THE OMAHA SUNDAY 13 EE: AUGUST 18, 1918.
pt(sM' Pag 90
PIN
a
TL -
Tl
Busy
Little
Makairi
to
. M. ji - i I - i UL
4..;.h.44.M - MWM - W
WAitiAR r-rc fruit fiftorv
- En the
D
EAR Busy Bees: I know all
of us Busy Bees likebon-bons,
and now that we have to save
on sugar we can change our candy
bon-bons into "Liberty band-bons."
It's great fun to make Liberty
bon-bons into "Liberty bond-bons."
saving and take all the determination
you have , and mix it with an equal
amount of self-sacrifice. Then stir a
heart full of patriotism and loyalty
and pour all this American mixture
into a Liberty bond mould and spread
victory over the top.
Try it, Busy Bees, and I'm sure you
will find that Liberty bond-bons mean
, more to you than candy and sweets.
Lovingly, MARGARET.
Patriotic Party.
(Annabelle and Charles Kise, the
children of Mr. and Mrs. Charles Kise,
entertained their little friends at a
patriotic party Thursday afternoon at
the Prettiest Mile club. Red, white
and blue favors and decorations made
the club house gay, and an informal
program was given by the children.
Those who did not care for dancing
' played games and had a very jolly
afternoon. The guests were: Jan
nette Wilcox, Ruth Schwager, Edith
Haynes, Phyllis Powell, Jeanette
Wonder, Betty Kaven, Helen Thomp
son, Emily Marsden, Jean Coonley,
- Georgia Kniprath, Lyle Robin
son, Lois Brown, Dorothy
Lang, Almira Hess, Juanita
Johnson, Marie Deshilos, Mar
inrii Corev. Nellie Dimick, Cath
erine Foote, Helen Butler, Jeanette I
Driebus, Helen fronarai, r-aun
Haynes, Jean Hite7 Enola Askerman,
Margaret Weymiller, Allie Phippen,
-Ruth Corea, Louise Corea, Helen
Grey, Mildred Stuben, Evelyn Over,
Francis Harrison, Charlotte Pipkin,
Merle Temple, Florence May and
Charles Schwager, Harry Crawford.
Dewitt Green, Glen Thompson, Al
bert Wahl, Vance Wonder, Shirley
Hart, Billy Pratt, Loraine Brain,
Lynn Sholes, Harld Denham, Charles
Gallup, Donald Mertaugh, John Hite,
Charles Matthews, Arthur Dunn and
Edward May.
Birthday Party.
Kathryn Alleman celebrated her
birthday Thursday afternoon and
asked a number of her friends to the
dahcine oartv at Happy follow club,
The little girls in their party frocks
and boys.in their party manners, made
a very pretty' picture as they enjoyed
the dances. Ihe euests were lane
Atkins, Jean Borglum, Janice O'Brien,
Marearet Alleman, Marion Urlolt,
Betty. Watkins, Marion Watkins, Bea
trix Manley, jean juaftaams, Virginia
Tubbs, Edna May Tubbs, Jane Mor
ton, Margaret Shotwell and Sam
Wertheimer, Phillip Werner, Russel
Dreibus, Parke O'Brien, Dawson
Adams, Marvin Lungren and Joe Mc
Cleneghan. Florence May's Party.
Florence May entertained a moth
ers' and daughters' party at the Field
club Friday afternoon. -The children
danced and the mothers watched
them and had as gbod a time as the
little folks.
Picnic at Manawa.
Few children can entertain their
birthday party guests as did little
Miss Janie Palm, daughter of Mr.
and Mrs. Carl I. Palm; who cele
brated her birthday Wednesday. This
city is the home of Miss Janice and
-her parents nine months of the year,
but three months during the summer
are spent at Lake Manawa, where
her father serves the street railway
company as manager of the park.
Wedneshay Miss Janice celebrated,
having as her guests Norman and
Bobby Swanson, Dorothy Spellman,
v A
' (Eoonilby to the Farm x
' By Elizabeth Paffenrath, t
.;; Aged io.
Over in the orchard, where
pears and plums all grow,
i And into the fields of daisies,
X where dolly and I go.
V
-X
And through the great pastures,
where the horses neigh,
Those are the places where
V dolly and I like to stay,
But now these dear places we ?
X must both leave,
And to go, 'tis too sad to be-
i Keve. X
X But come, rlollv dear, we must A
hurry along,
So "Goodby to the farm," they X
both sang as a song.
