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4 R THE OMAHA SUNDAY BEE: SEPTEMBER 22, 1918. facial Pag Im The mata M8f LIttk leeay -Halter ' S , : Bipy B inn Wair Tim i T i- EAR CHILDREN: Are not I 1 these lovely, crisp days? I ex pect you scurry along to school for the breezes are certainly liippy. I see numbers of boys and girls hurrying along, their cheeks just - matching their pretty red sweaters. I think you all must be very busy for you are not writing as many stories as you once did. I am always glad to have your stories and hope that you will sharpen you pens and your wits very soon and write me some pretty ones. Don t forget, too, that I am eager to hear of your little clubs and so cieties. The Sammies' Sunbeams are working industriously I hear. All last winter these little maids made scrap books for the wounded sol diers and you can just imagine their delight, when they received a letter from France from a Sammy, who had enjoyed one of their books, while he was in the hosiptal. Lovingly, MARGARET. Little Knitter X SI V ess m m fi '4 " ' .;'.' VI W3 iWWMriimrartircMiiiiiiirM iimiHB mi 'Please don't speak to me; I'm afraid I'll drop a stitch," says little Madge Arline Peterson, This little girl, who is only 3 years old, is knit ting a square for a soldier's blanket, and she loves to do it, too. Madge's home is in Auburn, Neb., and when her mother goes to the Red Cross meeting she goes, too, and sits and Children In War Times. ' All those of who live in Omaha demembtr the birthday celebration which was given in honor of General Pershing. You probably saw the huge cake with its many candles, heard the bands play and saw the people marching. Wouldn't you be nappy if your birthday fell on the 13th of September, too? We have two Busy Bees who are real little patriots and they are very proud of the fact that they could celebrate their birthdays with our great general. Little Miss Charlotte Still, who lives at 3330 Manderson street, is one of our Pershing girls and little Miss Fula Maxine Face is ; 4. the other one. Eula lives in Union. 1 4W4,4'H4 Neb., and she was just. 4 years old this fall. TO AMERICA. HERE'S to the Starry Bannerl Let it shine on our masts and towers And here's to the Graat Republic That has welded her strength with ours! Her flag's ir the streets of London; Her fleet's on the Northern Sea; And her sons stand firm in the trenches, To fight till the world is free.1 From the Lakes to the Mexican border, From Maine to the Golden Gate, There is drumming and marching ! and drilling ! Through every giant state. It begins at the call of the bugle, With the sun on the earth's wide I' rim: And the heart of the Great Republic Is beating a battle hymn. The heavens are filled with her eagles, Which circle and soar and swing; Through the windy city; they go wheeling by, . With her star' on each widespread wing; And in alf her ports and rivers, In building yards and slips,. Night and day the hammers play On the ribs of her rising ships. ,She is forging mighty armies To fight in a war for peace; They shall leave her shores in a thousand' ships To strike till the sword shall cease; 'Till the tyrant's power is broken By land and sky and sea; The last World Conqueror over thrown And the world, at length, is free. Bertrand Shadwell in London Chronicle. m ID) irt- 2 . in jl . knits' just like a grown-up lady. iklv.v V iff? i?r 1 l ; i i Little Stories by Little Folk H (Prize.) Somewhere in France. By Lisle Phillips, Aged 13, Star, Neb., Blue Side. To Mrs. Scarlet Tanager: I am over in France now carrying messages from the hospitals to the trenches. I will tell you of one of my adventures. I was sitting in the bottom of a trench eating some crumbs that a soldier threw to me. Just as I got through eating, an officer ran up, picked me up and tied a message to my leg, then he pointed out my di rection and I started. My, but I flew fast. I soon reached the hos pital I started for. I flew in an open window ard lit on a doctor's shoul der, and he untied the message, read it, wrote another one, tied it on my leg and I returned to the trench Well, I must close now. From Tootsie Wren. (Honorable Mention.) My Pony.. By Bernice Johnston, Aged 11 . Doniphan, Neb., Blue Side. : , About four years ago when I wai riding my .pony, he wanted to eat: some hay. I couldn't get him to go. I'apa was near and he picked up ft slick and hit him. The pony jumped and threw m off on the ice. I broke my right arm. It is still crooked. I am in the sixth grade at school. Busy Bees, write to me. Soldier's Quilt. By Ada Karr, Aged 10, Doniphan, Neb. Last year at our school we made a quilt. L made three blocks. Mj brother m:iIe two. In all we had 10a blocks. There was a big red crosi in the ni'ddle. We