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DEAR BUSY BEES: I have a
friend who is over half a hun
dred years old and he is the very
nicest person you ever knew. I call
him my "Happy day friend" and I'll
tell ytu yvhy.
On sunny days and rainy days,
' gloomy days and windy days, he al
ways finds something to be happy
about and ' these "somethings" are
what he calls "gifts from the blue."
; On sunny days it's the warm yel
low air and the gorgeous sunsets that
make him happy. On rainy days it's
the thought of the thirsty flowers that
arc gelling a unim, uu giuum woj
clouds are so soft and feathery. On
windy days it's the whirl of the air
and the motion of all living things
that grow and the stories the wind
tells. On hot days it's because the
crops are growing. You really never
saw such a manl
All out doors is alive with happi
ness and life and sometime I'll tell
you the stories he hears for he says,
''if you'll just listen to nature you
can't help being happy," and when I
ask "why," he answers, "Did you
ever see nature unhappy?" and I think
and think, but I can't remember that
I ever did, for nature seems to love
whatever day comes from the blue,
and so I guess we ought to try and
be happy too, don't you think so?
With love, MARGARET.
Dance for Soldiers.
. An interesting program of dancing
is to be given Monday evening for
the soldiers at Fort Omaha by Miss
Mary Coil's pupils. Those taking
part are Portia Bigelow, Helen Krug,
Flora Marsh, Helen Nolan, Helen
Noon, Catherine Porter, Helen Por
ter, Sarah Smeaton and Helen
Stoltenberg, who will give "Diana's
Hunting Party."
Frances Ellick, Genevieve Finney,
Dorothy Knox, Jane,t Nolan and
Gertrude White will dance "Amer
ica." Dorothy Higgins and Emma
Nash will give a duet and Margaret
Shotwell, Elinor Kountze and Cath
erine Cartan will give solo dances.
Campfire Girls Picnic.
The Campfire girls of Saunders
school had a picnic Tuesday at Elm
wood park. Each girl invited one of
her boy friends and 19 girls and boys
" had a jolly afternoon.
For Junior Red Cross. ,
The -warm weather doesn't lessen
the enthusiasm for the Junior Red
Cross and the children are busily
planning many original entertain
ments for money to carry on their
work. One of these patriotic affairs
was given Saturday night in Betty
Phipps' garage. Dances, tableaux
and recitations made up the program
and those taking part wefe Beatrix
Playmates
As soon as we're had breakfast, on
every sunny day,
Mother kisses me and says, "Now
run out, dear, and play."
Or some other boys come over, and
we play an Indian game,
And' sometimes war or pirates but
they play all games the samel
But when the weather's stormy,
then mother's sure to say,
"Wouldn't it be fun if we should play
upstairs today?"
- And before we reach the attic she has
thought up something new;
And she knows how to pretend so
well that everything seems
true.
ant can act like unaereiia, or a iro-
jan or a clown;
And her fingers walk like elephants
', when we play Jungle Town;
She's my horse when I'm John Gilpin
and I like that game sowell
That I drive till" she says "Master
dear,' I need a breathing spell 1"
My mother's such a splendid chum
I like the stormy days to cornel
Jano Blair Reid in St. Nichplas.
GtO fWTHER HUBBARD WIU.
HAVE A NEW CUPBOARD
With rooo piled up hch on each shevf
I&ieYl have au she'll -need all
HER HOUSEHOLD TO FEED
(She'll can h or. dry it herself
v
Fob
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WUMMTOH, O-C- . . .
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ctol ChUdirci U Shawls
This pile of neatly knitted shawls,
27 in all, is the Junior Red Cross con
tribution of Jungmann school chil
dren. This is the largest number of
warm shawls for Belgian refugees
completed by any school in this city.
Caroline Hrbek made three of the
shawls herself, establishing the record
for her school.
