Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, May 26, 1918, SOCIETY SECTION, Image 18

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    THE ' OMAHA SUNDAY BEE: MAY 26, 1918.-
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In thris9 IHIive
DEAR Busy' Bees: Monsieur Jean
is the only name .he told me
and I guess it's 'cause I don't
know very much French. 1 can say
"Bon Jour" and "Bon Soir." which
means good day and good night and
Monsieur Jean could say so many
things in part English' and part
French that he tallied this half and
half language and he smiled when I
said my little "Bon Jour'and asked
mv name,
"MarVaret." I replied
1 "Oh. Marguerite, he answered. "I
have a little friend with the very
same name and I love her much, and
I hope she is well and smiling like
you. I have not seen this little friend
for a lonsr. lone time, but what is
year to friends? If the heart Is true,
friends are the same. Time is noth
ing if the heart is true, little Mar
garet; and if the heart Is not true
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( turn nuuunif ii inc aaius. 111 tu"c
this way and that way, but to true
' hearts, what of weeks, months. To
those whose hearts beat so what is
time?"' And Monsieur Jean put his
hands that have battled for his be
loved Belgium, and, his little friend
over his heart, that beat, so loyally
and bravely and so true. . -
Yes, it's true heart beats, Mensieur
Jean, that make all children love you
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beats that make friendships lasting.
It's true heart beats that make time
as nothing. And we can all say to
our near ones and dear ones who
leave us for i months, and - maybe
: years, to protect our country and, our
friends. ' .. 'v. ; ', "'-
If hearts are true, .what ;tnatters
lint? I AiMnnh' '
Home Sweet Home. ;.- .
Marie, Eph, , Jr., Victor and Pris
cilfa Dixon think there is no
place quite like home. These small
members of the E. W. Dixon family
spent seven'and a half months in
California, where they went to school
and took part - in all the patriotic
work for our Sammies.
Marie is quite an expert knitter and
the boys know all about sausage bal
loons, while little Priscilla can tell
1 soldier's rank as well as daddy.
But Tuesday night, .when the ar
rived at 426 South Thirty-sixth Street,
home seemed a very comfy place,
And think of getting a kiss from a
grandma you haven't seen all winter
longt Grandma Coffman's hugs were
regular bear hugs, and her kisses
seemed extra sweet to the Dixons for,
. "east, west, home's best!".
Soon Co to Country.
Buddy Nash, who has had a severe
case of diptheria, is up and around.
Buddy missed his rides in the new
Packard sport car that the Nash chil
dren like so well more than anything.
The car is a soft green and gray and
the boys enjoying tpm with father.
The Nash family will move to their
' country place when school is out and
there the children are planning to
have conservation gardens and raise
chickens, so that the sick soldiers can
have fresh eggs.
At Club House.
' Mrs. C. J. Farrott sponsored a
children's party at the Prettiest Mile
club Saturday night. The club house
. was gaywith flags ani the youngsters
had a joWy time dancing,
Bad Luck. .
' Bernard Hanighen is having all
sorts of ills this spring. Now its
the mumps nd Bernard is very much
put out to think that he can't play
. ! Taking a' Man's ? lace .
I'm going to fight the kaiser with a
hoe, . .
I'm going to beat his legions with a
The yellow corn shall flourish, row
, ' on row. ,
To mock the gleaming crown upon
' his brow.
I have a brother battling in a trench,
I have a cousin serving on the sea,
They're fighting with the British and
t the French
That people world-wide over shall
- be free. . .. .
And I that am too young to bear a
gun i
And yet have strength to serve my
country's need.
Shall do my bit of duty in the sun
The warriori for liberty to feed.
: I'm going to fight the kaiser with a
- drag v
And gnnJ his power beneath my
rusty disks,
, I'm going to live this summer for the
' itg .
Though Tar away from glory and its
- ,: risks. ;'' :".
Until toe Hun acknowledges defeat.
