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,',T"DEAR Busy Bees: i' have
I I friend who is just awfully kind1
f and because I like birds anu
; rny friend likes birds .too, he gave me
a bird bath for our yard, and told me
that if I could always be like the
" Birds I'd be a "very happy little girl."
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v ' Ana so 1 ve oeen waicmng mc
. birds that bathe anr drink trom my
"bird bath just to see what they are
, like. And I've 1 learned that birds are
never mopish. ' No, indeed, they are
cheery and gay all the time. True
they sometimes quarreL but only lit
tle bits of auarrels. and soon after
the bath will be filled with the very
birds who were quarrelsome; which
shows that they forgive and forget
easily.
They sing a lot and love all growing
things and help the flowers by eating
the worms that hurt them.
' Of course we children can't eat
worms, but we can protect flowers and
trees from their enemies, and we can
look out for those younger than our
' ; selves just as the big birds look after
the young ones,-can't we?
So watch the birds and learn how
to be happy by following their ex
ample. Lovingly, MARGARET.
; I . Junior War Work t
mi a 4 'ft '1' "S1 '1' 'I '8r 'I1 1 1" H t rST !' '1 & "S" 2" S $
V Carl McDonald, the son of Mr. and
Mrs. F. E. McDonald, spends a great
deal of his time at the state -warehouse
where the Red Cross work is
censored. He likes to work in the
.knitting section under Mrs. Harvey
Newbranch best. Carl counts wrist
: let and helos with the Backing and
makes himself generally useful. He
; calls It, doing "his bit."
The children of Minden, Neb.,
v made some of the jolliest joke books
1 you ever read to put in the comfort
: kits for the soldiers. They.sent mar
bles in the kaki bags too, so that our
soldiers can teach the children of
1 Prance the great American boys'
game.
Master Barton is the "pied piper"
of Dunning, Neb. What dp you
think, he catches rats in the Red
Cross work rooms and gets 25 cents
a dozen for them. He uses his money
to buy thrift stamps.
Dorothy Webb, " Earl Weekly,
Esther Bioomquis't. and Ethel Ken
nedy who live in Valley, Neb., made
some very pretty scrap books for the
sick soldiers to look at. These books
were made of cloth and filled with
little poems and jokes and colored
pictures.
Sports
It isn't everybody who can pick a
winner in a golf, tournament, but
Chester Wagner can. He picked Ha
. gen for low man at Happy Hollow on
( Tuesday when the stars played and he
won on him.
Harold Foster, although a minister's
son, has a keen eye for sports and
. was onr of the eager crowd that fol
lowed (.e Red Cross players over 'the
link's at Happy HollowjTuesday.
Virginia Fonda, Virginia Wilcox
apd Marjory Adair are three young
golf enthusiasts and intend to join the
Woman's Golf t:lub when they are
old enough. They all live near Happy
Hollow and were out Tuesday to en
joy the golf tournament.
i, Gordon Shotwell, otherwise ftnown
as "Buddy," is the coming champion
of the Field club district. He keeps
in form by wrestling with his brother,
Hudson. "Buddy" is 3J4 years old,
but "Buddy" just wades in and gives
his older brother a run for his monev.
.The Shotwell brothers believe that in
- ; unity there is strength and if a neigh-
bor boy gets a bit scrappy, my, what a
finish he gets. The boys play cro
, quet a lot and ifc there is any ques-
- tion about the winner of the game "a
free-for-all", decides it Their sister,
Ruth, is the referee and often has to
step lively to avoid getting in the
fray. They are, a live bunch, those
children of Mr. and Mrs.' A. V. Sho-
.welL.;.
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Mr Uncle Toby waa a saint,
Which I regret to eay I ain't. -Each
morn, no sooner do I He
Than 1 begin to swat th fllva.
Aa erery day the opening doora
Let In the peste by twos and foura.
So every day I swat and awat
Ti polish off the latest lot; -And
neither arm nor patience Urea
Until the last foul fly expires.
: My Uncle Toby graceoTtha page
i Of an nnsclentlflo age; '
He did not understand, -aa I,
His duty waa to awat the fly.
