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DEAR BUSY BEES:N Hurrah, hur
. rah, now we can play! School
is over .this week and all Busy Bees
are welcoming a long vacation. This
- year more children are going to stay
it home than ever before; yes they are
- going to stay right in Omaha and
spend their vacation money on thrift
stamps and .Liberty bonds. A vaca
tion is an easy thing to sacrifice for
our soldiers and his is a time, when
' every oneiSig and little wants to do
' the best they can for fie boys in khaki
who are going to win this war. ,
Many Red Cross clubs are beins
formed and the Boy Scouts plan
ning lots or extra drills aird the Camp
Fire girls and Young Men's Christian
association girls are going to have
camps where first aid work will be
tkught. So even if there is no school
it will be a busy summer for us all.
I hope you will all have a happy
time either at work or play. With
. J love. ; -,
A - MARGARET.
"Cherry Croft House Party.
, Merchon Welch was host to a doz
en of., his friends for the. week end,
and a jollier house -party never was
planned, p riday night everybody
danced and Saturday morning they alt
went for a hike and fished in the Lit
t1e Pappio and ihen had lunch on the
torch and Saturday afternoon they
played basket ball and tennis and
croqiict and had roast wienies in the
,,. orchard for supper and then Mr. Welch
. took everybody home. Little Ger
trude Welch, Merchon's sister, had
a good time with her.brother's friends
and the Red Cross1 dogs tagged
along every place and wagged their
tails at the departing guests. Nobody
wanted to- go home and they voted it
the bestkind xi a house party. The
guests were Emma fiiglow, Pojtia
Biglow, Billy Clark, Gertrude Gleason,
Wilma Kenney, Page Christy, Joseph
Morris, Gordon Lurkart, Jack Gar-
vey, and Margaret Shotwell.
"We Are Seven
: Miss "Hazel Updike has a class of
. seven boys at' the St. Mary's Congre-
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Copyright, 1911, The Rellly 4 BrlttSa Co.
) Jim Crow Becomes a Pet
G NE"day, when Twinkle's father
was ih the corn field, he shot
, his gun at a flock of crows that
were busy digging tip, with their long
bills, the kernels of corn he had
planted. But Twinkle's father didp't
aim straight, for the hjrds' screaitied
at the 'bang of the gun andjquickly
flew' away all except one young
crow that ", fluttered its wings, but
couldn't rise into the air, and so began
to run along thg gropnd in an effort to
escape, ' , " ; i - ,
The. man chased the young crow,
and caught it; and then he found that
one of the little lead bullets had
broken the right wing, although the
, Dira seemeanot 10 oe nurt in any
other, way.
It struggled' hard aner lried to peck
the hands, that, held it; but it was too
' I young to hurt'any one. so Twinkle's
father decided he would carry it home
t6 his little girl. , 1 ,
s ' "Here's a pet for you, Twinkle," he
. - said, as he came into fhe house. "It
can't fly, because its wing is broken;
but dorr'tlet it get too near your
- eyes, or it may peck at them. It's
. ,very wild and fierce, you know." v
' , Twinkle was delighted with - her
pet, and at once got her mother to
: bandage, the broken wing, so that ft
- would heal quickly. - ,
i Thccrow had jet' black feathers,
, "but-there was a pretty purplish and
- riolct glos:sr or sheen, on its back and
. wings, and its eyes were bright and
. ' had a knowing look in them. They
were hazel-brown in color, and the
bird had a queer way of turning his
head on one side to 'look at Twinkle
' ' with his j-ight eye, and then twisting
ip the other- side that he might see
lier with his left eye. She often
wondered if she looked the same to
both eyfeS, or if each one made her
seem different ' v
' She .named ; hef pet "Jim Crow"
because papa said that all crews were
called Jim, although he never could
find out the reason. " But the name
seemed to fit her pet as well as any.