The buggy is waiting for dolly X
and v . X
'Tis right by the field, which is a
very close by, 4
"Please come and see us, dear X
farm, oh, do.'' !
Now "Goodby to the farm and $
goodby to you." $
ljfr.fr ; ; i .; flH"WMH-'"M"M4
BmY BEE SOCIETY
- . OTE Busy Bees will please
X garet Shotwell, Busy Bee So- & ;
f ciety Editor, -care Bee office. y '
"()
i1 .r. j-rt- A .t.-. A.. Jt-t. .. J-A A .r. . A AAV
TrmnnrTTrTrT t .
and Harry and Elizabeth Jones, all of
Omaha; Phillis .Bender, olleen McCoy-and
Billy Schneidiwine of Coun
cil Bluffs.
They played games in the children's
playground at the park; they rode on
the merry-go-'round, the miniature
railway and the roller, coaster until
they were "tired, enjoyed a delightful
luncheon in the lake shore cafeteria,
took a launch ride across the lake,
went in bathing, and then watched
the movies until they ' could stay
awake no longer.
Sunday School Party.
The members of the King's Herald
society of Hanscome Park Methodist
church entertained 28 of their little
friend, all under 5 years old, at a
Saturday evening party at the home
of Mr. and Mrs. Albert E. Parmelee.
3504 Poppleton avenue. f
This society dees many .interesting
things to help the missionaries in
Japan and India.
They make ironing board covers,
aprons and comfort protectors,
which they sell Jo their friends, and
since their work is very neat and
pretty, they always have more cus
tomers than they can supply.
The members of the society who
acted as hostesses Saturday evening
were Grace Anderson, Mary Clark,
Lina Taylor, Annabelle Kise, Au
drey Corey, Betty Smith, Phillio
Reiff, Eleen Spence, Charlotte Pip
kin. Helen Haines. Dorothy Crawford
Lyle Robinson, Dorothy
and Pauline Parmelee.
Parmelee
Judge Ltadlsey Flakes Friends With French Utiles f
it ; fi-ifla v-v vVs1 a f '
.v.fc-..svwv:.v.WA.wwww
JUpGK IINDAY AND FreEU-iCl-l KJUPItiS".
Judge Ben Lindsey, of Denver, Colo., trying to amuse a few little
French kiddies in Paris.
. . .
V-.V-',V- -V-
Twimlkte
By LAURA BANCROFT
Copyright, 1911, ty Rellly & Brltton Co.
CHAPTER IV.
The Dancing Bear.
REALLY," said Twinkle, as "she
began picking the berries and
putting them into her pail. "I
didn't know so many things could
talk."
"It's because you are in the part
of the gulch that's enchanted," an
swered the Rolling Stone. "When
you get home again, you'll think this
is all a dream."
"I wonder if it isn't !"rshe suddenly
cried, stopping to look around, and
then feeling of herself carefully. "It's
usually the way in all the fairy stories
that papa reads to me. I don't re
member going to sleep any . time;'
but perhaps I did, after all.
"Don't let that worry you," said the
Stone, making a queer noise that
Twinkle thought was meant for - a
laugh. "If you wake up, you'll be
sorry you didn't dream longer; and
if you find you haven't been asleep,
this will be a wonderful adventure."
"That's true enough, the girl an-i
swered, and again began filling her
pail with the berries. "When I tell
mama all this, she will laugh, and pinch
my cheek, and say I'm like Alice in
Wonderland, or Dorothy in the Land
of Oz."
Just then she noticed something
big and black coming around the
bushes from the other side, and her
heart beat a good deal faster when
fS h e saw before her a great b?ar
,"MH'WM'M4-
Children In War Times &
The children of the Vinton sjhool
have knitted some very attractive
quilts for the Nebraska base hopital
unit No. 49. The boys as well "as
the girls did their share, and :t's hard
to tell who did the nicest A-ork, for
the stitches .are so even and fine.
A group of children in Deer Park
had a lemonade day for the Red
Cross and made $3.90 for the Deer
Park auxiliary. The little lemonade
venders were Virginia Stoltenberg,
Dorothv Socgaard, Donald Soe-
gaard, Quentn Mclntyre, Marie Stol
tenbeig, Helen Stepanck, Irma Ste
panck and Frances Mclntyre.
Valeria Rohr, the daughter of Mr.
'and Mrs. F. F. Rohr, has almost 100
hours on her Red Cross service card.
Valeria likes to work in surgical
dressings and can fold and pack r.l
most as quickly as her mother.