Until the world it safe from, Prus
sian harm; - . v-. .. -I'll
help to make bare acres rich with
wheat,.' . , - .
111 daily do a man's work on a farm.
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- - 5 - J NOTE Busy Beei will please
gtret ShotweU, Busy Bee So
ciety Editor, care Bee Office
.jMMMMiMMMMMMHiM..i..'"e American sector over mere.
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in the June recital that Prof, and
Mrs. Borglum give. This recital is
eagerly looked forward to, by all the
musical children in Omaha, for they
know what hours of practice it takes
to play well enough to be given a
Work for Red Cross.
A group of boys who are members
of troop 5 have been doing their bit
for the Ked Lross 111 a novel way.
They decorated an automobile with
Old Glory, and dressed in their scout
suits and went forth with drums and
bugles to play patriotic airs. Claude
man Grotte and Frank McAnany beat
tne drums. Richard Evans, Franklin
Patterson, John McAnany and D. L.
Diamond acted as buglers.
The ear full of boys looked like
music box come to life and lots of
money was collected by the young
scouts for the wounded soldiers
Scouts' Meeting Place. ,
Stag Patrol of troop No. 9 have
fitted up a meeting place in John Ink
sters' barn, and it's a oonular soot
There1 are pennants on the walls and
scout books and first aid kits and
.Uttla Patriot ' I
Here Is a youthful patriot, Ruth
Sniffen, daughter of Mr. and Mrs, H.
P. Sniffen, 3216 North Thirty-ninth
street. Though she is but 4 years
old, Ruth can salute like a regular
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(Copyright. 111. by Relay Brltton Co.)
Mrs. Woodchuck and Her Family.
BUT Mister Woodchuck had .no
need; to . call his family, Tor
just as he spoke a chatter, of
voices was heard and Mrs.
Woodchuch came walking down the
path of the garden with several young
woodchucks following after her.
The lady animal was very fussily
dressed, with puffs and ruffles and
laces all over her silk gown, and
perched upon her head was a broad
white hat with long ostrich plumes.
She was exceedingly fat, even for a
woodchuck, and her head fitted close
to her b'odjr, without any neck what
ever to separate them. Although it
was shady in the garden, she held a
lace parasol over her head, and her
walk was so mincing and airy that
Twinkle almost laughed in her face.
The young woodchucks were of sev
eral sizes and kinds. One little
woodchuck girl rolled before her a
doll's baby cab, in which lay a wood
chuck' doll made of cloth, in quite
a perfect imitation of a real wood
chuck. It was "stuffed with some
thing soft to make it round and fat,
and its eyes were two glass beads
sewn upon the face. A big boy wood
chuck wore knickerbockers and a
Tarn o' Shanter cap nd rolled a
hoop: and there were several smaller
poyiand girl woodchucks, dressed
gym. John -i patrol leader.-and he
often reads the boys letters from his
brother Robert, who is fighting with
il. A ! a U . 1 If
YThe last letter told how he and some
companions got tangled up in barbed
wire, but were able to get out and
back to their trench. John also has
another brother, George, -who is in
training at Camp Taylor.
The members of Stag patrol are
Park O'Brien, Abner Marcotte, Dillon
McAdams, Jim rollard, timer Risen
berg, Roland Holmes and John Ink
ster. Born With an Oar in His
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ivioutn v
By sticking everlastingly to the one
thing he felt he could do best (he
started at it at 6 years of age), James
A. Ten Eyck was able to row 150
miles (New York to Albany) as a re
cent birthday stunt. For nearly IS
years he has been trainer and coach
of the Syracuse university boat
crews. "Jim" Ten Eyck, according to
ayecent interviewer, keeps perfectly
fit physically. lives simply and exer
cises outdoors as much as possible.
He performs wonders with the raw
material that offers itself for the uni
versity crews, putting the new can
didates through a grilling tryout on
a hike that might tire even an eagle
scout. On this hike he watches for
three things legs, wind and grit.
