THE OMAHA SUNDAY BEE: APRIL 23, 1O20.
A Page for The Bee's Busy Little Honey Makers
Stories by Our Little Folks
A
(Prize.)
Where Tom Found His Manners.
By Rachel Bauer. 407 New York Ave.,
Hastings, Neb.
Tom's father was a rich man, and
Tom lived in a large house in the
country. He had a pony and many
other pets, and wore fine clothes.
Tom was very proud of all the fine
things his father's money bought.
He began to think that being rich
was better than being good. He j
Krew very rune, ana was cross to
tne servants. Unce he kicked Tow
ser; but the dog growled and Tom
was afraid to kick him affain.
One day when Tom was playing'
in tne ;ara, ne saw a boy standing
by the gate. He was ragged and
dirty, his hat was torn, and his feet
were bare. But he had a pleasant
lace, in one hand he carried a pail
half full of blackberries.
"Go away from here," said Tom,
running to the gate. . "We are rich,
and we don't want ragged boys
around."
FIcase Rive me a drink." said
the boy. "Jf you are so rich you
can spare mc a dipper of water."
"We can't spare you anything,"
said Tom. "If you don't go away
1 will set the dogs on you."
The boy laughed and walked
away, swinging the tin pail in his
hand.
"I think I will get some black
berries, too," said Tom to himself.
He went out of the gate into a lane
leading to a meadow where there
were plenty of berries.
Tom saw some fine large' ones
growing just over a ditch. He
thought he could leap over it very
easily. He gave a run and a very
big jump. The ditch was wider
than he thought and, instead of go
ing over it, he came down in the
midille of it.
The mud was very thick and soft,
and Tom sank down in it to his
waist. He was very much fright
ened and screamed "for help. But
he had not much hope that help
would come, for he was a long
ways from any house.
He screamed until he was tired.
He began to think he would have
to spend the night in the ditch, when
he heard steps on the grass. Look
ing up he saw Xhf ragged boy he
had driven from the gate.
"Pley.se help me out," said Tom,
crying. ''I will give you a dollar."
"I don't want the dollar," said
the boy, Jying down flat on the
grass. He held out both his hands
to Tom aud drew him out of the
ditch.
Tom was covered with mud, his
hat was gone, and one shoe was
lost in the ditch. He looked miser
able. "Who is dirty now?" said the
boy.
"I am." said poor Tom, "but I
thank you very much for helping
me out of the mire. , And I am
sorry I sent you away from the
gate."
"The next time I come perhaps
you will treat mc better," said the
boy. "I am not rich, but I am
stronger than you are, and I think
I have better manners."
"I think so. too," said Tom.
The next day when Tom saw the
hoy going by the gate he called
him in, showed him his rabbits,
doves and little ducks, and gave
him a ride on his pony.
"You have good manners now,'
said the boy.
"Yes," said Tom, "I found them
in the ditch."
(Honorable Mention.)
Hero, the Red Cross Dog.
Vivian Fleetwood. Aired 11 Tears,
Wakefield. Neb.
Hero was a Red Cross dog. He
had served his country faithfully
during the war.
He had saved his master and the
lives of many other soldiers.
But now as the great victory was
won, he and his master returned to
New York.
One dav M they were walking
along the 'street they heard the cry
of. "A mad dog, a mad dog." The
people hurried into the stores and
buildings along the street.
Hero's master having lost one
leg in the battle could not hurry
like the rest of the people.
Hero saw his master was in great
danger. With one leap he darted
forward, seizing the mad dog by his
strong teeth and held him by his
ueck until the police came and took
him away.
Hero did not save only his mas
ter's life, but the lives of many
others. I think Hero has lived up
to his name, don't you?
A New Bee.
Bv Margaret McArdle, Aged 14 Tears,
, Benson, Neb.
Dear Busy Bees: This is my
first letter to the Busy Bees' page.
I go to school and I am m the
eighth grade. v
Alice and her mother went to
Omaha one day. When Alices
mother was buying some things,
Alice saw some "cute little dollies
and she ran over to see them. Then
her mother noticed that she had
disappeared. Her mother began to
look for her. Alice had got out
of this store and began to walk
around. She was crying, when a
policeman got her and kept her tin
till her mother called for her. Her
mother did and found Alice safe.
