MM Y BEEE W WAR THE
CHILDREN PEAR: Our
thoughts arc always with our
dear boys over there, and now
that we have come back from our va
cations the Junior Red Cross will
want you all to join. Each child
must do their share this year to win
the war, and already numerous little
clubs are making srap books, knit
ting wristlets and giving little plays
for the benefit of the Red Cross.
Did you all buy a white tag Wed
nesday? You should have seen a
cunning little Spitz dog trotting down
the street with one of the Visiting
Nurse tags securely tied to his collar.
He was evidently very proud that he
had done his bit for the sick children
in our city.
Now that the dancing parties at the
clubs are over, you will all have to
give parties of your own. Last Fri
day at the Field club there were a
number of parties and the children all
had a lovely time. Jean Borglum
brought her dog, "Babs," and he
wanted to dance, too, when he heard
the music. Another little dog, "Tat
ters," was at the party, but when
some of the children had their pic
tures taken he objected to being pho
tographed and wriggled so the little
girl had to let him go(.
I am most eager to hear of your lit
tle war clubs and societies, won't you
write and tell me when you give a lit
tle play or mtrke some articles for the
Red Cross? I must tell you about one
little club of girls who have knit a
blanket to keep some soldiers warm.
Our little poetess, Elizabeth Paffen
rath, is member of the club, and
very soon I will have a picture of all
the little girls for you. You can just
imagine how fast their little fingers
flew to finish this nice, cozy blanket,
and, beside this, they do other war
work, too. Send all the stories of the
little clubs to your Busy Bee editor.
Daylight Saving.
Ben Franklin thought of saving
daylight a long time ago. In the
year 1784 he wrote from England to
a friend in America.:
"In a walk through the Strand and
Fleet street one morning at 7 o'clock
I observed that there was not one
shop open, although it had been day
light and the sun up above three
hours. The inhabitants of London
choosing voluntarily to live by candle
light and sleep by sunshine, and yet
often complaining a little absurdly of
the duty on candies and the high
price of tallow."
Too Much for Other Goat.
. "Papa," said little Robin, "Iwant
to sell one of my goats. It's too
much for my other goat to pull the
wagon and me and the goat I want
to sell uphill." Exchange.
Rues for Yeung Writers ::
1. Write plainly and number
the pages.
2. Use pen and ink, not pencil.
3. Short and pointed articles
wm 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 book will be given
each week for the best contribu
tion. Address all communications
to Children's Department, Oma- f
ha Bee, Omaha, Neb. . X
Prize Busy Bee
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;fi:;i;5;:iSS;i.
Miss Gwendolyn Violet Lowder,
daughter of Mr. and Mrs. C. R. Low
der, is a prize baby for this little
sunny-haired girl won first prize at
Des Moines and also at the contest
held in Krug park Wednesday even
ing. You can tell by the happy ex
pression of little Gwendolyn just what
a treasure she is.
hM--M-4-'1l-M"K
Tire Bra
Soldiero
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POILU
These "Soldiers Three" were made
by a French officer, Louis Ibels, who
has been so badly wounded that he
can only sit and carve toys for the
children for whom he .has fought so
bravely. They-represent the French
General Joffre, a French Poilu and a
Yankee from the good old U. S. A.
They are made out of wood and
painted in true to life style.
Bob and Katherine Singles are the
JOFFRE
proua possessors ot tnese rrencn
toys. They were sent to them by
their brother, Lieutenant Perry Sin
gles, who is never too busy to re
member his young brother and sister
at home.
Lieutenant Singles has been in
France since December, 1917, and the
first remembrance he sent home was
an Annette and Renetin charm.
These gay charms of silk and wool
represent the famous tight-wire danc-
YANK
ers ot the Follies Eergere in rans,
and are a nimble-footed pair who
dance out of harm's way with smiling
facts.
The invalid French soldiers and
children make these charms and sell
them to the Yanks for their safety.
French soldiers are very fond of
children and are always trying to give
them pleasure. Most any child would
be pleased with these gay "Soldiers
Three," don't you think so?
ous school will be held Succoth
morning, Saturday, September 21, at
10 o'clock. The children will march
into the temple, carrying American
flags and baskets of fruit. "Flag and
Fruit" will be the subject of Rabbi
Frederick Cohn's address.
Winning the Race.
By Cinderetta Guthmann, Aged 13,
Plainview, Neb. Blue Side.