The world Is wide; a house Is not;
And that la why I awat and awat
I awat them hither, awat them yon, "
I swat them aver and anon;
1 Swat and awat from' sun to son,
1 And stlU th work la never done.
' . Chicago Tribune.
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BUgY BEE. SOCIETY
NOTE Busy Bees will please
aend their society items to Mar- '
garet Shotwkll, , Busy Bee so
ciety Editory care Bee office.
I . Fairy. Play
J On the velvety lawn of the home of
; Mrs. W. E. Callahan, some tittle
: folk gave a fairy play for the Red
Cross Saturday evening. Lucile Cal
lahan, in a pretty red dress,' won a
great deal of applause with her lit
; tie French song, for she was quite
; like a real actress. The other fairies
who took part were Mary Ann Cal
lahan, . Sheila and Jane Shirley and
Marion Duncan. If you could have
seen them dancing about and wav
ing their wands you would have
thought that you had been whisked
right into Fairyfand. The little epople
were very proud when they gave five
shining dollars to the Red Cross as
the proceeds from their play.
Colonel's Kiddies
t Are Very Lonely
For Their Daddy
Ianthe, David and Helen Stone
haven't seen their father for a long
time, for he is Colonel Stone on the
general staff of the army and super
vises transportation, equipment, hos
pitals and camp sites in France. Of
course they are homesick for him,
and who wouldn't be, when daddy is
on the battle front and so busy keep
ing things moving that sometimes
five nights go by before he can get
any sleep.
These army children and their
mother are staying with their grand
mother, Mrs. George Hoagland, and
they are as patriotic as can be. Ianthe
is knitting wristlets for her father's
chauffeur, while little Helen is doing
a scarf and David buys warstamps
and helps in his grandma's war gar
den. David has an Airdale that he calls
"Poilu" after the tribe of hairy men,
and Ianthe has a pickenese named
"Ting." "Poilu" loves to run and
bark after autos and it keeps David
busy seeing that he is not hurt. "Ting"
wants to go wherever the children
go and as he just fits into a knitting
bag they often pop him in and take
him along.
Ianthe was 12 years old Wednesday
and what do you think, the birthday
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CHAPTER I.
Twinkle. Captures the Turtle.
ONE hot summer day Twinkle
went down into the meadow to
where the brook ran tinkling
over its stones or rushed atid whirled
around the curves of the banks or
floated lazily through the more wide
and shallow parts. It wasnlt much of
a brook, to tell the facts, for there
werel many places where an active
child could leap - across it. But it
was the only brook for miles around,
and to Twinkle it was a never-ending
source of delight. Nothing amused
or refreshed the little girl more than
to go wading on the pebbly bottom
and let the little waves wash around
her slim ankles.
There was one place, just below the
pasture lot, where it was deeper; and
here there were real fishes swimming
about, such as "horned aces" and
"chubs" and "shiners;" and once Wa
while you could catch a mud-turtle
under the edges of the flat stones or
in hollows beneath the banks. The
deep part was not very big, being
merely a pool, but Twinkle never
waded In it, because the water Avould
come quite up to her waist, and then
she would be sure to get her skirts
wet, which would mean a good scold
ing from mamma.
.Today she climbed the fence in the
lane, just where the rickety wooden
bridge crossed the brook, and at once
sat down upon the grassy bank and
took off her shoes and stockings.
Then.Wearing her sunbonnet to shield
her face from the sun, she stepped
softly into the brook and stood watch
ing the cool water rush by her legs.
- It was very nice and pleasant; but
Twinkle never could stand still for
very long, so she began to wade slow
ly down the stream, keeping in the
middle of the brook, and being able
to see through the clear water all the
best places to put her feet.
Pretty goon she had to duck' her
"Jack's Ambition
Jack
Jack Koen's i;.;her brought Jack and
his mother to Omaha last week from
Des Moines to attendthe veterinary's
convention and visit with friends.
Jack registered properly and received
his badge although he states he has
no idea of becoming a, veterinary.
"If our soldiers only don't get to
Berlin too quickly," said Jack, "I will
be old enough to get into this war. I
want to get i into the trenches and
fight," and from the snap in his eye
and the red of his hair nobody doubts
that Jack means every word of it.