Playing Store.
ny Francis Johnson, Aged 11 Tears,
, Genoa, Neb.
"What shall we play'" asked one
girl to another.
"Diinno, whatever you want to,
said the other, taking her last bite
of candy.
The girls paused a moment, then
one said: -. - .
"I know. Papi gave me a book
he used in the store with samples
of thead on. You know the one I
showed in school. One will be the
storekeeper and the other custo
mer. We'll draw straws. The one
that gets the longest is storekeeper.
She ran and came back with two
straws in her hand, "choose.'i Ihe
other girl got the shortest, so she
was customer.
"This will be my home," said the
other girl crawling under the droop
ing branches of the evergreen tree.
"All right, here's my store." She
drew up a chair to the porch railing,
ready for business.
. "Can I do anything-for you?" she
said to a lady advancing toward the
counter.
"Yes. Have you any thread to
match this?" and she handed a strip
of pink silk cloth to her.
"I'll see." She drew the book
from her lap, "Will this be all
right?"
"Yes. How much is it a spcel?"
"Ten cents."
"I'll take two spools." She laid
20 cents on the counter, then de
parted. Business went on as usual, and
the lady came again.
' Can you match ?" '
''Gay, come to supper!" ended the
happy game.
Dear Busy Bees; This story is
true. I was the storekeeper and my
friend, the customer. I have tried
to tell it as well as I can. I have
not written to you before.
Making Old Hearts Happy.
By Virginia Hlrkey, Aced 11 Tears,
f Ciretna, Neb.
Dea. Busy Bees: I thought I
would write you a story that I
wrote. , i
One day a crowd of boys had been
skating. Near the pond was a little
house, where Grandpa r.nd Grandma
Sweaney lived.
It happened that Mr. Sweaney
was cutting wod the same day. When
the boys heard him they went over
to the board fence that parted them
and there they listened. This is
what they heard: "Well, well, I
sure am sorry that we can't have
any Christmas next Thursday, but
we will have to bear it."
This set the boys to thinking that
they would like to give them a
Christinas. So that night when they
went home, they risked t hei(r parents
if they could do this and, of course,
they said "yes."
One week later the same boys met
and went to the house with pies,
cakes, two quarts of. ice cream,
roast goose and bread and butter.
The old folks had a happy Christ
mas as a result .f the boys' kindness.
DREAMLAND
ADVENTURE
By DADDY.
For the Live Boys of Omaha
(PKgy tnd Hilly hear that the king
of the Wild Geeno and beautiful Blue
tioope havp lost their children tn the far
north. Peggy and Hilly, wishing tofro to
their aid, remember the fairy feathers
left them by the geeae In the spring, and
are surprised when the feathers grow tu
the size of airships.)
CHAPTER II.
On the Wings of the Wind.
"Now we can sail away to Santa
Claus land," shouted Billy when
the fairy feathers stopped growing.
"But maybe they will carry us
some place else perhaps out over
the lake," suggested Peggy, who
was just a bit doubtful, even though
the dainty airships did look most
inviting as they rested gently upon
the hilltop. '
"The king of the Wild Geese
said they would bring us to him
and the Blue Gooso. I'm going to
A Night in Camp Gifford
A Wise Pony.
By Verna Cumlfrson, Omaha, Neb.
Dear Busy Bees: This is my first
letter to your page. I would like
to join your club. I am in the Sec
ond grade. My teacher's name is
Miss Jamiescn. I will tell you a
story of a Shetland pony I saw last
summer when I was visiting my
cousin:
We would go out in the field and
play with the pony. We would have
a lot of fun. W'e would run all over
the field after her. One day my
cousin got on her and she would
not go because my cousin hit her.
I told her it would go if she would
talk nicely to her and throw her
stick away. She did, and it went
for her. We play with her every
day.
My letter is getting long. I will
try to write again, soon.
A New Bee.
By Hollis Arlena Hutchinson, Age 7
Years, Peru, Neb.
Dear Busy Bees: I would like to
join your Bee Hive. This is the
first time I have written to you. I
am years old and 1 am in tne
third grade. My teacher's name is
Miss Barr. I have three pets, two
ducks and one cat. My home is on
the farm.
