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About Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922 | View Entire Issue (July 3, 1921)
THE BEE; OMAHA SUN 3,1921 Stories by Little Folks (Prize) The Selfish Girl. I know two little sisters whose names are Ida and Jeanie. Ida is 7, and is a very kind, good girl. Jennie is 5. She is cross and selfish and always doing something to tease some one. Everybody loves Ida and all of her playmates like to have her go to see them. But when Jennie visits any of her playmates she is always getting into trouble and they are glad when she goes home. Whenever presents are sent to these little girls Jennie is afraid that her sister wil1 get something better than she receives. A visitor once gave her a silver dime and, Ida a nickle. As soon as Jennie saw that her sister's piece of money was larger than hers she was sulky and began to pout. So her sister ex changed with her and they went to the store to spend their money. Then she was cross again because the store keeper gave her sister more . fpjJIENrflr-Jsfece of money .than 1 cave her for the larger piece, une day these little girls! iather brought two fine looking.'peaches. One of them, smalleflhan the other, had a sma'l srck on it. Perhaps I ought to give ,fda her choice since she is older than her sister. "No, I want mychoice," cried Jennie. "I want the larger one," and she eagerly grabbed it from her father's hand. When they sat down to eat their peaches Ida found hers sweet and iuicy, but Jennie's was so sour and bitter that she had to throw it away. When Ida saw that Jennie's peach was not fit to eat she was about to offer her half of her own but her father said, "No, Jennie must go without as a reward for be ing so selfish." Those who try to get the best of everything generally get the worst in the end. Wilfred E. Bass, aged 13. (Honorable Mention.) A May Day Fishing. Once upon a time in a little vil lage in England there lived a wom an, two children and a dog named Hero. I will tell you why they named him Hero. One day the mother of Ruth and Allie said: "To morrow I will fix you a lunch and let you go fishing." The children l were so happy that they could not sleep for they were thinking of the good times they would have. The next morning they awoke very early. Their mother had a fine lunch ready for them. They had chicken sand wiches and some apples and cake. Soon Ruth and Allie and Hero were i off. Hero ran ahead, he barked i so loud that he frightened the swans in the pond. Soon the children ap peared and began to fish. Soon after Allie caught a large fish. It was so large and heavy that the line broke and the board that they were - sitting on broke. Splash! Bow-wow-; wow, was the noise that was made. k Soon Hero dashed into the water and . caught hold of Ruth's dress and pulled her out Allie got out by 'himself. They dropped their lunch .in the water, but soon two swans came and had a fine feast. Soon Allie and Ruth went home. Allie , told his mother how the" dog had saved his little sister from being drowned. So after that they called him Hero because he saved Ruth's life. Irene Jordan, aged 10, 2411 Michigan avenue, Omaha. In School Days. Y By snow-covered road and field and trees stood a small country school house. Though this small structure was rather old, it was beautiful in its queer way. The aft ernoon sun making the snow glisten on everything and making the school house look like a queen in her splendor and giving a suggestion of the fun the children then imprisoned by the walls of knowledge would be having after dismissal and on the way to their homes. Within a spell ing match was nearing a close. Lit tle John Greenleaf Whittier was :t the head and in his glory, too. Next to him stood Jean, his childish favorite, who had been steadily climbing her way to the head until finally she stood next to John. John, said the teacher, spell grown. ti-r-o-n, spelled jonn siowiy. "No, John, I'm sorry. Step to the foot," said the teacher, gazing sor rowfully at the boy who, with a look of disappointment and sorrow on his face, walked slowly to the foot. "Jean, spell grown," resumed the teacher. "G-r-o-w-n." ''Correct, you are at the head." Later, the spelling match over, Jean, the winner, and John having not made much headway from the foot, the children and teacher were leaving. Jean lingered near the doorway, as likewise did John, both acting as though something was weighing upon their minds. Jean