Ipedal Page Iw'The.
Omaha
Be i
Little
J a-wex rr a T w VT r3 TP3 TT TTQ CTN VI W . T
1 Mow Many of
"Howard lKeEEedly,' Kiddies Do You Keow?
These
4 - 4M - M - 't - - - :"H''K": - !"H - '4
hi uio JQ89 inuvo
DEAR BUSY BEES: I wonder
how many Busy Bees have
made paper knitting bags?
It's really lots of fun. First
you take a baf of heavy paper that
ias been used for flour or cornmeal or
sugar, and then yoti run a heavy cord
around it. to hold it by (if you braid
common string together it does nice
'y). and then you cut out any fa
vorite pictures that you see in a paper
or magazine and decorate vour basr.
Pictures of Mary Pickford make a
:harming movia bag. Pictures of the
- loldier boys make fine military bags,
and then there are animal bags and
aviator bags and flower bags.
It's heaps of fun to paste on ihe
pictures and color them and see just
how pretty they can be made to look,
and when one bag wears out then an
other can be made just as quick as a
cat can wink its eye I
One of my little friends who went
away on her vacation trip made a
paper knitting bag and decorated it
with kodak pictures of her playmates,
and as she knits she can look at their
faces and think of the good time they
have had together.
So do try to make one of these bags
and I hope you enjoy doing it as much
as I have. ' Lovingly,
' '" ' MARGARET.
Jane Horton'a Party.
- Jane Horton celebrated her 13th
birthday Thursday with a movie party
at the strand. Her guests were Jean
Hall, Alice Bernard, Beatrice Manley,
Pauline Parmelee and Flora Root.
ane hurt her foot coming home and
lames it on unlucky 13. The girls
injoyed sodas after the show.
LITTLE MOLY.
Roly, poly, velvet moly.
Dug himself a little holey,
Working in, the midnight hour
Underneath my mother's flowers.
Poor industrious little soulie,
Gardener brings his hoe to grab
you '.
Pretty soon he's sure to nab you.
TO SUPPER
To supper, to supper, what have we
here?
A loaf and' t cheese and a pot of
beer? - :
But Johnnie can have only bread to
eat, ; . .'
Anr maybe some mjlk if it's fresh
and sweet, :
KITTY ANDMR. OWL
"I'd like to sleep." said Mr. Owl.
"And s would I" said Kitty.
But both kept wide awake all night,
Which was a dreadful pity.
THE DOQ AND THE BAT. .
A dog howled under the window,
A bat got into the room;
I hit the dog with a cinder.
And knocked the bat with a broom.
-Southern Woman's Magazine.
THE THRUSH'S NEST.
Oh where did the little Thrush build
her nest?
You never could guess though you
- tried your best.
We didn't disturb her 't was on
41. I
U1C KIOUI1U
In the strawberry patch her nest was
lound.
POOR LUCY LINDER.
Poor Lucy Linder
Swallowed a cinder;
WW can we do for her
Poor Lucy Linder?
THE CRANKETTY MAN. '
Oh this the lanketty, eranketty man;
He turns his: own crank just as fast
as he can;
He stays in the house with the wind
ows shut tight
And never goes out, for he hates the
sunlight
And folks don't go in, for they can
not like him, '
So match if you can this eranketty
man.
Mabel M. Hankins in the Southern
Woman's Magazine.
THE ALARM CLOCK.
I have a new alarm clock
' That wakes ma avry merm
And says, "Gat apt Oat opt Oat sp!
A brand new day la born!"
I naver nave to wind it
Or anything1. Too see.. .
It s Just a little bird that eomse
And alts upon a treat '
Around the Hearthstone.
By Emma Julia Read, Aged 12 Years,
2964 Harney Street, Omaha.
Out doors was calm and white,
The son had bid goodnight
Each child his duty did,
As he each eve was bid; "
John with, his toad of wood,
And Nan with popcorn good,
Spread with full delight.