"Now, Bob Collins, don't you fight
again. Just look at your clothes 1" ex
claimed Patty, his sister".
Bob went out, mumbling as he did
so: "What fun can a fellow have when
someone is scolding him all the
time?" he said. "I don't suppose Ed
and Art are home, but I will try any
way." He took a small whistle from his
pocket and blew three shrill blasts,
which meant come over; I'm home.
His face brightened some minutes
later as he saw the boys enter the
yard.
"Well, what do you want?" they
asked.
"Oh, I thought we could play some
thing," and after a moment's thought
added: "I have it; we can have a tree
race."
''How can we have that?" Ed asked.
"Art will say eny, meny, and the
rest of it, and the first one out will
give the signal to start. The one that
reaches the top first and gets down
the quickest from the tree will win."
Art began: "Eny, meny, miny,
mow; catch the kaiser by the toe. If
he hollers make him say "
"Mop, I'll surrender to the U. S. A"
"Ed is out Go on, Edl"
Ed shouted. "All ready, go!"
Art and Ed both ran for the trunk
of the tree, and wbjle they were try
ing to get up Bob was high above
their heads, having swung up on a
lower branch. He kept climbing
higher and higher never noticing the
branches were beginning to sway
under his weight. He looked down
and saw Art a little way below him,
and climbed still higher.
"Fun cliibing, isn't it?" he shouted.
The next second he heard a crash
and felt himself falling. The next
thing he knew he was lying on a bed,
and the doctor was saying, "His leg is
badly broken."
Bob, opening his eyes, saw Art and
Ed and said, "Hello, who won," and
without waiting for anyone to answer
he added, "I guess I came down faster
than I went up.
Children's Harvest Festival.
The anntlal harvest festival of the
children of the Temple Israel religi-
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n o uneir stonismng Adventures
o o in Natural Fairvland t
and Princess Sakareen
Little Stories by Little Folks
'wnmilkte and Ghubhlm
. By LOUISE BANCROFT
(Copyright, 1911. by Rellly & Britton Co.)J
CHAPTER IV.
To the King's Palace.
fTTTHAT, allow-me to ask, is
VV vour." 8rade of sugar?" in-
f quired the Captain with
much politeness. "You do not seem
to be the best loaf, but I suppose that
of course you are solid."
"Solid what?" asked Chubbins.
"Solid sugar," replied the Captain.
"We're not sugar at all," ex
plained Twinkle. "We're just meat."
. "Meat! And what is that?"
"Haven't you any meat in your
city?"
"No." he replied, shaking his head.
"Well, I can't explain exactly what
meat is," she said; "but it isn't sugar,
anyway."
At thj.s the Captain looked solemn.
' It isn't any of my business, after
all," he told them. "The king must
decide about you, for that's his busi
ness. But since you are not made
of sugar you jnust excuse me if I
decline to converse with you any
longer. It is beneatlTfriy dignity."
' Oh, that's all right," said Twinkle.
'"Where we came from," said Chub
bins, "meat costs more a'pound than
sugar does; so I guess we're just as
good as you are."
But the Captain made no reply
to this statement, and before long
they stopped in front of a big sugar
building, while a crowd'of sugar peo
ple quickly gathered.
"Stand back!" cried the Captain,
and the sugar soldiers formed a row
between the children and the sugar
citizens, and kept the crowd from
getting too near. Then the Captain
led Twinkle and Chubbins through a
high sugar gateway and up a broad
sugar walk to the entrance of the
building.
i - "Must be the king's c,astle," said
Chubbins.
"The king's palace," corrected the
Captain, stiffly.
"What's the difference?" asked
Twinkle.
But the sugar officer did not care
to explain.
Brown sugar servants' in plum
colored sugar coats stood at the en
trance to the palace, and their eyes
stuck out like lozenges from their
sugar faces when they ; saw the
strangers the Captain was escorting.
But every one bowed ilow, and
stood aside for them to iiass, and
they walkedhrough beautiful halls
and reception rooms wheie the sugar
was cut into panels and scrolls and
carved to represent all kinds of fruit
and flowers.
"Isn't it sweet!" said Twinkle.
"Sure it is," answered Chubbins. ,
.And now they were ushered into a
magnificent room, where a stout little
sugar man was sitting near the win
dow playing upon a fiddle, while a
group of sugar men and women
stood before him in respectful atti
tudes and listened to the music.