My First Letter.
By Marguerite WendPTmrn, Age 12 Tears.
This is my first letter to the Busy
Bee Hive. I like it very much. I
am 12 years old and in he sixth
grade. I have one brother and one
sister. Their names are, Adolph and
Dorothy. I am going to write more
the next time.
"Gay this is fun!" shouted El'!;'
Belgium.
trust in his word. I dare you to
come along," said Billy, and with
that he leaped into the black feather,
now grown to the size of a small
sailboat.
She gave a jump that landed her
in the soft center of the blue feather.
Peggy wasn't going to take a dare,
even if she was a girl. Each gave a
little . shiver, bobbed up and down,
then rose into the air, rocking gently
as it was borne upward by the brisk
autumn breeze.
So smooth was the motion that
Peggy and Billy scarcely knew they
were afloat until the breeze carried
them above the trees.
"Arc you afraid?" cried Billy to
Peggy, who was clinging tightly to
the soft down that lined the feather
airboat.
"I'm not the teeniest tiny bit
afraid; I like it," Peggy answered
quickly. '
"Say, this is fun," shouted Billy
Belgium. "Don't you feel sort of
tickled all over?"
That is just the way Peggy did
feel, and she felt it more and more
as her feather bobbed and tossed
gently in the wind.
Suddenly Billy gave an excited
shout: "We're being blown south,"
he said. "We aren't ging toward
Santa Claus land at all."
, "And we are being carried over
the lake," added Peggy.
The breeze growing stronger ev
ery minute, was whisking them far
above the tumbling waters. But at
the same time they were going up
and up and up. And they were
going around and around in a dizzy
whirl. Soon Billy gave another
shout
"We are going north." he said,
"going north on the wings of the
wind." '
So it seemed. They had risen
above the swirling southbound
breeze and were being carried in the
opposite way by one of the swift
currents of the upper air. Far below
them they could see the trees and
houses along the -shore, but they
were goine higher all the time, and
soon all beneath them was hidden
bv masses of white fog.
""Clouds!" shouted Billy, and that
is what the fog really was.
As they were riding the wind it
self, there was no rushing breeze
to make them think they were trav
eling at high speed. Indeed, they
seemed to be just floating up there
without moving.
The air began to get very cold,
and Peggy, snuggling into the down
on tne blue feather, was glad that
she was wearing her winter coat.
It began to grow darker, too.
"That means we are getting away
up north where the days get very,
very short in the fall until there
isn't any daytime at all." shouted
Billy to her, when she spoke about
this.
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Odors of cooking steaks and
"twists" rise from the campfires of
30 scouts at Camp Gifford. We are
spending Saturday night at camp
and it is just 6:30. Gosh, those
steaks are great! We cut them up
into small squares and slip them on
a smooth stick to broil over the, fire.
Scouts who like 'em with onions
place a piece of onion between each
square of Steak.
Gathered around the campnre a
little !- ? r we tell stories.. The old
storvs i;!)(.iut Pat and Mike are cir-culuU-d
and we pend a pleasant
hour this wav before going to bed.
Taps blows' at 9:30. "Lights out,"
shouts the leader, and the 14 tents
near "Old Muddy" are quiet.
The night is clear and a few of
the scouts have permission to stay
out after taps and make star maps.
The north star and the big dipper
are pointed out and we are told
about the little bear made of stars
that lies in the sky. Our scout
manual contains pictures of the star
formations and we take a flashlight
to look at the pictures and see if
we can identify the stars in the
heavens.
Soon we, too. arc in bed, and after
what seems a few minutes of sleep,
are awakened by reveille and turn
out for 'a dip in the bis swimming
i pool before eating breakfast.
Omaha Boy Scout to
Be Picked for Trip to
European Battlefields
Who is to be the lucky Omaha
Boy Scout who will get the free
trip to England and probably
France? That is the big question all
local scouts arc asking.
The International Scout jamboree,
arranged by the British Boy Scouts'
association will be held in London
in the Olympic stadium. More than
150 scouts will be in the American
delegation.
Each first class local council will
send one scout, while 50 scouts will
be sent from the second class coun
cils and 25 scouts from the noncoun
cil groups. Omaha will send one
scout.