hope it will keep some soldier warm. We lik . to help the Red Cross. i ft. - Vktory Qwh" Help inrWar Fundi DiriYe i Mck C P J ociuetze Casper Matinee Dance. y The children have had such good times this summer dancing at Seyr mour Lake club.. Last Saturday was the las,t pne of these parties, i for the club will soon be closed. Lit tle Miss Jane Roberts was hostess for 30 tiny folk, who romped and danced all afternoon.' Just as, the gun began to cast long shadows on the grass they had supper, together' with pink ice cream and candies. - Birthday Dinner. Bertha Mae and Martha Ri Brad .fprd ere birthday girls this week and a "lovely little birthday dinner was giverf in their honor. A cake ..with cunnmg" little candles decorated "".the table, i After some games the lit tie guests : departed wishing the twins many, many happy birthdays. A number of the girls from the Garfield school gave a "penny show" last Saturday.. 'They all wore pretty costurhes "with long flowing draper ies nd their "audience was such a large one that they made $4. This money will be used to buy maga zines for the soldier boys at Fort Crook. Three sisters. Vera Zieger and Nona Zieger, and Mae have two brothers in Uncle Sam's service. One of them is. in France with our Nebraska base hospital unit, and the ether brother will be there soon. Next week we will have a picture " of these pretty girls and you will see their two baby brothers holding up a huge flag which is draped be- - hind them. The other girls who made the show such a success were ' Edna Moberg, Mary Schmidt, Ellen .. Nevins and Mae Roberts. . BIRD MUSIC. PERHAPS it seems strange to you that birds have the same song to greet us with all the time; hat is, birds of the same kind. Yet the "little brothers of the air" do have changes in their set gongs, as I found. out once. It was up at a town on Long Island one day that I found this out. I heard a song sparrow singing his little song, and it seemed so dif ferent fronl the rest of the song sparrows that I wrote a note to John Burroughs, who knows every thing about birds' songs, you know. John Burroughs is the author who has written so much about birds and their, habits that sometimes people call him "the bird man." Very soon a note came back to me from Mr. Burroughs. It said that spng sparrows and other birds, too, do make variations on their set songs sometimes. He said that he had noticed song sparrows putting an extra turn in their song. Some of this type of bird sang just the plain song of the song sparrow, which is a very pretty one. . I think Mr. Burroughs called a lit tle warbler who put in extra quirks and thrills irt its song, "a prima donna." But then I have preserved Mr. Burrough's letter to me on birds and I can refer to it and find out certainly. It was a bit of fun, of course, for him to call the bird the prima donna of the company. I haveia number of John Burroughs' letters to me, on different subjects, and I prize them very highly. It will be a good exercise for you children to keep a notebook about birds' songs and habits, and if you notice any difference in their songs or learn any new habit they have formed (that is, a habit new to you) you can perhaps be of some use to ornithologists. You can write to some celebrated oi. e and tell him about it, and that will be real scientific work. I once had a friend who, when a girl on her v- .ifion. up in Canada, discovered a new kind of fern, and named it. She afterward became quite celebrated as a botanist, and I do not doubt that what encouraged her to become an expert in this kind of scientific study was her having discovered this fern in her school days. Young birds have to be taught by their mother to sing, and it has been described how she sets about it, sing ing a phrase for the little baby bird to imitate. If the baby cannot carry its tune well and falters, gets out of breath, perhaps, or gets nervous and stops, the mother bird takes up the song where birdie dropped it and then she goes on to round it out. She does not begin all over again on the same phrase. I know that once when we had young canary birds who had been brought up without any mother after a time so that they never had any teaching, never be came good singers. They sang and sang softly and sweetly, but they did not sing like (Other canary birds. A Bird of War. In spite of the enormous stimulus the war has given to -aviation and to invention, in some directions it has necessitated a return to ancient and long-discarded methods. Trench warfare, the use of hand grenades, and defensive armor are simply re incarnations of things the spirit of which had already disappeared. One cf the more picturesque revivals at the front is the use of the carrier Champion girl and boy canners