Jack admits, however, that it will be
12 years before he is 'old enough to
enlist. -
fairy sent her a pair of knitting men
to guard the sharp points of her
knitting needles, just as soldiers
guard dangerous points in France. I
think Ianthe believes in fairies, don't
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head to pass under the fence that sep
arated the meadow from the pasture
lot; out she got through all -right,
and then kept on down the stream.
until she came close to the deep pool.
She couldn't wade through this, as I
nave explained; so she got on dry
land and crept on her hands and
knees up to the edge of the bank,
so as not to scare the fishes, if any
were swimming in the pool, -
By good "Muck there were several
fishes in the pool today, and they
didn't seem to notice that Twinkle
was looking at them, so quiet had
she been. One little fellow shone
like silver when, the sunshine caught
his glossy sides, and the little girl
watched hint wiggle here and there
with much delight. - There was also
a big mud-colored fish that lay a long
time upon Jhe bottom without mov
ing anything except his fins and the
tip of his tail, and Twinkle also dis
covered a group of several small
fishes not over an inch long, that
always swam together in a bunch,
as if they belonged to one family.
The girl watched these little crea
tures long and iearnestly. The pool
was all of the world these simple
fishes would ever know. They were
born here .and would die here, with
out ever getting away from the place,
or eyen knowing there was a much
ojgger world outside of it.
After a time the child noticed that
the water had become a little muddy
near the edge of the bank where she
lay, and as it slowly grew clear
again she saw a beautiful turtle lying
just under her head and against the
side of the bank. It was a little big
ger around than a silver dollar, and.
instead oi its shell being of a dull
brown color, like that of all other
mud-turtles -she had seen, this one's
oacjc was streaked with brilliant
patches ot yellow and red;
"I must get that lovely . turtle I"
thought Twinkle; and, as the water
Giro a Child a Garden
Gle Ctrl a garden, Ut her tend and
care
Somelhlng all her very own all the
aummer there:
Smlllnc llttl ptnilea, merry mart
fold Something aha will learn to lore that
bar garden holda.
OIto boy a garden, eturdr rowi of
corn.
Lifting up 4ta taaaaled heada to the
aunny morn,
Rowa of beeta and carrota, rowi of
peaa and beana
To hla proud fnd boyish heart, oh,
bow much It means 1
Ota a child a garden waiting for
the aeed.
Watching for tba harvest, pulling out
tho weed,
It will be a leason, teaching In the
end
Life la all a garden we must watch
s and tend. .v
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Rupert Edward Rogers the 11
week-old son of Mr. and Mrs. Bryant
Rogers, made .his bow to society at
the matinee dance at the Field club
last Friday. He blinked his ey and
wiggled his toes and had a .lovely
time.
Rose Klapper of Kansas City has
been visiting her aunt, Mrs. J. H.
Green, of the Dwight apartments, for
the past two weeks. -
Alice Bernard of Nebraska City is
the house guest of Jean Hall. ,
Mildred Riley's Party.
Mildred Riley entertained at a dan
cing party at the Field club Friday
afternoon in honor of her 8th birth
day. Her guests were John David
son, Jane Stewart, Gordon Stewart,
Higgins, Katherine Coad, Ruth Shot
well, Jane Kinsler, Margaret Shot
well, Gertrude Marsh and Robert
Riley. The refreshment table was
very pretty and the children had a
very happy time.
Gretchen Goulding'a Party.
Gretchen GoQldmg gave a dancing
party at the Field club for Helen
Haney of Columbus, last Friday when
her guests were Helen Haney, Helen
Krug. Mildred Krugel, Florence May,
Edwin May, Charles Krug, Phillip
Werner, Albert Krutf and Byron
Goulding.
Helen King's Party.
: Helen Krug entertained at the Field
club matinee dance in honor of her
cousin, Helen Haney of Columbus,
Neb., who is visiting her. Pauline
Parmelee, Gretchen Goulding and
Nina Criss were invited to meet
Helen's cousin.
The Sailor's Definition.
In one of the many navy schools a
young instructor was attempting to
teach English to a gruff old sailor.
"What ia a complete sentence?" he
asked.
