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THE BEE: OMAHA, SUNDAY, JULY 10, 1921.
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Stories by
Little Folks
(Prize)
Obedience.
Once upon a time there were two
sisters. One was Rosy and the other
was Mary. Rosy was obedient and
Mary was disobedient. One night
their mother told them to go to bed.
Rosy said, "All right, mother," and
she was in bed in a minute. But
Mary said, "Oh, mother, it's so early
I don't want to go to bed. I'll go
in a minute." Mother said, "Be sure
you go in a minute." Five minutes
passed, 10 minutes passed, one hour
passed, but Mary did not go to bed.
Her mother said, "Mary, you must
go to bed." "All right said Mary
'vith yawn, "I suppose I'll have to
go." When morning came Rosy
was up and ready to go to school,
but Mary still laid in bed. Mother
called Mary, but she would not get
up. She called again, and this time
she got up. But it was too late, for
just as she got up the school bell
rang. When Rosy reached school
the teacher asked her where Mary
was and Rosy said she was coming.
When Mary got to school it was 10
minutes after the bell had rung. The
teacher said that she would have to
stay after school. When she got
home her mother told her to go to
the store and she said she would
very quickly, for she had learned a
lesson. Harry Stafford, Aged 8,
3718 Cuming Street, Omaha.
(Honorable Mention.)
Scotti, the Circus Dog.
"Oh! listen to the rain Ellen,'
said Myrtle as they sat playing with
their dolls. "I should worry," was
the- quick reply, "We're in the
house." They kept on playing wnen
Ellen remembered leaving the doll
buggy on the porch. "Never mind
sister Fll get it,"- said Myrtle. As
she stepped on to the porch her foot
slipped and she fell on her left arm,
breaking it in two places above the
wrist. Ellen ran to her assistance.
Not being able to carry her to the
house she called her mother. She
was carried into the house then and
a doctor was called. He set her
arm again. Ellen now had to play
by herself. The coming week a sur
prise party was to be given on
Myrtle. All the little schoolmates
were invited. Ellen was supposed to
take care of Myrtle while her mother
baked for the party. When the day
came for the party a table was ar
ranged neatly in the living room.
There were exactly twelve lunch
plates set on the table. The girls
together brought a large bouquet of
pink roses. Ellen's mother bought
a large bouquet of peonies and lilies.
She made a little arch over the top
of the big arm chair where Myrtle
was to sit. The children marched
in and took their places at the table.
In a few minutes Myrtle took her
place at the table. When the party
was over they all went home with
light hearts. The next day Ellen
purchased a little dog and gave it
to Myrtle. She was delighted with
it and called it Scotti. It could
jump a rope four feet high, drive a
pony and stand on his hind legs.
One day Scotti was playing and
romping in. the yard when Ellen
called, "Scotti, Scotti." The dog
came running to her. She took
Scotti to the house for they were
going to go to Palm Beach where
they are going to spend the sum
mer. Frances Homann, aged 12,
Elkhorn, Neb.
8 2 Much.
I often tit and medlts
Upon the scurvy trick of fS
That keeps me still a cellbs
Oh, cruel f8.
I want a lOder maid sedS
To love me and be my mil
My 40 Ide le not ao grS
I cannot ws.
Oh. tt bet) Be4 1 LS,
Relieve my awful single st8,
And when I've 1 this maid Beds
We'll osculS.
J. R. HANLON.
' . Little Alice.
Once there was a little girl named
Alice. Her father had to go to war.
They got a letter one day from one
of his friends that he was killed in
a battle. This made everything dark
and dreary at the little home. One
day Alice went to play with one of
her friends. In an hour or so she
started home. When she got home
she found her mother very sick.
She wanted to see her mother, but
the doctor said she couldn't - Then
she began to cry. The next morn
ing the nurse said she could go in
and see her mother. Her mother
was very glad to see Alice. That
night she called little Alice to her
bedside and told her she was going
up to see father. Then the nurse
adapted her. Ruby Bass, Age 11,
Anselmo, Neb.
A cherry year, a merry year, a
flum year a dumb year.
For the Live Boys
"Y" Lads at Sheldon
Receive Surprise; Came
Home on Special Train
The Union Pacific railway put on
a new train last week when the 150
Omaha boys returned from their 10
days spent at the state "Y" camp
at Columbus. Ihe boys had been
promised a surprise on their return
trip, but when they found a special
train consisting of a baggage car and
three coaches, with one of the fast
est engines connected to it, their
joy knew no bounds.
