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Here With Such Jolly
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H ;;T EAR Bsy Bees: This is the
rrj time of the harvest moon and a
very gay moon it is!
jj'. Most any night when the sky is
ij ...-clear this moon with its golden halo
; comes up over our Nebraska hills aud
makes a beauty spot in the sky. It's
- just as if the lady moon unpinned her
''. golden hair and let it float about her
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Indians of the Omaha tribe
;Hused to celebrate this season of the
harvest moon with special dances
and ceremonies in her honor, for they
thought that when the moon showed
a golden ring it was a sign that she
2 was pleased with them and that all
J growing things would yield good
3 crops. , ,
Down east where the Yankees come
ti from harvest moon brings the picnic
j season of the year and is a time of
jolly outing parties.
Some time when you are returning
from a day's fun or resting in the cool
of the evening look for this lovely
Jj moon with her golden misty ring and
she will say a most beautiful good
night to you. Lovingly, MARGARET,
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Muchly Entertained Little Guest.
' Julia Carpenter of Des Moines has
m heei visiting her friend, Charlotte
Smith at the Colonial, and many
3 charming little affairs have been given
Z for her.
Jane McConnell entertained at a
matinee dance at the Field club in
her honor. Dorothy Davidson had a
.--''"luncheon at the Country club when
her guests were Virginia Pierce, Car
lisle Emma Richie, Julia Carpenter
"Wpnd Charlotte Smith and then the
girls all went to the Strand.
" . " Charlotte Smith had a luncheon at
'"the Colonial for Dorothy Davidson,
-Dorothy Sherman, Jane McConnell,
" Virginia Pierce, Emma Richie, Kath
leen Herdman and Julia Carpenter
'ard a swimming party at the Metro
politan pool.
!; Julia Carpenter was the out-of-town
' guest at the dancing party given by
I Lawrence Lake at the Country club.
j His guests were Dorothy Davidson,
; ;Virginia Carlisle, Virginia Pierce,
;' 'Dorothy Sherman, Charlotte Smith,
I Julia Carpenter and Milton Barlow,
i u Richard Young, Gordon Smith, Wil
li Hiam Hynes and Austin Sturtevant
i : Anne Alexander 111.
jj Little Anne Alexander wa3 oper
' ated on for appendicitis Wednesday.
v Anne is the daughter of Dr. and
;! ;Mrs. J. S. Alexander, and her father
j has gone to France to take care of
Lwounded soldiers, but she was a
Hbrave little girl even with no daddy
here to encourage her. Anne is do-
ing very nicely and will soon be as
;- well as ever.
; For Red Cross;
' The children of Harper, la., have
' a novel way of collecting money for
! the Red Cross- Every time they have
a party they each give 5 or 10 cents
for the Red Cross chapter. There are
,J about ISO junior members in Har
per. The school children of Creston,
la., have followed the same plan and
in that way collect quite a bit of
money.
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Virginia'- Party.
- Virginia Holliday, the daughter of
" Mr. and Mrs". L. M. Holliday, enter-
;," tained at the children's party at Hap-
py Hollow club. Her guests were
Virginia Upham, Catherine Bavinger,
Virginia Ralph, Genevieve Matthews
w and Ellen Peterson. -A
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Matinee Dance.
Mrs. T. B. Coleman entertained 25
little folks at the Field club matinee
dance Friday for her daughter,
Marion.
Emily and Lillian chanced to meet
" one morning and Emily said:
"Louise told me you told her that
J secret I told you not to. tell her".
i "She's a mean -- thing to tell you
i thatl" cried Lillian. "Why. I told her
not to." 1
"Well," said Emily, "I told her I
i wouldn't tell you she told me; so
; don't tell her I did."
