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A Lost Opportunity, s
By Bertha Croiter, Ag IS; Genoa, Neb.
The McNish family had recently
purchased a 12-cylinder Packard,
and Cyrus was so delighted that he
bounced up and down as though he
were made of rubber. The next
morning at the early hour . of 6
o'clock, Mrs. McNish stepped in
side of Cyrus's room and called,
"Get up, Cyrus, hurry now." "Gee
whiz, what 'ya want me up so
early for? I ain't had half enough
sleep yet," and he turned over and
resumed his sleeping. Wise Mrs.
McNish walked out of his room and
said to her husband, "I guess he
doesn't want to go." Half an hour
later Cyrus awoke.
"Seem to me this house is dread
fully still," were his first words.
"Ohi the carl I must go see it be
fore breakfast." He jumped out of
bed, put on his clothes, not too
carefully, and hurried to the garage.
But alas I no shining object greeted
his eyes.
He felt tears coming to his eyes,
but he said to himself, "now bawl
you big baby. You know it's all your
fault. You know mother told you
tiny were going to Uncle Ben's this
morning to show them the car; now
stop!"
When his folks came home he
said, "I am going to make an effort
to get up before 6 after this."
The New Bee.
By Auralla Tillman, Age S, Hopper, Neb.
This is my first letter to you. I am
always anxious to get the Omaha
Bee and read the letters and the
stories. I am nine years old and in
the sixth grade in school. Miss
Lucile Copper was my teacher this
year but I do not know who will be
my teacher next year. I expect io
spend my vacation on the ranch. I
like to go to school. I wo. id like to
have some of the Busy Bees . .ite
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Bab tnd the Snake.
By Llbbl A. Btravtck. Age 11, Hon
Bluff, Neb.
Once upon a time a small baby
was playing out of doors. She was
only 1 year and 2 months old. She
was sitting on the grass in the side
of the yard. Presently she looked
down and in front of her was a large
rattlesnake. She could hear.it hiss.
She cried so hard it brought her
mother, who killed the snake.
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First Letter.
Bernadlne Trederlckeon, Acre t, Harlan, la.
Dear Busy Bees: This is my first
letter to the Busy Bee page. I read
your letters every week. I am 8 years
old. Our school has closed for vaca
tion. I will go into the fourth grade
next year. My teacher will be Miss
Tipton. I am helping my mamma
take care of my little sister, Irene.
She is 10 months old, I have a lit
tle brother, Gaillard. There was a
basket dinner at noon, and a speak
in program at 2:30, free dinner at
6:30. I have an uncle over in France
anJ I wish he could have been here.
(Honorable Mention.)
A Fourth of July Celebration.
By Corutance Hampe, Burke, g, V.
It was early in the morning on
Independence Day when Harriet
Barnes opened her sleepy eyes and
discovered that it was pouring rain.
She was very much disappointed
for she had hoped the day would be
nice so she could go to a Fourth of
July celebration to be held at a near
by town, but she contented herself
with the thought that it might clear
up.
She dressed and went into her
brother Harry's room to awskin
him. He would not get up. He
said, ''It always rains when I
want to go somewhere and what's
the use of getting up when it s
stormy like this?"
Harriet went down stairs and
helped her mother get breakfast and
when breakfast was ready she went
up stairs and sprinkled a few drops
of water on Harry's face. This
made him angry and he arose and
ate breakfast.
About nooif it ceased raining and
the sun came out nice and bright.
Harriet and Harry went out and
hung "Old Glory" on the porch arid
then got ready to go to the celebra
tion. Their father and mother went
with them.
The program consisted of a Red
Cross show, a lecture by a Red
Cross . nurse, and a program by
a soldier's and sailor's quartette, but
best of all an airplane carried pas
sengers two and three miles from the
town. There was no fireworks
because the United States was at
war, and the money people usually
spent for them was invested in War
Saving stamps.
That evening when Harriet and
Harry got home they both declared
it was the best Fourth of July
they'd ever spent
Hallowe'en Party.
By Rosemary Lyon. Aga. 10, Gothenburg,
Neb.
May and John were two children
that lived on a farm near Farnam.
One day Mrs. Smith (one of their
neighbors) went to town. May and
John went with her. (They got
pumpkins, for Hallowe'en was that
night.)
When they got home they made
jack-o'-lanterns. John made his
grinning. May made her's with his
mouth open.