"Solitary confinement, bread and
water," was the grim reply. Every
body'a Magazine.
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was shallow where it . lay she sud
denly plunged in her hand, grabbed
the turtle, and flung it out of the
water on the bank, where it fell upon
its back, wiggling its four fat legs
desperately 'in an attempt to turf
over.
CHAPTER II.
Twinkle Discovers the Turtle Can
Talk.
At this sudden commotion in their
water, the fishes darted away and
disappeared in a flash. But Twinkle
didn't mind that, for all her interest
was now centered in the struggling
turtle.
She knelt upon the grass and bent
over to watch it, and just then she
thought she heard a small voice say:
its no use; 1 cant do it I and
then the turtle drew its head and
legs between the shells and remained
still.
"Good eracious I" said Twinkle.
much , astonished. Then, addressing
the turtle, she asked:
"Did you say anything a minute
ago?"
There was no reply. The turtle lay
as quiet as if it were dead. Twinkle
thought she must have been mistaken;
so she picked up the turtle an,d held
it in the palm of her hand while she
got into the water again and waded
siowiy back to where she had left
her shoes and stockings.
When she got home she put the
mud-turtle -in a tub which her papa
had made by sawing a barrel in two.
Then she out a little water into the
tub and blocked it up by putting a
brick, under one side, so that the
turtle could either stay in the water
or crawl up the inclined bottom of
the tub to where it was dry, which
ever he pleased. She did this because
mamma said that turtles sometimes
liked to stay in the water and some
times on land, and Twinkle's turtle
could now take his choice. He could
not climb ur the steeo 6ides of the
hub and so get away, and the little girl
tnougntiuuy placed crumbs of bread
and fine bits of meat, where the turtle
could get them whenever he felt hungry-
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After that, Twinkles often sat for
hours watching the turtle, which
would crawl around the bottom of the
tub, and swim in the little pool f
water and eat the food placed before
him in an eager and amusing way.
.At times she took him in her hand
and examined him closely, and then
the mud-turtle would put out its little
head and' look at her with its bright
eyes as curiously as the girl looked at
him. i
She had owned 'her turtle just a
week, when she came to the tub one
afternoon and held him in her hand,
intending to feed her pet some scraps
of meat she had brought with her. But
as soon as the turtle put out its head
it sain to her, in a small but distinct
voice: -
"Good morning. Twinkle."
Littile Stories
(Prize Letter.)
Red Cross Song.
By Miriam Mosher, aged 13, 2925
Farnam St., Omaha, Neb.
Dear Busy Bees: I have not writ
ten to your page for some time, but
I assure you j have not forgotten it
as I read it every Sunday'.
During the Red Cross drive we
were -called upon at school to write
stories, poems, yells and so forth
about the Red Cross. Following are
the words to a song which I com
posed: Tune to the chorus of "Keep the
Homefires Burning."
Keep the Red Cross growing
And the Sammies knowing
That their country's backing them.
Through thick and thin.
When they're sad and dreary
And their limbs are weary,
Keep them ever hopeful
Of the folks at home.
(Honorable Mention.)
Fann'e'i War Days.
By Bertha Dunker, aged 14 years,
Strang, Neb., Blue Side.
Fannie was a rich girl. She had
beautiful clothes, and lots of jewelry.
Fannie had one fault, she was
proud of herself, and would not go
with any qne only the ones with nice
clothes.
One day her mother came to her,
as she was playing with her best doll
and said: .
"Fannie dear, you have never done
anything to help the poor soldiers,
wouldn't you like to do something
for them?"
Fannie laid down her doll, but said
nothing. Then her mother said:
"I will let you think it out by your
self, but I do hope you will." When
her mother went out and she was
alone she walked to the window and
began to think about the soldiers in
France. She began to feel sorry for
them. That night she hardly ate any
supper. All she could do was to think
of some way to help the soldiers.
"What' is the matter, with Fannie
tonight?" said her father.
Her mother, not thinking of what
she had said to her, answered:
"I dont know I'm sure."
The days past by and one sunny
morning Fannie came to her mother
and said: "Mother, dear, can I have
some garden seeds?"
