THE OMAHA SUNpAY BEEr APRIL 21, 1918.
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DEAR BUSY BEES: I think it's
lots of fun to see the gypsies in
. spring time. They stroll about
just Is if there' wasn't anything to
hurry over and spend the warm spring
days digging dandelions. , ,
Thejmseem to have been born with
the "cheero" spirit and they often
inor mtrh nf inner at thev Hior.
and have lots of fun with each other.
I had the nicest talk with a gypsy
woman and her two fat little children,
who were helping her fill the flour
sack on her back with dandelions.
She had been all over the country and
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wnpw nnw m icu innunca. iou. aiiu
when I asked her if she didn't get
tired, what do you think she saidi
".Tired, oh, no; when I think I am
tired I just laugh and when you laugh
you can't have a tired feeling; no,
then you feel fine! You try to laugh,
little girl when you think you are
tired,' and you'll see you aren't tired
at all."' . ,
.'And so I've decided to take the
gypsy's advice and, thought I'd tell
all the Busy Bees about it so we can
laugh, the tired feeling ' away to
gether. Xovingly MARGARET.
! . Young Bond Salesmen.
Forrest Burbank and Billy Coad
are two of the youngest Liberty bond
aaicaiucu, wcck wicy oauicu
forth arm in arm to sell all the bonds
they could in the neighborhood where
they live. As they were walking along
they stopped a man they knew and
asked him to buy a bond of them, and
this man asked, "Who are you wil
ing the bonds for r" t -
.. vj jrrcMueni wiipon, 01 course,
answered Billy Coad. - .
Father Gives Patriotic Talk.
Judge Lee Estelle was the "four
minute' speaker at the Strand when
Vivian Martin played "The Petticoat
Pilot" and no one in the theater was
more interested in his talk and the
picture than his daughters, Mary Leel
ana Winifred Virginia, and his son,
Le Roy. Of course they think that
no one can talk quite as nice as father
and Vivian Martin has always been
one of their favorite movie stars. '
When the cat, David, appeared In
the picture Winifred could hardly
contain herself for she has a cat called
Crhsd Kiddles TeU ;
- How They Save Homey
'. . To Buy Thrift Stamps
Boys and girls of Omaha public
arhhnta tvralil fw thai..
erj to write stories of thrift stamps,
telling how they earned or saved
mfiney to help Uncle Sam.
Two of these stories are printed for
. the kiddies who read the Busy Bees
page: . .
How Cenoeieswe' Booght a War Saving
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(Br Paul Lsusaler, Park .ohooU (
Ons soft opting day aa I cam out ef
hool I felt warm. X started for the nearest
drug- iter to bur an lea cream soda.
Something inside ma seemed to ' aay,
" "Think of the Sammies In France, Save
thnt sugar for them, and besides you can
buy thrift stamps with the money." After
the something said, that, I kneew It wat
Conscience. U ,
Pleasure, however, thought that he had
, .....B .w mv w,.u cw urn WlUf A aillK
tow food it would taate." m,
Conaeienee tald. "I would't really ear.
but yon don't need It"
Be I turned back and started toward the
earllne.
'Wnera are yeu folnt," demanded Con
' actence.
Downtown," I aniwered, faintly.
- "You don't have to go. do youT"
"No." I aald. meekly. .
"Don't then," he urged. .
Aa I turned, what ahoutd I meet fere
to faea, but the "Popcorn Wagon."
Mow." X thought, "I'll buy an lee areata
one."
Conscience, however, waa net ulim m
1
he aald, "A glees of water wlU coel you
Just aa much."
Thus. In one aftarnaoa. AhimImu
me ear is eenta, with which I bought
t thrift stamp. By buying this one thrift
tamp my thrift card was filled and I got
av war earing stamp, thereby helping to put
one mors soldier at the front -,
This one soldier may kilt the kaiser and
snake the world safe for democracy.
- Ways U Baiao Money.
. (By rraacu ifartln. Eighth B Class. Co-
l . lumblan School.)