For what swas coming in the night
U'i'en the time came to say good
night,. : ,
Then children wisheT to 6tay.
But they were snugly tucked away,
Neatn the. coverlet so white.
And kissed mamma goodnight
To sleep to the next winters-day."1'
- j NOTE--Busy Bees will please ;H"H- 4. w-h-M- i ! 4- ? M-H-H
A send their society items to Mar-
? garet Shotwell, Busy Bee So-
Y ciety Editor, care Bee office.
J
n4Mf4MH4uH44MH
I Front Indiana $
LUCluE GRAM.
From Indiana' comes this merry
little girl, for she and her brother
traveled all the way from Hammond,
Ind, to visit their grandmother, Mrs.
S. P. Peterson. Lucile Gram is the
little visitor's name and her brother,
who it just past 10, is Shirley. Lu
cile's parasol is red, white and blue
and probably that is the reason why
she it smiling, or we all love the
colors of our flag, don't we?
"Prince" is Dead
Prince, the pet terrier, whose regu
lar boy was Edward Meyer, 2919 Flor
ence boulevard, was killed by an auto
mobile Wednesday. Prince was bur
ied Thursday with military honors,
as' all the patriotic kiddies in the
neighborhood mourn his loss.
The pallbearers were William Ure,
jr., Billy Kearnes, Arthur Redfield
and "Brother" Snyder, the choir
which sang consisted of Frances Ure,
Vera Kelly, Lucile Redfield, Alberta
Kearnes and Harriett Snyder.
Eddie Meyer was chief mourner.
fk '
m M'
,
v "
JUL
, . .
TWINKLE and CHUBB INS
(Copyright, 1911, by Rellly A Srittoa Cot
CHAPTER VII.
The Mayor Gives a Luncheon.
DON'T we have to go upstairs and
out of doors?" asked Twinkle.
"Oh, no," replied the ' prairie
dog, "we have halls connecting all the
different houses of importance. Just
follow me, and you can t get lost." ;
They might easily have been lost
without their guide, the little girl
thought after they had gone through
several winding passages. They
turned this way and that, in quite a
bewildering manner, and there were
so many underground tunnels going
in every direction that it was a wonder
Mrs. Puff-Pudgy knew which way to
gOT , , v ' ; - 1.
PuraAniala
JrersHBIS
Mary Elizabeth and William Henry
Pruner have gone with their mother
to Estes Park, where they will spend
itptrie summer.
Billy Connor was seen caddying for
his father at Seymour last Sunday
morning,
Polly Robbins is visiting in Lin
coln with her little friends, the
daughters of Dr. and Mrs. Teal.
Fedink Connor, the bull puppy
at No. Ill North Thirty-eighth ave
nue, has returned from the hospital.
The veterinary said Fedink was over
fed on ice cream, garbage and wood.
Virginia Hampton has just icturned
from a hospital, where her tonsils
were removed.
Elizabeth Paffehrath has a cunning
little bull pup which follows her
wherever she goes.
Katherine Alleman has returned
from a visit with her brother, Wil
lard, who is stationed at Camp Sher
man with an ambulance unit. Cather
ine had a splendid time and is -busy
making things for her brother to use
when he is ordered to France.
$,
Margaret Johnson is the week-end
guest of Gertrude Welch at Cherry
croft Farm. Merchon Welch is at
tending Culver for the summer.
$
Jim Pollard is spending the summer
in Canada with his mother and father.
They expect 6 visit several Canadian
cities before returning home.
Burton Guckert, who lives on North
Thirty-eighth avenue, is spending his
vacation on a "fcrm.
George Connor, on Thirty-eighth
avenue, went to the dentist last week
and had three large teeth pulled and
two others filled and he did not cry
bit.
A Fine Day Coming.
By Inez Cross, Aged 8 Years, Tren
ton, Neb. Box 8.
I am sending you a song I made up.
I wish very much to win a prize.