"Sand" is the prime ingredient with
Ten Eyck; staying power. He picks
out the "fighters," the fellows who
won't give in. He says the famous
Ten Eyck stroke is only incidental,
it isn't any "stroke," but the man that
wins the race. He is a good example
of his own recipe for success:
Small Boy Father, I have learned
to say "thank you," and "if you
please," in French.
Father I am very glad of it for
that's more than you ever learned to
say in English.
WantdRIen to La ed ,
Thr Un't a lad but wtnti to grow
Manly and true at hart,
And very lad would Ilk to know
Tna aoorat wa Impart.
Ha donn't doalra to alack or ahtrk,
Oh. haven't you heard him plead 7
He'll follow a man at play or work
I( only the man will lead.
Where ara the men to lead today.
8parlnK an hour or two.
Teaching the lada the game to play
Juat aa a man ahould do"
Village and aluma ara calling, "Come,"
Hera ara th boya. Indeed,
Who can tell what they might become
If only the men will lend 7,
Motor and golf, and winter aport.
Fill up the time a lot,,
But wouldn't you Ilka to feal you'd
an a boy a knot
Country and home depend on you,
Character moat wa need;
How nan a lad know what to do
If there Un't a man to lead?
Where ara the men to lend a hand,
Outdlng at boyhood'a aldeT
Men who will rise In every land,
Bridging tha "Great Divide.''
Nation and flag and tongue unite
Joining each claae and creed.
Hera ara tha boya who would do right,
' But where are tha men to leadT
From London Headquarlere Qaxetta.
quite g absurdly, who followed after
their mother in a long train. ,
My dear," said Mister Woodchuck
to his wife, "here is a human creature
that I captured just outside our front
door." . '
"Hugh!" sneered the lady wood
chuck, looking at Twinkle in a very
haughty way; "why will you bring
such an animal into our garden,
Leander? It makes me shiver just
to look at the horrid tiling 1" a
"Oh, mommer!" yelled one of the
children, "see how skinny the beast
"Hasn't any hair on its face at all,"
said another, "or on its paws!"
"And no sign of a tail!" cried the
little woodchuck girl with the doll.
"Yes, it's a very strange and re
markable creature, said the mother.
"Don't touch it, my precious dar
lings. It might bite.
"You needn't worry," said Twinkle,
rather provoked at these speeches. "I
wouldn't bite a dirty, greasy wood
chuck on any account 1"
'Whool did you hear what she
called us, mommer? She says we're
greasy and dirty!" shouted the chil
dren, and; some of them grabbed peb
ble j from the path in their paws, as
if to throw them at .Twinkle.
"Tut, tutl don't be cruel," said
Mister Woodchuck. "Remember the
poor creature is a prisoner, and isn't
used to good society; and besides
that, she's dreaming."
"Really V exclaimed Mrs. Wood
chuck, locking at the girl curiously.
"To be sure," he answered. "Other
wise she wouldn't see us dressed in
such fancy clothes, nor would we be
bigger than she is. The whole thing
is unnatural,) my dear, as you must
admit." 7
"But we're not dreaming; are we,
Daddy?" anxiously asked the boy with
the hoop. , -
"Certainly not," Mister Woodchuck
answered; "so this is a fine oppor
tunity for you to study one of those
human animals who have always been
our worst enemies. You will notice
they are very curiously made. Aside
from their lack of hair in any place
except ahe top of the head, their paws
are formed in a strange) manner.
Those long slits in them make what
are called fingers, and their claws are
fat and dull not at all sharp and
strong like ours."
"I think the beast is ubIv." said
Mrs. Woodchuck. "It would give me
So many inquiries have been made
at The Bee for directions for mak
ing stuffed kittens out of old silk
stockings, the kittens to be sent to
Belgium babies for toys, as reported
in The Bee recently, that Miss Leota
Holmes, the school teacher who in
troduced the idea in Saratoga school
kindergarten, was asked to give the
directions through this newspaper.
