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Crimson Rambler Chases
the Sun and Clings to
Old Methusula
Mother Rambler Climbs Over the Garden . Wall and
Tells About All the Birds and Flowers Even
Little Cinnamon Rose, Outcast of
the Garden.
By MARGARET McSHAME.
"Living WO yean in the world of i
the roses, long before any of you, j
little boys tod girls, who visit me
in the garden were born, my life
has been elected to see the begin
ning and the end of all the roses
of the garden, and climbing as I do,
high above them all, I can see their
every action, and I am the observer
of all their ways." ,
Speaking hurriedly to the little
boys and girls who had gathered
at her feet, thxir big admiring eyes
fixed on her Crimson Splendor, the
Crimson Rambler climbed o and
on.
She reached the top of the porch
and soon after climbed to the high
est eaves of the house.
Here she stopped a iJte, and
peered into the nest of a beautiful
swallow. The swallow was stand
ing on the side of her nest guard'
ing five little eggs, and at the p
proach of the Rambler, site wrinkled
up her near-white brow, and threw
back her head, exposing to view
her beautiful chestnut - colored
throat. Her mouth opened to re
proach the prowler of her home,
but the Rambler softly laid her
spreading branches over the nest;
that it might be forever safe frem
the trails of the nest robbers, und
noiselessly turned in the opposite
direction. The swallow threw
back her head and joyfully gave
forth her liquid call ia thanksgiving
to the Rambler, and entered the
nest, and spread her wings very
gently over the tiny eggs that were
spotted with red brown specks.
The Rambler smiled back at the
Swallow in recognition tf 4ier song,
and climbed to the other side of the
house, hoping to catch up with the
sun on its journey over the roof.
The Sun Travel fm. N
"The sun travels with such speed
I am afraid I never will catch up
with him. Each day instead of my
gaining on hiifl he gets a little ahead
of me," the Crimson - Rambler
gasped, completely out of breath.
"But anyhow frorn this high point
of observation I can see well over
the entire garden, and I can watch
all my sisters and cousins at their
play.
"My sturdy stalks have climbed
very high by now, and a part of me
has reached to the highest eaves of
the roof. And would you believe
it, dear little boys and girls, that I
was once doomed to dwell in nar
row quarters. Yes, indeed; one day
years and years ago. ( when I was
heavily laden with my clusters of
crimson bloom, a beautiful lady
bought me from my keeper and car
ried m to her home in a very small
apartment. The air was close in the
apartment, and the rooms were so
small, I thought I could nfit breathe
at all. Beside- one little window, I
did my ery best to make her still
believe in me, as she had found me
in my hour of splendor; but try as
I would, I grew more lonely each
day, and soon my leaves brgar to
fall one by one, my crimson petals,
strewn upon the floor, were as so
many tears of blood I shed for the
free life of the great out-of-doors
I sickened and was 'about to die,
when she gave me to a friend, who
owned a beautiful garden with
views and terraces sad lots f fresh
air.
"The very instant this friend bur
ied my feet deeply into the arms of
Mother Earth I felt new life coming
upon me. The new fresh food tast
ed 60 good, and my drinking water
was always so fresh, and it ju6t
poured over me from the biggest
garden sprays I ever saw. With
such food and drink. I felt etece
again that life was worth while, and
that now I could make many again
believe in me.
Many Visitors.
"So in a few weeks I pranced
forth with a beautiful new dress of
soft and shiny green, and I was
topped with the greatest quantity
of tiny buds, that looked so very
like little seed pots; and then it
took but a couple of weeks more
when I just burst out with all my
brilliant beauty set beneath a crown
of cool leaves;, from tleo on, my
side of the house was he most vis
ited and talked about in the gar
den. Now I am happr again, for
there are many who still love me.
"A few of my stray shoots (my
little children) ventured out into the
great beyond one day. Thejr just
wished to investigate a4 see this
fascinating beyond for themselves.