Her mother gave her some and
then watched her where she went and
then said to herself:
"The dear child is going to make a
war garden."
Fannie tended tf her garden every
day and when they were large enough
to eat she sold them and gave the
money to the Red Cross. v
She had her' mother make corn
bread every day and when she would
get spending money she would put
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it away, si me eno or ine year rannie
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She was so surprised that the meat
dropped from her'hand and she
nearly dropped the turtle, too. But
she managed to control her astonish
ment, and asked, in a voice that
trembled a little:
"Can you talk?"
"To be sure," replied the turtle;
"but only on every seventh day
which, of course, is every Saturday.
On other days cannot talk at all."
"Then I really must have heard you
speak when I caught you; didn'tl?'
f' believe you did. I was so startled
at beiig captured that I spoke before
I thought, which is a bad habit to get
into. But afterward I resolved not to
answer when you questioned me, for I
didn't know you then and feared it
would be unwise to trust you with my
secret Even now I must ask you not
to tell any one that you have a turtle
that knows how to talk."
CHAPTER III.
The Turtle Tells of the Corrugated
v Giant
"Why, it's wonderfulIb said
Twinkle, who had listened eagerly to
the turtle's speech. ,
"It would be wonderful, indeed, if
I were but a simple turtle," wa the
reply.
"But aren't you a turtle?"
"Of course, so far as my outward
appearance goes, I'm a common little
mud-turtle," it answered; "and I think
you will agree with me that it was
rather clever in the Corrugated Giant
to transform me into such a creature."
"What's, a corrulated giant?"
asked Twinkle, with breathless inter-J
est.
"The Corrugated Giant i5anonster
that is full of deep wrinkles, because
he has no bones inside of him to hold
his flesh up properly," said the turtle.
"I hated this giant, who is both wick,
ed and cruel, I assure you; and this
giant hated me in return. So, when
one day I tried to destroy him, the
rrionster transformed me into the
helpless little being you see before
you" , s
"But who were you before you
were transformed?" asked the girl.
"A fairy prince named Melga, the
seventh son of the fairy Queen Flut
terlight, who rules all the fairies in
the north part of this land,
"And how long have you been
turtle?
"Fourteen years." replied the crea
ture with a deep sigh. "At least I
think it is' fourteen years; iut of
course when one is swimming arou.id
in brooks and grubbing in the mud for
food, one is apt to lose all frack of
time."
"I should think so, indeed,"' said
Twinkle. "But. according to that,
you're older than J am."
"Much older," declared the turtle.
"I had lived about four hundred years
before the Corrugated Giant turned
me into a turtle." ,
"Was your head gray?" she asked:
"and did you have white whisken?"
hj Little Folks
had $100 in thrift stamps and was the
best patriotic child in the town.
Susan's Mistake.
By Elizabeth Farnsworth, aged 15
years, 1319 West Second Street,
Grand Island, Neb. Blue Side. V
Last week on Sunday Susan's
mother had planned to go on a picnic
and of course Susan was delighted.
She was busy helping her mother
when her mother told her to go and
fill a small pailwith wheat flour. Su
san knew that her mother always
kept that flour in the bm." put she
was in a hurry, and a few minutes
before seeing a sack of flour in, the
storage cupboard went and filled the
pail with that. Then she put on the
lid and put it carefully in the car.
Nothing more was thought abnut it
until they were there and preparing
the dinner, and her mother happened
to notice that it was barley flour.
"Susan," she cried, "Just see what
you've done. Now I shall have to
make gravy out of that If you would
only use your head a little bit I"
The gravy turned out fine and you
could not taste it at all.
Susan's mother uses barley floor all
the time now in her. gravy. So it
wasn't a bad mistake after all. and
Susan regarded it as a joke on her
mother.
My First Letter.
By Mildred Garnett Rydlund, Aged 9
Years, Boa 101, Funk, N;b.
Dear Busy Bees: This is the first
time I have written to you. I wish to
join the blue side. I have two sisters
Their names are Violet and Marjorie.
I will tell you about my little sister.
She will go up and sneak nieces when
we 'do. She tries to say high diddle
diddle. Marjorie stands by us when
we say our pieces. My letter is get
ting long. I will close. Good Bye.