"White silk stockings
make the prettiest kittens,
though any color will
do," said Miss Holmes,
who brought the idea from
Chicago, i
"Take 'a stocking and cut
off the foot, then cut one
end thus:
Stitch the top, then turn
inside out and stuff with
cotton. Tie a ribbon around
the neck and another around
at the beginning of the tail,
thus completing the body.
Cut the remainder of the
stocking in three parts, thus:
and braid for a tail; tie at
the end. Use black shoe
buttons for eyes and em
broider the nose and
mouth." 1
Saratoga kindergartens have made
four quilts for the Belgian babies, 18
pairs bootees, and a whole regiment
of paper dolls that you can dress
and undress. This was the first
school in the city to finish its allot
ment of Red Cross work and send it
in to headquarters.
Here are the kindergarteners who
made this splendid record:
Back row. left to right: Frank Mo-
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2. ITae pen and Ink, not pencU.
8. Short and pointed article will be
given preference. Do not nse over
230 worde.
4. Original etoriea or lettera only
will be need.
S. Write your name, age and ad
dreaa at the top of the tint page.
A prlee book will be given each
week for the beat contribution.
Addreaa au . communication! to
Children'! Department, Omaha Bee,
Omaha, Jseb.
the shivers
touch its skinny
"I'm glad of that," said Twinkle,
indignantly. "You wouldn't have all
the shivers, I can tell you I And
you're a disagreeable ign'rant
creature 1 If you had any manners
at all, you'd treat strangers more
"Just listen to the thing!" said Mrs.
Woodchuck, in a horrified tone. "Isn't
it wild, though I"
Mr. Woodchuck Argues tha Question.
"Really," Mister Woodchuck said
to his wife, "you should be more con
siderate of the little human's feelings.
She is quite intelligent and tame, for
one of her kfnd, and has a tender
heart, I am sure."
"I don't see anything intelligent
about her," said the girl woodchuck,
"I guess I've been to school as
much as you have," said Twinkle. v
"School! Why, what's that?"
"Don't you know what school is?"
cried Twinkle, much amused.
"We don t have school here." said
Mister Woodchuck, as if pround of
the fact
"Don't you know any geography'
asked tne child. .
"We haven't any use for it," said
Mister Woodchuck; "for we never get
far from home, and don t care a rap
what state bounds Florida on the
south. We don't travel much, and
studying geography would be time
"But don't you study arithmetic?"
she asked; don t you know how to
do sums?"
"Why should we?" he returned.
"The thing that bothers you humans
most, and that's money, is not used
by us woodchucks. So we don't need
to figure and do sums."
"I don't see how you get along
without money," said Twinkle, won
deringly. "You must have to buy
all your fine clothes."
"You know very well that wood
chucks don't wear clothes, under or
dinary circumstances," Mister Wood
chuck replied. "It's only because
you are dreaming that you see us
dressed in this way."
"Perhaps that's true, said Twinkle.
"But don't talk to me about not be
ing intelligent, or not knowing things.
If you haven't any schools it's cer
tain I know more than your whole
family put together!"
"About some things, perhaps," ac
knowledged Mister Woodchuck. "But
tell, me: do you know which kind of
red clover is the" best to eat?" .
"No." she said. ,v ,
y"Or how to dig a hole in the ground
to live in, with different rooms and
passages, so that it slants up
Leod, William Baxter, Sanford John-Q
uu, vniie tiouee, t,nariee wueon, juar
lln Smith. Douglae Levi, Harry Phlllipe,
Lome Thorp, William Neleon, William
Carney, John Faaamone, Byron Barber, Jack
Edwarda, William Noyeg, Dean Bryant,
Henry Llnd, Samuel WlUlama,
Second row: Helen Carlson, Ethel Lee,
Francea Folkln, Evelyn Bartlett, Francla
Clha, Eleanor Swanaon, Charle Hanson,
Earl Halgran. Luctle Ivy, Julia Brick, Lu-
ton, Agnea Johnson.
