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'V i padal Page lor T he ' Bfee's Bmj Little Emej-Wskm I 1 I I II I I I I II' . .1 1 l I lit taut Ok r....v.- , ,1 Three Rothert Brothers Home From California Stories by Our Little Folks (Prize.) Harry's Dream. By Florence Wlnkelmnnn, Age 13, Rising , City. Neb. A crowd of school children were on their way from school one night after school. Their teacher had given them a talk on "How to Save Food," that afternoon. One boy named Harry threw away a piece of bread. "You must not do that,' cried the children. "It will help some poor children from starving," said one little girl. "Oh I don't care," he replied! That night he dreamed he was a Belgian child and was starv ing. An American soldier came along and gave him a piece of bread, just as he was going to thank him, the' soldier faded away and Harry found himself lying on the floor be side his bed. He got up and dressed himself. After Jiis work was done he went to school and told the chil dren how sorry he was. After this he never threw any food away again. (Honorable Mention.) A New Bee. By Rose O'Neill. Age , Omaha. Dear Busy Bees: I wish to join your bee hive. This is my first let ter. I read your page every Sun day. I like the funny paper very much, especially Mr. and Mrs. .Jiggs. I am in the Fourth grade at school, I am 9 years old. t go to school every day. I have $5 in thrift stamps. I will close hoping to see my letter in print. A New Busy Bee. Vera Blrdsall, Aired , Mandamln, I. Dear Busy Bees: This is my first letter to the Busy Bees. I am 9 years old and in the fourth grade. My teacher's name is Miss Goodrich. She is very good and I like her very much. I have one sister and her. name fs Violet. We live on the farm and ride to school in a school hack. I have two pets, one doc and one cat. My cat is black and I call it Ribbons. My dog is yellow and white. I have a little black mule. I hope to see my letter in print. I would like very much to be a Busy Bee. The Snail's Door. v Dy Dorothy Skinner, Lodgepole, Nebr, "How funny" said a slug to him self. "I'm sure this is Tommy snail's house, and yet it is all closed up, and I can't see any sign of him." "Can't you"? said a voice, and turning around the slug saw a mouse watching him. "Where , is Tommy Snail"? he asked. "Inside the shell," answered the mouse. "Inside the shell"? said the .slug, "then why doesn't he come out"? ; Ah, Tommy Snail is very wise and clever, he likes the. wet wether, you know and so, when it is very dry, he just seals himself tip in his house and waits until it comes, and itSvon't be loner now." As the mouse moved away, the gentle' rain began to patter, patter and soon the slug and the snail were in a tiny pool. After a time the snail began to move a little, and lo, a crack appeared in the doorway. Splash! Splash! The rain bounced up and knocked at the snail's house He pushed open the door and put out a sleepy head. x "Hello" shouted the slug. "Hello, Tommy wake up" here's the rain again." : "Yes" said the snail, creeping out, and letting the drops splash all over him. "I'm glad it's come, friend slug, it's very pleasant to feel. Shall we have a talk to gether"? And the slug and the snail moved off side by side through the pretty shining puddles. The Disobedient Boys. Myrtle Cattorlln, Aged 13. Silver City, la. JJobby and Gertie live on a farm. Their grandma said they might go trt the home coming for heroes. The morning of the home coming they flew around and got their work done up and started early. After they got there they saw Ben Tones going around with a cannon, (with real powder). As soon as grandma saw him she told Bobbie not to go near. Bobby soon found Buddy Smith, his best friend. As everyone went to see, the parade Ben followed, but left his Cannon, under a bench. Buddy soon. spied It and told Bobby if he would go with him he would shoot it. Bobby said yes (for he had forgotten what grandma had told him). Bobby and Buddy soon, got the cannon. They loaded it and pulled the string, but before they could pet far enough away it went off. -Their faces and hands were burned badly. Both boys and Gertie had to go home with grandma before they saw all of the, parade and miss this day the day' they had waited so long for. So after all it does not pay to disobey. A Brave Fireman. By Adeline Oelscliluegtsr, Age J J. Wet Point, Neb. A little girl and her mother stay ing in a hotel, which was 14 stories high, one night were awakened by not being able to breathe well. -As they awoke they found that smoke was coming' into their room and that the building was on fire. The mother did not know what to do, but the little girl was ready. She put on her coat and slippers and went from hall to hall and gave the alarm. Later when the people were all out the mother happened to think that she had left her canary, which was so much to her, in her room. When the little girl heard this she ran right into the burning hotel to her mother's room. , When the firemen saw her they quickly put up' ladders and one man who. was very brave climbed up to the window of the ladies' room. There he found her and the canary he put them under his arm and start ed down. When he was about half way down the building collapsed But he was not afraid, he acted at once. He grasped tighter to the Our Picture Puzzle m it . 