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About Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922 | View Entire Issue (Dec. 1, 1918)
ag f b? Jrh I Bee's ..Bmisy Little Htomey-f! JLIO BUSY BEES IN WAR TIME CHILDREN DEAR: Our ani mal stories were a great suc cess, and a little girl who lives on a big farm out in the state, Bern ice Jones, won the prize. We are always glad when our far-away Busy Bees .write us, and that shows that we have many friends in our hive. I expect you are already beginning to save your pennies for Christmas. After the Thanksgiving Kris Krin gle is just around the corner with his merry bells and jollity. This year he will leave many gilts for our brothers and sisters across the sea, we hope, for many.of them are very sorrowful boys and girls this Christ mas. Our stockings will not be so full this year, for we must all sacri fice to bring a little gladness into the lives of others less fortunate. Lov ingly, MARGARET,. In War Time Patriotic Scouts. By taking a load of magazines, booKS, cake, fruit and caiidy to the anny cantonnient at ivlonmouth Park, N. J., troop 7 of Lot g Branch, N J., earned the grat.'ude of the 1 100 signal men su'icred there Throughout their visit they found the signallers ready to assist them and they acquired some valuable pointers about wig-waginfe. The :miy men were surprised at the roeed of some of the scoutl. Helping Uncle Sam. The Boy Scouts of America have bcated enough black walnut trees for gun stocks and airplane propel lrrs to make well over 4,000 car bads. The government makes this report: Mr. James B. Wct, Chief Scout Executive. 200 Fifth avenue, New York, N. Y. Diar Sir: I am In receipt of your tele rram asking the latest reports on results ct the Hoy Scouts of America black walnut nvass. To , and Including September 10, the amount reported total 17,103,660 board f tet, plus 32 carloads of walnut logs and ens carload of lumber. This was reported If 733 scoutmasters. We havs also re vived letters from 110 scoutmasters re porting no walnut In their territory. Very truly yours, C. R. TILLOTSON. Acting- Chief of Forest Investigations Boy Scouts. To accompany four paintings by Norman Rockwell of Boy Scouts in the November Red Cross Magazine, the following figures are given, showing the excellent work the Boy Scouts have done: There are now more than 350,000 duly registered scouts and 90,000 scout leaders. In three Liberty loan campaigns they secured one out of every 22 subscriptions received by our gov ernment. The total reached 1,349, 165 subscriptions for $206,179,150, The sales of War Savings stamps and certificates by the Boy Scouts of America can be measured only by millions. Black walnut was badly needed for gun stocks and airplane propellors. The forest service, in giving the total of the figures as submitted to the ordnance depart ment, savs that the scouts had re ported 14,0.8,560 board feet, about 3,667 carloads. Red Cross Horse. "Woodrow" Saaki, of a small Sumati district school in Placer county, Cal., does not show his pa triotism only in his name. Wood row donated his horse to the Red Cross after he heard a Red Cross speech and guaranteed the horse, "you just orter see him trot when his insides gets food," he said. The horse was immediately accepted. From November Red Cross Magazine. A PUZZLE GAME. Here is a pencil and paper game for the puzzle loving. It can be played by any number. Starting with one given word, the test is to change it into another givpn word by changing only one letter at a time, and the winner is he who arrives most quickly at the result and by the shortest process. For instance, suppose the word "dog" is given to be changed Hto "cat." The best method would be dot, cot, cat. Of course lomrer words are more difficult, but us ually patience will bring success. For instance, the word "fast" may be changed into "slow" by the fol lowing steps: Fast, last, lost, loot, soot, slot, slow. Perhaps there is a shorter way that a little study will discover. If the party is large it is more fun to play the game with groups of two as partners. "So you don't approve of the old masters!" exclaimed