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    THE OMAHA SUNDAY BEE: AUGUST 4, 1918.
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DEAR BUSY BEES: 1 am having
the most interesting sort of a
vacation trip right here in Omaha
'and I'll tell you ahout it.
One day in every week I call my
.traveling day and I go tc one of our
Omaha parks and pretend I am a
Stranger sight-seeing,
x This last week I went to Hanscom
park and it's such a pretty placcto
visit. You come in on ' winding
load that leads down tc the lake
where swans and ducks splash and
float on the water. "There is a nice
pavilion there and on beyond a wild
'little creek is ero'ssed by a rustic
.bridge, and here the water lillics grow
Stid tadpoles and frogs leap and swim
iiiong the leaves.
"There is a nice playground near
the band stand where there are
swings and slides andmp on the west
ern slope are the flower beds for
which llanscom park is famous.
Plants from everywhere: cactus,
orchids, palms and ferns, old fashion
ed posies and new varieties of blos
soms make glowing sp Jts of bloom,
and there's an arbor covered with
growing vines where you can sit and
rest and watch the humming birds
and bees buzz around ".he gay bios-,
onis,
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with you and chatter r the birds in
the trees and it's quite like fairyland I
; As you leave the western entrance
the, cannon from the Spanish war,
flanked by a (lower bed in the form
of the American (lag thrills you with
pride for your own country and
bonic.
And
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The met'ibers of the Fisk Bicycle
club of Dundee staged a "nearly" cir
cus Wednesday night for the benefit
of the French orphans and it was a
very novel and successful affair.
Over SoO was Liken in by the
treasurer.
Believe mc, it was a really truly
circus and ended in the regular ap
proved wild west style with a stage
coach holdup! Jean Rcdick was the
fair lady who was rescued from a band
;f warpath Indians by cowboys, who
had a boy scout look.
Oilier girls in the show who acted
as bareback riders and popcorn and
lemonade vendors were Alice Leslie,
Elizabeth Hecox, Jane Hecox, Helen
Hecox, Belle Arey. Mary Edminson,
lane Powell, and little 3-year-old Mol
lie Mclntyre, who did acrobatic
stunts. The boys who took part were
Ralph Church, George Tunnicliff. Ed
ward Rogers, Cameron Millard,
George Redick. Henry Silver, Haw
thorne Arey, Eugene Ely, Loyd Leslie
ind the three Mclntyre boys; Loyd,
Bruce and Jack.
"It's sure a circus to raise money
for, the French kiddies," said the pro
moters of the affair.
Forest Burbank is spending the
month of August at Intertockcn Inn.
Minn. He expects to do some Red
Cross work while he is gone and so
help his mother, rs. B..G. Burbank,
who is an enthusiastic worker for the
unmies.
Dorothy Guckert. Dorothy Sher
nian and Polly Robbins have gone to
Lake Okobogie with the Campfire
GirlsM on their annual outing.
Julia Caldwell has gone to Prior
Lake with her parents to spend the
summer,
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Rachel Harlte left for her home in
Cleveland. O., last Tuesday after
spending a week with her cousin,
Florence May. Rachel and her
mother were on their way home from
a trip to Denver, Colo. While in
Omaha they had some jolly picnic
parties at Carter Lake and attended
the matinee dances at the Field club
Pierrot Goes
Up among the chimnevs tall
Lay the garret of Pierrot.
Here came trooping at his call
Fancies no one else might know;
Here he bade the spiders spin
Webs to hide his treasure in.
Here he heard the night wind
croon
Slumber songs for ileepy-heads;
Here he spied the spendthrift moon
Strew her silver on the leads;
Here he wove a coronet
Of quaint lyrics for Pierrette.
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-But the bugles blew him down
To the fields with war beset;
Marched him past the quiet town,
! Past the window of Pierette;
Jtomrade now of sword and lance,
Pierrette gave his dreams to
j France.
Charlotte Becker in Everybody's.
T BEE SOCIETY 535
NOTE Busy Bees will please
sena tneir society ucms t.o mar- &
garet Shotwell, Busy Bee So-
ciety Editor, care Bee office.