Council to Decide.
The local council will decide the
type of scout to send and whether
they will pay the expenses of the
representative.
"At the next meeting we will de
cide how to choose the scout," said
Executive Hoyt yesterday. "He
will probably have to be first class,
or we may even put the qualification
higher."
The scouts will leave for New
York about July 1. They will spend
two weeks in preliminary training in
New York and then embark for
London. If the party goes to
France it will leave London about
August 20.
Will Tour Battlefields.
In France the boys will tour the
battlefields and probably decorate
the graves of Uncle Sam's vic
torious dead. They will leave
France in time to attend the open
ing day- of school on September 7.
The national scout council is at
tempting to have the government
send the boys across on a govern
ment ship, and have the army trucks
transport the boys in France. This
would greatly reduce the cost.
Daniel Carfr Beard, national
scout commissioner, will probably
accompany the delegation. Major
Lorillard Spencer, scout, commis
sioner of the local council of Man
hattan, will head the entire party.
Hi-Y Bible Clubs
sink lower, and after a while Peggy
and Billy found themselves among
other feathers white feathers.
"Snow!" shouted Billy, and so it
was.
They dropped almost as fast as
the snow, until they were below all
the clouds. As they kept dropping
they saw two birds wearily flying
beneath them. The birds were so
busily searching the land with their
eves that they never saw Peggy and
Billy.
. "The king of the Wild Goose
and the beautiful Blue Goose!" cried
Peggy.
The king and the. Blue Goose
were frightened when they heard
Peggy's voice and darted swiftly
away. They returned quickly, how
ever, when Peggy shouted their
names.
"Princess Feggy and Bill v Bel
gium," honked the king. "Alas! I
have no feast prepared for you."
"We-.dqn't want any feast now,"
answered Billy. "We've come to
find your little ones."
"Oh, my prettjwgoslings! My
pretty goslings!" noaned the beau
tiful Blue Goose, and she fainted
away, right up there in the air, far
above the earth.
NVxt week will be told til story
of the search for the lost goslings.)
Friday night marks the close of
the local Hi-Y Bible study clubs at
the Y. M. C. A. Central. South and
Commerce high school students have
met weekly during ' the past six
months to hear prominent speakers
and to attend Bible study classes.
A dinner, prepared by the Y. M. C.
A. at a nominal cost, is also an at
traction of the meetings.
Special programs have been ar
ranged of entertainment by high
school talent. One of the biggest
meeting? of the year was held the
night of the Beatrice-Central game.
More than 250 Central students and
both foot balls team attended.
There are 350 regular members in
the three Hi-Y clubs. Commerce
high closed their season on April 20
with a banquet. Mayor Smith ad
dressed; the students. Fallowing are
the officers of the' Commerce club
for next year: Neville Ogden, presi
dent; Glenn Truax, vice president;
Herbert Olson, secretary-treasurer.
The South Hi-Y club will close
its year's work with a banquet in
the boys' division Tuesday. About
125 boys are expected to attend the
closing dinner. L. C. Oberlies of
Liixoh: will address the meeting.
He will speak on "Afraid to Fight;
Too Fat to Run." Mr. Oberlies is
well known to Hi-Y club members
in the state. He spoke to the Cen
tra", students recently. The officers
of the .outh club for next year are
these: Joe Shainholz, president; Hal
Samuel, vice president; Clyde Geiter,
secretary, and Albert Grother, treas
urer. The last meeting of the Central
club will be held Friday. The Cen
tral Hi-Y chfb is the largest and
strongest in the city. Dwight N.
Lewis of Des Moines, chairman of
the Iowa state railroad commission,
will be the speaker of the evening.
He will talk on "Legacies." Stuart
Edgerly is president of the Central
club. Other officers are Wallace
Mctcalf, vice-president: George
Smith, secretary, and Frank Bun
nell, treasurer. '
The grade school club which
meets on Thursday evening and
Saturday noon at the "Y" for bible
itudy held their final meetings last
week. Six hundred and thirteen
hoys have attended the bible study
classes. More ;han 150 additional
lads have come irregularly through
out the .year. The local "Y" holds
thp record for this part of the coun
try for the large number of mem
bers in regular bible classes.