" TATTERS w I
"Tatters" Battin is a little white
v Pomeranian doggie, but quite the
?T most popular thing at the Field club,
j He belongs to Mr, and Mrs. John
Battin and comes tfi all the Friday
matinee dances at the club and runs
after the children when they dance
or else sits as solemn as a judge and
watches them. Tatters, likes music
and lifts his ears and thumps his lit-
the wooly tail in time to all the
tunes. He laps up ice cream and then
& washes his whiskers and sticks out his
little moist red tongue for more. Tat--tcrs
knows everybody and he likes
everybody he knows; and so it's no
wonder that he is popular, is it?
BUSY BEE SOCIETY
NOTE Busy Bees wUl pleat
I send their society items f Mar-
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i DANCING DOROTHY
Little Dorothy Vv right ot Kansas
City, who is visiting her aunt, Mrs. C.
E. Reese, at theircountry home near
Florence, likes to dance better than
anything else. When Dorothy was a
very iny little girl she would dance
every time she heard music. If the
music was slow and stately she
danced with slow steps and deep
bendings; if something jolly and
lively was being played, her steps
were quick and light. Dorothy has
never been given dancing lessons, yet
she can dance beautifully. When she
goes to see Ruth St Dennis, Pavlova
or other famous dancers she will
come home and imitate every step she
sees them do. For each record on
the victrola she has a different dance
she has made up all herself, and into
each dance she composes she puts
some feature quite new and different
from the rest.
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(Copyright, lilt, kg Rellly a Britten Co.)
CHAPTER IV.
Prince Turtle Remembers His Magic,
TWINKLE was as nervous at she
could be during all the week
that followed this strange con
versation with Prince Turtle. Every
day, as soon as school was out, she
would run to the tub to see if the
turtle was still safe for she worried
lest it should run away or disappear
in some strange manner. And during
school hours it was such hard work to
keep her mind on her lessons that
teacher scolded her more than once.
The fairy imprisoned in the turtle's
form had nothing to say to her dur
ing this week, because he would not
be allowed to talk agaia till Saturday;
so the most that Twinkle could do to
show her interest in the Prince was to
give him the choicest food she could
get and supply him with plenty, of
fresh, clean water.
At last the day of her adventure ar
rived, and as sopn as she could get
away trom tne DreaKiast lame
Twinkle ran out to the tub. There
was her fairy turtle, safe as could be,
and as she leaned over the tub he put
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out his head and called "Good morn-fful
itiRl" in his small, shrill voice
"Good morning," she replied.
"Are you still willing and ready to
assist me?" asked the turtle.
"To be sure," said Twinkle.
"Then take me in your hand," said
he.
So she picked him out of the .tub
and placed hfm upon her hand. And
the turtle said:
"Now pay strict attention, and do
exactly as I tell you, and all will be
well, In the first place, we want to
get to the Black Mountains! so you
must repeat after me these words:
Uller; aller; Ulerj olleri"'
"Uller; aller; iller; olleri" said
Twinkle.
The next minute it seemed as
though a gale of wind had struck
her. It blew so strongly against her
eyes that she could not see; so she
covered her face with one arm while
with the other hand she held fast to
the turtle. Her skirts fluttered so
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Personals
Jean Redick has a jolly little joke
on herself, and this is what it is. She
went to Mildred Riley's party and
took a nice birthday present along
and it wasn't her birthday at all. But
Jean just said to keep the present till
nthe October birthday arrived, and :o
Mildred is sure ot one present any
way I
Burton Guckert has a new Hudson
"bike" which has been christened
"Super-six."
Howard Wertheimer is attending
a boy scout military training camp
this summer and half the day is de
voted to war training.
Dominick Manoli, a young Ameri
can whose people came from Italy,
has bought $146 worth of war sav
ing stamps. Dominick earned the
money himself, working for his uncle
at the fruit stand at Sixteenth and
Cass.
"Fedink," Billy Connor's Boston
bull pup, attended a meeting of Cath
olic young ladies Wednesday night
quite uninvited.
Our Boys in Khaki.
By Margaret Sweet, Aged 9 Years,
608 East Ninth street, Fre
mont, Neb.
Boys dear to mothers' hearts,
With them now we must part.
Over there their duty doing well,
Better than eye or tongue can tell.