Manley, Marjorie Manley, Clair Ab
bott, Jean Hall, Catherine Allen,
Dorothy Parmalee, Pauline Parmalee,
Flora Root, Jane Horton, Betty
Phipps and June Phipps,
Mulberry Bushes.
Mr. John Latenser's mulberry
hedge is a popular spot to the boys
in his neighborhood. Every boy that
passes by stops to sample the berries
and Mr. Latenser looks the other
way while they help themselves.
In Swimming.
Jim Pollard and Phillip Wernher
have been in swimming already and
say that "the water is fine."
A Musical Bargain.
Jean Borglum has made a bargain
with her mother about practicing her
music lessons and this is what it is:
Jean is to practice an hour every day
and then she doesn't have to practice
Saturday. It's a good plan, don't you
think sol
i Little Actresses
DOROTHY INGMAN, KATHERINE SEMERAD, HELEN LICKERT
and GENEVIEVE GROSS.
Four youthful actresses gave their talents for the Red Cross last Sunday,
when they presented three little plays, "The Country School," "Faith and
the Faires" and "The Villain," at the home of Miss Katherine Semrad. The
little playlets were written by the girls and they realized the sum of $10.29
for the Red Cross.
TWINKLE and CHUBB INS :
(Copyright, Ull, by Hellly & Britton Co.)Q
, CHAPTER IV.
Jime Crow Becomes a Robber.
IT LOOKED like a crow's nest to
Jim, so he flew toward the pine
tree and lit upon a branch close
by. One glance told him that at some
time it really must have een the
home of birds of his kind, who for
some reason had abandoned it long
ago. The nest was large and bulky,
being made of strong sticks woven
together, with fine roots and grasses.
It was rough outside, but smooth in
side, and when Jim Crow had kicked
out the dead leaves and twigs th4t had
fallen into it, he decided it was nearly
as good as new, and plenty good
enough for a solitary crow like him
to live in. So with his bill he made a
mark on the nest, that every bird
might know it belonged to him, and
felt that at last he had found a home.
During the next few days he made
several attempts to get acquainted
with the pther birds, but they were
cold and distant, though very polite
to him; and none of them seemed to
care for his society.
No bird ever came near his nest,
but he often flew down to the lower
trees and perched, upon one or another
pf them, so gradually the birds of the
forest got used to seeing him around,
and paid very little attention to his
actions.
One day Mrs. Wren missed two
brown eggs from her nest, and her
little heart was nearly broken with
grief. It took the mocking bird and
the , bullfinch a whole afternoon to
WM - : - - : - HH - K4H
A Riddle
"Riddle, riddle me re
A hundred eyes I see;"
No Hps. no nos.
No head, no toes:
I'll give you guesses three!'
"Needles shining alt In a row
Thata the anawer true, 1 know.'
"Where would you put the cotton thread':
What were a needle without a head?
You couldn't guesa It at first I knew.
Now you have only guesses two!
"Hooks and eyes on a card I av
I don't need your gu.'sses three
No Hps, no nose.
No head, no toea:
My answer la right, you mustconfess!"
"No! Give It up i
You've guessed all rong!
In the draper'a ahop
Tou have stayed too long
If you try all day
You are sure to (all!
For the answer la
'A peacock'a tall." "
Chivalry
Occasionally an incident occurs at
the trench front which proves that,
amid all the cruelty of war, humanity
will assert itself, and is appreciated
on both sides. Here is such an in
cident, cited by Donald Hankey: For
some time a British officer had been
watching a German officer impaled on
his own barbed-wire defenses and
writhing in anguish. A hot rifle fire
was being exchanged.
At last the British officer turned to
the men near him and said:
"I simply can't stand seeing that
poor devil in such torment. I'm
going out to do something for him."
Before anyone could interpose, he
had climbed over the top, and, in
spite of the danger to his life, made
his way to where the German officer
was impaled, and proceeded to re
lease him. j
The rifle fire ceased on both sides.
Every one watched. The British of
ficer carried the German officer to a
German trench.
