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    THE OMAHA SUNDAY BEE; SEPTEMBER 5, 1920.
,f Page for The Bee's Busy Little Honey Makers
Stories by Our Little Folks
(Prized
Being Useful.
"How can I ever be anything in
this world or be useful in any way,"
sighed a little lame boy of about 12
years. "I thought I would be a sol
dier when I grew up, but how can I
after falling on that ice and break
ing my legs, I'm glad I saved Mary,
though. Now, there goes Jim, the
washwoman's boy. I'd rather be
strong and poor like he is than rich
and useless as I am. I wish I had
some way to help somebody." After
thinking a while, "I have it," he
cried, "Why can't I teach Jim. He
doesn t go to school. I'm going to
call him in and see if he'll let me."
Hearing a rap on the window, Jim
looked up and saw that he was
wanted. -The door opened and Jim
came in. The lame boy was very
eager, so he plunged right into the
subject in his mind. After listening
carefully Jim said, "If I only had
money to pay you. but I have none.
If I had I would go to regular
school, but you see I can't." "You
won't ,have to pay me anything. I
have nothing else to do," said the
lame boy, eagcrly.1 "Oh, would you
do it for me?" exclaimed Jim. "I'd
be so happy." "Then I will," replied
, the boy. I can be useful, he thought.
( Violet Goff, 10 years, Nebraska
rCity, Neb.
(Honorable Mention.)
Lost in the Woods.
There was once a, boy who al
ways went away without permis
sion. Some day he went away end
nobody knew ,of it. He wandered
and wandered till he found himself
in a large woods. By and by iT
grew dark and he could not find his
way home., He then lay down and
fell asleep. Johnny awoke in the
morning at his usual time and
looked around. Three stood a man
.with a long white beard. He asked
Johnny, "From where do you come?"
ohnny told ' him the wTiole story
and the man said, "Come with me
and I will take you home." He
took Johnny to his home and gave
him some breakfast. Then he said:
"Now I will take you home." In
the meantime at home Johnny's par
ents were aroused and hunted for
him. Soon the man and Johnny
came near the city and there they
met Johnny's parents. They took
Johnny and thanked tfie man for
his kindness and gave him money
for his trouble. Then the man went
back to his home in the woods.
Johnny and-his parents went home.
Johnny promised that he would
never go away again without per
mission. Mayme E. Dobey, 12
Years, Schuyler, Neb.
Second Letter.
Dear Busy Bees: This is my sec
ond letter. One summer when
school was closed I went to grand
ma's for a month. 1 helped her with
the work, and after we were through
with our work I played with my
cousins and some neighbor girls.
Mamma says if I want to take music
lessons I will have to stay at ,home
this summer. My brother and I are
going to help mamma take, care of
some flowers we are going to plant.
Ruth Heckmam, 10 years, Friend,
Neb.
Likes Our Stories.
Dear Busy ,Bees: I am going to
write to you.' This is the first time
1 have written to you. I am going
to send you something. We like the
storieSy I am Visiting my Aunt
j Grace in Lincoln now. 4 bought my
, brother and myself a tablet today.
, We had an ice crcan soda up town
today. Maybe my dady is going
to Columbus to hunt us a house.
We will move there. Will write
some more later. Will close for
this time. Your friend. Hcnriette.
A Fifth Grader.
Dear Busy Bees: This is my first
letter to you. I am 9 years old
and in the fifth grade at ,school. I
have one sister and five brothers.
I have a pet cat. As my letter is
getting long, I will close. Eliza
beth Mahloch, 9 Years. DeWitt.
Neb.
The Tornado.
This is the first titnt I have writ
t; n to 'you. 'I read the Busy Bee's
page every Sunday.
I want to tell you about the tor
nado that went through here about
two years ago.