I Saturday found me with nothing to do.
noun, swwerer. i caugnt a glimpse of a
j morning paper, eaying "Buy your Thrift
- lamps now' Under thle heading there
v wero tnree or tour paragraphs telling why
- one should buy Thrift stamps. Here was
tny chancs to gat-Thrift sumps. For a
' moment I stood thinking about different
way m Which I could raise the money.
. IPtrsV X could help Nabeut the bouse.
Mother had often told me that I might
: help wash dishes, wipe up floors, sweeo
porches, dig dandelions, and help cultivate
: tn regotaoie garden. I took advantage of
Second. I could point place-cards. I had
- Ik the past bought blank calling earda at
. e 'oetiU a dosen. After painting a little
bunch of flowers, or peruana a little bird
or flag In the left-hand comer, they
brought It to 4 eenta a doien.
Ulad of those many opportunities, 1 aet
' naro. to wor ev uwi a nusni eoou ouy my
tvnt Thrift ctampo. In a few days I found
.that my money was growing rapidly. I
9V began to worry about finding a place
to keeo my money. '
: The other day I foand an old picture of
a famous actress. I happened to notice
that aha. bad a long atratght mouth. -Now
novel Idea flashed across my mind. - I
- at si slit in the snoath largo enough for a
guartor to go tnrougn, tnen maae nttie
cloth sack to fit behind the mouth. When
' my Dicture-bank waa complete I Jiad only
slip the money through the slit to safely
: The bag I quite heavy now.
Y BEE SOCIETY
NOTE Busy Bee. will please
end teir society item, to Mar- J
uaret Shotwell, Busy Bee o T
ciety editor, care Bee Office X
Bob, 'cause he lost his tail when he
was a kitten, ana bod jumps up on
shelves and does all the things that
David did. The sea faring Uncles,
reminded the children of their bache
lor Uncle Arthur, who lives down
south and dearly loves them'all.
Everyone who sat near the Estelle
children enjoyed their interest in the
picture and their remarks about Mary
UU3L4 auu Ml? lailixjr.
Tiny Bond Holder
The fifth Liberty bond sold at the
Liberty bank in front of the court
house was bought for their 12-year-old
.on, Eugene, by Mr. and Mr. A.
A. Meismger, 823 South Thirty-fourth
treet. I
Patriotic Boy
and Girl
"I am going to be a
Red Cross nurse," .ays
the little girl.
"And I am going to
be a soldier for Uncle
Sam," the little boy re
plied. Thi. patriotic car
toon wa. drawn for the
Busy Bee page by Dor
othy Rose of Elmwood,
Nebr.
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"THE MARVELOUS LAND OF OZ" .:. ?y
THE TIN WOODMAN PLUCKS
A ROSE
THE Army of Glinda the Good
looked verv trrand and imoos-
oreaK oeiore me paiace gates, ine
uniforms of the girl soldiers were
pretty and of gay colors, and their
silver-tipped spears were bright and
f listening, the long shafts being in
aid with mother-of-pearl. All the of
ficers wore sharp, gleaming (words,
and shield, edged with peacock feath
ers; and it really seemed that no foe
could by any possibility defeat sucn
a brilliant army. '
The Sorceress rode in a beautiful
palanquin which was like the body of
a coach, having doors and windows
with silken curtains; but instead of
wheels, which a coach has, the palan
quin rested upon two long, horizontal
bars, which were borne upon the
shoulders of 12 servants.
The Scarecrow and his comrades
decided to ride in the Gump, in order
to keep up with the switt march ot
the army: so. as soon as Glinda had
"started and her soldier, had marched
away to the inspiring .trains of music
played by the royal, band, our friends
climbed into the sofas and followed.
The Gump flew along slowly at a
point directly over the palanquin in
which rode the Sorceress.
"Be careful." said the Tin Wood
man to the Scaretrow, who was lean
ing far over the side to look at the
army below. "You might fall.",
It wouldn t matter,' remarked the
educated Woggle-Bug; "he cant get
get broke so long as he is stuffed
with money."
"Didn't I ask you" began Tip, in
a. reproachful vofte.
"You did!" said the Woggle-Bug,
romptly. "And I beg your pardon,
will really try to restrain myself."
xoud better, declared the boy.
