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Stories by Our Little Folks
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A New Bee.
By Oricd M. Luwls. Aged 12. Dexter, Ore.
Dear Busy Bees:
I do not know if you will accept
this or not, as I live so far away,
but 1 hope you will.
My mother used to live in Omaha,
N'eb., and her father was clerk in
one of the offices there.
This is the way I happened to
find out about you: Mother has a
cousin frr Kearney, Neb., and she
sends us the funny papers and I al
waysread the little stories of the
Busy-Bees, and enjoy them very
much. And I hope I will receive
some letters from the Busy Bees,
I will sure answer them, as I like
to write.
T had the Spanish influenza about
Christmas. I was in bed about three
(weeks.
- I like to read the tunnies and
would like to take, the Omaha Bee,
btft I suppose I am too far away.
By
(Honorable Mention.)
The Starving People.
Pearl While, Age 13, 141 Brown,
Omaha Neb.
One day as Tom was going out
hunting all of a sudden he heard
a small, faint call. He said to him
self,'"I think that sounds like a coy
ote, I will go help it."
Off Tom started." When he
reached the place there lay a small
coyote caught in a trap.
Tom loosened the trap, threw it
aside. The little coyote looked up
at Tom as if to say, "I thank you,
my kind little boy." -
Tom picked up the pet that he had
round, took it home and gave it
some meat.
One day seven years later, a fam
ine came and the people were starv
ing to, death. 'Tom and the coyote
went to get food to save the peo
ple. '.
That day the coyote killed two
bears and three, goats. They started
for home, reaching it just in time to
save the people. Two years passed
over and the famine wa ended. The
people praised Tom and the coyote
coyote lived happily ever after.
fore the tire, when the door opened
and Mrs. Woodland stood in the
doorway. "Oh, Mummy;" cried the
children.
"Bob," said Mrs. Woodland grave
ly, "I am afraid you will have to go
out and work. You know we were
never rich, and now it is very bad."
"Oh, Mummy, of course I 'will.
Am not I the man of the house:
Where shall I go?" cried Bob, eag
erh'. "That what I do not know,"
replied his mother, sadly.
That night, as Peggy was going
to bed. slle heard a sob in her moth
er's room. She stopped before the
door and heard her "mummy" say:
"Oh, if we only hTid money.
The next morning old Mr. Smith
found a little girl standing. in his
doorway.
"Why, Peg Woodlunfi, what arc
you doing here?" he cried.
''Oh, Mr. Smith, please, won't you
give Bobby some work; we need
money so bad," said poor Peggy,
quaking from head to foot.
She'' told her story to, the old nan
and he willingly consented to take
Bob and give him a job for $10 a
week, and to let Mrs. Woodland do
his washing. And now they live
happily in the "little brown house."
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A New Bee.
Eva Giles. Age 12, Hartingtori
Dear Busy Beeg:
This is the fiR-l t I have wriU
ten to your haiSrf bee hive. S
will tell you about our rabbit.
One time when papa was1 mowing
the clover, he ran over a nest of rab
bits and cut one of their legs oil.
My brothers were with him and
,they, brought the rabbit home and
we put it in an oatmeal box.
We had to go to school the next
day,, so we got up real early. We
Where Go the Boats.
Cathcrin8 Hnlllday, Age 13 Tears, 812 Main
Street, McC'ook. Neb. j
Dear Busy Bees: I think I will
write to you a story about where go
the boats.
Dark brown is the riyer, -
Golden is the sand.
It flows along for ever,
With trees oti either hand.
Green leaves a-floating.
Castles of the foam
Boats of mine a-boating '
Where will all come home?
O" goes the river,
..pVad dut past the mill,
Away down the valley,
Away down the hill.
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Away down the river,
A hundred miles or mote.
Other little children
Shall bring my boat ashore.
' My story is getting long so J will
close for this time.
Conquered Through
Love
my wing. 1 flew quickly away to
get my breakfast some place else.
Pretty soon I came .to a big house
whore I saw some crumbs on the
gfound. I flew down and ate them
and then hopped around on the
ground. When I started to fly
away, something held me back. I.
knew right away that 1 was: caught
in a net that was meant for rabbits.
I struggled and squirmed but could
i!ot get out. Just then I saw a boy
come toward the net. I gave one
more big pull and gof out aiyl flew
home, but -my . ankle was ' badly
sprained. After that when I see a
boy coming, my heart goes pit-a-pat,
pit-a-pat.
Hope Mr. Waste Basket is sick.
"There wasn't anything she
wouldn't do-when T got her seven I
years ago. said teamster John B.