Soon it was dark. Then they got
their jack-o'-lanterns and took them
outdoors. When they were' going
around the corner somebody's jack-o'-lantern
popped around and some
one said, "Boohl"
May and John dropped their lan
terns and ran.
Their mother laughed when they
told her.
Anyway they we're scared.
A New Member.
By Samuel T. Storm, Age 9, Carson, la.
Dear Busy Bees: I wish to join
your hive. I have two pet rabbits
and one dog. His name is Shep.
He helps me get the cows. I milk one
Heh elps me get the cows. I milk
Our Picture Puzzle
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Trace forty-four and twenty-two.
Complete the picture by drawing a line through the dots beginning
a Figure 1 and taking them numerically.
Jokes
Ought to Be Pleased.
"That parrot you sold -my wife
doesn't talk." said the little man in
the bird store.
"No, sir, I expect not," came from
the bird dealer.
"My wife doesn't like it, and my
children don't like it."
"But how about you. sir?
"What do you mean?"
"I thought perhaps you'd like
something in your home that didn't
talk back, sir."-Yonkers States
man. '
Bow Wow!
By LT. WILLIAM R. DODD, V. S. A.
One of our future presidents had
just blown into camp with the draft
and was showing the Sweet Young
Thing over the cantonment.
"What are all those small tents
over there?" she murmured.
"They're pup tents,"- he ex
plained. "Oh, isn't it kind of the govern
ment to provide such nice quarters
for our poor dumb beasts?"
. Returning Good for Evil. '
"Cholly tried to kiss me, upset the
canoe, fell out, ruined his new suit
and was nearly drowned. He's iu
the hospital now."
''Well?"
AWhat should I do?"
"I think you should go around and
give him that kiss." Kansas City
Journal.
Sea-Goin' Skipper Captain, how
does it happen that of all the men
on board, the only ones who aren't
seasick are those in your outfit?
"Metropolitan" Captain The only
way I can explain that, sir, is that
most of my men are New Yorkers
and got their first taste of the rough
life in the subwaysl ,
Fresh from France. -
Two soldiers kissed each other
when they met at the Union station.
Leavenworth Times.
Private (just demobbed) Under
stand, I take back every bloomin'
salute I'.ve ever given you. Blighty
(London).
The Irreducible Minimum.
By Sergt. Rud Rennle, U. 8. A.
- Pvt. Hale (coming from mess)
You ought to see all the cake that
was thrown away tonight.
Pvt. Hearty G'wan, that was a
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Grabbed.
"Did mother accept you the first
time you proposed to her, daddy?"
"The very first time," replied
dad. "I never had a second chance
for my life." Detroit Free Press.
Explained.
"When does a luxury become a
necessity?"
. "Immediately after one strikes up
an acquaintance with it."
one cow and papa milks one. I am
goin to town" school this fall. I am
in the fourth grade. Well as my
letter is getting long I will close.
The Five Dollars.
By Mary Ellen Barrett, Age IS. 43H
North Twenty-ninth Street, umaha. Neb.
When Henry Burnes was - four
years old his father bought a planta
tion in Florida and went there to
live.
- Henry and his mother did not go
with him, they went to pay a visit to
Grandpa Hoff's first, for Mrs. Burnes
did not know when she would see
her parents again.
Henry was a pretty boy and his
hair was the prettiest thing. It was
curled in tiny rings about his head.
At last the time came for Mrs.
Burnes and Henry to go to Florida,
grandpa said he must have a photo
graph of Henry to keep.
So one day she dressed Henry up
to take him to the photographer.
But company came, she went into
the parlor, leaving Henry playing
with the dominos.
When she came back he wis not
to be seen. She called him but he
did not answer. She was just going
out of the room when he came out
from under the bed.
He had a pair of scissors in his
hand and he had clipped his hair in
little bare spots all over his head.
His mother said, "You can't have
your picture taken you look too
bad." Grandpa said, "I would have
given you $5 rather than hae you
that." That's ho.w he lost five
dollars.
My Pir'st Letter.
By Martha Hadley, Age . Trumbull, Neb.
I read your stories every . week
and I would like to be a Busy Bee.
I will write you a story. Once there
was a little boy, he had a Teddy
bear and played soldier with the
bear. One night he couldn't find
him but later found him on the
ground. It rained that night and the
toy was spoiled. . '
The Happy Birthday,
By Martha Tlmnnrman, aged It, South
. Side.
Dear Busy ' iJeest This is the
first time I have written and hope
I will see my letter in your column.
I will tell you a story about a poor
family.