Twinkle knew at once "that the
fiddler was. the king, because he had
a sugar crown upon his head. His
Majesty was made of very white and
sparkling cut loaf-sugar, and his
clothing was formed of the same pure
material. The only color about him
was the pink sugar in his cheeks and
the brown sugar in his eyes. His
fiddle was also of white sugar, and
the strings were of spun sugar and
had an excellent tone.
VVhen the king saw the strange
children enter the room he jumped
up and exclaimed:
"Bless my beets! What have we
here?"
"Mortals, Most Granular and
Solidified Majesty," answered the
Captain, bowing so low that his fore
head touched the floor. "They came
in by the ancient tunnel.
"Well, I declare," said, the king. "I
thought that tunnel had been stopped
up for good and all."
"The stone above the door slipped,"
said Twinkle, "so we came down to
see what we could find."
"You must never do it again," said
his Majesty, sternly. "This is our
own kingdom, a peaceful and retired
nation of extra refined and substan
tial citizens, and we don't wish to
mix with mortals,' or any other
folks." - ' r
"We'll go back, pretty soon," said
Twinkle.
"Now, that's very nice of you," de
clared the king,' "and I appreciate
your kindness. Are you extra refined,
my dear"
"I hope so," said the girl; a little
doubtfully.
"Then there's no harm in our be
ing friendly while you're here. And
as you've promised to go back to your
own wdrld soon, I have no objection
to showing you around the town.
You'd like to see how we live,
would'nt you?"
"Very much," said Twinkle.
Jrrder by chariot, Captain Brittle,"
Said his Majesty; and the Captain
again made one of his lowly bows
and strutted from the room to exe-
, cute the command.
The king now introduced Chubbins
and Twinkle to the sugar ladies and
gentlemen, who were present, and all
of them treated the children very re
spectfully. CHAPTER V.
Princess Sakareen.
"Say, play us a tune," said Chub
bins to the king. His Majesty didn't
seem to like being addressed so
bluntly, but he was very fond of play
ing the fiddle, so he graciously obeyed
the request11 and played a pretty and
pathetic ballad upon the spun sugar
strings. Then, begging to be excused
for a few minutes, while the chariot
was being made ready, the king left
them and went into another room.
This t e the children a chance to
talk freely with the sugar people, and
Chubbins said to one man, who look
ed( very smooth on the outside:
"I s'pose you're one of the big men
of this place, aren't you?"
The man looked frightened for a
moment, and then took the boy's arm
and led him into a corner of the
room.
"You ask me an embarrassing ques
tion," he whispered, looking around
to make sure that no one overheard.
"Although I pose as one of the no
bility, I am, as a matter of fact, a
great fraud!"
"How's that?", asked Chubbins.
"Have you noticed how smooth 1
am?" inquired the sugar man.
"Yes," replied the boy. "Why is
"Why, I'm frosted, that's the rea
son. No one here suspects it, and
I'm considered very respectable; but
1 1- - a. . . T . .
iiic iruui is, i m just coated over
with trosting, and not solid sugar
at all'
"What's inside you?" asked Chtife- Lord Clov
bins. with us."
I hat, answered the man, I do
not know. I've never dared to find
out. ror if I broke my frostine to
see what I'm stuffed with, everv one
else would see too, and I would be
disgraced and ruined.
"Perhaps you're cake," suggested
the boy.
"Perhaps so," answered the man,
sadly. "Please keep my secret, for
only those who are solid loaf-sugar
are of any account in this country,
and at present I am received in the
best society, as you see."
"Oh, I won't tell." said Chubbins.
During this time Twinkle had been
talking with a sugar lady, in another
part of the room. This lady seemed
to be of the purest loaf-sugar, for
she sparkled most beautifully, and
Twinkle thought she was quite the
prettiest person to look at that she
had yet seen.
"Are you related to the king?" she
asked.
"No. indeed," answered the sugar
lady, "although I'm considered one of
the very highest quality. But I'll tell
you a secret, my dear," She took
Twinkle's hand and led her across
to a sugar sofa, where they both sat
down.
"No one," resumed the sugar lady,
"has ever suspected the truth; but
I'm only a sham, and it worries me
dreadfully." :
"I don't understand what you
mean," "said. Twinkle. "You sugar
seems as pure and sparkling as that
of the king."
