Norwich Bulletin Newspaper, February 20, 1913, Page 9

Be nobody else bat you.” POETRY. The Clouds. I love to see the clouds go by, Like dark and smoky mountains, And sometimes in the blue, blue sky I think I see a fountain. And sometimes at the fountain Children I see there; They run behind the mountains And disappeer somewhere. ‘The mountain goes away, And all at once I see Those very happy children Looking down at me. The sun is setting low, Mother calls me, to0: Good-bye, little cloud-girls; I must be leaving you. —HElizabeth Finch. Boydton, Va. A Round Trip. At Tiredville the trip begins, We soon reach Drowsy Centre: The gates of Sleepyland we push Apart, and slowly enter. ‘Within are dreams of every kind, And naps of every nation; ‘We must take care, or nightmares mad ‘Will chase us from the station. But, when we've once reached Slum- bertown, ‘We've no more need to Worry; The journey back to Wide-awake ‘We take in quite a hurry —Julie M, Lippman in the Christian’ Register. UNCLE JED'S TALK TO WIDE- AWAKES. There used to be 2 belief that oppor- amity did not knock at the door but once, and that settled it once for all Now, Wide-Awakes, there fsn't a word of truth in that. Opportunity is alwavs knocking at everybody’s door, and the reason he does not help folks is because they will not help them- selves. Many people take mo notice of op- portunity because he isn’t calling them to lead the procession. Oppor- tunity calls people to lead the proces- sion, but he always calls those who can do it. He, however, makes no specialty of processions. Opportunity has demanded that & 1ad should get up early in the-morn- ing when he dldn’t want to, and obedi- ence has carried such a lad to the pres- idency of the United States: it has called upon young men to put on over- alls and _~mpers and to work In the grime when they did not went to, and taught them lessons which made them great. Opportunity doesn’t tall people to wear Sunday clothes all the time, or to do things which are most pleasing to them. Opportunity cails people to service and he has opened the door for a kingship the beginning of which was peril and drudgery. Remember thet opportunity is ot | the patron of soft snaps—he is not an admirer of kid-gloved dudes. He is fond of and partial to the worker who takes hold of the work presented for him to do and does it. Opportunity is not what you want, but what someone else wants. Foyget yourself and meet opportunity at any So he ran off began chopping his tree. so many g hour of the day or night and your Te- ward will be sure. LETTERS OF ACKNOWLEDGMENT. Nancy Partridge, of Poquetanuck: I regeived the prize book and like it very much. I was pleased when I got it. I have read some of it and like it. I thank you for the book. Elizabeth O’Neil of Norwich: I thank you very much for the book which I have received. I have read it through and found it very interesting. Helen M. Whittaker, Providence, R. L: T received the lovely book, “Water Babies,” which you sent me. It is very interesting so far as I have read. Many thanks. ~ Harry Cookson, Centérville, R. L: T thank you very much for the book. 1 have read it, and it is'very nice. Raymond I. Royce, Norwich: Thank you for the book you gave me as a prize. I enjoy reading it very much. PRIZE BOOK WINNERS. 1—Hazel Huling, of Hampton— “Trading and Exploring, by Agnes Vinton Luther. 5 2—Horatio Bigelow, Jr., of Norwich— “Camping Out,” by C. A. Stephenson. 3—Blanche Demuth, of Baltic—"Tom Swift and His Wizard Camera,” by Victor Appleton. 4—George Farrell, of Norwich—“Fox Hunting,” by C, A. Stephenson. 5—Frieda Retkovske of Norwich— “Robinson Crusoe,” by Daniel DeFoe. 6—Jessio L. Brehant, of Locust Val- ley, L. I—“Off the Geysers,” by C. A. Stephenson. 7—Vincent L. Waters, of Williman- tic—“A Child’s Garden of Verses,” by R. L. Stevenson. 8—William Stanton, of Willimantic —“Black Beauty,” by Anna Sewall. ‘Winners of beoks living in Norwich may call at The Bulletin business office for them any time after 10 a. m. on Thursday. STORIES WRITTEN BY WIDE-A- | WAKES. i George Washington. George Washington, the first presi- dent of the United States, was honest, kind and_true. ~ His father gave him a new hatchet, into the orchard and fathers cherry The tree was soon down and he hur- ried home. Hig father was out around the or- chard and he saw that his cherry tree was chopped. When he reached home he inquired about the tree. He asked George. George said: “Father, I cannot tell a lle, I did it with my little hatchet.” LILLIAN BREHANT, Age 15. Locust Valley, L. I A Soft Answer Turneth Away Wrath. Patience was a dear little eight- year-old girl, that iived in Lexington. She and her girl friends were sew- ing samplers. This is what Patience had to sew -on her sampler: “A soft answer turn- eth away wrath.’