Casper Daily Tribune Newspaper, January 14, 1923, Page 12

“SUNDAY, JANUARY 14, 1923. The Life of a Flower. One day a@ tiny flower seed was This seed was very glad to be plant- e4 and told everyone of her sisters apd her brothers how glad she was, but they all Isughed at her and said she would be very sorry when ehe grew to be a large flower. She paid no attention to them and kept on be- ing happy. A few days after that the flower found that she had some white roots. “This made her happler still to think that she was growing. The flower loved the birds, the trees and leaves seemed to whisper to one another; most of all the warm sun. Dey by day she grew and each day some one would pass by and remark how large she was growing. After several weeks passed by the Uttle flower bloomed and became a beautiful blue flax. When all the flow that were in the field they very nice but they were not there to have people admire them. They must be used otherwise. A man came one day and cut the bead off the little but she did not mind. She knew that she herself was going to make something pretty. When a factory she loved to hear the people admire her beauty and always was good natured while the other flowers were all angry and said that the factory hurt them and they did not lke the sun or anything else. The cloth was all mede now; the ttle blue flax was very proud of the fine cloth she had become, One day a pretty lady came into the. store where the blue cloth was and said she would take it ali. After she had bought the goods the woman hed a women to make tt up into a blue frock. The blue flower was very glad she had. been made into a beautiful dress. She loved the little girl who the dress. Many months passed by and the @ress became old and worn, so the children decided to put it into the fire. leaves Stil the flower aid not care end/qwaion made a very nice bed when burning she thought of the indeed i days gone by. FRANCES RAY, Perk School, Grade 7 ‘The Greedy Boy. WCE there was a little boy, whose name was Tommy. and his sister, whose name was Betty. It was De cember 24th. Thetr mother told them to hahg| their stockings up so Sante Claus could find them. The two children did as thelr mother hed told them, then went to bed. ‘When Tommy, who was very sreedy, saw that his sister was asleep he got up and exchanged his stock- ings. Instead of his own stockings he put up a pair of his mother’s long + ones. ‘That night when Santa camo he fMed Betty’s stockings, then looked with surprise at Tommy's. He found that there was another Firl's pair of stockings, ao he filled them with presents for a girl. Next morning Betty was real happy, but ‘Tommy was not because he had got- ten all ght’s things, for being so Breedy. ‘When Christmas comes next year, and Tommy is looking for Santa, we are sure he will not be so greedy. s HAZEL HANCOCK. [{Editor’s Note—The Tribune vfill print-each week in the Magazine Section of the Sunday paper this depart- ment of prose and verse by the pupils of the schools. Only the best articles will be printed, and each week an Honor Roll will be published, containing the names of the three best stories of the preceding week and the authors. The Tribune Story Contest Editor will judge the stories and an- nounce the winners weekly. ‘ i Fourth, Fifth and Sixth Grade stories will be judged to- gether, and Seventh and Eighth Grade stories together. Today’s department contains some stories from all these Sick ee but the best will be chosen in each class, respec- tively. All the stories are written in school, under the teacher’s supervision, and the contestants are not permitted to get help pom their parents or from older persons in the com- position. The Sad Little Bird. | LITTLE Robin Red Breast Is Flying to the South; And other little birds Are talking of the drouth. “But I,” said one little bird, “T am going to stay here, | For I am used to the cold | And have a nest in the rear Of an old barn.” Then after all the rest had gone And had left him there to stay He was not half so gay, For the wind had blown the barn away. And poor little birdie had no om e . And he knew no other place to) roam The snow was falling fast, And the wind howled past, All the world was white And everything was quiet And poor little birdie Thought he was sure to die, Ther. cll of a sudden A vacant bush did he spy Then he hopped over to tt And gave a great sigh. There were a feto dry twigs and There he was happy and gay, | There he lived until in May. | —Sherman Mortenson. Park School, Grade 4. | The Christmas Plan. © | UST a few days ago we children Were planning what we could get our parents and teachers and friends for Christmas, and just think we only had 66 cents apiece. We