15 '8 ; K4 .4 . So 27 40 .MSl SO Bi 4 41 4143 2fc so f, s? . U v n 7 Sfgf 64 Waldo JLopace Three happy brothers are Harle, gether with their bicycles and tops. Waldo and Lorace Rothert for they The boys, have spent many pleas have such good times playing to- ant months in California, where they could swim in the ocean and spend long hours buildings castles in the sand. Thv were glad to return to their little friends in Oma ha, however, and answer "present" when the school bell rang. girl and jumped. They landed with a few bruises, scratches, and being unconscious. Later, when the fire man awoke on his breast was pin ned a medal for his bravery. . We had to write an original story in school and this is the one I wrote. Saving a Nation. By Luclle Bauer, Age IS, Atwood, Kan. "I am glad I don't have to Hoover ize now, since the war is over," said Gladys, leaving the pie crust in her plate after having eaten the filling, o "Well f that's just when you will have to' Hooverize, and besides," continued her mother. "I shan't fet you waste that lovely pie crust." "I don't see "why we have to save. All 1 hear now is, 'save this' and 'save that,'" pouted Gladys. "Finish that crust," said her mother, "and I will tell you why." After a short silence Gladys said, "I have finished mother." "I believe," began the mother, "you'd understand better if I told it in a story form." This is the story: At the begining of the war the Turks wished to exterminate the Armenian race, the Armenians being Christians, The Turks marched into the land burned homes, mur dered countless thousands and made captives of the rest. No one was spared. The captives ' were joined together and forced to march with bare feet . over the . burning sands of the desert, when in the center they were left to die of thirst and hunger. But after all this, there still survives some men and women and many orphan babies, the future generation and the hope of Armenia. " ftut these babies cannot live with out food. It is true you couldn't give the pie crust to them, but the waste incurred in throwing it away and then another would buy cool refreshing milk to feed those starving babies." "Oh! mother," said Gladys, with tears in her eyes, "you need not finish it but let me, by saving." "For saving food we will save a nation." A Nice Letter. By Gilbert Schweaer, Aged 11. David City, Neb. I am writing you a letter to put in your paper. I am 7 years old and in the Fourth grade at school. My. birthday comes on November 25. My sister Lenore is 6 years old. She is in the Second grade. Her birthday Is on March 7. I have been taking piano lessons for two years. Have played at sev eral recitals and other entertain ments. ' ' . w Last week I played a piano solo at the church when mama .enter tained the ladies' society. ., .'. My sister , Lenor sang two little songs and T played the accompani ments. She has a pretty good ear, for she can play some of my pieices by ear. And she can tell any key we strike on the piano almost the full length of the keyboard without seeing it. We are. to play and sing for childrens day. ' Sister just started to take lessons this spring. I like the stories in your paper. Sis ter always draws the puzzles. Little Moonbeam Meets Cereus and Learns of Night Life There Is Nothing to Fear at Night and the Bugs and Owls and Fairies and Elves Are Out for a Good Time With Each Other and Moonbeams. and Lotty is tidying up," replied her mother. v - "So he is," murmured Elsie softly. Half an hour passed and with it a great and wonderful surprise. For the doors of the dmlng-room flew open, and "seated around the large decorated table where 10 . little friends of Elsie's. This was too much for Elsie. She buried her face in her hands and sobbed. But they were tears of joy. . "O, mother!" she cried, "I knew you would not forget nicP An Orphan Girl. I ,,,, - Trace from one to 82 And a . runs for you. Elsie's Hallowe'en By Helen E, 12. Fre- - . . . i c " . .. . . . v. : . ' fi f .Mrtnlifn f-h titnt hu IrdtiMrirr a nil t hrnttrrh ma I t- hAftmniti ir v Z ..ff i at Figu e 1 and taking them 'numerically. " ' j Ahlemeier.' Aged mont Neb. It was 7 o'clock. Josephine, Mae, George and Jack were getting ready for their Hallowe'en calls. But little Elsie was Vq. $t had just recovered from an attack of pneumonia, and her mother had thought it best for Etsie to stay at home. After the children were gone, By MAROARKT McMIANE. (Third Story of the Night.) The Moonbeam turned quickly at the words of Cereus. The voice was so kind and gentle, that she heaved a deep sigh of relief. She did not know who the speaker was, but when she turned and looked up, she saw the most beautiful flower, she had ever seen in her whole life, gazing down at her with eyes so very gentle and so kind. . All her loneliness and fear left hef immediately, as she looked into the kind face of the flower; and the de sire to return to Mother Moon van ished likewise with her fear. "How I should love to stay" she said softly to herself. 