Jt was ncarly"5 o'clock on a Sat
urday afternoon in May. We were
all standing in the door watching it
hail when my papa came home and
said to hurry over to the garage, for
there was 'a cyclone coming. When
we got into the garage the tornado
had gone past, taking the Lutheran
church, which is near the outckirts
of the town, off the foundation, and
ruining a very pretty farm home
about half a mile farther on. It would
take a long time to tell you about
all of the damage it did. My cousin
was here that day and intended to
sVay a week with me. She was aw-
i fully worried; for ' her father had
started home about a half hour be
fore. He stopped in a farm' house
and nut his team in the barn. He
' never iound all of the wagon, one
horse was, down to the creek and the
other had gone home. They were
grav horses and my uncle said it
took a long time before he could get
them curried clean again. I hope
we don't have any more tornadoes
this?' summer. Hazel Wilcox, 12
ycarfc, Clearwater. w'
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Twelve-Syllable Rhyme.
Helwho learns
To obey
Will command .
The right way. '
One Sunday Afternoon.
Dear Busy Bees: One Sunday aft
ernoon in summer we decided to
go to Boelus and fish. It was the
third time I ever went fishing but
never fished, but this time I did. We
jtid not take any lunch as we thought
we would not stay Jong. We first
went to town and then to the river,
The first place we went to, we didn't
catch any fish, so we took the car
and went further on. There we
struck a good place, for quite a num-
Der -or people were-nsning ana an
had quite a number of large fish
there was a bridge and we sat
there and, fished. Papa caught the
first fish and mamma the second and
third. Later on I took the fishline
and sat upon a cement stone that
extended into the water. The water
there was about 20 feet deep and
when I got a bite I lost my balance
and nearly fell into the water. Then
I got off because I was afraid 1
might really fall in. Papa nearly
fell into the water while he walked
across the log from one side of the
bank to the other, but he caught
hold of a wire and got off the log.
We stayed there quite long till it
was nearly dark and then came
homcv- We had gathcre.d many bou
quets of wild flowers that smelled
very nice. When we came home we
ate supper then went to the show.
We felt very tired but we certainly
had a good time. Well, as my let
ter is getting long I will close. I
think the "Children's Page" is a
very interesting page for children
especially. I will soon write again
to this nage. Bridget Pawloski, 12
Years, Farwell, Neb.
The Summer's Wardrobe.
Summer it is here with dress of
green:
The flowers' gaudy robes are plain to
. be seen.
The sky above has a gown of blueti
The rainbow's ribbon a delicate blue.
See the blossoming trees
Swaying in the breeze,
Around which the bees are lurking;
Hear the birds chirping.
We know merry spring is here,
Also the flowers, which to us are so
dear.
See the blossoming trees;
Hear the hummine bees.
Margaret P. Smith, 11 years, Fre
mont, Neb.
A Vision.
Last evening, as I sat in my easv
chair beside the fireplace, a peace
ful feeling came over me. Suddenly,
soft rays of light, all colors of the
rainbow, tinted the room. As I
gazed into the cheerful fire, soft
strains of mu; ic caught my ear. I
looked in the direction ifrom whence
it came, and a vision arose. A love
lier sight I have never seen. I he
figure, a beautifui young girl, was
robed in a gewn of white satin,
made like the old Grecian type. Her
Titian hai. p; rted on the side, was
clasped from her face by tiny dia
mond barrettes. and hung in large,
loore curls reaching her shoulders.
Her arms, hnnds and teet were
tinted a warm, soft rose. Her face!
No words can describe it. All the
rwectness. dearness and purity of
girlhood shone uoon it. Her soft.
hazel eyes spoke sincerity and truth
from their deepest depths.- As I
gazed, I kneW that only an angel
could tiavc such beauty with sincer
ity. I started! Yesl It was Mar
garet my own Margaret! My own
little daughter! She glided toward
me softly. "Daddy." she called, and
held her- hands toward me. "Mar
garet, little daughter!" I cried, and
ran to meet her. Good-by, daddy;
take good care of mother,", and she
vanished. I rlutched the open air,
then slow.y turned back to my
chair. "Oh. Gcd," I prayed, "please
send that vision again.
