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About Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922 | View Entire Issue (Sept. 15, 1918)
ipedd-'P !e 1 tor. The .Omaha Bmj Little Hoiiey-H ak ; : " i ; " . - ., ,. .... V 1BOTY BEES IN WARTIME A Prayer CHILDREN Dear: 1 know you, have all heard stories of the little I Belgian children, who live away across the sea and who are many of I hem hungry and old. Some of these ; "i:y tots have no mothers or fathers, I or their fathers have been killed i" he great war and often their moth-1 crs have died from lack ot tood ami care. So these poor children are left alone and we are going to try and care for them. On Saturday you will see young women on the streets sell ing little bunches of forget-me-nots and all the money which they are given will go to feed and clothe these Belgian babies. Don't you think that each of you could give a few pennies to help these children? Birthday Party. Little Master Raymond Young was 4 years old Wednesday and 17 of his little friends were invited to a real patriotic birthday party. The children played games during the afternoon and then they had the nicest birth day supper. The table was so pretty with tiny little flags and each child had a little partiotic favor, red, white and blue caps and little sol diers. Children in War Times. Little Miss Margaret Anderson en tertained a number of her little friends at the matinee dance Saturday after noon at Seymour Lake club, the fol lowing little children being present: Little Mill . Llttl Mleiei Margaret Anderson, Helen Knapp, TUtmw 4 1 In. 1 .7 1 v u ' Janice Smith, M.rlyn Phllllpi, Maatcre John Ropr, Robert Whitmor. Richard Whltmftre, Eleanor Knapp, Mildred Rldgewa;', Haiol Qlover. Master" Oeorge Miller, Will McCarthy, Harold Satterle. Junior Red Cross Pledge. "I pledge- myself to courage,- to purity, to self-sacrifice, to service to the end that I may help my country, to strengthen her vigor as a nation." Several little girls, among them Jean Borglum and Margaret Shotwell, dressed as Red Cross nurses the other evening and went from house to house asking for money for the Sal vation Army. The little girls looked so pretty in their long white veils that none could refuse them and the money which they brought in will buy many a nice hot doughnut for our boys in the trenches. I must tell you of two little girls, who both have the same first name, Neucy Carotin and Neucy Catanio, who sold $6.25 worth of Council of Defense buttons not long ago. These little maids worked like true Busy Bees and they were proud of their shining dollars. ,fyith the ringing of the school bell ni-A acrain rminrtH nf rmr alle giance to the Junior Red Cross. Per haps your teachers will have some Red Cross work for you and then I am sure that all of you will want to give some little plays and other af fairs Tor the Red Cross. Perhaps some time you would like to carry out the program below and perhaps your teacher will let you have one some afternoon, for this was meant for a class in school. "The Star Spangled Banner". .Entire School Flag Salute By School "I pledge allegiance to my flag and to iha republic for which It stands. Ono nation Indivisible, with liberty and justice for all." "Battle Hymn of the Republic". .By Sshool Paper, "Story of the Red Cross"... A Pupil Talk, "What the Junior Red Cross Is".... "Over There" By School Paper, "Fighting with Nickels and Dimes" A- Pupil Paper, "What I Did this Summer to Help Win the War" A Pupil "The Red, White and Blue" By School Talk, "The Boy and Girl as a Factor in winning uib vvm "America" .....By School i Our Picnic. By Dorothy Young. Aged 10, Her shey, Neb, Last week on our Sunday school picnic we went out to Birch Wood creek. We played games, then we had our dinner. - After dinner we went in Lord, let me live like a regular man. With regular friends and true! Let me play the game on a reg ular plan And let it be that way all through; Let me win or lose with a reg ular smile And never be known to whine, For this is a "regular fellow's" style And I want to make it mine, i Oh, give me a regular chance in life, The same as the rest, I pray! And give me a regular girl for i wife, To help me along the way; Let us know the lot of humanity, Its regular woes and joys, And raise a regular family Of regular girls and boys! Let me live to a