were begin- nings to get discourage® as we could) not think what we culd get for so| many with 66 cents. Then Daddy came in and said,| “Well, children, I will help you tf you! are willing to work. I have a plan. I think we can sell a few Christmas | trees for 50 cents apiece, and the money can be yours.” We went to work with good will and got such beautiful trees that we sold them| without a bit of trouble, We got all! the presents we wanted. And gave! the rest of our money to the Com-| munity club of our town, lke the} club we have in North Casper, to buy} presents for the little boys and girls} who, like ourselves didn't have but) 66 cents to buy presents for Christ-! mas. JULIA ROENSCH, North Grade 3. per, jand he enjoyed {t very much, Some | watermelon. Jackie's Accident. . One Sunday afternoon some friends came after Jackio and his sister in the car. They went about in the country about twenty-six miles. They @ good place to stop by a river. The man got out with his two boys and Jackie and his sister got out. They started u> and they got close to the top @nd started down. Jackie was leading and he started running somehow. He was about to the bot- tom when he stubbed his toe and fell down, In this manner he fractured and punctured his side. His side hopped from stone to stone, and stopped once in a while to keep from running. She finally got down to Jackie and picked him up. They took him to the doctor and the doctor took an X-ray picture of his head. They rushed him to the hospital where nurses dressed the wounds, Then the people went down and got Jackie's mother. She stayed a little while with Jackie and then the doctor took Jackie's mother down to his office end showed her the X-ray picture. Then she went home but she did not sleep a wink that night. The next day was Labor day, and Jackie wanted to see the celebration so bad but he couldn't go. His mother came to the hospital. She was always saying something funny and Jackie would laugh and it always burt his side. Then his mother went home again at noon. But Jackie did not get any supper for three days. Jackie got out on next Monday. The last supper he had was watermelon friends came and Jackle said he had The man said he had lots of water.:¢lon. Jackle soon got out of the hospital. He always got up to the window and watched the school children play ball. He often went out to gst some fresh air and watch them play. He eoon got well and sald he never would climb another hil. HERBERT JONES, East Casper, Grade 5. parce ia Seabed The Kite. OFTEN sit and wish that I could \ _ My Corduroy Breeches. | My First Experience on | ‘mother sat up half the owing A att termi 7 fa all ther 3 She eaid, “I'll save a lot of stitches,” So she Bought me the toughest kind of corduroy gard The next day I fought swith And my clothes goth dusty. They enigpat me wth Paiideg Ice Skates. I received my skates two years ago this Christmas and, of course, was very eager to try them out After re- ceiving permission from my aunt,,, with whom I was: staying at that time, I hurriedly went to a pond a short way from the house. I put my skates on and thinking them secure started out, My ekates came off and I had a very hard fall. North Casper. West Casper. Pte. shen Rut that was not unusual, as I haa|| East Casper. But it did not feel eo stingey| had auite a few tumbles before this under my corduroy B: eg,| that I have not mentioned. R x ; After putting my skates on again, My Gifts. Sunday I dressed in my best}tnis time securely, I proceeded to clothes try to skate. After a few more tum: And my new shoes pinched my) bea I got to the point where 1 ata|] toonder what Santa is planning toes; Of course, I felt in lots of ditches And I wished for my corduroy breeches. —Donald Evans, South Casper School, Grade 4 ————_—_—_— The Wonderful Matchbox NCH long ago there lived some People who were not more than six inches high at the most. Now it happened that Queen Mab was ruling at that time, She was so good to everyone that even the poor People tried to give her something yew she had a rnatchbox which someone had given her. {ne Cay sho called all of her wise men together to see what sife should do with the match box. “One of them suggested she make a bed out of it. Put she said sho had a good ensuga bed already. The next one said, make a throne out of it, But she had the best throne in the world. The next one then stepped up and maid, “Ob, Queen, why not maxe a coach out of the matchhox.” At that the queen jnst screamed with delight and then called to her servant. She said, “Send for the carpenter and goldsmith at once.” As soon as they got there she said to the carpenter, “Plan a beautiful design for my coach.” To thie gold- smith sho