Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, July 07, 1918, SOCIETY SECTION, Image 24
jt milll HWWWWWH In ths 3s0 Hiv ; D EAR Busy Bees: We have had a visitor at our house. Yes, in deed, a very polite and kind fellow to be sure. The other morning when we opened the front door there lay big eyed dog wagging a greeting with his tail. He cante inside and made friends with each member of the family and sat on his hind paws and listened to all we said to him with the most'atert expression on his jface you ever saw. He stayed two days and barked for his food and played ill the yard and seemed very pleased with himself, and. us, and then his owner came for him and he went home, ' We thought we would never see Mr.' Dog again bill what do you think yesterday noon here he was at the front door, and he barked and ran round the yard-and then went away. ' At first I couldn't think what he 'did it for and then when I remember ed what a polite dog hvw9I de cided that he was making his bread and butter thank you call. Don't you think he was?l J - Lovingly, -s MARGARET. I ' ' Uncle Sam in France. ?By Bertha" Dunker,' Aged 14 Years, f Strang, Neb. Blue Side. ' Vncle 8am hae tone to Franc e To make tha kalaer dance, Ha can do It, too, all rifht 5 No matter It It. takae many dayi and mgnia. , -v-'. ' -f ' - He'll teak htm know ':!. That Uncle Bam'a'fot him Just ao. And Old Bill will bav to give up In Ammnmle- i For ho wlli linow Unci Sam'a ovar there. So wo won't have to aend our aoldlera no mora, S Nor wait tor their return at th doorj Tor Unci Bam haa a-one to Franco To make the kkleer danca. , TW I NKLE and CHUBB INS (CoDvrliht.rilt. by Balllr 4V Bjdtton Co. chapterXiv. : Presto Digi, the Magician. (C K ND now, if you like, we will IX be pleased to have you visit some of our houses," ' said Mr. Bowko, the Mayor, in a friendly tone. ' ; ' ; "But we can'tl" exclaimed .Twinkle. "We're too hig," and she got up arid sat down upon, the bank, to show him how big sht'f eally was when com pared with tfie prairie-dogs "Oh, that doesn't matter in the least the .Mayor replied. "I'll have Presto Digi, our magician, reduce you to out size. a , "Can hi?" asked Twinkle, doubt fully. .-' ' -"Out magician can do anything," declared the Mayor. Then he sat up and put both his front paws to his mouth and made a curious sound that was something like a bark and something like a whistle,' but not ex actly like f either one. Then everybody waited in silence until a queer old prairie-dog slowly put his head out of a big mound near the center of the village, r. "Good morning, Mr. Presto Digi," said 'the Mayor.-. '; "V "Morning1" answered the magician, blinking his eyes as if he had just awakened from sleep. ' Twinkle.! nearly laughed at this scrawny, skinny, personage; but by good fortune, for she didn't wish to offend him, she kept her face straight and did not even smile. : "We hafe two guests here, this morning," continued the Mayor, ad dressing the magician, "who- are a little too large to get into our houses. Soj aa they -ire- invited to ta jo J i BUOT- BEE SOCIETY NOTE Busy Bees wUl please l I send their aociety items to Mar- 4- i garet Shotwell, Busy Bee So- f Y ciety Editor, care Bee office. X b'V;HHHJHWH'n r j ; Katherine Goss made reservations for 18 members of the O. T. club at the Field club matinee dance Fri day, ... . , Margaret Bolln, from Douglas, Wyo., is spending a month with her grandma and aunts, the Misses Alma and Blanche Bolln. , Louise and Eleanor Robertson had a Fourth of July supper at Mrs. C. K. Robertsons and spent the evening shooting off fireworks. Billy, Emma and Helen Hoagland left Tuesday for their grandfather's ranch, Waterdale, Colo., where they will spend a few weeks riding ponies and hunting and fishing. Marjorieand Betty Manley cele- i FerLirae Actresses in -a Pretty "Fairy Tale" Playette l i 4 (I . .; yU tth$$t ; You should ave seen the "Sleeping Beauty and the Prince," a little play that was given by' tome of the Franklin school children Wednesday at the home of Mrs. Julius E. Rau. When I tell you that the' children sold $35 worth of ticket! and that 250 people came to tee their play you will know just what wonderful success it was. In the picture you will tee four of the little girls who took part The little lady who is so deep interested in her