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Stories by Our Little Folks
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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
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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
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Elsie's Hallowe'en
By Helen E,
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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.
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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.
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the animal shown here so as to form
the name df a well-known American
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