Bergh, of a large Boston- concern,
speaking of" the little white mare
that won a cljampion shield in the
Boston work horse parade. "She
would kick, bite and buck without
provocation.
"The very first day I went into
her stall! I brought her sugafr. She
started to be mean, but I talked to
her a lot and led her good. That
day she weighed 830 pounds, and to
day she tips the scale at 1,250, and
has ribbons and medals won in com-
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pemioii wun inner wui n r ji, 71
horses. She can pull over two tons 1 Dear Busy Bees: This I'sluy first
and the longest working day doesn't ; letter. 1 go to school and I am in
tucker her. i the fourth grade. I read the Busy
"After I fed her right and got her j Bee every Sunday. 1 have a broth
011 the gaia, I started her education," er and sister. My brother's name is
Bergh volunteered. v Omer and he is l.i. My sister s j
Got a Match ?
I Xe.st time you light a match, think
; of this:
About 10,000 matches arc scratched
; in this country every second that
passes, and of these y5 per cent art
used by smokers to fire pipe, cigar
or cigarette.
The man whose head for figures
i turned out that information also
I estimates that the time lost by the
I smokers in lighting matches not in
; smoking is .worth $513,024- each
1 eigh,t-hour working day.
He arrives at his estimate in hg
1 uring that it taTJes -15 seconds to
I scratch a match and use the light,
land that 213,75V men whose time is
worth 30 cents an hour are holding
matches at the same time, thus los
ing golden minutes at the rate of
$l,0o8 a minute, or $o4.1J8 an hour.
No one, so far as we can learn,
has figured out how large a percent
age of the match scratchcrs throw
awav the matches while they are
still burning: but it has been esti
mated that a half of the fires, which
cost the I'nited, States $250,000,000
a vear, arc caused by carelessness.
Wood, phosphorus, chlorate ot
potash, rosin, whiting and powdered
Hint are the makings of this little
device. Popular Science Monthly.
Mud Geysers in Cali-
lornia.
Moonbeam and Cere us
Talk About Fairies and
Sleeping Children
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A New Bee.
Miss Opa! Tomi.-r, Aged 9,
Bis Springs,
"She's the kindest, most affection
ate friend I ever had," the man con
tinued, after the horse had been re
warded with several lumps of sugar.
"I've never carried a Yb'P on this '
team; never needed it. Children cajv
play all around her feet and be sair
Daisy has been taught to tell her
age by jawing the correct number
of years, 14. She will rub Bergh's
face and carefully take from between
his teeth a lump of sugar which he
holds for her. Daisy shas been in
six work horse parades and has won
a ribbon every year.
nante-ts Pearl, and she 19-1 5 today.
First Letter. I
Margaret Hansen. Agtj 11, Tliuen, Neb
Dear Busy Bees: This is my first
letter to you. I am going to tell
you of our little neighbor boys on
Easter-morn. I hid my eggs in. se
lected corners and I went over to
their house and got the bovs. I
weni to look for our rabbit atukj took them out t0 find them -'r'hey
could not find him. We hunted
and hunted for him. My little
brother, who was nine months old.
was creeping around on the floor.
He went by the broom, and he was
laughing ancl "screaming so we went
to" see what the matter was, and the
rabbit wss sitting behind the broom.
We took the rabbit up 'by the fence
and when we came home the rabbit
w as still there.
Well, as my letter is getting long,
I will close.
' The Little Brown House.
Mall Allen. Ape. 11.
Mrs. Woodland lived with her
three children at SumfTerville. It
was a small village at the foot of a
mountains, and the little,-' "brown
house" that she lived in was half
Way up the mountain. '
Peggy, the youngest, had golden
hair and blue eyes; she was quiet
and plain, while Margaret, on the
Other hand, was just the opposite
She was dark, noisy and had many
airs. Bob was like Ins sister Peggy,
quiet, solemn and fair.
Mr. Woodland has died one month
before, and the little brown house
was very dismal.
Bob stalked around proudly, for
his father had said that he was the
man of the house, just before he
died,
found all of them, but the little boy
who is 2 years old, wanted them all
he would take them all out of the
largest boy's pocket and put them
in his. -After they got them all
found I took them and divided them
up all even and gave them to them.
They were happy and went home
and told their mother all about it.
A Long Walk. ,
Carlola Davis, Age S, Ord. Neb.
Dear Busy Bees: Once there was
a queen and king who had three
daughters and two sons. One time f veronica l&u
they went, farther "itill just for a
walk. And they picked violets and
sweet peas, and different kind- of
flowers on their way. But soon they
saw It began to grow dark and they
went towards home and told their
mother that they had had a good
time. And it happened they dreamed
at night the same things that had
happened on their journey.