painting is Louise Wood, and the girl standing beside her, who was called "The Mistress of the Ink Bottle," is Miss Alice Wixson. The little dancing girl is Mist Eleanor Taylor, while the musical lady with her ban jo is Mist Ruth Betherds. luncheon, it would pllase us all if ypu would kindly reduce them to fit our underground rooms. "Is that all .you want?" asked Mr. Presto Digi, bobbing his head at the children. , , , "It seems to me a great deal," ans wered Twinkle. iTm afraid you never could do it." , "Wowt" said , the magician, in a scornful voice that was almost a bark. "I can do that with one paw. Come here to me, and don't step on any of our mounds while you're so big and clumsy." '. So Twinkle and Chubbins got. up and - walked slowly - toward the magician, taking great care where they stepped. Teenty and Weenty :re frightened, and ducked their ads with little squeals as the big children passed their mound; but they bobbed up again the next mo ment .being curious to see what would happen When the boy and girl stopped be fore. Mr.. Presto Digi's mound, he began waving one of his thin, scraggy paw and at the- same time made a gurgling noise that "was deep down in his throat. And his eyes rolled and twisted in a very odd way. .Neither Twinkle nor Chubbins felt any effect from the magic, nor any different from ordinary; but they knew they were growing smaller, be cause their eyes were getting closer to the magician. . J'U that enough?" asked Mr. Presto, after a while. - ; . "Just a little more, please," replied the Mayor; I don't want them , to bump their heads against the door ways." yv . ; v So. the magician' again ..waved Jiis paw and chuckled and gurgled and - rrrrr brated he Fourth (at the Field club, jhey were daintily' dressed in white dresses and pink sashes. Jean Borglum is Hooverizing on vmosr. everyming.. one gave op ucr usual firecrackef celebration on the Fourth because her parents assured her that a whole bushel of fireworks would be forthcoming after the war. Mary Elizabeths Party Mary Elizabeth Nicholson, the lit tle daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Harry C. Nicholson, was hostess to 14 neig borhood children on the Fourth for a picnic lunch. The children shot off fire crackers an date goodies and had, a fine time. Awful Waste McDougat (on Channel steamer) Hoot, mon, ye'H soon be better. McTavish It't n.i the soeknesa I'm mindin', it's the awfu' waste. I paid 18 pence for that deenner Boston Transcript t ' ' blinked, until Twinkle suddenly1 found she had to look up at him as he squatted on his mound. "Stopl" she screamed; "if you keep on, we won't be anything at allT "You're just about the right size," said the Mayor, looking them over with much pleasure, and when the girl turned around she found Mr. Bowko and Mrs. Puff-Pudgy stand ing beside her, and she could easily see that Chubbins was no bigger than they, and she was no bigger than Chubbins. "Kindly follow me," said Mrs. Pudgy, "for my little darlings .arc anxious to make your acquaintance, and as I was the first to discover you, you are to be my guests first of all, and afterward go to the Mayor's to luncheon." ; K: . . CHAPTER V. - The Home of thePatf-Pudgys. So Twinkle and 'Chubbins. still holding hands, trotted along to the Puff-Pudgy mound and it was strange how rough the ground now seemed to their tiny feet They climbed up the slope ot the mound rather clum sily, and when they came to the hole it seemed to them as big as a well Then they saw that it wasn't a deep hole, but a sort of tunnel leading down hill into the mound, and Twinkle knew jl they were careful they were not likely to slip of tumble down. Mrs. Puff-Pudgy popped , into the hole like a flash, for she was used to it, and waited just below the open ing to guide them. 4 So Twinkle slip-1 pea down , to the Moor of the tunnel and Chubbins followed close after her, and then they began to go downward. , "It's a little dark right here." said Mrs. Puff-Pudgy; "but I've ordered the maid to light the candles for you, so you'll see well enough when yotfre in tne rooms "Thank you," said Twinkle, walking alonjj the hall and feeling her way by Keeping ner nand upon the smooth 5iucs or tne passage. I hope you won't go to any trouble, .or put airs, just because we've come to i on visit you. "If I