THE OMAHA SUNDAY BEE: MAY 9, 1920
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Page for The Bee's Busy Little Honey Makers
Stories by Our Little Folks
VISITING CIRCUS GLADDENS THE HEARTS
OF BELLE VUE KIDDIES.
It I could Have Three Wishes.
Phillis suddenly found herself In
a beautiful garden. It was no
longer cold and the north wind
wasn't blowing. No, in this won
derous garden it was as warm as a
summer day. How beautiful were
the flowers and that wonderful
crystal fountain. ,
"W hy do you stand still so long?"
asked a iow, silvery voice.
"Why, why, where are you?"
"Look in the red, red rose just
opposite you and you will see me,"
said the voice. Phillis looked, and
sure enough, there in the very heart
of the rose was a tiny creature all
dressed in a beautiful yellow frock.
"Who are you?" asked Phillis.
"I am the Bubble Fairy, Love."
"And do you live in this beautiful
garden?"
"Yes, I live here, in Good Bubble
Garden."
"Oh my 1" said Phillis, "I wish I
could live here all the time, like you
"Perhaps Good Bubble Fairy will
let you, if you ask her, real nicely."
"Good Bubble Fairy 1 Why should
I ask her?"
"Hush, hush! You mustn't let her
hear you say such a thing. She is
a very pretty flower fairy and she
is the ruler of this garden."
"To whom are . you talking,
Love?" asked a still more beautiful
voice.
Phillis wheeled around and there
in front of her stood a most beauti
ful fairy, all dressed in white. She
had golden hair.
"Good Bubble Fairy, I was speak
ing to a stranger who was brought
here by Dream Bubble Fairy."
"Oh, I wish," began Phillis.
"What do you wish?" asked Good
Bubble Fairy.
"I I don't like to tell you."
"Come, tell me, and you shall have
three wishes."
"I wish," began Phillis. "NVr
mind what you wish. I guess it's
'bout time "youse movin' along,
youse been here for three hours,"
said a gruff voice.
And Phillis was abruptly inter
runted in her beautiful fairy dream.
That night as she was walking
along the streets she wondered
what would have happened had she
made three fairy wishes.
After a while she became tired.
She sat down on a hench. Again
the Fairies claimed her Little
Phillis Daily, the match girl, never
again woke to the cold and hunger
that forms a part of the life of a
wandering orphan. Marie Bright,
age 12, Ord, Neb.
The Lesson
Sidney Dayre.
"The word for you today is 'To
ward ;'
I write it here upon the board.
Now try if you with it can make
A sentence clear without mis
take." Then Freddie's lips pressed to
gether down,
His brow was tied up in a frown,
And thought spread over all his
face,
As dots and words found each
their place.
With capitals and all the rest
He strove to do his very best,
So, slowly, cafefully, he wrote:
"Last night I toward my Sunday
coat."
A New Bee.
By Tena Honsen, Aged 12 Years, Havens,
Nch.
Dear Busy Bees: This is the first
time I am writing to you.' I am in
the Seventh grade at school.
Well I think I will write a story.
Once there was a little girl named
Jessie. She had a little pony which
she called Brownie. One day Jessie
rode Brownie out into a field of
nice clover; he ate as much as he
wanted and then they went on. They
came to the road. As they were go
ing along the road they came to
some trees. There they stopped and
Jessie picked some flowers, soon
she laid down on the green grass to
take a rest. Brownie was eating
some grass nearby. Pretty soon
he saw some gypsies coming to
ward them. He went to where Jes
sie lay sleeping. He pawed on the
ground and made a lot of noise so
as to wake her up. Pretty soon she
woke up and the first thing she saw
was those gypsies coming and then
she knew why Brownie woke her
up. She quickly got on Brownie's
back and went home as fast as she
could.
When she got home she told her
father and mother about Brownie
waking her up when he saw those
gypsies coming and they praised the
pony and gave him a good meal of
oats and hay,. and after that Brownie
was Jessie s best friend.