"They seemed to love the free
dom, apd dandled aod played at
will. I did not mind, but let them
have tneir"-way; so following this
rampant impulse they dangled for
many days.
The Wind blew them here and
there. He loved the frolic as well
as tney; and so they swayed, and
they played, and never for once
were, they the least bit afraid. But
not until the Wind had made havoc
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of their -pretty blossoms did they
say one word.
Once he tampered with their beau
ty, and once again lie stripped them
of every one of their blooms, and
he strewed their gorgeous petals on
the garden path, making a crimson
carpet. Then it was that their vani
ty asserted itself, so they reached
out and clung for safety onto the
outstretched branches of a giant
oak, the Methusula of our garden.
This Sturdy oak, Methusula, has
been the silent witness at the birth
and death of each occupant of the '
garden, and he will be a spectator
at my passing on, even though V
live 100 years.
Friend of Methuselah.
"And since then, the stray Ram
bler shoots are firmly attached to
Methuselah, and they say now, that
they Hiiirto Methuselah just to form
an arbor over the garden path, and
to shelter the beautiful York and
Lancaster rose bushes that grow
beside the garden walk. Are they
not the sly ones, or as you little
boys, who visit my garden spot
would say, 'foxy,'
"When choosing to shelter the
lovely York and Lancaster Roses,
what excellent taste you show, rny
rambling shoots, and you sing the
song of the Persian poet while
sheltering and bending low?
'Each morn a thousand roses brings,
you say:
Yes, bii where leaves the Rose of
yesterday.'
"You of my Uvers and garden
keepers, who Icjve the old-time
roses, must plani a row of York
and Lancaster roses. They are the
rarest of all the' old-time flowers.
Their blossoms pen wide and
broad when in full blopm and in
this open quality tljey Have such g
cheery and hospitable look that
cherry and hospitable look that says.
I am so glad to see yo and
tff prove what they say, they just
pour out heaps and heaps of per
fn me of so perfect ans so pure a
quality that makes you forget their
lack of color, and that leaves your
garden never to be forgotten of a
subtle fragrance. A fragrance that
answers the noet's question 'Where
leaves the Rose of Yesterday' it
leaves again in the heart
"And then they are s sturdy and
need so little care and not the least
bit fussy, these wholesome and
kindly York and Lancaster Roses.
"They some times grow 100 years,
but never seem old. They are like
the Fairy, who drank of the foun
tain of eternal youth and never
grew old.
"They seem to tell the world by
these habits that they want so much
to live in every garden, and if so
they promise not to be a bit of trou
ble to anyone.
"If it does not rise to all thetests
demanded of the modern rose-growers,
it does far more, for it awakens
thought and inspiration and pos
sesses a living spirit, and casts this
spirit " over the garden the same
spirit that made the ancienj. Per
sian spread their rugs to pray and
meditate before a single bush in
Sower.
Beautiful in the Moonlight
"And it is just as beautiful in the
moonlight as in the sunlight. Many
nights I will sit op late to see its
nocturnal beauties lit by moonlight
rays, and to watch the moths gather
.about and dance in ecstasies over
their soft white petals.
"My sisters and 1 will be found
in every garden. We flowers know
that there are many motives in
growing us, and a genuine love for
us is seldom the cause.
"We tell this with tears of deep
regret in our eyes; and possibly this
may be .the reason, I o love to up with him5"
grow among old-time roses best, for
there is something more than mere
convention, there is a feeling away
down deep in the heart of the one
that clings to the old-time roses.
"The common rich must have gar-J
dens and always in these gardens
our family grow in profusion. We
are bothered to death for our bulbs
and short roots, for what would a
made-to-order garden be without
roses? So we have been elected by
years and years of obedience to
convention, the flower of the com
mon rich.
"In these gardens, the owners hire
others to care for us, seldom or
never do they visit us, and here we
have no personal relation with the
family for whom we labor to bloom,
with deepest reds, delicate pinks and
fairest yellows; yellows that even
rival the sunbeams in bea'uty as they
travel over the earth.