Once upon a time there was a
mother who had six children, the
oldest one being 12 years old Of
course she did almost all the work
because her mother went out wash
ing for a living. They had a
neighbor who was an old lady. Thi,
old lady thought very much of these
people. One day Sarah, (the old
est girl's name.) said to her sisters:
Why not bake a cake on mama's
birthday. She never did have one.
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Ivy Teruko is the Oriental-Occidental Bee who waits at her home
in Fairbury, Neb., every Sunday for the Busy Bee page. She is nearly
3 years old and is the the Japanese-American daughter of Mr. and Mrs.
Thomas S. Osanai.
and we could get a receipt from
Grandma Jones? "Oh, lets," cried
all the , children, "that will be
grand." So the next day Sarah
gu the cake receipt trom orundma
Jones. When she got there she
read it first to see if she had every
thing. She did. so sne started
home. When the next day rame
Sarah baked the cake. She warned
the children to be sure not 13 tell
and they never. The next morning
sarah got up real early, put the
charming frosted cake on the table
and crept back into bed. When her
mother got up and saw the Cake
she clapped her hands for joy. So
all the children got up and the
poor family ate the cake in happi
ness. The mother thanke her
daughter very much.
First Letter.
By Inez Llndqulst, aged 10, Scrlbner, Neb
Dear Busy Bees: This is my first
letter to you. I think your page is
very interesting. I go to school
and I am in the sixth grade. My
teacher is Elsie Weiland; I like her
very much. I have one brother,
Ernest,' who is 14 years old and is
in the ninth grade.'
' A Naughty Girl.
By Nora Heug, Age 13, Dunbar, Neb.
Dear Busy Bees: May I join your
happy hive. I like the children's
page very much. I will write a story
about a naughty girL . Ella was a
naughty girl She always disobeyed
her mother. One day she asked her
mother if her brother and hei could
go down to the river and play. Her
mother said no, but Ella said she
was going anyway. She went out
of the house and told her brother,
Edward, to come along. He asked
her were she was going and she said
down to the river. They played a
while by the bank, when Ella spied
a boat staked on. "Oh. Edward,"
6he crierj. "let's go sailing." "Won't
that be fine," said Edward. They
both scrambled into the boat and
Ella untied it Out into the river
the boat went All at once they
heard it thunder; it grew louder and
louder and was coming up fast The
sky was very dark. It soon started
to rain. They both began to cry and
Ella wished she would have obeyed
her mother. When it started to rain
their mother grew worried about
them. She ran out in the field and
told their father. He came home
and they hunted all over, calling
their names. It was raining harder
now. Their mother saw a boat in
the water. There were two children
in it. Her husband said it must be
them and soon reached their boat.
He tied their boat on his and they
goon reached home. Their mother
soon got them dry clothes and Ella
promised never to disobey . her
mother again.
Grandmother.
By Frances Kubat, Age 13, (003 South
Nineteenth Street.
Her grandchildren playing under
the old elm tree; grandmother looks
up once in a while and seems happy
as she can be. Once in a while hum
ming her favorite song that she
learned years ago; the song her
mother had taught her, it seems just
a few years or so. Grandmother's
face is wrinkled and Sier hair is
white; she is growing old and feeble,
but feels happy and bright. She sits
near the window, looks up at the
children for their sake, and makes
such beautiful lace that you
wouldn't think such feeble hands
could make. The. years have gone
Moonbeam Comes to Earth
And Is Frightened At
the Darkness
Hoonbeam Has Two Brothers, "Ray" and "Shine," and
Mother and Father in the Sky Give Light to
the Earth at Night.
By MARGARET M'SHANE.
(Seoead Story f the Night.)
T ITTLE MOONBEAM lid not
I j hear the call of the night
- blooming Cereus, and so she
railed out again as loud as she
could: . -
"Dear Moonbeam, do come to
earth and let me tell you all about
the things of the Night."
But the Moonbeam heard her not.
She was so far away and she did not
dream that anyone of earth could
speak to her from her great height,
and she was so happ) and so light
hearted, and her only thought was,
hopping from treetop to treetop.
She had just come up over the
horizon with her mother, the Moon
and her two little brothers. Shine
and Ray, and she had no notion of
straying away as she rose slowly up
over the soft clouds.
Higher and higher they climbed
into the realm of the twinkling
stars, and, wrapped up in the soft,
misty clouds about her, little Moon
beam felt very much secure, even
though the nigh . was awfully dark
and silent
She peered through her soft,
fleecy enclosure for quite some time,
reflecting on the ways of the clouds
about her.