If you were giving your lirst party
wouldn't you be excited about it? Ed
ward Sumner Slater, the small son
of Mr. and Mrs. E. M. Slater, gave
his first pary at the Field club matinee
dance Friday, True, his guests were
most too small to tread the latest
measures, but they romped and played
and invented their own dances and
had a wonderful time.
Edward enjoyed being host very
much and is planning on having an
other party very soon and talks about
his little friends and the fun they had
together all the time.
The 14 little people who sat down
to the prettily decorated table for ice
cream were Joclync James, Marjorie
Mauley,. Marion Johnson, Joan Milli
ker, Mary Jane Du Rcll, Harriette
Gould, Gordon Shotwell. Hudson
Shotwell, Edward Lcary, Billy Dun
ham,; Joe Barker, Carson Rogers,
Thomas Malony and Edward Sum
ner Slater.
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Yimg Knitters $
The Red Cross knitting class of
Davenport, Neb., has sent a quilt that
they knitted themselves for the use of
sick Sammies in the hospital. This
quilt is very gay indeed and has the
American flag, the Red Cross of
mercy and many other interesting
things knitted in its pretty squares.
The children who did the work arc
Verda Townsend, Ruth Surber, Fran
ces Bolton, Wilda Bates, Ella Bates,
Lucile Rogers, Hazel Busch, Gail
Smith, Louise Miller, Ellis Britten
ham, Lester Miller. Charles Woolsey,
Clyde Striggow. Clinton Surber. Ed
ward Rogers, Pearl Graham, Sybil
Welch, Gladys Bates, Ethel Lawric.
Violet Welch, Burr Dewell, Mildred
Cochran, Daniel Townsend, Nell
Woolsey, Bennie Milbourne, Ralph
Walker, Freddie Striggow, Ray Rin
ger and Eldon Harrington.
On the Quiet,
Food Hoarder I wonder ,what
would be the best way to conceal
these three barrels of sugar.
His Wife Why not write to your
cousin in Maine, and ask her how
they hide their whisky? Ijife.
Twinkle
(Copyright, 1911, by Rellly Brltton Co.)
CHAPTER VIII.
Twinkle Receives a MedaL
The giant gave a roar like that of a
baby bull when he saw Prince Melga
standing before him, and in a twink
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Ells. Betty Sheets
Allow us to introduce Mademoi
selle Betty Sheets from Paris. This
little 8-year-old miss has lived nearly
all her life in France, but the deadly
aeroplanes which hover over Paris
frightened this little girl's mother and
father so badly that they came to
America. You have. read about the
German airmen who throw bombs on
the helpless people in the towns and
you can just imagine how frightened
Betty was when they all had to run to
the cellars to escape being killed. She
has nearly forgotten about those
times now, though, for she is having
such a lovely time visiting with Mr.
and Mrs. R. B. Howell.
Betty's daddy has gone back to
France very recently to help our sol
dier boys in the Young Men's Chris
tian association huts. Betty and her
mother will stay in peaceful America
until the war is over.
Worais ffr Sale J
Frederick Abel lives away off in
Brooklyn, N. Y., and writes that he
has a large war garden that he cares
for and that a garden club has been
formed by boys and girls of his neigh
borhood. The members of this club
have a most unusual way of earning
money for thrift stamps, and this is
what it is.
It seems that this year Brooklyn gar
dens have been in danger of being
eaten up by caterpillars and so the
members of the garden club asked
their fathers what they would pay
to have the caterpillars killed. "One
cent for each worm," was the answer,
and now all the children are busy kill
ing the hairy, hungry worms.
Frederick has killed hundreds of
them and has over $50 in thrift stamps
already. He says that he knows that
caterpillars are pro-German 1
Mother's Birds.
By Dorothy Sherman, Aged 13 Years,
132 North Thirty-eigth Avenue,
Omaha.
Down in the orchard, under the trees,
There played the children, busy as
bees;
Each had her dolly to.love and caress.
While all centered 'round the wee
baby Bess.
Then, when mother called from the
stoop,
They started home, a tired-out group.
Each her supper soon was fed
And, hugging her dolly, went to bed.
