THE OM AHA SUNDAY BEE:" SEPTEMBER !, 1918. 6 B pia! Page Iw Tine " main Busy Little Homey I Makers ai ; ii TOY BEE I NOTE Busy Bees will please send 9 r OOWICI CUilUt, Vttl ' ' In' the Bee Hive ''TV EAR Busy Bees: Vacation days I I are done and school days come again! I know that all the Busy . Bees have learned lots of things this vacation because it has been a very unusual time for alt of us. We have seen how important it is to obey, for it's obedience that makes our Yankee armies so wonderful! A ' soldier does not question; he just obeys commands and this is one of the lessons we learn in school. We have learned how important it is to keep our bodies clean and our teeth clean, for it'sf the healthy army ; that does the best fighting. : And so we find that the things we learn in school are the things that . are useful to us all our lives through. They don't seem so now, do they? For it'a nice to play the whole day through, but it's nicer still to go to . school and study hard and learn the rules our teachers say. 5 I hope that all the Busy Bees will ,. resolve to act , like soldier in their school work for this new term. Lov ingly, MARGARET. Back. From Lake. f Jean Borglum has returned from in outing at Wall Lake and she looks very military, in a khaki colored suit of twill. It's made with bloomers and i "Sam Brown" jacket ' Jean's bull dog, "Babs," was so glad to see her that she collected all the slippers and things that were not nailed down and laid them at Jean's feet ' ' , .. '. Babs St quite a saucy doggie and when Jean, takes her little rawhide switch and says, "Now, Babs, I'm go ing to whip you good,". Babs takes one jump and catches the end of the whip between her teeth and scampers and growls at Jean and carries the whin away and tries to hide it. '"Oh weirdogs will be dogs," says " Jean. c,:-,v ,:.; : , . When the Angelus rings out every X day . Don't forget to stop and say , . Just little safety prayer For oar dear boys, over there. ' ' By LOUISE BANCROFT (Copyright, 1111, br Kalllr Brltton Co.) ; ; CHAPTER I. The Golden Key. TWINKLE had eome to visit her old friend Chubbins, whose mother was now teaching school hi a little town at tae ioot ol the Ozark mountains, in Arkansas. Twinkle's own home was in Dakota, so the mountains that now towered around her made her open her eyes in wonder. Near by so near, in fact that she thought she might almost reach out her arm and touch it was Sugar Loaf Mountain, round and high and big. And a little to the south was Backbone Mountain, and still farther along a peak called Crystal Mountain. .The very next day after her ar rival Twinkle asked Chubbins to take her to see the mountain; and so the boy. who was about her own age, got iiis mother to fill for them a basket Of good things to eat and away they : started, hand in hand, to explore the mountain-side. It was farther to Sugar-Loaf Mountain than Twinkle had thought, and by the time they reached the foot 'of the great mound, the rocky sides of which were covered with bushes and smalt trees, they were both rather ' tired by Xht- walk. ; , v "Let's : eat - something," suggested Chubbins. - "I'm willine." said Twinkle. '.-So they climbed up a, little way, to ere-some- big rocks lay flat upon the . mountain, and sat themselves down upon a slab of rock while they SOCIETY their society items to Busy Bee Tk Qa rsffi U v wmvvt '? CI A magic lantern show was given Saturday for the benefit of the Red Cross at the home of Mrs. W. C. Drapier. The children were delighted when they found that they had earned $4.25 for the Red Cross. Beside the show there was a littre program, and little Miss Cecilia McGreary sang "Mother." The children who were the managers of the little show were: Jack and Virginia Moser, Carlotta O'Brien, James O'Brien, Henry and Dorothy Lehmen, Mary Dailey and I William Drapier, Children in War Times. The American army in France has adopted over 400 little French orphans to care for,' "Parrain" is the name that the French children give the Yankee soldiers who pay for their food and clothes and school ing, r - There are tens of thousands of these little orphans in France and many of them have lived in invaded country all during the war. The Stars and Stripes, the newspaper pub lished by the American soldiers abroad, has charge of the A. E. F. French' war orphan fund and receives i many letters a day, from the grateful French children. Marie Lafitte wrote that she was being a good girl, not only for her in valid father who could see her, but for her Yankee father who could not see her. Rene Le Jariel says that he lives in are fugee invaded country, just as the soldiers do and goes to the soup kitchen for soup every day. Fie wants to come to America, when the war is over. Is it any wonder that the French children cry when the Yankees leave their villages, for these poor children have had so little kindness during these hard war years that they can t do enough for their "Parrains" from America. . . , FVanklin, Neb., has a "do-your-bit" club that does many nice things for the soldiers. The members of the club are: Beula Harvey, Carolyn Doner, Margaret