Party for Visitors.
Mrs. F. S. Martin entertained for
her niece, Sarah Martin, of New
York City, at the Happy Hollow
matinee dance Thursday. Sarah has
just returned from a month's auto
trip through Colorado and the Yel
lowstone park. Mr. Martin drove
the car and Mrs. Martin and Sarah's
cousin, Frederick, made up the
party.
Flora Root is spending the week
iti Lincoln with Carol Stroud. Carol
visited Flora not long ago and a nuni-
! ber of informal parties were, given
for her.
.
il
and QmhMni
standing on his rear legs beside her.
He had a little red cap on his head
that was kept in place by ,a band of
rubber elastic. His eyes were small,
but round and sparkling, and there
seemed to be a smile upon his face,
for his white teeth showed in two
long rows.
"Don't be afraid," called out the
Rolling Stone; "it's only the Dancing
Bear."
"Why should the child be afraid?"
asked ihe bear, speaking in a low,
soft tone that reminded her of 'the
purring f a kitten. ."No one ever
heard of a Dancing Bear hurting any
body. We're about the most harm
less things in the world."
"Are you really a Dancing Bear?"
ask$d Twinkle, curiously.
"I am, my dear," he replied, bowing
low and then folding his arms proudly
as he leaned against a big rock that
was near. "I wish there was someone
' here who cOuld tell you what a fine
dancer I am. It wouldn't be modest
for me to praise myself, you know."
"I s'pose not," said Twinkle. "But
if you're a Dancing Bear, why don't
you dance?"
"There it isagainl' cried the Rolling
Stone. "This girl Twinkle wants to
keep everybody moving. She wouldn't
believe, at first, that I was a Rolling
Stone, because I was lying quiet just
then. And now she won't believe
you're a dancing bear, because you
don't eternally keep dancing."
"Well, there's same sense in that,
after all," declared the Bear. "I'm
only a Dancing Bear while I'm danc
ing, to speak the eact truth; and
you're only a Rolling Stone while
you're rolling."
. "I beg to disagree with you," re
turned the Stone, in a cold voice.
"Well, don't let us quarrel, on any
account," said the Bear. "I invite
you both to come to my cave and
see me dance. Then Twinkle will be
sure I'm a Dancing Bear."
"I haven't filled my pail yet." said
the little girl, "and I've got to get
enough berries for papa's supper."
"I'll help you." replied the Bear
politely: and at once he began to
pick berries and to put them into
Twinkle's pail. , His big paws looked
Kiddie Sisters Preve They
i
Constance and Katherine Luudquist, 6 and 8 years old respectively, are
probably the greatest swimmers of their age in the country. Both young
sters have performed for the Red Cross, Liberty loans, Y. M. C. A. and
many other charitable war activities. Constance has a record for the mile
swim of one hour and 39 minutes, while her sister, Katherine, swam a
mile and a quarter in one hour and 13 minutes. Both are stars in high and
fancy diving. With them in the picture is H. J. Grieser, their swim
ming instructor. ,
es
Bine s song of Thrift Slampe "
Sixteen In a row,
Take them to the postman
AdjH thirteen cents or so
Changs them for a War Stamp
And then you'll happy be,
For you will get five dollar
In nineteen twenty-three.
Will he glad to have my little Busy
Bee friends send me war jingles that
they write themselves, The best ones
will be published each week. Mar
garet. Gertrude Kinsler is a very busy lit
tle lady these days, for she spends a
great deal of her time at the Red
Cross inspection warehouse, where
she works in the hospital supply de
partment. Gertrude hates to think
that all the garments and bedding
packed from this department will be
used by our sick Sammies, for she has
o.
very clumsy and awkward, but it was
cstonishing how many blueberries
the Bear could pick with them. Twin
kle had hard work to keep up with
him, and almost before she realized
how .fast they had worked, the little
pail was full and overflowing with
fine, plump berries.
"And now," said the' Bear, "I will
show you the way to, my cave."
He took her hand in his soft paw
and began leading her along the side
of the steep hill, "while the Stone
rolled busily along just behind them.
But they had not gone gar before
Twinkle s foot slipped, and in trying
to save herself from falling she pushed
hard against the Stone and tumbled
it from the pathway.
"Now you've done itl" growled the
Stone, excitedly, as it whirled around.
"Here I go, for I've lost my balance
and I can't help myselfl"
Even as he spoke the big round
stone was flying down the side of the
gulch, bumping against the hillocks
and bits of rock sometimes leaping
into the air and then clinging close to
the ground, but going faster every
minute.
