Casper Daily Tribune Newspaper, December 31, 1922, Page 15

Fithie, “y SUNDAY, DECEMBER 31, 1922 STORIES BY CASPER PUPILS---THE T The Toy’s Christmas. ] Into his big brown bag Santa Claus popped his tors. Then he climbe* up te the roof of his house, to find his eight reaideer waiting. already hitet: ed to the sl Jach Frost certainly did his work woll this year, the ground was white with snow. “Gié-dap! Round there, Bultzen” aud. he Hewms off! Tittle hy little he emptied hie big bag, for the good girls and boys. Finally jie came to “Snowdrifts.” the winter home of the Pattons. “Whroal”’ te called as he ianded on tre roof. He was down the chimney tn an inatent.- Thero was a nice big Christmas tree standing by the fire place, and he took # pile out of his bag. “I'm sure Evelyn will just love yo' Fifins,” he said to the French doi “and Etleen always did want a cook Dinna,” to @ colered ragdoll. “And Baby Jackie will love, J. J." to o ciown Jumpingjack. “Ob, where are your sheep? wouldn't want 3 shepherdess w: sheep. And here, Wooden So! yotr gun. Attention!” . of the ai Bo-Peep. Dorothy wes all and to pile boxes tree. After that was done, the chimney. around ho wes up “Cuck-coc!’ went the clock on the mantel. “Dear me!" teen minutes to twelve.” “Over eight hours until Gren come down. Let's have some fun!" said the Wooden Soldier. 1 walk and dance” said Fifine, “i¢ Dinna wil only unhook me from this box!” “Ah surely will,” said Dinna, “Ah never saw you walk befo'!” Then Fifine began, to dance grace- fully around the room. (It was grace- fully for a dol.) “Fine, honey,” “Ah couldy't have done better—" “Oh, ‘ where aré my sheep?” oried = said Fifine, “only fif the ohil- Dinna maid, volee. ‘Don't get excited,” sald the Wooden, Soldier, “They're over there, talking to that shepherd. Bo-Peep went shyly forwara. “Are you Boy Blue? forward she asked, putting her hand. “Yes,” answered , taking the outstretched ‘ou are Bo-Peep?" “Yea, © answered, “let us be friends.” Then she introduced him to the rest of the toys. “I have been here for a year,”’ said “I came here last year for I was given permission to watch the new toys come ire as 7 came last Christmes.” “J'm fer Dorothy, too,” said Bo- Peep, “Where does Dorothy keep you from getting broken?” “on the mantel. i guess she will do the same with you and the sheep,” said Boy-Blue. , that reminds me,” sald Bo- Peep, “Where are they?” “Some ‘rere. I'll blow my horn,” So Boy ie blew on his horn, softy, and at unre the sheep all ceme running up. Just then they heard footsteps on the rtair. “Quick; Dinna, hook me up!" cried honey! ‘Then all was still, until the chil- dren came running into the reom. Tivelyn flew around with Fitine all day, and when Baby Jack was not looking, Jumping-Jack winged at the Wooden Aoidic. BERNICE CHARLENE YOUNG. East Casper, Grade 7 My First Experience on Ice Skates, mber I was grandmother's house. My aunt shad an old par of skates which she said 1) might have. Right below my stand mother’s house there is a pond, 50 1'went down there and trie to skate. I was not there very long when my cousin came down and taught me to skate. In a while my ankles started to ache. so I went up to the house and got my dinner. After dinner T went down and stayed till supper time. That nicht my ankles burt so that I couldn't sleep. That was my first experience on skates. ROBERT MacINTYRE. Centra? School, Grade JAMIE WATT AMIE Watt, a little Scotch boy, sat by the great open fireptace in his grandmother's . kitchen. Above the \yosy glowing flames there hung an old-fashioned tea kettle. Jamie had been whittling 2 piece of wood, and making @ cart of wheels, but now he dropped his work in his lap. Something had happened to the teakettle that caught his eye, and he began to watch it closely, for he never let anything strange pass by, without finding the reason for it. The water in the kettle had begun to boil and a Uttle white column of steam was puff ing out from its spot. Pretty soon, Ses! S-s-s! Piff! Pitt! Pitt! the lid ‘on the tea kettla began to rattle. S-s. Ses iff! Pitt! something lifted the lid right up in the air! “O, Grandma! Grandma™ cried the boy in great excitement. “What is there inside of your tea kettle?” Grandmas was busy laying the table for supper. “Nothing, Jamie! There is nothing in there but water,” she answered. at my One 1 ! Pift! Pitt! Pitt up pop- [Editor's Note—The Tribune will print each week in of the Sunday paper this depart- the Magazire Section | ment of prose and verse by th the best articles will | Roll will be | best stories of the preceding Tribune Story Contest Editor | nounce the winners weekly. | Fourth, Fifth and Sixth Grad i i j j zrade stories will be judged to- | gether, and Seventh and Eighth Grade drat together. oday’s department contains some stories from all these| | grades, but the best will-be chosen in each class, respec- tively. All the stories are written supervision, and the contestants are not permitted to get help from their parents or from older persons in the com- | | position.] Christmas Eve. ! It snowed on Christmas eve ait} night, iverything was clothed in twhite,| it was a@ jair and wondrous sight, » see everything so bright ut that was ail the better for) Sarta Claus; k He would come creeping into the| ge house, Just like a mouse. 