the arist. "Not much," replied the aviator. "They made a general custom of depicting angles with wings thai wouldn't benf the slightest service in practical flight." SOME SILLY, SUMS 1 Said Jack o' Lantern one fine Hal lowe'en: "When they get through sticking candles in me 1 1 1 e v will boil me down and I'll make five pics. Then when each pie is cut into quar ters 10 children will have two pieces each. Now, how many pieces will be rut in all? "Oh," said Bobbing Apple, eag erly: "There are a party of young folks who are each waiting to take a bite of me tonight. But there are only four bites in me, and that is but one-half of the whole party. How many children are there here?'' Swinging Apple heard the two dis cussing the Hallowe'en party, so he butted in with: "When the kiddies try to bite me as I swing about, I hit one of them on the nose, one on the head, another in the mouth, and three of them manage to bite me. Now can you tell me how many chil dren are in my party?" One of the boys at the party had a sock with four cupfuls of flour in it, and he went about slyly using the sock over his friends' backs. But he found the flour only filled a part of the foot of the sock, and the leg of it would take one-half as much again, so he scratched his head and said: "I wonder how much flour in all you will need to fill you proper ly?" Can you tell us? While the boy was waiting for Sock to reply to his question an other boy came up with his coat turned inside out, as is the custom on Hallowe'en. He laughingly said: "Mr. Coat here has six chalk marks on his back, but one-third of the party missed it as I ran away with Mr. Coat, but I want to know how many boys chased me with chalk. Will you please tell me this?" DEW PROPS. When I am fast asleep at night The fairies come, I know. And play at games with diamonds bright, But when dawn comes thev go. They go to Fairyland atulawn. But often leave behind Some diamonds, glistening on the lawn, For little girls to find. BLITHE LITTLE BEE. Thou blithe little bee in thy trap pings of velvet, Thus flying alone yet so briskly away. What mission of pleasure or duty has called thee To wander abroad on tW sun shiny day "I fly and I seek through the meadows and gardens Where flowers are blooming," the cheerful bee said; "I must hasten to gather the stores of sweet pollen To make into wax, into honey and bread. "The hours pass quickly, fair weather is fleeting, Tfct summer is gracious but never will wait; The hive must be filled ere the blossoms have withered; If autumn o'ertakes us 'twill then be too late." Ah, true is thy teaching, thou brave, busy worker; No summer will tarry for thee or for int. I also must hasten my harvest to gather, So away on thy mission, thou blithe little bee. Our Little Ones. OUR PICTURE DOT PUZZLE . ': is N4v 20 18k. ) 23 5 .3 " 53 a 3o U J ' 3J 51 - J V The comes upon the When you have traced to fifty-nine Complete the picture by drawing a line through the dots beginning at Figure 1 and taking them numerically. Busy Bee Poet LITTLE STORIES BY LITTLE FOLKS J I -9m - jfetr'-'' You all remember our little poet ess. Elizabeth Paffenrath, who has .vtitten so many beautiful verses for our page. Little Beth was quite ill with the influenza in November but she is all well again1 and one of our busiest Bees. While Beth was sick a number of her little friends would come to the window and wave and smile at her, thus making the tedious days much shorter. WHEN IT RAINS IN FLANDERS Often in the actual firing line there are no dugouts, as they might millitate against the wakefulness of the troops, says London Daily Mail. Each man has an overcoat, which, once wet, remains sodden for days, and a waterproof sheet. He sleeps on a firing platform some 18 inches wide, and he cooks his lunch over a bucket with holesi in it, containing any fuel he has been able to get in his neighborhood. In the sun he is comparatively happy and then it rains. The walls of his trenchsand bags filled with earth become liquid mud, so that if he puts his waterproof sheet over himself he has to sit on a firing platform com posed of squelching coldness, and if he