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Kindness to Birds.
By Herbii t Anderson, io It. Strorusburg,
Nb.
Dear Busy Bees One day last
spring the boys in our school were
tormenting some little birds with
sling-shots and air rifles. They did
not-care if they killed them or not,
to put them out of their misery.
Some of the othef boys and I made
up our mind that we -were going
to stop this cruelty, so we told them
how much they were wronging
"these helpless little, birds, and that
these little birds fyad as mucji right
to live as they did They laughed at
us and called us ''goodie boys," but
we decided to take all-this and try
our best to 'prevent this. At last
they 'stopped and we found all the
little suffering birds, some having
broken wings and legs. A while af
ter watering andv feeding them we
noticed that some, of them fluttered
around as if they wished to be set
free.VVe freed all that were able to
lly. Of course, some died, but there
were a gre"at number we saved.
They now have flown to the "Sun
ny Southland" buf I am sure they
will return in the spring. ,
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Winter Days.
VB Mary Dyba. Aged 13. 4018 South'
Thirty-fifth, 8trct, South Bid.
Here is a poem that popped into
'my headvhen I watched-the snow
whirling around our school house,
it seemed good enough to me so I
thought I'd send it in to our page,
because I haven't written for al
most a naif year: -
Hear the wind a-shrieking J...
The window panes a-creaking
Now you know that winter-time is
' nigh
Watch the mow a-falling ,
Hark the barn owl's calling;'
Listen to its ever mournful cry.
The days are du"H and dreary ;
M akes you eross and weary
Oh, but won't syou praise that bless-
ed hour
When all the birds be a-singing
And all the flowers springing
While roses bloom on every bush
and bower?
-To the Editor.
By Blsle Bmmin, Age 13, Tekamah.'Neb.
Dear Editor: I thank you greatly
for the beautiful book you sent me
as ptyjze for my story. . S
The name; of the book was "Lost
Indian Magic.' I have read it
through and find it very interesting.
It is full of excitement and adven
ture. -Another thing that I like
very much about it is the beautiful
illustrations. 'As I like Indian
stories very much this book has
found first place among all my
books.
I again thank you and I hope that
all other children who receive books
from you may be as well pleased a,s
f ant with mine.
- A Bad Scare.
By Kleanor Keating. 1306 South Thtrty-
aecond stupet, City.
One day my friend asked me to
come over as her mother was' not
at home. We started to go' in, but
just as we stepped in we heard a
peculiar noiseXYVe continued going
in until we reached the piano. YVe
started to play when we heard the
noise again. Both of us ran nto the
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kitchen and got two brooms and
started upstairs to investigate. We
had almost reached the top when
the same noise was heard again, YYre
ran for the neighbors and brought
them in the house and we all went
upstairs again. YVe walked into the
room from which the noise sounded
and found a man who was varnish
ing the floor. All the neighbors
laughed at us Shd the man who was
varnishing the -floor laughed , too.
But just the same the neighbors
were as frightened as we viert.
In Dreamland.
By Fred Zeleny, Ag 10, Bruno, Neb.
One day a little boy named Jim
was playing till it was dark, when
his mother, caljed him into- the
house. He soon went to bed and
was in dreamland in' a short time.
He dreamed that he had a strange
adventure with4 a bear. He thought
that he was enjoying the quiet even
ing breeze, when a bear came to
him and asked Jim if he could help
him hunt gold. It seemed very
funny to Jim, but he went with the
bear. The bear led him Into a cave
in a mountain. There' Jim found
mmself in a cave fillr,' with gold.
The bear gave Jim a pick and said:
"Now help me and then we will
divide with the gold."
Meanwhile Jim set to work and
Soon had a pile of gold beside him.
Soon 1 they had enough to last
Kthem for years. The bear divided
the gold and then they went home.
Jim was so proud of his. treasure
that he could hardly wait till he
would get home. All at once he
heard his mother calling:
"Jim. get up; it is time ' i
school." "
My Pet Kitten.
