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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,
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Janice Smith,
M.rlyn Phllllpi,
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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
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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.
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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!
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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.
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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
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Little Stories by Little Folks
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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.
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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"
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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.
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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
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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
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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-
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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
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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.
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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.
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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
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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.