KATHRYN. REEVES.
12 years, Onawa, la.
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"Now home to the city, forschootT?rCy
Goodbye to the holidays, frolic and Cr
The little folks murmur together, s?f -S'X
'Oh, dear.' , S-..-J
The summer is gone" till another V1
long year. xrdi'
"Vacation is over and lessons have
come, , j
Grave, history, grammar and long J
weary sum, ,
,j To puzzle and trouble and baffle the
f5 brain,
fiSs "vs over the pags we linger again.
. "But, though we may grumble and
We cannothelp feeling a little" bit
Why Does an Apple Turn
Brown When Cut?
The reason is that when vou cut
an apple the exposure to the air of
the inside of the apple causes a
chemicaPchange to take place, due
to the effect the oxygen in the air
has on what is scientifically known
as the enzymes iu the apple, or
what are commonly called the "fer
ments." When the pcl is unbroken
it protects the inside of the apple
against this action by the oxygen.
The brown color happens to be due
t6 the chemical action. The action
is similar to the action of the air on
wet or damp iron or steel, in which
case we call it rust. From the Book
of Wonders.
The Monkeys and the Bell
And the Memory-Man said:
A Thief, having stole a Bell, was,
while running away with his booty,
caught and devoured by a Tiger. A
band of Monkeys, having found the
Bell, ran away with it in the trees.
The people of the town hearing the
Bell, grew superstitious and declared
that it was a sign that a giant was
devouring a man and ringing his Bell
for dinner.
A certain poor Woman, however,
finding that all her neighbors were
leaving, determined '"to investigate
this noise, and found that the Bell
was being rung by Monkeys.
So she went to the Rajah arid of
fered to silence the giant.
The Rajah gave her money with
which the Woman bought some fruit
and,strwed it on the ground in the
wood. The lonk'eys dropped the
Bell in order; to grab the truit, and
the Woman took away the Bell and
showed it to the Rajah, who gave
her a pension.
Many people are frightened by the
sound of a thing who would not be
frightened of the thing itself.
R.-W.
' A New Bee.
Dear Busy Bees: This is my first
letter. I am writing to vou. I
wood like to join your club. I am
10 years old. I am. in the fifth room
at school. I live at the edge :of
town. My teacher's name, is Miss
Fetterman. We have 36 chickens
and one cow. I have a little friend
who would like to join your club.
I play basket ball every Saturday
at 3 p. m Carolyn Ladwig, Hebron,
Neb.
6
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and you'll outline
Caroline.
Una through tht dota btfluning at fig
First Letter. ,
Dear Busy Bees: This is my first
letter to you. I am a little girl 8
years old. My teacher's name , is
Miss Woulf. I have a Shetland
pony; his name is Billy. How many
of the young readers have camped
at the state fair J We did last year.
I hope we can this year. too. My
great grandpa celebrated his 90th
birthday yesterday. I have a little
baby brother about two and one
half years old. He can speak about
20 little pieces and sing part of sev
eral songs. He is sure cute. I en
joy reading the Busy Bees' letters
very much. I have two sisters old
er than myself. I will write a story
next time I write. Henrietta Bode,
8 Years, Friend, Neb.
The Brook.
Little brook! Little brook! Where
do you roam?
Up through the pasture and round
by my home?
No! Down through the meadow,
and round the big hill.
Till you come to the lake that is so
great and still.
But
little brook! Little brook!
Where is your home?
Down by the river and round where
vou roam:
Oh!
It's in the great ocean
with
castles of foam,
And lots of large ships, so that is
your home.
Louise Reese, 12 years, Randolph,
Neb. -
Cats Hold City Offices
Owing to the large numbers of
rats that have appeared in Paris
since the war, the city government
has employed "official cats" to keep
the city offices and museums free
from rodents. Their pay is not mu
nificent, about $2.50 a year, in. food,
but then, no new classes of labor
hwho break into the industrial field
are ever highly paid at the start.