srts on his waterproof sheet the rain pours down his neck and soaks into his clothes. His fire spits, gasps, and dies out; he has no chance of drying his clothes when the rain stops, for he may not take them off, and he would have nothing to wear if he did. T'le water trickles into his pack where are his letters, his toothbrush, his rations, his towel, and any other treasures he may possess. His boots, his hands, his face, his hair collect yel low mud whenever they touch any thing. The floor of the trench, which can rarely be respectably drained, becomes a canal. His' clothes grow heavier, his equipment more uncomfortable, his limbs cold er and stiffer. In a quarter of an hour he is thor oughly unhappy; in half an hour, in misery that far outstrips the fleetest imagination, he is busy with spade and pick endeavoring to stop the walls of his trench from subsiding altogether, while the place where he had been sitting the only dry spot in his part of the -trench absorbs every raindrnfp in a laudable effort to make up for lost time; in one hour, just when he thinks he has made the parapet secure, the base, undermined by the canal along the bottom of the trench, suddenly dis solves altogether, and the whole bank of shapeless sandbags slides down across the firing platform. Ten minutes after the shower finishes he is whistling or singing! First Letter. By Portia Jeffrey, Aged D, r.exinguni, Nfb. Dear Juniors: This is my iir-a let ter to you. I am in the fourth grade. My teacher's name is Miss Lynn. 1 stayed at my grandma's this summer and earned a dollar. When 1 went to town 1 bought lour saviiiRs stamps and I have a $1110 Liberty bond. My birthday is December 9. 1 hope Mr. WaMeb.iskel is out playing. Liberty Bell. By VuiK'C H.iiii-K. (Chillis, Nob.' Dear Busy jjees: May 1 join your happy hive' I am 10 years old. Once upon a time 1 had a kitty named Liberty Bell. She would come whenever I called her. My little kitty could do tricksshe could stand on her hind legs and put her tore paws on a little tree. One night I lei t her out after night and site ran away. 1 could not find her. 1 do not know where she is to this day. This is a true story. Harry's Bravery. By Marjunu Berkshire, Aged 9, Oakland, ia. Once upon a time there lived a boy named Harry Wafxl. One uay as he was crossing the railroad tracK on 11 is way to town he noticed mat tiie railroad traci was wasned out. irie Knew it was ajout time tor tne tram to come, w men was iuil ot soiuior ooys. iie uid not know wnai to Uo. lie noticed tnal tnere was a coaage near. .0 tie ran aim asued lut: woman lor ner red tauie ciotu. Sue said ne cuuia have it. lie ran uacic to iiie tracK. lie couid see tue train coming uown tiie tracK. tie utciuii to v.dvc tne tao.e ciotu. 1 uk j stepped trie tram and got oil tne iram. iney saw waat was tue matter, ihey said lie nad ueen so brave they would make up a purse tor ma). viien ne got nome ne iounu ue had .iuU Four Cats. By Elalna Petition, Ajed 9, Stanton, Ia. Dear busy Uees: Once i had a cat uauieu rtussie. ue couid 00 a ew mens, Vvuen I was 1101 iook n,g sue vvutiid go 111 tue ueuroom and ciiuiu up 111 my brother s Ded and go to sicep. men i would go 111 tne beui oota and nnd tier aSictp. One aay i let ner out aoors and she aid not seem to come 111 Uie nouse lor a tew days. One day i went out in tne barn and i lound iter wnn tnree baoy kiuens. 1 ran m and toid mamma and she said wuun they got a mue oider i can take them m tne house. So 1 couid aaiuiy wait until uey got a mue oiucr. One day mamma said 1 couid tase tiiem 111 tne nouse. 