Well, as my letter is getting long
I will close.
-. !
(Honorable Mention.')
The Pink Dress Party.
"What am I good for?" said a
pretty pink silk dress that had laid
in the trunk for years with several
other pretty dresses. "You may be
good some day," said a white dress
that had just been put in there.
"When I was new, I went to many
parties, and I was the prettiest
dress there, for the other girls said
so," said the pink dress. "It is so
dark and dreary in here that it
makes me. lonesome. But what
makes you so jolly, pretty white
dress?"
"Oh, what makes me jolly? Be
cause T have some one to talk to,
but when 1 was in the closet it
seemed more lonesome, becausetio
body would talk to me. I just
wished 1 could got out and make
somebody happy," said the pink
dress.
Day's passed by. but no sign was
to be seen that the pink dress would
ever get out of the trunk into the
happy world.
At the same time Lucille and her
mother were planning on making
Lucille a party dress. The Gra
ham's were giving a party and Lu
cille must have a pretty dress.
Mother was much worried over the
prices which must be paid for anew
H tTQ.S.
Lucille was thinking hard what
1ft he done and suddenly she
happened to think of mother's old
dress, which had been placed in a
trjmk in the attic. "Mother, why
not make me a dress out of the
pretty pink silk dress you once
wore, long ago." "Good." said her
mother, "we will go rigni up ,
cm t'Vint rail do.
Tliev hroueht down the pink silk
dress and made Lucille a nice new
!-ess out of it. I do tliinK, saia
Lucille, "it is the prettiest dress i ve
Slip went to the narty and all the
girls thoucht her dress was just
i...i- ttiat is the wav the
pretty silk dress came out of the
trunk and made Lucille and her
mother both happy.
This is a good way to help solve
the H. C. L Ruth Elsemann, age
11, Millard, Neb.
The Poor Dog.
By Alice Mason. Aged ll. Platts. Neb.
Once upon a time some people
had a dog. Thcv never fixed a bed
at all of any kind. They never fed
him. He went around to 3sh piles
to get scraps of food that people
threw out. It was so skinny that
its bones showed. I think some
body ought to feed him.
A New Member.
By Mary Koksda, Agd Tears. Omaha.
Neb.
I would like to join your Busy
Bee hive. This is my first letter to
the Busy Bee's. I read the paper
every Sunday and enjoy it very
much. I go to school. My teach
er's name is Miss Wieman. I like
her very much. I have two broth
ers and three sisters. Next time
I will write a story. I hope Mr.
MVaste Basket is out on business. 1
nope to see my letter in print. My
letter is getting long so I will close.
1 wish someone would write to me.
I would gladly answer. My next
etory will be about the Lost Queen.
Ruth.
St. fidwards,
f
I tllr p w y
amp (ffire Cjtirls
Camp Fire Girls
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As the host of little invalid's at Bellevue hospital, New York, couldn't
go to see the circus, the circus went to them. The ring was set in the
huge courtyard of the big hospital and from the balconies the kiddies
watched the antics of the clowns and the performers. For those who were
bedridden in the wards the performers gave extra shows inside. The photo
shows a group of happy kiddies feeding peanuts to one of the huge elephants.
Bv Marjorle I.owe, Aged 13,
Neb.
Dear Busy Bees: I have not
written to you for a long time so
1 will try to tell you a story about
Ruth, a little French girl, another
Busy Bee.
Kuth lived in a little town in
France about 100 miles from Paris.
She had often wanted to see it, but
still more did she wish to see
America, the great continent on the
other side of the ocean.
Ruth was 12 years old at the time
the great world war broke out. Her
father enlisted, but he was not called
for some time. One day he came
home and said he must go away.
Ruth knew this meant he had been
called, and this made her very sad,
but she knew he was fighting for
her beloved France.
