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pedal Pag Sir Tin ft tvH V lftris ! Si 1 i ii I f ! 5 Stories by, Our Little Folks (Prize) Honest Jim. Evelyn Whelan, Aire II, 3231 Bo. !4th Street, Omaha. . . Jim Dudley gold papers find did odd jobs to support his blind mother and himself. He had a big brother that worked, but it took quite a bit to feed and clothe thi eve people. About the middle of winter things took a new turn. His mother's eyes had sharp streaks of pain and no money could be spared for a specialist and the family doctor could do nothing. Jimmy grew desperate. Bill was saving "for the services of a noted physician in the city but it would take Ion?, so he left school and se cured employment with a large firm but after a week's work his mother became so ill it required all his time to care for her. Pne afternoon when she was bet ter he went to work and 011 enter ing picked tip a $50 bill. He hesi tated. It required strong will pow er but Jim conquered and took it to bis manager of the department who soon found the owner. 1 The owner was so pleased with Jim he gave him $10, and the man ager raised his salary giving him a more responsible place in the of fice. But Jim became James Dudley, M. D trained by the doctor who cured his mother, and he says he wishes he could Cure every blind mother so happy was he over his mother's re gained sight. (Honorable Mention.) A Tight Place. By Paul Peterson, Asa 12. IIS lit St., Columbua, Nob. I am going to tell you a story about a boy of my age that did a very foolhardy thing; his name is Jim Anderson. Jim lived in the Rockies and one day his father got him a new 40 pound bear trap, Jim was very proud of it One day Jim took his trap out to the mountains. He came to what he thought an excellent place to set his trap, so lie started to accomplish this task. He had his trap set and covered up and then he started to climb back up when his foot sipped and he plunged heaHlong into his own trap. With a snap the steel vice closed on him, he streamed with the pain and then fainted. W hen Jim came to he saw Ins fa ther bending over him bathing his lacerated foot, Jim said: "Never again will I attempt to go trapping without you, dad.' His father only laughed. A Christmas Party. Br Evalyn Jlauch, Ate II, Wabo,.J.eb. It was the night before Christmas eve and Dorothy was sitting in the big arm chair thinking of what her mother had told her that afternoon. Her mother was going to have a surprise for her Christmas eve, but her thinking cap wasn't on that evening. tl At last Christmas eve came. It was about 6:30 when her mother called her: "Dorothy, put on your best dress, - for we are going to have company this evening. Be readv at 8 o clock. At 8 o'clock Dorothy was sitting on the bench, when the door bell ran. She went to the door and a rrmvd of children came running k rrtnm shoutinar for tov. To Dorothv's delight she was having a real Christmas party. They were enjoying themselves, when Dor othy's, mother came in the room and said: . "Children, come into the dining room and see what I have for you. To their surprise the table was loaded with good things to eat. In the middle of the table was a large -Christmass tree with candy, nuts, cake and little - ice cream trees arojimd it After they had eaten Jack (which .was the boy's name) said to Dorothy: , , - ' "Say, won't you have another party like this next Christmas, so my little brother can come, for he hasn't any pretty tree like yours? "I will ave to wait till , next Christmas for that, but yon send him over tomorrow, for I have a present for him." Before I go any further I will tell vou a little about Jack. He is a little newsboy and his mother is a widow. He lives just a few blocks from Dorothy's house. Dorothy's mother hires "jack's mother to do their washing. That is how Dor othy came to know Jack. At 10 o'clock Dorothy bid her friends goodnight. After she had hung up her stocking she said to her mother: "Thanks for the good time you so carefully planned." "That's all right, dear, go to bed now so Santa Claus may come." My Pets. By Er Orth, ASS 12, Belvldere, Sab. My pets are chickens and a dog. I have five little chickens, and they are about half a year old. They follow me all around when I get up in the morning, and when they see me they come running to me. I can sit down and .call them to me and they jump into my lap. I felt sorry for them when -they had to be taken away from their