fingered her blue-checked apron with her tiny hands and John dug his small feet in the snow. Finally, after a long silence, Jean spoke. "I'm sorry I spelt that word. I hate to go above you, because," her pretty brown eyes fell lower, "be cause, you see, I love you." The late afternoon sun streamed down upon the tangled mass of golden curls of one whose head was bowed again to the glistening snow beneath' her. Then two of staunch friendship walked along that snowy country road until Jean's home was reached. They said good-bye in true heartiness, for the waves of jeal ousy in John had disappeared by Jean's reassuring words, "I'm sorry," and anyway, he only missed one word, to quote the former. Long years after this John Green leaf Whittier, then one of the great est poets of the day, sat in his study smoking his pipe by the fireside and thinking. He was thinking how now he was a wealthy l.ian and fame had taken him, but years before he was but a poor farmer lad and to him that sweet child face of Jean was picturing itself in his mind, the visions revealing the picture Jean and he had made, standing near the doorway of that school house, now old and almost ready to" fall. But Jean had been lying beneath the soil for 40 years ,fljj(f he himself was feeble and gray-haired. jQhjf Greenleaf Whittier lived id -Itarned how few who pass.,-' So ve him lament their t:nip. "and his loss, like her, became they love him. fn Impossible Things. a Johnnle'e pocket without a trill. Like a robin redbreast that cannot In. Like. a primer without an A. B. C. Like a, field of clover without a bee, Like a peacock without a tall to pread. Like mother's needle without a thread. Like a grown-up world without, glrla and boyi. Ii a Fourth of July without a nolle. Jack Is Helpful. Dear Busy Bees: I have written several letters to your page and I am writing again. One day Jack was playing out in the yard, when he heard some peo ple yelling for' help, because they had lost a' child. Jack ran in and told his mother, so he and his mother went and tried to help. It was 5 o'clock when the men said, "I guess we cannot find her." Then Jack said, "I saw a girl with two eyes and pretty cheek and a pink dress. Then the men asked where, and he said, "Over there under, the bushes." They ran and picked her up, and that sure was the girl, so they carried her home. When she got home she woke up and she then told them that she was playing and fell asleep ,and so Jack was thanked. They said he was helpful. As my letter is getting long I will close. I hope one of my readers will write to me. I will answer. Willie Pe ters, Aged 12, Yutan, Neb. Conundrums What animal took most luggage into the Ark, and which the least? The elephant, who had his trunk; the fox and the cock had only a brush and a comb between them. What is the most dangerous time of the year to go into the country? When the trees are shooting and the bullrushes out. First Letter. Dear Busy Bees: This is mv first letter to your page. I will tell you about my pets. I have a collie dog and his name is Collie. I have two cats and 11 rabbits. My dog will play ball and he will shake hands, too. Every night my grandma reads stories to us. We enjoy the stories. This morning we all went out on a hill to coast, and there was my grandma, and my brother and my sister, too. We were riding down and we fell off. When my grandma rode down we thought that she was going to roll down and leave the sled behind her. Well, I think I will close. My letter is gettinsr long. Lorine Rigsbug, Aged 9, Minatare, Neb. A Robin's Nest , Dear Busy Bees: This is the first letter I have written to the Busy Bees. As I love to write, I will re late an incident which occurred one day as I was going to school. It was a lovely day. The sun was sending forth its gentle rays. As to the wind, it was silent A flash of color beneath my eye made me look up. I saw a robin getting straw to build a nest It is true it was work ing, but nevertheless it was happy. I watched its progressing move ments. It was a delightful process. It got the dried grass and then flew away, and I went on my way to school Ruby Goff, Aged 11, Lyons. NeSv. 202 Teddy's If I could fly as fast and high As all my pretty rockets go, v Then with my little fiery eye How many things I'd see below. The crowds who keep the Fourth tonight," The big guns with their booming noise, The fireworks bright like flowers of light, And, Oh, what a lot of happy boys! And here and