Months went by and no news
came from her father. They had
just received one letter and that was
after he had been gone about two
months. The Germans drew stead
ily nearer their little town, but still
no word. Finally, the time came
when they were forced to flee. They
had waited until most everyone
was out of the town because they
thought they might hear from him.
But no, they did not.
Ruth's mother died after three
years of sorrowing, leaving Ruth
alone with some kind:hearted
friends.
Then came the Americans. Ruth
loved to watch them march by, to
see the red, white and blue, and to
hear th hand nlavine. Then came
a regiment that stopped a few days
at the town. Ruth wanted to go
back to her home town, so you can
imagine her great joy when her
friends and several other families
decided to follow the American sol
diers to their home.
There, also, the soldiers stopped
with orders to stay until they got
orders from headquarters.
Ruth liked to talk with the Ameri
can soldiers, but what she liked
best, was her lessons in American
from an American lieutenant. Dur
ing his spare moments he would
teach her how to speak American.
Oh, how she liked -it and how joy
ously she ran home to speak a line
or two of American to her friends.
During this time the enemy s lines
had drawn nearer to Paris until
Ruth and her friends found they
were suddenly about four miles from
the battle line. Troops passed there
every day and often a soldier would
stop and talk to Ruth and her
friends.
The other families wanted to go
back, but Ruth's friends would not
go, so the other families w-ent back
toward the sea, leaving Ruth and
her friends alone.
One night orders came to the regi
ment to go forward. Ruth was Very
sorry, indeed, to Lse her friends, but
she could not stop them, she knew,
so she bid them goodbye. Soon an
other regiment came there and made
their headquarters there.
One day Ruth heard the captain
talking to a wounded soldier. He
said fhere was no one to take the
orders to the regiment on the west
road (a place about six miles from
her home). He also said they were
sealed orders, so they must be im
portant.
Ruth told the captain she would
take the orders, but he told her no,
that she could not find the way,
but Ruth, after much pleading, fin
allv got his consent. ,
She started out along the road,
commonly used, for a truck road, to
the , front. Presently a bomb hit
about 60 yards from 1 and it made
la gre.t hole, but he did uot tto'p
very long, but went on. Shell after
shell hit around her until finally
she was forced to crawl on her
hands and knees.
Night drew swiftly on and she was
far from the west road. Suddenly
the earth all around her was lighted
up, as if it were daylight. She looked
upward and saw a red light in the
sky. Instinct, rather than anything
else, made her stop crawling. Pres
ently the light died rway and she
started on. Soon she heard voices.
She stopped. She understood Ger
man fairly well and soon she could
make out the words. The Germans
were planning to take by surprise
the regiment which was situated one-
halt mile from there. Or), how glad
she was to know she was so near,
but she dare not move. She listened.
but the rest was just commonplace
conversation. Finally they moved
off and she resumed her journey.
Soon she reached the west road
and how glad she was to find the
same old regiment and her tnend.
She handed -them the orders and told
about the Germans.
Five days later Ruth stood in the
presence of General Pershing, who
pinned on her dress the American
cross of honor. Then a FYench cap
tain stepped forward and gave her
the French cross of honor.
But gladder still was she when, at
the end of the war, she was brought
over to America and adopted by
a good American family in dear
old America.
DREAMLAND
ADVENTURE
By DADDY.
A Shocking Theft.
By Margutrita Poggeiipohl, Age 12, Chad
ron, Neb.
Miss Lenner was a cross old maid.
She taught grammar and was very
prim and mannerly, also much out
oi fashion.
She had just finished scolding the
girls for such poor grades, when the
4 o'clock gong sounded. The girls
were soon dismissed.
"Marion, come here. You too,
Nome," whispered Madenne.
"I have a plan to get even with
old Len," as Miss Lenner was more
commonly termed among the girls.
"What," choressed the others.
"WWt tell?"
"Cross my heart," echoed Marion
and Nadennc.
'"Well, if we steal her wig she
can't come to class tomorrow."
"Fine," exclaimed Nome.
"Oh, no girls," protested Miriam.
"That would be mean."