Fighting for peace and liberty.
Always ready to die to be free;
Over there in trenches so muddy,
With wounds' so fatal and bloody.
The Red Cross angels and Y. M. C. A.
Help them laugh and joke the time
away. ,
They're helping lick the Hun
And think it great fun.
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So here's to our boys so true
Let us give three cheers for Red,
White and Blue I
Toothing 8wf Cat HctaL
No o very Ions M th dlieovery wai
made In Germany that metals could b
awed aaalar and qnickar with rapidly re
volving month dttfci of iteal than with
toothad circular aawi, itatei th Popular
Science Monthly. It waa found that the
cutting waa don by the heat (enerated
by the friction of the edge of the desk
agalnit the metal. The metal Is melted
at the point of contact, while the ateel
of the disk, being cooled by the air. does
not reach the melting point The disks
need uo sharpening and do not wear out
o quickly as the toothed saws heretofore
used for cutting metal. The faster the disk
revolves the greater the amount ot heat
(enerated and the quicker the Joo.
wildly that it seemed as if they would
tear themselves from her body, and
her sun-bonnet, not being properly
fastened, was gone in a minute.
But it didn't last long, fortunately.
After a few moments the wind
stopped, and she found she could
breathe again. Then she looked
around her and drew another long
breath, for instead of being in the
back yard at home she stood on the
side of a beautiful mountain, and
spread before her were the loveliest
green valleys she had ever beheld.
"Well, we're here," said the turtle,
in a voice that sounded as if he' were
well pleased. "I thought I hadn't
forgotten my fairy wisdom."
"Where are we?" asked the child.
"In the Black Mountains, of
course," was the reply. "We've come
a good way, but it didn't take us long
to arrive, did it?"
"No, ideed," she answered, still
gazing down the mountain side at the
flower-strewn grass land of the val
leys. I
"Tliis' said the turtle, sticking his
little head out of the shell as far as it
would go, "is the realm of fairies,
where I used to dwell. Those beauti-
palaces you see yonder are in
habited by Queen Flutterlight and my
people, and that grim castle at your
left, standing on the side of the moun
tain, is where the Corrugated Giant
lives."
"I don't see anything 1" exclaimed
Twinkle; "that is, nothing but the
valleys end the flowers and grass."
'True; I had forgotten that these
things are invisible to your mortal
eyes. But it is necessary that you
should see all clearly, if you are go
ing to rescue me from this terrible
form and restore me to my natural
shape. Now, put me down upon the
ground, for I must search for a par
ticular plant whose leaf has a magic
virtue.
So Twinkle put him down, and the
hftle turtle began running around
here and there, looking carefully at
the different plants that grew
amongst the grass on the mountain
side. But his legs were so short and
his shell-covered body so heavy, that
HERE I AM
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Well, here I am, and how do you
do, everybody.
So many Busy Bees from so many
different places have asked me what
I really truly look like, that I am
glad to show myself in an honest to
goodness picture.
The black silhouette that you see
every Sunday I call my "Topsy" face,
and now I look more like "Little
Eva." don't I?
That is.
I would look llxe uttie
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he couldn't move very fast; so pres
ently he called for her to pick him up
again, and hold him close to the
ground while she walked among the
plants. She did this, and after what
seemed a long search the turtle sud
denly cried out:
"Stop I Here it isl This is the
plant I want."
"Which this?" asked the girl,
touching a broad, green leaf.
"Yes. Pluck the leaf from the
sterti and rub your eyelids with it."
She obeyed, and having rubbed her
lids well wjth the leaf, she again
opened her eyes and beheld the real
Fairyland.
CHAPTER V.
Twinkle Promises to Be Brave.
In the center of the valley was a
great cluster of palaces that appeared
to be built of crystal and silver and
mother-of-pearl, and golden filigree
work, So dainty and beautiful were
these fairy dwellings that Twinkle
had no doubt for an instant but that
she gazed upon fairyland. She could
almost see, from the far mountain up
on which she stood, the airy, gauze
winged forms of the fairies them
selves, floating gently amidst their
pretty palaces and moving gracefully
along the jeweled streets.