said, “Gather all of my gold together and set to work and make the most beautiful cover for my coach possible.” They all set to work and in less than three days’ time they had it completed. On the fourth day the queen sent out notices saying that if they went to the park and watched they would eee the most beautiful coach in the ‘world. The people knew at once that the queen was going to ride through the park and everyone wanted to celeb- rate. Now it happened a man had just been to Fairyville and he said “While i was in Fairyville I saw the most deautiful tree in the world. The peo- ple called it the geranium. Let us send @ messenger to get it and we will plant {t in honor of the queen.” So they sent a messenger on their speediest horse to get the tree. That afternoon when the queen rode up to the fountain there were be a Kite up in the sky, And ride up on the breeze and, go What ever way it chanced to blow. Then I could look beyond the town, And see the river winding down And follow all the ships that sail Like me, before the merry gale. BERNARD MURPHY, Park School, Grade 4, Age 9. all of the people ready to vlant the tree in honor of the queen and while they planted it they sang this song: © red, rose red blossom tree Now let the pretty queen see For she is the Queen of Fairyland. Now all of you start to play the band. DOROTHY ROBINSON, South School, Grade 4. Our Honor Roll First—V zion Peterson, “Lucy Lee and the Sandman,” Second—Wilma Lucile Kisler, ‘Joy,’ North Casper. Third—Irma Hanson, “Merrily We Jingle Along,” Best Seventh and Amelia Shikany, ‘The True hth Grade Story. tory of Father Christmas,” Two Little Poor Children. was Christmas eve and every- body was happy except a little poor girl and boy out in the colt The girl hugged a shawl around her while the boy stamped nis feet to keep warm. These two had no tres and no pres- ents. They walked up and down the street. The tree with strings of pop corn on ‘t and presents around it. The next house they came to they saw a larser tree, prettier than the other. ‘The presents had all been The Fir Tree. FIR TREE once lived tn the for. taken off and children were laugh- ing and having a good time. The poor children got closer and closer until they had their noses we not fall down every few minutes. I was skating along quite well when a hole unobserved by myself wwas directly in my path. I fei, and ‘the cold water completely surrounded my legs and knees. Fortunately, the creek was shallow and I was much relieved when I felt my feet touch bottom. . Dripping wet, I scrambled to the bank, and taking off my skates, hur- ried home. After changing clothes, I hung my dripping garments by the fire and they were soon dry. CATHERINE FINCK. Central, Grade 7. Keeping Watch. NCE there were some twins. Their mother told them to go to bed. They said they wanted to watch for Santa Claus. Their mother told them Santa would not come unless they went to bed. So they said they would go to bed. They got ready and went to bed. But when their mother went to bed they got up to sit on the bench and watch for Santa Claus. They got so sleepy they fell asleep. Santa Claus came and filled heir rtoc).iogs with candy, The next morn- ing thelr mother got up and saw them there, She was ao surprised. When they woke un they were surprised, too. Their mother said, “Why di¢nt you go to bed like you said you would The twins sald they d‘i go to bed but they gct upgfo water for Santa Claus and he didn’t come. Tnelr mother cure them thelr stockings to put cu. But they were full of things and the twins couldn't get them on. So they took their things out end began to play. Their mother (said, “The next time you stay up Santa won't bring you any- thing.” IONE FARQUHAR, North Casper, Grade 4. Tiger Lily. With your green bed of moss, Your pretty spotted head you toss And when the wind is blowing slow Your spotted head sways to and fro. For my biggest and nicest gift. There is so much to ask for, I shouldn’t wonder a bit. He might forget a few things And maybe two, don’t you know, He will have to divide a little Some places where he has to go Persaps a child has forgotien To ask him for a present at all And he'll have to take from the others A doll, a sled or a ball. So if mine is lacking something d & understand and say, A right and jolly and good old Christmas ‘|Over alt the broad earth today. Florence Moncisco, Park School, Grade pil ct eae. A Dog’s Brave Deed. HERE once was a dog who was a@ very pretty collle. This dog was owned by a man named Mac. He dealed in sheep and needed a Breat many dogs to ‘thelp the sheep- herders with the sheep. This dog's name was Shep. The herder had 5,085 sheep and had to keep with them winter and summer, through