By Cecelia tlrady, As 11, Schuyler, Nob,
I have a little' kitten. Its color is
gray and white. It likes to play very
much. It 'likes tov come into the
house but we will not let it in be
cause we are afraid that it will catch
our pet canary:
One day my little kitten got un-v
der the porch and 1 didn't know
where it was. I hunted all day for
it but at night it began to meow
and our hired man got her out for
me. T never let her go under the
porch again.
I wish some of the . Busy Bees
would write to me. i Would gladly
Lanswer them.
My Birthday Present
By Harley Wllkltcen, age 8, Oordon. Neb.
I am a little boy 8 years old. I
read the stories in your paper every
week. I am in the Third grade. A
yar ago papa bought a Swiss goat,
and on my birthday mamma went
a line through the dots beginning
Proud of Hun Helmet
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How would you like to have a really, truly German helmet all your
own? ' Marion Burkhart had one sent to him by his daddy, who is Over
in France. Marion has other trophies from the war zone, too, for his
father has been in one of the Y. M. C. A. huts helping our boys to fight
the great battles.' As you can imagine, this little boy watches every day
for the postman,-for the letters from "over there" are the joy of. his life.
out to he goat pet and found three
little kids. Mamma gave me one for
my birthday present. Then she gave
my little brother one, and my little
sistei, Verona, the other one. We
have lots of fun e with them. We
milked the ofd goat and fed tfie kids
on a bottle fpr a week. She was so
lonesome for them we gave them
back..J am going- to drive the kids,
Billy and t5en with my wagon this
summer. This is a true story and
the first one for your paper.
Pet Pigeon.
By Mildred Swatidon, Agel. Valparaiso.
"I thought I. would write to you
about my pet pigeon. YVe named it
Petf ; it was all white. Papa got it
when it was little at one of the
neighbors, and we put it -in a cage
for a week, and when we let it out
it was very tame. It would do lots
of funny, tricks. YY'hen papa was
I building the garage it would fly and
sit on nis arm or neaa and stay tor
quite a while; it also would sit and
eat out of the hand, and when the
1 car was outside and running it
, would, fly and sit' on the radiator.
But one day(jthis fall our cat got a
! taste of- it and that was the last of
f mv net niecon.
I hope to see this letter in print.
"- A New Bee.
By Olivu BUkett. Aga 13, Grin-wold, la.
Dear Busy Bees: This is my
first letter to your page. I like to
read the letters the other Busy Bees
write. "I am a- girl 12 year of age
and in the seventh grade. I go to
town -school, but I do not like it
very well. I started to school in
the country when 1 was almost 6
years old.
YVe had a pony that u-as not broke
to drive very well, but we were go
ing to drive it anyway; we had not
gone far when the ponv started to
run; it broke the shafts, but we
were not hurt at all; vc walked on
to school; we would not drive or
rjde the pony, so we sold -it.
I have two sisters; their names
are Mae and Lillie. As my Utter
is long enough I will close.
A French Story. r
By Caroline Miraeky, Asa 10, 1944 South
12tll SU
One day in France people
were scurrying by. , A French
father came home. He was very sad.
He told his family that war had been
declared. In two weeks he -yas called
to go to war. He left behind him his
wife and a little girl, 8 years old. The
little girl's mamma was very sad,
and it took all the little girl's cour
age to make the mother not feel bad.
One day cannons were heard, the
poor little girl was pushed onward;
she knew not where her mother had
disappeared. One" by one the French
people had fallen until 'the girl was
left to flee herself. She fan until she
could move no farther. She fell ex
hausted on the steps of a Red CrOss
hospital. '
The next thing the little girl knew
she was lying on a'little cot. YVhen
he was . well she was taken to an
orphanage, where one day a rich
lady adopted her. She was taken
across the sea where sfie had a fine
home !n America. One day the girl's
mistress "came into, the. room and
told the girl that a French soldier
had arrived W America and was
gatheringjiioney for French or
phans. Her mistress said she would
take her to see him. YVhen they
arrived at the place where the sol
dier was gathering money, to the
girl's surprise slie recognized him as
her long-lost father. They made their
home in America and lived happily.
