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THE OMAHA SUNDAY BEE: MARCH 24, 1918. 5. IpOTal Pag Tte ' Omaha lite for I . I i r $ s ft- I, lantdyOz In the Jackdaw's Nest By L. FRANK BAUM. mil S" said the Gump, in a I squeaky voice not at alt propor "tioned to the size of its great body, is the most novel experience X ever heard of. The last thing I re member distihctly is walking through the forest and hearing a, loud noise. Something probably killed me then, and it certainly ought to have been the end of me. Yet here I am, alive again, with four monstrous wings and a body which I venture to say would make any respectable animal or fowl weep with shame to own. What does, it all mean? Am I a Gump, or am I a jug gernaut?" The creature, as it spoke, wiggled its chin whiskers, in a very comical manner. "You're just a Thing," answered Tip, "with a Gump's head on it. And we have made you and brought you to life so that you may carry us through the air wherever we wish to go." ' "Very good!" said the Thing. As I am not a Gump, I cannot have a Gump's pride or independent spirit. So I may as well become your servant as anything else.- My only satisfac tion is that I do not seem to have a very strong constitution, and am not likely to live long in a state of slav- " Don't say1 that. I beg' of you!" cried the Tin Woodman, whose excel lent heart was strongly affected by this tad speech. "Are you not feeling well today?" . "Oh, as for that," returned the Gump; "it is my first day of existence; so I cannot judge whether I am feel- ing well or ill. And it waved its broom tail to and fro in a pensive manner. , . , "Come, cornel" said the Scarecrow, kindly: "do try to be more cheerful and take life as you find it. We shall be kind masters, and will strive to ren der your existence as pleasant as pos sible. Are you willing to Carry us through the air wherever we wish to go?" "Certainly," answered the Gump. "I greatly prefer to navigate the air. For should I travel on the earth and meet with one of my own species, my em barrassment would be something aw ful!" "I can appreciate that," said the Tin Woodman, sympathetically. "And yet," continued the Thing, "when I carefully look you over, my masters, none of you seems to be con- structed much more artistically than . I am." . "Appearances are deceitful," said the Woogle-Bug, earnestly. "I am both Highly Magnified and Thorough ly Educated." , "Indeed 1" murmured the Gump, In differently. "And my brains are considered re markably rare specimens" added the Scarecrow, proudly. "How strange 1" remarked the Gump, j "Although I am of tin," said the Woodman, "I own a heart altogether the warmest and most admirable in the whole world." I'm delighted to hear it," replied the Gump, with a slight cough; "My smile," said Jack Pumpkin head, "is worthy your best attention. It is always the same." "Semper idem," explained the Woggle-Bug, pompously; and the Gump turned to stare at him. "And I declared the Saw-Horse, filling in an awkward pause, "am only remarkable because I can't help it." "I am proud, indeed, to meet with . such exceptional masters," said the Gump, in a careless tone. "If I could but' secure so complete an introduc tion to myself, I would be more than ' satisfied." - ' "That will come in time," reeaarked . the Scarecrow. "To 'Know ThySelP is considered quite an accomplishment, . which it has taken us, who are your elders, months to perfect. But now," he added, turning to the others, "let us get aboard and start , upon our journey." . "Where shall we go?" asked Tip. as he clambered to a seat tin the sofas and assisted the Pumpkinhead to fol low him. "In the South Country rules a very delightful Uueen called ulinda the Good, who I am sure will gladly re ceive us," said the Scarecrow, getting into the Thing clumsily. "Let us go to her and ask her advice. "That is cleverly thought of," de ' clared Nick Chopper, giving the Woggle-Bug a boost and then toppling the Saw-Horse into the rear end of the cushioned seats. "I know Glinda the Good, and believe she will prove a friend indeed. MAro we all reariv?" asked the bov. "Yes," announced the Tin Wood man, seating himself beside the Scare- : crow. : . fThen," said Tip, addressing the Gump, "be kind enough to fly with us to the southward; and do not go nign . er than to escape the houses and trees, for tt makes me dizzy to be up so far.