Doher, Esther Do her. Mary Sprout, Fay Row, Geneva Mabon, Agnes Wright, Orella Brown, Gertrude Pierce and Bernice Wil liamson. Lila Coe and Gertrude Weill spend many days at the warehouse in the surgical dressings department where Mrs. Mettlin shows them how to fold and pack dressings. A ITalg Story. Bit Douglaa Halg ia fond of relating the story of a Scotchman who bored hla English frtenda boasting what a fine country Scotland was. "Why did you leav It If you liked It so well?" ha was aaked. "Weel, It waa like this," said Sandy. "In Scotland everybody waa as clever aa myself!" Boston Transcript mm rested and ate some of the sand wiches and cake. "Why do they call it 'Sugar-Loaf?" asked the girl, looking far up to the top of the mountain. "I don't know," replied Chubbins. "It's a queer name." said Twinkle. thoughtfully. i "That s so," agreed the boy. 'They might as well have called it 'ginger bread' or 'rock-salt,' or 'tea-biscuit' They call mountains funny names, UVIII lUCJ 4 .. ' beems as if they do, said Twinkle. xhey had been sitting upon the edge of one big fiat rock, with their teet resting against another that was almost as large. These rocks appeared to have been there tor ages, as it some big giants in olden days had tossed them carelessly down and then gone away and left them. Yet as the children pushed their feet against this one, the heavy mass suddenly began to t rem Die and then slide downward. "Look outl" cried the srirL frieht- ened to see the slab of rock move. "We'll fall and get hurt!" ' But they clung to the rock upon which they sat and met with no harm whatever. Nor did the big slab of stone below them move very far from its original position. It merely slid downward a few feet, and when they looked at the place where it had been they discovered what seemed to be a small iron door, built into the solid stone underneath, and now shown to their view by the moving of the upper rock. ' : . . '. "Why, its a door! exclaimed Twinkle. Mi: CtaMbita Patriotic T o r 0 Mr-: ; . s yfr tiSi i&4 -fit U - J. fV ill 1- jA "W r J J ' : '57' - a-t'I Top row, left to right: Eddie Meyer, Anna Weiss and Charles Lieb. Bottom row, left to right: Gladys Meyer, Dorothy Muskin, Lucille Weiss and Alberta Kearnes. Last Friday the children in our neighborhood got together and we decided to do somehting patriotic and raise money for the Red Cross to give to the poor children in Belgium and France, so we planned to give a show. We had a parade three miles long that is, we marched three miles to advertise the show. It was not a free parade, for 'some persons stopped us to find out what it was for, and they gave us IS cents just to see the parade. Saturday afternoon we had the show in Eddie Meyers' cellar, at his home, 2919 North Twentieth street. The play started to be about Cinderella, but one of the girls was dressed as Miss Columbia and one of the boys as Charlie Chaplin, so we had to change it to a patriotic show. We sang "The Star Spangled Banner" and "Over There," and we spoke pieces about freedom and America and the big people who came .to hear us gave us lots of encores. We had a good time and were given a fine treat by Mrs. Meyer. We raised $1.20 for the Red Cross. o. o" Chubbins got down upon his knees I and examined the door carefully. There was a ring in it that seemed to be a handle, and he caught hold of it and pulled as hard as he could. But it wouldn't move. "It's locked, Twink," he said. "What do you 'spose is under it?" she asked. "Maybe its a treasurer answered Chubbins, his eyes big with interest. "Well, Chub, we can't get it any way," said the practical Twinkle; "so let s cnniD tn mountain. She sot down from her seat and ap proached the door, and as she did so sne strucK a smaii dii oi tock wun her foot and sent it tumbling down the hill. Then she stopped short with a cry of wonder, for under the stone he had kicked away was a mue noie in the rock, and within this they saw a small arolden key. "Perhaps," she said, eagerly, as she stooped to pick up the key, "this will unlock the iron door." "Let's try it I" cried the boy. CHAPTER II. 1 Through the Tunnel They examined the door carefully, and at last found near the center of a small hole. Twinkle put the golden key into this and found that it fitted exactly. But it took all of Chubbins' Strength to turn the key in the rusty lock. Yet finally it did turn, and they heard the noise of bolts shooting back, so they both took hold of the . 