Goodby Busy Bees. ' -
The Lost Prize; '
By Neva Prindlf, Aga 13, Kearney, Neb.
One day Kitty Gray was lying by
the fireside, when she spied a bottle
which was lying by the stove. She
watched it, because she-sa some
things black in it. She thought it
was a mouse,, -so she waited till
the cook blew out the 'light. She
picked up the bottle, and stuck her
paw in- it, Rut no mouse came out.J
Then .Kitty. shook the bottle, then
she turned it upside down, but the
mouse would not shake, out. Then
Kitty grew cross and, seizing the
bottle, brought it down crash on a
flatiron that lay near. v It flew in
a hundred pieces, and away scam
pered the mouse, right through a
hole in the wall, and .o wiftly that
It
Alpine Picture
Stand hers and look,
breath '
and aoftly hold your
Lt the vast avalanche
down.
coma crashing
How" aiany mllei away la yonder town
Set f lower-we' In the valley T Tar by
A eclmUar
' sheath-
half-drawn fronC out tta
The river curve through , meadow nwl
mown:
The ancient water-couruea are all strown
With drifts ol anow, tantastle wreath on
wreath;,.
And peak on peak against the turquolst-
blue v
The Alps like towering campanile stand
Wondrous with pinnacles of frown rain.
Silvery,, crystal, like the prism It) hue?
Oh, tell me, love, if this be Swltzer
. land
Or Is It but the frost-work oa the pan?
THOMAS B. ALDBICH. ,
. THE WILLOW PLATE.
Betty-in the kitchen broke a wil
low pattern plate.
I spoke Jo her severely, but I
spoke a moment late
To save' those little people from a
very dreadful fate
YVhose fortune's told in blue upon
the wJJlow pattern plate.
Two blue little peopl come run
" ning together,
Across a blue bridge, in sunshiny
weather;
They run . from a garden, where
stands a blue tree
Above the blue house of a wealthy
uiinee.
The one is a maiden, the other her
lover
A blue weeping willow haygs half
the bridge over,
Behind, in pursuit, conies papa
with a whip,
Jiut they're over the bridge and
aboard the blue ship
That her lover has moored by the
strand of. the sea
With a shove off the shore, from
his wrath they are free
Now deep in the water the oars
they are plying, -
While high, in the heavens the
blue doves are flying,
To "his blue" island home her lover
will waft her,
And there they will happily live
ever after.
This is the story of the willow
pattern plate,
So please .be careful though it's
only vone and eight
And remember that you have in
hand a very precious freight
YY'hen you parry from the kitchen
a willow pattern plate.
STRANGE ANIMALS OF THE
' yVORLD.
The reinjier is familiar to most
children because of (he legend of
St.- Nicholas that seems so appro
priate for Christmas day. The, fam
ily name of this animal is Caribou,
and, it is primarily a native of Ice
land, and Greenland and the north
countries of Europe. The specie
that ir found in North America1 is
really the 'Woodland caribou, that
gflows to be about four or five feet
long and about three feet high. It
has elongated horns with tips dila
ted and palmated.
In Lapland and other far "north
countries the people dispense fvith
the horse, cow, oxen and sheep, as
the , reindeer furnishes all these
needs. It carries the traveler swift
ly .over the snow. It ves, rich' ijjilk,
from which cheese and butter are
made. Its hair and skin furnishes,
Clothing, shoes, harness, other trap-"
pings, and tents a well.
The reindeer, whetl wild, travels
in herds varying in ' number from
eight to several hundred animals.
YVhen gtiing from one spot to an
other across the Country, the deer
travel toward the quarter whence
the wind blows. Reindeer swim the
fivers-and lakes and many Indians
catch them in traps, hidden near the
shores of the water. The Eskimo
catch them in queer traps made of
ice and snow.
Kitty had no chance at it at all. She
was dreadfully disappointed, but
that did fiot help matters, so she
curled herself in a Jieap by the fire
to forget her troubles in sleep. But
she will have too much good sense
to strike a bottle on an iron again.