Thare'a a flna day coming,
Whan the boya coma homa;
Thore'a a Jolly day coming
When tha boya coma home.
Wa ahall aea tha kaiser
In rage. '
Thore'a a flna day coming
When the boya come home;
Thore'a a Jolly day coming .
When wa ahall hear '
The kaiser yelling.
With tha apeara at every hand.
The flna day' corning
When the boya coma Borne.
There'a a Jolly day coming
When the boya coma homa.
When tha kalaer la dancing
Tha tuna to the good old American rag.
CHORUS. '
There'a a flna day coming
Thore'a a fine day coming
When tha boya coma homa.
Oh, yea, there'a fine day coming
When tha boya coma home.
When "Uncle Sam"
Will be chered with "Hurrah!"
Freedom, and peace, forerer.
Thore'a a flna day coming
When tha boya coma home.
MY CORRESPONDENCE BOX
To Marjorie Sturdevant, Osceola, Neb., Box 468 My Dear Marjorie:
Surprises are always nice and so was your letttrl Am glad you enjoy our
Busy Bees and only wish you had sent your picture along so we could all
see how you look.
Marguerite Clark is a great favorite with all Omaha children, and when
she plays the picture shows are crowded.
Why don't you join the Blue Side of the Busy Bee hive and write me
all the things the Osceola boys and girls are doing for the Red Cross.
t know that you and your friends must have had a nice auto ride, for
your letter was so jolly. Hope you will write soon again, for I am always
glad to answer letters from my friends.
When you come to Omaha we will have a really truly "Please to meet
you" time. Lovingly, MARGARET.
"You ought to have sign posts," said
Chubbins, who had once been in a
city.
"Why as for that, every one in the
town knows which way to go," an
swered their guide; "and it isn't often
we have visitors. Last week a gray
owl stopped with us for a couple of
days, and we had a fine ball in her
i'onor. But you are the first humans
that have ever been entertained in our
town, so its quite an event with us.
A few minutes later she said: "Here
we arc. at the mayor's house," and as
they passed Tinder a broad archway
sne Diew out Her . candle, because the
mayor's house was so brilliantly light
ed. N
T ' ' ' - ---1 1 v - : r-nmr-rr
Tramp, tramp." See the small
while patriotic airs are being played
the pictures and crossed flags is in the
French War Children Love and -
Salute All American Soldiers
and Knit Them Pretty Charms
Young Interviewer Gleans
Many Facts About
French Babies
'H"i"H'H'frM"H"H' '1' !' l-S-WfrH'-
By MARGARET SHOTWELL.
LT. P. M. M'CULLOUGH has just
returned from eight months in
France, and so I tried to look
like a big question mark and
asked him to tell me about the lit
tle French children, and he said that
all the soldiers love the children of
France, for they are jusfc the sort of
children you would want to chum
with. y
The French children salute every
American soldier they see, officers
and privates alike, it's all the same
to them. Our language is , different,
but the salute of the French children
means friendship, and trust, and ad
miration. 1
Games.
Whenever the boys in khaki play
base ball the children crowd around
to watch the game and applaud. They
play tops a lot, but not as our Ameri
can children do. The French chil
dren put a top on the ground and
hit it with a long whip to make it
spin and they certainly make it whirl
around rapidly.
It's a picture to see the little tots
carrying a loaf of bread. A pound a
0 Welcome I said Mr. Bowko, greet
ing the children with polite bows.
"You are just in time, for luncheon is
about ready and my guests are wait
ing for yoti.
He led. them at once into a big din
ing room that was so magnificently
painted with colored clays that the
walls were as bright as a June rain-
ibow.
"How pretty 1" cried Twinkle, clap
1 ping her hands together in delight
I "I'm glad you like it," said the may
or, much pleased. "Some people, who
are lacking in good taste, think it s a
little overdone, but a mayor's house
should be gorgeous, I think, so as to
be a credit to the community. My
grandfather, who designed and paint
ed this house, was a very fine artist
But luncheon is ready, so pray be
seated."