are Esther Casper and Nicholas Schuetze (only the boys always call him Nick and nobody knows who is meant when you say Nicholas). AO last year , Esther and Nick worked enthusiastically in the can ning classes Miss Sarah Canfield and Mr. Joe Ihm held at the various schools. Nick liked the work so well that' he went to three different canning classes and he carried Bees to earn the money to buy the fruit and vegetables to can. He was a hard-working boy all year, but the work was good fun for him. The last of August all the fruit in the boys' and girls' canning clubs had put up was counted and looked overMMHMMSM- and it was found that Esther had canned 290 pints and Nick 250 pints, a good deal more than anybody had canned. Each won a goodly pile of thrift. stamps by their energy, as well as having all the nice fruit j and vegetables to eat this coming ! winter. Nick did not send his I canned good to the fair, and Esther ' only sent a few cans, but she won j a first prize on a can of corn. No mere picture can show you how de- ! licious the fruit and vegetables look, but those who have had the pleasure ' of tasting them say that both Esther and- Nick are excellent canners and ' the results of their summer's work J are well worth eating. pigeon. This bird was employed as a message carrier by the Saracens in the first crusade, and, to take a long leap in history, when Paris was besieged in 1870 by the Ger mans, homing-pigeons proved their usefulness. Their miniature mail bags contained microscopic photo graphs of dispatches, some of which contained almost 30,000 words. To day, says Mark Merideth in St. Nicholas, the United States govern ment is searching for 5,000 suitable birds for the western front. Young birds that had not been previously "flown" would soon settle down in new homes behind the lines, and it' is intended that they should be taken right into the firing line to act as ordinary and emergency messengers "when telephone and telegraph com munication is interrupted and when smoke and gas attacks prevent the use of signals. The birds will be flown in sets of half a dozen, each one carrying a copy of the same message, thus the chance of safe arrival in the dove cote will be in creased and the transport of the precious document at the speed of a mile a minute insured. Taking into consideration the modern marvels of telephony and telegraphy, this re vival of what was an obsolete meth od of communication seems all the more interesting and furnishes yet another illustration of the way in which, by simple laws, the prompt ings of instinct, man attains a de sired result when his own complex inventions have been thrown out of working order." In the Old Days. The child of colonial days had but little connection with the world at large. He probably never had seen a map of the world, and if he had, he didn't understand it. Foreign news there was none, in our present sense, writes Alice Morse Earle in "Child Life in Colonial Days." Of The Uttl 'Wiffi 'oi Me BY DAVID CORY THE little willful princess had the dearest little work.basket, that stood on four spindly legs of its own, and was just at her elbow whenever, she wanted to use it. It was bronze and gold color and inlaid ' in a quaint and curious pattern. No - one knew exactly what it 'contained, although it was pretty full, till one day it was upset and the contents , scattered all over the floor. Every body, of . course, scrambled to pick .them up. and thus were brought to light a host of unfortuniate articles ' .that had been vainly awaiting the fin ishing touch, for six months or more. "Eloisel Eloise!" exclaimed her another, who happened at that mo ; ment to enter the room. V'l bought Jou this pretty basket, rif dear, in opet it would make you mdustri ;oui. but, now that you have used it , "Very, well," answered the fairy queen, "if you will be good and obedient you shall try it for a few days; then, if you still like it, you will be turned from the little will ful princess into a fairy, the like ness of any flower you may choose." "O, let me be a peony, they are so big and red!" cried the little princess. "Wait and see how you would like to be a sister to Mrs. Poeny, who is the only one of the family here," answered the queen. "And, let me tell you, we don't play all day. We have to collect flower petals from which to make our dresses, and gather the silver cobwebs just so in order to make our evening gowns and veils, else the delicate ma terial will tear Each one Of us has duties to perform, for ft is not to the queen she re-entered ner tears came to the eyes of the little carriage and drove off. princess 'and, crying gently, she "How do you like your future Knocked at the golden gate of the I . V 4. 11 . 1 ! . ... . . , . 