So Twinkle never botheredabout the
reason.. . ----' ' :. .' . ' "-
. Having no cage to keephim in,
and fearing he would run away, the
irl tied a strong cord around one of
Jim Crow's legs, and the othef end of
' the cord 'she fastened to the round
of a chair or to thejablc leg rhen
4. send tneir society items to ar
4 raret Shotwell. Busy Bee So-
" ciety Editor, care Bee jOffice
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GEORGIA VERNA WIGGINS
Here w one of Omaha's youngest
patriots to be photographed in the
Red Cross nurse costume. She is lit
tle Georgia Verna Wiggins. Maybe
when she grows up she will want to
be Red Cross nurse Uncle Sam is
calling for so many of them.
gational church m.! last Saturday
they had a wiene roast at'jiJmwood
park. The boys had a jolly time arid
sang "OneTwo, Three, Four, 'Five,
Six, Seven, All Good Children Go to
Heaven." The members of the'class
are Stanfield Johnson, Kenneth Car
ber, FredHigginson, George Turpin,
George Carlberg, Billy Butts and Les
ter Oswood.
Lawn, Supper.
Junior Nash entertained 14 of his
friends at a lawn supper followed by
a movie party at the Rialto last Sat
urday night. His guests were:
MIe Misses
Vlrnlnla Carlisle. Elenor Kotintzs.
Virginia Pearce. Charlotte Smith.
Dorothy Davidson. Emma Nasi.
Eleanor Scott. '
Masters Masters
Austin Sturdevant. Nelson Updike.
Richard fount;. Geore Daugharty.
William Poppleton. Gordon Smith.
Spring Song
First yon get a snowstorm,
Then you et a freeze,
With all the little Icicles
Hanging- frcmethe trees. ,
Then a thaw Is started,
Then you get a flood.
Sing a song of springtime
Then you get the mud.
Don't forget your rubbers,
Coata and overshoes.
As you trip along your way
Through the slush and ooze.
How the sylvan zephyrs
Stir the lazy blood
Sing a song of springtime
While plodding through the mud!
Washington Star.
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they were in the house. 1 The crow
would run all around, as far as the
string wduld. let -him go; but he
couldn't get away. And when they
went out of doors Twink4e held the
end of the cord in. her hand, as one
leads t dog, and Jim Crow would
run along m front of her, and then
stop and wait- And when she came
S5.af r run on again, screaming,
Cawl Cawl" at the top of his shrill
little voice.
He soon came to, know that he be
longed to Twinkle, and would often
he in her lap or' perch upon her
shouJder. And whenever she entered
the room where he was be would say,
Cawcawl!' to her, in pleading
tones, until she picked him up or
took some notice of him.
It i was wonderful -how quickly a
bird that had alwavx iivr! wiM and
free seemed to become tame and gen-L
.1 f...:i.t-'- r
.. iwniMcs lamer said , mat was
because he was so young, and be
cause .his broken wing kept him
from flying iff the air and rejoining
his fellows. But Tim Crow wasn't
as tame as he seemed, and he had a
very wicked and ungrateful disposi
tion, as you will presently learn.
For a few weeks, however, he was
as nice a pet as any little girl coul4
wish for. He got into mischief oe
casionally, and caused mamma some
annoyance when he waded into a
pan of milk or jumped upon the din
ner, taoie ana ate up papa s pumpkin
pie before Twinkle could stop him.
But all pets are wore or less trouble,
at times, so Jim Crow escaped with
a few severe scoldings from mamma,
wnicn - wver seemed to worry him in
theTeast or make him a bit unhappy.
CHAPTER II.
Jim Crow Rons Away.
At last' Jim got sovtame that Twin
kle took the cord off his leg and let
him go free, wherever he pleased. So
he wandered all over the house and
out into the yard, where he chased
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Personals.
Edward Evansf the son of Dr. C B.
Evan. wtin5i rnllnr Knn us Krni-an
Qin an auto accident, is o-ittinr well
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again, , ' ,
Sunadynight lunch at the Field
club is a very popular meal for little
Marjory Manley. She thinks it's quite
grown up to order heV own ice cream
and she and her sister Beatrix enjoy
the nice green lawns and flowers at
the club these hot evenings.
BirthdSy Party. ,
The following little guests were
present at a birthday party given in
honor of little Grace Karnes' seventh
anniversary t her., home, 2630 South
Fifteenth. Refreshments were served
and all had a njerry time. Those
present werti
Misses
Grace JCarnrs, .