"Mean," sneered Nome, "Wasn't
she mean to us?"
"Please don't do it, girls."
But Marions pleadings were in
vain. Before the meeting broke up
Nome said. "S'pose you'll tell on
us."
"No Nome, I'm not that kind of a
girl."
"Alright," murmed the other.
At last came the appointed hour
for the theft. Both girls were there
on time.
With careful skill, the two girls
gained entrance, grabbed the wig
ann were on tneir way out wneu
each felt a firm hand on her shoul
der. The light was then switched
on. I he girls tun or terror looKea
at their captor, and to their horror
and astonishment, found it to be the
principal
1 will not take time to ten you tne
conversation, as you can most guess
it, but I will explain to you how they
got into the wrong room, Mrs.
Dean, the prinicpal had changed
seats with Miss Lenner ana naa neg
lected telling the girls about it.
The next morning tne gins were
called into the office, and then were
seen taking their leave you see.
They had disgraced themselves and
were being expelled. Oh how glad
Marion was that she didn't help in
thi art and how sorrv the other two
were that they didn't take her ad
vice.
A Sixth Grade Bee.
Luclle Frost, Aged 12. Elkhorn, Neb.
Route 1.
This is my first letter to the Busy
R. nacre. I am 12 vears old and
am in the sixth grade. My teach
er s name is Atta uates. i nave out
mile and a quarter to walk to school,
rw srhnnl is District 27. I have
one sister and one brother.
Virst Letter.
Lucille Fowler, Aged 10 Tears, Council
SJUXI9, ia.
Dear Busy Bee: This is the first
letter I have written which I hope
to see in the paper. I am going to
write you a story about my dog.
Her name is Betty. She is a Boston
hull doer. She can olav dead dog
She has verv cunning ways. She
can speak when hungry.
A Wee Bee.
Dear Busy Bees: This is my first
letter. I am 8 years old. 1 am in
the Third grade. I haven't any
brothers or sisters. Our school is
going to close May 21. I will write
more next time. Catherine Wel'er,
i Aged, 8, Vst Toiut, Neb.
(Pesy and Billy fly to the north In
feather air boats to- seek the lost little
ones of the King of the Wild Gooso. They
find their parents have searched every
where except In a village of Red Trap
pers.) CHAPTER IV.
In the Trappers' Pens.
Billy and Peggy steered their
feather airboats toward the village
of the red trappers. The King of the
Wild Geese and the Beautiful Blue
Goose held back a moment, their old
dread of the trappers being strong.
But when they thought that their
lost little ones might really be hid
den in the village, as Billy suggested,
the two fought down their fears and
timidly followed the children.
"Who are the red trappers? Are
they Eskimos" asked Peggy.
"No, the Eskimos live much
farther north," honked the King of
the Wild Geese. "The red trappers
are Indians who spend their time
hunting and trapping. No bird oi
creature, dares go near them, for
they slay or snare all who venture
within their reach."
The village seemed asleep as they
circled over it. There was no sign
of life.
"I wish it were daytime so we
could see plainly," said Billy, for
while the skv glowed with the north
ern lights shining from the window
of Santa Claus's Christmas toy fac
tory as the wild geese said still
there were dark shadows among the
Indian tepees.
If it were daytime the red trap
pers would see us and shoot us,"
honked the king.
"Mavbe thev shot my goslings.
Oh, ohh, oh!" honked the Beautiful
Blue Goose.
The Challenge.
About February 1 the Wishcaga
Campfire girls challenged the Boy
Scouts of Troop 34 both of the Ed
ward Rosewater school district, to
see who could give the best program
at the school for the Community
center. The challenge was accepted
by the scouts and it was agreed that
the programs be given sometime in
April. Seven judges were to be
chosen to decide which program was
the best.