Put another sight now attracted her
attention a big, gray, ugly looking
castle standing frowning on the moun
tain side at her left. It overlooked the
lovely city of palaces like a dark
cloud on the edge of a blue sky, and
the girl could not help giving a shud
der as she saw it. All around the
castle was a high fence of iron spikes.
"That fence is enchanted," said the
turtle, as if he knew she was looking
at it; "and no fairy can pass it, because
the power to prevent it has been given
to the giant. But a mortal has never
been forbidden to pass the fence, for
no one ever 'supposed that a mortal
would come here or be able to see it.
That is the reason I have brought you
to this place, and the reason why you
alone are able to help me,"
"Gracious!" cried Twinkle; "must I
meet the Carbonated Giant?"
"He's corrugated," said the turtle.
"I know he's something dreadful,"
she wailed, "because he's so hard to
pronounce. '
"You will surely have to meet him,"
declared the turtle; "but do not fear; I
will protect you from all harm."
"Well, a Corralated Giant's a
mighty big person," said the girl
doubtfully, "and a mud-turtle isn't
much of a fightegf I guess I'll go
home."
"That is impossible," declared the
turtle. "You are too far from home
ever to get back without my help, so
you may as well be geod and obed
ient." v
"What must I do?" she asked.
"We will wait until it is nearly
noon, when the giant will put his pot
on the fire to boil his dinner. We
can tell the right time by watching
the smoke come out of his chimney.
Then you must manrh straight up
to the castle and into the kitchen
throw me quickly into the boiling
kettle. That is all that you will be
where the giant is at work, and
required to do4"
MY COMESPONDENCE BOX
I have lust heard from Teddv
t now lives in Kansas City. Teddy
v says that he goes to a school in
thrift stamps and baby bonds than any other school in the whole
U. S. A. What is the name of the school, Teddy?. And how did the
scholars raise the money?. Do write and tell us.
Another interesting letter from
Neb. She tells of a ride that she and
f Ralph Kichley, Milton Kichley,
toOK. mere must d loveiv auto
Thomas of Chicago writes of all the
; ; July 14 in the Windy City to celebrate "Bastile Day, the French holi- ; ;
. day. A noted French aviator, called the "ace of the aces," flew over '. '.
' Lake Michigan and landed at the Edgewater hotel, and the ships fired
; ; salutes, and it was all very inspiring. The Jackies paraded in their blue ; ;
uniforms and white caps. Margaret would like to be a yeoman, which '. .
"it A society that does war work for the sailors. We don't have them
Little Stones
(Prize Letter.)
Jessie May and the Germans.
By Dorothy Harris, Aged 13, Vil
lisca, la.
As you look down the lane you
see a white nouse. nis is wnerc
Jessie May lives. She is 13 years
old.
One day Jessie May heard some
one running, and then a heavy, hur
ried knock at the door. When she
opened the door who .should she see
but a soldier. He said: "Hide me
quick; they are coming." Jessie May
understood. It meant , quick action.
The first minute she stood thinking,
the next she was climbing the big,
wide stairs. As she passed a little
window she could ee the Germans.
They were close to the house. She
must hurryThe reached the top of
the stairs. "Quick," she said, and
opened a door that led to her clothes
closet. The soldier stepped in and
Jessie May put some clothes over
im. She had no more than shut the
door when she heard a heavy knock.
She ran down the stairs and opened
the door. There stood four big men.
One spoke, "Have you seen anything
of a Sammie?" r,No," said Jessie
May and her voice trembled. "Come
on, boys, let's search the house," said
the man, "I believes she lies." Jessie
Eva if I had her golden curls and
things.
I am so glad you all like the
junior department and I hope I can
always please you, for when you
please folks vou're happiest. Dont
you think so?
I want to thank you alt for thsjiice
letters 1 so often got, and I hope
you'll write soon again, and that you'll
like me as well as I like all of you.