Cruel Shears.
"In such gardens we only see the
family when we become the victims
of cruel shears. When one of its
members conies stalking over the
lawn, carrying huge, ugly shears
shears possessed of the most vicious
eyes; that grit their teeth at the
very sight of us, and that love to
cut us wildly off our bushes.
"Such folks not only take our blos
soms, but they cut our stalks as well.
They cut us here and there, and
carry us in shabby market baskets to
the house, where we delight the eye
for a few hours, and then die of
thirst and longing.
"And the garden, what a sight it
is when they have left! 'Betty's eyes
are not so blue and her hair is out
of curl' is the garden's wail, when
left helpless after a visit from the
flower mongrel, with the vicious
shears.
"Oh, how much we would all like
to live with the Soul, who stopped
,on the street one day and bought
every flower from the Flower-Vender,
because it 'hurt her inside' to
see them die.
"f can see across the garden in a
shiny, lovely spot, shaded lightly
by the fine delicate branches of i.
willow, a beautiful group of Cabbage
roses.
"Their very warm and pleasing
color, a happy pink, their wholesome
and frank expression, charm as oth
ers cannot, and they send a whiff
of perfume here and there, that
lingers on and on.
A Trick of Fate.
"It is an unfair trick of fate, that
such a beautiful thing, possessed of
rare and magic perfume, should have
to go through life universally known
by such an ugly name, and its true
birth-name, 'The Provence Rose,
must be known to, but a few.
"Near the garden gate, at the foot
of a sweep of terraces, blossoms the
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gorgeous mcnmoiia rose.
She stands so straight
attention' and is the first to say a
word of greeting to the garden vis
itor. 1
"Her delicate form, and 'close
growing petals make her beautiful
for bouquets, and by her fervid
color, she is the most sought after
of all the flowers of the garden by
the little boy with the bow and ar
row. "I rarely lift my head, that I do
not see this little boy strutting over
the garden, and selecting, oh, so
rarefully of her bloom. Sometimes
he will tak- only her very biggest
blooms, and then again I watch him,
and he will select nothing but her
close growing buds, depending on
the mestagc he wishes to send.
"And poor Richmond Rose. She
is so generous to little Cupid. Never
does the object cr even utter a
word of pleading. A martyr to the
cause, a beautiful cause, she says,
and she lives and smiles on and her
eyes twinkle and sparkle with her
fires fystery and the messages
she holds. She is so happy, h says,
to carry such beautiful messages as
the little boy with the arrow gives
her, and she i6 so full of 6ecret$
that sometimes she is afraid she will
just have to burst.
"It is a rare event, indeed, when
Lady Richmond is left at peace to
enjoy her own beautiesf that lie re
flected in the little garden pool lying
by her side.
Cinnamon Rose.
"And over the fence across the
road I -see growing so strong and
healthily the Cinnamon Rose.
"She is looked upon as a garden
stray, I know, and that is why she
grows by the roadsides and squeezes
under the fence. She is ragged and
small, and when her petals are dried
she sends her cinnamon scent
strongly over the fields and along
the roadsides, o she will not be
entirely forgotten, even though she
is but a little garden stray.
"Close at my feet grow the Sweet
Briar roses, and a lovely row of
Musk roses.
"Our garden owes much to the
Sweet Briar, for early in the year,
almost with the first days of the
spring, she gives forth her fragrance
as a little welcome note to the bud
ding trees and the bushes. She is
lavish abo with her bloom, and
coming so earlv in the year, she
almost chases Old Man Winter out
of the garden; and then, the Sweet
Briar and the Musk rose are the
only roses that will give their per
fume to the evening air, and that is
why I am so glad they grow so near
to me.
"And these are all the many, many
beautiful things I see. little boys and
girls, while I climb and climb, and
still climb, over the roof, chasing
the sun.