Presently the German commander
came out, took from his own coat
the Iron Cross, and pinned it to the
breast of the British officer. There
followed no cheering nothing of
that sort. But as the British officer
returned to his own trench there fell
upon the lines a silence of deeper
significance.
In Red Cross Plays
comfort her, while Mr. Wren hopped
around in nearly as much distress as
his wife. No animals had been seen
in the forest who would do this evil
thing, so no one could imagine who
the thief might be.
Such an outrage was almost un
known in this pleasant forest, and it
made all the birds nervous and fear
ful. A few days later a still greater
horror came upon them, for the help
less young children of Mrs. Linnet
were seized one morning from their
nest, while their parents were absent
in search of food, and were carried
away bodily. Mr. Linnet declared
that on his way back to his nest he
had seen a big black monster leaving
t, but had been too frightened to
notice just what the creature looked
like. But the lark, who had been up
very early that morning, stated that
he had seen no one near that part of
the forest except Jim Crow, who had
flown swiftly to his nest in the tall
pine tree.
This was enough to make all the
birds look upon Jim Crow with grave
suspicion, and Robin Redbreast called
a secret meeting of all the birds to
discuss the question and decide what
must be done to preserve their nests
from the robber. Jim Crow was so
Hrl
Tekamalh Campfr (Busiirdiaiiis
farm M?-r'MWA
I KS"wisSfiiSSSI list I
Left to Right: Vesta Camp, Blanche
Barker, Pearl Barker; insert, Mane
Parker.
None of the younger patriots have
shown a finer spirit of service than is
to be seen among the enthusiastic
Campfire Girls. Every group has
been active in some way to raise
money and help win the war.
In Tekamah, Neb.. during the last
12 months the S camps have given
$50 to the Red Cross and $80 to thenPcad Barker, chief guardian; Vesta
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Home Guard organization. A recent
entertainment netted $71.60.
Among the most active workers in
the Tekamah campfire groups are
Usefulness of Birds
Some years ago a farmer living out
on Long Island noticed that some of
his cherries were bad and pecked at.
Upon closerexamination he found
robin's nest and the mother bird
hatching out eggs and the father bird
eating a cherry. Cutting himself a
stick, he drove the birds ,away and
broke the eggs. He told his neighbor
what he had seen and done and they
did the same.
There was one old farmer who knew
better. He knew what birds did, so
he built bird houses and provided
shelter for them and all the birds
driven from the other farms went to
him.
When harvest time came he found
that his crops were better than be
fore, because he had more birds.
While the ther farmers', who drove
them away, crops were all worm
eaten and the trees dying.
A professor of Cornell university
came at their request and told them
that their crops would still be poor
until the birds came back. Now they
tried to get the birds back, but the
birds knew better. They were afraid
to come back. And, as the professor
said, the crops were poor, while the
old man's crops were excellent. He
much bigger and fiercer than any of
the others that none dared accuse him
openly or venture to quarrel with
him; but they had a good friend living
not far away who was not afraid of
Jim Crow or any one else, so they
finally decided to send for him and
ask his assistance.
The starling undertook to be the
messenger, and as soon as the meet
ing was over he flew away upon his
errand.
"What were all you folks talking
about?" asked the crow, flying down
and alighting upon a limb near to
those who had not yet left the place
of meeting. ' 1
"We were talking about you," said
the thrush, boldly; "and you wouldn't
care at all to know what we said,
Mister Jim Crow."
Jim looked a trifle guilty and
ashamed at hearing this, but knowing
they were all afraid of him he burst
out into a rude laugh. ,
"Caw! caw! caw!" he chuckled
hoarsely; "what do I care what you
say about me? But don't you get
saucy, my pretty thrush, or your
friends will miss you some fine morn
ing, and' never see you again."
This awful threat made them all
silent, for they remembered the fate
of poor Mrs. Linnet's children, and
very few of the birds now had any
doubt but that Jim Crow knew more
about the death of those helpless
little one's than he cared to tell.