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"I never could do it I" declared
Twinkle.
"Why not?"
"You'd be scalded to death, and
then I'd be a murderer!"
"Nonsense!" said the turtle, pee
vishly. "I know what I'm doing,
and if you obey me I'll not be scalded
but an instant; for then I'll resume
my own form. Remember that I'm
a fairy, and fairies can't be killed so
easily as you seem to think."
"Won't it hurt you?" she inquired.
"Only for a moment; but the re
ward will be so great that I won't
mind an instant's pain. Will you do
this favor for me?"
"I'll try," said Twinkle, gravely.
"Then I will be very grateful," said
Prince Turtle, "and agree to after
ward send you home safe and sound,
and as quickly as you came."
CHAPTER VI.
Twinkle Meets ths Corrugated Giant.
"And now, whils we are waiting,"
continued the fairy turtle, "I want
to find a' certain -flower ithat has
wonderful powers to protect mortals
from any injury. Not that I fear I
shall be unable to take care of you,
but it's just as well to be on the
safe side."
"Better," said Twinkle, earnestly.
"Where's the flower?"
"We'll hunt for it," replied ths tur
tle. So holding him in her hand in such
a way that he could see all the flow
ers that grew, the girl began wan
dering over the mountain side, and
everything was so beautiful around
her that she would have been quite
contented and happy had not the
gray castle been before her to re
mind her constantly that she must
face the terrible giant who lived
within it.
They found the flower at last a
pretty pink blossom that looked like
a double daisy, but must have been
something else, because a daisy has
no magic power that I ever heard of.
And when it was found, the turtle
told her to pick the flower and pin
it fast to the front of her dress; which
she did.
By that time the smoke began to
roll out of the giant's chimney in big
black clouds; so the fairy turtle said
the giant must be getting dinner, and
the pot would surely be boiling by
the time they got to the castle.
Twinkle couldn't help being a lit
tle afraid to approach the giant's
stronghold, but she tried to be brave,
and so stepped along briskly until
she came to the fence of iron spikes.
"You must squeeze through be
tween two of the spikes," said the
turtle.
She didn't think it could possibly
be done; but to her surprise it was
quite easy, and she managed to
squeeze through without even tear
ing her dresi. Then she walked up
a great driveway, which was lined
with white skulls of many sheep
which the 'giant had eaten, to the
front door of the castle, which stood
ajar. , -
"Go in," said the turtle; so she
boldly entered and passed down a
high arched hall toward a room in
the rear.
Lawrence, a former Omaha how whn
is learning to use the typewriter and
Kansas City that has bought more
Marjorie Sturdevant of Osceola, i
her sister, Florence. Floyd Timm. I
Francis Bell and Maurine Dahlberg f
roaas arouna usceoia. raargaret A
interesting things that were done
bj Little Folks
May stepped back and they walked
past her. ine big man that had
spoken to her went uostairs. She
heard him open the closet door; she
held her breath. Presently he came
down without the soldier, and call
ing his men he left without saying
a thing to Jessie May. And he was
saved.
Personal I have four words over
250 words. I went over my story
three or four times and left out all
of my unnecessary words. The next
time I write I will try very hard not
to get too many words.
(Honorable Mention.)
Ned's Duties.
By Marie Petersen, Aged 14, Blair,
Nebraska.
Ned was a small lad, with curly
hair and large, dark eyes., A clean,
smiling face appeared from under the
cap. lie stood on a crowded street
corner and sold The Bee newspaper
very rapidly. Although Ned was a
poor boy, he appeared clean
and tidy at his work every morning.
With his money earned by selling pa
pers Ned had to help support his in
valid mother. His brother, who had
answered the call to the colors, had
been killed in France. His mother
received a pension from the govern
ment, which helps to pay on the little
home where Ned and his mother live.
Ned had a large war garden. Every
evening he would work in it. Soon
his4 vegetables were large enough to
selj. His prices were low and many
people bought from him.
