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Stories by Our Little Folks
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Uncle Sam.
By SUfJerli Marti, Ago 11, Korth Plalte,
Neb,
The spirit of America made Ger
man leaden weep
When Uncla Sam marched - over
there,
And put the Huns to deep;
Saved Parli from destruction,
Great London from alarm,
Rom from Hapaburg monarchy,
And Freedom from alt harm.
(Honorable Mention.)
A Brave Bird.
Br ! John. A4 10 ttari, ffilm
wftoa. Nab.
There wts a little girl wno lived
in Virginia.' Her flame was Nellie.
One beautiful morning she went out
riding on her pony. She took the
road to the river. There were many
pretty flower along the roadside.
She came to a place where there
were many trees. She heard a noise
and, looking up, she saw some
smoke and a bird flying around in
it There were twiga afire in her
neat The bird tried, to save her
little ones, but when the found she
could sot save them, she folded her
wing over them and died with them.
1 think the mother bird was a brave
bird. She could have flown away,
but ihe did not
, The Rabbit
if LalanS Troutman, At Id, Benedict,
Neb.
A few days ago there came a
tame rabbit Mama taw it as she
waa feeding her chickens. She told
us about it and we tried to catch it,
but we could only get about three
feet from it t put tome bread on
a old box and I taw the bunny come
and take the bread. The rabbit
would eat with the old hens and it
ran under one hen. We have an
Airdate dog. Hit name is Scottie.
When he spied the rabbit he ran
after It but eould not catch it An
other time the dog ran the rabbit
under the barn and wat going to
fast that he bumped hit head and
rolled over. Thit it a true ttory.
I hopa to tee it in print.
(TM 1 tM6 ttory. feat Alice forAl
16 five u br , te we eannot at it
fw a criee gaitof.)
The Christmas Stocking.
By Alice Anaergoti, Age , Oakland, tfeb.
Mable bad been taught to darn
stocking! very carefully. Many a
time her mother said to her, "You
should darn not only the holet, but
alto the thin placet.''
One dty Mable wat in a hurry.
She wanted to to. but to play. When
she tame to the last stacking the
found no holes In it, but ihe taw
that it wat worn very thin on the
knee.
: "Never mind, it hasn't any real
holes in it," the said, "I'll let tt go
thit time," and quickly rolling it up
with its mate, the threw it into her
bureau drawer and ran out to play.
It happened that Mabel did not
need the stocking for a long time.
It faet, it was Chrittmat eve. When
she took it front the drawer. By this
time she had forgotten all about it,
alii when she drew out a stocking
for Santa Claus to fill with giftl, the
did aot know it wat that particular
one, Laughing with other chil
dren, the put the pin right through
the thin place and fastened it to
the mantel.
Now there were many presents
put in Mabel's Stocking that night
A silver watch, a blue china vase,
a fountain pen, a pair of white satin
party slippers and a box of fresh
chocolate cream drops Oft top. These
made tlm stocking pretty heavy, and
before the night was over the thin
ptace gave away, and the whole
thing fell with a pump on the hearth
itone.
Whe Malbel looked at her stock
ing th tiext morning she could hot
help but cry. The watch was stop
ped and it had a bad dent In the
back. The vase was broken to bits.
The fountain pen, which had turned
upside down, was leaking ink all
over the white satin slippers. Such
a sight! The fresh chocolate creams
that had been on top were tumbled
and mashed all over thc heffrth.
"Whai could have made the
stocking fall?" exclaimed Mabel's
mother.
"Oh, I remember now," 6obbed
Mabel. "It had a thin place on the
knee that I neglected darn."
Now. Busy Bees, when you hang
up your Stocking on Christmas eve,
vou d better see you don't have any
thin place.
' Riddles.
By Ruth Anderson. Age . Weston, Neb.
I have written to The Bee before
and hope to see my letter in print
as before. Many times have I tried
to win buttons in the Omaha daily,
but I never have yet, so I will never
try again. I like The Bee funny
paper best. I like to see the riddles
in the paper, and also the fairy
stories.
There are nine wren nests on our
farm, all have about half a doien
little ones. We have 39 ducks, and
about 100 little chickens. I have
two miles to school. I am in the
sixth grade.
I will write a lew riddles.
