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DEAR Busy Beea: I hops too all
enjoyed the very beautiful May
day Wednesday. No May queen could
have asked for more beautiful sun
shine. .
In our neighborhood the doors
were gay with May baskets for it s
one of the pretty spring customs to
offer flowers to our friends and loved
ones on May day. ' .......
The people who lived in the British
Isles, hundreds of years ago, believed
that the fairies and gnomes of the
flowers and trees weaved magic spells
that made all the nature grow on May
dav, and that what ever we wished
i ; ' on this festival day would come
m v. Th? 'Romans called their god
dess oi i.:i growing things "Maia
and danced in her honor S)nd so for
ages past, May day has been a time
r iintr thoughts and wishes and
so I send you mine and hope -May
time fairies will weave magic spells
of happiness for all Busy Bees
Lovihgly, MARGARET.
Stunt Day at Field School.
Stunt day is a very popular time at
Field school. Then all the girls and
boys who "can sing a song or say a
piece or play the piano are asked
to do their stunt and all the classes
gather in the kindergarten room and
have a regular afternoon's entertain
ment. The boys of the school have
formed a glee clb and so have the
giris and there is a great deal of
rivalry between the two to see who
can sing the best, and the favorite
songs are patriotic.
A Junior Red Cross auxiliary has
been formed at the school and in
mit nf th fart that a bold, bad rob
ber rifled the bank of its Red Cross
funds the children have collected
oulte a few pennies and are making
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, shot bags and Dooues lor ueigium
' babies. There isn't a member of Field
school, who doesn't know all the
worjs of the "Star Spangled Banner"
and "America" by heart and that's a
very good record don't you think so?
Camp Fire Group.
Jean Hall, Margaret Logan, Beat
ricf Rosenthall, Margaret Blind, Eliz
abeth Lance, Alice Ruf, Estelle
. Houseman, Miriam Mosher, Mildred
Cohn, Jane Morton and Flora Root
are the members of a Campfire group
that meet each week to learn the lore
of the woods and the birds. The girls
sent Jane Horton, who is the leader
cietv editor, care Bee Office
t . ......j..? Reichenberg, Edward Rosewater,
mrmtrrrrrrm-rrTTT., ' 'Margaret Shot well, Ger
of the group, a bunch of roses before
she went to St Catherine's hospital
for an operation on her throat Wed
nesday. To do and say things is the
rule of Campfire girls and the roses
cheered Jane up a lot and she is
getting along nicely.
Faithful Don.
Emma Hoagland has recovered
from an attack of the grip. While she
was in bed her dog, Don, lay at the
foot of the stairs with his nose point
ed to her room snd whenever any
one went up or down he woudn't
move at all. for he was waiting for
Emma to get well. Donis as old as
Emma herself and. thinks he's the
t .t. t
doss oi me iamuy.
Dancing Busy Bees.
All Busv Bees seem to have danc
ing feet! On Saturday night, Mav 11,
at Brandeis theater, Miss Coil's danc
ing class will do the fox trot just to
show the papas and mammas that
they really know how,- This little
sample of social dancing will only
take fire minutes to do, but as one of
the boys said, "It took five months
tc learn." The names of the dancers
are: Beth Baker, Marjorie Burns, Ima
Biglow, Raymond Bowen William
Clark, David Crofoot, Alice Foye,
Kitty Foye, Elizabeth Fradenburg,
Byron Hastings, Natalie Hastings,
Mary Jonas, August Jonas, Frank
Tnd tnn. Hamden Tudson. Bernhart
Wolf, Helen Krug, Caroline Levi,
Charles Martin, Rita Matel, Barbara
AW 3. S
rtrude Welch,
Marchon Welch. Florence Wolf. Emil
Wilson, Marion Treller and Morine
Wilson. 4.f
My Wish.
By Mabel Johnson, Aged Years,'
109 North Center Street,
Shenandoah, la.
The flag of Freedom is very gay,
We hope it will never go away;
We've sent our Sammies with great
speed
And also the best of steed,
And when we fire, '
We'll aim at the kaiser's team;
And then we'll see him steam.
For he'll be blown to pieces, t
'And we'll all have pieces to grind
into the rrml;
So we won't see kaiser Bill
For he'll be ground up in the mill.
That's what I wish.
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Address all communication! to
Children's department, Omaha Bee,
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. (Gis Bnatterfly Danube
JANE KATHERINE
POWELL.