Pine Tree Scouts Are
Members De Luxe of
Whole of Scoutdom
By RICHARD SCHOLES.
(Scribe of Tine Tree.)
Pine Tree scouting is the highest
form of scouting known. Only
scouts who have passed the tests
raising them to the rank of first
class scouts -arc eligible for mem
bership. System that's what the Tine
Tree patrol is famous for. Every
scout must learn to do his bit, and
must learn, it well. Each scout has
a number and a fixed duty. No. 1
is the senior patrol leader who di
rects the whole patrol; his' assistant
is No. 2, while No. 3 is the scribe
who keeps the books, the library,
the first aid kit and attends to pub
licity. A cart is used to carry the camp
ing equipment in. All things have
their places in the cart, and it is the
Pine Tree scout's duty to learn
those places and see that they are
always filled.
It takes a husky scout to pull the
cart around that is. the reason they
must all be big boys. The cart is
taken everywhere on hikes and on
camping trips. Between times it
rests in the troop headquarters.
Camping is what we all like. The
Pine Tree patrol system makes it
possible for a troop to set up a
camp in 10 minutes. Tents must be
unrolled, cookingkits out, blankets
out, beds made, everything ready,
all in 10 minutes.
High School Students
Have Divers Ways of
Making "Pin Money"
Sammy Chipmunk Is Ever
On Look-Out for Hawks
And Other Murderers
High school students must cat,
sleep and wear clothes. Going a
little farther, how do students get
money to enjoy life. You will na
turally say that' they get it from
dad.
But here you are mistaken. Many
of the students, a large number, earn
their own living or help support
themselves by working. They think
it an honor and the workers are
among the most popular students in
school.
Every Sunday a story will be writ
ten about one way students have of
making money. Write your experi
ences to Nathan E. Jacobs, Children
Department, Omaha Bee.
Floyd ' C. Brown, Magician.
A unique way to earn money is
to entertain as a magician. Floyd
C. Brown, Central Hith senior, has
spent hours studying the mystic art
of Thurston and Houdini. Floyd
has a regular magic wand now and
everything necessary' to be a magi
cian. He recently displayed his feats be
fore a combined meet'ng of debat
ing clubs at Central. He entertains
many high school clubs at banquets.
Brown has worked before lodges,
churches and other groups. The in
come is haudy as spending money
but he is gaining experience which
is more valuable than pelt. Floyd
expects to go upon the stage some
day and oufrival Thurston.
If he keeps on at the present rate,
we may soon expect to see in bright
lights in front of! some Omaha thea
ter. "Floyd C. Brown, Magician."
By MARGARET McSHANE.
(Twenty-eighth fcitory of the Night.)
Such a chatterer was Sammy
Chipmunk!
Moonbeam did not have a chance
to speak a word. Questions were
popping on her tongue by the
wholesale, but as soon as sheopened
her mouth to speak, Sammy would
chatter on faster than ever.
He was a perfect picture as he
rested on the wall with his little
paws crossed on his fireast.
His conversation consisted of
chip, chip chip, ctnp, cmp, spoken
very gleefully. In these few words
he told Moonbeam lots about the
neighbors, and ( everything about
himself.
Tonight he sat very erectly. His
little ears stuck up stiffly, his eyes
opened wide apart and rarely, if ever,
did they blink.
If it was not for the rapid beating
of his sides he would pass for a
stuffed squirrel.
Sammy was always on the lookout
for danger.
This is why he selected the broad
stone wall on which to entertain
Miss Moonbeam.
To him, a fer.ee, whether it be of
stone or wood, is a fortress. Along
its sides are numerous burrows and
hiding places.
In his little brain he carries a list
of the location of these burrows and
then at the first sound of danger
away he darts like a flash of light.
In a jiffy he is out of sight some
where else in safe quarters.
i his keen sense of fear is always
with Sammy because for years and
years his family have been the prey
of different animal birds, so by now
it is a part of his nature to "feel
afraid but, he is perfectly uncon
scious of it he calls it "watchful
ness" and says "It is just a habit I
have."
Moonbeam became very milch in
terested in Sammy.