The girls immediately began to
plan their program and after some
time finally decided on "Vice Versa,"
a three-act play, with the following
cast: Misses Minnie Grey, Bill
Brown, Bessie Steele, Sam Black,
Katy Green, Ben Green, Bridget
O'FIanigan, Jessie White, Irene
Rostermundt, Vera Pecha, Fern
Lupinske, Irene Nelscu, Ulla Falk,
Cecilia Simpson, Dorothy 1'crric,
Edna Dohse.
The events of this amusing farce
take place in Woolcfdoog, a small
town, where woman suffrage takes
the "burg by storm." Upon reach
ing the station, alter an absence ot
live years. Bill Brown finds a lady
ticket agent, ile is very much sur
prised, but is more surprised' to find
lady baggage mistress a little
later. On his way to Ben Green's
home he meets an old friend, Sam
Black, who is taking his children to
their grandmother's because his wife
is at a suffrage meeting. He also
bumps into Katy Green , a mail car
rier and a sister of Ben, who in
forms him that Ben is home attend
ing the house while his wife is de
livering pills and Bridget, the cook,
is called to be a jurywoman. Sure
enough, upon reaching Dr. Ben
Green s house, he finds him trying
to make a "quart ptiddin' " out of a
quart of rice, a quart of milk and a
quart of sugar, and mashing pota
toes before they were cooked, and
sticking pins into his baby s chin,
when Jessie White, the census
enumerator, comes to the rescue.
One by one each of the friends walk
in and join in song in memory oi
the "blessed past" before woman
suffrage came into effect.
After practising once a week lor
two months it did not seem much
progress was made. Pretty soon and
all too soon the last rehearsal took
place. And what a muddle that re
hearsal was! After subtracting as
near as possible the time wasted by
arguing and giggling from a com
plete rehearsal of the play it was
found that it would take an hour at
the most. Here was another prob
lem. The usual entertainments took
about two hours, but here' Fern
Luninske came to the rescue by
volunteering to dance, while Doro
thy Perrie promised to play the
piano and recite a few pieces.
At last dawned the eventual day,
bright and sunshiny. But not so for
the girls for they had visions of giv
ing 41 Boy Scouts a treat. As soon
as school was out the whole group
marched to school with everything
possible to carry from trousers to
rouge. By the "time the stage was
fixed the, crowd began to gather, so
they went behind the scenes to
dress."
Anybody perking at the girls at
that time would think they had
found an escaping insane asylum,
for the girls were all dancing around
reciting their parts out loud. They
heard Mr. Cook of South High say
a good word for the Campfire Girls
so soon grew calm again and listen
ed to his very complimentary speech.
Then the guardian, Miss Helen
Several Figures Appeared.
"Sh-h-! Be quiet! You'll wake
up the Indians," warned Peggy, for
the wild geese were honking at the
too of their voices.
Indeed as Peggy spoke their
came an answering sound from the
sleeping village a drowsy, mur
muring "honkle-honkle-honkle!"
"My goslings! I hear your voices!
Where are you? Where are you?"
honked the Beautiful Blue Goose,
not heeding Peggy's warning.
"Honkle-honkle-honklel" The
murmur below grew into an excited
clamor.
"My little ones! Come to us,"
honked the king.
"Honkle-honkle-honkle! Father!
Mother! honked young goose
voices in reply.
"We are here above the village!
Fly to us swiftly!" honked the Beau
tiful Blue Goose.
"Honkle-honkle-honkle! We can
not fly. Our wings arc clipped. We
are captives in the pens of the red
trappers." Thus answered the
young geese.
"Alas! Alas!, If you are captives
we will become captives with you,"
honked the king of the Wild Geese
He and the Blue i Goose, in spite
of their fear of the red trappers,
would have flown to join their gos
lings if Billy hadn't stopped them
"Wait!" he said. "It would be
silly for you to get caught, too
Maybe Peggy and I can figure out a
way for you to save your little
ones."
"Alas! how can thev be saved if
their wings are clipped?" replied the
King, but he and the Blue Goose
halted their mad rush toward the
pens of the red trappers.