A New Bee.
By t,oulie Urk-k. Aye 13, SroIIk, Ntft
Dear Busy iiees: This is my first
ettcr. to tne cniiuien rage, i , carth(1uaUes in thc viciiiity.-Popii-
On the eastern shore of Salt.m
Sea Ca! a field of mud geysers recently-
came into existence. The
field "spreads over a little more than
two aires. The geysers are various
sized caldrons of hot mud.
Until 15 years ago this sea was a
dry, salt-lnwusted area with a max
imum devation of 265 feet below sea
level. In the yea1904 the' Colorado
river ran over its banks, and the
: water entered into the basin, making
I -i lake of 400 square miles. This in-
flow was .stopped in 190ti, and since
I then tli: Salton sea has been shrink
ing. 'I lie geysers appeared a short
; time ago caused presumaWv by
waste basket. I like to read the let
ters the other busy bees send to the
page.
I am 1J years, old and am in the
eighth grade. I like to go to school.
I have a quarter of a mile to go to
school. I live on the farm four and
a half miles from town. If I see
my letter in print I will write again.
The Happy Farmer Boy.
Melvln Laper. Age 6, Scotia, Neb.
Dear Busy Bees: I am 6 years old
and in the first grade at school. I
have two cats, .their names are
Gyldie and Tommy. My two horses
names are Jess and Maud. Jess is
a blind horse. I ride my horses,
but I could not ride them because
it rained all day.
I am the only boy in our family.
I wish I had a little sister or
brother. I live" six and one-half
mileVfrom town. I took four loards
Iron Pipe Makes a Good
Sprinkler.
Somebody attached to tiie Arroyo
Seco library and playgrounds in Los
Angeles had a bright idea, in order
to sprinkle the rose hedge', and
fines " in the grdunds 'with little
trouble, a -li-inch pipe was perforat
ed at intervals and placed on top of
the fence. The pipe was then given
water connection; and how, when
the- water is turned on, the entire
hedge1 and border of flowers is
spriniled. Another length of per
forated pipe takes care of file-library
terrace. Popular Science Monthly.
Safety First.
Thg'grcatest safety device known
caretut man, says tne sign
A New Bee.
Arthur Hoagland, Ag8 9, North Platte,
Neb.
Dear Busy Bees: This is the first
time I have ever written. Ian. f f mv j 1H-ar the approach to a certain tine
years old and m- the fifth grade at j Mamma has 2SS little chickens i card rack, and to impress the oeed
school W e are having a play down i d 2S of them. We have ! of care on the careless, a railroad
here, it is caded, Spring, Summer, b , u: i that has ma.de a. sner.ia.tv of "satetv
Autumn and Winter. mere are
eight boys and four girls in it. First
the jumping jacks come out and do
tunny tricks, then each girl, resem
bling some season, koes to dancing
andsingiug. While they are doing
this the curtain goes down. In scene
II, a young lady is entertaining a
young man. This man always bows
and every time he bows he falls flat
on tne floor.
For adults we charge 5 cents and
for children 2 cents. I think I wil'
close- now.
,A Nice Lerfer.
oti-a very hot dav they all went for
a long walk and took their dinners.
The boys went one way and the
girls went another way. As the
girls were walking along, they soon
got thirsty and went" to a spring
which was nearby to get a drink.
They got a glass which was in their
lunch basket and got a good cold
drink, but went farther to eat their
lunch. It was a good thing they
went farther, for they met their
brothers who were lost and couldn't
find the way home. So then they
walked together for a long ways un
til they could barely hear the 12
o'clock whistle at town and , then
they sat down together to eat their
lunch. They ate a good dinner, for
tne queen had put up a -good dinner
frow the children were sitting be- j for them. When they got through
THE BIBLE SAYS:
Asa 11. Urainril. W-h.
Dear Busy Bees: I was 11 years"
ol4 the 30th of May. I like to write
letters. I will answer any one who
writes to me. I write to my cou
sins and I write to one Busy Bee
girl. We live two miles from town.
I am in the Fourth grade in. school.
My teacher's name is Miss Lillie
Cabela. My first teacher was' Miss
Agnes C. Starr. She fas a very
good teacher. My sister is in the
Sixth grade. I have 12 chickens,
they are nice and they are lfke balls.
Goodby, Busy Bees . -
Toodle's Vanity.
By Wlln.a MoFarland, aged II, 11)16
Ixithrop St.
