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Stories by-Our Little Folks
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Alice's Obstinacy.
Alio Breea, A 11, P!t!nTiw, Nek.
It was a glorioui morning in
about ths middle of June. Denni
son'a had been camping near ths
seashore. The three children, Claude,
Alice and Harry, had been there
playing. But now Claude had gone
bicycling and they were " lonely.
Alice iumoed uo and said. "Let us
go boating." Harry replied, "But
mother told us never to go alone."
"Come on," replied Alice, so on they
went, .
The ocean was like a duck pond
just then and they went along very
nicely. Soon they came to a sunny
cove; there they drifted in. They
went back farther on the island.
There .they played awhile. They
then went riding attain.
Just then, as they got out of the
"cove they drifted into a rushing cur
rent. Harry strived and struggled
to keep the boat back. A few awful
moments passed. How far the head
land loomed ahead. Would they
ever reach it?
Soon an idea struck him. "Stand
up, Alice, and wave your handker
chief," Harry commanded. If only
that ship sees us."
They shouted and shouted and
suddenly as their hearts were sink
ing an answering shout came. A
boat came over the waves. Terrified
Alice and Harry watched the on
coming boat Ail at once they were
pulled out of the rapid cross cur
rents and landed safe in the ship.
The people on board were pulling
the children on deck when the cap
tain came out and said to the chil
dren, "Whoever let you out in that
old tub ought to be heard from," "It
was all my fault," replied Alice,
"Mather told us never to go out
alone and I thought I could manage
it alone. I'll never do it again."
(Honorable Mention.)
Thrift and Study.
By Luell Mafkwon. Age 10, Shelly, Neb,
Neb.
The twins, Maude and Claude,
were each given a quarter. When
one was given money the other was
always given the same amounts by
their parents.
Claude bought candy with his
quarter. Maude bought a thrift
stamp with hers. Maude had ten
thrift stamps while Claude had
only three.
Claude was not studious and his
grades on his report cards were not
always passing. -
boon exams came, and ciauae aia
not oass in even one.
His teacher was disgusted with
him and out him back in the fourth
grade. (He and Maude were in the
fifth).
Soon Maude had her thrift card
filled and exchanccd it for a war sav
ings stamp. Her father rewarded her
her tor oeing studious ana mnrtjr
by giving her another war savings
stamp.
Claude said, "Father, don't you
think you ought to give me a war
saving stamp, toor
"No, air."
"Whv not?"
"Because you have not been stu
dious and thrifty.
"Father, I promise to be just like
Maude."
Yes, Claude is an entirely different
boy. v
A Brave Dog.
Herman Ternus, Age 19. Courtney, Neb.
Dear Busy Bees: This is my first
letter to vou and I am going to tell
a story. Once there was a boy who
was always cruel to his dog, so one
day a wolf was running after him,
when the dog ran up to the wolf and
fought with the wolt until the Doy
got away. Aa soon as the boy saw
the dog he threw a stone at the dog.
The boy then went to steal some ap
ples. This dog could climb and so
the dog got into the tree and while
the boy was taking the apples the
owner Came out with the gun and
said he should pay him for the ap
ples. The boy said he had no mon
ey, so the farmer was going to shoot
him. He was ready to shoot, when
the dog jumped from the tree and the
shell, instead of hitting the boy,
killed the poor dog." The boy then
ran home, sorry for the way he had
treated the dog.
A New Member.
By Mabel Beecher. Age 11, BellvlUr. Kan.
Dear Busy Bees: Ttti is my first
letter I have written to you. I read
your page every Sunday and enjoy
it very much. I find it very in
teresting. I like to read the other
children's letters.
I am 11 'years old and I am in
the sixth grade. My teacher's name
is Mrs. Lola Beatty. I like her very
much and like school.
We have had the influenza, all
of us, and I had it the worst of any
of them. I have one sister and
one brother, who is home. My sis
ter is in the second grade. My
brother is a soldier and I guess he
is on his way home.
The First Tulips.
By Annie Pecka, Age 10, Crete, Neb.
Everybody has read ahk the
world war. Wejiave all
the little FrVirphr Ve
American
RULES FOR YOUNG
WRITERS.
1. Write plainly; number pages.
2. Use pen and ink, not pencil.
. 3. Short and pointed article!
will be given preference. Do not
use ove; 230 words.
4. Original . stories or letters
only will be used. . '
5. Write your name, age and
address at the top of first page.
j. L prize book will be iven
each week for best contribution.