They, like the birds, when in want of
rest,
Had come back home to, the little
nest.
So, when the sun set, golden red,
"Good night, dear mother, good i
night," they said.
mA CtafeMm
ling he had caught up a big club that
stood near and began whirling it over
his head. But before it could de
scend, the prince ran at him and stuck
his sword as far as it would go into
the corrugated body of the giant.
Again the monster roared and tried
Little Stories
(Prize Story.)
Wise Little Hans.
By Marie Christenson. Aged 12. Alvo,
Neb.
My Dear Busy Bees: This is my
first letter:
Hans was a little 13-year-old boy,
who bad lived alone with his father
in Berlin,
One day he said, "Father, why don't
you go to America? I read you could
make more money and l know they
have a better government." (This was
25 vears before the war).
His father didn't want to go. He
said, "This is my favorite country.''
Then the boy grew angry, tor he
didn't like Germany's ruling and ways.
He went down to the seaport. Hans
then thought his father would not
know he was going. He wrote him
a letter, telling him. He would soon
be out of this ill-governed land.
One of his friends let him work his
was across on his ship. When he
landed in New York he got a posi
tion as an office boy. He soon worked
his way up until he was junior partner
I of his before-called employers. He
j then sent word to his father, only to
I learn from one of his friends that his
father had died in the poor house.
I He kept earning money until he
w as 35 years old and a rich man.
Then he bought Liberty bonds, gave
to the Red Cross, to the Young Men's
Christian association and joined the
army. He is now righting gloriously
"over there." This is not a true
story.
(Honorable Mention.)
Joan's Hardships.
By Marian Miner, Aged 10, Wayne.
Neb.
Joan was a little French girl who
lived near the fighting line.
Every night she could hardly sleep
because of the cannons roaring and
shells bursting.
There also was another little girl
who lived in New York City and was
very rich. Her mother and father
had never helped in buying war sav
ings stamps and Liberty bonds. The
rich girl's name was Alice. She had
never helped win the war.
Oneway a telegram came to Alice's
father saying he was drafted.
Her father went.
Two years later her father came
back, bringing Joan with him.
Alice's mother adopted Joan and Alice
was very happy.
Millicent's Letter.
By Milliccnt Schucrtlcy, Aged 9,
Mondamin, la.
Dear Busy Bees: This is my first
letter to the Busy Bees. 1 like to
read the letters other boys and .-jirls
write, so I thought I would write, too
I set two old hens niyself; I gave
them 15 eggs apiece, and they
each hatched 12 chicks. In my war
garden I planted two rows of lettuce,
two rows of radishes, two rows of
string beans and two rows of peas.
I had to hoc it myself. One day the
hired man brought me a tiny balv
rabbit that he had found in the field
I picked clover and grass for it to
eat. When the hot days came 1
turned it loose. I have a baby sis'.er,
8 months old; her name is Porotliy
Lucille; her twin brother did not
live. We hated to lose him; his name
was Cyril F-iigene. I help mamma
lots by taking care of sister and
gathering eggs and feeding chickens
I will be in the fourth grade at school
next year. 1 live five miles from
town, just out of the consolidated dis
trict, so I go to country school.
have an uncle in France. He has
becen there over a year. I hope to
see my letter in print.
Two Friends.
By Corinne Carlson, Aged 10 Years,
and livadine Martinson, Aged
10 Years, Mead, Neb.
Dear Busy Bees: We thought we
would write you a letter. We are
two friends. We have many good
times together. We live in town. We
go to school and arc in the sixth
grade. Our folks take the Daily Bee
and Corinne's take the Sunday Bee
also. We enjoy reading the Busy
Bees' Page and Dreamland Advent
ures very much. Corinne has 3 sis
ters. Evadine has seven sisters 'and
one brother. We are both saving our
money for Thrift Stamps. Corinne
earns money by helping her mother.
Evadine earns money by helping her
neighbor. Corinne has $25 worth in
War Savings Stamps that her father
gave her. Evadine has $10 worth in
i War Savings Stamps that her father
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to fight, but the sword had hurt him
badly, and the prince pushed it into
the evil creature again and again,
until the end came, and his corrugated
enemy rolled over upon the floor quite
Jim Crow and Little Pink
Bonnet
The Squirrel
(From' an old atory book.)
