Norwich Bulletin Newspaper, January 23, 1913, Page 9

i \gTass. ‘Although old Joe Gi Rules for Young Writers. 1. Write plainly on one side Ure pen and Taky st be. siven profarence.” Do a0t use over 250 words. > g will v Sed. & Write age and your name, ad- dress plainly at the bottom of the story. X Address all communications to Ul cle Jed, Bulletin Offce. “Whatever you are—Be that; ‘Whatever you say—Be true. Straightforwardly act, Be_ honest—in_ fact, Be nobody else but you.” — POETRY. Poppy-Land Express. The first train starts at 6 p. m. For the land where the Poppy grows; The mother, dear, is the engineer, And the passenger laughs and crows. | The palace-car is the mother’s arms,” The whistle a low, sweet strain, The passenger winks and nods and 1 And goes to sleep in the train. At 8 p. m. the next train For the Poppy-iand afar The.summons ciear falls on the ear, “All aboard for the sleeping-car.” starts “But what is the fare to Poppy-land? I bope it is not dear.” The fare is this—a hug and a kiss, And 'tis paid to the engineer. So I aeked of Him who children took On His knees in kindness great, “Take charge, I pray, of the train each day That leaves between 6 and 8. “Keep watch o'er the thus I pray, “For to me they are very dear; And speclal ward, O gracious Lord O'er the gentle engineer.” Edgar W. Abbot. passengers,” Uncle Jed's Talk to Wide-Awakes. Uncle Jed notices that some of the Wide-Awakes trajn their pets, some breaking steers, and he has beea won- | dering whether they do it by love or by fear, for that is what makes the dif- ference between training and break- ing. In old times everybody used to send their animals to professionals to have them broken. An animal that is broken with the lash and bard words has lost its epirit and confldence in man as a friend, hence it never attains the most intelligent action. Keep the confidence af pets of all kinds by handling them. gently, feed- ing them regularly and speaking to them kindly but firmly. It takes care and patience to show a dumb creat- ure what i{s wanted and as soon as they know tHey act promptly and even do thelr stunts wiith great pleasure. Those whe lose their patiénce and cuff them over the. ears because they do not understand have a broken creature that finds no joy in its werk. Pet animals only show their full traits where they feel perfectly at home, and they can do their business best under the same conditions that 2 human being can. You can be cruel to animals in speech, for some of them are very sen- gitive. The pulse of a race horse has been made to beat four times a min- ute faster by a cross word. Cross words make them feel as you feel, and | you know how that is. Uncle Jed has pets and they come and do their stunis without being asked to atiract his attentton so as to win some favor and they usually geot it £ Never think you are breaking an THE WIDE AWAKE CIRCLE of the | which excites no fear. %| “The Little Princess of Tower Hill" ing 1t by lovimg, patient endeavor Prize Book Winners. 1—Sophie Thoma, of Norwich, “A Gay Charmer,” by Mrs. L. T. Meade. stories.or letters omnly | 2_Helen Whittaker, of Providence, “Water Babies,” by Charles Kingsley. 3—Minnie Magel, of Taftville, Ani- mal Stories for Little People. 4—Robert Calkins, of Kissimmee, Fla. A Child’s Garden of Verses. 5—Charles S. Hart, of Hope, R. I, “Aunt Martha's Corner Cupboard,” by the Misses Kirby. 6—Richard C. Moran of Norwich, Andersen’s Fairy Tales. 7—Harriet R. Wildliams of Norwich, Swiss Family Robinson. 8—Adelle Demuth, of Baitic, “Seven Maids,” by L. T. Meade. Winners of prize books living in Nor- wich may call at the Bulletin business office for them at any hour after 10 a. m., on Thursday. LETTERS OF_ACKNOWLEDGMENT. Caroline Wright of West Ashford: I wish to thank vou for the nice !:0!)471{i have read some of it and found it very interesting. Nellie Catter of Scotland: I thought I would write and thank vou for my book. I have read it through and my mother has nearly finished it. We have both found it very interesting. I think Mrs. Meade's books are very good. Thank you very much for it. n M. Brehant of Locust Valley, L. L: I received the prize book you sent me, “Bad Little Hannah.” I thank you very much for it. I have read it and found it very interesting. STORIES WRITTEN BY WIDE- AWAKES. Selfishness. “Mary, please give me a Ilittle of your candy?” sald her brother George on Christm: morning. “No! T want it all myeelf,” sald Mary peevighly. “All right,” said George. Mary ate her candy all day long, ;\ot giving any to her brother or coue nK. In the afternoon her cousin Frank asked her to ride on his new sled. Off she went, with her candy in her hand. She had a fine time riding on the sied, but she gave Frank no candy, nor did she thank him for her pleasant afternoon. 