So what can a cat expect? - ;
These cats can earn, their salaries.
The city is overrunwith rats, and
the war has sadly depleted the cat
ranks. Cats .were eaten during the
siege of Paris in the Franco-Prussian
war, but during the late war
the necessity for this did not arise.
Possible means of eliminating the
rats have been discussed by officials,
but as yet no effective plan has been
adopted to keep down their increase.
Officials of the American Red Cross
Qrt duty in Paris have investigated
the. matter and have come to the
conclusion that about the only ade
quate rat catchers have been the cats,
but that the cat forces are greatly
outnumbered by their hereditary
enemies. Uur .Dumb Animals.
The Lady Moon.
Dear Busy Bees: This is my first
story to the Busy Bees page.
Oh! Lady Moon, your horns point
toward the cast, with your beautiful
face toward me. A poor little beg
gar like me. Oh! why is it that I
am so lonely until I see your beau
tiful face in the sky; then I do not
feel so lonely. Oh, why? Last
night as I lay in my bed I glanced
out through the window at you and
1 thought of how lovely it would be
to be a child of the moon. A dear lit
tle Moonbeam on high. I would
carry a message straight up to the
stars, then carry them back down
again. Oh! the Lord has only to
pity a poor little beggar like me.
Bernice Kelley, 10 years, Haigler,
Neb..,
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Dick EM Writes;
Working in Panama
The Boys' division recived a let
ter this week from Richard F. Ellis,
assistant boys' work secretary at the
"Y" last year, who is now rwith his
parents in Panama. Ellis had a won
derful trip down and spent several
days at Haiti. ( He has been over the
canal and has enjoyed a couple of
fishing trips on the Pacific ocean.
He expects to go to work soon
for the government on the canal and
anticipates having a wonderful time
there for the next two years. Dick
wanted to be remembered to all the
"Y" boys whom he learned to know
so w-ell and any boys who want to
write to him can address him at Box
113. Pedro Miguel, Canal Zone,
Panama
In praise of the Peanut
The" peahut used to be regarded
jnerely a the trimming for the cir
dis. Since the war it has become
a valuable food product. Salad oils,
oleomargarine, soap and cooking
compounds are now made of pea
jiuts. One company timidly exoeri-
pmentfd with a carload of peanuts 10
years ago. .ow it consumes an
nually 300 carloads. Last year 12
southern states planted ocanuts on
1,251,000 acres and grw a crop
worth $80,000,000. A peanut grower
used to throw up his hat with joy
when he received $1 a bushel. Now
he hems and h,aws when $2.50 is
offered for a choice crop. The De
partment of Agriculture is now
making scientific studies to discover
the best varieties of peanuts for par
ticular purposes and to develop the
best marketing systems. Popular
Science Monthly.
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Twilight.
Day is dying in the west,
Night sets her evening lamps in
the sky;
All the birds have cone to rest,
The moon will be up by and by.
While the deepening shadows fall
From tha stillness the whippoorwill's
' cal1 .
Mingles with the night hawk's cry
And tire solemn old moon seems to
shut.one eye.
One by one little stars go to test;
The moon shuts his other eye
And. soon is out of sight at best.
The first streak of dawn shows in
the sky.
Eulah Johnsen, 12 years, Crcigh
ton, Neb.
A Terrible Fate.
Dear Busy Bees: Once upon a
time there lived a girl who was very
bad and wicked. She would not do
any work for her mother and let her
sister do it all. One day she said
she was going to seek her fortune.
She tiavelcd into tiie wood till she
came to a witch house and then the
witch came out and turnd her into
a log of wood and flung her into the
fire, where she was burned to ashes.
I wish some of the Busy Bees would
v.-rite to me, for I will "answer them
gladly. Henrietta Tiafks, 12, Years,
McClelland, la.
, Conundrums.
When Is a river like a violin? When It
is bridged.