Address Children's Depart
ment. Omaha Bee, Omaha Neb.
train of American soldiers marched
to the battlefield they stopped in a
town in France. There the canteen
girls served them with hot coffee
and sandwiches. Among the canteen
girls was a little orphan. She was so
kind to the men that they could not
forget her. Her name was Mildred
but the. soldiers called her Milly.
After the men had their lunch
they marched to the battlefield
where thev fought the Germans,
about SO miles from the little town.
Th Germans were defeated but
many Americans were wounded and.
sent to tns nospitai in ine lown.
While they were there ths girls
came to see them. At last soma of
the soldiers recognized the little)
girl they had seen before they went
into battle. She went front ont to
another and spoke kind woras to
them. They were cheered by her
smiles and her flowers.
One soldier was dying and in the
morning Mildred woke early and
went to the field in search of
flowers. She found some red and
yellow tulip. She- hurried to the
hospital and to the dying soldier.
She gave him the flowers and cried
hat h did not want him to die.
He smelled. of the tulips and day
by day he grew better. 5he brougnt
him more turips until he was well
and went back to fight The tulips
did help.
A Pony.
By Louie Plageman, Age 1, Columbus.
Neb:
Dear Busy Bees: This is my first
letter to the Busy Bee page.
I am in the eighth grade. Our
teacher's name is -Miss Brittian. I
will now begin my story. Once
there was a little boy named James.
He lived with his parents in the
country. They were poor and little
James had not many toys.
He alwavs wished for a Shetland
pony. His father was in .poor health
and his mother had to work hard
for a livingy But harder times came,
his father grew worse, the mother
could hardlv support them.
One day James sat thinking how
he could help his mother when a
bright idea came to him. They kept
several cows. He would take the
milk and peddle it around town.
So the very next day he started.
It was a happy little boy that went
home that night with a bright dol
lar. James kept this up from week to
week and could afford to get a doc
tor. His father then grew better
and they were happy again.
One day the mother said, "James
has helped us during the dark days,.
I think we might get him the pony
which he has wished for a long
time." It was on James' birthday
and he was ready to start on his
journey when his father told him
to go to the barn. He climbed over
the fence and to his surprise there
stood a little black Shetland pony.
Virginia's Bravery.
By France Manley, Age It, Omaha.-
Virginia and Alice Brown were
enemies. One day as Virginia was
going out of the door on her way
to school her mother said: "Vir
ginia, hurry right home tonight
On the way home from school a
girl in the group with which she
was walking said:
"I have to go to the store, will-
you girls go with mer
ihey all said yes but Virginia, tor
she remembered her mother's words.
When she was a block from home
she saw Alice Brown. Alice laughed
at her and said:
"I dare vou to run across the
street in front of an automobile."
Indeed, I won't," said Virginia.
I will," said Alice, darting across.
But just as she was in the middle
of the street a machine hit her.
The driver was so scared he went
on. In a moment Virginia was in
Lhe street dragging Alice home.
Alices tather was a doctor and he
had to'set Alice's broken leg. When
Alice recovered she and - Virginia
were firm friends.
A Trip to Camp Funston.
By Jakle Clayton, Age 11, Bertrand, Neb,
I am going to write about the trio
we took to Camp Funston.
My three brothers, my brother-in-
law and myself started to Camp
Funston a year ago last fall to visit
a brother.
On Friday morning we started
early. It was a nice cool October
morning.
We passed through a number of
small towns until we came to Hast
ings. By the time we reached there
was dinner time. After we had
This Is What the Angels Dropped
Through a Hole in the Sky
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Someone must have cut a tiny hole in the blue sky and let one of the angels slip through, for she has
dropped right in the middle of our page! I know you will all think that at first glance, and many bright eyes
will begin to search for some tiny wings. But wings there are none, as the pretty little girl is Marion Elizabeth
Johnson, who has big beautiful eyes and sunny hair and such a happy disposition to correspond.
eaten dinner we started again. We
drove all afternoon, passing through
a number of small towns until we
came to a town called Formosa. It
was 7 o'clock when we got there.
We stayed over night here and got
up early the next morning at S
o clock and started on our trip.
We reached Junction City about
5 o'clock in the evening. We were
then only 10 miles from Camp Fun
ston.
The next morning we went to
cr.mp and found our brother. He got
a pass and we all went to Manhat
tan to spend the day together. He
also stayed all night there with us.
The next morning we started for
home. We would have liked to have
stayed and seen the soldiers drilL
upon the hill north of the camp. But
we couldn't. We got horns at 10
o'clock that night. " ,
Honesty It Best
By Florence Wlnkelmann, At It. Kleins
City, Neb.