3 In the evening her Uncle John came from the city. He brought with him several boxes of city-made candy— one box for each boy and girl. Mary’s mother said she should not have any. as she had already eaten teo much. This made Mary very sorry; but her mother was firm, so she had none of her uncle’s -nice candy. . Next morning, when her brothers and cousins offered her some of their candy, she felt much ashamed of her conduct of the day before. Don’t vou think Mary would have enjoyed her candy more had she given some to her brothers and cousins? SOPHIE THOMA, Age 11. Norwich. My Aquarium. I have an aquarium in my back yard. My mother gave me a tub. I put it six Inches into the ground. I put some mud at the bottom and eome sand over it so that when anything was dropped in the water would not get muddy., anq made a clay bank so my turtles could climb to the surface and breathe. I have two turtles, some lizards and some frogs' eggs, which are nearly out, and some water cress planted at the bottom. I have a few gold fish in it. I had three, but two died. RENE. R. ROULEAU, Age 13. Norwich. The Autobiography of An*Umbrella. I am a nice new umbrella and was i;;r;: in Chicago on the 19th of July, On Aug. 1, 1912 I was-shipped to New York in a packing box with many more of my friends.| I stayed two days in this box after I arrived in New York. I was then taken out and placed in a store window.. It was a very warm day and a little sun shower came up. A lady came running in the store and asked the clerk to let her see an umbrella. Five or six umbrellas were animal, but realize that you are feach- brought out and I was among them. OLD JOE GR. (Copyrighted by {(Written for the Wide-Awake Circle.) Most folks do net realize that a grasshopper 90 days old iz as old as a man at 90 years, or that among | grasshoppers there may be Methuse- lahs as there have been among men. Qild Joe Grasshopper had passed his 108 days and was among his tribe living on borrowed time. It was a warm day in February when the ground was free from snow and the sun was warm that Old Joe thought he would just for once look the landecape over in winter. He moved slowly, but finally climbed a golden rod stem and clung there in the sun until it seemed to him as if he should enjoy a little wing exercise, and when the sun was warmest he sprang into the air and clumsily flew to & clump of mulleins beneath whose blanket-like leaves he might creep and spend the cokd nights and peep out and see the bright davs. He landed with a thump, like a man who had lost lost coatrel of his filying machine, and rolled over several times before he got his footing and his bearings. Mr. Grasshopper looked up to see if anyone saw him light, or was inclined to laugh at his style. Of course, no grasshopper would, for such clumsy landing s in the regular form to them; but the birds who regard grasshoppers as we do turkeys—as something nioce 10 eat—might laugh and later gobble him up. He did not get his eve upon a foe, and he took possession of the mullein patch and used to peek out om warm middays and see the birds fly by who would eat him if they Jknew he was there; and we shall not make fun of him #f he thought he was 2 smart fellow. One day he came out at noon and meunted the mullein stalk. It was one of those bright February days when ‘winter and spring seem to get together for a chat, when day-files dance in the sunlight, an occasional butterfly fits aeross the fields, and a few young grasshoppers come out to play in the had lived so long he did ’:::W know that ‘oung grasshoppers ever came ouf to in‘k in the sun in February, and when he discoversd a brood skipping and pleying in the brown grass surprised and very muych he did not call them Diabollans as an exeited human elder mfi bhave done; ou - t you CAlakin’ o 18 Be