In Danger..
By Forest Conover, Age S, Raxftbrd, Kan.
Dear Busy Bees: Frank was
Mr. and. Mrs. lohnson's oldest son.
Early in the fall a little brother
came to his house to stay. Before
this time Frank had been their only
son for 10 years.
The little brother made Frank's
life much happier. One day in the
'winter, after a week's snow storm,
Frank thought he would make him
a sled, but he did not succeed; so
lie had his father make him one.
He thought he would have a fine
ride by hitching his sled on behind
his papa's hay rack. He tied his
sled on behind the hay rack and
when his papa started he jumped
on his sled.
Frank thought it was fine fun to
lie dowh on the sled and ride. His
dog. Shep, followed him and would
get 'across the ropes and fall. Com
ing back Frank got( tired of lying
dovnand 'voutd stand up on the
sled. Pretty soon the sled hit
against a stone and Frank fell down
and got tangled up in the ropes.
He was knocked unconscious. . His
dog saw him and tried to get the
boy loose by biting the ropes, but
hp could not get him oiiU He then
ran up to the front of the wagon
and barked until the father stopped
the team and got, out and found
the boy.
When Frank's; father found him,
Frank was stjU unconsious. but soon
got all right again. Frank's father
always felt very grateful to old
Shep for saving ! rank's life.
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A Good Letter.
By Nona Crawford Age 1!, TOrk. N'eb.
Dear Busy Bees: This is the first
time I have, written to you. I like
your page very ftuch and enjoy
reading it. I would like to join and
be on the blue side.
I "have a cat who is nearly snow
white and is as playful as a 'ittle
kitten. She comes to meet me as I
come ffon school nearly every noon.
I have four blocks to go and-1 am
in the Sixth grade. I like school
very much and was glad when it
started as we had such a long vaca
tion. I like geography and arithmetic
best. I shall close for this time as
my letter is getting rather long.
I would like very much to hear
from some of the Busy Bees.
Heroism v of Prince Froggie
-By MINNIE
ON'CE upon a time in the Laud of
Fpogs, when everything whs
gren and pesreful and the mud
oozy and cool with- little green roots
and bugs sticking all over it .and 1'ie
froggies were happy as happy could
be, a great terror catue among them
they called it The Green Dragor.
It was so. long 12 froggies all in a
row were not as long and green in
color with gray and black spojs
all over it, and, oh, aueh a wickv.1
head and long tiery tongue and cold,
beady, black eyes: the heart of every
frog thumped in terror against its
ribs when the low swish, swish of
the dragon was heard in the wat:r,
or when they saw the green 'grasses'
on the river bank sweep 'low wmi
the weight of the oncoming mtmsr.
Brave froggies had fallen a victim
to this terrible beast when they had
fared forth with upear and lance to
do him battle, for the dragon, if a
froggie 'dared look him jn the eye,
would hypnotize him, first making
him dance for his amusement until,
tired of this sport, he would mut
ter deep in his slimy throat, "Come
closer, come closer," running '.lis
forked tongue out toward the poor
.unfortunate froggie who, unable to
help himself, would dance, closer
and closer to this wicked pirate uf
the land and seas who then would
slowly wind his long slimy body
"around the quaking frog and "Gob
ble, gobble, in two shakes there
Was no longer a froggie in sifht. just
one sly old snake grinning so wide
all his toothless jaws gleamed lik'
coral reefs and you could almost un
ugine you saw the hind Itfg of Master
Frog away down his throat.
. YVell,- it went on and on and no
gallant froggie couW kill this mjn
&,ter who would steal up in the broad
of day or 'gloom of night, and with
Cunning instinct pick the youngest,
the fairest and the fattest from their
midst, carrying them away never to
return again. Baby froggies would
scream wildly if their manynas left
them for a second, older frogs low
ered their- wow-wows and ker
hunks, -ker-liunks, when gathered in
sociable circles of a dusky (sum
mer's eve, even the courting youths
fared forth no more to serenade
their winsome plump lassies for fear
of betraying to the Green Dragon
the hiding place of their brides-to-oe.