there and everywhere, From sea to sea spread out in view, And dancing on the evening air, Our beautiful Red, White and Blue. But if I climbed the highest sky, Up where the tallest cloud-top towers, I'm sure that I could never spy A country half as dear as ours. Little Sambo. I am a dark boy. My name is Sambo. When I grow up I will go hunting with my father. I will shoot the elephant and bring the tusks home and father will ship it to another land. When we come home we go in our house. Our house is 2feTSfeai Four Teenie Weenie Ladies Prove to Be Handy With the J J jli,.m. . After the Guff wedding the four little ladies who had come as brides maids decided to visit a while at the shoe house. They were made most welcome under the rosbush, for they were all charming little ladies and the Teenie Weenies enioved their comnanv. Three of the eirls were sisters of Buddy Guff. Miss Guff was the oldest of the three, and she kept a. watchful eye on her two younger sisters. . Sh was quite tall, very prim, and in spite of her appearance and short, bluff way of talking, she was a most lovable person. Patricia Guff, the next sister, was quite plump, full cf fun and popular with all the Teenie Weenies, who called her Pat for short. Coll.. n,tf it' i iU vmincrct anrl most romantic Teenie Weenie that ever came under the rosebush. Josephine Bone was Tess' sister, and much like her in appearance and nature. "I wish we could live here under the rosebush," said Miss Guff one morning as the little folks were seat ed around the breakfast table. "It's such a lovely place. "Why don't you make your home Thought made of grass. We crawl in our door. We do not wear clothes. We have beads. Weliave no hair. We have black wool. It is -in little knots and bound with red string. We think it is beautiful. Charles Clark, Aged 10, 1330 East Comning Street, Fremont, Neb. here?" answered the General, with - W of b Mdhttle head. "Vje'd iuvc iu nave juu. x - . , Couldnt think of it unless we could build our own house," . said Miss Guff. "You are already crowd ed in the old shoe for room." "We would be mighty glad to put up a house for you," smiled the General. "How lovely," cried Sally Guff. "Sarah 1" exclaimed Miss Guff, frowning at her sister. "Please show a little more independence." "General," continued Miss Guff, "we would be glad to stay and make this place our home, providing we can build our own house. I believe in everybody doing his or her share, and I can inform yon that I am rather handy with a hammer.' My sisters will help and we can soon build a neat little house for our abode." ' The General readily consented to Miss Guff's plans, and after the little ladies had made themselves' each a set of overalls they set to work. Jo Bone was included in the cart- w r nership, and after much looking for a tiny stove out of a salve box, and material a paper box was chosen to with a few pieces of furniture which be made into their home. could be spared from the shoe house The little ladies found the box a the three girls s.oon settled down to short distance from the rose bush, housekeeping. and after a great deal of work it was Boxhal was the name the little la finallv moved to a soot near the dies gave their home. "And every hosnital and auite close to the shoe house. 1 , , v . 1 - y- Why Is Gold Called Precious? Gold is called one of the precious metals because of its beautiful color, its luster, and the fact that it does not rust or tarnish when exposed to the air. It is the most ductile (can be stretched out into the thinnest wire), and is also the most malleable (can be hammered out into the thin nest sheet). It can be hammered into leaves so thin that light will pass through them. Pure gold is so soft that it cannot be used in that form in making gold coins or in making jewelry. Other substances, generally copper, are added to it to . . i niaKe me goia coins anir jeweicry hard. Sometimes silver is also added to the gold with copper. The gold coins of the United States are made of nine parts of gold to one of copper. The coins of France are the same, while the coins of Eng land are made of 11 parts of gold to one of copper. The gold used for jewels and watch cases varies from eight or nine to 18 carats fine. Another reason why gold is called a precious metal is that it is very difficult to dissolve it. None of the acids alone will dissolve gold, and only two of them when mixed to gether will do so. These are nitric and hydrochloric