The boys at once nick-named the
special the Camp bheldon Express
and it was true to its name, for it
made but one stop on the trip from
Columbus to Omaha and that was
to take on water at Fremont. It
made the trip in two hours and 15
minutes, traveling as second section
of No. 16, the Colorado Express.
To every one of the boys who at
tended camp, the novelty of coming
home on a special train will be one
of the features of the camp which
will be remembered for -a long time,
Many of the boys had never ridden
on a train before going to camp and
this was the treat extraordinary.
The special train treat to the boys
was due to the work of A. L. Craig,
general passenger agent of the Union
Pacific, through whom arrangements
are made every year to transport
the boys back and forth to camp. ,
Several New Men on
"Y" Force for Summer
During the summer months, when
many of the men in the boys' divi
sion are away at summer camps and
on vacations, other men whom every
"Y" boy should know are on duty
there and are just as anxious fo be
of help to the boys as the regular
men.
Mac Ohman. who is in charee of
the boys' locker room during the
winter months, is in general charee
of the boys' division during the ab
sence of Messrs. Micklewright and
Arnold.
He is assisted bv Merle Hanna. a
junior in high school, and Frank
Bunnell, who has just graduated
from Central High and who will en
ter Grinnell college 'this fall.
You had better get acquainted
with these men now, fellows. They
will be here all summer to help serve
you and when you get to know them
you will find that they are real fel
lows well worth knowing.
What Camp Did for Me.
By. MORRIS VEST
The memory and help of those ten
days at Camp Sheldon will live in
my mind for a long time. In ath
letics I learned to play with the oth
er fellows, and to lose cheerfully
with them. I learned new sports,
and became more skillful in the old
ones. My body filled out, I became
healthier, and I also learned how
to take care of my body.
I was taught the indentifications
and names of many new trees and
shrubs. I was also taught the
names and values of birds. I made
new friends, learned the names or
faces of many others and learned to
respect and honor several whom I
had hardly known before.
I learned .to pray more easily at
evening devotions, and at Bible
study. The things that I heard at
campfire and other meetings have
raised my morals and ideals. If
camp did for everyone what it did
for me, I am sure no one will ever
regret their life at Camp Sheldon.
A cask, and an ill custom, must
be broken.
Dot Puzzle
Here's a so full of food,
Couldn't move from where he stood.
Complete the picture by drawing a line through the dots? beginning at Fig
Une through the dots, beginning at Fig-
Schedule Between
Omaha and Gifford
Leave Burlington Station
."...........9:05 a. m.
Leave Burlington Station
12:25 p. m.
Leave Camp Gifford,. 10:20 a. m.
Leave Camp Gifford.. 2:25 p. m.
Leaders Responsible
For Great Part of
Success at Sheldon
The great success of the Omaha
boys' camp which closed last week
at Camp Sheldon, was due largely
to the fine work of the 16 cottage
leaders who gave up jobs to go to
camp in charge of cottages of eight
boys each,
Mr. Micklewright, camp director,
said at the close of the camp that
he had never had such a fine group
of leaders in his eight years of run
ning boys' camps. They were
graduates of high school or boys
who will soon be seniors. Every
one was carefully picked on account
of special leadership and adaptabil
ity in working with boys and every
one of them made good in camp.
I he leaders were: Edson Smith,
Donald Rood, Richard Wrenn.
James Morton, Lucius Mathews,
Henry Hovey, Frank Bunnell, Or
lando Smith,. Albert Grother, Joe
Shainholtz, Mark Fair, Harold
Jacobs, Clarence Hunter, Russell
Hunter, J, S. Arnold . and Carl
Weigel.
The assistant cottage leaders who
were freshmen and sophomores in
high school, also did a very fine
piece of work in assisting in the
work of the cottages and camo.
These boys were: Porter Forcade,
Maurice V.est, Cednc Hornby, John
Madgett, Hawthorne Arey. Allwine
Marble, John Gustafson, Heinrich
Koch. Minton Prall. Ralnh RnrriV
Don Haseltine, Leslie Brinkworth,
Ralph Church, Robert Weller, Mor
gan Myers and Larvin Rullman.
Omaha Visited By
U. S. Scout Executive
The Boy Scout organization of
Omaha was exceedingly honored last
Wednesday when James E. 'West,
chief scout executive of the Boy
Scouts of America, spent the day
in Omaha, inspecting the scout in
terests of the city.