What will make files inqulsite? S will
muke spiel of them.
If a person is suffering from a d incline
what covering should he use? A couter
pane (counter pain).
Why is the whole at anything worth a
dollar? Because foui quarters are always
worth fine dollar.
When you speak of a bank of a small(
stream why to do you hint that tho
stream itself is sorrowful? Because you
sav the brook side (siclied).
Why should a housekeeper never put the
letter M Into her refrigerator .' Because
It will conver it into mice.
A Hint to Scholars.
A dear little dunce of a girl, Aunt
Eliza,
Dreamed that she
Common Divisor
dined
on the
They ate up the rule
She had studied at school,
And at once she began to griw
rapidly wiser. A. M. P.
For
T" Open House for
All Boy 8 Important
Event -of the Year
"The biggest thing that, has ever
happened in Omaha for boys" will
take place from Friday this week,
September 10 until Saturday, Sep
tember 25, when every school boy
in Omaha above 12 years of age
is invited to come to the Y. M. C. A.
for a great time. It is the annual
open house for boys and over 2.S00
boys are expected to attend.
Arrangements have been made to
take care of every boy that comes,
no matter how many, and all will
have a wonderful time. The whole
bovs' division will be put at their
disposal, and the visitors will reism
supreme for 14 days. They will be
given all privileges of the boys' di
vision from the reading room and
victrola to the gymnasium and swim
ming pool. ,
The boys will come-'according to
the school which they attend, a dav
being reserved for each school. Two
or three schools will come each after
noon at ,4 o'clock and will compete
against each other in athletic events
in the gym and swimming pool.
N. J. Weston, the "Y's" popular
physical director will be in charge
of the games and athletics in the
gymnasium and pool and has a
wonderful new lineup of athletic
events for the boys. Ira W. Tones,
the physical director of the Omaha
Public schools will co-operate in the
open house program and will be
present each day to help show the
boys a good time. C. ' C. Weigel
anil R. D. Hicks, assistant physical
directors will assist in taking care of
the boys. ' "
At 4 o'clock each, day the fun will
start, when the lads will slide down
the brass pole from the boys' divi
sion to the gymnasium below, and
will start on the athletics and game,s
there. There will be an hour of
continuous fun and good time in the
competition to see which of the sev
eral schools that day is the best.
The winning school each day comes
back on Saturday afternoon, Septem
ber 25, to compete with all the
winners each day for the champion
ship. A fine felt banner will be given
to the boys who win the champion
ship. Conaeqiienepa.
"A aunbeam earrleil a Valerltlne
To -an icicle' youngest-daughter,
When ead to aay,
She fainted away, '
On anount of the ahock and the
heat of tha day, ,
And fell In a .pool of water." .
By Anna M. Pratt.
I I r r a
The Hero.
In the year of 1918, while var'w;as
going on with Germany, dogs were
useful as well as soldiers. There
was a soldier walking along a street
in New York City when he saw a
boy abusing a dog. The soldier tak
ing' ptty on the dog picked it up,
took it to camp- and dressed its
wounds. Bob, for that was the sol
dier's name, and the dog became
great friends. The rest of the sol
diers in camp, made fun df the dog
and abused it. Some weeks later
the word came to sail for France.
Bob took his dog with him. The
dog even went to the trenches with
him. The soldiers were only in the
trenches three days when the Ger
mans were gaining on them. The
only way for safety was to reach
the soldiers a mile back in trenches.
As there was no way of reaching
them they were in despair when Bob
thought of his dog and how he had
trained him to carry messages for
him. The dog was brought forth
and. message in mouth, he started
forth mi his errand. The soldiers
then sent the other soldiers to aid
them. The American soldiers came
in time-to save the day. The vic
tory was theirs. But the hero was
a dog which hadt been abusej.
kicked and laughed at. Hazel
Clugey, 14 YcarsJI'latt'smouth, Neb.
Loves Pinky.
