THE OMAHA SUNDAY BEE: MARCH 17. 1918.
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Astonishing Flight of the dump
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0.1 oi what was roiUit ril, but
hi ought something.
Thr Wi'cpif Bug had taken Horn
t position ccr the mantlepicce in
he gie.it h. ulw.iv the he.iil ot a
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rare
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Tins
M'lv
w I'lv! i was adorned with wulc
i:g .i ti t ' t-1 . and this, with prf.it
K i eatc ;
llu til! v, the insect
.in it'll up the M.urs to the roof.
Cutnp tcscmbled an elk's head,
the no-e tnnieil upward in a
i.uiiv maimer and theie were v lus
ters upon its eliin, like those ot a
1 1 J v so.it. Why the Woggle-Bug se
lected this article he eould not hae
plaincd. except that it lt.id aroused
lis curiosity.
Tip, with the aid of the Saw Horse,
lad brought a large, upholstered sofa
:o the roof. It was an old-fashioned
niece of furniture, with high hack and
mis, and it was so heavy that even
iy resting the greatest weight upon
;he hack ot the Saw Horse, the hoy
iound himself out of hreath when at
ast the clumsy sola was dumped
jpon the root.
The rumpkinhead had brought a
510(1111. which was the tirst thing he
nw. The Scarecrow arrived with a
roil of clothes lines and ropes which
ie had taken from the courtyard, and
n his trip tip the stairs he had he
roine so entangled in the loose ends
M the ropes that both be and his bur
den tumbled in a heap upon the roof
mid might have rolled off if Tip had
not rescued him.
The Tin Woodman appeared last.
He also had been ' to the courtyard,
where he had cut four great, spread
ing leaves from a huge palm tree that
was the pride of all the inhabitants of
the Kmerald City.
"My dear Nick!" exclaimed the
Scarecrow, seeing what his friend had
done, "you have been guilty of the
greatest crime any person can commit
in the l'.merald City. If I remember
rightly, the penalty for chopping
leaves from the royal palm tree is to
he killed seven times and afterward
imprisoned for life."
"It cannot tie helped now," an
swered the Tin Woodman, throwing
down the big leaves upon the roof.
"Hut it may be one more reason why
it is necessary for us to escape. And
now let us see what you have found
.'or me to work with."
Many were the doubtful looks cast
upon the heap of miscellaneous ma
terial that now cluttered the roof, and
finally the Scarecrow shook his head
mil remarked:
"Well, if friend Nick can manu
facture from this mess of rubbish a
Thing that will fly through the air
and carry us to safety, then I will
acknowledge him to be a better me
chanic than I suspected."
Put the Tin Woodman seemed at
first by no means sure of his poweis,
and only after polishing his forehead
vigorously with the chamois leather
did he resolve to undertake the task.
"The first thing required fo- the
machine," said he, "is a bodv big
enough to carry the entire party. This
sofa is the biggest thing we have, and
might be used for a body, But.
should the machine ever tip side
ways, we would all slide off and fall
to the ground."
"Why notuse two sofas?" asked
Tip. "There s another one just i ke
Uiis down stairs."
"That is a very sensible sugges
tion." exclaimed the Tin Woodman.
"You must fetch the other sofa at
once."
So Tip and the Saw-Horse nun
aged, with much labor, to get the
second sofa to the roof; and when
the two were placed together, e lg to
edge, the backs and ends formed a
protecting rampart all around the
seats.
"Excellent!" cried- the Scarecrow.
"We can ride .within this snug nest
quite at our ease."
The two sofas were now bound
firmly together with ropes and
clothes-lines, and then Nick Chop
per fastened the Gump's head to one
end.
"That will show which is the front
end of the Thing," said he, greatly
pleased with the idea. "And, really,
if you examine it critically, the Gump
looks very well as a figure-head.
These great palm-leaves, for which I
have endangered my life seven times,
must serve us as wings."
"Are they strong enough?" asked
the boy.
"They are as strong as anything we
.an get," answered the Woodman;
'and although they are not in propor
tion to the Thing's body, we are not in
; position to be very particular."