Ther sat down on little clay chairs
that were placed at the round table.
The mayor sat on one side of Twinkle
and Mts. Puff-Pudgy on the other, and
Chubbins was between the skinny old
magician and Mr. Sneezeley. Also, in
other chairs sat Dr. Dosem, and Mrs.
Chatterby, and Mrs. Fuzcum, and sev
eral others. It was a large company,
indeed, which showed that the mayor
considered this a very important oc
casion. They were waited upon by several
sleek prairie-dog maids in white
aprons and white caps, who looked
neat and respectablle, and were very
I graceful in their motions.
Neither Twinkle nor Chubbins was
very hungry, but they were curiomto
know what kind of food prairie-dogs
ate. so they watched carefully when
the different dishes were passed
around. Only grains and vegetables
were used, for prairie-dogs do not eat
meat There was a milk-weed soup at
first; and then yellow corn, boiled and
sliced thin. Afterwards they had a
patriots as they march with their waving American flags. Their paper caps
on the victrola these tiny boys and girls
Howard Kennedy school and these
day is all the French people are al
lowed and the bread is baked in long
loaves, and when a little fellow, 5 or
so, is sent for bread the loaf is often
as big as the child.
The French children think sn much
of the American boys that they knit
Vcharms for them to wear, so that the
German Gothas in the Zeppelins will
not harm them. These charms are
knit of yarn and have the figures of
a man and a woman called "Annette
and Renetin" knit in a square to be
worn around the neck.
The Charms.
"Annette and Renetin" are a team of
clever wire dancers at the Folies
Bergeres, in Paris and are very pop
ular ith the French people. And
thes gay charms are given to the
American soldiers so that they can
dance out of harm's way when the
bombs fall.
The little folks of France are as
patriotic and brave as the big folks
and their gaily colored "Annette and
Renetin" charms show their cheery
spirit.
I only hope that the charms will
always protect our boys and that
Lieutenant McCullough will tell the
children of France that (we love our
soldiers so much that we love all who
love them.
The Flag of Freedom, a
By Alice Bondesson. Aged 10, 2712
Redick Avenue.
Blow! oh breeze, on our flag.
Ripple! oh flag ao true.
Tour atrlpea ao brave and pure,
Truth In your field ao blue.
1
Tour atari like thoae In the heaven,,
Whoee light la never put out.
Shine as though made of gold,
Throwing their light about.
And when our country la called to war,
Tou ahall float above,
We will fight for you, flag of freedom,
Aa a token of our love.
Fly above ua. oh flag!
Tou are worthy of our love, I am euro.
Tour red for. bravery, your blue for truth.
Tour white itself la pure.
So ripple In the breeze, flag of freedom.
Alwaya floating ao high,,
Tour red and white ao brave end pure.
Tour field ao like the iky.
Their Astonishing Adventures in Nature-Fairyland I
Jy LAURA BANCROFT I
salad of thistle leaves, and some bread
made of barley. The dessert was a
dish of the sweet, dark honey made
by prairie-bees, and some cakes
flavored with sweet and spicy roots
that only prairie-dogs know how to
find.
The children tasted of several
dishes just to show their politeness;
but they couldn't eat much. Chubbins
spent most of his time watching Mr.
Presto Digi, who ate up everything
that was near him and seemed to be
as hungry after the luncheon as he
had been before.
Mrs. Puff-Pudgy talked so much
about the social standing and dignity
of the rutt-i'udgys that she couldn t
find time to eat much, although she
asked for the recipe of the milk-weed
soup. But most of the others present
paid strict attention to the meal and
ate with very good appetites.
CHAPTER. VIII.
On Top of the Earth Again.
Afterward they all went into the
big drawing room, where Mrs. Fuz
cum sang a song for them in a very
shrill voice, and Mr. Sneezeley and
Mrs. Chatterby Manced a graceful
minuet that was much admired by all
present
"We ought to be going home," said
Twinkle, after this entertainment was
over. "I'm afraid our folks will worry
about us."