Finding they would not talk with
him, the crow flew back to his tree,
where he sat sullenly perched upon a
branch near his nest. And they were
very glad to get rid of him so easily.
CHAPTER V.
Jim Crow Meets Policeman Blue Jay.
Next morning Jim Crow woke up
hungry, and as he sat lazily in his big
nest, he remembered that he had seen
four pretty brown eggs, speckled with
white, in the nest of the oriole that
lived at the edge of the forest.
I te;! y 1
Camp and blanche Barker, guardians, j
and Marie Parker who received the
rank of fire maker at a recent grand
council.
told them to build bird houses and
scatter food about like he had done.
The next spring there was great re
joicing. Ihe birds had come back,
and in the fall the crops were as good
as before they drove them away, and
never again did they allow any one to
kill a bird, and they had a bird law,
forbidding anyone to kill birds,
passed, because they soon found out
that birds eat almost all of the inju
rious insects, and no matter if they do
eat a few cherries it makes no differ
ence, because they save more than
they eat.
Ferns
The ferns have tiny fingera
That beckon eagerly;
They'll load you Into Fairyland,
It there you wish to be.
They point to maglo fern-aeed
That lucky Onca may find
To make themselves Invisible
And wander with tho wind.
Along the quiet wood-way
They stand a-tlptne high;
Did you not feul a soft, cool touch
Aa you were swinging by?
Did you not hear a whisper
That shivered through the green?
What you become Invisible
You'll know what Fern-Folk mean!
Abble Farwell Brown, In Mothers' Magazine.
TheiI AJTemi ,
By LAURA BANCROFT
"Those eggs will taste very good
for breakfast," he thought. "I'll go at
once and get them; and if old Mam
my Oriole make a fuss, I'll eat her,
too."
He hopped out of his nest and on
to a branch, and the first thing his
sharp eye saw was a big and strange
bird sitting upon-the tree just oppo
site him and looking steadily, in his
direction.
Never having lived among other
birds until now, the crow did not
know what kind of bird this was, but
as he faced the new-comer he had a
sort of shiver in his heart that warned
him to beware an rnemy. Indeed, it
was none other than the Blue Jay that
had appeared so suddenly, and he had
arrived that morning because the star
ling had told him of the thefts that
had taken place, and the Blue Jay
is well known as the policeman of
the forest and a terror to all evil
doers. v
In size he was nearly as big as Jim
Crow himself, and he had a large crest
of feathers on the top of his head
that made him look even more fierce
especially when he ruffled them up.
His body was purplish blue color on
the back and purplish gray below, and
there was a collar of black feathers
running all around his neck. But his
wings and tail were a beautiful rich
blue, as delightful in color as the
sky on a fine May morning; so in
personal appearance, Policeman Blue
Jay was much handsomer than Jim
Crow. But it was the sharp, stout
beak that most alarmed the crow, and
had Jim been wiser he would have
known that before him was the most
deadly foe of his race, and that the
greatest pleasure a Blue Jay finds in
life is to fight with and punish a
crow.
But Jim was not very wise; and so
he imagined, after his first terror had
passed away, that he could bully this
bird as he had the others, and make
it fear him.
"Well, what are you doing here?"
Littl Stoirte
(Prize Story)
How Elizabeth and Richard Helped
.By Evelyn Wilkinson, 108 Wabash
Avenue, Shenandoah, Ia.
Elizabeth and Richard had bought
very many war stamps and thrift
stamps, but still they wanted to help
win the war even more. At last one
day Richard thought of a fine idea.
He called Elizabeth to him and said:
"I know a fine way to help win the
war. It is to plant a garden. Go in
the house and get 20 cents out of my
bank, take it to town and buy the
seed. 1 will be plowing garden with
father's plow while you are getting
the seed."
