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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
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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
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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
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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.
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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.
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