1 sat by the window, thought I'd} keep watch; But instead I crawled under the couch, Pretty soon I heard somde one} creeping, \ I looked at the door and saw my} dad peeping, But of course he thought I was} sleeping, Tie had toys and candy, It sure looked dandy, I wag glad I could sec For I knew it was al for me, 1 felt like jumping up and down with glee, I think I should have got a prize; For being e0 wise, It was getting late and Oh! my eyes; Dad carried in lote of toys, And was careful not to ma noise, But he sure made a mistake, For he didn’t know I was awake. AGNES BRENNAN. East Casper School. The Little Tenement Girl ‘on Christmas. Once there was a littie girl who lived in an old tenement house. Her mother was dead and her father was very sick. She had to sell flowers to make a ing for her father and herself. Sometimes she only eold two of three bunches of flowers a day. One day a Midy say itiwas three days until Christnas, That mede her think that maybe she could make ‘enough to pay the rent. As she was walking along she met a man. Teasked her where she Hved. She told him, He went to her house and pald for the) rent and gave her enough money to buy a Christinas dinner, But etiil she had no mc tor Christm ful that the the rent. Christmas Eve she went to a rich- man’s house and looked in at the window. She saw Santa Claus and a beautiful Christmas tree illumin- ated with colored electric lights and all kinds of toys. She watched till the lights went out. She told her father about it. In a few days the 2 any But she was thank-/ od man had pala for! will be printed, and each week an Honor published, containing the names of the three she happened to hear| ey, clothes and toys) e pupils of the schools. Only week and the authors. The will judge the stories and an- in school, under the teacher's A Soldier Boy's Ci:ristmas. Four years ago this Christmas brotver, Francis H. Springsteel was in France, The Salvation Arm) was the organization that gave the boys Christmas presents. The bovs who shared his Christmas with him were few of his army pals—William Sheperd, eRnedict Arnold. Roy Haun an@ Walter Holtzman, who before go. ing to France were residents of Cas per. The boys were given candy, cig arets, cigars, besides what they from home. The poor children near camp were remembered by our boys, as well as the Salvation Army. Among these poor children was a Uttle crippled girl, who was about 13 years of age. She was French, and her parents had been killed by the Germans. This Uttle girl received a peir of crutches from one of the boys; stock- ings from another, elces from an. other gifts from she rest of the sol- dier’. We expected Francis nome for Christmas, as lots of them did, But just as it happened, he did not get to some home. We were greatly disappointed, well as many other families. That July of the following year he sailed’ for home. He reached Fort D. A. Russell July 19th, and was dis charged the 20th. He arrived ome the eve of the 2ist. We sure were gisd to see him home once again. One ofhi spais who had been In the army brought him home in his auto from Longtucnt, Colo., to his home, seven miles east of the city. The night of the 24th, three days after he reached homie we gave him ® surprise party. Every one of his friends and more, too, came. Refresh- ments were served by the hostess. pleasant evening was e¢tjoyed by all. But the last two Christmas days he has spent with his parents, But tis wife and babr, | months old. 412 Gladstone street. | GLADYS SPRINGSTEEL, | .Enk School, Grade 5, pss nat UL A What I Intend to Be. Although I am beginning very I grow up, what I wish will never |leave my mind. ‘When I am old enough and !f I ever learn enough, I will be a nurse, Then I could care for the poor sick people jin the hospitals and perhaps bring someone back to life. If it would be impossible for me The reason I want to be a teacher kind man sent a doctor and her father soon sot well. He found a good job and she did not have to sell flow- ers any more. VPEARL MITCHELL, North Casper, Grace 5. AND HIS GRANDMOTHER'S iTEA KETTLE)...” The boy watched it, breathless with interest. “But Grandma, there must be some- thing inside the