In 30 minutes Elizabeth returned
home and Richard had plowed the
garden. Richard took a hoe and dug
trenches about five inches 'leep; then
he scattered the seed here and there
in the trenches; then he covered them
up with dirt; then he was through.
They went in the house to eat dinner,
and it was wheatless day. They were
very hungry and did not want to cat
war bread, but they did not complain
about it. Soon their father's fruit and
vegetables were ripe. The children
went to the basement to get jars to
can fruit in. When the fruit was all
canned they did one more thing. The
children were going to town one day
and they met another boy and, girl
who were going to buy some clndy.
Elizabeth said:
"Why don't you buy thrift stamps
with your money? You have enough."
So the other boy and girl bought
thrift stamps with their money. Then
one winter day the children wrote
J down some things that they would do
to help wm the war. Here is what
they wrote:
Save clothes.
Save wheat.
Save coal.
Plant a garden.
Buy war stamps. "
Can food.
(Honorable Mention)
Why Thelma Became a May Queen.
By Maxine Reichenberg, aged 11
years, 147 North Thirty
, third St. Omaha.
Thelma was a very beautiful little
girl. Her hair was golden. All her
little friends loved her. Today she
was giving a party. All her little
friends were sitting in a circle on the
grass. "In three weeks will be May."
said Dorothy. Helen said "Let's
crown incima queen ot the May."
"All right," said many voices. Every
body wanted Thelma but Jenny.
Jenny wanted their teacher, Miss
Harris, to be queen of the May. So
to please Jenny they all decided to
have Miss Harris. When May day
came all was ready, but Miss Harris
could not be found. AH of a sudden
Dorothy saw her coming down the
hill.
When she came she said she could
not be queen of f lie May as she just
received a telegram from her mother,
who wanted her to come right away.
Miss Harris asked if someone else
could be the queen. Then Jenny
said, "Now Thelma can be queen of
the May. The girls really wanted her
all the time, but I wanted you, so they
had you." "Bless your heart," said
Miss Harris and she hugged Jenny
and then hurried off. so Thelma was
queen of thei May, after all, because
she was willing Miss Harris should
have been the qheen. (
Poor John.
By Evelyn Edlund, Aged 10 Years,
Ax tell, Neb. Blue Side.
One time there was a family that
lived in a house in the country. They
had a little boy named John. One day
his mother was going to town and his
father, too. Well, John wanted to go,
too, but his mother said "No." So he
called his friend Robert over to play.
It was chilly, and John's mother said
he called out, in his crossest voice,
for he was anxious to get away and
rob the oriole's nest.
The Blue Jay gave a scornful, chat
tering laugh as he answered:
"That's none of your business, Jim
Crow."
"Take carel" warned the crow;
"you'll be sorry if you don't treat me
with proper respect."
The Blue Jay winked solemnly, in a
way that would have been very comi
cal to any observer other than the
angry crow. ,
"Don't hurt me please don'tl" he
said, fluttering on the branch as if
greatly frightened. My mother
would feel dreadful bad if anything
happened to me."
"Well, then, behave yourself," re
turned the Crow, strutting proudly
along a limb and flopping his broad
wings in an impressive manner. For
he was foolish enough to think he
had made the other afraid.
But no sooner had he taken flight
and soared into the air than the Blue
Jay darted at him like an arrow from
a bow, and before Jim Crow could
turn to defend himself the bill of
his enemy struck him full in the
breast. Then, with a shriek of shrill
laughter, the policeman darted away
and disappeared in the forest, leaving
the crow to whirl around in the air
once or twice and then sink slowly
down, with some of his own torn
feathers floating near him as wit
nesses to his defeat.
The attack had dazed and aston
ished him beyond measure: but he
found he was not much hurt, after L
all. crows are tougher than motet
birds. Jim managed to reach one of
the brooks, where he bathed his
breast in the cool water, and soon he
felt much refreshed and more like
his old self again.