Dear Busy. Bees: I would like
to join your Busy Hive, kam in
the sixth grade at school. I have
a pet cat. j call him "Pinky." Every
night he jumps upon the window
sill and 1 let him in. Then about
8 o'clock he waits at the door to
get out to the barn. Well I must
close for this time, hoping some of
the Busy Bees will write to me.
Fay Jahner, Modalc. Ia..
A New Bee.
Dear Busy Bees: This is my first
!et'er.
Mistress Mary quite contrary how
- does your garden grow?
WMh silver bolls and Cockle shells
and pretty maids in a row.
, Mildred Rankin,
the Live Boys of Omaha
Following the fun in the gymna
sium there will be a long swim for
all the boys in the pool. The boys
will be under the supervision of
trained men from the time that they
enter the building until they leave,
and everything will be done to make
every boy enjoy himself to the ut
most. Everything will be free 'to the vis
itors, and boys need bring nothing
to the "Y" but themselves. Towels
and soap will be furnished them
free, and there will be boy leaders
present to help the men in charge
direct the boys so that they may get
the most pleasure out of their after-
noon.
Following the swim, there will be
games in the boys game room, and
the boys will be allowed to look
around and sec just what, there is
to interest the boys m the fine club
rooms on the second floor of the
building at Sevciitcccnth and Har
ney streets.
The only rules in regard to the
open house t are simply that boys
must conic with their schools. Each
group will tompete as a. school
against the others.
E. E. Mickle wright, boys' work
secretary of the Y M. C. A., is in
charge of the plans for the open
house, and says that .this year will
be the best that-the "Y" has ever
had. Some 1,800 lads visited last
year at this time and it is confidently
expected that over 2,500 different
boys will take part this next week.
Mac Returnsx From
Automobile Tour
Mac Ohman, assistant boys' work
secretary of the Y. M. C. A., 're
turned this week from a month's
automobile tour of the east with Mr.
Flower, general secretary of the "Y,"
Mac is busy telling the boys of
his trip and of the wonderful sights
which he saw while away. He says
lhat he is glad to get back, though,
and is ready forXcntral High school
to start Tuesday. Mac will be
a junior in Central this year and will
still continue with his duties here
in the afternoons and on Saturdays
as he did last year. -
Frank Bunnell, who has been work
ing as assistant in the boys' division
this summer, has1 finished his work
and has left for Camp Sheldon with
the Hi-Y fellows.
He will be a senior at Central
High this year and is captain of
Company D. Frank has made many
friends at the "Y" this summer and
he will be missed this fall. He will
still keep his interest in the work
with boys and will be a leader of
one of the younger boys' Bible
study grPS th's season.
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Nightingales Popular as
Cage Birds, But Die '
Early in Captivity
By MARGARET M'SHANE.
(Forty-seventh Story ef the Night.)
Philomela stared for a full minute
at Father Nightingale asleep on the
nest. i
Then without a word of explana
tion or apology she spread her
wings and flew off into the thickest
depths of thd underbrush.
Moonbeam roused herself to start
in swift pursuit, but before you
could say Jack Robinson Philomela
had returned
There she ktood beside the nest,
a huge bunchof sft green moss
banging heavily from her 'bill, j
Stooping quietly over the sleep
ing bird, sheynade the sofetest pil
low you ever saw out of the green
texture and . then placed Father
Nightingale's aching head very ten
derly in the middle of it.
Mr. Nightingaje never blinked an
eye oruttered a' single Sound while
Philomela soothed the hurt head. He
was jist too weak to talk or to
move." !
Mrs. Nightingale seated herselt
once more beside Moonbeam, and,
speaking very proudly, she told her
many things.
"We have always' been greatly
sought after for cage birds. Moon
beam. Oh, yes, indeed, we have!
More money has been spent on us
for this purpose thart any other sing
er of Birdland. .