The old king was in despair and
many a night he had spent pating
the palace back and forth with his
crown pushed to the back of nis
Head, scheming and planning how
to rid the kingdom of this dreaded
jeviL One half the kingdom and ihe
princes's hand was offered as a -e-ward
to brave frogs who succeeded
in killing him and many were 'the
noble dukes and counts of Froggie
iand who lost their liVes in vain.
It was early morning of a bright
summer day, the king and his sages
"were gathered in the courtroom in
pomp and splendor as befitted the
occasion, the old king's stern coun
tenance was distort witfr- grief and
rage; the night before, his favorite
son, his second child, had been cap
tured by the old pirate, and all the
king's council and all the king's
men were gathered together to ad
vise as how to rid themselves of
this parasite. Outside the palace
the wind blew as cooly, as refresh
ingly as ever, the willows bent their
glossy heils in reverence of the
niajestj' of the heavens the sun,
the grasses dipped long fingers into
the cooling stream, bob-o-links and
bluebirds chirped gaily on bough
and limb while the 'silvery snow
white ducks sailed majestically up
and down the river's edge like a
fleet of canoes set ajdrift, but within,
gloom ;ind terror held sway o'er
king and council alike.
The king's; only daughter, the
princess, whose hand had been of
fered as reward with half the king
dom to the gallant youth who killed
the dragon, had taken this chance to
slip away from the vigilant watch
of guards and maids-in-waifing to
visit her favorite retreat which had
been , forbidden her since the" ad
vent of the Green Dragon, for so
jjong had restraint been placed upon
tne lovely princess that freedom,
even with peril so close at hand,
seemed to her the one thing desir
able, she envieM the lot of her poor
brother so tired -of watching eyes
was she: so there sjie was. this
Princes Isa, carrying a large, long-
a icn u.ru i in; ic. .ur ail uii.urena
to shad? her lovely green complex-'
stemmed lily leaf for an umbrella
ion from the increasing heat of the
Good Letters
Letters and still more letters
from our little friends and there
isn't spice to print them all this
week. If the following boys
and girls will write again,
the Busy Bee editor writ be glad:
Agnes Pavlislf, Crete, Neb.
Helen Turpin, Carna, Neb.
Floyd Bennett, 2204, Harrison
street.
Irene YVeatherwax, .Lodge
Pole, Neb. i
Rosie Kuches, 450.3 Yr street.
Georgia D. Nordgren, Phillips,
Neb.
YVarncr Brown, Sturgis, S. D
Glenn Allen, Thurston, Neb.
Caroline Stonclift, Alexandria,
Neb.
Agnes Bali, ,312 South Eighth
street. '
Margaret YY:alker, North
Platte. ,
Curtiss McGaflin, Belhvood.
Neb, ,
Svlvia Noble, Plattsmobth,
Neb.
Jeanett Green, North Platte.
GRANT TARR-
sun's rays, enjoying a much longed
for stroll in solitude, when she was
unduly startled with astrange "wow
wow" uttered in morning greeting,
and. turning, she beheld the most
magnificent froggie she had ever
seen. Her astonishment was great,
but she politely asked "him to be
seated on one of the many eleganily
cushioned toadstools nearby and
listen to litr warning. The stranger,":
dressed in a Suit of emerald green,
doffed his plumed hat in acknowl
edgement of the honor bestowed
upuii'hini, handed Princess Jsa to a
cool toadstool, then leaning his
i lance and shield against t'?c sturdy
trunk of a willow seated himself.
opposite her Toyal highness the
better to watch herver changing
and beautiful countenance.
Princess Isa unfolded the blood
curdling tales of the Green Dragon,
his entrance into their beloved king
dom and the vain effort of all the
wie men. and the foolish, for that
matter, to rid their land of the
mounter; at the conclusion of her
recital, instead of drawing in a deep
horrilied breath and shuddering vis
ibly as Miss "Princess expected this
stranger to" do. he merely crossed
'one leg over the other and said:
"Ah, I would that I might meet tins
demon of the underworld face to
face in knightly combat attd -perchance
he would dance a jig of a
different sort for the amusement of
the king and bis court."