So he fastened the palm leaves to
:he sofas, two on each side.
Said the Woggle-Bug, with con
liderable admiration:
"The thing is now complete, and
only needs to be brought to life."
"Stop a moment!" exclaimed Jack.
"Are you not going to use my
broom?"
"What for?" asked the Scarecrow.
"Why, it can be fastened to the
back end for a tail" answered the
Pumpkinhead. "Surely you would not
call the Thing complete without a
tail."
"Hm!" said the Tin Woodman; "I
do not see the use of a tail. We are
not trying to copy a beast, or a fish,
or a bird. All we ask of the Thing is
to carrv us through the air."
"Perhaps, after the Thing is
brought to life, it can use a tail to
iteer with," suggested the Scarecrow.
"For if it flies through the air it will
tot be unlike a bird, and I've noticed
hat all birds have tails, which they
ise for a rudder while flying."
"Very well." answered Nick, "the
room shall be used for a tail" and
be fastened it firmly to the back end
sfjthe tofa body, i
! Tip took the pepper box from his
! pocket.
', "The Tiling looks ety big." said
he, anxiouslx , 'aui I am not sure
there is enough powder left to hung
all of it to h!e. But I'll make it go
as far as p-'snhlc."
"Put tU'! on the wings," said Nick
Chopper; "tor the) must be made as
strong as possible."
"And d.-n't, forget the head!" ex
claimed the Woggle .Bug.
"Or the tail!" added Jack Pumpkin-'
head.
"Do be .ni:et," said Tip, nervously;
"you must gie me a chance to work
the magic charm in the proper man
ner "
Wry carefully he began sprinkling
the Thing with the piecious powder.
Bach of the four wings was first
lightly covered with a layer; then the
sofas were sprinkled, and the broom
gnen a slight coating.
"The head! Ihe head! Don't, 1
beg of you, forget the head!" cried the
Woggle-Bug, excitedly.
"There's only a little of the powder
left," ai.tionnced l ip, looking within
the box. "And it sechis to me it is
more impmtant to bring the legs of
the solas to life than the head."
"Not so," decided the Scarecrow.
COME BACK!
"Every thing must have a head to
direct it; and since this creature is to
fly, and not walk, it is really unim
portant whether its legs are alive or
not."
So Tip abided by this decision and
sprinkled the Gump's bead with the
remainder of the powder.
"Now," said he, "keep silence while
I work the charm!"
Having heard old Mombi pronounce
the magic words, and having also suc
ceeded in bringing the Saw-Horse to
life, Tip did not hesitate an instant in
speaking the three cabalistic words,
each accompanied by the peculiar
gesture of the hands.
It was a grav; and impressive cere
mony. As he finished the incantation the
Thing shuddered throughout its huge
bulk, the Gump gave the screeching
cry that is familiar to those animals,
and than the four wings began flop
ping furiously.
Tip managed to grasp a chimney,
clyse he would have been blown off
the roof by the terrible breeze raised
by the wings. The Scarecrow, being
light in weight, was caught up bodily
and borne through the air until Tip
luckily seircd him by one leg and
held him fast. The Woggle-Bug lay
flat upon the roof and so escaped
harm, and the Tin Woodman, whose
weight of tin anchored him firmly,
threw both arms around Jack Pump-
kinhead and managed to save him.
The Saw-Horse toppled over upon
his back anklay with his legs waving
helplessly above him.
And now, while all were struggling
to recover themselves, the Thing
rose slowly " from the roof and
mounted into the air.
"Here! Come back!" cried Tip, in a
frightened voice, as he clung to the
chimney with one hand and the Scare
crow with the other. "Come bac!: at
once, I command you!"
It was now that the wisdom of the
Scarecrow, in bringing the head of
the Thing to life instead of the legs,
was proved bey nd a doubt. For the
Gump, already high in the air, turned
its head at Tip's command and grad
ually circled around until it could
view the roof of the palace.
"Come back!" shouted the boy,
again.
And the Gump obeyed, slowly and
gracefully waving its four wings in
the air until the Thing had settled
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once more upon the roof and become
still.