mother. One of my neighbors gave tham to me. I think there is nothing like my little chickens and my pet dog, Shep. He is good to my brother and sisters. There are some peo ple afraid ,of him, but my mother said: "He will not hurt you if you will not tease him, but just call him and pet him." I like my dog, and when I come from school he meets me. First Letter. By Evelyn R-jqufst, Ago 1!, Gjudlng Idaho. This is 'my first letter. We moved to Gooding, Idaho, from Bellwood, Xeb about four months ago. We came in our car. We started the 8th of ' October and got there the l(th. When we got as far as Decno, Idaho, we broke our oil pump and had to come the rest of the way on the train. About a week after we moved into. a S-room bungalow in Gooding. We lived there a month and then papa bought a 40-aci ranch and we Jive out here now. We live six miles north of town. North of here there is nothing but sage brush and plenty of jack rabbits and very few bunnies. Papa and the man who is visiting here went to the Tava rocks hunting and got 13 bunnies and 18 jack rab bits. My letter is getting long and will close. Brave Marie. Br Ruth rtomstedt. Age 13, 1615 Blondo Once ttpo" a time there was a brave little girl named Marie. Now this girl was a very helpful girl to Ker mother. Her mother worked very hard, and once became sick and over worked. Thfcy were very poor and Marie went to seek work to earn money to pay for the kind of care for her mother. They gave her a job at the village store near by to "Isell staionery and earned $4 a week. , One day she found a sealed en velope, and written 011 it was. "To the Bravest." v She took it to her employer and he gave her the $12 in it-- and $3 more besides, which cured her mother. She kept her job and lived happily ever after. The Little Wren. By ClBrlne Sarnn, Age H, Mlmo, Nb. This is my first letter to you. I wish to tell you a story. One day an old raven sat on the branch of an old tree.- A little wren, who was building her nest, came flying by and noticed him. "Good morning, Mr. Raven, isn't this a lovely morning? And I am so happy." "I am not," said he in a gruff Voice. "Look at that big, black Cloud over there?" . ;. . "Why," she said, "that doesn't hurt; it may pass over; and what if it does rain, the sun will shine again?"". And so it did in a little while. "Look, she said, "and it didn't rain, after and flew to her work. , After she had. gone the raven said to himself: "I wonder how she can be so happy?" Moral Let's all try to be like the little wren. . A New Member. By fcoae B. Faytloger. Age 13. David City, - NetJ. Dear Busy Bees: This is the first time I have ever written to the Busy Bee page. I read the letters and Our Picture Puzzle 53. 34 15 2b 6 5 57 33 When last Ivisfted New York I saw a wonderful old Complete the picture by drawing a line through the dots beginning at Figure 1 and taking them numerically. RULES FOR YOUNG WRITERS. 1. Write plainly; number pages. 2. Use pen and ink, not p il. 3. Short and pointed articles will be given preference. Do not use over 250 words. 4. Original stories or letters only will be used. 5. Write your name, age and address at the top of first page. 6. A prize book will be pven each week for best contribution. Address Children's Depart ment. Omaha Bee, Omaha Neb. stories every Sunday and like them very rfvell. I love to write stories, and if 1 see my letter in print I shall send same stories I have writ ten. I wish that some of the many in- ' teresting Buy Bees would write to me. ' r The United States Flag. By Mildred Koger, Age 11, Exeter, Nab. Betsy Ross made the first Amer ican flag. This flag had 13 stars and 13 stripes. Each stripe represented one oi the first 13 states. . George Washington went to Bet sy Ross' home and asked her if she would make a flag. He said: "I have here a pattern of a star. 