This little butterfly
danced at Mist Coop
er's recital Saturday
afternoon in the Black
stone hotel Her fa
ther, Doane Powell,
The Bee's cartoonist,
designed the graceful
costume, and her
mother, Mrs. Powell,
created and stenciled
the butterfly garment
We children who bare loving fath
ers and mothers and comfortable
homes and plenty to eat and to wear
feel very sorry for the war orphans
of France who have lost their parents
and homes in this cruel war, and so
on Saturday night an entertainment
for their benefit is being given.
Ever bit of the money made goes
to help a French orphan, and there
are many Interesting dances and
other numbers on the program, which
opens with "Mother Goose Land."
In the group are Margaret Lee Bur
gess, Dorothy Higgins, Karbara
Burns, Elin6r Kountze, Katherine
Coad and Emma Nash. This group
of girls gives a French court dance,
and in their powdered wigs and pom
padour dresses they look just like the
court people of Napoleon's day.
J. J. AAA J. Jut iflufi if & 4
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Little Stories By Little Folks
(Honorable Mention.)
The Little Angel.
By Melba M. Perry, Aged 12, Rising
City, Neb.
Right into our house one day
A little angel came;
I ran to him, and softly said,
"Little angel, what is your name?
He said not a word in answer,
But smiled a beautiful smile;
Then I said, "May I go home with
you?
Shall you go in a little while?"
But mama said, "Dear little angel
Don't leave us; oh, always stay.
We will all of us love you dearly,
Sweet angel, oh, don't go awayl"
So he stayed and he stayed, and we
love him
As we could not have loved another.
Do you want to know what his name
Is?
His name is my little brother.
Prize.
Their Liberty Bond.
By Esther Ostergard, Aged 11 years,
2911 Izard Street, Blue Side.
Jack and Betty were twins who
had just passed their 11th birthday.
The third Liberty loan had just start
ed and the twins wanted to get a
bond. Their father said they could if
they earned the money themselves.
Then Betty asked him how-much
money they had in the bank. He said
thev each had $25.
Betty decided to help her mother
and as the next day was Saturday
and washed the breakfast dishes. She
alio cleaned the silver once a week
and ran errands.
Jack secured a job in a drug store
and the other money he received from
other fobs he divided with his sister.
At the end of four months the had
saved up $25 and with the monev
they had in the bank they had each
enough to buy a $50 Liberty bond.
This is how patriotic children of
America can help their country win
this war. a
A New Busy Bee.
By Muriel Bendle, Aged 12, Hooper,
Neb. Blue Side.
To My Dear Little Friends: This
is the first time I have written, but
hope you will let me join your page.
I wish to join the Blue side. I have
one brother and three sisters. I go
to the Hewett school. My teacher's
name is Miss Hanson. My brother
has four Shetland ponies, three dogs
and five cats. He wants to sell two
of his ponies. I wish some of the
Busy Bees would write to me. If
this is m print will write another
story. I hope Mr. Waste Basket is
out buying his third Liberty loan.
Goodby, Busy Bees, be sure and
write.
My Pet Kitten.
By Kathryn Kitterman, Aged ? Years,
flay Springs, Neb.
One morning in spring I went out
in the garden. I saw a little kitten.
I asked my mother if I could keep it.
She said she did not care. It was so
playful that when I would put a weed
f .l !l u : i- It ...A
fill 7..A-..3 q
her duties began in the morning. She ia my mouth it would jump for it and
cleaned her's and her mother s room," wnen i wouia put a weea in me grass
Eisrht-vear-old Kathryn Smith of
Davenport, la., explained that she
thinks the world needs happy poems
these sad war times, and so she
id: "I started out this little verse
with a lyric and ended it with
hilarity."
Here is the poem: " j
Oh, hush the morning skies above, Ij
Tis lovet Tis love I I t
And then at dawn I
A child awakes to play;
He quickly dresses and runs out on
the lawn, x
For it is now earl in the day. .
At breakfast time he had romped
enough .
And had a fine play with his dog,
Fluff.
After breakfast he went with his
father to town
And met his friend, Jack,
Who had popcorn in a sxJc,
He offered some to the little boy,
Who accepted with the utmost jor
And now he bids you 'All Ahoy I .
day he got one of oar neighbors chick
ens and we had to take him out in th
country and drop him. I cried, too,
and when we came back from tha
country he was in the same place that
we dropped him. I wanted my father
to stop and get it, bnt he would not
do it. I cried all the way back front
the country. ,
The Unpublished Hero. 1
By Eunice Schaise, Aged 12 Years,
Table Rock, Neb.