foalin’ in tha ada. SUNNY DAYS IN INSECTVILLE | and biteth like &n adder?” | but shouted: he was excited, but | ASSHOPPER The Bulletin.) snine? Don’t you know the breath of Jack Frest stingeth llke a serpent In grasshopper language ramscallions must have meant little scamps or something like that, for the little grass- hoppers stopped their piay and looked up, for they did not know there was sny grown grasshopper ‘round but Ma, and began to wonder where the grass- hopper was that was chiding them. Mrs. QGrasshopper espled Old Joe first a8 he was massaging his hind legs and getting ready to jump. She put on her eyeglasses and glared, as mothers do, at impudence on the mul- | | asked me if T wanted to go hunting lein stalk. She was indignant and did not call him Mr. Joseph Grasshopper, “You old Highflier! What you mak- ing so much noise about? What you trying to frighten my little ones for I can take care of them if you wil only mind your own business and take care of vourself!” Old Joe Grasshopper was trying to say he meant no harm, that he was only doing by others as he would be done by, when Mr. Blue Jay swooped down and flew away with Old Joe in his bill while Mrs. Grasshopper and her little ones hid under the thick soft leaves of the mullein which had shel- tered Old Joe. When the blue jay had gone and the flutter of excitement was over Ma Grasshopper spoke to her children thus: ‘“Life is full of peril, and sometimes when folks think rhey are doing good for others they are &oing harm to themselves. You saw what became of Mr. Joseph Grasshopper”—she did not want to call him Old Joe before the children, although that was his nick- name in the tribe—“he became a mor- sel because of his conceit. He perched high and warned others, and fell a vic- tim to his own carelessness. He should have had his eve on Mr. Jay, not on you—your ma is still capable of taking oare of you. Keep your eyes right ia this world and don’t make too much nollbwhen silence is better for you, and better for all concerned.” Then she sald to herself: “There's no uee of mourning for Old Joe Grass- boy or man. more than ore prize. the yield of one acre only. CORN-GROWIN Who M Compete—Any farmer o e - Ornly one entry can be made from a farm, which can be made by the owner, 3 It will be better to write for blanks now, and familiarize yourselves with the details. CONTEST FOR 1913 The Bulletin Offers $230.00 In Prizes : SEVEN PRIZES—S$100. to 1sf; $50. to 2nd; $25. to 3rd and 4th; and $10. each fo nexi three in order To Promote Corn Growing in New London and Windham Counties The Bulletin makes this offer fdr the best acres of oorn grown by r farmer’s boy in New London or Windham Counties may compete. No ocontestant will be awarded his son, or lessee. Date of Entry—Notice of intention to compete should be sent to The Bulletin Company en or before April 1, 1918. a c t. The awards wii be made upon Al ¢t of Land—Any amount of land may be planted, provided it is actually one acre or over in extent. 238 of This one acre must be one piece, and may be selected by the contestant at harvest or before, but must come within and be a part of the plece entered in the contest. The quality of the corn will be decided by 4 free latoratory test fnade by the Storrs College expert from one quart of selected corn. IT WILL REQUIRE FIFTY NAMES TO WARRANT THE COMPETITION. She was looking them all over for a long handle. At last she sighted me and picked me out. She brought me into the streets. 1 saw many um- brellas, but none I knew. I was| brought through a large crowd a.nd’ up a pair of long stairs. Then I was closed up and put in a pail to drip. When the water had all dripped from me, she opened me, and put me in" a stoop to dry. I tell you I was very sick after that, but I soon recovered. I was put away and a week after I was taken out in a rain storm and the wind blew so hard that it blew me inside out. This was the end of my city life. NORA MURPHY, Age 13. Taftville. The Child Weifare Exhibition. Saturday afternoon I visited In- fantry hall to see “The Child Welfare Exhibition.” The first exhibit was sev- eral deaf children being taught the dif- ferent sounds. Next was the cooking class, where little tots in apron and cap were Cook- ing, while others set a table and one served with the skill