Mr. West was kept on the go while
in Omaha by Chief Executive Gen
dall, who showed him all of Omaha
worth seeing. He was entertained
at luncheon by Walter W. Head at
the Omaha National bank. After
lunch was motored to Camp Gif
ford for a visit and tour of inspec
tion. The scouts at camp put on
some fine exhibitions of horseman
ship, marksmanship and swimming.
Mr. West praised the work at Gif
ford and complimented the officials
and scouts.
Upon returning to Omaha Mr.
West met all the scoutmasters of
the city, and held an informal, help
ful meeting with them.
Mr. West is on a trip of inspec
tion through the middlewest, stop
ping at Chicago, Des Moines, Oma
ha and Kansas City. He went to
Kansas City from here.
West is the only man who has
ever attained the position of chief
executive for all the scout work in
America. He has been in scout
work for 11 years, and knows all
the details of scouting. He came
from general headquarters in New
York City.
A dead bee maketh no honey.
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Wt,.
of Omaha
Arnold at Geneva;
"MicW at Sheldon
J. Shailer Arnold, assistant .boys'
work secretary of the Omaha Y. M,
C. A., is spending two weeks at Lake
Geneva, Wis., attending the Y. M
C. A.'s summer school in boys'
work. He will be back in Omaha
about the 18th of July and will be
in the boys' division of the "Y"
again next year. During the year
that he has been in Omaha he has
made hosts of friends among the
boys who inquire about him every
day as they come to the "Y" for
their swims these hot davs..
E, E. Mickelwright, boys' work
secretary of the Y, is back at
Camp Sheldon, conducting a 10-day
camp for boys from small towns and
cities of Nebraska. There are over
100 boys in camo. and while it is
not as large as the Omaha period
r . rn t r - r 1 I .1.
oi iou Doys, ear. xviicKiewngni says
it is large enough to keep everyone
in camo busy. Russell Hunter and
Clarence Hunter are in camp help
ing Mr. Micklewright, and Cecil
Fisher, assistant physical director at
the ' Y." is camo physical director
during this period. These men will
return to Omaha at the close of this
camp period on July 15. ,
Boy Scouts Have an
Auto Ride and Picnic
Troop 23 of the Omaha Boy
Scouts sponsored by the Colorea
Commercial club enjoyed an auto
mobile ride to Elkhorn Wednesday.
The cars were donated by represen
tative citizens and members of the
C. C. C. Scout contests, games,
races, and a wienie roast were held.
Dr. Craig Morns, scout master in
Troop 30, was special guest for the
day. The Scouts will attend Camp
week at Gifford with their scout mas
ter sometime in August. Plans are
being made for a large picnic for all
scouts and prospective scouts this
month. Special prizes will be
awarded at this time. Grace Hutten
reorganized Troop 23, and is in
charge of all activities. .
. Betty's Letter.
At the edge of a little town lived a
little girl named Betty. She lived
in a log cabin in the big woods.
Betty's mother Jiad died and her
father was called to war. Betty
did not have any sisters as some of
the boys and girls have, so it made
it very lonesome for poor Betty.
Every Saturday afternoon she would
go to town to buy her food for the
coming week. Some times she
would gather little twigs which she
found along the road side to use for
kindling. Little Betty watched the
mail man pass along the road, but
he never stopped with a letter for
Betty. It was a nice spring day
and Betty was sitting on a log in
front of her cottage when the mail
man came by as usual with his bag of
mail. The mail man walked up to
Betty and said, "Is this where Betty
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ply. He took a letter from the bag
which was addressed to Betty Brown.
Betty took it with trembling fingers
and opened it. She unfolded it and
it read as follows: "Dear Betty, I
am coming home tomorrow. From
your loving father." This made Bet
ty very happd and she could hardly
wait for morning to come. In the
morning ''she arose very earJy and
cleaned the house. About 2 o'clock
in the afternoon a carriage drove up
and stopped at the little cottage. Mr.
Brown stepped out and Betty ran to
meet him. Thev went in the house
and she. told her father evfrything
that had happened since he lett home.
They moved to town and Betty kept
house as she used to and was never
lonely again. Laverne Peterson,
Colon, Neb.
A Young Fellow Named
Fisher.
There wai a young fellow named
FiBher
Who was fishing for fish In a
fissure,
When a cod, with a grin.
Pulled the fisherman in;
Now they're fishing the fissure for
Fisher.
Children's Newspaper. ,
Georsre Washington.