First row: Jack DuVal, Leo Chrlatensen,
Amelia Bedrit, Marlel Rueeell, Henry
Jonoskl, Sarah Kruger. Fern Berry, Haael
Field, Dorothy MeAndrews, Lunette Thorn
ton, Jaunlta Thorp, Elisabeth Gardner,
Qretchen Shrlber, Vivian Crelghton, Vio
let Vaughn, Mary Friend and Wilson Scholl
man. Temderleat Sm C&Mp
Black bugs In tha water
Red anta everywhere,
Chlggera round our waist line,
Sand fleas In our hair
But tha dust of cltlea
At any coat wa shun,
And cry, amid our ttchlngs,
"Isn't camping funt"
Sand In fried potatcW
Apples hard and green.
Thickest, strongest cocoa
'Most was ever seen
But we eat with relish
"Hot dogs" overdone,
And say, between the fly bites,
"Isn't camping fun?"
Water en the tent floor,
Mildew everywhere.
Wind that howls most dolefully,
Cold and foggy air
Huddled In a corner
Praying for the aun.
Writing home to mother,
"Isn't camping fun?"
By John H. Skeen, In Boy's Life.
A Pkcky C&pt&In
The captain of the Mary B,
He looked his good ship over.
"She's sound from stem to stern" said he;
"She'll make a fearlesa rover.
Bilging and helm and flag and mast,
They take their chance In roughest blast;
A sailor fit for any sea,"
The captain said, said he.
Oayly tha Mary B. set sail.
Tha wind her canvas swelling.
But suddenly, a roaring gale -r
(There's never any telling)! '
When back aha beat, with aails hung low,
Was that the end of all? Oh, not
"We'll rig her straight again for sea,"
Tha captain aald, said he.
In the Minneapolis Tribune.
Their Astonishing Adventures in Nature-Fairyland
and the rain won't come in and drown
"No," said Twinkle.
"And could you tell, on the second
day of February (which is wood
chuck day, you know), whether it's
going to be warm weather, or cold,
during the next six weeks?"
"I don't believe I could," replied
the girl. ,
"Then," said Mister Woodchuck,
"there are some things that we know
that you don't; and although a wood
chuck might not be of much account
in one of your schoolrooms, you must
forgive me for saying that I think
you'd mqke a mighty poor wood
chuck." "I think so, tool" said Twinkle,
"And now, little human," he re
sumed, after looking at his watch,
"it's nearly time for you to wake up:
so if we intend to punish you for all
the misery your people has inflicted
on the woodchucks, we won't have
a minute to spare." ',
"Don't be in a hurrv." said Twinkle,
"I can wait."
"She's trying to get" out of it," ex
claimed Mrs. Woodchuck, scornfully.
"Don't you let her, Leander." .
"Certainly not, my dear," he re
plied; "but I havn't decided how to
punish her."
"Take her to Judge Stoneyheart,"
said Mrs. Woodchuck. "He will know
what to do with her."
Twinkle Is Taken to the Judge.
At this the woodchuck children
all hooted with joy, crying: "Take
ner, uaddyl lake her to old Stoney
heart! Oh, ray! won't he give it to
her, though!" . . .
"Who is Judge Stoneyheart?" ask
ed Twinkle, a little uneasily.
"A highly respected and aged wood
chuck who is cousin to my wife's
grandfather," was the .reply. "We
consider him the wisest and most in
telligent of our race; but, while. he
is very just in all things the judge
never shows any mercy- to evil
doers." i
"I haven't done anything wrong,"
said the girl.
"But your father has, and much
wrong is done us by the other farm
ers around here. They fight my peo
ple without mercy, and kill, every
woodchuck they can possibly catch."