J F.ve.Year-01d KnitS
ftaw-w usaum
Five-year-old Gertrude Hemphill of
... y North Loup, Neb., is doing her "bit"
w"j-W"WQby knitting, and who aaya it is not
quite a bit for a wee tot of her years?
Every night after1 school, and yes,
once in a while in the morning be
fore school, she getl out her yarn
and goes to work. She is knitting a
sweater for her "doll in khaki," but
soon she is going to knit pne for big
brother Paul, who is now at Tort
Douglas, and who will soon be at the
front. v
Oh, yes, she likes to do it ever bo
much and she don't drop a stitch,
either.
Little brother peorge, who is only
12 years old, is some knitter, too. He
can knit a row of stitches quicker
than his mother and has already fin
ished a' five-foot scarf, the regulation
army size and weight, and is about to
commence a sweater.
. Hiker. Study Birds.
Lyman Peck, Richard Blissard,
Harold Gifford, Harold Arman, Ed
ward Howell George Leavett, George
Martin and Ben Stephen often go hik
ing together on Saturdays. These
boys can tell all the different birds
that nest in our trees and know all
the good picnicking spots in the parks,
too. Often they cover many miles on
their hiking trips and take their lunch
along and make a day of it.
Birthday Cake.
Margaret Eastman, the daughter of
Mr. and Mrs. O. T. Eastman, was the
most surprised girl in the Colonial
Wedcnsday, for a large birthday cake
with gay candles was brought in at
dinner in honor of her birthday. Mar
garet stood up and made a nice
"thank you" bow for it.
Little Tots' Dancing Class.
Miss Cooper has a class oft little
girls from the age of 4 to the age of
"That is, if you wish to travel in our
company."
"Ah! I couldn't bear to part with
you now," murmured the Insect, feel-
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ingiy ; so up ic. mo suujcci uiuy.
The army moved steadily on, but
night had fallen before they came to
the walls of the Emerald City. By the
dim light of the new moon, however,
Glinda's forces silently surrounded the
city and pitched their tents of .car-
let silk upon the greenswara. ine
tent of the Sorceress was larger than
the others, and was composed of
pure white silk, witn scarlet oanners
flying above it. A tent was also
pitched for the Scarecrow', party;
and when these preparations had been
made, with military precision and
quickness, the army retired to rest.
Great was the amazement of Queen
Jinjur next morning when her soldiers
came runninn io .mown nti v. ms
vast armv surrcmnding them. She at
once climbed to a high tower of the
royal palace and saw banners waving
in every oirection na me ri wuuc
tent of Glinda .tending directly be
fore the rates."
"We are surely lost!" cried Jinjur,
in despair; "for how can our knitting
needles avail against the long spears
and terrible swords of our foes?'
"The best thing we can do," said
one of the girls, ''is to surrender as
quickly as possible,, before we get
hurt."
."Not so, returned Jinjur, more
bravely. "TJhe enemy is still outside
the walls, so we must try to gain time
by engaging them in parley. Go you
with a flag of truce to Glinda and ask
her why she has dared to invade my
dominions, ana what are ner ae
mands." . So the eirl nassed throutrh the
fgates, bearing a white flag to show
she was on a mission ot peace, ana
came to Glinda s tent ' '
"Tell vour Queen." said the Sor
ceress to the girl, "that she must de
liver up to me old Mambi, to be my
prisoner. If this is done 1 will not
molest her farther.'
Now when this message was de
livered to the queen it filled her with
dismay, for Momfci was lier chief
counsellor, and Jinjur was terribly
afraid of the old hag. But she sent
for Mombi, and told her what Glinda
had said.
"I see trouble ahead for all of us,1
muttered the old witch,4 after glanc
ing into a magic mirror she carried
in her pocket. "But we may even
yet escape by deceiving this sorceress,
clever as she thinks herself."
"Don't you think it would be safer
tor me to deliver you into her hands?
asked liniur. nervoustv.