1 o oaaiy. i snau ww ii w-j - -1 all pl b an means in fairyiand. verv article beeun here is well hn-i-..,.'. '..' . ... . " ' rf r ished.' The little princess said nothing fof a moment. Then, covering her face with her hands to hide the tears, she " ran from the room and out into the girden. In vain her royal mother 'called for her to return. The willful princess di1 not pause, until she . 'threw herself down upon "the grass in a secluded spot. Suddenly , she " opened her eyes very wide, "Can it - be," she said to herself.-'that fairies ' live in the grass? I will be as- still as a mouse and watch." Sure enough there they were.' Not 'onfy on one blade of grass, but on .many, little fairies,' light as thistledown, were dancing and swaying about, eah one dressed in the same sort otairy robe of shining green, and With bright crowns on their heads, all' made of fdewdrops which sparkled in the sun , ' shine. Vry merry they seemed, and very busy, too, for they -scattered handsful of tiny dewdrops wherever they went, and the grass and-flowers bent to meet them, as if glad to feel their cool touch. ' . . "Oh, let we stay with youl cried the little prinoe&s, tenderly, turning to a fairy who seemed to be the ' nueen of them all: "let me live with ion,' for every one omP r ; is so cross at V xne ntue princess nung ner neaa at these ,-vords. -t' "There," suddenly exclaimed the queen, "Mrs. Peony is coming this way. I'll introduce you. Just then a tiny fairy carriage came driving up. Mrs. Poeny was leaning back in the cushious, , fan ning her red face with a white rose leaf. She stopped at sight of the queen, however, andl gathering up ner crimson satin dress, jumped from the carriage. , ' "This little girl, as she would be called in the world where she has always lived, is anxious to become a fairy, and she thinks she would like to be your sister," said the queen. Take her home, if you please, and teach her all you have to do." "My. she is so big," answered Mrs. Peony, "that I could orfly carry her little toe home in my car riage 1" "She will be reduced to the proper size, should she ever really make one of your family," answered the queen. "As you cannot take her in your carriage, I will show her the way to your home on foot." Td this Mrs. Peony only replied by a respectful bow, as in obedience sister?" asked the queen of the lit tle princes. "Not quite so well as a fairy as I did as a flower," she replied, rather discontentedly. "Can't I be a sweet pea or a mignonette fairy, and al ways have something smelling sweet on my handkerchief?" "No," replied the quean. "I don't know how it may be with little girls, but fairies are never allowed to change their minds so soon. ' You wanted to be a peony, and now"you want to be something else, beaause Mrs. Peony's appearance doesn't suit you. Until you have tried her kind of life you cannot decide whether to be like her." r By this time they had reached Mrs. Peony's house, and found her with flushed face, resting on a couch of real forest velvet. She rose at once, however, as her queen entered, while the little willful princess sat down outside, encamped like a giantees before the doorway of her future home. The queen did not stay long and, as she kissed the little princess goodby, she said, "I hope you will try to please Mrs. Peony." ' "Now," said Mrs. Poeny, as the queen disappeared, "come with me to the waterfall, for nearby there grow many checkerberrie" When they reached the place, she said to the princess, "Roll three of them home for tea as quickly as you can, and we will make jam out of them. The queen is extremely fond of jam 'Roll theml" laughed the little princess "Why, I'll carry a dozen!" and with this she gathered up a handful and turned toward Mrs. Peony's house. Throwing the ber ries in through the open door, she turned and ran after the sweet-pea fairy, who suited her fancy better than any other. Overtaking her, she found she had been ioirsed by a gay little troop, who, juiffping on the hacks of birds and butterflies, soon vanished from her sight. The "I have done what Mrs. Peony desired; now I want to join Miss Pea and some other fairies who have gone off for a ride. I don't want to be a peony, beautiful queen!" "You are more unreasonable as a mortal' than you will be as a fairy, so I will turn you into a pea sister at once." explained the queen, as she opened the fairy portal. . . Her soft garments floated across the face of the little willful princes gently as a kiss, as she spoke; and, feeling herself tremble all over, she seemed to shake off the wrappings whiqh enfolded her, and beheld in the golden gate the reflection of an other fairy figure beside the queen's. "Oh, Oh! How strange I feel!" exclaimed the little princess. "Am