measles."
pa-
Betty and James Love Paxton, jr.,
were verv nroud when Central school
went over the top with 100 per cent
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Little Jane Towell never feels quite
as patriotic as when she dresses up
like Martha Washington. She wore
this famous costume at Miss Cooper's
dancing party and was quite a "belle."
Scout Echoes
No Wonder. '
No wonder the boys under the 12
year line are studying and working
hard to qualify for Boy Scout mem
bership. The following is what is
from the Scout News:
"New York military training com
mission recognizes the value of lead
ership and program of the Boy Scouts
of America.
"Although the Boy Scouts of Amer
ica have never permitted the use of
military titles Jy its. citizen leaders
and the binding up of false notions
on the part of the boys as to the dig
nity of such assumed titles, and has
taken a definite stand against 'tin
soldiering,' a careful analysis of its
scouting program by state officials
has justified the New York state mil
itary training commission in accept
inar membership in the Boy Soouts of
America as equivalent to the require
ments of the training to De given un
der the new law.
"All parents will be interested to
know that the military training com
mission of the state of New York
has given this official recognition, to
the value of the scouting commis
sioner m the organization and main
tenance of the Scout unit."
The Scout Circus. ' , .
"Scouts, are yo.u geting ready for
the 'big circus that s coming, to
town?'" asks Omaha's Scoutmaster.
"There will be aboqt 3,000 seats to
be disposed of,, and we are the ones
to do it. Now it means that each
scout must promise, to.. sell. at. least
five of these. yTc money raised is
to be used to. equip the new week-end
camp. Did you know a spot has been
picjeed out and only awaits the action
of the board, which will decide within
the next ten days? The harder you
work, the more money we will have
for this purpose. There are some ex
penses we must clear before, we get
the real profits of our undertaking.
Let's put this through with a whoop I
Yea, scouts I"
Scoutmasters' Basket' Ball Game.
The scoutmasters north of Farnam
are wondering if those south of Far
nam are getting cold feet over the
challenge of a game between these
two divisions. This game ought to
be played very soon. Set the date,
captains, and we will arrange to have
the troops represented by the scout
masters in the game at the Khaki
club that night to witness and boost
your side. Omaha Scout News.
Scouts' Calendar.
February 25 Court of Honor. Reg
ular, 4:30.
February 28 Scoutmasters' meet
ing, 7:30 p. m.
March 8 Circus.
membership in the Junior Red Cross.
They are both giving up sugar in
every way they can, and Betty makes
war candy with honey, that her father
says is delicious.
Ianthe, David and Helen Margaret
Stone went to New York with their
mother to see their father, Colonel
Stone, before he sails for France.
They will live at their grandparents,
the George Hoaglands, when they re
turn to Omaha.
Jim Pollard has returned from
Florida. He visited his brother, who
is at Camp Gordon, Atlanta, Ga., on
his way home.
Nancy and Lucia Canfield have been
stopping at the Blackstone with their
parents this last week. -They live at
Sheridan, Wyo., and think it snows
lots nicer there than in Omaha.
Burton Guckert, who has been ill at
his home on Thirty-eighth avenue,
is able to be out again.
Boy Scouts and Campfire Girls are
planning their spring gardens.
"Those diaries are sure dandy little
pocket editions of the Manual," said
the Scoutmaster.
KILLING SOME STORIES.
The Arctic explorer, Stefanson
who ought to know has knocked
the foundation out from under sev
eral old says which had come to
be regarded as solid facts, says
Popular Science. Among other
things he says authoritatively that
frost-bites cannot be remedied by
rubbing snow ort them; that there
is no harm in eating snow when
you are thirsty; that Eskimo houses
are well ventilated and are not gen
erallv ill-smellinK. and that in his
whole experience north of the Arc
tic circle he has never encountered
anything so bad, so sudden or so dis
concerting as a typical North Da
I kota blizzard
Little stories
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Our room it is a hundred per ?
cent.
Our money for the Red, Cross
we spent, ...
The soldiers dying in the
field. ,
I Thinl thev never can be healed.
tStil iney arc nemicu oy v
Cross nurse,
So, you see, that's why we
open the purse.
Our quarter, it is not very 4.
mnfh.
T But to one soldier it may fur
nish a crutch.
The people say, "Will we be
t conauered by the Dutch?
I The Sammy over the pond says f
i"NOt mucn.