1 went out in Uie barn and took ttiem 111 tiie nouse Vvnen tuey got a little oluer 1 could put mem in my lay and they would go to sicep. One uay some one sloie tucin and that was was the end ot them. 1 his is a true story. The Kind Man. By Fern Baiur, Aied lu, llurcheiter, Neb. Mr. Crawiord was on his way to the city, lie was going to buy a wagon wheel. On the way he spied a small child walking siowiy 111 the same direc tion. ., he was kind and thoughtful he asked the child to ride Willi him. And she, aitnougn very baslitul, ac cepted tne olier. Mr. Crawford asked, "What is your name? ' She told him it was Margaret Green. The man then noticed a young dog trolling along beside them. And as Margaret was watching it he said, "is that your dog?" .She nodded. He stepped to the ground and picked up the dog, then climbed to his scat. They reached the stores and af ter buying the wheel, he went into a queer store so Margaret thought). When he came out lie handed a big package to her. hen ,he reached home what j! A brand new dress was there 111 the package. Pet Dog Trix. By Ang'la O'Kerfo, Hmiili ihn.ilia. V-l. Dear Editor of The l'.uy I'.ce: This is my lii st letter. I b.nc seen lots of letters in The I'ee aluml ani mals so 1 am going to try to win a prize. 1 am 12 years old ami in the fifth grade. I have lie ln.ithei-. and cue sister 4 years old. One oi my brothers is in the S. A. T. I ain going to tell you about my pet dog. His name i Trix. lie is a good watch dog. When we leave him at home be will not let one R('t in the house, lie is playful, too, be cause when we play hall he will not let no one have the ball when he gets it. He can play tricks also, for when we hold a piece of something, bread or meal, he will jump for it. He will jump for a rope also. We have lots of fun holding .1 rope up in the air and letting him jump for it. He will jump about live leet for it. When he gets it he tries to jerk it out of our hands. 1 guess I will close for my letter is getting long. The Thrift Habit. By Annett" Li-h, Aged 13. 2108 Finkney -Street, Omaha. .Neb. Dear Busy Bees: Now, with all this peace talk we should buy all the Liberty bonds we can to say nothing of war savings and thrift stamps. Everybody should get the thrift habit. If you get this habit while the war lasts, of being economical and thrifty, of saving when you can, of putting the money where it will bring more interest, you will prob ably not lose this habit when peace comes back. You will have gained the habit of saving more ot what you earn, and if the American people get that habit they will be better off. There are many oher ways of saving to help win this war. They are as follows: 1. Put out unnecessary gas and electric lights and save fuel. 2. Don't travel unless you need to. Let the government use the railroads for war purposes. J. Save gasoline and rubber; both are important in war work. 4. Save clothing. Buy only things that will wear well and wear them as long as they last. 5. Cut down on amusements. If you have been going to the movies twice a week go but once and save the money. 6. Save tinfoil,, wrapping paper, newspapers and twine. AH can be sold. 7. If you buy anything carry it home if you can and so save the la bor that would be used in delivering. 8. Do not eat so much candy as it contains sugar, and sugar must be saved and sent to the boys "over there." I hope all the Busy Recs will try and keep up with these rules as it will help them bring back liberty to the world. Tom's War Garden. By Jaunita Jans Strnpo, Aged 11, Tobias, Neb. Tom was an athlete. He was now practicing with the school squad every afternoon. From the time school adjourned until the sun dis appeared below the horizon Tom labored on the base hall field. Behind Tom's palatial home was a base ball diamond made for the boy's own pleasure, for you sec Tom Watson's father was a banker RULES FOR YOUNG WRITERS. 1. Write plainly and number pajes. 2. Use pen and ink, not pencil. 3. Short and pointed articles will be given preference. Do not use over 250 words.' 4. Oiiginal stories or letters only will be used. 5. Write your name, age ,ind address at tho top of the first page. 6. A prize book will be given each week for the best contribu tion. Address all communications to Children's Department, Omaha Bee, Omaha, Neb. jean's Bear. By Ruth Fye. Aged 12, Tekarnah, Neb. name. THRIFT STAMP SONG. Sing a song ofthrift stanip3 . Upon a little card, Bobby has gotten them Just by working hard . Doing things for mother, Ghores for father, too, Will bring the dimes and nickels And a baby bond for von. Santa Claus in Toyland -By-CHESTER H. LAWRENCE (Copyright 1915, by Rellly Brltton Co ) CHAPTER IV. . Santa to' the