11 1 . ring, ana puiung nara logcmcr, niau-i aged to raise the iron door on its h'nges. AH they saw was a dark tunnel, with stone steps leading down into the mountain. "No treasure here, said the little "Praps its lartner in, repneo Chubbins. "Shall we go down? "Won't it be dangerous?" she asked. "Don't know," said Chubbins, hon estly. "It's been years and years since this door was opened, xou can see for yourself. That rock" most have covered it up a long time. There must oe someming msme, she declared, "or there wouldn't be any door, or any steps." "Thats so, answered uuibbins. "I'll go down arid see. You wait." "No: I'll so. too." said Twinkle. "I'd be just as scared waiting outside as I. would be in. And I'm bigger than you are. Chub. ' "You're taller, but you're only a month older, Twink; so don't you put on airs. And I'm the strongest" "We'll both go" she decided; "and then if we-find the treasure we'll di vide." "All rirht: come on I" Forgetting their basket, which they left upon the rocks, they crept through the little doorway and down Show ffr War .0 o the steps. There were only seven ! steps in all, and then came a narrow but level tunnel that led straight into the mountain-side. It was dark a few feet from the door, but the children resolved to go on. Taking hold of hands, so as not to get separated, and feeling the sides- of the passage to guide them, they walked a long way into the black tunnel. Twinkle was just about to say they'd better go back, when the pass age suddenly turned, and far ahead of them shone a faint light. This en couraged them, and they went on faster, hoping they would soon come to the treasure. "Keep it up, Twink," said the boy. "It's no use going home yet." "We, must be almost in the middle of Sugar-Loaf Mountain," she answered. "Oh, no; it's an awful big moun tain, said he. But we ve come quite a way, haven t we? "I guess mama'd scold, if she knew where we are." "Mamas." said Chubbins. "shouldn't know everything, 'cause they'd only worry. And if we don't get hurt I can't see as there's any harm done." "But we mustn t be naughty, Chub." "The only thing that's naughty," he replied, "is doing what you're told not to do. And no one told us not to go into the middle of Sugaf-Lbaf Mountain." Just then they came to another curve in their path, and saw a bright light ahead. It looked to the children just like daylight; so they ran along and soon passed through a low arch and came out into Weill the scene before them was so strange that it nearly took away their breath, and they stood perfectly still and stared as hard as their big eyes could possibly stare. CHAPTER III. Sugar-Loaf City. ' Sugar-Loaf Mountain was hollow inside, for the children stood facing a great dome that rose, so far -above their heads that it seemed almost as high as the sky. And underneath this dome lay spread out the loveliest city imaginable. There were streets and houses, and buildings with round domes, and slender, delicate spires reaching far up into the air. and tur rets beautifully ornamented with carvings. And all these were white as the driven snow and sparkling in every part like millions of dia mondsfor all were built of our loaf sugar! The pavemtnts of the streets were alsojoaf sugar, and the trees and bushes and flowers were likewise, sugar; but these last were not all white, because all sugar is not white, and thev showed many bright colors of red sugar and blue OirphaBS ' it Their . AstoMsMnj Adventures ;;! in Natural Foirylajnd f sugar and yellow, purple and green sugar, all contrasting most prei'ily with the sparkling dome overhead. This alone might well astonish the eyes of children from the outside world, but it was by no means all that Twinkle and Chubbins beheld in that first curious look at Sugar-Loaf City. For the city was inhabited by many people men, women and chil dren who walked along the streets just as briskly as we do; only all were made of sugar. There were several different kinds of these sugar peopV. Some, who strutted proudly . along, were evidently of pure lpaf-sugar, and these were of a most respectable appearance. Others seemed to be made of light brown sugar, and were more humble in their manners and seemed to hurry along as if they had business to attend to. Then there were some of sugar so dark in color that Twinkle suspected it was maple-sugar, and these folks seemed of less account than any of the others, being servants, drivers of carriages, and beggars and idlers. Carts and carriaee moved alone the streets, and were mostly made of brown sugar. The horses that drew them were either pressed sugar or maple-sugar. In fact, everything that existed in this wonderful city was marl nf some kind of SUCar. Where the light which made all this olace so bright and beautiful came from 1 winkle could not imag ine. There was no sun, nor were there any electric lights that could be seen; but it was fully as bright as day and everything showed with great piain ness. . . While the children, who stood just the archway through which they had entered, were looking at the wonders of Sugar-Loaf City, a file of suear soldiers suddenly came arouna a corner at a swift trot , "Haiti" cried the captain. He wore a red sugar jacket and a red sugar cap, and the soldiers were dressed in tne same manner as tneir capiin, um without the officer's yellow sugar shoulder-straps. At the command, the sugar soldiers came to a stop, and all pointed their sugar muskets at Twinkle and Chubbins. : "Surrender!" said the captain to them. "Surrender, or I'll I'll-" He hesitated. A "What will you do?" said Twinkle. "I don't know what, but something very dreadful," replied the captain. "But of course you'll surrender. ' "I suppose werll have to," answered the girl. "That's right' I'll just take you to the king, and let him