regular good- old age, With regular snow white hair, Having done my labor and Y earned my wage, a And played my game for fair. 4- An so at last when the people t scan - X My face on its peaceful bier, They'll say, "Well, he was a reg- T ular man," X And drop a regular tear. j Sunshine Bulletin. .j. swimming. We stayed in for about an hour and a half then we got some dry clothes on and had our supper. After supper we hunted ripe walnuts and strawberries. After we had played some games we came. home. We were very tired but we had a good time. I hope we can go again next year. Enjoyable Day. By Lucille Renner, Aged 13, Helvey, Neb., Blue Side. One Sunday, while I was visiting my married brother, we went to my uncle's who lived down in the hills. My brother's wife and son and his wife s sister, Tillie, went also. We started about 10:30 as it was quite a long distance. Nearing the hills we saw about 2,000 sheep on a hill. It was quite a sight to us as we do not nave sheep in our neighbor hood. We had to cross a large creek just before getting there. A storm had washed everything imaginable down near the banks. There was an old cab washed down from somewhere. We got to my uncle's about .1 o'clock, we had dinner, then Tillie and I roamed over the hills and took pictures, as we both Jock our cam eras. We took some pictures at a rock where it arched over five or six feet and then it was almost like a house underneath. It was on top of a high hill. We were on the hills about two hours. When we got back to the house we went oved to another uncle's. Tillie and I were frightened a great deal of the time. Such roads. Hilly, ditches across them and rocky! We had stopper there and started back about 8 o'clock. We took a dif ferent road back. We went over a place just wide enough for the car. If the wheel had moved half an inch we would have been upset, for there were deep ditches on both sides. We were all frightened, but got over all right. We reached home at 10:30. Tillie Clever Littl fflUiner,. j '1HI HI- LADY CORN Lady Corn with stately mien , Wears a mantle ribbed with green; Her evening gown of pearly hue Is often trimmed with drops of dew. Corn-flower Children lift her skirt Above the little hills of dirt. Hef silken tresses every morn They comb and brush for Lady Corn. r"""" "' j.'" "" - .. , i--, TT;;5tr w.v 2 s!&si;ws J'V ,; :?: STf ? - j; fe'M : J I ? J ) Z ' -i,s v ' ' v , , , . ! : r::::':':?:o:':::ft::- CMIdlhood :: What if Cod had not put chil- dren on earth. But only grown up men andv women! 1 Though men were kinder, wo- I men lovelier, 4 And all fair things the flowers, V birds and butterflin J Were twice as fair but still f there were no children. J No tramp of little feet In play, , No shout of joyous laughter, No nestling heads against our breast. No twininir arms around our neck, i No dancing eyes, nor tender J lips , i O! then, dear heart, this world I would be f A place too weary X Far too dreary f To live in you and me! Charlotte Conkright Kinney T in the Mother's Magazine. X WAS IT WORTH IT? Jam tarts unlimited was little Bob by's idea of heaven, but since war flour came and the fat was scarce he hadn't been quite so fond of them as before. Mother, coming into the kitchen one afternoon, sawr Bobby gazing at a dish of newly baked tarts. . "What are you doing, Bobby?" she asked sharply. "I was just wondering, mother." "Wondering? You haven't touched those tarts, I hope." "Not yet, mother," said Bobby. "I was . just wondering if they're nice enough to be whipped for." London Answers. D Charlotte c&eyti Little Miss Charlotte Heyn is a real milliner as well as a patriot, for she has spent her vacation making dolls' hats. These cunning bonnets Char lotte will sell and the price is from 10 to 25 cents, and all the money will he given to the Red Cross. You see, Charlotte has two big brothers who are serving Uncle Sam. One is Hugo Heyn, who is in the navy, and the other is Chester E. Heyn, who is now over in France fighting for us, so the little sister at home is doing her bit, too. If any one of you would like one of these hats for your dolly just call Harney 1999 and Charlotte will be glad to sell you one and you will be helping the. Red Cross, too. and I were tired, but we had had a real nice time. Tillie especially, for she had never been there before. I am 13 years old and will