The kaiser thinks it is our
J doom
Just vvait a couple of months
ana neii cnange nis tunc.
1 ! Qur school a hundred per cent
will be;
' We are no slackers, so you see
! ! I do not think it is very just
" To let that quarter in your
pocket rust.
I When your money is given,"
your work is done
To give comfort to soldiers and
not the Hun.
JOHN REHA,
Eighth B, Jungmann School.
T.tfc.,,.4i.H 1 1 1 l"M"l 1 fi t"H
(Honorable Mention.)
How Fred Showed Hit Patriotism.
By Kermlt Sonneland, Aged ii rears, ui
North BUty-fifth Avnu, Omaha.
irr.i wa a hnv of li and h wss anxious
n ahow his natr Otlam In om way. n
mr. a uttia asrvto button wltlt a alar in
it. which showed h had a brother tn th
frnnithea Of lrantid.
It was a bright, warm spring day when
a thought ot how he could be patriotic cam
tn avail Ha would nlaiit a "war garden"
and aell tha garden etutf. besides he and
his mother could hav oro t th veta-
b'rred had $1 of his own. wtth which h
wnt dlreotly to a seed tof nd invested
la nankaa-aa of lettuce, radish, oabbag
and other varUtt. of isd. K went
whistling Joyfully with hit seeds and got a
hoe. rak and garasn ior na nr
ceeded to get buey. He ton had a ftcn
hif af nlanted seeds.
In a few weeks the were up out of.th
arth. and by tha mlddl of Jun h wat
selling hi garden stuff, and all th peo
ple wr (lad to gel suon nn vgipies.
Ma aaon earned SIS. whloh. Instead of put
ting In th bank, ha Invested In thre war
savings bonds, and I tninic wai wouia o
fin thing for all us Busy ee 10 no,
Tha Little Fir Tret.
By Loretta Hammang, Aged I, FIN, Oradt,
Arllniton. Neb.
Dear Busy Bees: This Is my first letter.
t am t vears old end In the fifth grad.
Mv teacher's nam It Joatpb Pollock. Thr
wat no aehol today hcaus our teacher
Is III. I hav three brothers and an sitter.
One upon a time Uier wat a . lltU fir
tree. It grew In th dark roreit. it wat
very unhappy because it wat vary dark In
tb foreat. Thar were many other large
trees' In th foreat. which mad It vary
dark.
One day. about Christmas time, torn
men cam lo th forett. They took many
other nice treel and ohopped them down.
They keot on taking th treea away until
thera were but few left. -
On day torn tparrowt were imng npar
the little fir tr. Th llttl fir tr taked
th sparrow tr they know anyming eooui
the other trees that had been taken away.
The sparrowt, who knew lometning aoout
tb trees that bad been teaen away, an-
awered: "When ' I was passing by a tnop
window I taw one of th vry trees tnai
had been taken away from tha forett with
beautiful candles, shining Ilk diamond."
The spsrrow said that h knew no more
and then flew away.
On day a man etm In th forest wun
an ex. At th first gllmpt of tha fir tree
he said: 'This It a fin one, Just to rign
else," and he chopped It down.
Th next day It wat taken to a large ana
beautiful bouse.
It waa left there for a while, and then
on beautiful night th candles were put
on it and lighted. It sparkled Ilk a dia
mond with th oandlet on It. Then tb cbll
rfran rame In and danoed afeund It.
What will happen nxtT' m tree
thought. After a whll th eandlea were
taken off end It wat left alone In th dark.
Th nxt morning th llttl tree waa
taken to a dark" room In, th attle and left
there alone. How th llttl ir wisnea
far th dark foreat!
, The next tprlng th llttl fir tr wat
taken out In th yard. It wat then chopped
up for wood and burned in a fire.
First Litter.
By Xvelyn Comp, Aged , 4tll Bedford A",
omaha. ND.
Dear Busy Baea: Thl It my first letter
toryour page. It hav lots of fun reading
your Dare. I read It very Sunday. 1 am
ndina Vau a atorv for next Sunday'! page
I want to join th Red aid oecaus i iov
It better than blu. Now I will flv you
my ttory.
nnr-m una a time ther Wat a lltla felrl
THH luaf or onuAy,
who went to th store to buy a loai or
bread. Sh bought th bread and tald
'Thank vnn" to th torkeper. nut na
said. "Tou must not thank mi I oio ne
tha hraad You muit thank th bak
er." So h went to tn naaer ano eaio
Thank veu for th raq." aut n em
you mult not thank m. you muat thank
.i.. HUr" Mn aha went to the miller and
said the earn thing to th miller. But he
aid, ,"You mutt not aty that to tne, ybu
muet thank th farmer." do so- "oi "
(Prlt.