Toodles felt very proud, indeed.
He was a gray kitten with a beau
tiful tail, and he had a new rose
pink ribbon bow.
"I'd like the ducks to see me,"
he said. "I won't speak to them,
though, They don't have rose-pink
bows."' And off he trotted to his
favorite playground, the yard, hold
ing his tail very erect.
The ducks were busy making a
mud pie. There were Bill and
Fluffy Waddle, Duckie Broadtoes,
and two of the little Webbers.
Mrs. Sparrow's Troubles.
Fred Draper, Jr., Age 9.
Dear Busy Bees: This is the first
time I have written. I am 9 years
old, and was in the Fourth grade,
but I was promoted to the Fifth
grade, t am going to write a story
about "Mrs. Sparrow's Troubles."
I am back from the south and have
built my nest in an old oak tree. I
have had a lot ot troubles and I
am going to telj you about them.
One day I was in the street picking
up crumbs for my breakfast, when
whizz went a stone right past mv
I head. I flew quickly to my nest
shaking like a leaf,
j Then I went down to finish my
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oreaKiasr. just as i nt, i saw a ooy
coming with a gun and-' he shot at
me iust as f'flew away, and it grazed
16 little geese and three big ones.
Thirst Letter.
By Louise Johnson. Age 9, Omaha.
Dear Busy Bees: I go to Central
Park school. I am in the third B. I
have two brothers- and two sisters.
My brother and I take music les
sons on the piano. 1 like to read
the letters on the Busy Bee page.
This is mv first letter.
New Table of Weights.
By C.eorgt' W. Hanson, U. S. N.
An American gob in England
standing on the pl24t'or,m of a rail
road station stepped on the scales
to weigh himself. The scale was
graduated by stones, a stone being
equal to 14 pounds. He seemed to
have some difficulty in figuring it
out and finally an English gentle
man stepped up and said:
"Can't you tell your weight,
Jack?"
"Sure," replied the gob, "it's about
11 stones, two bricks and a couple
of boards."
first" campaigns has installed the
! sign board turnstile shown above. )
Workmen must pass through the
stile. The time card board where
they get their cards on entering in
the morning is so placed that as a
workman halts to get his card he is
confronted by the turflstile. where
a lioard at the level of his eyes car
ries in three languages the warning
to "be careful." Popular Science
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The Bleeding Heart.
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Hist!
By Pvt. Russell Van Horn, t". S. N.
Major (to soldier that was smok
ing) Say, do you want the Huns to
see that light? Are you a traitor?
Soldier Xot so loud, sir, they
are liable to hear you.
Proof Indisputable.
By MARGARET it). HATS.
"How do ye tell the age of a fowl?"
Of Michael Daw, asked Pat.
"Shure by the teeth," Mike gave
re plj".
"They have no teeth; how's that?"
"Shure, Pat," said Mike, "the age
of a fowl,
By the teeth, is safely known;
I take wan bite the ividence
Is given by me own."
Unpleasant People.
Mrs. Grubley met her bosom
friend" in Big. & Bulkley's.
"How do you like your neigh
bors?" asked the friend. '
"Not a . bit," said Mrs. Grubley,
who was buyipga hat for her little
boy. "You see they don't like child
ren." "How do you know?".
"They hurt Clarence-pet's feel
ings dreadfully. When he throws
stones at their dog or plays the
hose on their windows they look
real crossly at him." Tit-Bits.
Not So Slow.
Employer (to, new boy) You're
the shwt-t youngster we've ever
had. Aren't you quick at anything.
Boy Yes, sir; onbody can get
tired as quick as 1 can. American.
Alio- MJ' BolMlesson. Aire
Kedick Avenue.
Once Psyche held a candle of yel
low, Over Cupid, the God of Love:
All would have been well had not a
drop of tallow.
Fallen from the light above.
But alas! it fell on the sleeping od's
shqulder,
He awoke with a painful crov.
'Then toward Psyche his heart grew
cold and yet colder
Then he flew away to the sky.
I In despair was Psyche, her calling
: was Vain,
! She wept for' an hour.
1 "1 hen went into the garden and fol
lowed a lane.
That was bordered by hearts, or
love's flower. -
They were delicately tinted in light
and dark reds,
With slender long stems of Ki'e,e",
But Psyche saw that day, as she
passed the many beds
Something she'd ne'er before seen.
She stooped to be sure that what
she saw was true, ,
For at the tip of each tiny heart,
Was a drop of blood, whose beauti
ful hue
W'as lighter than the other part.