Eva was a little girl 9 years old
She was very slight and fair with ft
lot of golden hair and big bin eyes.
Eva was the proud possessor of
black Shetland pony, called Duke.
But Duke despite all his beauty waa
rather mean and also stubborn. On
fine morning Eva started but to town
on Duke. Everything went along fine
until Duke got it into his head to
get scared at a chunk beside the road.
With a snort he started down the
road. Eva could not do anything
but hang on and pray for her life.
A barefooted boy with tangled hair
and sunburned face, was plowing ia
a field near by. Leaving his two
lazy horses to stand and switch flies,
he jumped over the fence and rescued
the much frightened Eva from her
none too safe seat. When Eva got
home that morning, she got out all
her fairy story books and read about
an the noted neroes ana temgnts sne
always honored, but none of them
now seemed halt lb brave as the little
barefooted boy. -
Peek-a-boo! I se you hiding be
hind the chair I
Little Rose Roblnovitz is a regular
little Peek-a-Boo girl come to life
from the nursery rhyme book. With
her dark curls and quaint smile, she
makes us all want to play with her.
Little Rose dances Peek-a-Boo at the
benefit for the fatherless children of
France Saturday evening.
I Years
No.
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it would run after it, when I would
go out to get greens for my mamma
and I would be pulling them up, for
he would run and bite my hand. One
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PRINCESS OZMA OF OZ.
ft"YTOU are my prisoner, and it
Y is useless for you to strug
" any longer," said Glinda, in
her soft, sweet voice. "Lie still a mo
ment, and rest yourself, and then I
will carry you backto my tent."
"Why do you seek me?" asked
Mombi, still scarce able to speak
plainly for lack of breath. "What
have I done to you, to be so perse
cuted?" "You have done nothing to me,"
answered- the gentle Sorceress: "but
I suspect you have been guilty ot
several wicked actions; and if I find
it is true that you have so abused
your knowledge of magic, I intend
to punish you severely.
"I defy youl" croaked the old hag.
Ton dare not harm met"
Just then the Gump flew up to
them and alighted upon the desert
sands beside Glinda. Uur mends
were deliehted to find that Mombi
had finally been captured, and after
a hurried consultation it was decided
they should all return to the camp
in the Gump. So the Saw-Horse was
tossed aboard, and then Glinda, still
, holding an end of the eolden thread
mat was around Mombi's neck, forced
her prisoner to climb into the sofas.
The others now followed, and Tip
gave the word to the Gump tot re
:urn. .
The journey was made in safety,
Mombi sitting ,i her place with
grim and sullen air; for the old hag
was absolutely helpless so long as
the maeical thread encircled her
throat. The army hailed Glinda's re
turn with' loud cheers, and the party
Df friends soon gathered again in the
- royal tent, which had been neatly re
paired dunnr their absence.
"Now." said the Sorceress to Mom
bi, " I want you to tell us why the
Wonderful Wizard of Oz paid you
three visits, and what became of the
:hild, Ozma, which so curiously dis
appeared.
- The Witch looked at Glinda de
5antlv. but said not a word.
"Answer me!" cried the Scorceress
But still Mombi remained silent
"Perhaos she doesn t know, re
marked Tack.
"I beg vou wiU keen ouiet," said
Tip. "You might spoil everything
with vour foolishness.
"Very well, dear father 1" returned
the Pumpwnhead, meekly.
"How glad I am to be a Woggle
Bug!" murmured the Highly Magni
fied Insect, softly. "No one can ex
neet wisdom to flow from a pumpkin."
"WelL" said the Scarecrow, "what
By L.Frank Baum
"THE MARVELOUS LAND OF OZ"
First Letter.
Bv Verle Doritv. Aged
Shelton, Neb., R. F. D.
Box 86. '
Dear Busy Bees: This is the first
time I have written to you. ,
I am in the Fourth grade. Our
school is in the country. It is a hall
mile from our house to the lehoo! ,
house. I have one brother; his name
is Wayne. 11
I was in Omaha for three months
last spring. .
I was in the Methodist Episcopal
hosiptal. I had 10 operations on my
ears and eyes.
I have two war saving stamps
and two thrift stamp!. We have one
dog and three cats. Last year we had
16 cats. i
Well, that will be alt this time.
shall we do to make Mombi speak?