"We regret to part with you," re
plied the mayor; "but. if you really
think you ought to go, we will not be
so impolite as to urge you to stay.
"You'll find we have excellent man
ners," added Mrs. Puff-Pudgy.
."I want to get big again," said
Chubbins.
"Very well; please step this way,"
said the mayor.
.So they all followed him through a
long passage until they begaa to go
drill just as their big brothers in khaki are doing. The pretty room with
are kindergarten tots. Don t you think
Little tiri8
(Prize Letter.)
Brave Mrs. Chipmunk.
By Evelyn Reimers, Aged 12, Eldo
rado Springs, Colo.
Mrs. Chipmunk had a happy but
hungry family of four babies. They
had a round, snug nest down under
the roots of a large pine tree by the
side of the road.
She was kept busy feeding her hun
gry children and was always running
back and forth for food.
One sunny morning Mrs. Chipmunk
had left her babies on the doorstep
while she went across the road to get
them some breakfast.
Suddenly she heard a low, rumb
ling sound and she rushed to the
roadside. There she saw, rapidly
commg toward her, a huge black
thing. Glancing toward her home she
saw her smallest chipmunk in the
middle of the road. With a warning
"chit, chit," (that sent the small chip
munk flying), she darted in front of
the rushing automobile and hurried
her babies into the house.
There she began to scold. "Chit,
chit, chit," she scolded. "See what
happens when you don't mind. I toU
you to stay right by the door."
After this the little chipmunks
minded better, but still she had to
watch them very closely.
About two weeks later Mrs. Chip
munk was taking her four children
out to a patch of sweet clover, when,
behind her, she heard a strange noise.
Instantly she straightened p and
looked about, while at the same time
all four chipmunks did the same.
Hiss-s-s, came the sound again,
and a moment after came the signal
"run" from Mrs. Chipmunk. All the
M4'4mHmH4mHmJmH'4mM',S
I. Writ plainly on one aide of thr
paper only and number the pagea.
; 2. Use pen and Ink, not pencil. ,
' S. Short and pointed articles will be
given preference. Do not nse over
230 words.
4. Original etoriee or letters only
will he usee.
5. Write yon, name, age and ad
dresa at the top of the first eage.
A priie book will be given each
week tor the best contribution
Address all commoplcatlons to
Children's Department, Omaha Bee.
Omaha, Neb.
upward? a; '.' climbing a hill. And
then a gleam of daylight showed just
head of them, and a few more steps
brought them to the hole in the mid
dle of the mound. '
The mayor and Mrs. Puff-Pudgy
jumped up first, and then they helped
Twinkle and Chubbins to scramble
out. The strong sunlight made them
blink their eyes for a time, but when
they were able to look around they
found one or more heads of prairie
dogs sticking from every mound.
"Now, Mr. Presto Digi" said the
mayor, when all the party were stand
ing on the ground, "please enlarge our
friends to their natural sizes again."
"That is very easy," said the ma
gician, with a sigh. "I really wish,
Mr. Mayor, that you would find some
thing for. me to do that is difficult
x'T will, some time," promised the
mayor. -"Just now, this is all I can
require of you."
So the magician waved his paw and
gurgled, much in the same way he
had done before, and Twinkle and
Chubbins began to grow and swell out
until they were as large as ever, and
the prairie-dogs again seemed very
small beside them. .
"Good-bye," said the little ' girl,
"and thank you all, very much, for
your kindness to us."
"Good-bye answered a chorus of
small voices, and then all the prairie
dogs popped into their holes and
quickly disappeared.
Twinkle and Chubbins found they
were sitting on the green bank again,
at the edge of Prairie-Dog Town.
"Do you think we've been asleep
Chub?" asked the girl.