(Continued next Sunday).
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1. FVtU"t.
To Society Bees
III' t"p of the morning to you,"
for it's Si. Patrick's day I All
and giiK have a soft spot in
boys
their
heal t , lor l
St. Patrick who
drove the Mial
taught the vo
out of Ireland, and
ig folks how to he
happy and full ut kindness and laugh
ter. All over the world those who smile
the Irish Minle aif celebrating the
birthday ot this good saint, and re
membering the i-dand of the green
Shamrocks. And o I wish you all
A bit of Irish, iov
A touch of liih gladness
To In ighten up our hearts
And ilnve away all sadness.
I .ovmglv,
MAKGAR ET.
Letter from Seattle.
Dear Margaret: We
Omaha Bee and I surely
column as so many name
take The
enjoy your
; are famil
iar to me. When I read your page, it
makes me homesick tor Omaha. I
want to congratulate ou in yotir high
otlice as editor id the society solumn
of the Children's i'age.
I receive many letters from Omaha.
Just received an interesting one from
Dorothy Guckert today.
I like Seattle very well, also like
my school, but not as well as Colum
bian. My teacher's name is Miss Dav
idson, slie is nist lovely. I am going
to graduate front eighth grade itl
June. 1 am so anxious to go to high
school.
I miss Miss Coil's dancing class this
winter. I suppose you still go. Would
love to bear from von. With love,
from V EU A M ACAl'I-AY,
902 Thirty-sixth Avenue North.
A Surprise Party.
Lillian Simons was 11 vears old
Saturday and her mother arranged a
surprise party for her. This was a
really truly surprise and Lillian could
hardly believe her eyes when all her
little-friends came troupiug in. Games
and stories made the afternoon pass
too quickly. I hose present were:
llrsslo ll.ntl It'll.
t.lrl I ust!;r--n.
MiKret Cottuv.
Mnry Kiiliiu.
Minna Froesc.
Milton Frohn.
Snillii l.ax.n Iti-h.
Klliol ilrnipi'l.
Knlhi rlm- lln il.'sty.
Mnt'Rari't l'ri ;t.
Sofia Vonlr:ik,
Carotin- l'milwon.
Upltllo ijlmi'lo.
Julia K;i i-lln.
!,oritt .liimlrh.
Anii-li:i JnniU ll.
Elsa I'anlMMA.
Molllo l.a.iirovUeh.
Nathan Ulmplfl.
K h I li- i nut C'olu-n.
Klliuliclh Nouzaneky.
.liilla Frootie.
liolillo 1'rtosman.
Mlnnlo Frlo.t.
ll.rbt-rt U"titir.
Mm Uo K. ll--r.
lihiin tio lOlrn.
linvlit (ilni'l.
Miiuil Tltlor.
Sjtriih KnpUn.
Max Kanlln.
l.oniji .laMitih.
lila Krteiin.
M:inj;trot l'liulnon.
Him- uimplo.
M i: car. a Katzman.
St. Barnabas Guild.
Mrs. Clifford Wcller directs the St.
Barnabas Guild work and the girls
who are members are enthusiastic
over the novel plans for raising
money and preparing for their sum
mer social and sale. They stuff dates,
do fancy work and make cookies and
cakes, hesfdes finding time to sew for
the missions and the Red Cross.
Those who attend are: Barbara
Hums. Louise Cuvler. Josephine
Dranier. Virginia Cotton, Virginia
Richardson. Elinor Kountze
Aim I
Alexander, Laura Richardson, Oer
trude Kounte, Mariorie Pancoast, j
lane McConnell, Helen Pancoast. j
Catherine Allen and Dorothy Higgins. j
St. Patrick's Dance.
Maxine Keichenberg, Janet N'olan,
Genevieve Finney. Dorothy Knox,
Ruth Shotwell and Margaret Shot
well will give a sunbeam dance at
the entertainment given at the
Creighton auditorium in honor of St.
Patrick's day.
Dancing School Days.