"Pear me," said Twinkle, looking
after it; "I'm afraid the Rolling Stone
will get hurt." .
"No danger of that," replied the
Bear. "It's as hard as aock, and not
a thing in the gulch could hurt it a
bit. But our friend would have to
roll a long time to get back here
again, so we won't wait. Come along,
my dear."
He held out his paw again, and
Twinkle took it with' one of her hands
while she carried the pail with the
other, and so managed to get over
the rough ground very easily.
CHAPTER V.
The Cave of the Waterfall.
Before long they came to the en
trance to the cave, and as it looked
dark and gloomyv fr0m without,
Twinkle drew back and said she
guessed she wouldn't go in.
"But it's quite light inside," said
the bear, "and there's a pretty water
fall there, too. Don't be afraid.
Twinkle; I'll take good care of you."
So the girl plucked up courage and
Are EemarkaMe Swimmers
a tender heart and can't bear to think
of our brave boy sick and injured.
Although her heart is often sad, her
fingers are busy, folding and counting
and tying the whole day long.
A ,
:j; Ho ace to Print
? The Busy Bee editor regrets
T there is no space this week to"
X print the very excellent letters
? received from'
f Rachel Avering, Red Cloud,
t Neb.
S Dorothy Morris, Villisca, la.
Georgia Nargren, Phillips,
Neb.
, Ethel Challburg, Potter, Neb.
X Vera Peaker, Overton, Neb.
"A City Adventure" by Cin
Y deretta Guthmann, Plainview,
X Neb.
-1 I i- -I I 1--5 -J I- -t I- -I I i- -I -1 -t- -1- -t- -J- -5- -S-
' .
.0
o
permitted him to lead her into the
cave; and then she was glad she had
j ..c !.:.... ;,( .,
i 1 1 1 f liisifiii in in niu a naiu vv. i
For the place was big and roomy,
and there were many cracks in the
roof, that admitted plenty of light
and air. Around the side walls were
several pairs of big ears, which seem
ed to have been carved out of the
rock. These astonished the little girl.
"What are the ears for?" she asked.
"Don't walls have ears where you
live?" returned the Bear, as if sur
prised. "I've heard they do," she answered,
"butvl've never seen any before."
At the back of the cave was a little
tinkling waterfall, that splashed into
a pool beneath with a sound that was
very like music. Near this was a
square slab of rock, a little raised
above the level of the floor.
"Kindly take a scat, my dear," said
the Bear, "and I'll try to amuse you,
and at the same time prove that I
can dance."
So to the music of the waterfall the
Rear began dancing. He clinched
upon the flat stone, made a graceful
bow to Twinkle, nd then balanced
himself first upon one foot and then
upon the other, and swung slowly
around in a circle, and then, back
again.
"How do you like it?" he asked.
"I don't care much for it." said
Twinkle. "I believe I could do bet
ter myself."
"But you are not a bear," he artr
swered. "Girls ought to dance
better than bears, you know. But not
every bear can dance. If I had a hand
organ to make the music, instead of
this waterfall, I might do better."
"Then I wish you had one," said
the girl.
The Bear began dancing again, and
this time he moved more rapidly and
shuffled his feet feet in quite a funny
manner. He almost fell off the slab
once -or twice, so anxious was he
to prove he could dance. And once
he tripped over his own foot, which
made Twinkle laugh.
Just as he was finishing his dance
a strange voice cried out:
"For bearl" and a green monkey
Little Stories
(Prize Letter.)
Brave French Girl.
By Lucite Bauer, aged 12, Atwood,
Kan., Blue Side.
Joan was a lktle French girl who
lived with her father in northern
France. Her mother was dead and
her father was an army officer.
When her father was called to the
front he said to her, "I'm otT for the
front but I'm entrusting in your care
some important papers. If the Ger
mans should advance this far, hide
those and yourself." Then lie kissed
lier and was gone.
Each dav the Germans drew closer
to the village and each day Joan
would save part of her ration so she
would have it if the Germans should
enter the town.' When the Germans
did enter the village the only house
that was not blown to pieces was
Joan's home, this he general used as
his office. The soldiers searched the
house but found nothing.
That evening the general gathered
his officers about him and said: "We
will strike 3:45 a. in. on 15th.
Where was Joan?
In the old ivy covered well with
the papers and food she had saved.