"Do you think I ever will catch
The fold Up Family
D1
some "new cut-outs ffr you
cut-outs that will move their
arms and legs and beads. They ar
called the Fold-U Family. They
are going to be printed on youx
page every Sunday for a while. To
day we have Father Fold-Up. First
paint him, make his suit brown or
grajr, his shoes black, his face and
hands flesh color. Then paste the
Bee ft J
Stories by Our Little Folks
When He's Put Together.
When He's Folded Vg,
pieces of Father Fold-Up on heavy
paper and cut them out. Now, if
you will get some elder menibr of
your family to bring you some little
brass "McGill Fasteners" you cat)
fit the pieces together where the
round holes are found. Punch the
holes open, and put the fasteners
through, the little pieces bent over
at the back- If you just can t get
fasteners Af&e a pin and push it
through trie holes, and bend it over
the back.
Jokes
Peace Problem.
Jimmie (speaking for the 23d
squad) Corpril, did you tell your
mother we were coming to stay
with you? By Sergt. Rud Rennie,
U. S. A.
Saving Them From Drudgery.
Ex-Soldier Howdy, old pal,
aren't you out yet?
Soldier No.
"How's that?"
f "So the officers will have a job
and won't have to fall back to con
ductoring." By R. J. Reiber, U. S.
Naval Air Station, Akron, Ohio.
An Alibi.
'Her Husband Did you take a $2
bill out of my vest pocket last
night? v -
Mrs. Snoops Certainly not. Prob-
always 'at v ably you don't know it, but there
was a hole in the pocket where you
put it. Washington Star.
Played Out.
"Let me carve the words 'I love
you' on one of these forest mou
archs. Which tree would you sug
gest?" "A chestnut, replied the non
chalant girl. Kansas City Journal.
Just a Hint
He (somewhat embarrassed, after
the car had stopped on a lonely
road) I can't start my engine; the
thing won't spark." '
She Must be like some people 1
know. The Olive Branch.
Not In Wilhelm's Class.
"Did Mr. Grabcoin refuse you the
hand of his daughter?"
"Not in so many words," said
young Dubson, "but when I asked
him how he would regard me as a
prospective son-in-law, he asked me
if I had ejfer heard him exprxss his
opinion of the kaiser."
''Well?"
s "Not being quite as foolish as I
looked, I decided right then and
there that it was time for me to be
on my way." Birmingham Age
Herald. To the Quick.
"Doctor, I've just received your
bill for the operation you performed
on me. Would you cut anything off
for cash?" "
"Yes,my dear sir, anything an
arm or a leg, or what else you may
wish removed." Detroit Free Press.
(Prize.)
A Trip to Southern California.
Leon Muntber, it, Plainvlew, Neb.
We have beeu on the train for
three days and are now in Califor
nia. We soon reach Pasedena. The
climate is very delightful. We get
on a street car and ride out to the I.
Jones fruit tarni.
Oranges,' lemons, peaches, pears,
gr.-.pes, figs, olives, walnuts, al
monts and many other kinds of
fruits and uuts arc grown ou this
farm.
The winter season is the har est
time for oranges, which are picked
from about the middle of November
until February or later. They are
cut from the trees, sorted accord
ing to size, then packed in boxes
and shipped away.
Tomorrow we start for Los An
geles. It is the center of all trunk
railways. It is so beautiful that' it
is weli named he city of Angles."
It has wide streets shaded with
trees, and large parks, in some of
which are beautiful lakes. The
houses are surrounded by lawns, in
which crow palms and India rub
ber trees. There are also pepper
trees on the lawns.
Los Angeles lies in the midst of a
rich orange country, and there are
scores of small villages and towns
around it. '
It is the chief distributing center
for this productive region. It has
fine buildings and comfortable
homes. The city is surrounded by
irrigated orchards and groves.