kettle!" he insisted. “See! something keeps lifting the lid,” “Ho! Ho!"' laughed his grandmother. “Perhaps it’s a brownie or a pixie you are thinking is in the kettle! No! no! It's only ths steam that does the lifting. You can see the clouds of it puffling out all around the lid. Now Jamie wasn't thinking at all that {t was a brownie or a pixie that was in the kettle. But he as think- ing that he wanted very much to ‘know what this thing called steam was, that had eo much strength and power. Carefully he leaned over and lifted the Hd to’ look inside. Nothing at all could he see but boiling, bub bling water. “Grandma,” he asked, ‘‘Where does the steam come from? How did it get into the kettle?” Grandma was used to his ques tions; he was always wondering about things. “Why, dearle.” she answered. “Steam always rises from water whenever wa- ter bolls.” The boy stood etudying th lis becauca I think it is @ very nice {atudy, But I would not want a grade jany higher than the sixth. i | them, then {it would be very hard |to choose. anything at all, for noth-|/Jack Frost nips their nose, ling else is better than to be a nurse or teacher, Maybe when I am a little oller I) Merry are the little bors |may want to be something else, but |while T am small no one will ever|Laughter is the on make me change try mind. j ADELIA REDEAU, Bast Casper School, Grade 5, for a little longer, then he sat down! Many al rasgiak ie 48\1 got up, picked up my shotgun and) punter, cream and buttermilk. All house number 38) nut on my carpet slippers and bath-! are a sustaining food. | robe hurriedly. {| “paimalee, you should drink four } | carly at choosing what I will be when! ¥ard to see what T had sh ' to be a nurse, I would be a teacher.|The wind blows very Porhaps I can be neither one of/ Folks’ fingers all grow cold. | | | thought T heard queer noises. this year he snen4.Christmas with!» sudden my Cox let out a loud hew?.| | pace. Casper Sunday ting Cribune RIBUNE’S HONOR PAGE | PAGE FIVE. : os sc Milk. i Once upon a = {ttle girl named an oni; ching me there lived a Palmalee, who was She was a very pretty very spoiled and hat a dreadfu Noth pleased her and she whined al! 1 Now Palraice wag very fond} of ring? im orler to keep her qu te tet her} t » Wantet begin eader rand teniper sweet and par o sweet things s' at her. (But was her herrible tem asant dlepositio stand it F en ine. She told her how the chf'dren at schoo! were trea ng her. Her mother “Does my little girl know why {dren are treat ng her 0? “No, mother,” sa‘¢ Palmalee. You have a very bad fear,” renlisd her mother must try to overcome it.” But how. mother? I shall tell you,” said her mother. But just then they at the door and in came Mr sed in hia spotiess white th a happy smile on his face, Palmalee jumping up cried, “Who heard sult “I’am Mr. Milk,” the reply “I have come to tell you how ¥; may overcome your temper and dreadful disposition an become 4) healthy, happy chit First, you! must not eat so many sweets.” Down by the old waterfall “But I ike them very much in Stands the Old Red M¥l, stii?| doed," whined Paimalee. | sturdy and tall, | “Yes, but you do not Ifke your There the water flows on and on, temper, do you?” For its day's work is never done.| “No,” she There the “Then you was The Old Red Mill. replied. must follow my direc wheat is crushed and vow rr very 0 i} | wroend: Secipics wets ua lure aie rcontain There the bi - s ait le gi . contat big wheel gors ‘round water, augar, fat, ume, protein and and ’round, fe. sor | There golden wheat is crushed to ie ade ator a about | limarr other things flour much time so wht tell you i. nose things named, I must go to Many sacks ar > pee be are ground each) .nareds of other Mttle girls and boys to explain my erranc. Down dy the old waterfall “We will take water first, for 1] Stands the Old Miil, still sturdy, contain more water than anything and still elise, Your body is made up mostly There I love to sit and play lof water. You could not live without Whistling merrily all the day. \it- GLENWOOD OLSON. |). “Suser 4nd fat are very important, Central, Grade. 6 |for they keep the body warm and oo strengthen it. They also build up! te body. “Lime is important, for ¢ builds up} the bones and teeth. Without lime| our bones would become soft and we would fall over in a heap. We could not chew our food, for we would/ have no teeth. | “Proteins give us energy and build up_our muscies, “Some of my products are cheese. The Hour of Midnight. lying in bed, reading ghost Soon I heard the clock strike 50 I closed my book and tossed under the bed. After a while 1 All of 1 wa stories. 