"If you do, it will cost ydu the"
.1 a a ... "
mrone or ine nmeraia urvi an-
swered the witch, positively, "But, if
Headed Cfourcji Procession
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FLORENCE GENEVIEVE SWIFT
Dressed in her Easter best, little
Florence Genevieve Swift headed the
Holy Thursday procession in the fine,
big St. Cecelia's cathedral. Quite an
honor for a 5-year-old, but Florence
wa. quite equal to the occasion and
charmed everyone with her sunshiny
smile.
Her "Uncle Tow," otherwise known
as T. J. Fitzmorris of The Bee family,
snapped thi. picture oft the little one
on Easter Sunday.
6 who enjoy dancing as much as their
big sisters. Saturday mornings they
have their dancing party and those
who attend are Marjorie Manley, Jean
Jamison, Jane Matthai, Marjorie Til
lotson, Madeline Johnson, Helen
Wier, Laura Kirk, Helen Peterson,
Catherine Horrigan, Anita Anderson,
Marion Orloff, Audry Corey, Mildred
Smiley, Dorothy Dyhrberg, Beatrice
Keimers, Helen Nygard, Jane Powell,
Harriet Guild, Virginia Holliday,
Edna May Tubbs, Virginia Donahue,
Betty Donahue, Ruth Cohn, Janet
Reeves, Catherine Smith, Virginia
Randall, Emma Randall, Georgena
Rasmussen, Eleanor Pierpont, Bernice
Ferrer, Thelma Ferer, Francis Mor
phy, Alice Carey, Jean- Williams, Mary
Uodike, Pauline Fuller and Eleanor
Clapper.
i
Dear old Lady (to cavalry officer)
I suppose your men must become very
attached to their horses.
Cavalry Officer Well, some of them
only wish they could. London Opin
ion. "Was Jack cool during the air raid
the other nigh't?"
"Rather! Why, he was was so cool
his teeth were chattering all the
while." Passing Show.
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you will let me have my own way,' I
can save u. both very easily."
"Then do as you please," replied
Jinjur, "for it is so aristocratic to be
a Queen that I do not wish to be
obliged to return home again, to make
beds and wash dishes for my
mother."
So Mombi called Jellia Jamb to her,
and performed "a certain magical rite
with which she was familiar. As a
result of the enchantment Jellia took
on the form and features of Mombi,
while the old witch grew to resemble
the girl so closely that it seemed im
possible anyone coiild guess the de
ception. "Now," said old Mombi to the
Queen, "let your soldiers deliver up
this girl to Glinda. She will think
she has the real Mombi in her power,
and so will return immediately to her
own country in the south."
Therefore Jellia, hobbling along
like an aged woman, was led from the
city gates and taken before Glinda.
"Here is the person you demanded,"
said one of the guards, "and our
Quee1 now begs you will go away, as
jjou promised, and leave us in peace."
That I will surely do," replied
Glinda, much pleased, "if this is really
the person she seems to be."
'"It fs certainly r old Mombi," said
the guard, who believed she was
speaking the truth; and then Jinjur's
Little Stories
(Prize.) '
Liberty Bonds.
By Annette Lieb, Aged 12 Years, 2821
North Twenty-fourth Street,
Omaha, Neb.
Have you all Liberty bonds, and
war saving stamps? I hope you are
all patriotic "Bees."
I am sending you a poem I made
up:
The third Liberty loan la here
Tou try and buy a bond, children dear.
Don't luff and say. "Oh, I'll wait."
Oet one! Get oha, before lt'a too late.
Take aome money earned by you,
And think of all the good you'll do.
Think of the Sammies "over there." &
Get one and pull Kaleer BlU'a- hatr;
Tou know you can do it easy aa pie.
Don't ait In a chair and aay and sigh,
"This war la terrible, I Just could cry."
Pluck up and get to work that's better.
Now, then, this Is the end of my letter.
I would like to join the Blue Side.
j as it is my favorite color.
If I Just Had a Gun.
By Evelyn Wilkinson, Aged 10 Years,
108 Wabash Avenue, Shenandoah,. Ia.
If I just had a. gun, '
I'd have lots of fun.
I hit Old Kaiser Bill,
So he'd go rolling down the hill.
If I just had an aeroplane,
I'd fly high in the air.