acid. When these two acids are mixed and gold put into the mixture , the gold will dis appear. Book of Wonders. The Fairies Are So Little. The fairies are so little I cannot see at all, How they can finish tasks so great With hands so very small. Evelyn Rohde, Aged 12, Pierce, Neb. A Question Which Is Worse. Most of the trouble in the world is caused by two kinds of people the cteve-and the stupid. Boston Transcript. For maqy -avs "there 'was much hammcfing, sawing and scraping uriiuuu me uua. j. iic uiu juiura gave a great deal of valuable advice, and there was sure to be a Teenie Weenie man or two about whenever a heavy object was to be moved. "I'd advise something heavier than a paperbox for a home," said the Old Soldier. "A strong wind might carry it away." "It will be quite safe," answered Miss Guff. "Well, I wouldn't set it up so high from the eround." suggested the Old Soldier, "for it makes it much easier .few the wind to carry it away." "It's set up on these lead pencil posts to keep ants and bugs away," answered Miss Guff. "I'd rather be blown away by the wind than to have ants come prowling around the place." A tiny porch was built on to the front cf the box. windows and a door were cut, and when the box had had a coat of waterproof paint it was as cozy as could be desired. Paddy Pihn built the little ladies one will be welcome, said Miss fluff .''urlien thrn'r if! Guff, "when they're invited," Like in the : wfMA iff The women wore the whole navy on their heads at he time the Decla ration of Independence was causing a stir. This is the coiffure la frigate La Junion, posed by a Chicago girl at a hairdressiug academy. Agoonack. Iviy name is Aijionack. I am a little Eskimo. I wear a v.-ar.n s-h It is the skin of a Polar bear. My father gave me a sled. It is differ ent from' yours. It is made of bones. And I have four little dogs to pull. me. My father said he was going to build me a little boat. He said he was going to move and build an igloo because winter is coming. We used to live in a tent made out of skins of animals. I can see the Northern Lights now. I have to go to bed now, so goodnight, little American boys and girls. Mark Mortensen, 512 East Fourth Street, Fremont, Neb. A New Doll. Dear Busy Bees: I will tell you of my doll. I had an operation May 30, 1920, and when I woke up my nurse gave me a beautiful doll. My father and mother bought it for me. She has pretty clothes and brown hair like Min only Min has curly hair. She is 1 year old. 1 love her dearly. She is the prettiest doll I have had. Gwendolyn Roberts, Age 10, Lexington, Neb. A Little Cook. Dear Busy Bees: Mother had gone shopping and left me to get dinner. 1 got the potatoes on, inea the meat, sliced the bread and I set the table. When the meat, potatoes and everything was ready mother came home just in time for dinner. She told me I made a very fine cook. Then I washed the dishes, swept the floor and in the afternoon I made candy. Iola Hays, Age li, isu North C Street, Fremont, Neb. Assistant Why all the excitement? Scenario Editor Here's a story by a famous author, and it's really a good one. Cartoons Magazine. A Story of the Remains of a Dress. I was once a beautiful dress and every one admired me. But soon I became old and was thrown in a rag bag to be sent to the ragman. When the ragman got me, he sent me and the rest to a carpet factory. There I suffered very much, for I was torn in small pieces and went through much machinery, and at last I was woven into a beautiful rug. I was put in a large store to be sold when in came a rich lady and she happened to see me and she bought me. When I got to her house her maid put me down in a very nice room and everybody that saw me admired me. Soon I be came torn and ragged and one day I heard the maid say, "We cannot keep this in here any more." So the jaintor threw me into the furnace and I burned and knew that soon I would be resting in the ashes. Angella R. Cejda, Age 10, West Point, Neb. It's a Pipe. Brownie Fame is a bubble! Towne Yes, but it doesn't always come from blowing your own horn. Cartoons Magazine. The Bluebird, Once there was a bluebird flitting in the sky looking for a mate. He had gone for many a day, but on the Monday evening late he heard a song, a beautiful song that was trilled from an old oak tree. He listened. It was beautiful. He cried, "It is beautiful to me." He flr-w straight to the old oak tree and lit on a bending bow. . He looked below him in the branches