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''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
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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
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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,
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' 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.
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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.
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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.)
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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
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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
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