- - "All right," answered , the Gump, briefly. t ' It flopped its four huge wings and rose slowly into the air; and then, while our little band of adventurers clung to the backs and sides of the sofas for support, the Gump turned toward the South and soared swiftly and majestically away. "The scenic effect, from this alti tude, is marvelous, commented the educated Wogglc-Bug, as they rode along. "Never mind the scenery," said the Scarecrow. "Hold on tight, or you may get a tumble. The Thing seems to rock badlv." "It will be dark soon," said Tip, ob serving that the sun was low on the horizon. "Perhaps we should have waited until morning. I wonder it the Gumo can flv in the night." "I've been wondering that myself," returned the Gump, quietly. "You see, this is a new experience to me. I used to have legs that carried me swiftly over the ground. But now my legs feel as if they were asleep." "They are." said Tip. "We didn't bring 'em to life." "You're expected to fly," explained the Scarecrow; "not to walk." "We can walk ourselves," said the Woggle-Bug. "I begin to understand what is re quired of me," remarked the Gump; so I will do my best to please you," and he flew on for a time in silence. Presently Jack Pumpkinhead be came uneasy. "I wonder if riding through the air is liable to spoil pumpkins," he said. "Not unless you carelessly drop your head over the side," answered the Woggle-Bug. . "In that event your head would no longer be a pumpkin, for it would become a squash. "Have I not asked you to restrain these unfeeling jokes?" demanded Tip, looking at the Woggle-Bug with a severe expression, "You have; and I've restrained a good manyof them," replied the in sect. "But there are opportunities for so many excellent puns in our lan guage that, to an educated person like myself, the temptation to express them is almost irresistible." "People with more or less education discovered those puns centuries ago," said Tip, "Are you sure?" asked the Woggle Bug, with a startled look. "Of course I am," answered the boy. "An educated Woggle-Bug may be a new thing; but a Woggle Bug education is as old as the hills, judging from the display you make of it." The insect seemed much impressed by this remark, and for a time main tained a meek silence. The Scarecrow, in shifting his seat, saw upon the cushion the pepper-box which Tip had cast aside, and began to examine it. "Throw it overboard," said the boy; "it's quite empty now, and there's no use keeping it." "Is it really t empty?' asked the Scarecrow, looking curiously into the box. "Of course it is, answered Tip. "I shook out every grain of the powder." "Then the box has two bottoms," announced the Scarecrow; "for the bottom on the inside is fully an inch away from the bottom on the outside." "Let me see." said the Tin Wood man, taking the box from his friend. "Yes," he declared, after looking it over, "the thing certainly has a false bottom. Now, I wonder what that is for?" "Can't you get it apart, and find out?" enquired Tip, now quite inter ested in the mystery. . ' "Why, yes; the lower bottom un screws," said the Tin Woodman. "My fingers are rather stiff, please see if you can open it." " He handed the pepper-box to Tip, who had no difficulty in unscrewing the bottom. And in the cavity below were three silver pills, with a carefully folded paper lying underneath them. This paper the boy proceeded to un fold, taking care not to spill the pills, and found several lines clearly writ ten in red ink. ( "Read it aloud," said tse Scarecrow; so Tip read as follows: "Dr. Nikidik's Celebrated Wishing Pills. x "Directionsxfgr use: Swallow one pill; count 17 by twos, then make a wish the wish will immediately be granted. "Caution: Keep in a dry and dark place." "Whv, this is a very valuable dis covery!" cried the Scarecrow. (Continued Net Sunday) God's Sarvico Flej Major Maher and his, small daughter, Margaret, were out for a walk one evening when the tiny miss saw the bright evening star, and, pointing to it, said whimsically: "See, daddy, God has t serv ice flag out He must have a son in this war." "Yes, my dear," answered the soldier-father solemnly, "He has. a son in the service and He is fighting with our boys for the divine 'Peace on earth, good will to men.'" . - "Little ?! v m"l Vr ' I uw t A f - v J 1 4 . I Top row: Norma Moford, Mildred Flanagan, Irent Roberta, Ruth Busk Irk. v - Second row: Ethyl Bean, Lyodla Brad way, Pauline Zlpfel, Ethel Metcalf, Dorothy Bottom row: Helen Boyden, Elji Zlpfel, Elizabeth Lane, Charlotte Jane Alvlaon. This groupof little Red Crosa girls are softening our soldiers' beds. They are one of the junior auxiliaries At their meetings they spend their thne snipping' and making soft head rests for the wounded Sammies The "snippers" call themselves "The HmH"H4M',H"H 2 ii t..i..i.,8.,,,8Mi.Mi.i.Mt.w " In tho Bee live DEAR BUSY BEES: The Pen , nell pictures that were shown this last week for the War Re lief society were very interesting to boys and girls as well as grown folks. The machinery seemed just as if it was running and the tall pillars looked like slim , trees, so full of strength and grace. On Tuesday afternoon a young