Unless she tells us what we wish to
know her capture will do us no good
at all."
"Suppose we "try kindness," sug
gested the Tin Woodman. "I've heard
that anyone can be conquered with
kindness, no matter how ugly they
may be.
At this the Witch turned to glare
upon him so horribly that the Tin
Woodman shrank back abashed.
Glinda had been carefully consid
ering what to do, and now she turned
to Mombi and said:
t "You will gain nothing, I assure
you, by thus detying us. for i am
determined to learn the truth about
the girl Ozma, and unless you tell
me all that you know, I will certainly
put yon to death.
helpless
"Oh, no! Don't do that!" ex
claimed the Tin Woodman. "It
would 'be an awful thing to kill any
oneeven old Mombi 1"
"But it is merely a threat," re
turned Glinda. "I shall not put Moitn
bi to death, because she will prefer
to tell me the truth."
"Oh, I see!" said the tin man, much
relieved.
"Suppose I tell you all "hat you
wish to know," said Mombi, speak
ing so suddenly that she startled
them all. "What will you do with
me then?"
"In that ease," replied Glinda, "I
shall merely ask jyou to drink a pow
erful draught which will cause you to
forget all the magic yon have ever
learned."
"Then I would become
i m
oia woman i g
"But you would be alive sug
gested the Pumpkinhead, consolingly.
"Do try to keep silent 1" said Tip,
nervously.
"I'll try," responded Jack: "but you
will admit that it's a good thing to
be alive."
"EspeciaHy if one happens to be
Thorougl y Educated," added the
Woggle-Bug, nodding approval.
"You may make your choice," Glin
da said to old Mombi, "between death
if you remain silent, and the loss of
your magical powers if yon tell me
the truth. But I think you will prefer
to live."
Mombi cast an uneasy glance at
the Sorceress, and saw that she was
in earnest, and not 'to be trifled with,
So she replied, slowly:
"I will answer your questions."
'That is what I expected," said
Glinda, pleasantly. "You have chosen
wisely, I assure you."
She then motioned to one of her
fantaini. who brought her a beau-
ftiful golden casket. From this the
Sorceress drew an immense wnue
nearl. attached to a slender chain
which she placed around her neck in
such a way that the pearl rested upon
her bosom, directly over her heart.
"Now" said she, "1 will asic my
first question: Why did the Wezard
pay you three visits?"
Because l wouio nor come 10 mm,
answered Mombi.
"That is no answer, said Ulinda,
sternly. "Tell me the truth." -
"Well, returned Momoi, wun
rlownMst eves, "he visited me to
learn the way I make tea biscuits."
Look up! commanded tne sorce
ress.' Mombi obeyed.
"What is the color of my pearl?
demanded fllinda.
"Why it is black!" replied the old
Witch, in a tone of wonder.
"Then you have told me a false
hood!"' cried Glinda, angrily. "Only
when the truth is spoken will my
magic pearl remain a nitre white in
color."
Mombi now saw how useless it was
to try to deceive the Sorceress; so
she said, meanwhile slowling at her
defeat:
"The Wizard brought to me the
girl Ozma, who was then no more
than a baby, and begged me to con
ceal the child."
"That is what I thought," declared.
Glinda, calmly. "What did he give
you for thus serving him?"
"He ' taught me all the magical
tricks he knew. Some were good
tricks, and some were only frauds;
but I have remained faithful to my
promise."
"What did you do with the girl?"
asked Glindat and a this question
everyone bent forward and listened
eagerly for the reply.
""I enchanted her," answered
Mombi.
"In what way?"
"I transformed her into into "
"Into what?" demanded Glinda, as
the Witch hesitated.
"Into a boy!" said Mombi, in a low
tone.
"A boyl" echoed every -noice; and
then, because they knew that this old
woman had. reared lip trom child
hood, all eyes were turned to where
the hov stood.
"Yes," said the old Witch, nod
ding her head; "that is the Princess
Ozma the child brought to me by
the Wizard who stole her father's
throne. That is the rightful ruler of
the Emerald City 1" and she pointed
her 16ng bony finger straight at the
hov
"I!" cried Tip, in amazement. "Why
I'm no Princess Uzma im not
pirll"
Glinda smiled, and going to Tip
she took his small Drown nana wun
in her daintv white one.
"You are not a girl just now,' said
she. gently, "because Mombi trans
formed vou into a boy. But you were
born a girl, and also a Princess; so
yon must resume your proper form,
that you may become Queen of the
Emerald Uty.