and saw a flash of blue iromz back and Jortn There it was now! It proved to be another little bluebird fair to look nnnn. He flew straight to her side and her heart he won. They built a little cozy nest in the old oak tree. Now there are five pretty eggs, as precious as can be. Soon they will h little birds and their father and mother will be flitting to and fro after some insect or other. Mar garet Yoder. Aged 12. Elm Creek, Neb, Old Days. SI Proverbs. A black man is a jewel in a far woman s eye. A black plum is as sweet as a white. A black shoe makes a merry heart A black woman hath turpentine in her. A blind bargain. A blind man will not thank you for a looking glass. A bit is not a bolt unless it he hit A blue coat without a badge. A bold fellow .is the jest of wise men and the idol of fools. A book that remains shut is but a block. A bow long bent at length must wax weak. A brave retreat is a brave exploit. A bribe I know is a juggling knave. First. Letter. Dear Busy Bees: This is my first letter to you. I had a birthday last Tuesday. I had a party-picnic in Hanscom park. I was 9 years old. We ate ice cream, cake and fruit. We played in the playgrounds. I got many beautiful presents. Margaret Grant, 1301 South Thirty-second Street, Omaha, Neb. Dot 'Puzzle iV '7 .,5 as The artist didn't make thirteen, Thought it unlucky, draw fourteen. Complete the picture by drawing a line through the dote, beginning at Fig How a "Mother Bird" Spent Its N Life. One day this spring I watched a "Mother Robin" build its nest She was very particular of how it was made and kept on bringing more and more twigs until the nest was finished. Then she lined the nest nicely and sat in it, and pretty soon there were four blue eggs in it. Then the bird sat on these eggs until four little birds hatched. Then she fed them several times a day 'till they were able to fly and find their own homes. Agnes Divis, Age 13, Route 3, Box 66, Schuyler, Neb. A clear conscience caiQbear any trouble, The Story of Edna Mae. Once upon a time there lived a poor little girl, her name was Edna Mae. She lived in the woods. She had a stepmother who was very wicked and treated her very mean. The little girl had to gather wood and chop it. Then if it was not done to) suit her mother she would get a whipping. One day when the little girl was out gathering wood she saw a little bird who had been hurt lying on the ground under a tree; she picked it up and took a cloth and wrapped it around the bird and laid it down. Her mother saw her. She ran out there and said: "What are you doing here, playing with that bird when I sent you out here to chop wood?" "T woe tinAitirr trt tliic rtnnr little bird who is nearly dead," said Edna i.ldc. A iiai lliiu will ivuu iw nawi. Come here, I'll show you that when I send you out to chop wood 1 mean it," said the old woman. She grabbed Edna Mae and took her to a tree. She tied her to it and gave her a whipping. Then she went to the house. Edna Mae was crying bitterly when a prince drove up. "What is the matter?" he said. Edna Mae looked up in surprise. Then she said, "Oh, Sir, I ran not tell vou all." He untied her and then he said, "come with me and be my bride." She was over joyed and went with him. She was married to him and lived in a beau tiful palace. Her stepmother died of hunger. Edna Mae lived happy all the rest of her days. Maude Truelove, Age 13, St. Edward, Neb. Little Betty. Dear Busy Bees: This is my first letter to you and I will try to do my best. I will tell you about a little girl and her name was Betty. She lived with her mother and fa ther in the woods and the thing she liked best was to wander in the woods and pick flowers. One day she went too far. She met an Indian and he took her to his home in the woods. There Betty was locked up for a long time. One night the door was left open and then she wen6ut and walked until morning. Then she saw a lamb lying in her path. She picked it up and seeing that it was hurt started out with it until she saw a man and the man knew right away that it was his. Then the little girl said , "is this your lamb." He said it was. He was so kind he gave her the lamb and took her home. I think my letter is getting too long so I will close for this time Dorothy Curtis, Age 8, Schuyler, Neb. A rolling stone won't gather moss Well, maybe this is so. But a rolling pin makes up the loss, By gathering the dough. Cartoons Magazine. 78 line through the dota, heglnnlns at Fig - .