What is the difference between a
man going upstairs and one looking
up?.
Answer One is stepping up the
stairs; the other staring up the steps.
Why cannot a thief easily steal a
watch? v 1 :
,. Answer-Because he must take it
off its guard.
Why should a man named Ben,
marry a girl named Annie?
Answer Because she would be
Benny-fitted and he would be Annie
mated. A Sad Accident
' Emily Danlell. Age , Clarkson, Neb.
Dear Busy Bees: This is my first
letter, and hope to see it in print. I
will now begin my story,
i Once We had a little dog, it was a
pretty dog. We called it Rex. One
day my uncle, Maurice, was mowing
grass and Rex wat with him and he
didftiot know it. He Wat mowing
on and Rex was behind and Rex
got up in front and Uncle Maurice
cut off one of his legs and the toes
of the other. He felt sorry for the
little dog, but soon Rex could walk
on three feet and some time after
we gave the dog away. We are go
ing to get another. My story is get
ting long so I will close.
Up to Her Neck.
By Averyl Galnei, age 10, Valley, Neb.
I am writing to tell yOu about our
picnic. It rained the day we intend
ed to go, so we had to wait until
the next day. We packed our lunch
and made a freezer of ice cream
early that morning. We started
about 9 o'clock. We went to Young's
park. It was almost 10 o'clock when
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Little Ruth Claudene Heywood weighs 40 pounds and is the daugh
ter of Mr. and Mrs. Claude Heywood of Gordon, Neb. She looks for the
pictures in .the Busy Bee page etch Sunday and today Ruth Claudene
will recognize her own.
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we got there. We had not in
tended to go in bathing till after
dinner, but matua said we could go
in the shallow Water and' wade. So
we took our slices and stockings off
and went ill. :
The water was very warm and we
were trying to see who could go the
farthest across without getting our
dresses wet. I had waded almost
across in that place when I stepped
in a deep hole. The water came up
omiinil mtf lirlf T arrampr1 and
my cousin came and helped m Out.
My clothes were all wet, so I put on
a bathing suit and hung them out to
dry. We had to dress before we
could com to dinner and they had
it all readv. After dinner we all got
into the boat and went rowing.
Some other friends were there and
we took a lot of pictures. There
wis a stand there and we bought
candy, gunl and pop. We had. cake
and ice cream before we went home
that night, a tired but happy group.
From the Golden West.
By Lol Ruh!, Keellne, Vyo.
Dear Busy Bee: This is my first
letter to yOU. ' May I Join your
merrv hive? I would like the Busy
Bees to write to me. I live at an
oil camp, and I have lots of fun. I
am 11 years old. I am iu the fifth
grade. I like to write to you, and
I like to read your stories and let
ters. I like to ride horseback and
iH t.i,ntinr ' -T rinfi rirlp fir wallf
6" uni..i6.
much now. as I just had an opera
tion tor appendicitis, l may nor
have snelt it rieht. but I guess you
can make it out.
Story About Rover,
By Eltle Hopken, Agrd 8 Years, Bruninf.
Neb.
I hav a dog at home. His name
is Rover. He is so taine that he
shakes hands ahd goes after the cat
tle and horses. We go out and give
him something to eat He comes
right up . to the door and gets it.
Sometimes he goes and visits other
dogs, and then he conies home again.
We had another dog. His nam:was
Spot. Rover was so lonesome for
Spot I cannot sleep at nights be
cause he makes so much noise. He
is so lonesome for Spot. Sometimes
Spot conies down to his place.
Rover is tickled when he sees Spot
come.
A Smart Dog.
By Gertrude. Flaher, Aged 9 Year, R. F.
T. No. 4. Norton, Kan.
Dear Busy Bee: I have 1een
reading your letters every week, so
I thought I would join your page. I
stay on the farm with my aunt. My
daddy is in France, and my mother
is in Oklahoma working in a bank.
I am 9 years of age, and I'm In the
fourth grade.
One time" we found an old hen up
in the hayloft of the barn with three
little thicks and nine eggs besides,
and we have a little baby Colt, and
baby kittens, and. little baby calves,
and a dog, The dog is so smart.
He can jump, roll over, carry mail
and wood, and every time we go
milking he runs and gets his pail.