Monday afternoons at the Rlnck
stone a dozen little folks meet for a
dancing lesson and a regular good ,
time. The class includes Willard llos-i
ford, John Frederick Davis, Bobbie j
Clark, Louise Zicgler, Edward Creigh- j
By Elizabeth PafTenrath, Aged t
11 i ears.
To the top of an old box elder,
I climbed one day at eve.
A huge ball of fire met my eyes.
As bright as one could be
lieve. I gazed and gazed at the won
derful ball.
And watched it descend to
the earth,
There couldn't have been a
prettier sight.
And it filled me with happy
mirth.
The horizon was as gray as the
sky,
And the sky was as gray as
the sea.
And into this sea the red ball
sank.
It was a beautiful sight for
me.
Sinking, sinking, slowly down!"
The sun has gone from my
view,
To shine on some other land.
And brighten the world there
too.
r NOTE Busy Bees will please H"
'jr send their society items to Mar-
X garet Shotwell, Busy Bee so- X
j. ciety editor, care Bee Office
Em Mis Trennch Coat
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nerrill CJay To bey
Salute Master Merle Clay Tobcy!
He's already to go to war. He
would have gone now. but his mother
and father, Mr, and Mrs. Charles E.
Tohey, told him that Cncle Sam had
no place for hoys only o'j years old.
Merle has his uniform. Here he is
wearing Ins trench cat of khaki. He
and his small phn mates drill and play
shooting Germans evety day, while
they wait to grow big enough to be
sure enough soldiers.
One thing that helps Merle to not
mind having to stay home is that his
big uncle, another Merle Tobcy, is at
Mars.i, Tex., and Corporal Guy Tobcy,
stationed at Dcming, N. M., is also his
uncle. Watching these relatives in
khaki is what gave Mirlc the idea of
lighting for his country.
Grandpa's Pricl
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P
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Wee little Virginia Morgan is the
daughter of Mr. and Mrs. E. L. Mor
gan of San Francisco, Her mother
was formerly Miss Helen Hart,
daughter of O. L. Hart of Omaha.
Grandfather Hart is extremely proud
of his little grandaiighter.
ton, John D. Creighton, Maurine Wil
son. Marv Cieorce. lol-n !aih!.n
Michael Crotoot, Maxine Schurman
and Francis l'.urkl
"Oto-San."
lliros'.ii is (lie name of a round
faced little fellow who sits in his go
cart and says "goo" at every one who
comes into his tathcr's store. Hiroshi
is a Japanese baby and as nice a boy
as ever gurgled soft little Japanese
words that sound like birds singing.
I tried to ask his opinion about the
Japan and Russian situation and he
laughed and waved his hands and said
something that sounded like "Oto-
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Gothenburg Prairio Csunmp fm (SMg
Mlfr ,&A IMlEpil
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Top
row: Frances
Watson,
Helen Williams.
Lower row: Bess Barnes, Hazel Farrel, Maud Johnson.
Trairie Campfire girls at Gothenburg, Xeb., in Martha Washington
fichus, powdered curls and cut flower corsage bouquets, served an old Vir
ginia supper February 22, when Mrs. Clement Chase of Omaha, Red Cross
field secretary, was the sneaker.
These girls have been most active in war work. They sent $18.32 for the j
Belgian candy ship fund, a bale of clothing for Belgian war orphans, and I
have pledged every Lincoln penny to a Congo mission, besides compiling a '
community message book for the soldier boys from the town, who are now
at Deming. j
Names on the honor roll of service are: Mrs. Blanch Chamberlain, Mrs. :
Anna Loutzenkizer, Mrs. Mable Shoband, Frances Farrel, Janey Warren,
HaJ Lainspn and Virginia Birkpfer,
Precocious Child
& l Aw I J
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-ittle Anebel Ohrstcdt. 4 years old.
is visiing her grandma, aunts and
uncles on the X . I!. Jacobsen farm at
Elba, Nch. When Anebel was 19
mouths old she knew tNc domestic
and wild animals by name. It was
very amusing to hear her baby lips
say rhinocerous, zebra, hippopotamus,
crocodile, ostrich, adjutant, etc., when
we pointed to them. At two years
two mouths she had learned the al
phabet from her blocks while playing.