fice, snow and sleet. One cold day Shep and Mac were jout with the sheep and were suffer- jing with the cold, when Shep started up an excited barking, Mac at once rode over to see what was the mat- ter. When he got thero he, too, was surprised, for there in the snow there were the fotprints of many cattle. There was not # cattle ranch in that territory that he knew of. The rustlers! They were supposed to be around there somewhere but as yet no person had found any proof of tt He followed the tracks for a ways and they soon Jed him into a canyon. He followed the canyon tnatil the tracks led him into a secret cave, He lwent through this till he heard the stamping of cattle. Just ahead there Was a bend. Around the bend he saw a fire, and sitting around the You are the prettiest flower on the/fire were five men. ‘The rustlers. nin, ‘He crept up to the fire, and cried, Even more beautiful than the daf-|Hands up.” A shot rang out but fodil, from the entrance of the caye, It Through the long summer days you/almost grazed him but not quite. By remain this time he had the captives tied and To greet the birds and showers of rain. You grow in the forest with the trees Your honey is gathered by wild bees Sometimes you grow where the land is hilly, GLEN OLSON, Central, Grade 6. Oh, beautiful spotted Tiger Lily. went to find the man who had shot the other shot. He found Shep stand- jing a man with a gun in his hand. jAnother rustler, He tied him also. |Shep had seized him by the arm and jhad Jarred it so the bullet did not hit Mac, A reward of $1,000 was given to Mac for the captor of the rustlers, WILLIAM BUSTARD. A est with a lot of other trees. This|Pressed against the window pane. tree did not like to lve in the fobest,| The children inside held out thelr He was alwas moaning to himself.|hands and said to come in. They One day he said, “Oh, I wish I was|opened the door and stepped inside. hot the tallest tree in the forest.|One ‘girl threw her own coataround Then I would not have to do any-|the shoulders of the little girl and thing but look at the other tree. But another put the little girl's hands in as I am the tallest, I have to shelter/her own muff while another gave the smaller ones." One day the tree was moaning to himself, when some men were sean with axes, coming toward him. They Were soon there. ‘Whey took their +xes and startec. to chop him. Ho cried out, “Oh! oh! That hurts! Please don't! Oh, please don’t!" The men only laughed et this and sald, “As we have chopped you a little bit, we wiil 0 on and chop you clear down until you fall to the ground.” The mon took him and put him into a wagon. Scon they marched home. They put him in a shed and locked the door. But the door soon opened again. In came four children, They talke¢, and looked at the tree. They soon went out It was so lonely the fir tree did not know what to do. After a while they came in and car ried him to the house and they nailed & box on his foot. Then they put it in front of the fireplace. They put @ lot of pretty things on him. It was now Christmas eve, Ths tree ‘liked it in this warm place. Soon the can- dies were lit. It was a lovely sight to see. Then presents were put on him. The next mornmmg when the tree was just beginning to wake up the children ran in. ‘They formed ® circle around the treo and sang songs and danced. The fir tree sighed and sald, “I did not know I was going to be a Christmas tree. Did you?” MAURINE PETERSON, North Casper, Grade 5. What Happened to a Newsboy. HERE is a bravo little boy who lives here In Casper. He was selling papers. It was a bitter cold night knd so he went into a barber- shop to get warm. The men felt sor- ry for him, for he bac no underwear and there were creat big holes in his shoes. The men took up a col- lection to get the boy some new clothes. They got him a sweater, two suits of underwear and a coat. When they went to the house they found that there were eight broth- ers and sisters. They went to several stores and bought things for them for Christmas. When the children saw the things they were very. happy. There were several presents for each. There were sweaters, coats, gloves and sults. The children were very happy and ever after they have been dressed warm. RUTH BUNCE. North Casper, Grade 3. her a doll. The boy found some at his feet and strings of ak, around his neck. an The poor children asked them why they all were so good to them. One little girl said, “It ts because it is the birthday of the Iittle Lord Jesus and the time to give.” These poor children were very happy now. ELEANOR SHUMAKER. Park School, Grad Two Kittens. [HERE were once two little kit- tens that were lost. It had snow- ed and they were very cold. They