decide what to do." he added pleasantly. So the soldiers surrounded the two children, shouldered arms, and marched away down the street, Twin- Little Stories (Prize Letter) Girl Scouts at. Camp. By Eola Gass, Aged 12 Years, Co lumbus, Neb. Blue Side. Soon after school closed the Girl Scouts began to plan about camping. They had been organized about two months and, like most girls, love to camp. As it is our first year, we thought that place where more people were would be best. We decided on Shady Lake. On Wednesday a truck hauled out our things. It is only about three miles, so we could ride in every day. Every morning orders were posted stating which girls were to wash dishes, get the meals, clean the tents, etc. Everything went fine the fiirst day. We swam, rowed, fished, worked and ate. In the evening we had a meet ing, deciding on the duties of the next day. About 4 o'clock Thursday and it began to rain. At 8 it hailed and the j wind blew some tents of the Camp Fire Girls, who camped near us, over, so the manager of the lake told all the girls that were camping in tents to ko to the dance pavilion. No Hone had to be told twice. We closed all the sides and doors so it couldn t rain in, because we believed in "be prepared," our motto. lhere were about ou gins, inciua ' ing Camp Fire Girls, Girl Scouts and others, and we all slept there until about 6 o'clock the next morning, "when a girl started the victrola. , Be fore we were thoroughly awake, she was back in bed, so we didn't see who it was. In the morning we went back to our tents. We camped about 10 days and hiked to the river and to Shady Lake and to near towns. We have not yet received our uni forms, but we are ready to take our tenderfoot examinations. Our scout captain is Mrs. Olseen and scout lieu tenant is Miss Cunningham. We have meetings every Tuesday in the Young, Men's Christian asso ciation and we are trying to do our bit for democracy. (Honorable Mention) How a Little Child Helped. By Helen Ritchie, Aged 14, 3710 Ma son Street, Omaha. Dear Busy Bees: This is my first story. I hope you like it. When war was declared John Cleary wanted to enlist, but his moth er would not hear of such a thing. When everyone was busy with Red Cross work Mrs. Cleary still attended her sewing circles and bridge parties. She did not knit or do surgical dress ings work. She did not conserve in her kitchen. One day a little neighbor 9 years old came to spend the day. . She had a sweater which she was knitting and proudly showed it to Mrs. Cleary, saving. "Mamma is knitting one, too. She goes to Red Cross four days a week." Mrs. Cleary asked the child if she had any relation in the service. The little eirl promptly answered: "Oh! yes; papa and my two brothers are in the medical corps. Mamma wishes I was big enough to be a nurse. After the child had gone home Mrs. Clearv sat thinking. Suddenly she exclaimed: ThiiiK of that baby knitting a sweater, while I sit here doing a piece of f-ncywork." The next day, when John came home. Mrs. Cleary showed him sweater. "See, John, this is for you when vou bo over there. John's only answer was a kiss. The next day he came home in knaki. I sincerely hope to see this in print, Lovingly, HELEN. Good for Something. By Florence Hann, Aged 13 Years, 623 West Charles St., Omaha. It was fifteen years ago. There was a little boy 5 year of age lying on an old cot in an old shack. He was very ill, almost dying. Suddenly the door was pushed opren and a man came in. It was Dr. Sevele. He sat down by the bed, and soothed the boy's aching head. At last the boy said: "Why don't you let me die?" every one says I am no good, in this world. But the doctor said "You will be good in this world, as every one does some good." At these soothing words the boy fell asleep. It was three weeks after that. The boy was in the doctor's house and the doctor had adopted him, but peo ple still said he would do no good in this world; cut let tnem wait. It is IS vears after the boy's ill ness and he is now 20 years of age The people that said he would be no good in tnis wona were muca mis' tken -as listen: . "He is now serving in the United States army. Buster. Acnes LoBan. Age 10. Logan. Ia. We call him Buster, "the dandy pup," on account of his cunning ways, and the tricks he plays for his little owners. Buster is a small fox terrier, all white except his sharp pointed black ears and short black tail. His eyes are brown and intelligent, and he is a great friend of the chil dren. . . His mother was a white fox terrier, a stray in the neighborhood, who was stoned and chased by all the boys in that end of town. She came to our house one cold winter morning, hungry and forlorn, and was fed by the children. A week later six cunning little pup pies were found in the wood shed, and mamma said only one could be kept kle and Chubbins walking slowly, so the candy folks would not have to run; for the tallest soldiers were only as high as their shoulders. "This is a great event," remarked the captain, as he walked beside them with as much dignity as he could muster. "It was really good of you to come and be arrested, for I haven't had any excitement in a long time. The people here are such good sugar that they seldom do anything wrong." (Continued Next Sunday.) bj Little Fdks MHiiliII.l..il ters 1. Write plainly and number the pages. 