do," replied Mrs. Puff-Pudgy, "it's because I know the right way to treat company. We ve alwavs be longed to the 'four hundred " vou know. Some folks never know what to- do, or how to do it but that isn't the way with the Puff-Pudsrvs-l Hi? you, Teenty and Weenty get out of nere ana behave yourselves I You 11 soon have a good look at our visi tors." , .vna now iney came into a room so comfortable and even sflletulid that Twinkle's eyes opened wide with amazement. , , ' It was big, and of a round shape. and on the walls were "painted very handsome portraits of different (Prize Story) Ann's Patriotism. By Lucile Bauer, Aged 12 Years, At wood, Kan. Blue Side. ' Blue Side. "I don't see why we have to buy war savings stamps," said Ann to her chum May. "I tho't our government was rich, but it doesn't look as if it was, be cause they've had three Liberty loans and now they want us to buy war savings stamps." s "But," said her companion, "have you stopped to think who or what the government is?" v "No 1" - "Well then, will you let me tell you?" "Yes". "Our great, free and fair govern ment is the people united into one great, strong nation and the wealth of the people is the wealth of the nation, and that is why, still united, we must give our -money, fathers and brothers and our time to make the whole world united, and make it so that no one man can rule his fellowmen . "The thrift stamp and the war sav ings stamps will help us if we only hear their plea 'Buy me, so I can fight too.' Do you understand why we should buy them?" "Ye-e-e-es, I was wondering this morning whaf to do with that $5 bill father gave me on my birthday and I was just on my way down town to buy a box of chocolates with it. But I guess I can dp without choco lates," said Ann as she went toward the post office where war savings stamps were sold. (Honorable Mention.) The Largest Firecracker. By Theodore Perry, Aged 11, Strat ton, Neb. One Fourth of July a man offered any boy a prize that could make the largest firecracker that would make the most noise. Alt the b.oys set to work taking small' firecrackers and building them into one big one. At last the day arrived when they would shoot them all off. A big crowd of boys walked down the street carrying big firecrackers. But there was one boy that did not have a firecracker. Jimmy, which was the name of this boy, was very happy and whistled all the way. As soon as they got ther-i the boys went out one by one and shot off the firecrackers. Finally all were done except Jim my. .' He went out and held up a thrift stamp card full of thrift stamps. This is what he said: "I think this is the biggest fire cracker for it is blowing- up the kaiser." I He won the prize. Their Astonishing Adventures in Nature-Fairyland By LAURA BANCROFT prairie-dogs of the Puff-Pudgy fam ily. The furniture was made of white clay, baked hard in the sun and dec orated with paints made irom Diue clay and red clay and yellow clay. This gave it a gorgeous appearance. There was a round table in the mid dle of the room, and several comfort able chairs and sofas. Around the' walls were little brackets with candles in them, lighting the place very pleasantly. "Sit down, please," said Mrs. rurt- Pudgy. ."You'll want to rest a min ute before I show you around." So Twinkle and Chubbma sat upon the orettv clay chairs, and Teenty and Weenty sat opposite them and stared with their tniscnievous rouna eyes as hard as they could. "What nice furniture," exclaimed the girl. 1 "Yes," replied Mrs. Puff-Pudgy, looking up at the picture of a sad faced prairie-dog; "Mr. PuffTPudgy made it all himself. He was very handy at such things. It's a shame he turned out so obstinate." v "Did he buildsthe house, too?" "Why, he dug it out, if that's what you mean. But I advised him how to do it, so I deserve some credit for jt myself. Next to the Mayor's it's the best house in town, which accounts for our high social stand ing. Weenty 1 take you paw out of your mouth. You're biting your claws again." "I'm notP'said Weenty. "And now," continued Mrs. Puff Pudgy, "if you are rested, "I'll show you through the rest of pur house." So, they got up and followed her, and she led the children through an archway into the dining room. Here was a cupboard full of thecunningest little dishes Twinkle had ever seen. They were