I'd drop a bomb on the kaiser,
Then I would not care!
(Honorable Mention.)
Tom's War Garden.
By Hazel Ryan, Aged 11 Years, Her
man, Neb.
One day as Tom was coming home
from school he was thinking what he
could do to help win the war. At last
he thought he would plant a garden.
He went to the work shop and got
a spade and rake. He spaded up
some ground and raked it till it was
smooth. He went up town and
bought some radish, lettuce, onion,
tomato and cabbage seeds.
As the next day was Saturday he
planted them. At night, after school,
and on Saturdays, he would hoe his
garden to keep the weeds out. When
some of the earliest vegetables were
ready for market he put them in his
little wagon and took them up town
to sell. So many people wanted to
buy vegetables for supper that before
I Too Lai or To Loimg
i The following letter, were too long, or were received too late for
publication in this Sunday's Busy Bee section. We appreciate them T
and regret inability to print tnem aiong wun uwcis. v
"Keep the Joy Bells Ringing," by Arnold Boettscher, Columbus, f
Neb. t
'Tm Helping to Win," by Evelyn Wilkinson, Shenandoah, Ia.
"Conservation with a Mummy," by Lillie Benes, Clarkson, Neb. -
"Johnnie and Teacher," by Ted Benson, Kimball, Neb. Y
f "The War Garden," by Helen Holland, airbury, weD. a
"Trip to Lincoln," byTMella M. Winfrey, Stella, Neb. jj;
"A Runaway," by Alice Echtenkamp, Arlington, Neb.
t "Nutting," by Anna Pershe, South Side, Omaha, Neb .
4. "Chased by Gypsies," by Gretchen Golligbt, Fremont, Neb.
"Selfish May," by Mercedes Golliglee, Fremont, Neb. A
t "How I fooled My Brother," by Geneva Dora Reid, Farragut, Ia A
? "A Plea for Life," by Thyra Worthman, Tecumseh, Neb.
f Busy Bee letter by Winifred Jose, McCool Junction, Neb. X
"How the War Was Won," by Grace Robinson, Council Bluffs, Ia. f
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soldiers returned within the citys
gates.
The Sorceress quickly summoned
the Scarecrow and his friends to her
tent, and began to question the sup
posed Mombi about' the lost girl
Ozma. But Jellia knew nothing at
all of this affair, and presently she
grew so nervous under the question
ing that she gave way and began to
weep, to Glinda's great astonishment.
"Here is some foolish trickery!"
said the Sorceress, her eyes flashing
witji anger. "This is not Mombi at
all. but some other person who has
been made to resemble her I Tell me,"
Ishe demanded, turning to the trem-
Diing gin, wiiat is your namer
This Jellia dared not tell, having
been threatened with death by the
witch if she confessed the fraud. But
Glinda, sweet and fair though she
was, understood magic better than
any other person in the Land of Oz.
So, by tittering a few potent words
and making a peculiar gesture, she
quickly transformed the girlinto her
proper shape, while at the slmertime
old Mombi, far away in Jinjur's pal
ace, suddenly resumed '- her own
crooked form and evil features.
"Why, it's Jellia Jamb!" cried the
Scarecrow, recognizing in the girl
one of his old friends.
"It's our interpreter 1" said the
Pumpkinhead, smiling pleasantly.
.Then Jellia was forced to tell of
the trick Mombi had played, and shi(
By Little Folks
Rules for Young
Writers
' 1. Writ plainly on one aide of the
paper only and number the pages
2. Cse pen and Ink, not pencU.
S. Short and pointed articles will be
given preference. Do not nee over ISO
words.
4. Original stories or letters only will
be need.
5. Write your name, age and address
at the tip of the first page.
A prise book will be given each week
for the best contribution.
Address all communications to Chil
dren's Department, Omaha Bee, Omaha,
Neb.
the afternoon was over Tom had all
of his vegetables sold and $5.50 in his
pocket. He put the money away.
When the rest of his vegetables
were ready for market he sold them
and got $6. He gave his $11.50 to the
Red Cross. Tom never spent any
money for candy and good things. He
gave every cent he could get to the
Red Cross.