She heard the message and tomorrow
would be the 12th. She must get to
her father and tell him.
When all were asleep she crawled
out, put the ivy back in place and
started on her journey. n
She reached her father next day
and that night the Germans were sur
prised and driven from the village.
When asked how she found her
father she just said, "It was my duty.
(Honorable Mention.)
The Uttle Belgian.
By Cleora McMillcn, Aged 12 Years,
Stanton. Neb., Box 224.
Lois was a little Belgian girl. Her
father and mother were poor, but Lois
was cheerful and happy. , t
When the war broke out. Lois
father was called. She was very sorry
to see him go, but he told her to
be brave,
. Many nights as Lois and her mother
sat by the scantv fire, a soldier would
knock and ask for something to eat.
They .always gave them something,
because they thought the soldiers
needed it more than they. None of
the soldiers seemed to know about
Lois' father. ,
It was Christmas eve and as Lois
and her mother were putting out
their fire, for they could not affort to
keep a fire during the night, they
heard someone open the gate, walk
upon the porch and knock. Lois
went to the door and who should
there be, but her father.
Nanina't Peril
By Gertrude Marlin, Aged 14. Years,
ueiievac,
Nanitia Le Noir was a French girl
of IS. Her parents had been killed
hv the Germans, caving ner to cae
pr email sister. Caoitola.
One day m June, Nanina was going
to the fort for food. She heard her
clog growl. Looking out sne saw a
snuad of German soldiers coming
tli mad. She was frightened
at first but knowing what they would
do if she showed fright, prctenaeu
th uii clad tn ner them.
As the soldiers came , to the door
she welcomed them in German. Ihe
nflirpr wa surprised. But had his
men go in. Nanina gave them chairs.
Then she made love to the sergeant
and said she would send her sister
for some food.
She had Capitola go to the fort and
uimr Roldiersrome and take the
men as prisoners. Capitol went and
was fortunate to find some American
soldiers. They listened to her story
trAf.'--f.'-y-'fJ
Their Astonishing Adventures
in Natural Fairyland
sprang into the cave and threw a Jig
rock at the Prforn,eKr-
k hr nff the s ab. and he tell
v- -
into the pool of water at the foot of
the waterfall, and was dripping wet
when he scrambled out again.
The Dancing Bear gave a big
growl and ran -as fast as he could
after the monkey, finally chasing him
out of the cave. "'Twinkle picked up
her pail of berries and followed, and
when she got into the sunshine again
on the side of the hill she saw the
monkey and the bear hugging each
other tight, and growling and chat
tering in a way that showed they were
angry with each other and not on
pleasant terms.
"You will throw rocks at me, will
you?" shouted the Bear.
"I will if I get the chance," replied
the monkey. "Wasn't that a fine,
straight shot? and didn't you go
plump into the water, though?" and
he shrieked with laughter.
Just then they fell over in a heap,
and began rolling down the hill.
"Let go!" yelled the Bear.
"Let go, yourself 1" screamed the
monkey.
But neither of them did let go, so
they rolled faster and faster down the
hill, and the last that Twinkle saw
of them they were bounding among
the bushes at the very bottom of the
big gulch. '
(Continued Next Sunday.)
Their Mottoes.
By Ruth Fowler, Aeged 13
Ansley, Neb. Box 157,
There is a being in this world,
Years,
(He can't be called a man.)
Who towards the breaking
homes
Is doing all he can.
up of
He cares not for the suffering ones,
His motto is "to kill."
He cares not for the dving ones,
This brute is Kaiser "Bill."
There is a man in this big world,
His name is heard afar.
This man has vowed the wicked Huns,
Our homes shall never mar.
His motto is democracy,
The word has brought him fame.
He hates and fights autocracy, '
Woodrow Wilson is his name
bj Little Fdka
rltsrs V
r,i mh ill) mi on. nlilr l In
inprr nl) mid numlwr h pegra
t. iin mm ink, .nit xvr.t'il.
i. slulH unci iHilntrtl nrtlrle nill f
given jref vmrr I In m m iii
i." wnriU
4. (Mglim. iturle oi irttrr nnl
will .ie usee
3. Write .u. nnnie, ige jml no
trrne t I hi" ui of the firm page
A ;irlir lunik will gives !
week fu the hut lontrlhutlon
'Ailtlrrw all rommurli'atlnni .
'.'Iilllrrn' Department Omaha De
Omaha. Neb
and went with hrr. In the meantmit
how fared Nanina?