"Bumpety, bumpety, bump,
With a hop, a skip and a jump,
My mother said, "Daughter,
Bring me some water.
There's a good child, from the
pump."
Whoever is at the pump?
"Jumpetey, jumpety, jump.
"My name is Jim Crow,
It's my pump, you know,"
Stumpety, stumpety, stump.
Trumpery, trumpery, .trump,
"YYou know that it isn't your
pump,
It's mother's, and so
Make haste and go,"
Said little Pink Bonnet,
"You've no business on it "
Jumpety, jumpety, jump
by Little Flks
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gave her. Corinne has a $50 Liberty
Bond. In the school months we used
to ravel scraps of flannel into threads;
then the older pupils stuffed it into j
pillows for the Red Cross. Evadinc
is also knitting this summer. We hope
our letter will be published. We will
write again.
How Laviriae was Hurt.
Thelma Deles Dernier, Elmwood,
Neb., Aged 9 Years. Blue Side.
Dear Busy Bees: This is the third
time I have written to this page.
One day at school we were tcter
totering on the tetertoter and one of
the children jumped off and my leach
ed jumped off, too. And as the other
end went up Lavinae caught her finger
between the boards and my teacher
just started to get on, and Lavinae
began to cry and the teacher got off
and took it out, then washed it and
it was all right. .
I wish some of the Busy Bees
would write to me. I hope Mr. Waste
Basket is out swimming when you
get this letter.
An Indian
By Lillie M. Daw, Aged 13, Oakland,
la, Jv, r D., No. 1.
I received the prize book several
weeks ago and I thank you very
much. 1 will write a story about an
Indian.
One day when Helen Brooks was
15 years old she was left at home to
do up her work while her parents
went visiting. While they were gone
an Indian came toward the house.
Helen was very frightened and the
Indian knocked at the door, Helen
went to the door, but she was pale
with fright. The Indian looked at
her and said "you frightened, Mc
not hurt you. Me am tired and wants
a drink of sweet milk." Helen now
was not so frightened as she was at
first, so she said, ''Come in and have
dinner." The Indian accepted and
ate heartily. When he was through
!: "FOUMIEUTE MAW
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Little Knox Price, the youngest
"Four-Minute Man" on Uncle Sam's
staff of war speakers, is delivering
daily to the theatergoers in San Fran
cisco a compelling anneal to toe the
scratch and do their "bit"-in the war.
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dead.
Then the fairy turned to Twinkle,
and kneeling before her he kissed her
hand.
"Thank you very much," he said, in
a sweet voice, "for setting me free.
You arc a very brave little girl!"
"I'm not so sure about that," she
answered. "I-was dreadfully scared!"
Now he took her hand and led her
from the castle; and she didn't have to
squeeze through the fence again, be
cause the fairy had only to utter a
magic word and the gdfe flew open.
And when they turned to look back,
the castle of the Corrugated Giant,
with all that it had contained, had
vanished from sight, never to be seen
again by either mortal or fairy eyes.
For that was sure to happen when
ever the giant was dead.
The prince led Twinkle into the
valley where the fairy palaces stood,
and told all his people, when they
crowded around to welcome him, how
kind the little girl had been to him,
and how her courage had enabled him
to defeat the giant and to regain his
proper form. And all the fairies
praised Twinkle with kind words, and
the lovely Queen Flutterlight, who
seemed altogether too young to be the
mother of the handsome prince, gave
to the child a golden medal with a tiny
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TO RUTH i
Up in the air, in the tall rope swing, j
e liked it as well as anything. j
We could reach the high boughs of the locust trees, 'j
And hear the loud humming of the bumble bees. !
In the grove were hammocks swaying,
'Round the see-saw birds were playing
What a lovely place to be,
What a happy time had we.
"Giggy" was Ruth's sister's name;
She sometimes. joined us in our game.
But, alasl came news one day
Ruth was going to move away. ,
But the swing that we loved so well
Was left behind, I'm sorry to tell.
The see-saw, it was taken along,
And the trees all sighed a farewell song.