It was a stormy day in January
and two boys were seated at a ta
ble writing. -
Their names were Fred and Ru
dolph, and they were writing stories
to the Omaha Sunday Bee.
"I can't think of anything to
write," said Fred. "I believe I'll take
the story of Red Ridinghood, and
change it a little. They'll 'never
know the difference."
"I wouldn't do that," said Ru
dolph, "because they might find it
oat and you wouldn t get any prize.
But Fred wrote his copied sto-y
and Rudolph wrote a true story of
himself. The next Monday, when the
Bee came, Rudolph's story took the
prize.
First Letter.
By Helea Sokerman, As It, Xmereon,
Neb.
Dear Busy Beesvl saw your let
ters in the Sunday Bee and thought
I would write to you. I am in the
fifth grade, my teacher's name is
Miss Doxtad. In Emerson all the
school children belong to the Mod
ern Health Crusaders. I wish some
of the Busy Bees would wrfte to me. i
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Good Letters Omitted.
Write me of your gardens,
boys and girls. Now that the
springtime hat come, I know you
Jrs all planning them. Many
ood stories had to be omitted
this week, and the Busy Bees
who wrote them include:
Pauline M. Raltt, Rlelng City, Neb.
Loin Barman, Norfolk. Neb.
Floyd Bennett, IJ20 Harrison St.
Tharallla Sternberg, Defiance, la.
Anita Rlecken, Elkhorn. Neb.
tenora Rlecken, Elkhorn, Neb.
Floyd Griffith, Hancock, la.
Ceoll Griffith, Hancock, la.
Luclle Griffith, Hancock, la.
Lola Ormeby, Trumbull, Neb.
Frank Shane, Pawnee City, Neb.
Kenneth Eby, Burke, B. D.
Dorothy Weaver, Fall City, Neb.
Clifford Duxbury, PlatUmouth. Neb.
Dallle Plageman, Columbus, Neb.
Una Tlbbets, Vernoa, Wyo.
Suggestions for Dolls.
All dolls should have elastic on
their hats and the hats on their
neaas. iney should wear veils, too,
so that the spring winds will not
tangle their curly locks. I
THE DOLL'S COLUMN.
Doll News.
Egg boxes with partitions make
dandy orphan asylums or boarding
schools for tiny dolls.
Venturesome dolls ate talking
sailing and rowing trips on board
boats in the gutters. Many dolls
are spending vacations in the bird
houses before the birds move in.
They make delightful suburban
homes.
Dr. Dolby
Don't drop out your glass eyes,
dollies; they might break and per
haps could not be matched. All
dolls should have bedroom slippers
beside their beds. It is a very dan
gerous thing to step out Of a warm
bed in bare feet
Dolls' Baths
Birds' bathtubs make wonderful
tmall doll bathtubs. Also old bird
cages make Oerfect recreation ren
ters think; of the dandy twings and
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nonzumsi uars, even piace ior re
freshments!
Always use your handkerchiefs
when you sneeze. Dollies should
not be kept out late at night; it
ruins their nervous system.
THE FIRST VACUUM
CLEANER.
When big Madame Elephant cleans
up her house,
Tis done with no trouble or flurry
No ladders or chairs; with a trunk
like hers there s
No occasion for fluster or worry.
It reaches the high spots and reach
es the low,
And serves as a mop or a hose,
And that is the reason her nerves
' are so calm,
And her house is so neat, I sup
pose. (I think an inventor must surely
nave seen ner
And gotetn a tip for the vacuum
cleaner.)
When the Stars Did Not rail
Baby Bear was rolling in the snow and having a great deal of fun
when Weeny Wood Mouse ran along the crooked little wood path,
squealing as loudly as a little mouse could possibly squeal and looking
terribly frightened.
"Weeny Wood Mouse, what't the matteri1" called Baby Bear.
"The stars are falling," answered Weeny Wood Mouse. "A little burned
out white one fell on my tail and the big hot ones are sure to follow."
"Oh, niyl" exclaimed Baby Bear. "Let't run home quick to Mother
Bear in the little brown house."
Weeny Wood Mouse and Baby Bear ran along the little path' until
they met Jacky Rabbit.
"Why are you in such a hurry?" asked lacky Rabbit.
Baby Bear answered: "The stars are fallingl Weeny Wood Mouse
told me that a little burned out one fell on her tail."
"I'm going with you," Jacky Rabbit said. So Weeny Wood Mouse,
Baby Bear and Jacky Rabbit ran along together and pretty soon they
met Ray Coon.