"Tell your children Peggy and I
are coming to help them: tell them
to stop all that noise," said Billy,
who feared that the racket of the
geese would alarm the Indians.
At that moment a dog began to
bark and shouts arose from the te
pees. Several figures appeared and
"Bing: bing!" went guns. The red
trappers tlmupht the two gcf,aiid
the leather aiiboats weie iluck
Pecha, gave the introductory speech
and the curtain arose on the first
act. Luck was with the girls for the
first act was done beautifully; also
the second act was done well and
received much applause. The third
act was fine until it came to singing,
for there everyone started on a dif
ferent pitch and ended with giggles
and one quivering voice. But the
admiring audience said it was
splendid and the Scouts said we had
them "rimmed to the dickens."
Every girl went home wishing they
could give the program again.
And the Campfire Girls were more
happy a week later. All the Boy
Sci'Xts gave was some stunts like
making tire without matches, some
climbing business that caused a lit
tle boy to be injured so they could
do some first aid. That was their
whole program and it took about 10
minutes. Now the Wishcaga Camp
fire girls have a delightful vision of
41 Boy Scouts treating eight girls,
because all seven of the judges were
in favor of their program.
The Campfire
Maiden's Way
When I was a little shaver
Of eleven summers or so
I joined the Campfire Maidens
To learn their ways, you know.
I went out to their camp grounds
A week or so to stay.
And soon I learned to do things
In the Campfire Maiden's way.
I learned about their sacred fire,
Their gowns and honor beads,
About the different ranks they have
And a guardian dear, thateads.
Oh, work, work was then no
drudgery.
But everything was play.
I'd laugh in glee at my hardest task
For I'd learned the Campfire
Maiden's way.
I went on hikes in the moonlight,
I went to midnight spreads,
I dressed for masquerades and
stunts.
Social hour was just before bed.
I went to Council Fires on the hill
sides, And on nature hikes each day.
And 'twas alt just fun for me
'Cause I'd learned the Campfire
Maiden's way.
When I came home again
I spent nights 'neath the stars
For on my arm I wore
The Health girls', crimson bars.
I could hike and never grow weary
at all,
Or help my mother all day
And 'twas only the best o' fun for
me.
'Cause I'd learned the Campfire
' Maiden's way.
A Camp Fire Guardian
Nine girls all wondering just
what she would be like would she
like them? Would she laugh with
them? Be interested? Want to do
the millions of things thev wanted
to do?
They met her, she smiled, she
talked about their plans, their work,
their homes, she seemed to want to
know them better.
And then, oh, joy! She said she
would take them, she would be their
guardian. They had waited so long;
they had tried so hard to find some
one, and now it was settled and
another new Camp Fire group is in
the process of formation.
A Scare.
Fly Irene Hanson. Age 13 Tears, west
Point, Neb.
Dear Busy Bees: This is mv sec
ond letter to the Bee Hive. Now I
will begin my story. One morning
my uncles came to our place and
stayed till evening. It was one of
the week days of school. My small
est sister went, to school and I
stayed home that day. My cousin
came along. So my cousin and I
decided to go and meet my sister on
the way from school. So we thought
we would dress up like gypsies tor
we knew we would scare her. We
dressed up in long raggy clothes.
My cousin made his face black with
soot and we met her on the road.
She didn't see us before we were
right up to her. .She was frightened
at seeing us. She didn't know that
it was us, tor my cousin was with
me. She ran up near to the fence
and walked fast by, and started to
run. We turned around and started
to walk back. She thought we were
running after her. She began to
run real fast. My cousin called out;
she heard us and was frightened.
Wre told her that it was us. She
thought it was gypsy children, who
were. lost. She said she never was
so frightened in her life. This was
a great scare on her. Will close my
letter. It is long enough.
passing over their heads. They fired
in the hopes of bagging a goose for
breakfast.
But the light was so hazy the bul
lets missed, and Peggy, Billy, the
King and Blue Goose flew to a safe
distance, though not until the King
had honked Billy's message to the
goslings, telling them Peggy and
Billy were coming to help them.