enter high school this fall. The Surprise. By Evelyn Luce, Aged 12,4708 North Thirtieth Street, Omaha. (Red Side.) John and Paul did not think they would have a very merry Christmas as they would not get to see their grandpa and grandma. They had not seen them for three years as they lived way out on a ranch. This year they were going to visit Uncle Robert and Aunt Helen. When they reached their destination Uncle Robert and Aunt Helen, Uncle Paul and Aunt Lucy, Uncle John and Aunt Betty, and Prudy, Betty, Grace and Horace were all out on the porch to meet them. At last Christmas eve came and when everyone was ready to go to bed Betty exclaimed "Where shall we hang our stockings?" "We won't hang up any stockings tonight, as we have other plans for this Christmas." The next day the children all went out to play in the snow. When half-past seven came Aunt Helen decided it was dark enough to open the big folding doors. There stood a huge Christmas tree, with almost a hundred shining can dies. "Oh, my! What a big tree. And just look at the candles on the tree. And the presents," exclaimed Prudy Aunt, Helen distributed the pres ents. For John came a bright sled, a nair of skates, several books ana other toys. Paul received a sled, skates and other toys. Betty got a big doll, a locket and a pair of furs. Prudy received a wrist watch, books, a little doll and some handkerchiefs. Grace got some new dresses and hair ribbons and a doll. Horace received a sled and a pair of skates as well as other toys. They all had many new games. "I wish grandpa and grandma were here," sighed Prudy. But the best surprise of all was yet to come. For when they got to the table, who should they see but grand pa and grandma and they were sitting at the big table ready for the rest to come in. Grandpa and grandma gave each child a $5 bill Title Swim Little Stories by Little Folks 4708 The Rugged Canyon. Bv Imogen Luc'e. Aped 10 North Thirtieth Street. Oh, Rugged Canyon, what makes you roar As you go along you puff and snore. I wonder where you go as you flow along? You pass over the rocks and leave a loud song. People sit on the pretty green grass As you pass along like shining glass. Up above you, oh! so high, Float the fleecy clouds up in the blue sky. W -(Ss'- ''"'if! ; ' , v ' . I ' is & M' ' i " A I ' ' " i (Prixe Letter,) What Patriotism Means. By Mary Isabell Tool. Aged 10 Years, Murdock, Neb. Patriotism means to be patriotic. To buy Liberty bonds and War Sav ing Stamps and thrift stamps. I have bought two books of thrift stamps. It also means to save food. We must save a lot of wheat and stmar. In school, children can learn to save pa per and wood and lead. Many school children chew their pencils. 1 used to do that, but now I've slopped. Every body in America should be an Ameri can citien. I am an American citizen. The Red Cross knits for the soldier boys and makes garments for them, too. They make garments for Ihe French babies, too. Seven little girls under the ae of 12 years, Marguerite McDonald, Hen riettarietta Ilaur, Ruth Baur, Irene McDonald, Marvel. Amgwert. Hilde gard Baumgartener and myself, start ed a Junior Red Cross store. We sold doll clothes, fruit and candies, watermelon, muskmelon. We've made nearly $51) and are going to keep up until we make $50. Everybody must do their bit in this world. (Honorable Mention.) A Patriotic Bargain. By Dorothy May Harris, Age 13, Villisca, la. Box 191. "Well, school has begun," sighed Glen Lewis, as she walked along after school. She met her friend, Hally. "Oh! Hello, Hally," she cried. "I'm so glad to see you. Won't you go to the candy kitchen with me; I have 75 cents?" "Oh, no, Glen Louise, I musn't; I am going to try to finish my pair of socks." "Well, I suppose you won't then, but I think you talk iiilly." The two girls parted. One to do her bit and work, and the other to spend her money, a slacker. A week later the two girls met again. "Oh! Hally, you just must come to the candy kitchen with me. I want you to try a new kind of ice cream. You must, ane caugnt nai ly by the hand. "Oh! I cannot," cried Hally. " They had gone a little way when a happy thought struck Hally. "Say. Glen Louise, 1 will go with you if you will promise that you will let me teach you how to knit. "All right," said Glen Louise. They ate their ice cream and then started home. "Come and let me show you," said Hally, "it is very simple." The two girls sat down, side by side, "Now you must hold your thread this way," began Hally. Glen Louise learned fast and be fore she went home she could knit nicely. "I didn't know it was so much fun," laughed Glen Louise, and I am going to start a pair of socks tomorrow" 1. Write plainly and number the paces. 