"It is a well known' fact, however,
that if anyone takes a NiKhtincale
after he has met his sweetheart he
will quickly' die. The grief of sep
aration will kill him. However if
they catch him before his ladv love
arrives from the South, then he will
live for a while, possibly until the
molting time, but that time will al
ways prove fatal.
Scarcely one Nightingale in ten.
Moonbeam, has ever survived the
first year of captivity.
You sec, my friend, we love the
open and the wild, and our song is
a song of desire, for this wild, and
the affections of our sweethearts.
This is why our tones are sometimes
very, very melancholy and then again
light-hearted and free.
Philomela stopped speaking tor a
minute and looked fondly at the
nest. Then she added in a mst
disgusted tone of voice:
How can a creature of earth ex
pect us to live, sing and be happy
far away from the only two things
we exist 'for?"
"Of course you could not," broke
in Moonbeam, "Mother Nature
never intended you to live away
from the things ydu love the most.
She wishes everyone to be ttuly
happy always.
"If the wise men of earth would
realize this. study and follow
Mother Nature's wonderful laws
they would not have so many disap
pointments, and the world would be
a happy place. Bit Philomela, I
have never seen a single one of your
relatives. Have you not any cousins
here in the copse?"
"We have no near relatives.
Moonbeam, but we are members of
'.he Thrush Family you know, the
Wilson Thrush, the Hermit Thrush
and the Wood Thrush.
"They are all distant cousins of
Local Hi-Y Boys
In Camp at Sheldon
The Omaha Hi-Y camp of fifty
older high school boys from the
three Omaha high schools, is prog
rcsing in fine shape at Camp
Sheldon, the state Y. M. C. A. camp
at Columbus. The boys left at 4:25
p. m. Thursday in a special car over
the Union Pacific, and the camp
opened at supper that night.
L. C, Oberlies of Lincoln, member
of the State Board of Control and
the best known man - in Nebraska
among high school boys, opened the
camp at the camp fire on Thursday
night with an inspirational talk
which challenged every boy there
to do things this year in a big way.
Mr. Oberlies spoke again Friday
morning at the conference address
hour and again 'Friday night at the
ctmp fire. His final talk wasiven
yesterday, morning.
Dwight N. Lewis of Des Moines,
chairman of the lowa State Railway
commission, arrived in camp yester
day, and gave his first talk at the
camp fire last -night. 'He will give
the address at the church service
this morning, and will close the
camp tomorrow night. Mr. Lewis
is a wonderful speaker, and has spok
en at camps all over the middle
west to high school boys.
J. H. Beveridge, superintendent of
schools and chairman of the Boys'
work Committee of the Y. M. C. A,r
arrived in camp yesterday -evening
and will be there all day todayJ
SDeakiiifir to the, bovs this afternooin
on the subject of "Leadership".
Dr,' Frank G. Smith of the First
Central Congregational church will
speaking to the boys this afternoon
and will speak at the camp fire to
night and again tomorrow morn,ng.
The camp is composed of Omaha
boys only and is under the direction
of E. E. Micklewright, boys' work
secretary of the Omaha Y. M. C. A.
E. M. Baber. associated state sec
retary of the Y. M. C. A., is in charge
of the business management of the
c-tmp, N. J. Weston is in tamp as
thysical director, and George W.
Campbell is there as song and devo
tional leader. J. G. Masters and E.
E. McMillan of Central Hip;h school
and R. M. Marrs of South High are
spending the week end in the camp
with the boys.
The idea of the camp is to bring
the leaders in the Hi-Y work of the
Omaha High schools together for
a conference camp where plans tor
the year's work of the clubs can be
formulated and the 'work really
started. Omaha has some of the
best Hi-Y work in the country last
ritllfinielA Soothes the Invalid.
ours, and each a most magnificent
singer.
On special occasions and festivi
ties of Birdland these three sing
in trio, andwhen they do, their
song is the most superb thing you
ever listened to.
"Sometimes between 3 and 4
o'clock in the early morning, if the
Night lifts her veil a little, Cousin
Wood Thrush will sing, but this
happens very, very seldom.