He invested a part of his money in
thrift stamps, and the rest of it in the
bank to draw interest. This money
was used during the following winter,
He kept his job selling Bee papers
and earned money that way. it was
Astonlslilng Adventures .ft
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"This is the kitchen." said the tur
tie. "Enter quickly, go straight to
the kettle, and throw me into the
boiling water."
Twinkle entered quickly enough,
but then she stopped short with a
cry of amazement; for there before
her stood the ugly giant, blowing the
fire with an immense pair of bellows.
CHAPTER VII
Prince Mud-Turtle Becomes Prince
Melga.
The giant was as big around as ten
men, and as tall as two: but, having
no bones, he seemed pushed together,
so that his skin wrinkled up like the
sides of an accordeon, or a photo
graph camera, even his face being so
wrinkled that his nose stuck out be
tween two folds of flesh and his eyes
from between two more. In one end
of the kitchen was the great fire
place, above which hung an iron ket
tle with a big iron spoon in it. And
at the other end was a table set for
dinner.
As the giant was standing between
the Settle, and Twinkle, she could not
da as the turtle had commanded, and
throw him into the pot. So she hesi
tated, wondering how to obey the
fairy. Just then the giant happened
to turn around and see her.
"By the whiskers of Gamr.afog
who was one of my ancestors that
was killed by Jack the Giant-Killerl"
he cried, but in a very mild Voice
for so big a person. "Whom have ws
here?"
"I'm Twinkle," said the girl, draw
ing a long breath.
"Then, to pay you for your folly
in entering my castle, I will make
you my slave, and some day, if you're
not good, I'll feed you to my sev-enteen-headed
dog. I never eat lit
tle girls myself. I prefer mutton."
Twinkle's heart almost stopped
beating when , she heard these awful
words. All she could do was to stand
still and lodk imploringly at the giant.
But she held the fairy mud-turtle
clasped tight in her hand, so that the
monster couldn't see it.
"Well, what are you staring at?"
shouted the Corrugated Giant, angri
ly. "Blow up that fire this instant,
slave 1"
He stodd aside for her to pass, and
Twinkie ran at once to the fireplace.
The pot was now before her, and
within easy reach, and it was bubbling
hot.
In an instant she reached out her
hand and tossed the turtle into the
boiling water; and then, with a cry
of horror at her own action, she drew
back to see what w.ould happen.
The turtle was a fairy, all right;
and he had known very well the
best way to break the enchantment
his enemy had put upon him. . For
no sooner had Twinkle tossed him
Into the boiling pot that a great hiss
ing was heard, and a cloud of steam
hid for an instant the fireplace. Then,
as it cleared away, a handsome young
prince stepped gaily forward, fully
armed; for the turtle was again a
fairy, and the kettle had changed
into a strong shield which he bore
upon his left arm, and the iron spoon
was now a long and glittering sword.
(Continued Next Sunday.) ,
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. X. Writ plainly en em side af th
paper only and number the pagm
S. re pea and Ink, not pe-eU.
3. Short and pointed article win be
given w reference. Do not as a-ar
250 words.
4. Original stories a letters atUy
will be used.
5. Writ yasar name, ate and an
dress at the top of the first pas.
a ortie nook will be si Ten
week for the host contribution.
A it it i . all eammnr'leatle-f la
Children's Department, Omaha Boo.
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Ned's duty to earn a living for his
mother.
War Savings Stamps.
By Anton Ort, Aged 12. 1306 South
Third street, Omaha.
One day as little Rosie Stejskal had
$5 she met her friend, Lillie. Lillie
asked Rosie what she was going to
do with it. Rosie answered: "I'm go
ing to buy a . war savings stamp." ,
"Aw, come and buy some candy
"I'm not going to spend my money
for such foolish things; my country
needs this money and I'm going to
give it too, and nobody is going to
stop me."
"Listen Lillie," said Rosie. "think
a minute, think of our boys over thers
lighting for you and for me and for
liberty and Old Glory. And then you
tell me to buy candyl Think of it
Lillie, of our boys; of how they think
if only they could see their wives
or mothers once more. Think of it
Lillie!"