of a talented hostess. Next was a class in oratory, and further on one in sewing. In the large hall an immense crowd had gathered and I soon learmed that there was to be folk dancing. There were the Scotch dances, and a very pretty Swedish dance in which only one Bwede participated, and also the graceful American minuet. A dentist had an office where chil- dren were given a free examination and told the defects in their teeth. Thers alse w ere the housekeeping rooms, where were shown the best sanitary households. All told, I spent a pleasant after- noon. HELEN M. WHITTAKER. Providence, R. L The Poppy and the Cornflower. Once upon a time in a far off coun- try there lived a great king. This king had a-little daughter. Her name was Poppina. - Princess Poppina had a bad habit of wanting everything her own way, and because she was a princess she gener- ally got it The princess was very fond of red and always dressed in beautiful shades of that color. One day the little princess called her maid, a sweet modest little girl, and told her to dress her for a walk. As they walked down the road a sudden storm came up and, seeing some peasants at work in the fields, they called to them for shelter. The men were tying up great sheaves of wheat, and the princess told them to build a shelter of them for her maid and herself. The men were afraid to disobey, but they mildly tried to reason with her. She stamped her foot and called them “blockheads” and told them to go_to work. No sooner were the children inside when the wheat house was struck by lightning and both children and house were burned. The men hurried to tell the king. On the following morning where the children were burned there had sprung up a beautiful crimson poppy and a pale blue cornflower. MINNIE MAGEL, Age 12. Taftville. The Naughty Chicken. little chicken saw a duck in the It was a mother duck swimming in the 4 A brook one day. with her brood water. The little chicken asked her mother if she might go into the brook to swim. “Oh, no,” said the mother hen; “your feet were not made for swim- They were made only for walk- ing” The chicken began to peep and cry when her mother would not let her go to swim. The little chicken did not believe her mother. She said to her- self that she could swim as well as the duck. She knew she could go and not be_drowned. While her mother was scratching the ground, the naughty chicken went into the brook. She did not have time to peep before her head was under the had put her to bed and had gone down stairs she jumped up and went into the library. The mucilage was on a desk, and Edith emptied it over her head and rubbed it in well. Then she went back to bed again, sure that her hair would now be curly. ’ Oh! what a little fright she was when morning came! Her pretty brown hair was stuck tight to her head in a thick mass. Her mamma tried to wash the mucil- age out, but it could not be done. The poor little head had to be shaved at last. “Tom must be punished,” said mam- ma. Tom was found and you may be sure he cried when he found that he | was to be punlshe? And that was the reason Tommy was in bed when the sun was shining. Don’t vou think he deserved to be where? ADELLE DEMUTH, Age 12. Baltic. LETTERS JO UNCLE JED. His Beans Are Up. Dear Uncle Jed: I got a little saw and a hatchet for a Christmas present and I used them to build a little house out of a soap box. I took two boards and made a roof slanted like a real house, and then I cut the doors and windows with my little saw. I colored the house with white chalk. 1 hope some of the other Wide- Awake boys will make one. My mother says that I'm always building and hammering at something. I have planted a little garden in a small corner 'lot off from the house. The turnips and mustard are about three inches high, and the beans are five inches high. I have got some more seed, but it is not time to plant them yet. Tt must seem funny to Connecticut boys to have' a garden this time of year, but here it is never very cold; that is, cold enough to hurt plants. Twenty years ago there was a frost that killed all the orange trees. ° ROBERT CALKINS, Age 9. Kissimmee, Fla. Enjovs Going to Sghool Dear Uncle Jed: I hope all the other little Wide Awakes enjoy' going to school as well as I do. 1 have a mile to walk every