2. Use pen and ink, not pencil. 4 r O ! . . , . , ? a. onorc ana poimca articles will be given preference. Do not use over 250 words. 4. Original stories or letters only will be used. , 5. Write your name, age and address at the top of the first page. A prize hook will be given each week for the best contribu tion. Address all communications to Children's Department Oma ha Bee, Omaha, Neb. So Buster was kept for the baby, and the others given away. In six months he was almost growr and knew many tricks. He would jump over a stick, sit up and beg for his dinner, and run and get a ball and return it to th : girls. One night he went to town with the girls, and was run over by an automobile. Two days later he got poisoned, and nearly died. buster wears a little wire muzzle most of the time ' and one day he came running in with an old squirrel head, holding on to it by a tiny bit of fur run into the 'wires of the muzzle. In a little while he was very sick, and after doctoring him up we ex amined the head. It was a stuffed sauirrel. and was full of a white pow der to preserve the fur. It had two big orange and black eyes made of glass, and had been thrown on some trash-' pile by one of the neighbors, and had nearly been the death of the dandy PUP- . ... Buster is a good watchdog, not al lowing anything about at night, and always watching the baby, to whom he is much attached. The American Red Cross. By Anton Ort, Aged 12, 1306 South Ihird street, Umaha, JNeD. The American Red Cross will come to you soon for more money, of which every cent shall be spent to relieve pain. We have sent our boys over there to fight for democracy, liberty and Old Glory. They are ready to die for us. Can we give the money to care for them when they are cold, tired or wounded? , We have sent our nurses 'over there" to take care of our boys. They are giving their lives, too. They are like a mother to them. We will soon have 35,000 "over there" to take care of the millions of our boys who will soon be "over there." We cannot ask our nurses to fight without their ammunition. Their am munition is sterilized cotton, medi cine and all other things these brave nurses fight death. In France. Belgium, Italy and all the other countries where the Huns have gone thousands of somebody's' wives, mothers and children are beg ging for food, clothing and shelter. Who will save them l i he Ked Cross will save them. Out in No Man s Land there is a wounded soldier crying for help. Who will save him? The Red Cross will. v So, Busy Bees, give to the Red Cross ahd let's try to make Omaha one of the most patriotic cities of the United States of America. It is al ready, but make it more. But d m the kaiser, the chief of h 1, man of h 1, killed my brother, but also somebody else's brother, son, husband, ana even father, but them who are left shall pay him back. So hurray for Old Glory and for the Yankees. Help Belgian Orphans. By Bertha Dunker, Aged 14, Strang, Neb., Blue Side. Jean was a little French orphan. Her father was killed in the war and her mother died from starvation. Jean was taken to a place where many other children were. I think Jean would like to tell you the rest This place where I was taken the Red Cross took care of me. One day a letter came to me from a little American girl (the girl I am with now). It said for me to come down and live with her. She sent me money for my car fare, and her address and picture. The little girl's name was Mary Jones. The maid took me to the ship which I was to sail to United States in. It took me a number of days, but I soon got there. Mary was there to meet me, and when we got to her home she showed me many beautiful things. I told her of the French chil dren and she got tears in her eyes. The next day I found her in her room printing something on card board. And this is what it said: "Help the poor French children. They are starving. MARY JONES." She tacked this up on post so people couiu see u, aim nicy tn mc to help all the more. I lived there the rest of my life in happiness. Let us all be like Mary. Help the French children from starving. I wi' try and do my part. Visita Uncle and Aunt. By Flora Fithian, Aged 13 YeD Cushing, Neb. Dear Busy Bees: Last Sunday we went down to my aunt's and uncle's, who live at Phillips. We started at 8 o'clock in the morning and went through Cushing, St. Paul, St Libory and' Grand Island. It started to rain before we got to Grand Island and we had to stop until it quit. We ar rived at my aunt's at 11 o'clock. We ate dinner and then played the victrola and my aunt played the piano. We all got in the cars and went down to see the steam shovel, which is about a mile away. We saw the big railway bridge across the Platte river. . It certainly is large. After that we went home. Going home we went through Worms, Palmer and Cushing. We got home at 8 o'clock, very tired, after a dandy time ani rid 1- u .. 1 .1 . 1 1 ....i