On February 22, 1732, in an old
iashioned Virginia homestead, over
looking the Potomac river, a baby
boy was born who was to alter the
whole history of a nation. The
name of that boy was George Wash
ington, His father was a wealthy
southern planter, and the lad grew
up on the big plantation, receiving
a simple schooling in the three r's
from the village sexton. George
early displayed a liking for military
things and organized his b6y com
rades into armies and regiments,
conducting many a sham battle. His
brother, Lawrence, who was 14 years
his senior, contributed to the younger
boy's love of fighting by enthusi
astic tales of scenes in which he had
taken part in the war between Eng
land and Spain. This elder brother
was all that George admired and1
hoped to be. He resolved that when
he became a man, he was going to
be "just like his brother, Lawrence.
His father died when he was 12, and
when he was 14 it was Lawrence
who procured him a midshipman's
warrant to enter the navy. Filled
with eager excitement, George
packed his chest and prepared to
go to sea. At the last moment his
mother's tears and persuasions
turned him from his cherished plan
and he gave up all idea of becom
ing a sailor. Hiding his disappoint
ment as best he could, he returned
to school and applied himself dili
gently to the study of arithmetic
and surveying. Harry Horak, 3639
Hoctor Blvd., Omaha, Neb,
Do You Think Flowers Think?
Some people say that flowers can't
think. You read this carefully and
then give your opinion. There's a
flower called the insect-eating sun
dew. When a bug or a fly gets on
one of its leaves it shoots out its
tentacles and floods the visitor with
a digestive juice. Then it settles
back to the enjoyment of what it
considers an excellent meal. But
if you put on it a tiny pebble in
stead of a bug, what does it do? It
grabs it just as a dog would grab
a hot biscuit, and then drops it again
as quickly as the dog would the
biscuit. Does the plant think? If
not, how does it decide what the
difference is between the fly and
the pebble? Another plant 'that
does the same thing is called Ven
us's flytrap, ,
An experiment any boy can try
is that of planting a seed in a damp
sponge. It will send out its root
lets and they will go down through
the sponge. But once these roots
begin to grow through and into the
air again they curve and come back
into the sponge. Now how do they
know where to find moisture after
they have left it behind and what
makes them decide to turn back?
The American Boy.
Harry and the Toys.
It was the day before Christmas
when Harry, a boy of about 4 or 5.
was told he could go shopping with
his mother and see the toys. Harry
was happy when they started out
and soon the store was reached.
Harry began at once to look at the
wagons, horns, drums and whistles.
His mother bought her purchases
and then left the store. She thought
Harry was following her, but he
was still in the store and she did not
miss him until half way home.
Meanwhile Harry went on looking
at the toys. With all the sights, he
had forgotten about home. Ihere
was a wagon which he wanted and
was going to tell his mother about
it. It was then that he missed her.
He walked about the store, calling,
"Mamma,- where are you?" Soon
A HOUSE WARMING AT BOX-
HALL AND GOOD NEWS.
"Dunce, ' will you come here and
let me look at your ears?" cried the
Lady of Fashion, stepping out onto
the back porch of the shoe house
where Dunce was splashing his' face
in a thimbleful of water.
"Ah, sayl" exclaimed the Dunce
glaring at the little lady while the
water ran in a stream otf the end
of his button nose, "I'm clean. You
all the time telhn me to wash my
s
It-
ears. Jimminie C-c-christmas, can't
you leave a fellow wash in peace?"
"I would leave you in peace if you
really washed yourself, but you never
do. You just put a little water on
your face and then smear dirt all
over the towel." '
"The idea of going out to tea with
such a dirty pair of ears," said the
Lady of Fashion as she examined the
dripping Dunce. "Now you make
yourself clean or you will be 1e"ft at
home," and the little lady went to
Gogo's assistance, who was strug-
gling with his tie,
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Its unique shape also does away witn
valuable to the busy business man.
he became tired and fell asleep on
the floor. When he awoke ht V in
his mother's arms, not in Hut sttrx
He promised his mother he would
never go from her again. Gust Bec
var, Aged 9, Exeter, Neb.
The Story of a Gold Ring.
I first remember . of being taken
from a gold mine in Alaska. I was
just a small nugget among thou
sands. A man said that he was go
ing to send me to the United States
to be made into a ring for his little
girl whom he had not seen for two
years.- I was sent to a big refinery
and made into nice polished gold.
Then put into a mold in which I
stayed for a long time. Then I was
taken to a jeweler and had a fine
The Teenie Weenies had been in
vited to a house warming at Boxhall,
the new house of the four new Teenie
Weenie ladies who had come to live
under the rose bush.
The three Guff sisters and Miss
Josephine Bone had built a house
out of an old paper box and all with
their Own hands. When the work
had been finished the little ladies
decided to give a house warming so
their friends could inspect their
work.