morn- ing. T am in the seventh grade. There is another girl in my class. We have history, reading, arithmetic, music, geography, grammar, spelling and writing. Our teacher's name is Mrs. Denison, and I like her very much. VIOLET MAIN, Age 12. Mystie. My Pet Cat. Dear Uncle Jed: T thought I would write and teil you about my pet cat. His name is Tom and he is black and white. He weighs about 12 pounds, One day last summer he went down to the brook and some boys saw him and they threw him in the water. I did not see him again for two or three days, and when he did come home he had cut his ear and had hurt his leg. I go to school every day. We go to school in the parish house since our schoolhouse was burned down. MARION C. WATERS, Age 12. Poquetanuck. My Kitten. Dear Uncle Jed: I have a little kit- ten. Her name is Toots. She has white paws and legs. She is partly a tiger Kkitty. She is mostly all white except her back, head and tail are tiger. She eats most. everything. I don't give her cabbage, for I am afraid it will make her sick. The other day I took her over to my friend Jose- phine's house. She also has a kitten. Her kitten is all gray. I wanted my Kkitten to get acquainted. The minute kitten my kitten spit and growled and cuffed Josephine’'s kitten. ‘let them fight. I put my kitten down with Josephine's | A I took my kitten up and would not 1 think that my kitten will make friends with her kitten be- fore long, don’t you? KATHARINE HEMPSTEAD, Age 10. Norwich. Charlie Likes Books. Dear Uncle Jed: Now the holidays are over I will tell you about how I/ passed my vacation. { Our school closed Dec. 20th and we, had ten davs’ vacation. We all receiv- | ed a present from our teacher. We were to have our Christmas tree at | the church Christmas eve, but it was | postponed on account of the storm; but | we had a tree at home. | I had some nice presents. Grandma hung me a book. I 1 books, so I was pleasd with it. I made a shaving pad for my Father, | and gave my Grandma a book. | We had the exercises at the church | Wednesday evening. I got two books. One of them was ‘“The Birds of New England,” and the other was “The Mo- | tor Boat Club of Kennebec,” and they are very interesting. I now have quite a number of books, and I am going to keep them nice and | clean. CHARLES S. HART, Age 11. Hope, R. .L H A Visit to Mt. Tom. My ike Dear TUncle Jed: I will tell you about an auto ride to Mt. Tom. We started early one morning. We went through Stafford and Somers to Spring- field, and from there to Holyoke. A little ways above Holyoke is a park. We ate our lunch there. We walked a litle way. We went up to Mt. Tom on a cable car. There were some spyglasses there and many other things. We came down on the cable car. There were animals in the park—rab- | bits, deer, wolves, an alligator and a large black bear. We had some ice cream and came home the same way. I was very tired when I got home. HAROLD HANSEN, Age 11. Mansfleld Depot. She Likes the Country Now. Dear Uncle Jed: I am a little girl 9 vears old. I was born in the city and moved to the country when I was 4 years cld. I didn't like the country at first, but I like it very well now and would not like to live in the city again. We have chickens and we had a turkev that we called Pete. He was so tame that when I called him he would come to me and-eat out of my hand. One day bought him. him. ‘We have two ecats, a black and white one and a gray one. The black and a man We all felt sorry to sell white one we call Cuddles, and the gray one we call Malty. We had two black pigs, but we just killed them. They weighed two hun- dred pounds apiece. | W., Age 9. A Rooster Probiem. Dear Uncle Jed: I thought you would Well, my Father has twenty-six hens and three roosters, but there is one rooster t is always fighting the oth- er two roosters. My Father traded another rooster, thinking they that rooster for would get along: but it is just the same—; even worse. I don’t know what he will do. T think he will have to miit that fighting roo: ter in a coop by itself. Don’t you? ROSELDER LAVALLE Age 10. Norwich. | Put Rabbit With Bantams. Dear Uncle Jed: Once a boy gave me two bantams. At that time I had a little pet rabbit, and I put the ban- tams in with him. They pecked him so_that he died. i came along and | like to know about our rooster. i 1 looked like a pigeon when she was fly- ing. About three years ago I gave one of them to a friend of mine. It is alive now, but it is quite old. ALBERT BUTLER. Hampton. Dear Uncle Jed: This week I am ing to tell the boys how I made a bookcase for my books at a cost of 35 cents. 