"'Course not," replied Chubbins.
with a big yawn. "It's easy 'nough to
know that Twink, 'cause I'm sleepy
nowl" 4 -
(New story Sunday.)
have white and blue cockades, and
they will be fine soldiers some day?
by Little Folks
little chipmunks obeyed, for thty
dreaded any kind of a snake.
Then brave Mrs. Chipmunk turn !
to meet the snake. There from be
hind a bush peered two tiny yes. Aa
the owner of the eyes crawled slowly
out of the bush Mrs. Chipmunk saw
it was only Baby Bullsnake; but don't
you think that little Mrs. Chipmunk
was brave?
(Honorable Mention)
The Patriotism of Eleanor.
By Rose E. Vranek, Age 14 Yean,
1711 South Eleventh street, (
Omaha, Blue Side. '
It was Friday morning and fittt
Eleanor had just gotten up. She
soon dressed up and went to the
breakfast table. When she was fin
ished with breakfast she said, "Mam
ma, remember my birthday is, yon
know when." Her mother said.
"Eleanor, yes, it is tomorrow, and
what do you want, or what would
you like to have?" "Mamma, I would
like to have some sweet-meat," an
swered Eleanor, who was walking
out of the doorway to go and play.
Eleanor was soon on the front
lawn waiting for her friend Pearl,
who promised to come over and
play. "Pearl, my birthday is tomor
row, and I will be 9 years old, so
don't get a stick teady for me be
cause I told you," said Eleanor.
Saturday morning soon came and
Eleanor was let to sleep until 10 a.
m. When she did get up she ate and
the rest of the time she was playing;
while her sister (Vera) ran for er
rands. It was 2 o'clock in the after
noon and Eleanor and Vera went with
their mother to town. Eleanor said.
"Will you get me the candy now?"
Her mother asked the clerk "How
much will a nice box of chocolates
cost?" He answered and said "about
$5 or more for a very big one."
As they walked out of the store,
not buying a single thing, Eleanor
saw on a poster, "Buy W. S. S. and
help Uncle Sam." She then told her
mother and said "If I would buy
candy it would be sweet as long as I
would have some, but if I buy a
war saving stamp it will be sweet
all the time until I get my money
back from the government. If I
would want candy I would have to
give the money. This way I only
loan and get interest. Anyway, a war
saving stamp is better than candy,"
said Eleanor, because I will have it
longer.
I wish to see my letter in print as
soon as possible and next time I
write I will make the story more
concise.
My Grandma's Coons. .
By Neva Prindle, - Aged 12 'Years,
Kearney, Neb.
My grandma got two coons down
by the river when they were small.
She fed them milk. They did not
drink milk at first but after they had
them a while they drank milk as well
as kiitens.
They wer( very wild when she got
them but they got tame till she could
turn them out of doors and they
would not run away. They would fol
low you wherever you went just like
dogs. After they were quite large
they caught the chickens. So she car.
ried them one-half mile to a river. The
next day it rained and about noon
they came home and CjOnie in under
the stove to get warm aild dry. Then
she took them away again and they
never came back.
Vacation Plans.
By Minnie Halbert, aged 12, R. 3, Boj:
55, Falls City. Neb.
I live on a farm. I- am going to
spend my vacation in a useful way.
I have a war garden this year and
taking the best care of it. So as it
helps win the war. which young and
old desire. By doing many useful
things to help win the war, as: te
save, to buy liberty bonds or war
savings stamps, be a meber of the
Red Cross. 1 have two brothers in
the army; one who is. in France, and
the other will soon be also. I hope
alt Busy Bees are doing their share.
First Letter.
By Delta Hathaway, Aged 11 Years.
" Rural Free Delivery No. 1,
Nodaway, la.
Dear Busy Bee: This is my first
letter to the Busy Bee. I-IiKetoread
the letters of the happy page, so I
thought I would write. I have worked
enough for mamma and papa this year
to buy a war savings stamp. I am
going to get it I am trying to help
win this war. I am going to buy a
thrift stamp. I hope to see my latttv
in print. , Goodby Busy Be