Lillie paused a minute and then she
answered, "I think I shall help too."
Rosie said "Don't you ever tell me to
spend my money like thatl"
"I won't," replied Lillie, "but wait
a minute."
Rosie stopped and said to herself
while Lillie ran into the house, "I'd
like to know what she is going for."
Lillie soon came out with a $5 bill
in her hand, "I'll go with you," she
said.
What do you think thev went far.
.Busy Bees guess. Why they went
to buy each themself a war savings
stamp.
First Letter. . , t
By Bernico Tieditke, Pilger, Neb.
This is my first letter to the Child
ren's page. I am 8 years old. I am
in the fourth grade at school I like
to read the children's stories. I havt
three sisters and three brothers. I
live in town. My mother and father
hava a rtaratirartt T iim. tn thm.
country to stay till school begins. Last
aunaay we went down to the Klkhorn
river and had a picnic, We went in
cars and took our lunch, fish lines,
poles and bathing suits along. W
got t!iere about eleven o'clock.' We
fixed lunch while the men fixed the
fish poles and after lunch we fished a
Jong time. I got three little ones.
After we got tired fishing ws put
on our bathing suits and went in
bathinir. It was the first time I haA
ever been in the water. It was not
deep but I was terribW frightened at
first. I waded arniinri a urhil anf
then a man took me on his back and
swam into the deep water. Oh I that
was fun. , When we got tired being in
the water we dressed and nahed n
while, ate our supper and went home.
T i l... i j
i was wrcu uui n-u a goon time, t
hope to see my letter in print
Patriotic Boy.
By Wilbert John Lapel," Aged It,
Denison, la., R. F. D. 6.
Dear Busy Bee: This is the first
time I have written to the Busy Bet '
page.
i am a member of the Red Cross
and have $10 worth of war saving
stamps, i got the certincate lor tn
best speech on war saving stamps.
vvo nave a program ana a Dicnn
at our school the last day.
1 have a camera and have taken a
few pictures. It is a number 2-A .
camera.
I have one brother, no sisters. His
name is Raymond and is 8 years eld.
He has a bicycle.
VVa milk eight cows. Wt havt
eleven tame rabbits, six old ones and
five young ones.
i live on a -4U-acre farm six and
one-half miles from town. '
We have an automobile. It is an
Overland four,
I hope my letter does not reach Mr
Wastepaper Basket.
A Trip to the State Fisheries. '
By Nellie Tucker, Aged 12, Murray
Neb.
Tt W94 rtn .nnrlav mnrnincr mv
uncle, aunt, cousin and our neigh
bors, five of them, ana ourselves, my
father, mother, brother and I, went
to the state fisheries for the day. We '
took our dinner along. It was a lit -tie
late when we got there and did not
get to do much looking around, before
dinner. We ate our dinner and we
had lots of good things to eat We;
certainly enjoyed it. V
After dinner we all looked around 4
at the fish of all kinds most and
looked over the grounds, which were
very beautiful.
It was very late when we reached
home that night and we were all very
tired. ,
Our Soldier Boys.
By Torn Peterson, Aged IS, Kearney
Neb. Red Side.
As I have not written for a long
time, I thought I would write, and as
it is a time when everybody should
be patriotic and loyal to America, I
composed this little patriotic piece
for The Bee:
They have left their beautiful country;
Left their mothers and wives;
They have gone to save that same eountry -
Yea, and to give up their lives.
They have gone to help the poor Frenchman,
Who to our support they came,
And now when In trouble they need US, -
We will have to do tbern the same.
And that's not all they went for;' ,
Not all for crossing the sea;
They went. In a war for democracy.
That all people might be free.
They came front the g rue-covered meadows, -
From the pities, great and small;
They left their good occupations.
That America might not falL , v .
Now. oh Lord! Lead them to Ylctorri
For mostly for this we pray,
So they may again cross the essan
And wo welcome them home coma ,