Wintry Winds.
By Ruby M6rrls. Aged 11 Tears, Ro.
- sails, Neb.
Around th gloomy. looking houe
Tho cold north wind did ddy;
Kirv anowflakea on th ground
Softly whisper, "W ara ready."
Away th wind takes them In a whirl
And pllea them Into a drift;
There they Ha In feathery heapa
Till the wind gives them another
lift.
The very bitterest, coldest sting
Goes with etch diamond flake.
But the Joy they bring ut In ilelgh
Ing ' "
Mikes ut forget the pain they
make.
The morning It very, very eold;
Th children run to thelter,
Whll th cold north win blow on
And tha flakea fly helter-tkelter.
At 4 ' clock It la atormlng still,
Tb tiresome school Is done.
Tho boys run esgerly to get ther
sleds
And bound to their sleighing fun.
The school girls get their tledt. too;
They chooa a hill not aa ateep
And Inttead of crying they laugh
heartily
When they fall where th tnow it
deep.
And thus, though th wintry wind .
Keep tb old folk all Inside
It only make th children
More anxlout for a elide.
We wrote poems In school for lan
guage and t wrote thl on. Aa my
teacher thought it waa good, I
thought I would tend It to If I
could win a prise. It la original and
I hope I will at least see It In print:
t
By Little Folks
s: "sa-' wvss:
thm Father In heaven for He ! the one,hp
,,"V.
nd told hr itory t th ramlly. t
Good-by. fhllilrn. I hop Mr. Wit
U(kt will not my Utter, 4on t yW7-
Story. ,,f.
By Tboor Prry. Af 11 Yer. BIA091
ington, ,.
HOW A BOT ESCAPED INDIANS'. ' .
Th fntlowlnc iry hPPnea in th My
diyi. It wi in tk tT wner iriwn
ot unclvlliicd Indians roma tnrouicoR
wftodn and scroti tha pltn;
TtMt owntr.of rnch thr h tSp
nmd 0ort. "ho w about 11 yew W
at. H very amnc noy no wwi
rid th wildest hra, on tb rs.net. njO
dsy his mother asked Mm to to to tojjfl,
about tftree miles swsy.
h. miMi m faet horse, for hit mttfrer
wanted the thlnga from town In Hum.
Aa he as rldlnc aI6n ha notleed bnaotl
of Indians about a quarter of a mile, ahead.
He knew the reaaon tor them being tBero
and quick aa a flash he turned hi nr
and started for a river about a quarter., of
a mil back. , L
Aa h neared the river ha leaped from !
horse and dashed Into th shelter efc.tne
high treea along th bank.
As h came near th rlver" brink, h
pulled out his knife and cut a slender, hol
low reed from the bank and plunged lso
the deep water. ; . ;
He breathed through It as he stoeS un
In th water, but was unseen.
The Indians hunted th woods ana ib.ois-
gust left. .:r.
After a long wnn ueorge earn out. i
th cold, dirty water.
His horse hid been stolen, aa he xpscted.
hut h had outwitted th Indians. wh!-ti
could not be said by many of th Peoplo
! living In thos wild, unknown resions.1""
First Letter.
By Catherine Klordan. Aged I. til North
Forty-first street, neo oia.
Thlt It tht first time I hav written. 'T
hav read tb "Land of Os" and I Ilk It
very well. I hav read all tb stories and
now I am going to see If I can win th prlte.
The story I about a dot that live near us.
Ther Is a dog, and ha follows my waver
on his paper rout. He carries Th Bee.
and when ' no rt don tn oog comee in
and Sett something to eat. On night 'ha
followed my brother and mamma did ot
have anything for him, o he had to, go
without eating. HI nam hi Butter.. JVo
all Ilk film and h llkta alt of u. Th
night w had nothing .for him h an. not
want to go out.
I wun to join in rxea tia.
. . i . . . .
My First Letter. ''
By Ruth Johnson, Aged . Tears, ttll Cats
Street, Omaha. Blu Bide.
Dear Busy Beee: This la my flrtt letter
to you. I hav on brother who It T year
old.