I really and truly a little fairy, and is this myself, only so very tinyj" "Yes," answered the queen. "And now come wi.thme." They floated along with the mo tion of wind-driven flowers until they reached, a shady dell, inclosed by vines whose broad leaves were silvered by the moonlight. Fairies started up here and there and form ed a circle about them, and in a few minutes the queen commenced giv ing her orders and sending groups of them away on one errand or an other. When the little princess saw her pea sister about to depart she lost no time in following her ex ample. Pulling up a long ribbon of rass She threw it over a robin's neck and flew off after her party. To her surprise she only overtook them at her father's castle. Find ing the great doors closed the fairies whirled about, turned backhand flew across the. rose-garden, up to the window of her mother's bedcham ber. She followed after and halted the robin on the window-sill. Nurses with bottles "were hurrying to and fro. The court-physician looked very grave, and the king seemed so stern and sad that even the little wijlful princess, although she was Joslt Amnsirkfiunis It ain't the guns, nor armament, ? Nor funds that they can pay, f But the close co-operation X That makes them win the day. f You must not call them Sam- 3. mies, f You should not call them t Yanks, X And if you call them Dough- ? boys, Loud laughter splits their -j ranks; V You. will not call them Buddies, And when on Kultur's track You need not call them forward. j You cannot call them back. London Chronicle. special English events he might oc casionally learn, months after they had happened, but never, had, any details nor any ordinary happenings. European information was of the scantiest and rarest kind. From other great continents came nothing. Nor was his knowledge of his own land extended. There was nothing to interest him in the news letter, even if he read it. He cared nothing for the other colonies, he knew little of other towns. If he lived in a seaport, he doubtless heard from the sailors on the wharves tales of adventure and romantic interest, and he learned from his elders de tails of trade, both of foreign and native ports. The boy, therefore, grew up with his life revolving in a small circle; the girl's life was still smaller. It had its advantages and its serious disadvantages. , At any rate, children were serenely content, for they were unconscious. Instruction printed in an early Each to "earn or give" $5, is the part "Victory Girls" are to be called upon to play in the United War Work campaign, and Victory Girls all between the ages of 12 and 20 will number, the country over, more than 1,000,000 strong. RallyingNebraska'sgirls will he the work of Mrs. Charles J. Hubbard of this city, state leader, and of Miss Rhoda Foster, Minneapolis, town and country secretary of the Young Women's Christian association, north central field committee, state director. Miss Foster's work will correspond with that of Paul H. Mc Kee of this city among the Victory Boys of the state. As with the Victory Boys, the girls' contribution to the war camp recreational fund must be earned or sacrificed. There can be no appeal tor tne tunas oi tonn mamma or stern papa. Money already saved for hat, boots, piece of fur or other need or luxury, may be given, pro vided the hat or fur is gone with out. Otherwise it is real work, in certain prescribed channels, that must net the contribution. In so liciting the Victory Girls' quota, the value of the $5-gift will be stressed as providing one fighter for- five weeks with the recreational privi leges of the seven merged war work societies. "Wherever you are is the western front," is the slogan that is rallying the girls. "What they have already done is not to be ignored," says Miss Foster. "They have been a big factor in helping ,to create proper attitude around cantonments between the girl, and the boy in uniform; in raising the social standard at home; and in promoting community-wide war and recreational work." English book as to behavior at the table ran thus: "Never sit down at the table till asked and after the blessing. Ask for nothing; tarry till it be offered thee. Speak not. Bite not thy bread, but break it. Take salt only with a clean knife. Dip not thy meat in the same. Hold not thy knife upright, but sloping, and lay it down at. right hand of plate with blade on plate. Look not earnestly at any other that is eating. When moderately satisfied leave the table. Sing not, hum not, wriggle not. Nobody noticed them, apparently, but the face of the queen gradually grew more peaceful. Then the beautiful white lily fairy laid her hands upon her eyelids, and soon she slept Sweetly. And next the crimson rose fairy brushed