Rescue. DRIP-DRIP, drip-drip, drip-drip. The bed clothes on Santa's bed began to heave and toss annd over he flopped, prepared to take another little snooze. But what was wrong? What was annoying him so he couldn't go fcack to sleep? He kept tossing and turning and finally gave up in despair and sat up in bed. Drip-drip, drip-drip. Ah! that was it that sound of falling water had aroused him. He was wide awake now and with a bound he leaped out of bed and rushed to the window. The sight which he beheld made the dear little old man gasp and rub his eyes to see if he was awake. In every direction, as far as he could see, the snow and ice wefe melting and forming into puddles. But what was the meaning of the yellow" glow off toward the east? Was the sun coming out this early, fuily three months ahead of time? Had Jack Frost's plant shut down? And why was everything so still ex cept for that steady drip? He asked himself a hundred such questions as he quickly got into his clothes and lost no time in running, downstairs. When he reached his office, Santa stopped in dismay. Everywhere he looked he could se nothing but sugar plums. They were in the drawers of his desk, in the waste basket, the pockets of his office coat and even in the clock which had stopped running at one. He now be gan to understand some things and didn't remain long viewing the wreck of his officer but went imme diately up to the rooms of the Gnomes, intending to give them a good talking to. When he got there, of course all was quiet and there were no Gnomes to be seen. By this time Santa was prepared for the aw ful truth and went direct to the kitchen. In the pantry, still bound to her chair, was poor, abused Dinah, all humped over, fast asleep. She was indeed a sorry sight to behold, and a scarey one too, when Santa awak ened her. Her head and face were all covered with flour and her big black eyes popped out through the whiteness. For the second time Santa came to her rescue. He took the napkin out of her mouth, cut the ropes that bound her, and helped her to her feet. She was so weak she could hardly stand. It was some time before she was able to tell just what had happened. Santa didn't wait for her to finish her tale, but asked her to try to find something for him to eat, as he was in a great hurry. Then pulling on his fur hat and mittens he went out to the stable and saddled' and bri- LOVING A CHILD. Loving a child is key To heaven's mystery. Loving a child, and giving It knowledge, this is living Loving a child brings pain, And is life's greatest gain. Loving a child is knowing The fierce joy of a sowing That shall cause mighty reaping; Loving a child is weeping. And fearing, too, and praying; This, there is no gainsaying. Loving a child is being A part of God, and seeing The world beneath one's hand Enlarge, expand. Be different, and grow To one's thought. Even so. Loving a child is key To every mystery. Loving a child is laughter And heartache after. Heartache an., grief and pain, Eul always jov again. Mary Carolyn Davies in Good Housekeeping. died Vixen, his favorite and fastest reindeer. In great haste, he rushed back to the kitchen, snatched a few bites to eat and told Dinah to look after Mrs. Santa and not leave the house. Then jumping on Vixen he was oil with a rlntter. The thought ttat sprang into Santa's head when he first saw -the ire and snow melting, was of Jack Frost. Now as he rode on he couldn't help but wonder if Jack was having labor trouble too, and if the leaving of the Gnomes had anything to do with it. That was the only way he could account for the sud den warm weather and the coming of the sun. The sun surely was do ing its best to shine and if some thing wasn't done mighty sonti, it would be impossible for him to make his trip; for once the sun got up. it would soon melt all the snow and what would Christmas be with out any snow? Worse still, he rouldn'j; travel in daylight. His icindcers were, like mvls and couldn't see by day. Even now, with just a faint glow in the sky, h had trouble keeping rixen going in the right direction. But a few min utes more and he would know all, so why worry until he did know foi sure what the trouble was? (Continued Next Sunday.) ' r MY HEROES. lor chair? 