2. Use oen and Ink. not nenc 1 3. Short and pointed articles 4 will be given preference. Dc $ not use over 250 words. 4. Original stories or letters i onlv will be used. ' 1 5. Write your name, sgt and J 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 ha Bee, Omaha, Neb. HEK "VAIirVKrGHT. Miss Helen Wainright, of New York, juvenile aquatic star, easily captured the 100-yard championship swim for girls under 12 years of age, held at the Red Cross meet at Belmar N. J. Miss Wainright also competed in the fancy diving contest and her work against some of the best divers of the country was the feature attrac tion of the meet. PTR O Ti Tl Tl rvT 11 Tl O Thmir Lattonlahlma tdviPmUivma II onrjn erwrv iis II xsc rfcs Til II I KSk. n ci I wv Iwv n TfcTv n o , m o. o" .0 "o in Natural Fairyland rasnhcrrv and lemon, an that thev dashed madly away. The chariot were almost as good as candies. At smashed against a high wall of sugar each olate was a class made of crystal and broke into many pieces, the sugar sutrar and filled with thick suear syr up, and this seemed to be the only thing to drink. After eating so much sugar the children naturally became thirsty, and when the king asked Twinkle if she would like anything else she answered promptly: ies, Id like a drink of water. At once a murmur of horror arose from the sugar people present and the king pushed back his chair as if greatly disturbed. v Water he exclaimed in amaze ment. "Sure," replied Chubbins. " I want some, too. We're thirsty." Ihe king shuddered. "Nothing in the world." he said gravely, "is so dangerous as water. It melts sugar in no time and to drink it would destroy you instantly." Were not made of susrar, said Twinkle. "In our country we drink all the water we want." "It may be true," returned the kinc; "but I am thankful to say there is no drop of water in all this favored country. But we have syrup, which is much better for your health. It filis up the spaces inside vou and t i f i AFTER they had seen tne SlgntS ' , , ;," ".-"' nartiens aim mawes you soua. of the city the carriage turned vl,lIhere,th'y V-he ".rn!?e I'11 make? nie thirstier than ver." intn a hrnarl hichwav that led a,1(1 flowed tiiesugar king mto the said the cirl. "But if vou havi no water we must try to get along until we get home again." When the luncheon was over, they entered the carriage again and were driven back towards the city. On the way the six sugar horses became restless and pranced arcmnd in so lively a manner that the sugar coach man could scarcely hold them in. And when they had nearly reached the palare a part of the harness broke and without warning all six horses (Copyright, isu, by Reiiiy & Britton Co.) tain was anything but pure sugar CHAPTER VII. Twinkle Gets Thirsty. FTER they had seen the sights of the city the carriage turned into a broad highway that led ino the country and soon they began fields of sugar corn and gar- -L I V V-gar pV Nv, ?.ere tfd , - unless the inside of the frosted man proved to be of a different material By and by they reached a pretty villa, where they all left the carriage and followed the sugar king into the sugar house. Refreshments had been ordered in advance, over the sugar telephone, so that the dmitig table was already laid and all they had to do was to sit in the Drettv suear pendants. jvxre sanawicnes ana saiaas hit 1 and many other sugar t, served on sugar plates; 'dren found that some with wintergreen and neoole. as well as Twinkle and Chub bins, being thrown out and scattered in all directions. The little girl was not at all hurt, nor was Chubbins, who landed on top the wall and had to climb down again. But the king had broken one of the points off his crown, and sat upon the ground gazing sorrowfully at his wrecked chariot. And Lord Cloy, the frosted man, had smashed one of his feet, and everybody could now see that underneath the trosting was a material very like marshmallow a discovery that was sure to condemn him as unfit fof the