"Though he was something new
to her and sort of an enigma, still
he was so graceful," she thought to
herself.
He reminded her of the little Elf
she saw when she first came to
earth. The one that lived inside of
the tree and rang the blue bell to
awaken the fairies.
She just could not keep her ryes
off of his tail. It was as long as
Sammy, large and bushy and how
beautifully he handled it, most of
the time holding it curled over his
back.
After watching him closely Moon
beam saw that Mr. Sammy Chip
munk's tail was a real barometer.
SAli;Y CHATTERS ON'
TuB'W.LI"
It was more than just mere tail tt
Sammy.
When he was cold or hot
happy, sad or lonesome, the mood
rippled along his back, from the
end of his beautiful tail to the
fartherest tips. of his ears and into
his little brain. Otherwise he wa!
very much composed. His eye"
never blinked like other peoples
and his eyelids would never think
of quivering like Moonbeam's sc
often did.
The shrill cry of a Hawk soaring
overhead frightened poor little
Sammy almost to death. H
crouched motionlessly against the
wall.
"Hawks are my greatest dread,"
he whispered quietly to Moonbeam,
as he watched the movements of the
dark bird in the air above him.
He invited Moonbeam to come
along home with him "for there,
only," he said, " 1 feel real safe
from prowlers."
So they jumped down from the
wall and almost instantly they were
at the front door of Sammy's house,
He lived right underneath the
same wall they were resting on, and
but a few feet farther down.
A bush, with thick branches shad
ed the entrance to his home and
the front door was a little bit of a
hole, three feet deep.
It was all they could do to get in
The door was so small, Moonbeair
had to draw her silvery skirts close
around her legs to keep them from
rubbing against the sides of the
hole.
Samtuy, too, had to take grcal
care of his tail as he crept in. Bui
he held it just as straight as a rod
and never once did it touch the
walls of the entrance.
It was very plain that Sammy
Chipmunk was mighty proud of that
tail and iloonbeam did not blame
him much. ' -
It seemed more handsome than
ever as it trailed after Sammy down
the long corridor of his under
ground home.
Grade School Hikes
Grade school hikes conducted by
R. F. Ellis of the. Y. M. C. A. are
proving very popular and success
ful. Boys from Highland Park,
Florence, West Side and Benson
have taken hikes with Mr. Ellis as
leader. All declare that the best of
times can be had on hikes.
Any group of grade school stu
dents who wish to take hikes on
Wednesday and Thursday after
noons mav do so bv phoning Mr.
Ellis at the Y. M. C. A.
It is claimed that 90 per cent
of the women in this country buy
ready-made clothes.
Hope to .Turn Out
First Class Lawyers
By Holding Debates
Central High and Commerce High
arc going to "turn out" some excel
lent lawyers, if the debaters at these
two schools' keep arguing. Inter
class debates are popular in both
schools. Thcf also have debating
clubs.
The students afc taught to get on
their feet and talk' before any kind
of an audience. It is good practice
and in future years when John Doe
becomes a famous orator some one
will say, "I told you so. He was a
debater at high school."
Mrs. Robin Looks Ahead.
"Forest Fay it will soon be May.
Get in the web for my screen.
It will be wise, for my babies' eyes
To make it of softest green.
Wind, wild wind, you have much to
do,
Errands on land and sea.
Forget not, I pray, you're engaged
in May
To rock my cradle for me."
Conundrums.
Why is a postman's bag on the
14th of February, like a confec
tionery's shop? -There arc many
sweet things in it.
When is a sailor not a sailor?
When he is aboard.
Why is a cook like a starving
man? He kneeds (needs) bread.
"Fizz-z sputter-r bang!
Oh what a horrid noise!
What can there be about it
That pleases all the boys.
'Tweet, tweet, tr-r-rill!
There is the sound for me!
But boys and girls' opinions
Never will agree."
AGAIN
"'Why dors it have to rain again.
And muddy up the lane HKRin,'
Hays Trotty TroublPsnmp at noon,
Beginning to camptaln attain.
Before thorp's time to pout njra In,
Th" Jolly Snu ooiups out Kln.
The Uhin wtng. a sotifc of Junrt
AnU gently hop bout agsttu.