But her new home wasn't so far away
But what I could sometimes go and play,
When I first went there I thought 1 heard,
"Welcome 1 Welcome I" from a singing bird.
And we now take dancing lessons together,
And we go in bright or rainy weather.
Just for the chance to meet again,
We two, happv, life-long friends.
Elizabeth Paffenrath, Aged 11.
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he said you good lady, you kind to
poor Indian. Indian never forget,
and he walked away.
After that he was never seen until
one day when he came through the
country selling baskets. He came to
the house and Helen bought a
basket, but he would not take pay
for it. He said: "No, No. You were
kind to poor Indian when he was tired
and hungry. Me told you Indian
never forget. This is my pay for it.
Helen looked at him and saw it was
the same Indian, so she was glad that
she had given him dinner. For it
was a very beautiful basket.
Well, I hope this is in print and I
hope the Busy Bees will like it.
The Penny.
By Rosie Prazak, Aged 12 Years,
Clarkson, Neb. Blue bide.
Dear Busy Bees: This is my first
letter and I wish to join the Blue bide
Long, long ago, I was a piece of
copper. One day my triends and 1
were having a nice time, when we
heard a noise. It was so near us that
we were frightened and did not know
what to do. All at once it became
very light and nearly made me blind.
I was taken up by a man and put
into a cart with many of my friends.
We were very sorry to leave our home
and were taken to a building atd
washed off so that we would be clean.
We were " put in a big kettle to
melt. It was very hot. After we
were smelted we had to go through
a tube into another kettle, where we
were melted.
Then we went through another long
tube into a big iron pan. Here we
were left to cool and harden. We
were then shaped into pennies.
We were left to get real Jjard and
then wc were put into the register.
There were many strange people
there. They. did not care for me and
talked about me. This made mc very
sad. After a while I was taken out
and given to a little girl. She lost me
and a man found me and with some
other pennies and me he bought a war
savings stamp. I think I helped in this
war, too.
How Claud and Lily Earned a Living;
By Frances Tomjack, Aged 13, Ew
ing, Neb. Red Side.
Claud and Lily's father and mother
were dead and they had to work
very hard for a living.
They, Claud and Lily, owned a
small five-acre piece of land, of which
they made good use.
Lily was 17 years of age and Claud
was 21. Their mother died at Lily's
birth and their father some three
years later.
The children had been taken care
of by an old lady called "Mother
Brown" until Claud should become of
age, so as to work on their small
piece of ground.
The first year Lily planted a large
garden. Claud bought a cow with
the money he had earned. They were
getting along nicely when war was
declared. Claud was drafted in the
first draft and went to the training
camps a few days later. Lily was
left all alone and she felt very sad
when Claud went awfcy, but s.ill she
was glad to think that he was serving-
their country to help win t' :
war.
But in her sorrow Lily did not
forget herself.
, What was she going to do? First
of all, she would start to economize,
in case Claud would not come back.
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Their AstoziisMng Adventures
in Natural Fairyland
mud-turtle engraved upon one side
of it.
Then, after a fine feast had been
prepared, and the little girl had eaten,
all she could ot the tairy sweetmeats,
she told Prince Melga she would like
to go home again-
"Very well," said he. "Don't for
get me, Twinkle, although we prob
ably shall neyer meet again. I'll send
you home quite as safely as you came,
but as your eyes have been rubbed
with the magic maita-leaf, you will
doubtless always see many strange
sights that are hidden from other
mortals." , -
"I don't mind," said Twinkle.
Then she bade goodby to the fai
ries, and the prince spoke a magic
word. There was another rush of
wind, and when it had passed Twinkle
found herself once more in the back
yard at home.
As she sat upon the grass rubbing
her eyes and wondering at the strange
adventure that had befallen her, her
mamma came out upon the back porch
and said: '
"Your turtle has crawled out of the
tub and run away."
"Yes," said Twinkle. "I know, and
I'm glad of it!"
But she kept her secret to herself.