Agnes Smith,
Frances Karnes,
Helen Horton,
Fern Fisher,
Thelma Rammel,
Masters
Pat Ford, ,
Leo Skosmal,
Raymond Skoumal,
Misses
Mary Ford,
Franoes Ford,
Maryetta Lydacker,
Marjorls Jackson,
Mary Lyman.
V i
Masters
Melvln Karnas,
Frank Karnes.
Bennie Rlelly.
-Kiddies at Farewell Party I
- & m) ten -
Little Miss Donna Newman left Friday for NewYork with her grand
mother and they will spend all summer down near the seashore, where the
little girl can buildjsand castles all day long. Donna has a number of little
friends who will miss her sadly while she is gone, and last Tuesday all the
I little people came over for a last romp. It really was a party, with paper
! caps and striped ice cream and they all had lovely time. You can see them
; in the picture standing on the porch of Donna's borne just before the party
j was over. We will tell you who they are, for perhaps you don't know them
all. On the bottom row reading from left to right are: Marjory Hiller, Mil
ton Newman, Donna Newman, Josephine Newman, Mildred Smiley. In the
second row are: Charles Evans, Richard Hiller, Sidney Smith, Margkret
Wilson, Joseph Barker, and standing away up at the to are:' Frances
Erickson, Eleanor McEwan and Charles Petrie.
JRRTNT9
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the ducks " and bothered the pigs
ana maoe inmseit, generally disliked.
He had a way of perchine unon the
back of old Tom, papa's favorite
horse, and chattering away in Tom's
ear tyitil the. horse plunged and
pranced in his stall to get rl3 of his
unwelcome visitor. 1
Twinkle always kept the bandage on
the wounded wing, for she didn't know
whether it was well yet, or not, and
she thought it was better to be on the
safe side. But the truth was, that Jim
Crow's wing had healed lone aeo.
and was now.as strong as ever; and,
as the weeks passed by, and lie grew
big and fat, a greaf longing came
into his wild heart to flv aeain far.
far up into the air and away to the
lands where-4here were forests of
trees and brooks of running water.
He didn't ever expect to reioin his
family again. They were far enough
away by this time. And he( didn't
care much to associate with othe'r
crows. All he wanted was to be free,
and do exactly as he pleased, and not
have some one cuffing hinua dozen
times a day because he was doing
wrong. , i ' ( , - - .r,
, So one morning, before Twinkle
was up, or even , awake, Jim Crow
pecked at the bandage on his wing
until he got the end unfastened", and
then it wasn't long before the entire
strip of cloth was loosened and fell
to the ground.
Now Jim fluttered his feathers, and
pruned them with his long bill where
they had been pressed together, and
presently he knew that his wing
which had v been injured was exactly
as strong and well as the other one. J
Me .could ny away whenever he
pleased . ' . " -
The crow had been well fed - by
Twinkle and her mamma and was in
splendid health. But he wait not at
all grateful. With the knowledge of
his freedom a fierce, cruel joy crept
into his heart, and he resumed the
wild nature that crows are .born with
and never lay aside as long as they
live. 1 . . . .' . . .
Having forgotten in an jnstant that
he had ever been tame, and the pet of
a gentle little girl, Jim Crow had no,
thought of saying goodby to Twinkle.
Instead, he derided he would ' do
something that would make ' these
foolish humans remember him for a
long time. So he dashed into a group
of young chickens that had only been
hatched ,a day or two before, and
killed several of them with his strong,
curved claws and wicked blackbiil.
When the mother hen flew at him he
pecked at her eyes;'and then, scream
ing a defiance to all the world, Jim
Crow flew into the air and sailed awav
tot a new life in another part of the
world, .
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, iy.:'lMtite Stories hy Little Folks . .'
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Cooking.
By Edith, lone Johnson, aged 12,
Fremont, Neb.
Have you ever known of atime
In all yout whole life . x
When cooking was a problem
And such an awful strife,
When you want to bake a cake
You can't even have the sugar. '
And when you want some bread
You Stop to think of Hoover.
But we musjt forget it, - -
Then smile and do our best,
'Cause wte got to whip the kaiser,
. And yon all know the rest.