Long trains of oranges and other
fresh fruit are always moving from
it to the eastt This is alj, I can
tell you about Los Angeles, so I
will say, goodbye.
used to carry messages. Little dogs
have gone in the war with no
thought of themselves. They were
trained and have gone and done
their duty. VVhat more can you ask
of any one?
First Letter.
Dure Ji'bauki-n, Hurtsruoulh. Iowa.
Dear liusy Bee: This is my first
letter to this happy page. I have
one black and four black and white
kittens, Tin in the second reader.
1 have a little brother, his name is
Roy. 1 have some riddles, I will
also send the answers. They are
the following: What is black and
white, and red (read) all over? A
newspaper. What has eyes, but can
not see? A potato.
Well, I must hurry as I'm going
to school, and it is time, I'm start
ing, so I'll close for this time.
The Return of the Catbird.
La Verne H. Keettel. Aga H, Lyon, Neb.
Dear Busy Bee: As you all know
the plainly colored grey catbird al
ways builds his nest in some low
bush, such as the (lilac.
We have three large lilac bushes
in our yard and each year a pair of
catbirds come and rear their young
here.
This morning while we were in
I the kitchen we heard a bird singing
loudly and as though very near. We
opened he door and what do you
suppose? Right on the railing of
the porch stood Mr.' Catbird sing
ing to bis heart's content
Several times he has done this
and each year seems more and more,
tame. Goodbye, Busy Bees.
That Makes It Proper.
Dr. Marie Kitson announces that
she has again resumed iier practice
of osteopathy, and patients can
make appointments by phoning No.
437. Gentlemen desiring baths are
requested to make appointments for
evenings, at which hours Mr. Kit
son will be in the office." Osage
(la.) News.
A Natural Inference.
"Paw!" yelled several of the John
son children. "Bearcat' says he
won't go to school this morning"
"He won't hey?" roared Gap
Johnson of Rumpus Ridge, Ark.
"Knock him down with something,
and then five or six of you pile on
him, hog-tie him and drag him
along. What the Sam Hill does the
little cuss think he is, anyhow a
second lieutenant?"
Casting the Die.
The possibility f future favors
and the memory of past ones die at
the same time.
(Honorable Mention.)
A Helping Hand. '
Marie Haviiceli, aga 10. Verillgre, Neb.
Dear Busy Bees: This is the first
time I am writing. One nicesum
mer, my brother and I were playing,
when we heard a dog whine. We
ran to see what was the matter.
When we got there we saw a wound
ed dog. I ran in and told my moth
er about the dog. She cawe 'out
with tne and she said we had to
chase li'm away. But aiy brother
i and i beggeu to keep nun; so my
luoiucr aaiu we luliiu. c ijuiii d
dog house for him. Then we were
hunting for a name. One day we
found a book that had the picture of
a pug dog. It looked just like our
irfog, 60 we named it Pug. After
Pug was well we got a horse. We
named it ' Dick. He was an Indian
pony and a very slow horse. This
year we sold our horse and bought
a Buick four. One day in the fall
we went car riding: the dog always
went with us. We were going pret
ty fast, when a car happened to
come toward us,, so we turned out
of the road and ran over Fug. We
"id not know it at first, but we
found him, coming back.
Dear little Busy Bees, I would
like 5i join your hive.
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What Did Willie Draw?
What the Dog Has Done to Help
Win the War.
Pearl Clmppell, Aft 12. Nehawka, Neb.
' The shepherd, the Airedale ter
rier and the Scotch collie are used
in the war more thaij any other
breeds of dogs. The collies art the
very best ones. The are the best
dogs any army can get to train.
They do not need much feed and
care. They loo, are fakhful and
Strong. When they are hunting
they keep their noses close to tbe
ground so they will not lose scent
of the trail. They attend strictly
to business, never paying atten:ton
to other people, or dogs. Their
work is to find the wounded and
they attend to it until they succeed.