3 1 ! ami the lad did not even know what work was like. , ,ij He knew the war was raging. He knew the prices of everything wete , sky-high, but why should that worry ( him, a millionaire's son? He called H- this I'mled States his country, but, !J alas, he was not worthy of having j'J a country. Being brought Up in idleness the rich lad had not seen JJ trie serioous side of the struggle. 'A Then there . came to his school y one da.v a man in the service of )ij Uncle Sam, who gave the boys a jtj seriou? tal' on the importance of ,P raising a war gartjen. The man was ir, so much in earnest that his verv 'A words made the Watson boy jrel !(j like a slacker. Tom began to see K the situation in a different way now. j5 "It's real pro-German to use all that space for a base ball diamond K when it could be plowed up for a i) garden," thought "0111 after the X speaker had finished. Jj! A few days later, on seeing the base ball diamond all plow-ed tip and ! arranged in rows ready for plant- W mg, Mr. Watson asked his so.i the f) meaning of it. - "I've finally learned a lesson of h. patriotism, dad, and intend to raise ft this war garden as my bit for Uncle -fj Sam," Tom proudly explained. h There was onee a boy whose name jf- was Jean. He lived with his mother f,j and trandfather, because his father ft and grandmother were dead. If? His grandfather Was a woodcut- t! ter. One day Jean's grandfather jj found a small bear cub. He brought Jj it home to Jean, who was delighted. W Because it was so fat he named it Jl Tubby. He also taught it many .fj cute tricks. K They lived in the edge of a small $ lumbering town, Jean often ran errands for h 13 mother and neigh- ). bors. Once he had to take a box jij of fruit to an old blind woman be yond the de,pot. Jean always took his bear with fjj him on these errands. When they ft were coming back a troop train was ! j at the depot. When the soldiers (! saw the bear they exclaimed: "What ft is his name?" Jean said it was .(j! "Sammie," which was not true. The fj! soldiers said: "Won't you give him '.,t to us?'; Jean said: "No," for he loved his bear very much. And then J: the soldiers said: "Don't you want jj him to tight for Uncle Sam?" Now Jean was sure a patriot for he had Jj. a Liberty bond and many Thrift ).) Stamps. He thought hard and long, ft but he finally said they could have Jf- "Sammie," which was now his new (;! in the paper, which made him very fj; lonely. But Sammie was in good ft hands. He was made mascot and .fj was soon in France, fj! Once, while a terrible battle was going on, a captain whom Sammie ft loved was injured. The Soldiers J', were afraid to go and get him, but J) as soon as Sammie beard them talW- ft ing about it he went after hint. He J(j :oon was bark with hie precious bur- Jlj den, hut he was limping. Sammie's ft foot was found to be broken and I(J the bone splintered. It was (.per- atcd on and he was honorably 'dia- ft eharged and sent home to Jean. J5 Sammie was so glad to see Jean that fi; he rea'lv kissed him. But Sainniic's ft r. t, , i,,. ' I U u l .It. 3 Clll, In I I1L 1 "'k My Dog. Ry Tsui Alfred, Atcd . I liop to see mv leflrr in print. ft 1 had a dog and his name was Sport. J(. One day we were away and when j wo came home my pretty dog was ft dead. Grow'n-ups read their grown-up j volumes by a shaded light j" I have Long John Silver, stepping fj! through the night, t Tliey read hooks where people say, ft "Won't yon?" or "1 beg!" '( 1 have Long John Silver, with his J wooden Ire ! C What's I lie ur of reading in a par- Would a real adventure ever find ft you there? Gtown nps read (if birds that sing in fij a hollow vale Mv funic '.1 ! 1 llif u tiulc (liaf rin in fi. a hollow jail, Sister loves a hero with mustache ft nicely (rimmed; Ji I lovr lubbers riding when I lie 1110011 (! w dimmed. ',1 ft Mother loves to read of .souls thai sigh, and .sich. and sicli. I love a buccaneer with a blood-red ft rye: . I lead in the attic when the wind is '; theie; Nothing eer happens in a pai lor .'j chair. K Frederick Faua in St. Nicholas, j)