1 chose a mission style pattern, as 1t was plain and easy to malke. It is made from an ordinary packing box, and is forty-two inches high, sev- en inches deep and seventeen inches wide. Z It has three sheives ten inches apart, and the lower cne I keep for magazines and papers. Mother added to it a silk- | olene curtain tastened top and bottom with a brass rod to proiect the books from dust. The only expense I had was one piat of black paint and five cents for screws. If any of the\ boys would like to make one I would be glad to s mine, if they will call at 1 RI ARD C. MORAN. Age 10. 101 Boswell avenue, Norwich. Our Camp. Dear Uncle Jed: Would you lfke to know about the camp we made in our acation? My brother and I went a little way from the house and cut down the small brush and made four fireplaces. We carried some lunch with us. There was a large rock we put an American flag on, and we had a good time all our vacation. RAYMOND WELDEN, ‘Willimantic. Age 9. Frank’s Parlor Box. Dear Uncle Jed: I am going te scribe something I have at home. in the parlor. There are black and white babic in the box. They cry when you touch them. I touched one that had a cold and it made a hoarse noise. It was in the eastern part of the box. I touched one om the west and aked lik rat. babies sit quiet for a like to make them cry. it long time. There are a lot of babies in the box There are more white babies in the box than black habies. Do you know what it 18?7 Well, I guess I will tell you: It is a piano. The black babies are the black keys The white babies are the white keys. 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One of them: was all white and pation To Be Given Away from Dec. 3rd to Feb. 15th, ome 20 Dollar Suit of Clothes at the PALACE POOL and BILLIARD PARLORS A coupon with each game. 5 Pool Tables and Omne Billiard WHEN you want to put your bus'- ness before the public. tnere is no me- dium better than through the advertis- irg columns of The Bulletin. water. A kind boy playing near pulled her out. Mother hen flew to her and said: “Now, my little chick, T hope vou ave learned a lesson. Mothers always know what is best for children. We must learn, too, that every ome cannot always do what he sees his brother doing. FRANCIS A. CONNELL, Age 9. h. Hunting Rabbits. Ome day early in the fall my brother with him. I told him I would go. So we got all the preparations we neeged. had three dogs and one white ferret. We muzzled him and then were ready to_go. We had not traveled far when we heard the barking of the dogs. We had to go through many bushes until we got to the place where the dogs were barking. When we got to the hole we put the ferret in the hole. W the rabbit squealing in the hole. My brother just canght him by the hind leg. Then he killed him and put him in his game bag. We kept on catching rabbits in this way until we had four. When we started for home it was 4 o'clock. When we reached home it was 6 o'clock. We had a good supper and went to bed. FREDERICK MEYER, Age 13. Taftville. Why Tommy Was in Bed. The sun was shining brightly. It was in the afternoon, and yet Tommy was in bed. The fact is, he had been in bed since ten o'clock. Do you want to know why? You may be sure it was not from choice, for Tommy_ was very fond of playing outdoors. But he was a very mis- chievous little boy and liked to tease his little playmates. “Oh, dear!” said his little sister Edith one day, “I wish my hair was hopper. - He made good.food for Mr. Blue Jay and suffered no wearing il1- It is not all of life to live, nor all of death to die.” The sun sank in the west, the tem- perature sank 40 degrees, and Ma and her family freze up. ] UNCLE JED, We | curly, I like curly hair so much! “I will tell you how to make it cur- ly,” said Tommy. Put mucilage on it tonight and in the morning it will be curled tight to your head.” Edith was only three years old, and did not know that Tommy was teasing her. 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