Well. I will not write any more.
Goodbye.
A California Bee.
By Herbert Magee, Aged S lean, toi
Angeles, Cal.
Dear Busy Bees: This is rhy first
letter. My uncle did live in Omaha
and gets The Bee, so I read the
Busy Bee page every week. I live
in Los Angeles, and never slide
down hill, for we don't have any
snow. I saw the Pacific fleet. I hope
Mr. Waste Paper Basket is out visit
ing. Guess I will fly in your hiv.
Goodbye.
Our Seaside Picnic.
. By Florence Seward, aged IS years,
Omaha, Neb.
Honorable mention. .
Hello, Busy Bees! How are you
all? I thought I would .write after
being silent so long. I am writing
about our picnic on" the seashore.
This happened three years ago, dup
ing our visit to California. Some
relatives invited (my. father, sister
and me) to participate in a picnic
on the seashore. We thought it
would be great sport, so we ac
cepted the Invitation. Arriving on
the shore, wo scouted around to find
a suitable place for depositing our
selves ahd lunch basket. ' We soon
discovered a group of nic flat
rocks situated near the water's edge,
and giving a good view of the cliffs
and ocean. Our party scrambled
upon them and we selected the flat
est and largest for the dinner table.
My sister and I were assigned the
task of gathering drift wood to
make a fire. Soon One was roaring
merrily, while my cousin made the
coffee.
. Now, Busy Beet, you know that
at most picnics the customary foods
are picktet, sandwiches, olives,
bananas, and other good things. We
had pickles, olives and bananas. We
also had sandwiches of two differ
ent varieties, real honest-to-good-ness
bread and filling sandwiches,
and real sandy sandwiches. You
hardly knew whether you were eat
ing bread or sand. Th reason we
ate the sandwiches so quickly was
because I had gotten a glimpse of
a nice, big watermelon and a roast
chicken. The watermelon had been
put in a low place in the rock where
the cold salt water could reach it.
You can imagine how good it was.
The watermelon was fine, but I'll
never forget that roast' chicken I
We were having the time of our
lives, eating and "gabbing" when a
big wave came swiftly in and sur
rounded our rock on all sides, and
washed up far on the beach. The
spray had wet us all, and we woke
up with a start I grabbed the re
mains of the chicken and my sister
tried to take the watermelon in
her arms, but made a sorry grab
at it.
Well, here we were, just like on a
desert island entirely surrounded by
water. It gave me a thrill, however,
as I thought of "Robinson Crusoe"
and other noted castaways. My,
how romantic to be held here, and
have a .party of rescuers come, to
our aid! My romantic dreams were
shattered, however, when my cousin
laughingly told us that the tide
would recede in about four minutes,
so there was no danger of being
imprisoned here for atiy great length
of time. When we had finished our
feasting the remaining food was
quickly packed Up and we sat down
to wait patiently till the tide sliobld
go back. Suddenly, a big wave came
dashing in, and, gathering force,
dashed out leaving our rocks flat and
dry. This was a signal for us to
try to reach the shore before the
wave came in again. ' Our party ran
and jumped till we reached the
shore. The auto had been left in
a tiny little cave made Of rocks.
We jumped in and were soon speed
ing away towards home. By this
time the sun had set, and it was
dark. In California the nights are
pitch black. You could hardly see
a yard in front of you. The auto's
searchlights pierced the darkness
and brought us safely home. We
had had a jolly good time and were
glad we had taken the outing.
Playing House.
By Mabel Denker, Aged 9, Elkhorn, Neb.
Dear Busy Bees: One day when
my cousins were up here we all
went upstairs and i started to play
house. Two of us girls were dressed
as men and the other two were
dressed as women. When we were
alt fixed up we started to play.
When we were just about started a
tramp came on the place. We sure
B6t scared. We didn't go down, so
he went away. Then we played
till half past four, then my cousins
went home and my father came
home.
A Young Gardener.
By Rote Mi Becwar. Aged 12, Kxcler,
Neb.
Dear Bnsv Bees: This is the first
letter I am writing to your page, I
read the Busy Bee page every Mon
day and enjoy it very much. My
sister is writing, too. I am in the
Eighth grade at school. My brother,
sister and I have to walk one and
a half miles to school each day.