She knew that her sister would
hurry so she felt safer. She played
with the sergeant's gtm and made
love with him.
About an hour later she saw tin
soldiers coming. She waited a little,
then when they were almost ther
she took the gun and made the men
give up their arms. When the sol
diers came they took the Germans and
praised Nanina for her bravery.
She was given a war cross and wai
made a Red Cross nurse.
How to Help Win,
By Cleora McMillen, Aged 12, Box
224, Stinton, Neb.
The world in all its history hai
never been engaged in so great a
war as the one that is now raging.
It includes nearly all nations and
every spoken language. At the be
ginning of the war we did not realize
the task that was before us, but nowj
we realize the necessity of helping
Uncle Sam through this crisis. Our
flag has never known defeat, but un- ,
less we help all we can it is not for
us to say what may happen.
mere are tnree kinds of money.
Which kind is yours? The true pa-
triotic money that Is helping win the
war, the idle or hoarded money which
doc3 no me good, or the awful trai
torous money spent in willful opposi
tion to good sense and judgment.
In buying .thrift stamps it is merely
a plan put into practice by which the
small wage earners can lay asjde a
little money each week until they get
enough to buy a Thrift stamp. After
a certain amount of Thrift stamps
are purchased they cn be exchanged,
for what are termed baby bonds.
Thrift stamps do not bear interest,
but baby bonds do.
When we. buy bonds it not only'
helps the government bjit it teaches v
thrift and economy, which is impor
tant to nations as well as iniflviSuala -Just
think how much easier" it w for
lla than ttirt hrtva at V,a f.Ant thn
c " ..... ii,.ja 5 V o a vnutij lu
. 1 ! i I- T.I - f i
crn ann will a wivi at ca i-.ii i u in v
uirir cuuiury s cb". iney sacrince ...
their lives, their hopes and plans iof
the future and we should do all we
can to make clean surroundings for,
them, i And when the world is free
we shall say, "I did my best." v..
'How Elizabeth Overcame Her
Selfishness.
By Neva Prindle, aged 12, Kearney,.
ieb., Koute Z. v
Elizabeth lived on' a farm. She had
a mother and father. They were very
wealthy. .
Elizabeth was very selfish ' and
thought she was better than other
girls who were not wealthy. When,
she went to school she alwavs had?
many rings on her hngers and would
laugh at the girls, who did not have'
any and she got many playthings when
she went to town because her father .
gave her much money. The girls did,
not like her because she would laugh
at them and they would not play with" '
her.
One day her playmates went to
town and she went too. The other
girls had some money and they were
going to1 get war saving stamps.
Elizabeth was going to get candy and
she went to get some money from her
father, and he asked her what she'
was going to do with it, and she told
him, and he asked what her play-,
mates were going to get She told .
him, and he said to get the same
thing.
She did not obey him, but got the
candy. When he saw her, he said,
"What did-you get?" .
He knew when he saw her that she'
got candy. He never gave her any'v
more money" for two months and then
he went with her and saw that she
got war saving stamps. '
Writes During Outing
By Ethel Cunningham, Aged 11,
Excelsior, Minn.
Dear, Friends: Am eniovin my
vacation and, having nothing else to
do I will tell you the story of
NERO.
Help! HelpI rang out on thelake.
Launches were speedily put out and
racing toward the spot. When they
reached there they could see no one;
Life savers immediately jumped over.- ,
board and all around the place where
the cry came from. They could not
find any one. Loud excited barking
on shore attracted their attention.
So they went back to the hore. '
There stood Nero, barking beside the 1
body of a man. Nero, by the way,
was a beautiful stray collie. The men.
quickly brought the man back to con
sciousness. When he revived and
learned that Nero had saved his life
he was deeply grateful to the dog and
knew there was only one thing to do
as Nero was a stray dog and he was '
a lonely man. So Nero had a nice
home and they were both happy ir t
each other's company. ' (.5
A Letter. .
By Leona Fahrenholtz, Aged 9, .
Tamage, Neb. . .
I have not written for a long time,
Once there was a little girl whose
name was Marie. Her birthday was?
the next day. She wanted some
candy and ice cream. Her mothers
said she could have 25c every weeks
so the next fzy she went up town to ,
buy ice cream. She saw a sign, "Buys .
War Saving Stamps." so she went;;
in and bought a thrift stamp and now
she buys a thrift stamp every week,
until she had a war savi.ng stamp. I
hope my letter escapes Mr. Waste 15v
per Basket v " '