all made of clay, baked in the sun, and were of graceful shapes, and nearly as smooth and perfect as our, own dishes. CHAPTER VI. Teenty and Weenty. , AUS around he sides of the dining room were pockets, or bins, in the wall; and these were full of those things the prairie dogs are most fond of eating. Clover-seeds filled one bin. and sweet roots another; dried mulberry leaves that must have come from a long distance were in another bin, and even kernels of yel low field corn were heaped in one place. The Puff-Pudgys were surely in no danger of starving for some time to come. ,. - Teenty! Put back that grainof wheat." commanded the mother; in a severe "voice. . Instead of obeying, Teenty put the wheat . in his mouth and ate it as quickly as possible. "The little dears are so restless." Mrs. Puff-Pudgy said to; Twinkle, "that it's hard to manage them." Little -Stories By..' Busy lee's The Busy Bee editor received several clever cartoons from the pen of Busy Bee artists, but regrets in ability to reproduce them in today's paper because for the most part, they were done in pencil or blue ink. Only drawings made in black ink re produce well for newspaper purposes Lewise Wessel of Nebraska City sent two lovely fashion drawings; Mary Alexander of Grand Island, Clarence Slattery of Norfolk; Frank The Poor Belgians. By Elsie Nelson, Aged 9, Box 2, Shelby, la. Blue Side. Dear Busy Bees: VVhen your fathers-is in town sometimes he brings candy home for you to eat. Well, you know these poor, dear, little French and Belgian children are waiting for their dear daddy to come home with good things for them to eat Now, don't you Busy Bees wish you could go over and tell them "somewhere in France" is daddy, and he may not come back to you, for he is giving his life to our country." And I wish they wouldn't feel sad, for I should think they ought to feel proud of their dear daddy. Now can't you Busy ; ' War CartaE- "They don't .behave," remarked Chubbins, staring hard at the children. "No, they have a share of their father's obstinate nature," replied Mrs. Puff-Pudgy. "Excuse me a min ute and I'll cuff them. It'll do them good." But" before their "mother could reach them, the children found trouble of their own. Teenty sprang at Weenty and began to fight, be cause his brother had pinched him, and Weenty fought back with all his might and main. They scratched with their claws and bit with their teeth, and rolled over and over upon the floor, bumping into the wall and up setting the chairs, and snarling and growling all the while like two puppies. . Mrs. Puff-Pudgy sat down and watched them, but did not interfere. "Won't they hurt themselves?" asked Twinkle, anxiously. "Perhaps so" said the mother; "but if they do, it will punish them for being so naughty. I always let them fight it out, because they are so Sore for a day or two afterward that they have to keep quiet, and then I get a little rest" x Weenty set up a great howling, just then, and Teenty drew away from his defeated brother and looked at him closely. The fur on both of them was badly mussed up, and Weenty had a long scratch on his hose, that must have hurt him, or he wouldn't have howled so". Teenty's left eye was closed tight but if it hurt him he-bore the pain in silence. Mrs. Puff-Pudgy now pushed them both into a little room and shut them up, saying they must stay there until bedtime; and then she led Twinkle and Chubbins into .the kitchen and showed them a- pool of deaj water, in a big clay basin, that had been caught during the last rain and saved for drinking purposes. The children drank of it, and found it cool and refreshing. Then they saw the bedrooms, ahd learned that the beds- of prairie dogs were nothing more than, round hol lows made in heaps of clay. These animals always curf , themselves up when they sleep, and the round hol lows just fitted their bodies; so, no doubt, they found them very com fortable. . There were several bedrooms, for the Puff-Pudgy house was really very large. It was also very cool and pleasant, being all. underground and not a bit damp, y ' ' y After they bad admired everything in a way that made .Mrs. Puff-Pudgy very proud and happy, their hostess took one of the lighted candles from a brackei and said she would now escort them to the house of the Hon. Mr. 