'e have planned to have 13 stars and 13 stripes. Every time a new state is admitted to these 13 another star will be added. The stripes will be alternate, red and white." But Betsy said: "I can make a much prettier star than that one you have with six points." She took a piece of paper and folded it; she. cut off one corner of it and made' a five-pointed star. This was much prettier than the six pointed star Washington had. Betsy was very handy with her needle, sov she went to work right away, and when it was finished it was the most beautiful flag that there ever was. This flag went with Washington's army in 1777. Happy Louise. , By Leona Kuhrentwli. Ag tS, Tlmag, .Neb. , Dear Busy Bees: I thought 1 would write again." Once there was a little girl; her name was Louise, but everybody called her Lou for short. It was near Christmas. Lou was poor and could not afford to buy Christmas presents, but she was happy because it was Christmas. Her father and mother were dead. She lived with her cros aunt in a little cottage. They were very poor. Then Christmas eve came and she dreamed she was a princess and lived in a palace. When Chri&tmas morning came she went to the fireplace, thinking her Stocking, was empty, but instead of an empty stocking there was a stocking full Of candy., nuts, orang es, apples and cookies: a big doll in a blue satin dress with blue eyes and yellow hair; a tablet and pencil box with (pencils; a story book, a box of hair ribbons and some shoes and stockings. When- she came n the kitchen, there, on the table, stood a turkey, plunt pudding, a salad, frtiit and a cake and a bowl of candy. Then they ate breakfast. Then Lou played with her doll and ate her candy, cookies, oranges, nuts and apples. Lou said it was the happiest Christmas she had ever had. This is not a true story. The Magic Wand, By Ruth Wheeler. Age 12. Albion, Neb. It was Christmas day in France, the people hurried to and fro. The fiost fairies had painted the win dows. .It was a pretty sight. Sitting by a window sat poor Joe, he was crippled and sad.' No one seem to remember him. His mother had A 4 4a 15 44. 45 19 i.JZ 1 4 " 47 ' Little Maid Just Half-Past I f;:y: 1 11 1 - , $ mi Gertrude , ' . i '. - ' ' 'v Ullf lillllflf J'l tit llillliS I'l c I U I II U$fM!k ;v ;' tit f f-: iiif Ifif Si:I : j :i::v;.r:;s::i;:;i Little Gertrude Clair Martin is one of our youngest Busy Bees, for she is just half past 2. She has four brother and sisters, so you see Gertrude is never lonely, for when they are at school she has a large family of dolls who demand a great deal of attention. died when he was 3 years old. He was 10 now. He lived with his father ii a shack, and they were very poor. He glanced out of the window. A soldier boy was approaching him and waved his hand. "I've come to take you to a hospital so you can get well, then I'm going to taRe you back to America with me," he said. Eight weeks afterward Joe was sailing over the ocean in the Mar tha Washington with President Wil son to America. He was well and happy, because he was going to see America. . A Broomstick Solo. By A1U Cnramlng. Age 11, Bt. Edward, . Neb. Once there was a little boyx whose name was Robert Bums." Robert's parents were very poor. They lived in an old house. Robert was the only child. He had to make most of their living, for his father and mother were getting too old to work very much. Robert had a large garden to take care of in the summer, and in the winter he would shovel snow for a living. When Robert had a minute to spare he would use his broomstick for his musical instrument. Music was natural for him and he loved to sing. One day he was playing on his broomstick, which he used for his violin. He began to sing very loudly, which attracted his mother very much for she did not know he could sing so well. Robert's mother told his father when he came from work. They invited their neighbors in to hear him that evening, aud he entertained his friends for an mmr. They went home very happy. They came back to hear him the next week and brought him a violin. He became a great musician. The Little Pig and the Apple. By Fern Sheldon, Age It, North Loup, Neb. The little pig at Uncle Frank's farm was very ibtnforfable most of the time. He had a strong, roomy pen to shelter him from heat and storm and he had plenty to eat. Yet evry now and then it seemed to him as if he must have an apple. And at such times he would stand on hind legs and look over the fence, up and down this way and that, and squeal and squeal for some one to bring him an apple. One day when he squealed and squealed for an apple he heard foot steps corning his way. Tramp! Iramp! Tramp 1 ,But it was only Uncle Frarjk has tening to get in the hay before the rain came. He had no time to hun for an apple for a hungry little pig. With a Squeal of disappointment, the little pig began to squeal again, for he felt as if he must have an spple. .. Then he heard the tiniest little footsteps. Pitter patter! and down the path came little Bobby, and what do you think he had in his hand? A big, round, red, juicy