They seem so happy and green,
d.wn th.re on Earth, she mused. -
I wonder what Earth does on such
dark and gloomy nights, and who it
is that makes the treetops sway;
and who lights the woods with
sparks of fire. I should so like to
go and see for myself who does all
these things on Earth.
And sj she looked back closely
at her mother, the Moon. She was
asleep and half hidden behind a
fleecy cloud. Her brothers, Ray
and Shine, were with her U this
secluded retreat. So no one saw
little Moonbeam stray to earth on
the bubbles of the night mist, and
reach iu safety the glorious greens
of the treetops. Oh, how happy
she was to ba there!
She danced from treetop o tree
top ran up and down the branches
a; ' played hide-and-seek under the
leaves of the low-hanging limbs.
The treetops swang her Lack and
forth in their hammocks, and thus
she played with her . newly-made
friends and told them all about her
comin" to earth.
And the Night listened too, for he
was just as interested as the tree
tops in this exquisite little visitor
from the sky.
Just how was she to get dow n on
earth, she thought, so she could see
the sweet smelting things that were
sending such quantities of perfume
to her from where they lay.
And the Night told her how. "Just
fasten yourself securely to the heavy
bark of the tree," he said, "and slide
quickly down in the deep ridges and
in no time you wilt find yourself on
the soft green grasses that clothe
the earth.
And so the Moonbeam did as the
Night told her, and she had so much
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tree's bark, that she felt like turn
ing back and doing it all over again,
but she could not do this, for the
hour of the night were going fast
and she . had so much to see, in
such a little while.
She skipped hurriedly over the
soft earth in and out among the
glasses. Softly she glided to the
pool and startled the frogs, who
were dozing in the soft mud on the
pool's brink. They awakened with
surprise and looked up at her blink
ing their eyes wildly, as she peered
into their faces blinding them with
her light. From the pool she wan
dered through the Garden in search
of the fragrant perfume the flowers
were pouring through the night
She wandered on and on. but with
each step she seemed to get farther
away from the fragrant flower's bed;
when suddenly a dark close-wood
surrounded her. "
' She looked up, but all was total
darkness save for her own faint
gleam. She heard weird noises of
cieeping things beneath her, but she
could not see who or where they
wne.
Poor little Moonbeam grew faint
with fear, and was just about to rail
out to Mother Moon to send older
brother Shine for her, when a passing-
group of Fire Flies sailing by
the entrance of the wood nude vis
ible, to her, the way out
She smiled at her fears and s
a little ashamed, but she was so
glad to get out of the dense dark
wood, that she almost cried w.'th
joy.
The question now was, how
would she ever get back? The tree
tops were too far away to help her.
and she never could climb up the
ridges of the tree's bark it was
lovely coming down, but going up
was quite a different thing.
Cereus looking on was 'quite
amused and quietly whispered
through the Night to the little
stranger.
"Do not fear, dear Moonbeam, I
will show you the way home, but
first you must let me introduce you
fun coining down the ridges of the I to the beautiful things of the Night
by and grandmother has passed
away, but we have some things to
remind us of her to this day. The
beautiful bits of lace and all those
things; all of them fresh memories
bring. -
- My First Letter.
Denton, Filey. Age 10, Laurence, Neb.
Dear Busy Bees: This is my first
letter and 1 am in the fifth grade at
school and am 10 years old. I think
I will tell a story we have not heard
yet. One day when Mr. Brown
was walking along, he saw a boy
going fishing. He thought him to
be about S years of age and he said.
"Come here little boy," and the boy
came to him. Then the boy said:
"What do you want?". The man
then asked him his name. "Henry
Eggbiffer," he said. Then the man
said, "Where do you live? Do you
live far from here?" The boy an
swered, "no." Then the man said:
"Come on then, lets go to the har
bor," so they hurried an. When
the boy and Mr. Brown got there
they put in the boys hook and sat
there. After a while the bobber went
under and they pulled the fish line.
When they got the hook to tha top
it was a star fish.
A Nice Letter.
By Estella Hlner, Age 11. Aurora, Neb. -
Dear Busy Bees:
This is my first letter I
have written to you and I wish to
join your happy circle. I am 11
years old and am in the sixth grade
at school. I have two brothers and
four sisters. I read the Busy Bees'
page and think they are nice We
have a tow and two pigs and some
chickens. I wish some of the Busy
Bees would write to me. I will
close, as ever. Goodbye Busy Bees.
Something to Sum Up.
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