'Bowko," the Mayor. - (Continued Next, Sunday.) t Our Lattle.Fdk Dyba of the South Side and Edith Green of Jungmann school, Omaha, splendid war cartoons. The one by Edith Green is par ticularly good. It pictures a soldier, sailor and farmer with background of the Stars and Stripes and this in scription: "Red, White and Blue. These men are brave and true," and appropriate verses for each. The. editor regrets that these con tributions cannot be published. Bees find something to do to help them or to help their dear daddy win the war? I'm sure there are lots of things. , A Trip to Fairyland. By Evelyn Luce, Aged 12, o719 Florence Boulevard, Omaha, Marion' had been put to bed and was dreaming happily. , This is the dream. Just as the clock struck 12 a small canary flew in the window. He lighted on the bedpost handed Marion a tiny piece of paper. "Read this," commanded the canary. What the note contained: "Swallow the leaf that the bird will give you and then wish to be smaller than the canary." Marion did this and then hopped on the bird's back and flew away. Sud denly they stopped in front of a tree. In the tree were these words: "Press the white spot on the other side of the tree and then walk in." Marion and the bird did this -and walked in. Marion was surprised to see the pretty roses and lanterns. "Why," said Marion to herself, "there are those pretty roses Aunt Helen gave me. I wonder what they are doing here?" Marion stayed and watched the fairies dance. Then the fairies and everything disappeared. "Ohl" screamed Marion, former mother was giving her a good shak ing for not getting up when she fcad called her. When Marion' went downstairs there stood her flowers. "It sure is very strange," thought Marion, "but I won't say anything be cause they think it's foolish to dream about1 such things." So this is the end of Marion's Hallowe'en dream. For Marion, had remembered when she got up in the morning that it had been Hallowe'en night , ' How Tom Helped His Country.. By Maxine Reichenburg,'Aged A, 147 No. 33d street, Omaha. Tom had a dog his name was Ring Master, but Tom calledv him Ring. Tom and Ring lived in the cOuntfy. They would race and play together all the time. Ring was all Tom had to play with. Ring was a collie. In the country where Tom lived there was a Fort Tom' and Ring often watched the soldiers drill.-Today as they passed Tom saw some officers training dogs for the war. Tom went up to one of the officers and asked if Ring would be any use to them. The officer said he would. So Tom left Ring and went home. For the next few days Tom was very lonely . without Ring, , but he was not sorry he gave Ring to his country. How the Bee Won. By Mildred Langhorst, Aged 10, Fon tenelle, Neb. . The Omaha 'Sunday Bee and the Nebraska Ruralist were ' discussing which was the most useful., The Nebraska Ruralist said,' "Mrs. Jones uses me for patterns. They don't use you for that much." The Bee said, "Mr. Clare wants to see the headlines to see- how the war is; whether United States is ahead or losing. Mrs. Clarke, wants to see what Burgess-Nash Co. has in tailored goods. These children- want , the comical section. , They t all want me at the same time." Now said Miss Bee, what other reasons do you have that you're most useful? The Nebras ka Ruralist was , shocked when it heard how many more reasons the Bee had than she why she was most useful. That's why the Bee won its first case. , My Vacation.' , By Salpnia Naimann, Aged 11, Route v 1. box 2, Gilead, Neb. -This year I am going to spend my vacation at home on the farm. My mother has a war garden. I like, to help weed in it. .We raise chickens, x era 4. Writ plainly on one aide of the paper only and number tha page. 2. Uae pen and ink, not pencil. 