All the Teenie Weenies had been
invited, and every last one, dressed
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in his or her best clothes, appeared
at the appointed time.
The little visitors were taken
through the tiny house, which was
as clean as a freshlv ironed hand-
kerchief.' and everv one asxeed that
it was an ideal home. .
The place had been named Box-
hall because the house had been
made from a paper box, but with
the coat of waterproof paint which
had been put on the outside one
would scarcely believe the tiny
home had once been a pasteboard
box,
Telephone,
flprmanir and thpw ar nonular. The
messages the free use of both hands.
tne annoyance oi neaa pieces, n
set placed on me. When I came
out I was very proud of myself.
Floyd Speed, McCook, Neb.
A Brave Boy.
Dear Busy Bees: I would like to
join your hive. I am 10 years old
and am in the Fifth grade. . My
teacher's name is Miss Brady. Once
upon a time there was a boy named
John. One day as he was fishing
he heard some men say they were
going to blow up a train. John heard
them and he took the shortest way
to town and told some men. When
the train came in the men saw the
burglars and caught them. Ever
since that John was honored and
was given a big prize. Yours truly.
Frankie Fiala, age 10, Ravenna, Neb.
"How do you like your new
home?" asked the General when he
had looked through the place.
"O, bully I" cried plump Miss
Patricia Guff.
"Patricia!" exclaimed Miss Guff,
who was the oldest sister and ex
tremely prim. "Such language. One
would think you had been brought
up on an ash heap to hear such
slang."
"O, we like Boxhall tremend
ously," continued Miss Guff smiling
at the General. "It's lovely all but
one thing and that's the rain. It
makes such a terribte noise when it
falls on the roof. Everv time a
drop of rain falls on the paper roof
you M think someone had poured a
thimbleful of water on it."
After the Teenie Weenies had
looked through the house they gath-
ered out in front under the shade of
the rosebush, and presently they
were served with tea and delicious
.cookies.
III
A Catbird Foundation
While looking after my bird nests
last May I discovered that the cat
birds had built their nest in the lilac
bushes and by June 10 four young
ones had left the nest. A pair of
robins looking for a nesting site for
their second brood, now built a sec
ond story to the deserted nest and
by July 1 they had four eggs which,
in due time, hatched and the brood
was reared in safety. R. J. Middle
ton in Bird-Lore.
The Story of a Penny.
Dear Busy Bees: This is the firsv
time I have written to the page. The
first I can remember is when I was
made from a sheet of copper into a
new, shiny penny. I was packed in
a box with many other new pennies.
After riding for a long time the box
was opened and all the pennies were
put in another box. One day the
box was opened again and a hand
ful of pennies, of which I was one,
were handed to a lady, who put us
in a purse. Myl how we were
jumbled around and how glad we
were, especially myself, . when she
laid the purse away. In a little while
somebody took the purse and a little
boy said, "Muvver, may I have a
penny?" "Yes, my son," answered
a lady. The purse was opened and
I proved to be the selected penny.
I was put in his pocket. He ran and
jumped around so much that I was
wishing I could find a hole to roll
out, and indeed my wish came true,
because I saw a hole just my size
and I rolled out on the sidewalk.
After laying there for a long time
my coat was turning quite green,
One day I was picked up by a little
girl, who ran home and threw me
in a drawer among boxes and papers.
I am still here, hoping some day to
be put to some good use. Dorothy
Frazell, Aged 13, Omaha, Neb,
Proverbs.
A candlemas eve wind.
A cat walks, a little way and back.
A clean hand needs no washing.
A clear conscience is a sure card.
Although the cookies were only
a little larger than the head of a pin,
the Dunce made himself sick by
eating 12.
"Folks!" said the General when
the Teenie Weenies were about to
leave for the shoe house, "we have
all had a lovely time this afternoon,
and our hosts are to be congratu
lated on their lovely home, but I'm
afraid they won't be able to enjoy
their pleasant house long, for I
want to announce that we all ex
pect to take a delightful trip before
many days, and I'm sure our hosts
will want to join us. All those wb.o
want to spend a few weeks traveling
will be wise if they get their affairs
in shape and their clothes washed
and ironed by the end of next week,
for we expect to start on our vaca
tion, and I have a pleasant surprise
in store for you."
Of course, the Teenie Weenies all
wanted to know what the General
meant, but not a word more would
that little man say, and you can well
believe that there were many excited
Teenie Weeniec under the rosebush
that night,