fel low over six feet tall came walking in the door and told the ladies in charge that he was Charles Likins from Orient, Ja and on his way to Van couver to join the aviation section of the signal corps. And my, but he was interested in the airplanes and en gines! And as he talked about the pictures a homesick look would come into ins eyes, tor ue was maxnig nis last stop before train time. He said that he would like to talk to the boys and girls and tell them each and every one how the soldiers wanted to fight so that the world would be a better place for all young people. And somehow after he had a cup of tea and ate some of the good cakes and said goodby the Pennell pictures seemed to stand for his strength and bravery. Ami I'm sure the Busy Bees wish Mm all the Patriotic Kalnte the Sammv Sunbeams! Thev ire making scrapbooks, for you know the soldiers in the hospitals love these books of qr'8nt pictures. Very often they are so weak that they can Yamdkee" Red .Cross ' Club ' v-VY' vft1 - AH v f m !';"r,k Little Yankees." They meet M Ji.day afternoons at the houses' of memlirs. Miss Pauline Zipfel organized the club and she is the chairman. Nice soft bits of cotton and ends of gauze are left as remnants from the hospital garments and surgical dress BUSY... BEE. SOCIETY wui. ousy ueea win piease 'irririrryririrwv'Wr'VVvv'i'VW send their society items to Mar- T r y, .1 v . x. , garet Shotwell, Busy Bee so- Z;Xeorge arttn' ?Janc,,s MarTt.,n- farl ciety editor, care ' . Bee : Office : I 9".gK Gt0'& Hoagland, Jim Pol- safety and good luck he wished us. Dont we? Lovingly,, . r -'iV,c7'f.i-:MARGARE't'v Aesthetic Dancers. , , On Saturday feSirfntogs it 1! o'clock a group of girls dance at the Black stone in true. Ruth St. Denis style. The class includes Doris .Talmage, Annette Bell, 'Janet Cunningham, Marjorie Ribbcll, Edna Wise, Lillian Simpson, Eleanor Pickard, Dorothy Spark, Caroline Forbes, Dorothy Johnson, Gertrude Johnson, Helen Cole, Marion Wyley, Roberta Trim ble, Jean Hampton,- Beatrice Bell, Sue Harris, Elizabeth Burlingame, Mar garet Hinderlang, Dorothy Carmich ael,' Emily Hoagland, .Virginia Hay den, Dorothy Lord, Dorothy Parsons, Margaret Clark, Wilma McFarland, Madeline Van Horst, Elizabeth Von Lutgen, - Marjorie Corey,- Margaret Logan, Elizabeth Blackwell, Mary Blackwell, Josephine Hamlin, Ellen Peterson, Marie Thompson, Elizabeth Paffenrath, Margaret Rix, Mary Alice Donahue, Helen (Kohn, Janet Jeffer iesy Lois Fink, Jane Horton, Addelle Brady, Catherine Gallagher, Ruth Evans, Catherine Gains, Flora Lef ferts,, Betty Phipps and Louise Bailey. All of these girls are busy for the Red Cross and are going to help Un cle Sam by planting gardens this spring and think that "all work and no play" is not a good plan, and so they have a jolly playtime at dancing school. Confirmation Class. Last Sunday Bishop Williams con firmed a class df 28 at All Saints church. Mr. McKnight, assistant rec tor to Mr. Mackay, gave the instruc tion, and the children in the class were Roberta Trimble, Emma Wykes, Virginia- Carlysle, Bessie Howell, Amy Howell, John Inkster, Park O'Brien, Clark Yager, Gordon Smith, Little (Giris Make not hold a oook to read, but they can turn these pages and the pretty faces in the book make them forget their pain and loneliness. These patriotic little girls meet aft ernoons tfter school at the home of t r 't i 'i ' a Thoemke. - ings by the . grown-up Red Cross workers. These ends are given to the little Yankees and they snip them into small pieces. They spread them on several layers of gauze and old over the ends so that they make lit tle sanitary head pillows. pett, Allen .Wolcott and Will Stevens. Altavista Folks. ; The 'Nolan gardens are famous throughout Fairacres. for each of the eight children are outdoor enthusi asts. The five girls Ruth, Helen, Dorothy, Janet and little Mary grow old-fashioned posies, as well as vege tables, and' the thr e boys--Wendell, Tptn and John go in for potatoes and corn. Each one has their own plot of ground, from Ruth, who isj 18 years old, to Baby' Mary, who is just ,18 months,, and , every one tends their own garden and does a bit for Baby Mary besides. The birds aren't at all afraid of the Nolan gardeners and swarm in the trees, and the dog has been a member of the family so long that he walks over ' the seed - beds whenever he wants to "short-cut." - The Nolan home is called Altavista, and with the yard full of jolly children Spading and raking and planting, it's surely quite a garden spot. Personal Adelaide Seabury is moving from the Field club district to Dundee, and all her schoolmates at Park school will miss her very much. Jimmy Pollard is learning to blow the bugle and he practices every morning and night, and then John Latenser answers his calls