I am In th fourth grad at tchool. My
teacher's nam It Mitt Blakt. I Ilk tier
very much. I go to Saunders aeho6t. I hav
eight block to g. I Ilk to read th Busy
Beet' page vary mucn. ,
I would ilk to join tn fliu oia. , (
First Letter.
By Viola Heuholdf. Aged t, Blu Bl4,
rtewara, ricw.
Dear Busy Beesi ' I sm going to write
for my flrtt time. . I go aqusrtr ot mil
to tchool every day and night , I am la the
fourth grad at school. I iik my teacner.
Her nam It Mitt BrUtenden; ,' I llv on a
farm. I hav three pet cat. They are all
gray and white. I will close, hoplaf to
win a prlt. Oood-bye, Buty Seet. .
First Letter.
By Edith Bvant, Aged 19 Teare.
Shubert, Neb. Blu Side. ntn
Dear Buey Beet: I am writing my.fint
letter to tha Buty Bea rat. I am It yeare
old and t am In th fifth grad. J am tend
ing you a poem I composed jutt ttiora
Thanksgiving. I hav oh . tittar and two
llttl brother!. I wish to Join th Blu
sld. I with torn Busy see wouia writ
t m. I hop Mr. wastepaper Bssiet won't
hold my poem. Ooed-byt, fluey Btet. -w,,
Has Santa Gone to War?
If Santa Cltu hat ton to war , nu"t,
What will th children dor .....
they'll tit and mop on Ch'titmai mem.
And ory in wnoie aay mruugo. v.'
.... tUl
I'll knit him a wUr to nle and warm,,'
And socks and wristlets, too, -
Ttll he'll b tempted to drop bis un
q tr
Aad com a-mening inrougn -
Th anew and lo of many landt,
Back her to ma and you.
But t don't believe he ha gon to
From stories rv heard toia -
And. plotures we've teen,
He ha grown to very ot,
Hts wbltkers are so long and white
lie couldn't fight, t know:
He'd trip and stumble over them .
A tr
T"llf
And go rolling m tn tnow. ,
Bat who In th world would thoot, sarrtf
ciauer
H It to good, you know.
H it ao good, you know,
They'd capture him at a prisoner
! f
And never let mm go.
And all tha llttl German kid
Would set tht gilts, you Know
And then they'd hav th laugh en u
Tor letting Banta ga.
'.:j:rrt
li'3t
w only hav four wk to wilt.
And then hit fat we'll know.
If Santa's in tha trancbsa.
A-llgnting againat tn io.
n tr"
nil!
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Tht Kaiser's Fate.
By Lloyd Pettygrov,' Aged IS Tears. .'
I sm sending on of my poama and ho
to aee It fn print:
Th kaiser is a lonely chap; h
Not a tingle friend has na,
But etlll he will not break th tie , .
That bind th firm ot uoii una m.
But now th whole world turn on himt
He mult either fight Or Tie, -
For th world now threatens to destroy , .,
The famous firm of Gott una me.
And now the dsy i bound to Come i
When tha ka ser will climb a tree , r
And the rights of men will tplit In two
Th famous firm I uou una me.
A Poem.
.1 1?
By Frances Householder. Aged 10 Teare,
Newark, nod. a oia,
Dear Busy Beee: I am going td tend you
a poem. "
THE POTATO WANT. -
A little potato lived In a hoi;
It cried, for it wanted to vlalt a- mole.
HI mother tald, "No, you wtll hav to ty
home; . '
"If you cry any mor you will have to ttaf
alone."
'Tou see," tald th potato, ''I am loath
here;
"I Want to vlalt th der."
"Oh, no." tttd hit motner, -lit too tai
away;
I think at home you will have to tay." ,v
"Oh, dear, motner," eaia tne potato,
'Can I vlalt the tomato?"
I Just then the ground opened, l,v
A farmer eaJd. "Here' a potato .....
I can put tn with tne tomatoes." . .
"Now I am satisfied,
But I'll nsver see my mother Inside." '
I hope to set my letter in print, aooaoy.
Busy Bees.
A Poem.
I By Dal Buckley, Aged S. Fourth Oratra,
Minora, mod.
The teldlert boys are sailing adrota 1 '
The big and gloomr tea
To lick the German kaiser
Wherever he may be.
But wo must do our bit at noma '
And tavo the boat we eon -
To hustle up the food and clotkdl W
For our brava toldlar mea.
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