1 . (Honorable Mention.)
Just a Minute.
By Ruth Lang." Age 12, Plainview,
' Nefc Blue Side.
Once upon a time there was a lit
tle boy named John. John was always
saying, "just a minute!" If any one
told him to do something it was al
ways "just a minute!" He grew up
and his parents tried their best to
breajc him of it, but .could not; they
knew something ould happen.
At 4ast John was old enough to be
come, an officer in the army, so he
went to a training camp. About a
BvLATIRA 'RA'MCROFT
1 ' ' CHAPTER III.
Jim Crow Finds a New Home. .
I'll not try to tell you of all the
awful things this bad crow did dur
ing the next few days, orf'his long
journey toward the south.
Twinkle almost crie'd when she
found her pet gone and she really
did cry when she saw the poor mur
dered chickens. But mamma said she
was very glad to have Jim Crow run
away, and papa scowled angrily and
declared he was sorry he had not
killed the cruel bird when he shot at
it? in the crn field. , .K
In the meantime the runaway crow
flew through the country, and when
he was hungry he wouldstop sjV a
farm house and rob . a hen's nest and
eat the eggs.. It was hisv knowledge
of farm houses that maUe him so
bold; but the farmers shot at t!e
thieving bird once or twice, and this
frightened Jim Crow so badly that he
decided to keep away from the farms
and find a living ta some less dan
gerous way.. :
And one day he came to a fine.for
est, where there were big and little
trees of all kinds, with several streams
of water running though the woods.
, "Here," said Jim Crow, "I will make
my home; for surely this il the finest
place I am ever likely to find."
There were plenty of birds in this
forest, for Jim could hear them sing
ing and twittering among the frees;
and their nests hung suspended from
branches, or nestled in a fork made
by. two limbs, ift almost every direc
tion he might look. And the birds,
were of many kinds, too: robins,
thrushes, bullfinches, mocking-birds,
wrenjrellowtails and skylarks. Even
tiny humming birds fluttered around
the wild -flowers' that grew 'in ' the
glades; and in the waters of the
brooks' waded long-legged herons,
while kingfishers sat upon overhang
ing branches and waited patiently to
seize any careless" fish that might
swim too near them.
.Jim Crcjw decided 'this must be a
real paradise for birds, because it
was far away from the houses of men.
So he made up his mind to get ac
quainted with the inhabitants of the
forest as soon as possible, and let
them know who he was, and that he
must be treated with proper respect.
In a big fir tree, whose branches
reached nearly ta the ground, he saw
a large gathering of the birds, who
sat chattering and gossiping pleas
antly together. So he flew down and
joined them, i - " . v
"Good morning, folks," he said; and
his voice sounded to them like a
harsh croak, because it had become
much deeper in tone since he . had
grown o his full size, '
year after that we declared war with
Germany.
John was- one of the first officers
to be called. As some of the soldiers
had been in training before, they were
sent to France with JohnA They had
some training "Over There and then
they were sent to the front.
lhey were ready to make an attack
on the enemy when John said "just 1
minute." The enemy came up while
he was taking his !lminute", and he lost
the day. ' x
After that he never said "just a
minute" again as that taught him a
lesson which he never forgot.
When he was a grandfather he
would tell his grandchildren about
the battles he won and did not men
tion the battle he lost till one of his
grandchildren began to say "just a
minute" and then be told the story
which 1 have just told you,
The New Teacher. '
By Esther Osthergard, 2911 Izard
street, Omaha. Aged H Blue side,
It was the first day of school and
Jane Addams and Lois Edwards were
walking to school.
"I . hope we have Miss Mason
again," said Jane "She was so nice
last year."
"So do I," said Lois. To their great
joy they, found that they had Miss
Mason.
The time fllew on and the week
before the holidays Miss Mason said,
"This is my last week to teach her.
I am going to teach at another
school and Miss Maxwell will take
my plate."
During that week she was presented
with flowers and candy When she
left many tears were shf.d. '
The holidays flew swiftly on and
the children would have been ready to
go back if Miss Mason had been
there.
"I won't study," said Jane. "I
know Miss Maxwell will be so very
mean."