1 lungs are not always what they
So the children followed the king
to the door of the palace, where
stood a beautiful white and yellow
sugar chariot, drawn by six handsome
sugar horses with spun sugar tails
and manes, and driven by a brown
sugar coachman in a blue sugar
livery.
The king got in ' first, and the
others followed. Then the children
discovered that Lord Cloy was the
frosted man and Princess Sakareen
was the sugar lady who had told
Twinkle that she was hollow.
There was quite a. crowd of sugar
people at the gates to watch the de
parture of the royal party, and a few
soldiers and policemen were also
present to keep order. Twinkle sat
beside the king, and Chubbins sat on
the same seat with the Princess Sak
areen, while Lord Cloy was ob
liged to sit with the coachman.
When all were ready the driver
cracked a sugar whip (but didn't
break it), and away the chariot dash
ed over a road paved with blocks of
cut loaf-sugar.
The air was cool and pleasant, but
there was a sweet smell to the breeze
J that was peculiar to this strange
country. Sugar birds flew here and
there, singing sweet songs, and a few
sugar dogs ran out to bark at the
king's chariot as it whirled along.
"Haven't you any automobiles in
your country?" asked the girl.
"No," answered the king. "Any
thing that requires heat to make it go
is avotded here, because heat would
seem," sighed thesugar lady. "What , melt us and rufn our bodies in
you see of me, on the outside, is all
right; but the fact is, I m hollow!
"Dear me!" exclaimed Twinkle, in
Surprise. "How do you know it?"
" I can feel it," answered the lady,
impressively. "If you weighed me
you'd find I'm not as heavy as the
solid oites, and for a long time I've
realized the bitter truth that I'm hol
low. It makes me very unhappy, but
I don't dare confide my secret to
anyone here, because it would dis
grace me forever,"
"I wouldn't worry," said the child.
"They'll never know the difference."
"Not unless 'I should break," re
plied the sugar lady. "But if that
happened, all the world could see
that I'm hollow, and instead of be-"
ing welcomed in good society I'd be
come an outcast. It's even more re
spectable to be made of brown sugar,
than to be hollow; don't you think
so?" .
"I'm a stranger here," said
Twinkle; "so I can't judge. But if I
were you, I wouldn't worry unless I
got broke; and you may be wrong,
after all, and as sound as a brick 1"
CHAPTER VI.
The Royal Chariot.
Just then the king came back to
the room and said: s
"The chariot is at the door; and,
as there are three seats, I'll take
few minutes. Automobiles would be
dangesous in Sugar-Loaf City."
"piere're dangerous enough any
where," she said. "What do you feed
to your horses?"
"They eat a fine quality of barley
sugar that grows in our fields,"
answered the king. "You'll' see it
presently, for we will drive out to
my country villa, which is near the
edge of the dome, opposite to where
you came in."
First, however, they rode all about
the city, and the king pointed out
the public buildings, and the theaters,
and the churches, and a number of
small but pretty public parks. And
there was a high tower near the cen
ter that rose half-way to the dome,
it was so tall.
"Aren't you afraid the roof will
cave in some time, and ruin your
city?" Twinkle asked the king.
"Oh, no," he answered. "We never
think of such a thing. Isn't there a
dome over the palace where you
live?"
"Yes," said Twinkle; "but it's the
sky."
"Do you ever fear it will cave in?"
"No, indeed!" she replied, with a
laugh at the idea.
"Well, it's the same way with us,"
returned his Majesty. "Domes are
the strongest things in all the world."
(Continued Next Sunday.)
(Prize Letter.)
Somewhere in France.
By Doris Meserbey, 2108 Forty-second
Avenue, Kearney, Neb.
My Dear Mrs. Pigeon: I received
your letter a few days fgo. I am go
ing to tell you about the first trip
I had. I think you will like to hear
about it as you do some of this trav
eling work, yourself.
I was sent by my master, Major
Dixon, from the trenches, to the hos
pital. I arrived safely.
A nurse let me in and took the
message. I have always been curious
to know what they did with the sick
men, so I made a trip around one
of the wards.
I alighted on each bed and cooed
a short song. They were all kind to
me. Some were eating and they threw
crumbs to me. Those that were able
petted me.
The nurse came and tied a mes
sage to my wing. She lifted me from
the table on which I stood and put
me out of the window, and away I
sailed back to the trenches.
I go to the hospital often now
and they all welcome me warmly. I
go through the hospital every time.