So the girl's and the flower's hearts
bled together
For Cupid, whose hasjy depart.
Had caused the flowers io bleed
forever.
'v So they've since been known as
"Bleeding Heart."
Strange Tails.
It was Robert's first visit to the
zoo. f
"What do you think of the ani
mals?" inquired little Ben.
'After a critical inspection of the
exhibit the boy replied:
"I think the kangaroo and the ele
phant should change tails."
American Boy.
By MARbARET McSHANE
(Hflh Silorj of III Nlgllt.l
NOW that the Moonbeam
seen and talked to some
1 the beautiful nocturnal beings,
she waited patiently hoping that
Cel'ills would soon speak.
She 'was thrilled and so happy to
be just where she m . "eer,
never, will I go home again," she
thought to herself; for she knew
she had still many more wonderful
things to see and hear about.
By this time every Fairy had gone
on her individual way to the hairy
feast, and the Night once more was
very still. Occasionally a friendly
Owl screeched or houted through
the heavy darkness- he was so hap
py to be alive and to be dn earth
this beautiful night, and he just
could not help but screech out his
happiness toMils companions; but
his screeches startled the little
Moonbeam so that she almost slip
ped off the spreading branch, 'on
which she was resting so comfort
ably. "Oh my goodness, what was that,,"''
she eNclaimi.d looking in the direc
tion of the woods where the screech
came from.
"Well, I guess I will learn what ,t
i ti at is, the same way I am to learn
about many other things," softly she
whispered to herself, as she quietly
settled down after her fright.
Long and silently the little Moon
beam pondered on these mysterious
ly things that were bobbing up all
about her. ainj on f'ereis too, she
thought deeply w'hat a ise flower
she was. She seemed to know so
many many things, and she was so
very beautiful. So interested had
she become in all that Cereus told,
that she had entirely forgotten to
ask her about herself.
Who was she an,d where did sh
come from? Maybe she came from
a country as far away as her own
in the sky. These were things she
just must know, even if she had to
put off learning about the Fairies
until another time.
"Well little Moonbeam, just what
would you first like to know ;ibont
thine lovely little Fairy Folks we
haVe been watching, so long, this
night."
The Moonbeam surprised in her
wonderings looked intently into the
eyes of the blooming Cereus. She
burst out quickly with:
Moonbeam's Question.
"Before I hear or see another
thing, dear Cerelts I want most to
know who you are and where you
came from."
To this question Cereus only
smiled, and bending low she whis
pered in the ear of her" little friend.
"That is a secret you will hear
another time and from some one
else butane. Maybe your Mother
the Moon, or the Ow-f you heard
just now will tell you- The Owl
is a pretty wise old fellow and quite
a talker when you get him started.
But now you must hear about the
Faries. Let me see, just where
shall I begin?" asked Cereus', "They
have a long, long story and it is all
interesting I hope I will not forget
any of it."
."Well, tell me first, where these
little people live." flic Moonbeam
asked eagerly. '
"Oh these wonderous little peo
ple of Fairyland live in leafy
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branches of the trees and in the
half open buds of the flowers of
earth we all'love o well. Some of
them, v ho are more fond of seclu
sion, live in the hollow trunks of
real old trees and others hide them
selves in the drooping blossoms of
nodding flowers. They talk about
the earth unseen, both when we
sleep. They are very small in size
and are especially interested in the
affairs of the people of eath, but
the children of this earth they love
the best. They hover over their
slumber cots, and dear Moonbeam,
w hen pearing info the sleeping faces
of these children of earth, have you
not often seen them snrtle and
laugh in their sleep?"
"Oh many times, dear Cereus,
when I have been playing with my
brother, Kay. We often have taken
turns looking in on them, while
they are sleeping, and many a time
my .brother, Ray has wakened
them, hoping" to hear "what 1 they
were laughing about."
Fairy Talk.
"Well my dear Moonbeam, they
would never tell him, It was the
Fairies talking with them in their
sleep that made them smile and
laugh, and when they waken, tfiey
never can remember what the Fair
ies said to them, because the Fair
ies fly quickly away to their homes
with the secrets they have whis
pered to them hidden safe and
sound."
The .Moonbeam lifted a pair ' of
bewildered eyes to the face of
Cereus and said:
"I wonder what these secrets
are r"
"This, my dear will never be
known."
For the Love o' Toodle.
''I harve called, madam, in answer
to your advertisement that you have
found a dog. My wife thinks it is
her Toodles.
"And can you describe it to me?",
"Well er not very well you
see I never like to swear in the
presence of a lady."- Wichita Eagle.
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