But he decided not to go to the
oriole's fiest that morning, but to
search for grubs and beetles amongst
the mosses beneath the oak-trees.
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they should stay outdoors, and so
they built a fire. First they thought
about matches, and John knew that ,
there were some in his father's coat.
They built the fire too near to the
barn and when his father and mother
came home he was put to bed and he
had no supper. This taught John t
never play with matches again.
I hpe Mr. Wastebasket is full.
I would like to have the Busy Bees !
wjrite to me. Good-by.
Chickens.
Dear Busy Bees: I think I will
write about our diickens. We havi
some real good chickens. They art
so tan; you can touch them. All
they seem to care about is to eat. One
day a large black dog with big whitt
feet and long ears chased our chick
ens and frightened me so that I ran
out of the yard and up the hill. W
have them all fenced in now so noth
ing can hurt them and so they can't
get out and sctatch up the garden.
We were surprised by our papa and
mamma. I'll tell you how. Papa
brought home some duck eggs and
mamma put them under a hen and did
not tell us about it until the little
ducks were hatched out. They art
awful cute little things. Busy Bees,
please write to me. My favorite color
is blue, so I want to join the blue
side, . i ' 1
' Receives Prize Book. "
By Elsie Nelson, Aged 9, Shelby, la,'
Box 2, Blue Side.
Dear Editor: I received the prize
a couple of weeks ago and I thank
you very much for it. The name of it
is "The Little Lame Prince." It it
very interesting. I have two prize
booksI got at school for vegetables.
They are both interesting.
School is out now and I passed fat
the sixth grade. My sister Martha,
passed into the seventh grade.
Marie's Flowers. '
By Opal Ferrin, aged 10, Mc- -
. Clelland, la. j' A
Once there lived a little girl whose
name was Marie. Her mother had a
lot of pretty flowers. Marie liked
them very much. One night about
12 o'clock Marie heard a noise in
the parlor. She jumped out of bed
and ran toward the door and saw all
the pretty flowers dancing and Marie't
doll, Follyanna, - was playing the
music for them. She had left her
doll in the top dresser drawer and
now she was on the piano stool.
"Oh I" cried Marie, and she4 scared all
the flowers; then they all went to bed,'
and Marie went too. 'When she
awoke in the morning she told her
mother about it- 4
Mew Busy Bee.
By Bertha Dunker, Aged 13, Strang,'.
Neb.
Dear Busy Bees: I read the Busy
Bees' page every Monday as we do
not get it on Sunday. I like to read
it very much. I went to school every
day. i My teacher's name was Miss'
Simpson. I would like to join the
Blue Side. i .
We Are Doing. Our Bit "
By Elsie Nelson, Age 9 Years, Box 2
Shelby, la., Blue Side.
"My daddy's gone to fight," ' :
Says little Mary Jane,
"And when he comes home, S i
I'll be proud of him. i
"He's going to kill the kaiser,
A-sitting on his throne, 1
And he's going to bring our glorious
flag
Along with him, home. '
"My big sister's gone to be
A Red Cross nurse, too. , 1
She's going to do her part
To help our country through. ; )
"When I get big I'll be like sis. '
My brother will be like pa,
And ma will be old and sit at hom :
And write letters to us all."
A Soldier.
By Ernest J. Hug, Aged 10 Years,'
3356 South Nineteenth Street, '
Vinton School. ;
If I were but a soldier, s '
I know what I would do.
I'd co and kill the kaiser, V
And take off his shoe. .
I'd keep It for a ssjivenlr, )
Bo I would not forcet
The war we had with Oeraany,
And we're colnc to win you bet.
tlTTU STACK MOHNER WltL
. SIT tN A CORNCR
WITH MEAL HIS GOOO MOTHER
HA4 PI A NNPn
She'll FEED HEU WHOLe BROOOl
WITH THE CHOI CIST OF fooq
Which she in her wisdom
. HAS CANNED
.Nam sUAl:
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