Then she began to form words. The
first was "pig." Soon after this she
mastered her first word, "kitty," from
the reader.
During that summer she learned to
count to 20 in American, Danish and
German, counting while swinging in
the yard. She could read in the first
reader when she was 3 and last spring
took part in two plays, speaking and
(lancincr in one and sincinc and dan
cing in the other. Now she counts to
100, knows the days and the months,
some of (he presidents, Mr. Wilson
included; knows the colors, writes hei
name and can print front memory and
spells several words and draws' quite
well. She goes to Sunday school and
is trying to win a large picture by
learning the golden, text of each les-
j son,
Anebel won a blue ribbon in a baby
j contest. She is a very healthy and ac
tive child. All her knowledge has
I come through play and answering
questions.
San," and he smiled as he said it, so
I think he's a great diplomat. His
mother looks at him with velvety eyes
and says "Botchau" and then little
Hiroshi Taso puts up his ha'nds and
strokes her face. Baby ways are the
same the world over, and Hiroshi has
very sweet ways indeed.
Hard Luck.
Billy Hoaglaml has recovered from
the Liberty measles and says that he
don't like to stay in bed when a.11 the
good picture shows are in town. Billy
is very fond of all the wild west
heroes and tries not to miss a picture
that tells of outdoor sports and west
t rn-life. He has a new hunting knife
and is planning to use it this summer.
The Liberty Five.
Claire Abbott, Ruth Chatfield, Lu
cile Race, Adelaide Finley and Jose
phine Blackwood have formed a club
they call the "Liberty Five." They
spend their time sewing for the Red
Cross and collecting tin foil for the
salvage department.
First Birthday Party.
Little Joseph Richard Crow had his
first birthday party Thursday after
noon. Joseph's eyes were as big as
saucers when he saw his birthday
cake for his name was written on the
top in pink icing and right in the mid
dle stood one big candle. All the lit
tle guests were babies, too, for there
was not one who was more than 2
years old. The little ones were Jack
Smiley, Edward Mullen, Orin Cou
ncil, Dick Council and Cyril Norbert
Kcrrin.
Tean Hall celebrated her birthday !
last Monday. !
Caroline Abbott had a birthday j
dinner party Saturday. i
Teddv Lawrence has moved to In- !
dianapolis. and he says it seems like
home to have Mr. Graff visit his
school.
Margaret Sinderstrum, Alice Stebbins,
i
Ltttl Stones
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6. Write your name, ate and addreai
lit (he lip of the ftrat page.
A prize book will be given earn week
for the hrnt contribution.
AririreftM all eoniiiiunleatlona to Chil
dren'! Department, Omaha Bee, Unmha,
Neb.
(Prize.)
"Violet."
By Helen Heald. Aged 11 Years, M)2
North Cherry Street, Creston, Ja
One time there was a litt'e ;irl
10 years old. Her name was ViOiCt.
She had everything in the lii.ic of
toys that anyone could desire Al
though she had so man?--thin.rs Hie
was not happy. She often sat look
ing at her books in which were pic
tured the faces of rosy-cheeked .bil
dren, running about, enjoying '.hem
selves. She knew it would .i . no
good to ask her parents. For they
would not think of it. She bet.self
was a pale, sickly little girl. She
longed for the country where she
had been to ride. She liked the (low
ers. Of course on their lawn there
grew many large roses and flings.
But she liked the woods, with its
blue and yellow violets and butter
cups. To hear the birds sing m the
trees. Her father found her sitting
with a hook on her lap looking dream
ily at some picture. "What an you
looking at, Violet?" asked her f,-t! er,
sittinp down beside her. He lo.ked
over her shoulder and saw a rrge
colored picture. There were two chil
dren sitting under a very large fee,
their laps full of violets and da'stes,
buttercups 'and Sweet Williams.
"Isn't it pretty?" asked Violet. "Well,
it is pretty," said her father. He
arose and left her sitting with, the
book. When he returned som; ime
later to find her asleep. In the right
she grew very sick. The next day
she was worse. The doctor said she
must be taken to the country, to the
green fields and fresh air. So little
Violet got her longed-for happiness.