'For full two minutes, she hesitated between going back to her home in the Moon, or accepting the invita of Cereus to spend the night on earth. "But I do so want to stay she cried softly. I am sure Mother and Father Moon would not mind. And how I would like to know and speak with the things of the earth s night. And when I knew them all well I can bring Brothers, Ray and Shine with me next time, and let them also know these beautitul things of the Nhfht. . And so the Moonbeam accepted the invitation of Cereus to stay with her and meet all of the wonderful things, that fly about, and live, and sing, and dance, during the' glorious hours when darkness covers all the earth. She jumped and nestled closely beside her new-made friend in the soft green foliage. "Were you really afraid in the dark woods, Moonbeam?" Cereus Whispered to her little visitor. "I watched you as you came down the tree's bark to earth, and I saw you playing with the tall grasses, and the Frogs, and I hoped you would come over to see me: V But the nest- thing I knew, you were almost out of sight, and then I saw you groping in the woods, I knew you were lost, and frightened." "I was afraid, because I did not know the way out," Cereus. "Then the Fire Flies passed with their lan terns lit very brightly, and I could easily see the way" "You should have asked the Beet les or Chip-Munks to take you out. They know all the paths of the woods as well by night, as they do by day, and you should have just jumped on their backs and told them you were. lost, and they would gladly have carried you any place you wished to go." "Well I never thought of that How easy it would have been." the Moonbeam replied hurriedly. ' "You love the Night just as much as we do, do you not Cereus? And" it is your hour, too, as well as ours the Moonbeam whispered to her friend. "Oh, yes, I have always loved the Night. It is so beautiful and so good I cannot help but love it. It is kind to the flowers, and the birds, and the trees, and if it were not for the Night, the poor blind bats and Owls, that fly about, could not see at all. The Night opens their eyes, and lets them see the pretty things of the earth, as Well as hear them. And it is very good to the children of earth. It makes them sleep and brings them lovely dreams. Many of these little boys and girls do not like the night. They are afraid of it, and they think it is something bad and fearful. Isn't this too bad. Moonbeam, when it is so beautiful, and should never make anybody fcfraid." . Tick, tick, tick, came sounds from the woods near by, and the ticking was followed by the soft ringing of dainty Harebell. . "What is that Cereus?" the Moon beam exclaimed, as she drew closer to the side of Cereus. "Oh, that is the elve giving the call for the Fairies. "I am glad it has come. I did not think, however, it was go late "But.who are the Fairies and what are they being called for?" the Moonbeam said excitedly. "They are the wonderful little fellows people of the earth and they have a most fascinating history. I cannot tell you their story, now, .'or in a minute more they will be upon us." By Helga Links, Age 13. txnleon, la. Dear Busy Bee: This is my first letter." I am going to write about a poor litle orphan girl. The little girl was 7 years old when this last war broke out in Europe. She lived in Belgium and her name was Rose Birlson.' The Huns drove many of the Belgian people out of the coun try and killed some. Rose had her father and mother, but her father had gone to defend his country. Rose and her mother were very poor. When they were driven away they marched for many days with out food and clothing. At last Rose's mother died when they en tered a small town where the people all got food. They marched on till they came to France, where they rested many days and some made their home there. Rose was taken good care of and now that the war is over she has been taken to Amer ica and been adopted by a kind family. Afterwards came the report that her father had been killed in a hard battle. By Elsie sat quietly watching the spectral flames, as they glowed against the bricks of the fireplace. '-'0,-Jiow I wish I could go, too!" Mrs,, Peterson, getting up from her work, bestowed upon Elsie such a kiss that the little sigh was for gotten. Five minutes elapsed. "Mother, will you please move my chair to the window, maybe I can see the children when they pass by?" Elsie asked her mother. "Certainly dear," replied her mother, Elsie was moved to the window, and patiently she watched. "What is that noise in the diring room?" "Why you know Uncle Charles is coming to . see you tomorrow. Little Fi Fi. Tlielma. RumoII. Age. 10. 