could not find thelr way home Dut at last they found a path and, de cided to follow it and see where they came to. They walked and walked and walked until they got so cold that they didn't know what to do. ‘They at last came to B great big house. They somehow maneged to jump up on the porch. Then they went up to the door and said, “Meow, meow." At last a little girl came to the door and guess what she found. the two lttle kittens snuggled all ip in the Coor mat. Thie lttle girl, whose name was Genevieve, said, “Oh, mother, come here quick and sco what"I ‘have found. Her mother was busy then but she said she would come to the door in a minute. So just as she came to the door one of the kittens let out @ loud “Meow.” ‘Then Genevieve said, “Oh, mother, Please may I keep them?” “Alright,” said her mother. And they became Genevieve's greatest pets. ZBLLA WYATT. Park School, Grate 4. The Two Mice. ONCE there were two mice, | They ate lots of spice, But when they went to town They always would have frown, These little four-legged we Had very funny features ’ But in their funny house There was a baby mouse. This little wee baby mouse On its birthday in the house, Did seem very happy ‘Cause Mother made it Paty. —Warren Santer. South Casper School, Grade 4 RSE BY CASPER POETS READ AT BOOKMAN’S CIRCLE H-2-O vs. Moon In looking back to boyhood days I always love to think Of the pump, that stood outside the kitchen door. And even in my fancy I can hear the dipper clink Like the tinkle of the cowbell on the moor. I can hear the water gurgle and the rusty handle creak; I sce the thirsty harvesters and almost hear them speak. For in the Good old Summer Time how gladly would they seek The pump that stood outside the kitchen door! The otty water of today, so life- less and so flat Starts me-ycarning for those happy days of yore, When coming from the’ hayfield I would drop my troaid-brim | ef, | wokth a glorious crimson hat g'otw, By the pump that stood outside|Dtamonds, that lent a luster, to the kitchen door. the beauty of the snow, We hear of oaken buckets, and toe read of crystal springs, Of running brooks and mountain streams, and all these other things; But dearer yet to my mind is the memory which clings Around the pump that stood out- side the kitcheh door. There are places in town twhere we often go to drown Both our thirst and sorrow in this Vale of Tears. Where drinks from near and far are served upon a marble bar | So with eagerness we quaff the| Oup that cheers. Here a bored, world-weary crowd | with coarse jest and laugh- +e aibing drinks that N ‘Are imbibing drinks that Nature would deplore. Drinks that never could compete with the sparkling crystal treat | At the pump that stood outside the kitchen door. —Roy Churchill Smith. Rais Aad teal Jewels In the Snow ils was weary and heart-sick, this morning, With an unrest, that at times we all know. When I chanced to look out and saw, scattered about Myraid Jewels, in the snow, They lay like a broken Necklace, that’s been hastily cast aside, Or a shining, gleaming Tiara, on the forehead of a bride, Rubies, that flashed and glitter- Emeralds, that glowed brighter, than any ever seen. Scintillating Topaz, with shimmering golden sheen. Turquoise, shone with dainty fairness, colored bright with Heaven’s blue. And the brilliant pink of Corals, blended with the others too. their The Madman H2 had made several fortunes in mining And had lost them in oil, But he spent not a minute repin- in Nor missing his spoil. He had risen beyond aspiration And had is disgraced, Nor troubled his heart that a na- tio nm His name had erased. | But his soul swith a.woman’s was pitted And the girl threw him down; Now that’s why they call him half-witted As he goes about toton. GENE MARTIN. My Mother You, who have known no longer and better than any other; You, who watched over me when an infant; You, who taught me to crawl and then to walk; You, who taught me to play, taught me to talk; You, who placed thoughts of great- Soon the Frost King, ness in my mind as you prayed that some day those thoughts would bear fruit and produce a real man. ‘You, who led me to seek the things sent his Envoys To select, with painstaking care, From the wealth of gleaming in fe that build character and splendor | endure to the end of time: re- Crown Jewels, for him to wear. | Mgion, education, charity for the Then the tho’t was born unto me,| shortcomings of others, sympathy It was given me to know, | and help for the unfortunate and That God , to a heart, with the afflicte sorrow spent You, who watched me grow from in- The sight of, those Jewels in the fant to youth and from youth to snow, manhood; NAILIL NIGLE. Tou, who give me the same tander | care, the