"Oh. surely, you would not at
tempt so! daring a feat," exclaimed
Princess Isa, shuddering in terror
at the 'thought of -this wonderful
frog slipping lightly down the old
dragon's throat.
"And, why not" queried this won
drous creature, "The sport in itself
were worth it, if ,no prize were of
fered, as .xurery there must be, al
though you have not mentioned that
matter." then as he saw the quick
blushes mantle 'her soft, rounded
cheek, he smiled broadly and said,
"Ah, I see it now anrl a poor duffer
I will be indeed and worthy the
most terrible punishment possible
if I do n6t win the-prize."
"YYrhat do you mean?" blushingly
inquired the Princess. For answer
the stranger merely bent his head
toward her and said' with a quiet
smile: "Ah, little princess, for prin
cess I know thou art by look and
manner born, dost give me leave
to ,Mrt the prize. '"Then as her face
blanched in terror at the thought of
what a horrible death awaited him
if he did not succeed in killing the
dragon, he said: "Fear not,, little
one, just trust me and all will be
well. And now let us repair to the
king, your father, where you may
introduce me as Prince Nordie of
the Guieldfor that am I." ,
Together they strolled up the
walk toward the castle wierc great
consternation was growing at 'the
disappearance of ihe princess, none
daring to break the news to her
father for fear of his terrible wrath
in case the Princess had also fallen
victim to the old dragon. Imagine
their joy when they beheld her
coming up the tortoise shell lined
walk, also how shocked were they
on perceiving a princess of such,
noble blood walking with a strange
knight, but coldly brushing them
aside tlie Princess swept up the
steps and into the presence of her
father anrl his council with Prince.
Nordie at her side. i . ,
The king glanced sternlyt the
princess and wrathfully fit Prince
Nordie and boomed out a-terrible
"YVhat now?" that sent the timid
froggies scuttling behind the royal
mantles of their braver folk. Prince
Xordiev advanced to the foot of the
old king's throne and, on the king's
consent, introduced himself and
told his missiMi, at the conclusion
uf which the old king croaked "Tut
tut, a dainty morsel i..deed lor the
foul fiend, but let it be. If it were
not you some other kt ight, perhaps
of more wit than you seem to pos
sess, woujcl be his nex; meal.'
"Not so," .iashed Prince Nordie
in reply. "Not so, my good friend.
Tomorrow morn at hjigh dawn let
the royal court assemble on yonder
knoll " overlooking , lbe castle
grounds, and on this cage of the
wood south of the river the! dragon
and I will have our little bout, at
the end of which, noble friend, be
prepared to grant me the hand of
your .royal daughter in marriage,
and this you will not regret, for 1
anJ thjs you ,v,n ot regret. fOr I
m o as o5le blood y0ur fcwn
mighty majesty, and boast several
kingdoms of mine oi.n. Therefore,
the offer of half your kingdom may
be withdrawn, foT I need it not, nor
care for it in fact, jny own goodly
possessions being, as muchi as I
care for by way of land. Therefore,
noble sir, issue orders that all frogs,
both small and great, - bejbanishtd
within doors until high dawn to
morrow morii, So that .'the dragon
may not feast,upon some poor devil
of a frog and he not tempted fortli
at! the dawn's breaking in search of
food. And now farewell, friends,
until the morrow," at wnicfi 'the
stranger withdrew, lerving a sickly
looking lot of. gaping frogs behind
him. (To Be Continued.)
QUITE SO!
A house has eyes and nost and ars.
And so, of course, it sees and hears.
It breathes right through its chiin
' ney nose
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j And, having windows on each floor,
i Both back and front, it sees lots
; more
(Than most of us!)
;
1 The little common thin as of life
A kindly word, a little trust,
A friendly smile amid the strife
That crushes souls into the dust.
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