Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, July 14, 1918, SOCIETY SECTION, Image 22
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