"So do I," said Lois. They walked
slowly on to school. After a few
days they found vMis Maxwell was
much better than Miss Mason.
Mrs. Robin.
By Julia Prazak, Aged 10 Years,
Uarjcson, Neb.
Dr Busy Bees: This is my first
etter. I wish to join the Blue Side.
I am sending you this bird letter.
I reeton, Lottonwood. May 20. 1918.
Dear Mrs. Humming Bird: I re
ceived your letter not very long ago.
1 hope "-you enjoyed your trio from
Oaktree to Pinetree. I do not live
in the same place any more. I moved
Let Us Have More Fountains
Drinking fountains for human
beings and animals are among the
greatest and humancst of public
utilities. He who establishes orjnain-
tains such a fountain, either upon city
street or country roadside, is a large-'
uicarted benefactor. Water, according
to Our Dumb Animals, is the first
iced of every animal during the dusty,
blood-heating days of summer. Fail
ure to supply it is in many instances
criminal negligence
in Nature-Fairyland
The birds looked at him curiously,
and one or two fluttered their wings
in a timid and nervous way; but none
of them, little or big, thought best to
make any reply.
"Wetl," "said. Jim , Crow. . gruffly.
f what's the matter with you fellows?
Haven t you got tongues? You seemed
0 talk fast enough a minute ago."
"Excuse me," replied a bullfinch, In
1 dignified voice: "we haven't the
K
lonor of your acquaintance. You are
: stranger." .
"My-name's Jim Crow," he an
swered, "and I won't be a stranger
1 ng, becaue I'm going to live here."
They all looRed . grave at this
s )eech, and a little; thrush hopped
f: om one branch to another, and re
n arked:
"We haven't any crows here at all.
I yoti want to find your own folks
y u must go to some other place."
"What do I care about my own
fo ksf" asked Jim, with a laugh that
m ide the little thrush shudder. "I
prifer to live alone.". ' tj
'Haven't you a mate?" asked a
ro in, speaking in a very polite tone!
No; and I don't want any," said
Jir 1 Crowi "I'm going live all by
mjself. There's -plenty' of room in
thii forest, I guess."
' ' Certainly!" replied he bullfinch.
"T lere is plenty of . room for you
hete if you behave yourself and obey
the la-s." . 1
"Who's going to make me?" he
asksd, angrily.
"ny decent person, even if he's a
cro,v. is bound to resoect the law."
anskvered the bullfinch, calmly.
Jim Crow was ajittle ashamed, or
he Ididn't wish to acknowledge he
wai n t decent so lie said:
" -Vhat are your laws?"
" The same as those in all other for
est! . You must respect the nests and
the property of all other birds and
not interfere with them when they're
hut ting for food. And you must warn
yovr fellow birds whenever there is
darger, and assist them to protect
the r young from prowling beasts.
If ou obey. these Jaws, and do not
stel from or interfere with your
nei ;hborS, you have a right to a nest
in ur forest." ,
"To be 'quite frank with you,
the ugh," said the robin, "we prefef
your roOm to your company." ;
' I'm going to stay," said the crow.
"I guess I'm as good as the rest of
yoi; so you fellows just mind your
own business and I'll mind miner"
Vith these words he left them, and
wljen he had mounted to a position
atrve the trees he saw mat one tan,
slim pine was higher than all the tt$t,
arid that at itsery ttf was a big
djserted nesf
i
to Treetop. It is very pleasant here.
When I was moving a cat caught me
and broke myt wing. A little girl
nursed me. A man wanted a robin
very bad for . his sick child. He
botfght me loi $50. The little girl
bought a third Liberty bpnd. I was
glad that she could buy one. It makes
me feel as if I am helping to win this
war. x
After the child got well it let me
go. Then I finished my journey and
received your letter. 1 .thought 1
would answer it 1 live in a snug
nest now, where no one can harm
me or touch my nest. Your loving
friend.1 MRS. ROBIN.
Bernlct'a Repentance.
By Ruby Mason, Aged 11, Upland,
Nebraska. - . 1
Dear Busy Bees: May I join your
happy circle? I will make all the
honey I cat;. 1
"Oh, papa," cried Bernice, excit
edly, running into, the library, "may
I go to the picnic tomorrowr"
Htr father slowly shook his head.