My Firat Letter.
By Violet Rydlund, Aged 10 Years,
Box 101, Funk, Neb.
Dear Busy Bees: This is the first
time I have written to vou. I read the
Busy Bee page every Sunday. I have
two sisters. I haven't any brothers.
I will be in the 6th grade next year.
Our school was let out the 24th of
I
Sometimes I wonder why they smile
so pleasantly st ma.
And pat my bead when I go by, as
friendly aa can be.
Sometimes I wonder why they atop
and tell ma how-d'-doT
And ask me how old I am and
where I'm going to,
And ask me can I apsra a curl, and
say .they used to know
A little girl that looked Ilka me, oh,
year and years ago; 1 ''
" 6 I told mamma how they smiled
and asked her why they do.
And she said If you smile at folks.
they always smile at yon.
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Their Astonishing Adventures j!
, in Mural Fairyland i
"No, indeedl" said the turtle.
"Fairies are always young and beau
tiful in appearance, no matter how
many years they have lived. And, as
they never die, they're bound to get
pretty old sometintes, as a matter ot
course."
"Of coursel" agreed Twinkle.
"Mamma has told me about the fair
ies. But must you always be a mud
turtle?" 'That will depend on whether you
are willing to help me or not," was
the answer.
"Why, it sounds just like a fairy tale
in a book I" cried the little girl
"Yes," replied the turtle, "these
things have been happening ever since
there were fairies, and you might ex
pect some of our adventures would
get into books. But are you willing
to help me? That is the important
thing just now. v
"I'll do anything I cart.", said
Twinkle.
"Then," said the turtle, "I may ex-
pect to get back to my own form
again in a reasonably short time. But
you must be brave, and not shrink
from such a little thing as danger."
That made Twinkle lopk solemn.
"Of course I don't want to pet
hurt," she said. "My mamma and papa
would go distracted it anything hap
pened to me.
Something will happen, sure, de
clared the turtle; "but nothing that
happens will hurt you in the least if
you do exactly as I tell you."
"I won't have to fight that Carbo
lated Giant, will I?" Twinkle asked
doubtfully.
"He isn't carbolated; he's corru
gated. No, you won't have to fight
at all. When the proper time comes
I'll do the fighting myself. But you
may have to come with me to the
Black Mountains, in order to set me
free."
"Is it far?" she asked.
"Yes; but it won't' take us long to
go there," answered the turtle. "Now,
I'll tell you what to do and, if you
follow my advice no one witt ever
know you ve been mixed flp with fair
ies and strange adventures."
"And Collerated Giants," she added.
"Corrugated," he corrected. "It is
too late, this Saturday, to start upon
our journey, so we must wait another
afweek. But next Saturday morning do
you come to me bright and early, as
soon as you've had breakfast, and then
I'll tell you what to do."
"All right," said Twinkle; ,"I won't
forget."
In the meantime, do give me a little
clean water now and then. I'm a
mudturtle. sure enough; but I'm also
a fairy prince, and I mus( say I prefer
clean water."
"J'll attend to it," promised the girl.
"Now put me down and run away."
continued the turtle. It will take
me all the week to think over ny
plans, and decide exactly what we are
to do."
(Continued Next, Sunday.)
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papar only and number ib page
t. Use pen ana Ink, not nencll. .
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150 word. ,
4. Original stories or letters nnly
rill ae usee.
5. Write yon, name, are and ad '
drw at thn.top of the first page. '
A prise book will be gWea eer. ' '
week for the boat contribution ' '
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Adrlrras all eommaplcationa at , ,
Children's Department. Omaba Be
Omaha, Neb.
May. - We had a picnic the last xiay oi
school and my sister and I Uad to
each bring a pie. We had pies, cakes,
pickles, sandwiches, coffee and straw,
berry ice cream, I am glad school it
out. I would like to join the blue
side. My letter is getting long. I
hope to see my letter in print
' " " Good Byt, ,
How Molly Was Found.
By Olga Geeselman, Aged ,10, 1203
North Clarkson, Fremont, Neb.