"Yfiii see they are all daylight
folks.';
Noises, coming through the
thicket drowned the words of Phil
omela.
They were the voices of the jolly
Night Breezes skipping home, for it'
was near to the coming of Day.
Moonbeam beckoned io the chat
ring Breezes to wait for her.
Saying goodbye to Philomela and
Father Nightingale, she sailed off
with them to her home in the blue
arch of Heaven.
Philomela waved goodbye with her
wing, until Moonbeam was far on
her way.
Then she sat guard bV the side of
the Vanquished and sailg her sweet
est melody to the coming Dawn.
I'm (clad that
Grandma'! specs
uon i grow j
Fa ft on her heaif,
for then, you
Know,
1 couldn't rven hunt around.
And hrtnff 'em to her "when they're
found.
Then only think wliat f nhould misa
A mll. a "Thnnk You," and a
A Young Traveler.
Dear Busy Bees: This is my
first letter to you. If you like it I
will write you again. I am 8 years
old. When..I was a baby I lived in
Missoula, Moirt.; then we moved to
Redlands, Cal., where I lived four
years. When I was' 3 years old one
day I ran away from home with my
trike, which I left downtown, and
got on a San Bernardino car. 'The
conductor did not sec me until we
were out of town, so they took me
all the way. 10 miles, and back to
Redlands. My Daddy and mother
phoned to San Bernardino station,
a store man told daddy he saw a
little boy get on the car. He was
waiting for me when I got back and
did not spank me. Then we moved
to Los Angeles, then to Hermoss
Beach, then back to Montana, then
to New York, then to Lincoln, Neb.
1 have lived in four states. I like
California best of all, I love the
beaches, the flowers, the oranges
and the sun. I have two little sis
ters and two little brothers. My
daddy has a typewriter and I can
write with it. , I wrote this letter all
myself. 8 years, Lincoln, Neb.
year and it promises to be even bet
ter this year.
Stuart Edgerly is president of the
club at Central High school, Nev
ille Ogden of the Commerce club,
and Joe Shainholz of the South
High club. The membership of the
clubs last year Was 400 boys, prac
tically all of them over 16 years of
age.
Hi-Y Presidents
Spend Summer in
Different Places
The presirents of the three Omaha
Hi-1 clubs have been enjoying their
summer vacations in various
and in entirely different ways. Only
one of them has been in Omaha for
the summer and the others hav
been scattered.
Stuart Edgerly, president of the
Hi-Y club of Central High school,
and cadet major this next year, ha:
been spending a month at Lake
Minnewaska, at Glenwood, Minn.,
with his father and friends there.
He has just returned and has been
telling wonderful stories of the fish
ing and swimming there and his coat
of tan surely looks like he had been
enjoying outdoor living while there.
Joelewis , Shainholz, president of
South Omaha High school, has been
working since school closed in June
and will take his only vacation at
the Omaha Hi-Y amp at Columbus
from September 2 to 6. "Joe" has
been working at two jobs this sum
mer and has had little time to him
self. He has had. lots of time to
be working up his plans for his club
this year and promises the best
year's work yet in the South High
club. He has been working at the
packing house during the daytime
a"nd at the Nicholas oil station on
Seventeenth and Howard streets in
the evenings until 9 o'clock. Joe
says he is "rearing to go." and can
hardly wait until the Jrii-Y. season
oucns in October.
Neville Ogden. the Commerce
club's president, is spending th
summer working at Denver. In a
letter received a few days ago he
says that he plans to work right up
until the time for the Hi-Y camp to
start. He is enjoying the summer'
in Colorado and is also enthused
over the prospects of a fine year'i
work in Commerce High for the
Hi-Y club.
All of these boys, together with
?0 other leading high school boys
from the three schools, will spend
the five days, September 2 to 6, in
elusive, together in a Hi-Y confer,
ence camp at Camp Sheldon, Colum
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