T haH a csrrlen of tiiv own this
year, but it was pretty dry, as it does
not rain nere iiiucn. i wmu ajm
of the Busv Bees would write to
me, as I will gladly answer all the
letters I receive. '
Moonbeam Meets a Frog
and Learns of Frog
Life and Tricks
By MARGARET McSHANE.
(Seventh btory of the Mint.)
S HADOWS of the Night were
shortening. Mother and Fa
ther Moon, sailing slowly on
their way through the clouds, had
more than half encircled the blue
arch of Skyland. They were just
about ready to dip behind the West
ern Hill to take a peep into the land
of the birds, the trees, the flowers
and the little boys and girls away
off east of the Sun in China.
The Moonbeam saw that Father
and Mother Moon were far along
on their journey. She knew, too,
that soon the first bright glow of
light in the east would lift the
Night's hazy blanket By that time
she must be safely home: so she
hurried over to the pond to say
good-bye to her friends, the FrogS.
She found one latge Frog sitting
independently, self-composed, and
very much alert under the beauti
ful sheltering growth of a pond lily.
She heard him give a lively croak.
A second, a third, a fourth crOak
followed. Then many others ac
companied these, until a whole med
ley of strange sounds rose from the
vicinity of the pond. This continued
for some time. Then suddenly one
voice stopped and instantly all was
hushed.
"My, what a beautiful chorus you
have, Mr. Froggy. I am so glad to
hear one before I go back home to
Mother and Father Moon, for I
have heard a great deal about them.
Have Frog choruses leaders, who
signal others when to begin and sig
nal again to Stop at the approach of
danger?"
The Frog turned quickly and
looked tip at the Moonbeam. "You
are very much mistaken, Moonbeam.
We Frogs are extremely alert in
sight and hearing, especially in
sight. The Pond was very still
when you approached. There was
no movement along its edge or
through the weeds and shrubbery
nearby. One of bur family, reatit--izing.the
extreme safety of the
hour, began to express his happi
ness at the mere joy of living. His
croak was the sign to the Other
Frogs in the Pond that no enemy
was near,; and, looking about them,
their eyes gave them a second evi
dence of this safety. Then one by
one all joined freely in the happy
chorus. At your unlooked-for ap
proach one Frog saw your light
darting quickly back and forth. He
was frightened because he did not
know wHo you were, and instantly
became silent. The Other observed
his silence, and knew that silence
was a danger signal, so every Frog
in the pond obeyed this keen im
pulse of fear and likewise becaume
silent."
"Well, I do declare, you are a
smart lot," exclaimed the Moon
beam. "No, never have we Frogs been
considered smart. In fact, they say
we possess a low order of animal
intelligence, but we have two great
emotions. Tov and Fear. Our joy
we express in song, and we feel
quickly the approach ot danger.
"When wandering; a short dis
tance from the pond, for instance,
one of Our number may see an ene
my ahead. We sense everything
a bird, a bear, a dog, or even a man,
and at the approach ot anything
alive a familiar splash will be
heard. This solash means a Frog
has seen danger. Frogs, you know,
always prefer to walk or jump a
short distance to the edge ot the
water and then slip lightly into it
And swim away. After this sudden
splash, a second one and a third one
is heard. The first splash was the
signal Of approaching danger, and
Dogs
the others, without even looking,
heard it and sought safety in the
pond. Those of our number who
cannot reach the pond flatten out
on the ground and begin blending
their colot with the huea of the
bank."
"Why do you Frogs live under
the Pond Lilies and the weedt?"
"What a curious question, Moon
beam 1 How do you suppose we
could get food unlets we hid quietly
in some sheltered spot in the pond.
The weeds and the Pond Lilies are
the best hiding placet in the world,
and around their roots and ttems,
and under their leavet are found
water-beetlet and bugs, snaitt and
shrimps, eray-nshea and, in fact, all
the most deliciout thing! to eat
Things that would tempt the appe
tite of the most fastidibut Frog.
The words were tetrcely out of
his mouth, when the Frog tcurried
away after a fat, juicy-looking
water-beetle and the Moonbeam
darted off in her happy-fo-lucky
fashion on her way to Fattier and
Mother Moon.
s of the Far North
By L. V. KELLY.