A dog. to be a good ambulance
dog needs strenjth, fleetness, good
sipht, hearing and pcent. Above all
he needs love for his work. Not
all dogs have this. The greatest
kindness is shown to these dogs
while they are being trained, for
not a whip is showed to touch
them Not much food is given, sel
dom more thB three bjscuits a -dav.
One dav when tbe dogs were out
for practice, some men went out
on a big field and hid themselves.
Officers sent t''e dogs out to hunt
' for the men. Two men lav down
! close toff ther. When the dog came
I un to them, what wsr he to do?
J Save one a"d let the other die? Oh,
no. no such a doe as he could do
! that. He stood as if thi'nkinsr ten
! he be'n to quickly run bark and
forth till he'o rame. This dop was
i horn in the Srotch F'sWands. Then
I he vs broiteht to France, perham
; he "iiM h?ve 1'ked to remain in
hi Fisrf'land home. 'Mit he w? not
I as'"d which he would rather do.
I Hp wert wher- our bovs went
wr'-eve"- I'ncle Fain asked.
Tt'e does carrv ppVs on teir
hacks so when tbev find a soldier
i hp ran handafe un -s wounHs as
we'I as he c?n nnM h pets hsi-k
tr thr !'on;a1. WWn te wnii-ded
A Surprise Visit.
By Afnef Clark, Age 19, Schuyler, ITeb.
Dear Busy Bees: Once upon a
time there lived a little girl. She
had no mamma or papa; and she was
very por. They had died years
ago. She lived in a forest in a small
cottage, all by herself. She was very
kind to birds and animals, because
they Were her only' friends. One
day a little brownie came to her
door, and she bade him come in.
He thought she was so kind and
good. He told her he would bring
her a little playmate. As she was
sitting waiting for the little brownie,
in popped a little girl. They lived
happy ever after.
"Our Pet TJog."
Clara Danker. Ar 10, Rtverton. Nb
Dear Busy Bees I have never
written before. I am oing to tell
you about our dog. His nare is
Gordon. He is a bird dog. On day
daddy and I took him out hunting.
We shot a bird, and threw it ia the
water. Gordon jumped in the water
and got it. We brought iHiotne and
mother cooked it. After we had
eaten it I went to bed as I was very
tired. My letter is getting lone.
Hoping Mr. Wastepaper basket isn t
home, I will close. Your friend,
CLARA PANKEK.
Mother's Incubator.
Jfael Turpin, As . Corjia, toafc.
We have set our incubator the
first time. I turn the eggs at night.
Now it has hatched and we got 83
chickens. My mother incubator
he Ids 140 eggs. We have set it
again. sWe have the Plymouth
Rock chickens.
j are rathf-ed un " ''at a iov jt is f j
f avr oe t,r,v' U'p wh-re !- rii"''f j
I 1'nvP d'-'t ;f it had not been for tM
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The Latest from
Supposyville
When the temperature is sliding
Upward in Supposyville,
And Mr. Sun is turning roads-
And highways to a grill;
When affairs of state are worrisome
And spirits rather low,
The king and Solomon T. Wis
Know just the place to go.
In costumes rather sketchy
And with faces all agrin.
They hasten to the swimming hole
And gayly tumble ia.
And there they dive and swim and
sport
Asjjay as any boys
With most as many splashes, .
And a large amount of noise.
"The only way to keep real cool,"
The king says, blowing bubbles
Under water; "and the only way
To drown your cares and trou
xbles." Says Solomon Tremendous Wise,
And takes a back dive neatly
To come up smiling, "Only way
To banish care completely!"
I think they're absolutely right,
But iL I dived like that
I'd drown more than troubles.
Pshaw! I'd drown myself that's
flat!
While Solomon's built for a diver
Not so his royal highness.
He has a floating figure and
He floats with ease and finessel
Oh, wouldn't it be nic if we
t ould hie to soe big pool
And drown examination cares,
.And worries after school?
Kansas Citv Star.
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