(New Story Next Week'1
At the end of one month after Claud
went away Lily received a letter from
Claud in which he sent her hit first
month's pay. She took this lonev
and bought everything she needed
for canning purposes. Then she
canned all the vegetables and .ruit
that she could, so she would have
something to eat in the winter. Then
another idea came to her. She would
let the place and go and work out,
She sold everything she had canned
and made about $20 profit on it. Then
she rented the place for a modert-te
sum. She also rented the cow with
the place. She hired herself for a
stenographer for a wealthy mcrchanf
for $65 per month. V
Working for Red Cross. t
By Virginia Suddarth, aged 9, 241?
Faraon St., St. Joseph, Mo., Blue Side'
Dear Busy Bees: My father has
taken your paper for some time, but
I have never written to you before.
I thought I would tell you how we
Missouri children raise money for
the Red Cross. Seven little girls of
our neighborhood gave an entertain
ment Wednesday evening, June J9t,
for the benefit of the Red Cross, on.
the lawn of Mrs. J. T. Trcnery's hotncv '
The entertainment was arranged,
managed and staged by the children '
alone. The program nvas as fol-.
lows: ' ('-
Choru "Over There'
Hon "I Don't Want to Oet Well"
Hawaiian Dance (In Costume)
Song ."Irfinj Boy" (In Coetumi!)
Recitation "The Swing"
Son .."Juet a Baby'e Prayer at TwlllKht"
Recitation ......Summer Buo".-
Solo Dane :.
Recitation "Qrandma'a Angel" .
t.'haracterltatlon "Kparalnondat"
Dance, the Minuet (Colonial Coitumee) . . . I
Ctiorua "Star Spangled Banner;;'-
We worked hard, but enjoyed it
greatly, and we were happy to turn,
over to the Red Cross the sum of $6, ;' ,
the proceeds of our entertainment. t
Little Patriots.
By Margaret Craft, Aged 12 Years...
Sidney, la. ;
Dear Busy Bees: I would like' ta !
join the Red side.
Billy was a little boy ot years,1 -with
brown curly hair and blue eyes. 1
He lived on a big ranch in Wyo-
ming. ., "'1.
His father offered him thrift
stamii a oound for gathering wool '
off of fences and brush that the sheeji r
had caught when roaming around, v
Bi lv was very pleased with tocn
bargain and when he went to school",
the next day he told his friends.
Thev went home and told their oaa- r
dies. They all decided to go out and .
gather it, except one little girl, who
was poor and had to stay home and -work.
They did it all vacation and":
bought the little poor girl a war sav-
ing stamp.
My First Letter. rti
By Rose Zeleny, Aged 12 Years,.::
L,inwood, jncd. i Of
Dear Busy Bees: This is my first '
letter I have written to you. I enjoy. ;
the page very much. ';.
I have ?5 worth ot war savings -j.
stamps. 1 am trying to save my.,
money to buy war savings stamps.
I hone mv letter escapes Air. waste-
paper Basket, for I really would like ,
to see my first letter in print.
I live on a farm. 1 like it tine, i
am in the seventh grade in school. ,
will go to town school next year. v .-
Well. I must close. 1 will write a
longer letter next time I write.
would like to hear from some of the j
readers. I
Little Polly.
By Evadine Martinson, Aged 10
xears, Mead, eb. : ,i
I have a dear little dolly.
Fler name is Polly. ;
I used to sit and sew
Hats and dresses for her. 1
But now we have to sit i
And for the soldiers knit
And hoe and weed our garden r
For the .soldier3 Over There
Must have food and clothing
If we intend them to fight. n ;t
So let us put our dear little dollies '
Away in the trunk,
And after the war is over . -J j
We can play with our dollies once -more.
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A Change.
By Ida M. Crowe, Aged 14 Years,';1.
Torrington, Wyo.
Through the long summer afternoon,',, 4
We used to sit and crochet; i)u
While we hummed a merry tune
Or 'watched some children play. :" V-c' i
But now we sit at the morning tidei'
And knit all the live long day; '
And sew in the Red Cross rooms be-." '
side,
Till the sun has take.i its westward.
way. ' . ,
So we'll knit for the Red Cross, and (
sew for it, too; , J
For our work will ne'er be a loss;
And we'll be helping our country so ?l
true. '