apple! The little pig ate every bit of it core, seeds, all and then he said: "Thank you little Bobby, thank you! Please Come again 1" My Pet Dog. By Stella W. Novak, Age is. Friend, Neb. rinro T liad a npt ilnir and bis name was Gyp. He could do many irn.ua, j.rc was auuui jia old before he died. I felt very sbrry.to see him die. He could jump lirr,ucrli a tinrm anrl if vnn wnnld rimld some bread or something he would stand up on two leet ana oarK until you would give it to him. Whenever he was outside he would bark to get in, but if he was in the horse he would wait by the door until you would open it for him. Whenever we were eating, so if he saw aity paper on the floor he would sit on it and wait there until we did give him something to eat. When he ate he would be very careful not to get any crumbs on the floor. This is my first letter I have ever .written to the Busy Bees. I hope my letter does not reach the waste paper basket. My First Letter. By Virginia Anderson, Age. -10. Holdrege, Neb. Dear Busy Bees: I am a little girl 10 years old. I am in the fifth A gr-.de. I have three teachers. 1 like them all very much. Two of my teachers have the "flu." 1 have three brothers and two of them are in service, and my other brother a li years old. I have two uncles in service, one of them is in France. ' I hope one of the brothers will conie home soon. This is my first letter I have writ ten to the Busy Bees. I hope Mrs. Wastebasket is not at home. I wish oiif Of the Busy Bees would write to fin. Goodby for the Busy Bees. Marjorie'a Disobedience. By Hilda Neroee, Age 11, Crete, Nob. , Bear Busy Bees: I am in the sixth grade. I would like to tell you a story. ' One day after school Marjorie was going on her way home and the girl she was going with wanted her to stop at her house. Her name was Marion. Marjorie said, "I won't tell my mother anything about it and I am sure she will let me go to the Two moving pictures anyhow, just so she won't know that i was at your house." Thty played about an hour and Marjorie glanced at the clock and said, "Oh, I (lid not know it was so late, I must hurry home as fast as I can." She and Marion talked a while and then she hurricM home as fast as she" could. When she got home she said, "Oh mother, I know you will let me go to the picture show to night, won't you?" "I think you are mistaken, for I will not excuse you this time for I told you not to stop at Marion's house" and you did not want to tell 111c and also tried to keep it away from me, but Mrs. Deems told me she saw you playing in Marion's yard." So that taught Marjorie a lesson, so that she never disobeyed her mother by telling her stories. A Bad Fall and a Bad Scare. By Adeline Oelarhlaeirer, Age 13, West ' Point, Neb. j When I was small I was once sit ting on the window sill of our neigh bors. The window was opened and the screen unhooked. At last I fell asleep and fell through the screen out of the window. 1 would have falleu into a cellar hole and been hurt if a man' in the next yard had not caught me. One day as we were raking our yard a dog came along and I was yet small. I became frightened and ran as fast as I could and the do after me. 'I began to cry but; the rest only laughed. At last I ran into the house and went in and shot the door tight after me and stayed there till the dog "was gone. Grandma's Cat By B-'rnioe Muturn. Age 11, Walnut. la. Well, how are the Busy Bees by' this time? I hope none of you have the flu. I will write a story about my grandmother's cat, He was a very pretty cat, black and white. His name was Fritz. He caught lots of mice, rats, squirrels and rabbits. My grandfather found him lying dead by the side of the road, lie supposed he had been out hunting and some bad boy shot him. Sultan. By Edna Myers, Age 11, Stromsburg, Neb. I had a pony, his name was Sultan, he was black and white. He was about 36 inches high. I could ride and drive him. 1 also had a little cart, a harness, a saddle and bridle. I thought l.e was very nice to drive to school. Then after a while he got so small for me that I sold him. I bought some war saving stamps Teddy Bear'k Lonesome The Teddy Boar got into a peck of trouble last night when he tried to help Mrs. Mouse get some things to gether for a New Yrar dinner. In the first place, he fell down the front stairs and that awakened Tab ; K, Cat. who statted alter both him and Mrs. Mouse. Mrs. M. ran quickly under the sideboard in the dining