I like it "over here" very much and
I. wish you were here to enjoy it also.
Sincerely yours, Miss Fluffy Dove.
(Honorable Mention.)
The Story of a Penny.
By Evelyn Luce, Aged 12, 6719 Flor
ence Boulevard.
I was first put in a big black pot
with many other pieces of "copper.
Then the men put us in the fire. Pret
ty soon they took us out and poured
us in little molds. They left us in a
long time. Then the men took us to
a store and the store keeper put us
in the cash register. Pretty soon a
little girl came and bought a dime's
worth of candy. She handed the man
a quarter. The mart gave her back IS
pennies. She put us in her pocket and
began to run. I fell out. Along came
a big fat man and picked me up. He
went to the drug store and bought a
soda. He gave the man a nickle and
five pennies. I stayed there a long
time. Finally I went to live with an
old lady. She lost me one day when
it was raining. I then floated into the
gutter. I thought that would be the
end of me, but one day some boys
were playing in the gutter when one
boy exclaimed: "Oh! Look what I
found."
"What is it?" asked another boy.
"A penny. Let's go spend it." The
boy lost me on the way to the store
and couldn't find me, so I am still
lying under the bench on the side
walk.
Doing Their Bit.
By Alice Woods, Aged 12. Colome,
5. D., K. r. V. 1, Box 51. Blue
Side
One day a little girl went to the
garden to hoe and hoed up an ants'
hill, although she didn't know it, be
cause it was beside a big weed and
her mother had told her to hoe out
all the weeds.
The ants didn't know what to do,
so they held a meeting and it was
decided they would make a house by
a garden plant near by and to eat
the roots. The ants worked and
worked until they had it nearly done.
Just then a little ant ran up and ex
claimed "Oh, don't make the new
house there; I have been down to the
people's house and heard them say
that everybody must do all they can
to help win our war and to help win
the war they must have good gar
dens and good crops, and I think we
ought to do something, too."
When the little ant had finished
talking to the ants they thought it
would be a wise plan to move their
house away from the plant and let it
grow to help win the war.
So these ants did their bit by letting
the plant grow.
Sly Robin Redbreast'
By Frank Waiss. Aged 11, Loma,
Neb.
Dear Busy Bees: This is my first
letter. Once there lived in a beauti
ful orchard a couple of robins and
they built their nest high uo in an
apple tree and the mother robin
laid four green eggs in it.
She sat on them day by day, and
once in the morning when she woke
what did she see! Two pair of nice
robins, and she was glad to have
them, and the father had to help find
food for the hungry children.
But once when they came home
the baby robins told mother that a
big creature was climbing up the tree
to eat them up and a little boy chased
her off, and the mother told them it
was a cat, so the next day the father
went and called all of his neighbors
and they all came and hid in a big
bush near the tree, and here came
the cat again, and as she was about
to climb all the birds sprang out of
the bush and scratched the cat's eyes
and pecked her so much that she had
to run away, and the next day they
saw the boy pulling her dead body by
the tail into the creek.
The Brave Soldier.
By Dorothy Pugsley, Aged 11. 1125
South Thirty-first Street, Omaha.
The gleaming stars looked down'from
the sky.
And also the shining moon;
The breezes were whispering through
the trees
Their soft and dreamy tune.
The fields of daisies were nodding
And had quietly gone to sleep.
Yonder , a couple were sitting,
A picture to make you weep.
a
For the brave youth held her hand
And said to her, "Never mind
For boys all over the land
Are leaving their, sweethearts be
hind." She said with a sigh, "Oh! don't mind
me.
And when the fight is o er,
Come back, and we will try to see
The best side of even the war.
Betty's Part . I
By Amy Cathcart, Aged 12, Cook,
Neb.
Lula was just telling h,er mother '
and Betty about her joining the !
"Willing Workers Knitting Society,"
when John rushed in breathless with :
excitement. Betty ran up to him and '
cried, "Oh, John, what's the matter?" i
"Nothing Betty, only I've joined the ;
Boys' War Garden club and we're go
ing to work at it every day, starting
tomorrow." "Why so are we," cried
Lula. "I think we ought to do some
thing patriotic when Jack's fighting in
the trenches over there."
"Oh, I'm ging to help too, I am," ,
cried Betty, slapping her hands in i
glee. "Oh, no, Betty, you are too lit
tle. Why you are only 6 you know,"
replied Lula carelessly.