One day a little girl was wandering -along,
the seashore. She lived very
Far from itr and she 'found a little
dog, so she took it with her to the
forest and she wandered very, very
far, until she was afraid and .ried
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very na.ru uniu gne ten asiecp. ana
the dog guarded her. Her father
and mother were worried over her
and watched for her,., but she didn't
come, so the next morning they had
their breakfast then her father went
to look fo. her. He went along the
seashore to look for her. Then he
happened to see her footprints and
followed them in the forest and soon
found' her. He woke her up. The
dogi was still with her. Then her
father took her home and she look
the dog with her and they lived very
happy ever after. ,
My first fetter. ' I hope to see it In
print
Happy Jimmy.
By Ethel Cunningham, Aged 11, 122
South Fifty-first Street, Omaha.
There was one little home in Fre
mont that was in great excitement.
Every step. taken by the occupants
of the house seemed to say: "Jimmy's
comingl Jimmy's coming!" Late
that afternoon Jimmy did come. The
canary said he'd never seen a
stronger, handsomer or more (talwart
young man than Jimmy. To qut'a
his exact words he said: "I bet Uncle
Sam is mighty glad to know he has
such a depcftdable fellow in Lis navy.
I am doingmybit for Uncle Sam by
staying home and cheering folks." He
chirped this as loud as he couldJim
my noticed this and said: "Goodby,
old fellow!" Jimmy's mother and sis
ter, said: "We are keeping brave for'
your sake, Jimmy. Remember that
when you are in France." "I will '
TTnother," he promised and marched
away with a Joyous heart, for he knew
he had somebody backing hint at
home. - r -
Lives On a Farm.
By Nettie 'Hayes, Aged 14, Albta.
Wyo.
I live on a farm and would lfka
to join ypur Junior page.
I have a horse named Bird and a
colt named Ned.
I like to live on the farm. - I cam
help with the work outside and in
side. - . . . .;
- I milk four cows when I am alone.
Alice Stearley, one of my girl friends,
is out here. She helps me once in a
while. '
I have some thickens and one tK
My papa has about 50 pigs, 24 or 1
cows. . .'
I would like to have some of th
Juniors write to me.
Thank You Letter.
Lucije Bauer, Aged 12 Years, Arwood,
rvan due siae. y
Dear Busy Bees: I wish to thank
the editor for the prize book I re
ceived last Sunday and also for th
brisk X a" Van A aArttla ktisb
Any oi the Busy Bees who have re
ceived books I think will agree with'
me that the editor is a good chooser
for you seem to always get the kind
of a book you wish for.
I hope all the Busy Bees may wut
a prize book sometime.. I remain, i
A BUSY BtK. y
P. S. I would like to know if we
should write on both sides of the
new stationery paper when writing
to this page. ,
New Busy Bee..
Edith Skalousky, Aged it Years, De
catur, Neb.
Dear Busy Bees: This is my first
letter to your dear little club. . 1 v
I have $300 worth of Liberty bonds
and thrift stamps. My birthday 'is
next Friday, July 1Z, lyis.
I will be 10 years old.
I do not want a birthdax. party, be
cause it takes, too much food and we
must save food for the boys an camps
and trenches. 1
Your new member,
EDITH SKALOUSKY,
Decatur, Neb.
P. S. I wish some of the Busy
Bees would write to me. I will glad
ly answer them. ; ; i
SoAAel if i A A A A A A A A tit A A A it A A8m8m8xVA A
in r.oar wines ; - ;
In winter, whan the wlhd I hear,
I know that the clouds will disap-
pear;
For 'tis th wind that sweeps the i
. aky
And piles Its snow on rldgea high. -
In spring, when stirs ' th wind, I
know
That soon ths crocus buds will show;
For 'tis the wind that bids them
wsfe
And Into pretty blossoms break.
. In summer, when It softly blows, ,,
soon red, t Knew, win oe me-rose; . a,
For 'tis the wind to her who speaks, X
Ana Brings me oiusnes 10 oer caeea.
In autumn! when the wind la up,
I know the acorn's out Its cup;
4 And plants an oak somewhere about, $
i- f or 'tis tne wma mat laitea u out, ,
Frank Dempstersherman. .
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