5. Short and pointed article! will be riven preference. Uo not uae over 250 word. 4. Original atoriea or letters only will be uaed. 8. Write youi- name, aire and ad- T dreaa at the top of the first page. T A prize book wIU be given eaeh T week for the beat contribution. T Addreoa aU eommanlcatlone to X Children's Department, Omaha Bee, A Omaha, Neb. 4 ducks, and have a guinea. We used to raise turkeys. They would not stay at home, so we gave up raising them. I have joined the Red Cross. I am saving on clothes,' food and other things. The next time I have a quarter I am going to buy a thrift stamp. I . have a brother "over there." Hi's name is Herman. He joined the medical department He , has a medal for bravery. We have 23 little goslings, nine are full-grown. We have eight ducks and 325 chick ens. I wish some of the "UusyBees would write to me. So goodby. Autobiography of a Duck. Verda Clark, Aged 11, Central City Neb., Route 1. , The first thing I knew of life I was hatched out of a duck egg." At first I ( could not eat or run around, so just. sat around and peeped. , One day, when I was strong enouglf to run around, I was taken out of the nest and given to an old hen. Wa . would run around and she would try to make us learn to scratch, but we would not learn. One night it rained about two , inches. That morning we went out . for a walk. W,e came to a large pool of water. There was a rock in the center of the pooL Mrs. Duck wat . there with her children. My mother asked her how she taught her chil- . dren. She said that's easy enough. She said I will show you how. She started out and her children followed her, and then we followed them. Our mother was so frightened the , , jumped. on the rock and clucked at loud as she could. ,The old mother duck dived and took a mbuthfull of mud, all her fami- . ly did the same and when we did it that scared the hen worse than ever. After a while we came out and went with our mother to the house. The next day she led us to the pond, and ever after that she was not afraid to let us go in the pond. I and my brothers and sisters grew up fast I must dote now, because a little boy and girl are coming towards me t with an ax to chop my head off and eat me for their Christmas dinner. Wake Up, Young America! By Valura Bates, Aged 12, Kenhard, Neb. Young America, they are calling, They are calling now for youj To help us win by saving ' ; " - For our own Red, White and Blue, v ' So buy a little Thrift stamp And start your book today To help us lick 'the kaiser And drive the Huns away. The Thrift stamps they are Httle, But helpful in the war; , So help us win by saving 'Till you can't save any more And when the strife is over And our banner proudly flies. The people will be shouting Though there's tears in many eyest And yet, every little Liberty loan Will help to win this war . And we'll win it all by saving Until the battle's o'er; And from giving we'll ne'er stop, 1 'Till our country's "over the top." The Nightmare. By Sophia Felton, Aged 10, Neola, la. Blue bide. This is the first time I have writ. ten to the Busy Bee section, and wish to join the Blue side. One night, when I had the measles, I began to cry and cry. Papa awoke me and asked what the matter was. I said I thought Paul, my brother, was -trying to kill me. The next night I got out of bed. My father asked me what the matter was. That night I told him I thought my sister was after my toes. I hope Mr. Wastebasket is out to ' tea. A Letter From Marie. Marie Jones, Aged 10, Hynnis, Neb, Dear Busy Bees ,1 Like to read the ' stories that the Busy Bees write. I have four sisters and one brother. Their names are Frances, Ruth, Loit and Margaret. Frances, r who is 11. .feeds the chickens every night and. morning. Ruth is 6, who wipes the . dishes and Lois, who is 3, puts them away. My brother Boyd, who is 8. gets the coal for the next day and .' myself gets the wood and takes care of Margaret, who was 4 monthspld this month. I go to school in town. . I live on a ranch 12 miles southeast of Hyannis. I like country life bet ter than city life. This is my first letter. I wish some of the Busy Bees would write to me. I A Little Rhyme. .,v By Ruth Palmer Aged 11, Lin coln, Neb. Dear Busy Bee: It has been a long time since I have written to -you. I enjoy the page very much. ' I suppose you i- are purchasing V Thrift and War Savings stamps. I ' ; have. $100 .worth, of War Saving stamps. !l am not much of a poet, but I will write this little rhyme and send it in to you on time hoping a book will . be mine. It is not much of afhyme,' but it comes from the heart of a "True American." , THRIFT STAMPS, . My old ahoea ana dssjea Are Rood enough for me. And I will bny Thrift Stamps That our country may be free. - ' Listen Busy Bee children t And a way I will tall 1 - . - ; How by pnrehaalne; Thrift ataape.. . . In a free country wa may dwalfc ". .' .-. .'