"No. dear," he said. .. "That lake is
very dangerous; I am sure someone
will fall into it; stay at home and help
Uncle Sam and me."
The next day Bernice was asked
by the girls if she was going.
"Of course," she said, thinking to
disobey her father, for her mother
was dead. , . t
The girls started out bright and
early, arrived there in safety and
pitched their tents. , After dinner was
over they went down to the lake to
wade in the water. They had been
in there for several minutesv when
Bernice,' who was in thevdeepest
water, fell.
"Htlp! Help." she cried.
A man who was passing by swam
to her and caught her in his arms as
she went down again. She viiz taken
home unconscious. She went tO'the
library in a few hours and, throwing
htr arms around her father's neck,
said: ; ;'
"I will never disobey you again,
father, dear." And she went to bed
a much sadder but wiser girl,
Letter from Mrs. Robin,
By Mary Jane Green, Aged 9, Ewing,
Neb. Blue Side.
Robin ville, Cottonwood Top Dear
Mrs. Bobolink: I thought I would
write to you and tell wu how to make
a good nest.
lliis is the way I made mine and
like it very much:
Three billfulls of moss, 10 horsetail
hairs, 16 twigs, not very large; 4 bill
fulls of cotton for nest lining, 6 bill
fulls of sheep's wool, 10 pieces of
thread. '
And this you will find makes a good
nest -to raise children in, it keeps
them so warm and cosy. Your friend,
MRS. ROBIN
f- First Letter.
By Frances Jones, Aged 11 Years,
Hyannis, Neb.
Dear Busy Bees: I thought I would
write to you and tell about my sis
ters and brothers and our pets. We
have two ponies'one is sorrel named
Babe and one bay named King. Every
summer mamma lets me take care of
all the chickens, which I like to do.
Mjr brother, Boyd, and I have two
hound dogs. They are both black.
Boyd's dog is named Nigand mine is
Darkie, Next year I will bein the
sixth year. v. As my lettejr is getting
long I will close and I wish some
ofhe Bur Dees would write to me.
I wish to join the Blue Side.-
Gathering Mushrooms.
By Vance Willard, Aged lOVGrand
Island. Neb, Blue Side.
It rained last night, so this morn
ing my mother, . brother and . my
aunt and uncle and myself went out
to look for mushrooms. , It was kind
of chilly, so we went in our buck Vic-
oria. The first place we- went we
only found about 12. So we weiit
some other places. The seconTpTlce
we went. we got abqut two dozen.
The lady we got them from said that
they were her son's, but she let us
gather themv When we came home
I'helped fix them, then we ate them.
They were surely good. I hope we
get some more soon. ' ' '
, Received Prize.
Deal- EdUof: I thank -you very
much (or the book" you sent me as
a prize. The book is ver interesting
and I enjoy reading it.
t will try and write another story
soon. 1 Esther Ostergard.
Earning Money for Thrift Stamps.
By Florence Seward, Aged 12 Years,
1634 Victor Avenue, Omaha, Neb. .
Well, Busy Bees, I have not been
writing for a long time, so I have
started again. I am going to telt you
how I earned money to buy thrift
stamps. I hope -Iwill win a prize.
When the drive to buy thrift stamps
and war savings stamps came on, I
thought I would like to do something
tor my country, so I thought 1 would
start earning money. AsI was un
accustomed to doing this, I made ut
10 cent3 by cleaning the snow from
a lady friend's sidewalk the first day.
But I did not despair. The next day
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Your Uncle Sam b the best friend
the iardonr' ha.' and it foas the
other way around too says the Na
tional War Cardan Commission, of
Washington, which will send you a
sjardoa primer if you ask for ia
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after school I started again. Many
people exclaimed: "Why, the erjr
ideal You are not strong enough v
for suchjworlc Why, it would break
my back to do such strenuous workl":
I soon succeeded, however, in telling
them I was used to it, and they doubt
fully agreed to let 'me try. . -
They were very astonished at see
ing the show go so easily and would
give me 15 cents to 25 cents -
My father made me a little snow
Shovel, and things were, even more
easy, when spring tiro came, I
ran to the store, helpew people duit
and clean and various other duties.