"Oh yes, I can help, can't I John?" !
But John shook his head and replied,
"Oh, no, Betty, you are much too lit-
tie," and John and Lula went on out
doors. Betty rushe into her mother ;
and cried, "I'm not too little am I?
There's something I can do isn't '
there?" "Yes dearie," and then
mother told her all about the secret .;
Betty worked a long time on the
secret until one day John and' Lula I
found out that it was a war gardenl
They couldn't believe that Betty had
made it all herself. But she had, '
Betty sold all the things in the gardea
and in the end the had five whol
dollars which she gave to the Red
Cross. I think Betty found something
patriotic to do, don't you? '
This it the first time I have ever
tried to write stories. I live in the ;
country near Cook, Neb.
I am 12 years old and am in tb 1
eighth grade at school. I would lfka ;
to see this story in print and better '
still would like to get the prize book f
as I am very fond of reading. i
A Rescue, ' -
By Vivian Roberts, Aged 11, 1204
iMintn street, xiarian, la.
Dear Busy Bees: This is my first
story. I hope to see it in print Little
Johnny had just started to school. He
was getting tired sitting in the seat
so long and having to keep as still as
a little mouse, finally the teacher
dismissed. She said, "Johnny, be
careful when you cross the railroad
track," for Johnny had to on his way
home, johnny answered. "I will."
Wis mother watched the clock so
she could send Billy, the dog, always
to meet Johnny. This time Johnny
got out earlier and his mother didn't
send the dog till the hour he usually
got out. - i ,
Just as Johnny reached the track;
he stumbled over one rail and hit his
head on the other one, which
knocked poor Johnny . unconscious.
shrill whistle was heard.. In a few f ,
seconds the train was just before the f "
curve and still Johnny lay there. Ik"
Just then Billy arrived. He ran and
picked up the child and that was
something thai the people near had
been afraid to do, but tbey had just
arrived. But Billy bad just gotten his
hind leg off the track when the train
flew by. Every one shouted "Good
for the dog."
People near by followed ', Bill
home and told the story. The moth
ed was struck with horror as the
story was told.
But the only results of the acci
dent "was a few bumps on Johnny's
head and they soon got well. And
Billy had the best care that a dog
could have the rest of his life,
i
i
Just Dora.
By Lysle Phillips, Aged 13, Stat,
, Neb., Blue Side.
Out on the streets of New York,
alone, walked a little girl of about the.
age of 10.
She was ragged and poor and dirty.
She was shivering and her eyes wer
dull-looking, but she was pretty.
Ahead of her walked a very rich
gentleman.
Suddenly he took out his handker
chief and something else fell out
Dora ran and picked it up and saw.
it was a pocketbook full of money.
She ran on till she caught op witlt
him. She touched him on the arm
and said, "Sir, does this belong to
Why, yes, my dear. Where did
you find it?" he said after seeing it
was his. .
"I picked it up a little way back,'
she said.
He looked her over a minute'" and
then he said, "Have you a home?
"No, sir," she answered. ,
"What is your name?"
"Dora is all I knowTsir." :
"How would you like to come home
and stay with me? I need someone
to brighten up my home."
She said she would "like to go.
She went home with him and became
his daughter. She went to school
and got a very good edncation and
then taught school for five years. .
Just then war broke out and there
was a call for nurses and she enlisted
as a nurse.
Now she is "over there" doing her
bit.
This Is not a true story.
The Patriotic Pin.
By Eleanor Murray, Aged 11 Years,
Atlantic. Ia. Blue Side.
Dear Busy Bees: I enjoy reading
your busy page of stories, , so I
thought I would like to be a Busy '
Bee too. I wiSh to join the Blu4
Side, because I like blue the best
This is my story:
When a soldier went away his
mother gave him a large pin that had
always been in the family. She gave
it to him as a memory.
When he got to the battle field
in France the pin dropped &ff. And
the pin knowing that the soldier was
fighting for liberty thought it would
help too.
So one night when the Germans
were stealing over the ground to cap
ture the Americans, the pin stuck
one of the soldiers on the foot the
German screamed, and instantly the
Americans were on duty.- They cap
tured the Germans and the man that
the pin had stuck. 'The pin was still
sticking in the man's foot, and the
owner reclaimed it at once, so
pin was patriotic . - t ,
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