"Why are you running away to fast?" Ray Coon asked.
Jacky Rabbit answered; "The stars are, falling. Baby Bear told me
that Weeny Wood Mouse told him that a little burned out one fell on
her tall."
"I'm going to run along and hide, too," said Ray Coon. So Weeny
Wood Mouse, Baby Bear, Jacky .Rabbit and Hay Coon all ran along.
Fatty Wood Chuck saw them and called: "Why arc you hurry
ing $0?"
"Haven't you heard?" asked Ray Coon. "The itar are falling, Jacky
Rabbit told me that Baby Bear told him that Weeny Wood Mouse told
him that a little burned out white star fell on her tail."
"Let me go with you," said Fatty Wood Chuck, and they all ran
along together and pretty soon they overtook Frisky Squirrel.
"What is it? What is it?" chattered Frisky. ;
"The stars are falling, Jacky Rabbit told me," Fatty Wood Chuck
answered, "Ray Coon told me that Jacky Rabbit told him that Baby Bear
tol him that Weeny Wood Mouse told him that a little burned out star
fell On her tail."
They had almost come to the little brown house in which the three
bears lived and when Mother Bear saw them, she ran to the door.
"What has happened?" she asked.
"The stars are falling," they all shrieked.
"Nonsense!" said Mother Bear. "Who told you such a thing?"
Shf looked right down at Frisky Squirrel because he was ahead.
"Fatty Wood Chuck told me," Frisky Squirrel declared.
"Well, Ray Coon told me so," said Fatty Wood Chuck.
"Jacky Rabbit told me," answered Fatty Wood Chuck in answer
tc Mother Bear's look.
"I got It from Baby Bear," said Jacky Rabbit. ' -
"Weeny Wood Mouse told me," Baby Bear said.
"A little bumed out white ttar fell on my taill It truly did!" squealed
Weeny Wood Mouse. "And oh I There are more on my back just like
it Run in th house and hide!"
Mother Bear looked and. what she saw on the mouse's littls gray
back were big snow flakes shaped just like stars!
"Vou foolish little creature!" said Mother Bear. "They are only
snow flakes and just because you never before happened to notice them
when thsy looked like stars, you thought the start were falling. Now
you must tell the other wood creatures that the stars are not falling."
"Ths stars are not falling," said Weeny Wood Mouse to Baby Bear
in a shamed little squeal.
"The ttars are not falling," said 'Baby Bear to Jacky Rabbit. Jackv
Rabbit told Ray Coon; he told Fatty Wood Chuck and Fatty Wood
IIIUCK oia rriSKy oqunrci. men
the woodt to play, saying: "The
not falling." .
- OFF THE BAT
"WeH. this is a nice way for the
game to come off!" grunted Tom,
looking dismally out at the rain-
soaked landscape.
sure is I agreed cob, slamming
his magazine down crossly tn the
table. "I had a new curve I wanted
to try, too."
"What s the use of growling, in
terrupted Henry, who was captain
of the base ball team. "Let's hav
a base ball confab!"
"Whatever that isr arigeied Rcd-
dy Smith, pulling his forelock over
his eye and throwing a sofa cushion
at lorn.
"Batter up!" croaked Bob, hand
ing Henry the poker. "All right,"
said Harry, with a businesslike
flourish. "Here goes! What do
you think is the most important
thing for a fellow to practice to play
the best all-round game of base
ball?"
"Puttin' it where they 'aim! Put
tin' it where they 'aintl" shouted
Bob, who was star pitcher.
"Batting!" screamed Reddy,
swinging an imaginary bat and then
running around the library table.
"Hit the ball and run like sin!"
cried Tom.
"Got to have eyes in your glove V
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stars are not falling. The stars are
observed,, Teddy from the eornr
where he was reading. "You've got
to use your blinkers and your
pedals." '
"I say catching's the thing."
"Catching!" "Running!" "Hitting."
In less time than it takes to swing
t' e most terrible argument
had started.
aovv wnat do you think about it?
LITTLE CHILDREN
Little ears were made for hearing;
Truth is speaking everywhere,
Little voices raised in singing
Joyfully will fill the air.
Little eyes were made for seeing
Realms more beautiful than Kings,
God has granted little children
Visions of the thought-known
things.
Little hearts were made for loving
All things beautiful and good
Till the Love that clothed ths lily
Is more fully undtrttood.
Jesus blessed the little children
As He gathered them around
For the qualities of Heaven
In the'r consciousness He found.
Elizabeth Hebert Childs.
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