The Fighting Prince.
Bv Robert Riley, Aged 11 Years,
"108 South Thi.ty-third Street,
Omaha, Neb.
Once upon a time there lived a
prince whose name was Quayme and
he lived in a castle. He often went to
war against neighboring giants.
Quayma always liked to read books
about King Arthur and his noble
knights, one day he told his mother
that he was going to King Arthur's
court to be a knight. His mother
was very sorry to tell him he could
go, but she said to herself "He will
go some day anyway, so I will let
him go now." So he bade his mother
farewell and he went. When he got
to the woods, his servants saw a
giant coming, so as quick as a flash
they drew their swords out and be
gan fighting, but the giant overthrew
them, then Quayme drew his ser
vants spear just as the giant came
up to kill him. He threw the spear
with such force that it went through
the . giant's armor into his heart.
He then got on his horse and went
away, on he went till he got 'to King
L-Frank Baum
begged Glinda's protection, which the
Sorceress readily grantea. cut unnaa
was now really angry, and sent word
to Jinjur that the fraud was discov
ered and she must deliver up the real
Mombi 'or suffer terrible conse
quences. Jinjur was prepared for this
message, for the witch well tinder
stood, when her natural form was
thrust upon her, that Glinda had dis
covered her trickery. But the wicked
old creature had already thought up
a new deception, and had made Jinjur
promise to carry it out. So the Queen
said to Glinda's messenger:
"Tell vour mistress that I cannot
find Mombi anywhere; but that .Glinda
is welcome to enter the city and
search herself for the old woman.
She may also bring her friends with
her, if she likes but if she does not
find Mombi by sundown, tne sorcer
ess must promise to go away peace
ably and bother us no more.
Glinda agreed to these terms, well
knowing that" Mombi was somewhere
within ,the city walls. So Jinjur
caused the gates to be thrown open,
and Glinda marched in at the head
of a company of soldiers, followed by
the Scarecrow and the Tin Wood
man, while Jack Pumpkinhead rode
astride the Saw-Horse, and the Edu
cated, Highly Magnified Woggle-Bug
sauntered behind in dignified manner.
Tip walked by the side of the Sor
ceress, for Gliida had conceived a
great liking for the boy.
Of course old Mombi had no inten
tion of being found by Glinda; so,
while here nemies were marching up
the street, the witch transformed her
self into a red rose upon a bush in
the garden of the palace. It was a
clever idea, and a trick Glinda' did not
suspect; so several precious hours
were spent in a vain search for
Mombi.
As sundown approached the Sor
ceress realized she had been defeated
by the superior cunning of the aged
witch; so she gave the command to
her people to march out of the city
and back to their tents.
The Scarecrow and his comrades
happened to be searching in the gar
den of the palace just then, and they
turned with disappointment to obey
Glinda's command. But before they
left the garden the Tin Woodman,
who was fond of flowers, chanced to
espy a big red rose growing upon a
bush; so he plucked the flower and
fastened it securely in the tin button
hole of his tin bosom.
As he did this he fancied he heard
a low moan proceed from the rose;
but h: paid no attention to the sound,
and Mombi was thus carried out of
the city and into Giiftda's cam,; with
out any one having a suspicion that
they h?d surceedeu in their quest.
' (Coutinueii Next Sunday) ;
Arthur's court. There he was madt
a knight and was very strong. On
day they had a tournament. He went
around the field overthrowing everj
one he met; he overthrew all of then
except Sir Lancelot, who overthrew
King Arthur once. He then weni
home and found the place where his
servants were; he buried them, then
went home to his mother. He went
with his father wherever he went
and helped kill the giants. Soon there
came 115 giants." They were killed,
and just as the giants were going
to crush them a pack ' of knights
came up and killed every one of
them. The knights buried them and
when the mother died she was buried
right next to her husband and child.
North American Indians.
By Arlyne Sowers. Aged 11 years,
Brainard, Neb.
: When Columbus first discovered
America, found a wild kin of
people, whom he called the "Indians"
Not one Indian looked like a white
man. Their color was of a copper
like and tluy spoke a different lan
guage than the white people.