To those who are blessed with
the benefits of modern transportation
facilities it is hard to realise that
there are parts of the continent
where nature is so wild and rough
that it is almost impossible fof man
to travel. In broad sections Of the
forest and mountain districts of
northern British Columbia thit is
partieuarly true, travel being pos
sible in any season only to men on
foot' and to the most agile of ani
mals. Horses or others of the
usual beasts of burden can make
no progress through the tangles of
fallen timbers, swamps, rocks and
jungle. Yet man's best friend has
proven his ability again to come to
the assistance of hit master. In
summer, spring and. fall, he is the
pack-dog, bearing on hit back such
supplies as his master cannot carry;
in winter he is the tled-dog, draw
ing the loaded sled. The accom
panying photograph wat taken in
the depths of the northern, winds,
over 150 miles from the nearest rail
road. Dogt and men live on the
game killed and on the essential tea
and sugar and bacon carried in the
packs.
There ire now approximately
3,000 dogs in the various depart
ments of the German army. They
have been trained by the German
Red Crotl Dog' society.
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OUR PUZZLE GYM
A TRAINING FOR NIMBLE WITS
Director SAM LOYD
Copyright, 1919, by Sattl Loyd.
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ANSWERS TO LAST WEEK'S PUZZLES
Counting-Out Puzzle.
Frank Jonet clever puzzle-game
of counting out all the girls and
leaving the boys is successfully
worked by commencing to count
from May. Counting round and
round to the right it will be found
that the 13th is invariably a girl
and the boys all "get left," which is
really the proper thing for gallant
boys under the circumstances.
How Old Arit tha Boyt.
Jimmie's younger brothers were,
respectively, 13 and 1 1-12 years.
A Doughboy's Puzzles.
Sedan, Tours Rouen, Lens,
mans.
Le-
Taking a Partner.
Since theu nele paid 1,200 for a
third interest, the entire business
was worth 3600. Of this Junior
owned 1600 and Senior took 800 of
Uncle Dombey's contribution and
Junior 400. Then the three inter
ests were similar.
Quest Thit Date.'
Bobby made hit speech upon Sep
tember 21,.
A Puzzle in Eggs.
The grocer sold the basket con
taining 29 eggs. There were 12
duck eggt In one basket, and the re
maining basketa, containing respec
tively five, six, 14 and 23 hen eggt;
so he had left four times as many
hen eggs as duck eggs.
Correcting Spelling.
Warmth, Knave, Edge, Obey,
Weigh, Exhale, Agile, Jesuit, Lyric,
Slit Arms, Fealty. :
How Much Money?
Sixty-nine cents is the smallest
amount above 3 cents that cannot
be represented by four American
coins.
Nine
Missing Consonants,
nuns neared Nineveh.
Sandwich-Men Puzzle.
These sandwich-men were tent
out In correct alignment to adver
tise an important event in town. In
crossing Main street they got ah
mixed up in the traffic and when
they reformed, as shown in th,
skatth, their announcement was
"pied," as the printer says.
Can you put them in their proper
places so as to show what they are
advertising?
The Butcher's Puzzle.
- Our butcher
bought for
his Thanks
giving trade
100 fowls for
$100. He paid
62c for chick
ens. $1.02 for
ducks and $1
34 for turkeys
z He made lzc
cm each chicken, 22c on each duck
and 25c on each turkey. Now, he
was clever enough to invest that
$100 to the best possible advantage,
so how much profit did he make?
A Puzzling Blowout
Our guests,
who arrived 2
hours, late,
explained:
"We had a
blowout one
hour after
leaving home,
and had to
finish the trip
at 3-5 of our
former soeed.
If the accident had occurred SO
miles farther, we would have ar
rived 40 minutes sooner."
Now who can tell the distance
our guests traveled?
Puzzling Variety.
I bought 20 souvenir cards "for
20 cents. The embossed ones cost
4 cents; plain black prints, four for
1 cent and the two-colored ones two
for a cent. How many of each
sort did I get?"
Fox and Geese Puzzle.
Moving in turn, first a fox, then
a goose, from one circle to another,
in how many moves can their posi
tions be reversed so that the foxes
shall occupy 5 and 6 and the geese
3 and 4?
FosAtid Geese Puzzle
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