12, it When I came near the barn, I #@W/giasses of milk a day and not left! something white fluttering. I picked/than two classes. If you follow this up my gun and fired a shot at it.) rule and stop eating so many sweets, | then started for the house at 4 goed you will soon ovércome your bad tem-} per. Now I must £0.” In the morning, I went out in the} ‘Thank you, hard. ot. To my) try very surprises, T saw the sheet on the | malee. THE A YOUNG. clothes line all 1 of holes. Kast Casper School, Grade $A. : pests Hideo WILLIAM WESTFALL. East Casner School, Grade $-A. . | pemcsty av Winter. Winter Now the mountains are covered with! S snow | ea And the ice hax stoppec the river | are The trees hang jtheir branchee low, epg te Lida aleae Abe Ana ae And the cold air makes us shiver. Boys are playing in the yard And snowbalis may be found. | Jack Frost makes us cold, , When we slide down the ‘ill But the wolf is bold, Because he can stand And their ears do freeze, ch And Is ear t nee nd laughs to hear them sneer®. rhe wind howls around the trees And blows the snow about | a Jock Frost makes our ears froeze, Popes cere ite. Biri, ‘And then we always pout. de ¥ | Apise, TEDDY NELSON, While we frisk like squirrels. mip iain Geuse 4, HELEN ROWSE Elk School, Grade 4. Winter Is Here. {in winter we all shout with glee, “Children, come out and play with me, We shall have more fun Before the winter's work is done.” The winter's wind is cold, ‘The snowflakes fall fast, We are brave and bold,, Winterthas come at last Lucile Riles 29-1847 children, winter is here! Let us all give a cheer The snow is getting deep. i times he made experiments! kettle| working as he grew again and while he was thinking and with steam engines and engines failed] thinking, be began) absent-mindedly! afi to go, but he al learned spinning the wheels on the little cart|‘> © ne. Sheers ynere | he was making. At last he burst out:|ttins new from each failure. Other “Grandma, if the steam in the ket-| People thought him foolish and laugh-/ tle is strong enough to lft the nia,jed at him. “Ho, ho! Jamie Wyatt) why couldnt steam from a great deai|!s soing to harness up the clouds CH more water lift much heavier things?|PUff out of his granny’s teakettle and y couldn't it push whecls|make them do the work of a gian.." they would jeer. But in spite of all} some Grandma “Push did not even try to answer so absurd) wheels around!” year until at lest he did indeed make} whet no one had thought he could—a a question. Jamie had strange and t steam engine that was 4 success. And| idle dreams she thought, and she) gift to the world. | It was Jam |sible the engines that draw trains, push steam boats, turn machine ing of something more useful than pushing wheels around with steam. But Jamie never left off wondering about the steam just the same, nor was his wondering so idle and useless as his grandmother supposed, “That steam has the strangth of a giant,” he used to say to himsel Ie I could only find out how to'mske!and yet not one of them learned how| use of it it would not only lift heavy|to harness it and make its mighty weights, but it would make all kinds power of service to man, till one small began to think, and to question it lifted the lid of the old tea in his ‘grandmother's kitchen tesy of “My Book House. of machinery go, and do all sorts of boy work for men.” lhow So Jamie went kettle man. |— studying to be a on an ‘The hil is smooth and steep TERESA G Elk School, Grade ¢ “Rises to Safety First. In handling gun point them at anyone, eve think there in it. N uy should never m though , Jamie worked right on year after| >° Arie 2 es | Never put @ gun eway with a 9! Because you knew know wh |will pick {t up, thinking {t fs empty. a I have heard ofa family that went wished he would apend his time think-|that was the little Scotch boy's great) 44+ riding in a buggy one day. The father and Sos ere tn the front engine that made Pos .4.4¢ with a shotgun between them, pointing over the back of the front doat.. luck Safety first would have this accident. There are many ways we tice safety first every day. MARGARET SYVE! School, Grade 5. Elk preve can The wife and two ahildren| and do all the hundred and one US| Were in the back seat. Somehow the ful things that steam engines do to-/aog got its paw on the trigger of the day. Men had lived for thousands of/shotgun. It went off, tearing « large yeara beside that great giant, steam.|nole in the top of the buggy. 