Twinkle was silent, for ihe knew
this to be true. ,
"For? my part," continued Mister
Woodchuck. "I'm' very sofjt-hearted,
and wouldn t even, step on an ant if
I could help it. ' Also I am sure
you have a kind disposition. ' But
you are a human, and ! am a wood
chuck; so I think I will take you to
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LSttl -Stories
The Patriot Girl.
By Lillie M. Dau, Aged 13 Years- R
F. D. No. 1, Oakland. Ia-
During the revolutionary war there
lived a girl named Kuby Bates. She
owned a beautiful black horse, of
which she was very fond. She loved
very much to go horseback riding on
nice afternoons. One day when she
was riding along she met some British
soldiers who were looking for some
horses for the army. They wanted
Ruby to give them her pony, but she
would not. She rode swiftly on. When
she got to tier home she rode on past
left her horse at a neighbor's and
walked back. She told her folks what
had happened and they told her she
had done right.
A month later Washington wanted
to buy her horse, but she said, "I will
give you my horse because you need
the money worse than I do." So
Washington took her beautiful horse
away. But she was glad to help win
the war.
(Honorable Mention.)
AH On Account of a Crow's Nest
By Evelyn Reimers, Aged 12 Years,
frullerton. Neb. s
The boys and girls of the J. T. Club
were going to have a picnic. The spot
selected was halt a mile out ot town
on the banks of Cherry Creek, which
were lined thickly with cedar trees.
Bob Reynolds, the president of the
club, was as daring as he was full of
fun, and never missed a chance to
play a joke on some one. v
Tuesday morning dawned bright
and sunny and, the 10 members
started off with happy hearts.
When they arrived at Cherry Creek
some or the boys began to fish, but
cob (who was fond of exploring)
began looking around to find some
thing to do. Out over the creek on
a low limb of a cedar tree Bob espied
a crow's nest and determined to see
what was in it.
Up he climbed, and out along the
limb, tiH, peering over the nest he
old Stoneyheart and let him decide
your fate."
"Hooray!" yelled the young wood
chucks, and away they ran through
the paths of the garden, followed
slowly by their fat mother, who held
the lace parasol over her head as if
she feared she would be sunstruck.
Twinkle was glad to see them go.
She didn't care much for the wood
chuck children, they- were so wild
and ill-manered, and their mother was
even more disagreeable than they
were. As for Mister Woodchuck, she
did not object to him so much; in
fact, she rather liked to talk to him,
for his words were polite and his eyes
pleasant and kindly.
"Now, my dear," he said, "as we
are about to leave this garden, where
you have been quite secure, I must
try to prevent your running away
when we are outside the wall. I hope
it won't hurt your feelings to become
a real prisoner for a few minutes.
Then Mister Woodchuck drew from
his pocket a leather collar, very much
like a dog collar, Twinkle thought,
and proceeded to buckle it around the
girl's neck. To the collar was at
tached a fine chain about six feet
long, and the other end of the chain
Mister .Woodchuck held in his hand.
"Now,, then," said he, "please come
along quietly, and don't make a
He led her to the end of the garden
and opened a wooden gate in the wall,
through which they passed. Outside
the garden the ground was nothing
but hard, baked earth, without grass
or other green thing growing upon it,
or any tree or shrub to shade it
from the hot sun. And not far away
stood a round mound, also of baked
earth, which Twinkle at once de
cided to be a house, because it had
a door and some windows in it.
There was no living thing in sight
not even a woodchuck and Twinkle
didn't care much for the . baked-clay,
' Mister Woodchuck, holding fast, to
the chain, led his prisoner across the
barren space to the round mound,
where he paused to rap softly upon
the door.
(Continued Next Sunday)
' What Were They?
Small Girl (entertaining her mother's
caller) How is your little girl?
Caller I am sorry to say, my dear,
that I haven't any little girl.
Small Girl (after painful pause in
conversation) How is your little
boy? -
Caller My dear, 7 haven't any little
boy, either. .
Small Girl Then what are yours?
The Feople's Home Journal .