room and poor Teddy got pretty badly scratched before Tab Ii.' was" through with him. Then in iryitiK to get a particularly tempting Jiit of cheese for a cheese pie, Teddy was caught fast in a mousetrap. Yes, sir! He says his front paws will never be the same. If Rover adn't happened to stroll past and to see his predicament, there he would have been found next morning, and think of ,the discrace and mystery of catching a Teddy Bear" in a mousetrap! Well, finally Vhe.v did fill Mrs. Mouse's basket and were stealing back to Nurseryville when the tin soldier on guard captured them both, and Teddy was locked up in the stable, where he is this very minute, since he offered to serve Mrs. Mouse's time so she could go home to her mice children. Wasn't that generous of him? But he's awfully lonely. FLOWERS BLOOMING ON ORDER. "A little more than 15 years ago a certain Mr. Thomas Rochford of Broxbourne, England, made some observations on the effects of frost upon plant growth. He noticed that, in the early months of the year, when the temperature falls below freezing point, the development of all vegetations is suspended. ,'0 in jury results to the plants from this, and, in seasons when the natural rest is prolonged, the vigor of growth is greater than normal. A series of ex periments was undertaken, nd it was discovered that the normal (lowering time of certain plant could be retarded for quite a long while. Thus lily-of-thc-va!Iey roois are put into a refrigerator in the autumn and kept there until the suc ceeding fall. They pass right over their natural bfboming time and. when they are brought into a warm almosphere. they oome into full beauty, whatever the season may be. The rapidityl of growth is amazing after this treafpient, and otten the grower is gathering his crops of -bloomswithifl three weeks of the time of planting. Strangely enough this lily culture is carried on in the darjt or, at any rate, in a closely shaded house. ( The absence of il lumination encourages a long stem growth and docs not in any way hinder the development of the frap rant Moonw. This process of re tardation has been carried out with great success in the case of lilacs, spireas, azaleas, and many of the arger kinds ot lilies. Leonard Bastin. in the December St. Nicholas.- Appertainin' to Love. "Love," says a lady who is of the stfcge, "is like eating mushrooms. You are never sure it is 'the' real thing Tntil too late. "Love is the only thiiifr we have net been forced to Hooverize on during the war and arm'stice. "It is all right to fall in love if you know how to swim, but it's no game for an amateur. Nobody will throw yoli a life preserver." "The best way for a woman to solve the love problem is by going to work." It's a sad life. with the money I received. One day he got some poison and he died. Dick's Kindness. , py Roy Knight, Norfolk. Neb. One day Dick was walking along the street. He saw sole object moving the bushes, and he went around to see what it was. He saw a dog lying ofl the ground, gasping for hrtfath. He found that one of its legs were broken, so he took it home and nursed the dog until he was well. My Pet Dog. By Llllle Buelle, Age 13, Bh!by, No. Dear Busy Bees:. I enjoy reading your letters. 1 am going to write you about my dog. He was a brown dog. His name was Fitfo. He was a shepherd dog. He .knew some tricks. Some of them were, speak ing for his food and playing with a ball. But when we moved to town we gave him away. We'll Set a Place for Brother. ny Isabelle Preston, Age I, Fremont, Neb. We'll set a place for brother dear. Though he is "over there;" And only loving memory. Can fill the vacant chair- And though he's far away in France He'll soon be coming through; Waving high above his head Our dear Red, White and Blue. My Little Doll By Charles Kingsley I one hud a rfweet Utile doll. Wore. The preltleet doll In the world; Her cheek were so while and red, denrs, And her hair was so charmingly curled. But I lost my poor little doll, doars. As t played In the heath one day: And I erll for more than a week, dears, But 1 never could ftyd where she lay. I found my poor little doll, dears. As I played In the heath one day; Folks say she is terribly changed, dean. For her paint Is all washed away. And her arms troddi n off by the cowa, dars, ' And her hair not the Kaet bit curled; Yet for old sakes' sske, she ts still, dears. The prettiest doll- In the world. X i 52 i i '1 I 4 i -1 i I I $ i 1 i I