'Next week will be told how Vi pey nnd
Billy help the young wild geese to fly.)
My Pets.
Mary Dick. Aged 10, North Platte, Neb.
Dear Busv Bees: I have a cat
and dog. They are very fond of
each other. They play together all
the time. My cat takes care of my
dog just as though he was a little
kitten. The cat washes his face
and grooms him up every day. His
name is Fido, and the cat's name
is Taby. I will close my letter
and hope to see it on the Busy
Bee page.
Little Birds.
By Mildred Adams, Aged 10. Omnha, Neb.
Dear Busy Bees: One day there
were some little birds that sang and
sang. They sang so sweet; but one
day they fell out of their nest. I am
in the Third B. My teacher's name
is Miss Mann. I will close.
Moonbeam Visits the Under
Ground Home of the
Chipmunk Family
"I should think you would feel
very proud of this store-room, Sam
my," said Moonbeam, as she gazed
around the shelves of food in
Sammy Chipmunk's house. '"It is
perfect. No wonder you are always
busy.
"Some night next winter, just
after dark, I am coming down to
have supper with you. To think of
the days and days you have spent
collecting all this food."
"It takes more time, Moonbeam,
than one would think, from merely
looking at the shelves, because we
have to look around closely for just
the things we need the most.
"A Chipmunk will never carry any
perishable food to his Dci for he
knows too well, that it will soon
spoil in his under-ground house. r,
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i ins is wny you see us examine
nuts so carefully before placing
them in our cheek pouches. We
can tell without cracking one
whether it is good or bad, and we
have never made a mistake yet.
"If you look closely at the nuts
on the shelf you will find the sharp
points at the tops gone too. We
knaw them away before we put them
in our cheek pouches.
Indeed we are not going to have
our checks pricked, and our paws
torn by those sharp points. Don't
you ever believe it!
"We can carry four nuts at once.
One in each cheek pouch, one in
our mouth, and another between our
teeth see.
And Sammy Chipmunk went
through the performance of "Chip
munk Packing" for Moonbeam.
With his paws he placed one nut
in the deep pouch on either side of
his cheeks.
When the first was safely packed
away, he pulled his mouth away
with one of 'his paws and with the
other packed in a second nut. An
other was similarly packed in his
mouth, while a fourth he held be
tween his teeth. By now his mouth
was stuffed so fuil, he could not
speak a word. Moonbeam laughed
right out, for he looked exactly as
if he had the mumps.
Curiosity soon got the better of
Sammy's visitor, and she began to
peer into the adjoining room.
Sammy was a very curious person
himself, and so he appreciated this
feeling in Moonbeam. Quickly he
unpacked the nuts, placed them
properly on the shelf, and then con
ducted his guest through the house.
The next room they visited was
the nursery.
It was full of babies snugly cud
dled away -in cradles made of the
soft green moss and leaves.
"Mother Chipmunk is out playing
and gathering food," quickly chirped
the children.
"She said," continued the young
est, "that she was going to call on
the neighbor who had just built a
new house under the Beech Tree."
"Maybe she will stay for supper
that is, it she is asked," chirped an
other voice from the nest.
Sammy's children had the same
beautiful tails as Sammy. They
were simply perfect, not a hair miss
ing any place, and, like their father
also, they were well groomed. Their
fur was combed faultlessly, with
every hair in its place, and their
backs were as shiny as polished
brass. You could not see a worn
r M
spot or a speck of dust anywhere oi
their coats.
"Living under the ground- and
hopping here and there through' dir
ty grasses and trees never seem tc
ruffle a hair," Moonbeam thought to
herself. This fact made a great im
pression on her and she immediate
ly asked Sammy how it could be.
"Well," answered Sammy, "it wai
always a puzzle to me, too, until
your mother, the Moon, told me
why.