"Oh, let Jinjur be the Queenl" ex
claimed Tip, ready to cry. "I want to
stay a boy, and travel wun me scare
crow and the Tin Woodman, and the
Woggle-Bugi and Jack yes 1 and my
friend the Saw-Horse and the Gump I
I don't want to be a girl I'
"Never mind, old chap." said the
Tin Woodman, soothingly; "it don't
hurt to be a girl, I'm told; and we
will all remain your faithful friends
just the same. And, to be honest
with you, Itoe always considered girll
nicer than boys.
They're iust as nice, anyway.
added the Scarecrow, patting tip af
fectionately upon the head.
And they are equally good stu
dents," proclaimed the Woggle-Bug.
II T I 1 1 '. . L ....
i snouia iikb io utcuuif juu iuivi.
when yon are transformed into a girl
again.
"But see here!" said Jack Pump
kinhead, with a gasp; "if you become
a girl, you can t be my dear tamer
any more!
-"No." answered Tip. laughing in
spite of his anxiety; "and J shall not
be sorry to escape the relationship."
Then he added, hesitatingly, as he
turned to Glinda: "I might try it for
awhile just to see now it seems, you
know. But if I don't like being a
girl you must promise to change me
into a boy again.
"Really," said the Sorceress, "that
ii bevond mv magic. I never deal in
transformations, for they are not hon-'
est, and no respectable sorceress likes
to -make things appear to be what they
are not. Only unscrupulous wKcnes
ue the art, and therefore I must ask
Mombi to effect your release from her
charm, and restore you to your proper
form. It will be the last opportunity
she will have to practice magic.
Now that the truth about Princess
Ozma had been discovered, Mombi
did not care what became of Tip; but
she feared Glinda's anger, and the
boy generously promised to provide
for Mombi in her old age tt lie De
came the ruler of the Emerald City,
So the Witch consented to effect the
transformation, and preparations for
the event were at once made.
Glinda ordered her own royal
couch to be placed in the center of
the tent, it was puea nign wun
cushions covered with rose-colored
silk, and from a golden railing above
hurts' manv folds of oink 'gossamer.
comoletelv concealing the interior of
the couch.
The first act of the Witch waa to
make the boy drink a potion which
quickly sent him into a deep and
dreamless sleep. Then the Tin Wood
man and the Woggle-Bug bore hint
gently to the couch, placed him upon
the soft cushions, and drew the gossa
mer hangings to shut him from all
earthly view.
The Witch sauatted upon the
ground and kindled a tiny fire of dried
herbs, which she drew from her
bosom. When the blaze shot up end
burued clearly old Mombi scattered
a handful of magical powder over tn
Are. which straightway gave off a rich
violet vapor, filling all the tent with
ts fragrance and forcing tne M
Horse to squeese although he had
been warned to keep quiet
Then, while the others watched
her curiously, the hag chanted
rhythmical verse ia words which no
one understood, ana Dent ner lean
body seven times back and forth oyer
the fire. And now tne incantation
seemed complete, for the Witch stood
upright and cried the one word
"Yeowal" in. a loud voice.
The vanor floated awav: the atmos
phere became clear again; a whiff of
fresh air filled the tent, and the pink
curtains of the couch trembled slight
ly, as if stirred rom within.
Glinda walked to the canopy and
parted the silken hangings. Then
she bent over the cushions, reached
out her hand, and from the couch
arose the form of a young girl, fresh
and beautiful as a May morning, ner
eyes sparkled as two diamonds, and
her lips were tinted like a tourmaline.
All adown her back Moated tresses
of ruddy gold, with a slender jeweled
circlet confining them at the brow.
Her robes of silken gauze floated .:
around her like a cloud, and dainty.
satin slippers shod her feet.
At this exquisite vision Tip's old
comrades stared in wonder for . the
space of a full minute, and then every '
head bent low in honest admiration
of the lovely Princess Ozma. The
girl herself cast one look into Glinda's '
bright face, which glowed with pleas-,
ure and satisfaction, and then turned
upon the others. Speaking the words
with sweet diffidence, she said:
"I hope none of you will care less
for me than you did before. I'm just
the same Tip, you know; only
only" "Only you're different I" said the
Pumpkinhead; and everyone thought
it was the wisest speech he had ever ,
made.
(Concluded Next Sunday. - -