with fresh, healthy perfume across her nostrils, dispelling the stifling odors of the sick room. The blue-bell fairy swung up and down, making a soothing lullaby. "Can't I help her, too?" said the little willful prin cess, softly, and she pressed closely to her mother's face, feeling so sad that she could not make her heed her presence. "Ah I" said the king, turning to the court-physician, "if our little daugh ter could only be iound, then I am sure the queen would recover!" Through the long night the little willful princess fairy sat there, filled with sorrow that she could not be changed into her old self her moth er's little girl! Just as the morning light stole into the room the fairies whispered, "Now we must go," and away they flew back to the fairy palace. Breath less with haste, she jumped off her faithful robin and, running up to the fairy queen, cried, "Make me a little girl make nie my mother's own lit tle girl again." And she knelt be fore the queen and sobbed as if her heart would break. "Only change me back into a little girl, and I will promise never to be willful again!" "Why, here she is!" exclaimed a voice, and, starting up, the little princess saw her Cousin Rupert coming across the garden.. Her pet monkey, who "was with him, ran for ward to greet her. "I must have been dreaming," said the little princess, ruBbing her eyes; "I must, have fallen asleep out here on the grass. Monkey i&isk-Kmttiinil Machine inn now a fairy, seemed afraid of him. Upon the great gold bedstead her mother lay, very sick, moaning and tossine with pain. The trooo of fairies pressed around trie pillowrl M4,M4,H444'HW T Actiemt ' x tSj - i,.1! th-'.V 'i-t'j - 1 l2LiL. - : ' y' . B "?s" ""'V'w. mil Irs. C.J. Hubbard Hlhi hrt-Sk'ffiT Thoio. 'i i 'SV Guns Inspected By Women ; Seventy-three women, 20 of whom.: are engaged in the important work' of inspection, are employed with the' 1.486, men comprising the force at' the new Syminston-Anderson eutS snop at Kociiester, jni . Y. This factory is turning out conr pleted American and French 75-milli meter guns and six-inch trench mor tars, and has been in operation since early spring. Jt is one of the JS plants constructed by the ordnance,''' department for the manufacture or. : ... .... ,.-. A1: mobile artillery cannon. ' :. Women operate the machine! f'T which, run test bars from the steel' ' f-"" forgings after they have been treated by heat. They also operate the ma chine in which the'se bars are sub jected to a breaking test to determ ine that texture and quality of the product and . its fitness to go into , guns. ;, 'i' Of Interest to Women . v6 Women bowlers of Montreal hava formed a, league. Women-street car conductors in -Sioux Falls have been admitted to the local union. , 1 3 . The army and navy union haj ; . voted to admit to membership yeo--4 women, nurses and Red Cross work- f 1 1: ers, who have honorable discharge! " f from service. . 1 i t Women employed in the operatiol , Of tranicars and omnibuses in Lon- don receive an average weekly wagt; of $16. , t 1 1 j I it R whispered in his ear,- throwing her arms about her faithful little pet, "I had such a stranger dream I'm I'm so glad it was only a dreamt MRS. ARTHUR GUIOU. A knitting, expert i Mr. Arthur Guiou, for the manipulate! the intricate socft knitting machine with the greateit ease. In the cheery dear." she j new (Juarteri in the Electric building Mr. Guiou and her committee MY PALACE. EACHING toward heaven in Elory. 1 To touch the white clouds thiil float by, . Embracing full many a story, : My palace stands forth 'gainst th sky. , . ' My father ruled there once, they tell me, And they tell of his daring deeds, too; I'm, as proud of that palace as can "be, And 1 wouldn't part with it, ' The Wouid you? adorned with fail .work untiringly and. the hum of the clever device for minimizing knitting labor may be heard from early until late. Since Auguit 1, 1,000 pair of sock have been mad in this department of th Red Cro. Y i: -.i walls are flowers, In summer the tapestry's green; The lyre is played in the towers; My kingdom from there can be seen. The homes on the hillside, so merry; The gardens, the forest, the lea. My throne's interlaced boughs of cherry, My palace is only a tree. ' By rWtrudo Ryder Bennett. Look, the Sea! Look, the sea how it lifts me in its arms like a child! Oh, how I love to ride on the white foam of the waves And dive down into the deep bot tom of the sea! Look, the sun how it burns rne like a leaf 1 Oh, how I love to bathe in the hot"( rays or tne sun And burn like a flame in the sandsl Look, the moon how it rides me in sky! Oh, how I love to sail on the shin ing edge of the clouds. And sleep in the cool depths of me muei William Zorach in Poetry. 1.