"One night she was very full,
rounder than I had ever before seen
her, and in this phase she seemed
very near to earth. So 1 just de
cided to find out, then and there,
many things I wished very much to
know.
Your question was one of them.
" 'Animals,' she said, 'who live in
the wild state are always beautiful
and well groomed, and when these
same animals are tamed they lose
their grace and beauty, their sylvan
airiness and their delicacy.'
"This is because, Sammy, Mother
Nature made them for the wild, and
when Man comes in and breaks her
la.v the poor little animal pays the
price.
"Every person, dear Sammy, who
breaks this great law of nature pays
the price, whether it be a human be
ing or an animal.
"If the little children of earth
break Mother Nature's law and will
not sleep, they are unhappy and
irritable, and when they eat what
they should not thev become ill
Mother Nature is making them pay
the price.
"But the animals of earth, Sammy,
love these glorious beautiful laws
Mother Nature made.
It is a sad sight, Sammy, for when
the glorious, wonderful law is
broken the little animals' souls are
hurt they become unhappy, they
lose their spirit, then their beauty,
for anyone who is unhappy cannot
be beautiful, or as Mother Nature
intended. She made all things to be
both happy and beautiful."
Moonbeam was greatly interested
in Sammy Chipmunk's story, but she
vms getting very nervous, for she
thought it must be near to Dawn.
"It is so dark in here," she .said,
"that I cannot see when mv light
grows dim. That is the only way
I have of knowing when I must be
off."
She excused herself most gracious
ly and hurried away. Sammy ac
companied her to the front door, to
await Mrs. Chipmunk's return.
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Millions of Boys
Are Influenced by
Scouts of America
Millions of boys have' been in
fluenced by the Boy Scout move
ment, says James E. West, Chief
Scout executive, in his annual re
port on the Boy Scouts of America.
He states that the one and a quarter
millions of boys who have taken
the Scout eoth and law during the
last 10 years have influenced large
Dot Puzzle
When Everything
Seems To Go Wrong
"When it rains and you hoped
'twould be pleasant;
When the thread knots up in
your sewing;
When you're asked at a tea to be
present,
And toothache keeps you from
going.
When all things look hopeless
and dreary
And joy seems turned into sor
row, Don't fret, hut smile and be
cheery
Perhaps there'll be sunshine tomorrow!"
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numbers of their friends.
The National Court of Honor
awarded 304 gold, silver and bronze
medals for deeds of heroism during
the last nine years. '
Scouting courses have been placed
on the programs of a number of
schools and colleges in the United
States. Men are trained to lead
boys. (A Scout leaders training
course under the auspices of Creigh
ton university was given a year ago
and one was given by the University
of Nebraska last winter).
American Legion posts, churches,
religious societies, labor unions and
many other organizations have en
dorsed Scouting and sponsored
troops of boys.
Sea scouting, teaching seamanship,
Scout Legions and the Pine Tree
patrol movement have helped keep
the older boy in the organization.
Mr. West closes his report with a
list of 11 men who have been mem
bers of the national executive board
since 1913.
All things are ready, if our mind
be so. Shakespeare.
Wise fellows get a good laugh
whenever there's a reason, fools
laugh -when there isn't.
It's easy to tell a country boy from
a city boy. One sows the seeds of
an egg-plant, the other takes the fruit
and puts it under a hen to hatch.
What is the difference between a
hill and a pill? One is hard to get
up, the other is hard to get down.
To be afraid before danger is pru
dence, to be afraid during danger is
cowardice.
Which is the fastest runner, heat
or cold? Heat, because you can
catch cold.
Don't monkey with a buzz-saw,
not unless you're right well ac
quainted. There's a bunch of fellows who
'talk a lot about what they are going
to do in college. But they aren t
doing much in high school.
Our acts our angels are, or good or
ill.
Our fatal shadows that walk by us
still. Fletcher.
Place three 2s together so as to
make 24. (AuO 22 plus 2 equals 24.
There's a lot of work involved in
locking after one's own business.
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