and it sounds like "really soldiers." Gertrude Kountze and Betty Pax ton are riding on their ponies these spring days. '.Betty has a little surrey that her friends, pile in, and off they gor.for a nice ride, taking turns at driving. Sufficient. , Agnes Why don't you learn to punctuate? Edith The ideal Why, I put more commas and dashes in what I write than anyone else I know of. Boston Transcript. toaplbodks Iot Mrs. C. G. Carlberg and their fingers flv busily every moment. They sent 26 scrapbooks to the Nebraska base hospital unit and in this way the Sun beams spread their cheer far and wide Reading from left to right the i 2 I Little Stoiies (Prize.) A Calm Evening in June. By Evelyn Coates, Aged 11 Years, 1109 West Second Street, Grand Island, Neb. The pale moonlight is shining On river, lake and stream; And the fields are bright from lying Beneath her soft moonbeams. The crickets are all chirping And the frogs begin to croak, While the nightingale starts singing In the old storm-beaten oak. (Honorable Mention.) An Indian Story. By Harvey Jones, Aged 14 Years, David City, Neb., Blue Side. It was in 1873 and my grandmother lived in a sod house near the central part of Butler county. She was just getting dinner when an Indian chief stuck his head in the window and said, "boo." This frightened her so that she turned around and said, "boo." The Indian then asked for some thing to eat. She gave him some bread, meat, butter and coffee. He ate a hearty meal thanked her for it and went away. That was the last she saw of him for several days. It was early in the morning about one week later that the same Indian came back with a large deerskin robe. This he gave to her. That was the last she ever saw of him. A Red Cross Nurse. By Lillie Benes, Clarkson, Neb. This is my first letter and I wish to see it in print. I am going to tell you my made-up experience as a Red Cross nurse. When war was declared I thought it was my duty to help my country, so I joined as a Red Cross nurse. The first day we were told that we would sail to France in three days. We got ready and on the third day sailed away. We saw two submarines on our voyage, but in eight days arrived safe "Somewhere in France." From this place we were sent to a field hospital. At this place I took care f soldiers. Every day wounded ,were brought to the hospital. One day we heard that our Sam mies were going "over the top," so we prepared to have everything ready. The next day our Sammies went "over the top," took half of the German trenches and made them sur render. There were very few Ger mans left and the kaiser was captured and burned alive. Killed and wounded lay everywhere. The ambulances were going back and forth In a few months most of the soldiers went back, some with one hand or leg and some were blind, but the worst was that some lay in cof fins with Old Glory over them. The nurses sailed back, happy because we had done our bit and won. Answers to Letters. By Mary O'Connor, Aged 11 Years, Route A, Wolbach, Neb. Red Side. May I step into your happy hive or circle for just a peep, or if I am good and try to make lots of honey, will you let me stay? I iust finished reading the Busy Bees happy little corner and the "Land of Oz.(' They are surely very interesting. I guess I will mention some of our very industrious Bees' names. Rosemary Lyons, your letter was interesting. I thing our Busy Bees ought to try and help Uncle Sammy, too. I am going to plant a garden this spring, too, as I live on a farm and have plenty of places to grow gardens. You city girls and boys don't know how good it is to live on the farm. I have never been in Too Long to Print ' The Busy Bee editor regrets that a tew letters received tnis week were too long to print. The letters were all very fine ones and we hope the writers will try again, observing the rule for letter length. Among the writers were: Alice Cenk, Omaha. KUsabeth Kaleer, Omaha. Rath Roebllng, Omaha. Esther Oatergard, Omaha. Julia Blnderup, Newark, Neb. Par line Swanaon, South Side. - Marjory Berkshire, Oakland, la. Alice Echtenkamp, Arlington, 'eb. (ilen Thomas, Clarke, Neb. Berniee Johnson, Doniphan, Neb. Florence Hann, Grand Island. Mdlieirs J little girls in the busy group are: Christina McGaffin, Elizabeth Kane, Caroline Proebsting, Virginia Jones, Myrtle Obye, Ruth Carlberg, Dorothy Halterman, Harriet Rosewater, Helen Byers, Alice Evers and Sophie Rheam. By Little Fdllkg a city and don't miss it much either, i stayed in town this last vacation, and never spent a more lonesome time ic my short life Hanging May Baskets. By Alice Anderson, Aged 11 Years Oakland, Neb., Burt County, Route 1, Box 58, Blue Side Last year we decided to hang a May basket for one of our neighbors We decorated the basket and ther, put