Hhp k'ts hrr trnipor rool atriln
And hnrrl1 off to school atfatn-
Whllfl Robin stnirs a loaning tunr.
There goes that April Fool again. '
Our Puzzle Gym
"ipyrisht, 1919. by Sam Lloyd.
A Training for
Nimble Wits,
Director Sam Lloyd
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Criss-Cross Reading.
John Sprite challenges us to dis
cover a single word, which placed
in the center of the shears so as to
be read twice in going from "arc"
to "event," will complete his criss
cross sentence.
Can you find that wprdr"
An Inquiring Mind.
On his morning stroll, Mr. Busy
body encountered a laborer en
gaged in digging a hole.
"How deep is that hole?" inquired
Mr. Busybody.
"Take a guess," replied the work
ingman, who stood in the hole. "My
height is exactly five feet and 10
inches."
"How much deeper are you go-oing?'-'
continued Mr. Busybody.
"I am going twice as deeD." re-
I joined the laborer, "and then my
! head will be twice as far below
ground as it is now above ground."
Mr. Busybody wants to know how
deep that hole will be when finished?
Can you tell him?
A Puzzle on Ice.
It is recorded that in a mile race
between two expert skaters the
rivals started from opposite points
to skate to the other's place of
starting. With the advantage of a
strong wind, John covered the dis
tance two and a half times as quick
ly as James, and so beat lym by six
minutes. , Now, from those simple
facts can you tell the time of each in
skating the mile?
Guess This Word.
Short was my life, and brilliant my
career;
Behead me I in lovely green ap
pear; .
Behead again, I once was made to
' save
My chosen inmates from a watery
grave.
Puzzling Dividends.
The present net income from the
earnings of the P. D. & O. road
would be 6 per cent upon the en
tire stock issue, but as there is
$4.(100,000 in preferred stock, upon
which is paid 71-2 per cent interest,
the road is therefore only able to
pay 5 per cent interest upon the
common stock.
What is the total amount if this
'l year's cuinmon stuck dividends?
Kitty's Spring Puzzle.
Lady Mine can be canged to
Maidenly in 26 moves of the blocks,
as follows: M, L, A, I, N, E, Y,
D, I, N, L, D, I, N, L,,E, ,N,
L, A, M, M, E, N, L, I, D. '
Variable Annuities.
The three daughters together re
ceived $.35 per' annum. The first
year Phoebe, the eldest, was 10
years of age, Martha 8 and Mary
Ann 2. They received, respectively,
$17.50, $14 and $3.50. Five years
later, when the sixth payment was
due, their combined wages amounted
to 35. Phoebe received $15, wJiich
was one-seventh less than she first
received; Martha received $13, be
ing $1 less than her first payment,
while Mary Ann got $7, or double
her first share. 4
A Puzzling Luncheon.
The luncheon was worth 45 cents,
of which Harry contributed 24 cents
worth and Tommy 21 cents worth.
In dividing John's 15 cents Harry
took 9 and Tommy 6, to equalize
matters.
The Flagman's Puzzle.
The mathematical flagman says
that two trains one 132 feet long
and the other 88 met and passed in
three seconds, but when going in
the same direction it took the faster
train 15 seconds to pass the longer
one; so he asks you to guess the
speed of both trains.
Decapitating words.
Smelt, melt; Fannie, Amie;
smash, mash; flag, lag.
Picnic Puzzle.
There must have been 900, who
would be seated 9 to a wagon if
there were 100 vehicles, or 10 to
a wagon after 10 had broken down.
VVhen they started for home with
75 wagons it was necessary for 12
persons to ride in each wagon.
ANSWERS TO LAST WEEK'S
PUZZLES. ,
Trading Chickens."
A cow was worth 50 chickens and
a horse 120 chickens. They had se
lected five horses and seven cows,
worth 950 chickens. An additional
seven cows would be worth 350
chickens, so they must have taken
1,300 chickens to market.
Aviary Puzzle.
Here is a puzzle for the young
folks. It is required to draw seven
straight lines across the circle in
such a way as to divide the aviary
into separate compartments, each
occupied by one bird.
Perhaps the grown-ups will have
to be called in consultation for it's
really not such a simple proposition
as it might tirst appear.
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