society of the solid sugar-loaf aristocracy of the country. But perhaps the most serious acci dent of all had befallen Princess Sakareen,- whose leftjeg had broken short off at the knee. Twinkle ran up to her as soon as she could and found the Princess smiling happily and gazing at the part of the broken leg which she had picked up. "See here. Twinkle," she cried; "it's as solid as the king himself! I'm not hollow at all. It was only my imagination." "I'm glad of that," answered Twinkle; "but what will you do with a broken leg?" "Oh, that's easily mended," said the Princess. "All I must do is to put a little syrup on the broken parts, and stick them together, and then sit in the breeze until it hardens. I'll be all right in an hour from now." It pleased Twinkle to hear this, for she liked the prettv sugar princess. ing CHAPTER VIII. After the Runaway. ihe king came up to them. $ay 'T hope you are not injured." "We are all right," said Twinkle; "but I'm getting dreadful thirsty, so if your Majesty has no objection I guess we'll go home." "No objection at all," answered the king. Chubbins had been calmly filling his pockets with broken spokes and other bits of the wrecked chariot; but feel ing nearly as thirsty as Twinkle, he was glad to learn they were about to start for home. They exchanged good-byes with all their sugar friends, and thanked the sugar king for his royal entertain ment. Then Captain Brittle and his soldiers escorted the children to the archway through which they had en .tered Sugar-Loaf City. I hey had little trouble in going Back, although the tunnel was so dark in places that they had to feel their Way. But finally daylight could be seen ahead, and a few minutes later they scrambled up the stone steps and squeezed through the little doorway. There was their basket, just as they had left it. and the afternoon sun was shining softly over the familiar world ly landscape, which they were both rejoiced to see again. Chubbins closed the iron door, and as soon as he did so the bolts shot into place, locking it securely. The Kind Man. By Alice Woods, Aged 12, Colome, S. D. Blue Side. Once there was a water famine in the land and the animals and people were dying of thirst. There were mountains in the land where the water famine was and near an old man's hut from between two rocks a little stream of water slowly dribbled down on the ground. When the poor old man saw the animals dying of thirst he cut down a tree and hollowed it out and caught the drops, one by one, in his hands and put them into the hollow tree. After many hours the old man had enough water in the hollow tree for some of the animals to get a drink, but the old man kept catching the water in his hands, for he wished that all of the animals could have a drink He kept putting them into the hollow tree all day and all night without even stopping to eat or drink or sleep. Many animals had had a drink by that time and they said to one another, that they would each bring something for him to eat whenever they came to get a drink. So some brought him wild grapes, pears, apples or berries, anything they could find growing wil4. to eat. And when the people would come to get a drink he would give them things to eat, for he had too much to eat by himself. This certain man was always doing some kind deed. Let us try to do some kind deed ourselves. . , ... , . i . ... . . .1 . j .. . . PttTTTVTTTtTTTTtTtTTtTTTYT some American soldiers with her. so she made the Germans hold up their hands and she shot two and captured two, so that's the way she got her war medal, and she was made a United States Red Cross nurse. Goodby, Busy Bees. Marie the Nurse. By Martha Bartson, Aged 11, '311 South Eighth Street, Omaha. In a baas hospital on the front lines Nurse Marie said to Dr. Fair man, "When will that man stop moaning? He talks so much about home!" The doctor replied, coolly: "That man has a piece of shrapnel on his brain, which means a serious opera tionl Will you please attend to hint tonight?" "Why, of courier That night Marie sang in a low, sweet voice the suffering man o sleep. In the morning all the Red Cross nurses were surprised to see that Marie was not in her accustomed place. The soldier during the night had gained consciousness and was speak ig to Marie. He said: "You sing so much like my sister, Marie. The Germans