5 would have ft, no one was hurt. as nted aa _ ot : | Wyoming. : . Our Honor Roll — ; With eke end és ville With ite ea aad pe hills With ite eky #0 biue With ite mo 4 Tt makes Last Week—Betty Wiederhold, “Lillian’ p anta Claus’ Land,” West Casper. , ag Second—Geneva Larsen, “The Christmas Story,” | Casper. Be Third—Berniece Jourgenson, “How Santa Started Giv-] atains o think purple hws nie of of you AUTUMN The leaves drop off the trees The flowers droop their heads * West} ing Gifts,” South Casper. Best Poem—Lucile Lyon, “‘A Riddle,” E : —L » “AR » East Casper. The gross tur own J | Best Seventh and Eighth Grade Story—Frauces Blake-||.1nd the ‘fey of the hes eat fh jl Christmas and Its Joys and Sorrows,” Wert, Casper, | come. aa Srade Eighth. || Ae life began it does What I Should Like to Be! Santa Claus and the Clock. SAE OME acces tude fasta When I Am Grown. -_—— PON ERG MOTE thi Gand, Se y wes t JOHN O'DONNELL. Whe he wanted to} Fast Casper, rade 6. ‘ ae © was. going to get fo ’ “e' What I Intend to Be. an art that lived He sat acros, to much mone oy haa been very errands for ie mm When I Cok oe What shall I g ao Nisn 1 stow up Tam going he said. “Iam going!to be that is because J can Jana clock.” quite a ot st eee “ a ro Chrtatmas . I y's house. He was'. 5 od neat h he knew ft, he! Maziy artists trav an 4 try draw! 2 don tne Nght and regitaie ot Santa Claus. He called : fee ate ae t ye ‘ hers. They made Fo Freabrcalinth mf ’ rant cmap OROTHY. WEAVER Me an ae oe ate Lael have a big orange grove and have ool, Grad al! kinds of vegetables. I will build town were there danc nS), . swimming pool for boys and giri a nd him. Santa woke lehlldren. They jfound them a p and there ran to hi The t The Little Lazy Boy. were seat G.1co there lived @ little boy whose|tered all over the floor, The boy's une was George. He was a very|mother and father wok* up. Santa He didn’t want to da ony-|told the stories Ty ‘ ‘ EVERT LINDSTROM The Happy Poor Boy. his mother told him to| North Ce rer, Grade 4 LPaS chop some wood Io didn’t want Sucieraaaicl Died a paec liter inives ad ane do St. 80 he told his reed Soot CUO eeteaes tu e , ; ho was 5 years t t o cast What Is School? old. His father could never give 1m mother didn't want to quarrel] sche bim any money. Whenever he asked with him she went and dia namea| {oF #ome, he would tell him to ge to work not like to ga, to schoo! S playmate, Dick, One day when he was selling pa- it hors a a little boy seit, That nig ed the boy came and touch went rith her a dhepy with her wand. to echool every day. Ho was a\Pers a man asked why his fat ; he boy woke up and said, “What] bright little boy. would not give him © of do you want | One day Dick said to John, “You!money The fairy asked him why he didn’'t|would lke to go to school if yout “Oh, he wants all of it for him- 3 want to work | would study, for it is easy when you) elf.” sald the boy. The, boy sald, “Decause T get too) just put your mind on what you are) “All right,” sald the man, “you go ured rs |dotng, and Gon't be thinking of What|/home. I will talk to him.” I know,” said the fairy, “but)you are going to do when you get) That night he was awakened by everyone has to work. you w your moth Why didn't| out." }@ noise. Whom did he see but Santa today for John agreed to this plan and said,| Claus! 2 | “I will go to school.” And Dick said] When Santa got to the door his . “T think you will Ike it, and you|mask fell off, and who do you sup- a won't 1 hookey more, will] pose :t was? His father! He got up 4 can|you?” John said he would not. janc ran towards dim. His father ‘airy asked.| ‘They went to school the next morn-| picked him up and kissed him, at the|ing, and John soon learned to like] The next day was the happlest day fairy wavel her wand and went away'| s¢ some any nool. Soon they were the smartest|in the year. The little boy wished and was seen no more, After that|boys im the room. And John said) his father would always be as kind the boy did all he could to help his|school is nothing but pleasure, {as he was that day. mothe; HORACE DUNN. | MILDRED R. RINESMITH, MANUEL EVANS, We Grade 4. | West Grade 4. | North Casper, Grade ‘A SAVINGS ACCOUNT Will be a concrete, definite resolution that can be seen, felt and appreciated. It is an easy resolution to make—but not always so easy to keep unless you do TWO THINGS— Start Now and Deposit Regularly Start now and come back every pay day. You will gain if you save systemati- cally. Frequent smal] deposits mean more in the long run than the occasional larger deposits. The first thing to do is TO START. Decide what you want, then save for it. Plan your savings account for a definite purpose—a home of your own, an education for your children, a partnership in business, a vacation trip— you know what you want. DECIDE—THEN SAVE FOR IT. Begin today with your Christmas nest egg. LAY A FIRM FOUNDATION FOR A SUCCESSFUL YEAR The New Year’s wish from this bank is that all of our friends and patrons who have contributed to our success during the year may have a splendidly success- The Casper National Bank 4323 1889 Thirty-Four Years of Service—May We Serve You