Some Indians living in the east,
lived in villages in small huts whichi
thev called 'wiffwams.
in tne west mey naa tents maae
of buffalo skin and some Indians liv
ing in Arizona and New Mexico, ay
different kind of people and coloi",
lived in huts made of brick and plas
tered up with mud.
The whole number of Indian, wa.
not very large. There were two rea
sons for this: one was, because the
rliffprent trihei nf Tndiins were at
T . t, , . . J
ways navin war against eacn otner
and the other reason was because one
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The Indians taught the white men
how to plant corn and make it grow.
Not one white man had ever seen art
ear of corn till he came to America.
They did not have any road. o
follow, but when the white men came
to America, they cut trees down and
made these trails into roads.
How Bobby Got Lost
By Emma Fritz, Aged 11 Years, Paw-
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nee iilv. acli.. juuic t.
One day when Bobby was playing
in the back yard he spied a beautiful
butterfly on a bush, with gorgeoue
wings of red, black and yellow.
Bobby thought this mighty queer, for
he had not seen anything like it yet
in his five years of life. He tried to
catch it, but every time he came near
it, it flew to some other bush, and
Bobby followed it. It went from bush
to bush, and from flower to flower;
then it flew far away. Bobby ran a.
fast as his short little legs could carry
him, trying to overtake the butterfly.
and Bobby looked all around. . ,
He was near a strange house and
was uncertain where he was. He
sat Qown Dy a tree ana cnea ana
thought what his papa would say
when he would come home from
work and would not find his little boy
anywhere. He was crying as though
his heart was broken, when he heard
a voice say, "Why, what can be the
matter with my little boy?" Bobby
looked up and saw his own mamma
standing before him. He then looked
at the house and saw it was their
own house and that he had run from
the back of the house to the front
after the butterfly.
Sailing a Boat
By Vena Blevins, Aged 12 Year.,
Pawnee City, Neb., Route 4.
John and Henry were little boy..
John had a new boat and they were
talking about going to the river and
let it sail. John said, "Let ns go to
morrow. "All right," said Henry.
"Let's go home and get our mammas
to put up our dinner, then we ean
stay all day." The next day they
started on horse back. "Let us hare a
race," said Henry. Their horse, raced
and raced as fast as they could, soon
they reached the river and .ailed the
boat. The boy. liked to watch the
boat sail.
When thev were readv in e-n linn..
they said they would have another
race. When they got half way home,
one of the hroses stumbled and fell.
It was John's horse. It did not hnrt
John, but it broke the horse', leg.
Then John got on Henry', horse and
they rode home together. Bat they
did not race the horse. They had a
good time, but would have had a
still better time if the horse had not
broken his leg.,.
The Rustic Lodge.
By Olive Burns, Aged 9 Years, Smith,
field, Neb.
This is my first letter to the Busy
Bee page. I am very interested in
the stories and think they are very
good and wish some of the Busy
Bees would write to me.
We have a knitting club of four
members. We are just learning to
knit, so we just knit wash cloths. We
built a playhouse out of dead
branches from the timber and named
it Rustic Lodge. It was near the
schoolhouse, so when going to school
we would leave our dinner there and
then come down at noon and eat.
Our teacher would lower the flag 10
minutes before school would start.
We are going to meet Thursday after
noons during the summer vacation. -
Soldier Boy. ,
By Ruth Palmer, Aped 11 Years, Lin
coln, Neb. Blue Side.
God protect our soldier boy
From the cannonball and shell.
And send him back with his knapsack
From the trenches in peace to dwell.
May he come back a hero;
His noble work well done.
An honor to his country,
A true, devoted sons
Liberty Gardens.
By Richard Felton, Aged -11 Yeari
917 Platte Avenue, York, Neb. '
It's time ta plant your garden.
The grass is getting green;
So get your hoe and rake all rcaclv
And rake ttie garden clean.'
It's time to plant your garden.
So get the horse and plow,
And plant turnips and potatoes.
For we need them all, right now.
It's time to plant your garden,
The soldiers have to cat,
So get your garden ready; (
Don't let the kaiser beat! , '