same good advice, and| make the same sacrifices for me that you have from my birth; You, who, though growing old, hold in your heart for me the same love and same interest you gave me when first you held me in your arms; To you, my beloved, mother, now that I am tossed to and fro upon the sea of life, in sunshine and storm, meeting friends who come and go as the days go by, my heart goes out in tenderness with the love that should be yours. For me you have lived; my successes have been your joys, my failures your sorrows. you, My Mother, I owe all that I am or that I ever expect to be and though grown to manhood's estate surely there can be no greater joy to me and to you than that I should put business cares behind me, travel the miles that separate us to the scenes of my childhood,.and amid those scenes have you take me in your arms and tell me that your @reams, your prayers, your am- bitions for me are being realized. be with you again and be again your Uttle boy. —HENRY E."PERKINB. Fortified. I can never be unhappy again! Life may cause me to suffer once To more, But it cannot make me unhappy. For I have given my happiness Into the keeping Of a bit of sky, A bare hillside, And clouds that pass all day. I look at them and know I am fortified. Neal Gallatin, i One Year Old Today Dimpled little babyhkins, One year old today; Why, it was but yester'eve That you came to stay. Precious little “lump o’ love,” Full of happy joy, Creeping out of babyhood Into little boy. You are growing all too fast, Stop it if id can; mow, our babykins First we Is a great. big man. —Mrs, Lillian £. Van Burgh. pa en arf To My Mother You do not live in material things You live in my thoughts, and the memory that brings, All the loved touches, the looks, and the feel, Of those dear kinds hands that could soothe and heal. You live in the song of a bird, a breath, of cold death; You live in the clouds, in the woMeper ted, breeze, You bh wind-swept trees, erfumed air,~not in pale, ve in the sough of the You live,—your. wonderful spirit sublime, Will mold a thought, thru eons of time, “You can never die, — but again and again, ir children’s, chil- dren’s ol KATHARYN OHAPPELL. Je Vous Remerci (I Thank You.) You taught me love And we set scil on yassion’s st sea My bark of reason swayed and dipped Antds you reached out a hand to steady -me You bro’t me safely to the shore Nor would you let me stray It was best And now, today Je vous remerct. You taught me Life My lips touched yours Yours arms encircled me I drank the cup, the cup of Life And found it ecstasy But as deeper I would drink You took the cup from me It was best ‘ You live in the glow of fire-side warm, I can hear your voice thru the rage of the storm; Reet tae in epring, in summer, in . And now, today Je vous remerci. You taught me duty My path lies straight ahead My arms are longing, empty My heart is sed Yow saved me from myself For then, I did not know Or care what came to me And I feel your presence in win- ter’s pall. Alone, or one of a jostling crowd, Your voice, is with me, still, not loud; You live, and come back to me thru the years, And I’m flooded with or quick, hot tears; You knew best 80 now, today Je vous remerci. —M. Montabd? Savaresy. sunshine, 1 Our Secret. We dance—we sing— We greet the Spring With happy hearts and voices; Tl tell you why This cloudless sky, And why the heart rejoices. We're going home; We hope to roam So far again, no never. It’s joy to think We're not to drink The ewile’s cup forever. To all I say My heart today With joy is o’erflowing For it is fraught With this one thoughts We're sure that we are going. | How can we wait Until the date To turn our faces westward? Of any word Man ever heard, Home is about the best word. The secret true I’ve told to you. Can’st blame me for my pran- cing? If not these bones, Then senseless stones Would break forth into dancing. friend, apend measure ; So come m: _ And we will An-hour in joyf To celebrata With joyous fete The time of 80 much pleasure. —Hermae Sterret Phelpe, + — ee The beat eyesight !s possesed by those who live in a country that is flat and unbroken. An Eskimo can see a white fox against the snow at an incredible distance, and ‘an Arab can seo objects at a distances of five miles. Lowest Storage in Casper Guaranteed Repair Work, Acety. lene Welding, Gas, Oil and Greases and Crank Case Service. Brakes Examined Free ACCESSORIES Willis-Hackett Co, 863 S. Ash St. Phone 18913V, SOMETIME You will take Chiropractic adjustments for the remov- al of the cause of your disease. Do it NOW, before it is too late. No medicine, no surgery, no osteopathy. ROBERT N. GROVE, Chiropractor Palmer School Graduate Over White’s Grocery Phone 2220 ‘