in lots of good things. When il had begun to grow dark we started to get ready. It was Wednesday night and our neighbors had gone tc the band concert in town. My brothers had been down the road and they had seen them go. They came home and told us. We got ready and started right away. We thought that we would go through ? the grove because that was the short est way. We all went until we heard a voice from the house and it seemed like some one was creeping along in the leaves. We ran quickly back and rolled down in the ditch. There we lay for a while and started again, but we heard the same thing. We ran back again into the ditch. It was getting dark and we said we did not want any more trou ble. So we" went around the road. We did not hear any one then. We hung the May basket on the gate and then i ran back as fast as our legs could carry us because if some one should be in the house. We ran until we could not see the house. We went down in a ditch and hollered May basket many times. The dogs were locked in the shed so we were free i'rom them. One of my schoolmates was so seated she did not dare to holler May basket. When we hollered May basket some one in the grove said the same thing. Ic was a man's voice. Tom's Bravery. By Ruth Palmer, Aged 11 Years, 1736 South Twenty-third Street, Lincoln. Blue Side. It was a hot, dusty ,day in July. Tom stood by the gate watching our brave boys go by. How he would love to be one of those in uniform. "They are so brave," said Tom. "Wish I was one. I have never done anything to be brave." With tears in his eyes he looked up and, lo and behold, his little sister was dawdling very near the horses' hoofs. Not waiting to shut the gate, he ran as fast as he could, just in time to save her. The commander or ; any of his force had not noticed the boy of baby, though he did now Tom, raised his hand to his head to salute: him. AH the force did, too, and even the commander saluted little Tom and said, "You are a brave boy." "My wish has come true," said Tom. Christmas. By Maxine Clark, 5724 North Twenty Eighth Avenue, Omaha, Neb. As Santa looks in at the window, When the lights are burning low, He climbs down the chimney steep, While the children are fast asleep. When they awake in the morning, They tumble downstairs with joy, And they're laughing, jumping and singing, As they rush in to look at their toys. When the church bells ring at night At the end of a perfect day, The children turn out the lights And kneel down to pray. First Letter. By Evelyn Dolan Putnam, 910 North, Eighteenth Street, Columbus, Neb. This is mv first lettpr tn tUa R..c. Bees. I am 5 years old, go to the Kinuergarten. My teacher s name is Mrs. Echols. I have one little sister, Berniee, and three brothers, John, Harold and Paul. We are joining the Junior Red Croks at our school to do work for the soldiers. My little sis ter and I both have bought Baby bonds. Hoping to see my letter in print. Has a Bicycle. By Warren C. Wood, Gering, Neb. Dear Busy Bees: This is my first letter to the Busy Bees. I have a bicy cle and ride it most of the time. I am 9 years old and am in the fourth grade. I have about 100 different kinds of tools. I like to play marbles and have 400 marbles. I like "The Land of Oz." We have nine books of Oz. The city park is just across the road and I play often in it. I hope to see my letter in print. Do Your Bit. Helen Holland, Age 9, 1010 East Fifth Street, Fairbury, Neb. There was ones- a little girl. And thle little girl was named Pearl, But this little girl strange to say. Did not try to do her bit In any way. But It came about one day When she came In from play. She saw her mother sitting In a rocking chair, knitting A sweater for the Red Cross. But aa little Pearl watched her moth sit In that rocking chair doing her bit. Her eyea filled with tears as she said. "Mother will you teach me how to knit So, like you and other children, I can do my bit?" Her mother's face broadened In a smile As aha taught her little daughter how to knit: And now, like other children, she was do ing herbit. A Quarter. By Clarence Krueger, Aged 12 Years. Hebron. Xeh , Sister had a quarter and She waa going to buy some candy. But a thought came into, her mind and It . sure waa a dandy. t For Just as she stepped Into the store She thought of the boys In blue, And she wanted to help them fight their way through. She thought and thought What she could do to help the" boya in khaki? At last ahe thought of a War Saving stamp And that sure was a dandy. She tan as fast aa she could go to soma store wh?r they were to be sold. At last she bought one and It made her happy to think She could help the boya in khaki. 'A This is my first letter to the Bus) Bee page. I will write again if U misses the waste basket. , i