She soon grew rosy and happy like
the picture she had so often looked at
She too sat down to rest, her lap full
of flowers. She soon found i r.ew
play-mate whose name was Alice and
they had many good times together.
(Honorable Mention.)
Polly Molly.
By Esther Page, Aged 12 Years, Blue
Side, Harrisburg, Neb. j
Tolly Molly, coal maker, lived in a j
very little log cabin on the edge of a
great forest. j
She was 12 years old, but very little
One day Polly Molly's mother .as j
railed to town to do some sowing
for a grand lady that lived in the
town or city, for it was London.
Little Polly Mollv had to stny at I
home all alone, so she could take care
of the cow and 14 chickens. Wnen
her mother had gone little P'lly
Molly went out of doors and took ihe
spadej She was going to di?; a
garden so she could plant sonic Hew
ers. She put the spade in the gr utid
and it hit something for it made a
large crash, then she turncJ the
ground over and there under ihe
ground was a red box she was very
excited but she dug it up it w.'-s a
very large box and she longed t see
what was in it when she had it oug
up. She could not lift it, so the
knelt down on the ground and t- ok
the hammer and opened it.
There to her delight was a box of
gold and she said to herself now mv
mother will not have to work any
m'orc.
So her mother came home the r.ext
day and she was very glad and triey
had a new house built.
A Wyandotte Chicken.
Opal I'errin, Age 10, McClelland, la.
Dear Busy Bees: 1 am a White
Wyandotte' chicken.
One day my mistress came out to
the hen house and got hen eggs.
She told her children she was going
to set her incubator. She saved a lot
of other eggs and pretty soon she put
my egg and 114 other eggs in a big
box.
Every morning she turned us and
when we go. too hot she would let
the egg tray and the eggs cool olf.
Tn 21 days we were all hatched but
18. We just kept pipping the shell
until we were out.
When 1 came to the light I fell
down in something which I thought
was a big hole. But I dropped down
in a soft tray which is called the
nursery. It was warm and was lined
and the bottom of the tray was of
soft outing flannel.
We were fed hard boiled eggs and
bread crumbs and had nice, fresh wa
ter to drink until we were about a
By Ruth Zimmerman, Aged 10
Years, Wintield, la.
One day Kaiser Bill
Went with his gun upon a hill
To get a Bear right good and fat,
And the soldiers wjuld wave
their hats,
For their master who did it was
Kaiser Bill,
Who went a huntir.? upon a
hill.
But to his great surprise he
found
There was not a bear in the
whole neighborhood
around,
But instead was Uncle Sam
Looking yonder, at the crazy
man.
There were bullets in i is pocket
and bombs were in his
hand,
And I'll assure you Kaiser Bill
sure escaped that unhappy
land.
By Little Folks
month old. Then we were fed ground
corn for about two months. Then we
were fed whole corn. When we
weighed about three pounds we were
loaded up in a crate and taken to
tcHvn and sold to the butcher. I do
not know what will become of us
now.
I hope my letter escapes Mr.
Wastebasket.
Greedy Tommy.
By Richard Hufnagle, Box 116j Utica,
Neb.
Dear Busy Bees: This is the first
time I have written to this page.
Once there was a greedy boy named
Tommy. One day he had to take some
milk some place on the other side of
town. He had another little boy with
him. His name was Jimmv.
He wasn't very honest, but Tommy
got a dime's worth of iandy and
charged it to his father. When lie got
there he set the candy on the porch,
for he thought that he would have
to give them a piece.
Jimmy saw him and stole the
candy .and ran home while the other
boy was in the house.
When he got home the s;orckeeper
had phoned to his afthcr and told
him. He got a licking when lie got
home and so he never charged candy
again, because he never got any good
out of what he did charge
The Red Cross Goose.
Dorothy Greenlcaf. Tekamah. Xeb.,
Age 1 1 Years.
This is the first story I Have writ
ten to the Busy Bee page.
Each year on Washington's birth
day in the evening the firemen here
have a party.
It is called the Firemen's ball.