20a North iweiuy-si'cona street. I am a little French dog and my name is Fi Fi. I was born in France end some German soldiers got me and took me to Germany, where my master bought, me from a German woman. My master was an Amer ican soldier in the Army of Occupa tion, and when he came back to the United States he brought me with hiin, and I slept on his r.rm every night in the big ship as we came across the ocean. I think lots of my master. One of my tricks is to try to catch my tail . when my master pulls it a little. I go round and round in a circle but cannot catch my tail. I have two little babies, now three weeks old, of which I am very proud. ims is a true story, me dog s master is my Uncle George. First Letter. Dear Busy, Bees: This is the first time I have ever written to the Busy Bees. I am sending you a story. One time my father bought my brother a little dog and it was a rat terrior. He always held it by the tail. He said it was a handle. One day we went out and we left home. When we came back we could not see him. We looked all over but could not find him; he was lost. This is a true story. I My Pet Cat. Br Aleene Scott, Age 10. Kling City. Neb. I enjoy reading your page every Sunday. I am going to tell you a story about niy cat. His name is ; Kit-Cat-Kit; he begs for milk. Every morning when" he hears 'mamma come downstairs he is at the door begging to get in. Then he will beg until she gives him milk. He tries to kiss her. He has a chair and he does not like anybody to sit on it. He mews at them. He will fight with us, and he likes ice cream. I must close. Write to me, Busy Bees. A Baby Elephant Is Taugnt ' Manners In a recent exchange it is stated that the elephants are amazingly like a human being in the way they discipline their young. In proof, it tells an amusing incident seen by a French traveler in an extensive lumber yard in Burma. While the adult elephants were faithfully at work, the youngsters played about the yard. The ele phant that attracted the traveler's particular attention was hauling, in her chain harness, huge tree trunks from the bank of the river. She had a heavy load, a fact that her off spring did not realize. Bent on playing a prank, he wound his little trunk about one of the -hain traces and pulled back with all : 'rength. Conscious of the suddenly in creased weight, the mother stopped and looked around. She saw the youngsters back there and shook her head solemnly, but paying no further heed to his teasing, bent again to her work. Meanwhile, . however, the little rascal with his mischevous trunk had loosened the ring that fastened the traces to the load. While the mother was straining to set the burden in motion again, her rascally son pulled with all his might against her, and pulled so sturdily that she was quite unaware that she had been disconnected from her load. Then, suddenly, the youngster let go. Naturally eno; gh the mother was thrown to her knees, and her driver hurled in a wide circle from her back. The culprit sought a huge wood pile that seemed to offer him at least a temporary protection. His mother however, was soon In pur suit, and he had to flee. Round and round the woodpile he dodged, but his. mother with her iron harness clanging noisily behind her, kept close at his heels. ' Although the little one's greater fcgility gained some space for him at the corners, his mother eventu ally overtook him. The first, blow of her trunk drew from him a bawl of pain. At the second lie sank, quite humbled, to his knees, and then he endured without a murmur, although with many tears, a sound thrashing. Finally the mother let him uo. With tears still streaming ?nd with drooping trurV -e too'- his disconsolate way out of the yard. The little fellow had won the com plete sympathy of the observer. Consequently he was overjoyed to witness during the noon hour a touching reconciliation. The mother did all she could to comfort the pen itent little sinner. She caressed him with her trunk, cuddled him up against her, and looked at him as if to say "You have a mother who loves you." Our Dumb Animals. Cock - a - Doodle - Do DAVID CORY. C'ock-a-doodle do, The Mare has lost her shoe. And Mr.. Pig ha bought a wig As all the ladies do. She says "I'm now in style,!" With a piggy-wiggy smile, While all the Barnyard Folk Consider her a joke. Rut never, never mind Mrs. Pig. if they're U'ikind; If you wish why shouldn't you Wear a wig of purple hue? Mrs. Hen will wear a comb Wherever she may roam; Tho' it's funny, I declare. When she hasn't any hair! And the horse will answer neigh When you offer him some hay I Now. it doesn't seem so queer You should want a wig, my dear. Looks to me as tho' the joke Was on the Barnyard Folk! - Exchange. SUBSTITUTION PUZZLE. 0 V - - Change one letter in tiie name of the animal shown here so as to form the name df a well-known American statesman. i ! 4 ft I 1 i 1 I 5 4 i