But the way to success is sot al
ways by the primrose path, and I had
many refusals by people.' Some
would say, "Children annoy me,, and I
can do my work without having to
be helped. Others made similar re
marks, and many times I felt like .
giving up entirely. Then I would,
think of our Sammies who have to
endure worse hardships than these
trifles. Them! would feel ashamed of .
myself and would set to work bravely ,
again. . v ' .
Fortune seemed , to be by me when
I tried, for in a week I had eight
stamps. In two weeks I had my -book
filled and these I exchange for
a war savings stamp. I have started
another book that has five stamps en
We will lick the old kaiser if every '
one does this. And Jf or - America
sake, and your freedom, boys and '
girls, , buy. war savings stamps! ,
The Rabbit's Hme. , v ,
By Agnes D. Schutt, Aged 13 Year..
, Neola, la. "
One day my brother was going to
the field. He told me I could go
along, and that he would show me
something. '
I went along and when we got 'to
the field he told me to go and see
the rabbits. I, not knowirjg what he
meant, asked him, "Where are the
rabbits?" He took me over 'iHere '
and to my-stirprise there were three '
little baby rabbits. Beside their home
washeir mother lying dead. I asked ,
my brother, who had killed her. He .
said he did not know. I picked the
baby rabbits' up and carried them .
home. My sister was" at school that
day,, ana when sne came nome i toia ,
her what I had. She would not be
lieve me. so I took "her to the rabbits.
V She then helped me make a nice ,
comfortable home for them. - They
were very lonesome without their, ,
mother. Two of them died a week
after they Lived in their new home.
We were sorry, because we had them . "
for pels andVve burieU them in the
garden under some flowers. We nad "
one left and we named him "Fluffy." .
He was so cute . that when bad
weather came we put him in a box
in the house. He lived over a year
and then he died. , We felt lonesome
without him. r ' ' . ' ' '
We buried him under a lilac bush
and put a board with the name wriU"
ten, "Fluffy.", ' - -:vr : .;' V V.,'
- Well, I hope to see my letter In
print this time. It wasn't in the first y
time. May I join the Junior club?
I hope Mr. Wastebasket is put walk
ing with hisJriend, so my letter can
be printed. ' ' - t
Last Day of School ;'
By Marian Talcott, Aged 10 'Years, i
, S Red Side. McClelland, la.
Friday was the last day of school.
We had a picnic Jn the wood. We .
wertt at 10 o'clock. Xt-first we thought
it was going to rain, but we went
Wethave 27 children in our school.
We hd lots to eat. The boys stood -around
and watched us.
We played wood ta and dare base.
After that the boys got some water i
and we made lemonade. After we
had eaten our ice cream the -teacher .
gave us gum, thenit looked like rain -and
they all went home but the
teacher, three girls and all the boys.
We had a good time. About "3
o'clock we made some more lemonade,
ale, the rest of the ice cream and
cke. Then four of us played ball
with a walnut we found. After while
it was raining so bad we thought we
had better come home, so we did. "
I think we afl enjoyed the time. I
am sure I did. Goodby, Busy Bees,
won't you write to me? , , ,
The War Song of Sixpence.
By Dorothy Harris, Aged 13, Box 191,
Villisca, la. .... v
Dear Sir: 'This is the first time
that I have ever written. I am send
ing a poem: , ., ,
Sing a song of sixpence 1
A pocket full of rye v
Give the soldiers all your whetjl '
To make thekaiser die. "
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And when this war is over,
And the kaiser's reign is past ' .
Our Sammies will return
And take up the1.'' interrupted tasks
Liberty and Justice will reign ones
' more; "i i ' -
The peace dove's wings will flutter. ;
No meatless days will we have rtar v
' keep, v ' '
, And we'll have white bread and
; butter.
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A thrilling story it will be; ' ' -S
The Sammies can tell their' folks. '
Sitting around the fire at eve ,
Of how tljeygot the kaiser's fJ; :
I hope to see this in pxich ' a-
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