At the opening of the ball they
have a grand march which is very
pretty.
This year during' the evening a
goose was sold by an auctioneer.
It was sold over and oyer again to
a great many people until they had
raised $1,000 to go to .ihe Red Cross.
Then the members Rf the tire de
partment gave the goose to their
lire chief.
After that there was dancing and
later on a banquet.
Lives on a Farm.
Bv Bertha Jlehiur, Sheiton, Nib.,
Route 2, Box (,'). Blue S'.
I live on a farm of about 200 ,.ius.
10 miles from Sheiton. We tak Ihe
Omaha Daily Bee and we like ;t lu.e.
1 like to read the Busy Bees' page
very well. I am in the seventh giadc
at school. I go to I'.lulT ('enter scuool.
My teacher's name is Miss B;s; ic
Smith. I like her line. We !in a
Palhe phonograph at our s:lii-ol.
There are 15 pupils that go to i ur
school. I was 12 years old last i tb
ruary 25. 1 have three brothers ami
two sisters. Tiu'ir names are Carl,
Freddie and Elmer. My .sisiets'
names arc Anna and Leila. We have
a silvertonc phonograph and a Stnrc
baker auto. This is the fust ti.op I
have ever written to the Busy Bees
page, and I will close, for my letter
is getting long. 1 wish sonic of the
Busy Bees would write to me.
Receives Valentines.
By Florence Hoet teller. Aged 9 Years,
Columbus, Neb., Blue Side.
Dear Busy Bees: I am going tc
try again for I did not see it in print
the last time. I saw my name among
the late ones. I received 12 pretty
valentines, and gave away l.i. Wc
have school on Saturday. Well, I
guess I will close for my letter is get
ting long. Busy Bees, please write
and 1 will answer. Wish to sec my
letter in print and win a prize.
Likes Children's Page.
By Arnold Boettcher, Aged 8 Years,
716 l.a-t Ninth Street, Colum
bus, N'cb. Blue Side.
Seeing that my letter was too late,
I will try again. I like the children's
page very much. I bought two baby
bonds. We all bought two baby
bonds except my two brothers. They
bought one baby bond. Mamma add
papa each bought 10 baby b.'tids. Mv
sister is also writmg. Well, I will
close, for my letter is getting long.
I hope to sec my letter in print.
Just a Beggar Boy.
By Erma Dungan, Aged 10 Ycar
Kearney, Neb. Red Side.
I ain't got no home;
T ain't got no pa:
I ain't got no friends;
I ain't got no ma.
Well, really I ain't got myself.
And l's just a poor beggar boy.
Onct we wuz rich 'nen our hom
burned down;
Pa's bank went busted and wc niovec
out of town;
I osi all the friends what 1 evei
had
And I sure was a beggar boy.
My pa took sick, so sick that he diedi
My ma was so sorry she cried till sh
died,
'Nen I sure was a beggar hoy.
There ain't no one's love me. so I'll
just go to war.
1 can earn my meals if I can't earn
any more.
And It 1 gets killed I'll see ma and pa,
And no one will miss me,
'Cause I'm just a beggar boy.
Goodby, Busy Bees. I hope to sea
my letter in print.
The Kaiser's Fate.
By Marguerite Johnson, A.ge 11
Years, 409 Llain Street, Holdrcgc,
Neb. .
Many miles across Ihe blue lies a country
known to mo and you.
There reigns a man who ruli'S in hRte.
Some day we t;..(,e liowi.fnll will he his fate;
Hia lace. is hanlon'd, cold ami st?in
May he some day hlss'ii kin-lni-ss larr:
Ills mind is filled with wicked ttKoiifht.
No deed of pity has ho wrought.
He ia a shameful, self-thouxht miaor
The hated, wicked, cruel old kaiser.
His country longs for freedom fair,
But not while he with dignified air.
Fiahta on and on in bloody war
With the selfish cry, "Honor glva m
more more,"
But he is hated too mtrch hv this world,, j
To o'er It have Ms flag unfurled.
For America, France, England, and ail,
Shall their bright banners raise, aad th
Carman ahall fall