drove her and mother and father out of the village. The last I heard of her she was a Red Cross nurse in a base hospital I" Marie started when she heard all this and said, "What is your name?" The French soldier said; "My name is Pierre Andre. What is yours?" Marie exclaimed, "My name is Marie Andre and you are my brother t" i lie ncxi live muiuics wcic aym in hugging and kissing. Pierre got well, by his sister, Marie. Pierre, the poilu., and Marie, the Red Cross nurse, are still working for V11VII klUSC. ... A Red Cross Plea.1 By Marjorie Corey, Aged 11, 2809 South Thirty-third Street, Omaha. Our boys are bleeding "over there." Wake, Americans! Do you not care? Come with that money you so sel fishly hold. Come, Americans, do as you are told. The Red Cross needs your money for the Yanks. Let us all empty out our banks. Hark! The call of humanity Coming from 6'er the sea. Have you still got the spirit of 76? Please show it, now that we are in a mix. ' Hear the Red Cross call Answer it, all. Let not your spirit lag; Keep high the Red Cross flag. Give, give, to the Red Cross today. Please give for our Sammies far away Oh, Americans over here, -Please to the Red Cross plea give car If you are true to this land You will lend the Red Cross a helpini hand. Come with your money! Have f care! Give for the sake of our boys ovei there. Helps Red Cross. By Fern Olson. Aged 7, Funk, Nth, Blue Side. Dear Busy Bees: May was a good girl. She wanted to -help the Red Cross. She told her father that she wanted a pig, so he gave her one. And when it was big she sold it for $70. She bought Liberty bonds. This will K all fnr tUt tim How Jack Found His Sister. By Evelyn Edlund, Aged 11. Axtell, Neb. Blue Side. Dear Busv Bees: One time there was an American boy named Jack. His mother and fther were rich. He bad a sister named Margaret. Jack was 14 and Margaret was 12. When the war broke out between Germany and France he wanted to help France, but he was too young. When he was 18 he enlisted and went to fight for France. When the United States de clared war with Germany Margaret went as a Red Cross nurs.e. She was a nuise, so did not have to be trained. One day Margaret was taking care of a boy and when she was writing home for. him she found that he was her brother. They were very glad to see each other. I would like t have some ofi the Busv Bees write to me. I will gladly write back. 1 hope Mr. Wastepaper basket is full. Goodby. "Joan's Bravery." "Where's the key?" asked Twinkle. Kv Roberta Christensen. Aged 7, U5 "I put it into mv pocket," said Chubbins. "but it must have dropped out when I tumbled from the king's chariot." "That's too bad," said Twinkle; "for now no one can ever get to the sugar city again. The door is locked, and the key is on the other side." "Never mind," said the boy. "We've seen the inside of Sugar-Loaf Moun tain once, and that'll do us all our lives. Come on, Twink. Let's go home and get a drinkl" (The End.) North Main Street Joan was a poor little French girl. She lived between the Franch and American firing lines! Her father had gone to war and been killed by the Huns, and her mother had been killed by shell fire, so Joan lived atone. One day some Germans came to her house. So she told them to come in and sit down. She talked to them and the German officer let her play with his gun. After a while she told them that she would go and get some food. Pretty spon she came back bringing "Ncrth-Ltni Cradle Song' Out in the woods, oh hear those trees moan, Isn't it pitifuf, when you're all alone-? And in the deep woods, if you should get lost, And if 'twere winter, and should come old Jack Frost. What would you do; would you just laugh and say, "It's getting dark,' so my head down I'll lay." And wouldn't you be afraid of the bears? Or would you just say, "I'm not afraid, who cares?" Could you rest peacefully in the woods so cold, And could you be brave and very bold? You may say now, "I think 'twould be great fun," But if you heard a bear growl, I'm sure j ouj would run. Be g'ad you're not in tiie woods, my little one. Now po to scep, and wake up with the sun. , There's nothing to fear, my little one, in your bed. Jack Frost will not come, or the bea ori thee tread. I , Now go to sleep, and rest in peace, Dream of the lambs, with down white fleece. - - ELIZABETH PAFFENRATH, Age 10 years.