By Little Folks
say four white eggs. He thought it
would be great fun to drop an egg in
the water and frighten the boys.
He stretched out his arm to get
the egg, when crack, and down with
a splash went Bob, eggs and all into
tne stream. -
The boys and girls quickly gather
ed on the bank and laughed and
jeered at Bob as he slowly waded to
the shore with little streams of
water trickling down his face.
"Although this is the Joljy Time
Club," remarked Bob on his way
home, "I didn't nave a very jolly time
1 1 A Little French Girl.
By Annette Lieb, Aged 12, 2821 North
Twenty-fourth Street, Omaha.
A little girl named Madelon lives
in the heart of France.
Madelon's daddy has gone off to
the front, while she and her mother
must stay at home and work hard for
Medelon does not complain, how
ever, and helps her mother Uke a
good, brave little girl. '
One day as' Madelon was on her
way to school she passed the wharves
and heard a loud cheering.
She at once ran to where ' she
thought the cheering came from and
found a great crowd of men; women
and children shouting vehemently and
waving American and French nags.
She did not understand why the peo
ple were cheering so loud for, so she
asked a man timidly, "Would .yoij '
please tell me why you are all cheer-
I 1 I C 1
The man said nothing, but lifted
Madelon on his shoulder.
She looked out on the water and
guess what she saw?
Three huge ships, with American
flags proudly floating above them.
In these ships were men dressed m
khaki colored uniforms.
Then Madelon started to cheer and
shout, too. "Americans 1 Americans!"
she cried, and so they were.
They had come across the ocean tu
help France and other allies to win ,
this terrible war against Germany for
freedom and right. -1 -
Madelon knew all this and so did
the rest of the people; that is why
they cheered. They also knew that
the American soldiers had but one
thought and that was, "Hoch. der
kaiser." '
Trying to Do Her Bit. 1
By Lolita Barman, Aged 9 Years, 610
bouth Third Street, Nortoilc, Neb.
I am a little girl 9 years old. I go
to school every day. I am in the Third
B. I am trying to do my bit to help
win the war. I own four war stamps,
We have a knitting class at school
and I have knitted four squares for
the comforters. The pupils in my room
own ovef $300 worth of thrift stamps.
I have a baby brother and his nams
is La Verne. We have a mamma rab
bit and she has seven little ones. - -
I hope to see my letter in print k
Goodby Busy Bees. . 1
My First Letter. -
By Anita Crabb, Aged 8 Years, 4015 .
North 1 hirty-tourth Avenue.
Dear Busy Bees: I am going to
tell you about our school. We have.
38 children in our school- We are ,
making some envelopes for ' our
mother, I have half of mine done.'
We are very nearly through with our
book. We will have a new one in a.
little while. Well, Busy Bees, I will,
write again soon. Gqpdby.
Harry's Thrift Stamps."
By Sammy Miceli, Aged 12 Years,
' 619 Pierce Street. Omaha, Neb.
One day Harry went to school and -the
teacher was telling the children
to buy thrift stamps. Harry was a
poor boy, but after school he went
to secure a job 'and he found it in a
drug store. He got $5 a week- So '
in one week he bought a war saving
stamp, after three months he bought
a Liberty bond, and that is the way
Harry earned his money.
I hope to see my letter in print;
goodby, Busy Bees. ' V
Helping Uncle Sam.
By , Margaret Kennedy, . Aged 12
"... Years. Valley, Neb.
We are working for Uncle Sammy,
Helping to win the war, '
Every single hour is spent
Making the kaiser sore.
We can make old Kaiser Bill '
Jump from off his seat.
When our Sammies get "over there,"
Then hard times he ll meet.
He will have to kis Old Glory
Till he's black and blue; y,'
And all the world will then have
peace, . , . f .
Just as it use te do. . ..." -,v
But this cannot be done t
Unlets we do our "bit," you see;
We'll all have to buy our Liberty.
- bonds
To make our country free,
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