—Patience Arnold. One day her mother left her alone in the house for a few hours, while she visited a sick lady. the key of the barm, where the am- munition was kept, and said: She gave Patlence to take care of, “Do not give the key to anyone un- til T return.” Patience kept on sewing. There were letters for her to sew and they were 8o crooked, that they looked like the minute-men whom her father drilleg on the village green. When she was sewing the word Pa- | What fine large horns I have, tence, a gentleman entered the room, | thought he; but how weak and thin He paused to look at Patience’s trem- | M¥ legs are. As he. was thinking about these bling fingers and then said: “I ask for shelter for my men.” He plodfln!ed to a number of soldfers out- side. open the barn door, but it was locked.” Then he asked for the key. The gentleman said. “I tried to Patience took 1t from her apron pocket and held it under her sampler, The gentleman called his soldiers in and told them to search the house, as he wanted the barn key. They search- ed everywhere, but did not find it. Then he grew very angry and said: “Give me the key.” Patience said: “I have the key, but was told not to give it to anyone un- til my mother returns.” She showed the gentleman the words at the top of her sampler which read: SUNNY DAYS IN INSECTVILLE Something Interesting About the Place (Copyrighted.) Insectville has its resident enemies to society, for we find there the mole, ‘which lives upon inseots, burrowing in man had learned their use to himself; and there silkk was being spun and nets Wwere being made long before women e was- satisfied then and walked o \l;lrflmc’llmthar came home soon Pattence was glad she had obeved her mother. i JESSIE L, BREHANT. Looust Valley, L. L A Home-Made Ball. : If it is a rainy day and you want something to do, make a soft ball that you can use in the house. You will Deed only a cork, some cloth to tear into strips, a plece of strong twine, and a small quantity of bright colored ‘wool. The cork is the foundation. Around this wind strips of muelin, which you have torn into half inch strips. Wind slowly and keep the ball guite round. When it is as large as you want it, take the twine and tie it over the ball securely, forming divisions or sections like those of an orange. Now thread a tape needle with the wool, tie it where the cross sections meet, and then lace it round and round the ball, in and out of the twine, till it is completely covered. Keep the wool gquite smooth and even and 8o over one string and under the next. If you have not a tape needle, thread a darning needle and use it wrong end first. GEORGE FARRELL, Age 13. Norwich. A February Picnic. Once upon a time there was a lit- tle girl namea Nellie. She was always wishing that she had been born in June, so that she might have a birth- day lawn party like the other girls she kpew. One day her mother told her that she had sent ous invitations to her little friends, inviting them to come to a lawn party Thursday. Nellle did not see how they could have a lawn party in the smowy woods. But her mother told her not to ask questions, but walt until the time came. When the children came they were very much surprised for In the barn on the floor of the loft was a nice green carpet with trees and flowers all around it. < In one corner was a pile of ‘sweet hay, with old Doosie and her three kittens upon it. They slso had much fun with the organ grinder's monkey, who danced and bowed and played with the boys and girls. Soon luncheon was served, and when it was time to go home they said it Wwas the jolliest and funniest picnic they ever attended in all their lives. G. W., Age 13. Poquetanuck. Bonnie and ti Spool of Thread. Once upon a time there was a lit- tle kitten and we called it Bonnie. Bonnle was a nice little kitten and had gray and white fur and he would olimb on the window sill, then he would meouw for all he was worth un- til we would open the door to let him in. One fine day when the children were all at school Mamma and the baby went out for a walk and left Bonnie in under the stove asleep and Mamma did not know it. Well, Bonnie went into the sewing room and got one of mamma’s black spools of thread, and then he was looking for a comfortable place to play with the spool of thread, but finally went into the parlor and sat in a big spring rocking chair and began to unwind the thread from the spool, until Bonnie was all covered with the thread, and then he began to cry. Just then mamma and the baby came in from their afternoon walk. Then mamma put the baby to bed. She was reading the paper when she heard the kitten cry. She put her %apel\ on the table and went to find onnfe. Just then she heard the cry again and went into the parlor and and three days after Bonnie ran away. BLANCHE DEMUTH, Age 14. The Stag at the Lake. Ope warm day a stag stopped to quench his thirst at a lake. The water was so clear that he saw himself in it as he bent down to drink. things a lion sprang at him. The stag turned and ran, His thin legs were swift and his feet were sure and so long as they were on the plain he outran the lion. But when they came to the woods, his horns caught in the bough of the tree and held him fast until the lion fell upon him, The stag cried out: “Alas! the legs I scorneq would have saved my life, but the horns of whic\éI was so proud have caused my death.” . HATTIE GRAHAM, Age 11, Taftville, Box 270. Field Mouse and Town Mouss. A fleld mouse had a friend who lived in _a house in town. The town mouse was asked one day to dine with the fleld mouse. Out he went and sat down to a meal of corn and wheat. s The town mouse looked at this plain fare with scorn and seld: “Do you know, my fricnd, that you live a mere ant’s life out here? Why, I have stores of good things to eat at home. Come to town and dine with me, and see what I have to give you.” So the two set out for town, and there the town mouse showed him meal and dates, his cheese and caike, and many sweets. As the field mouse ate he thought an hour and a half late.. saw the bunch of thread. Then she | I.hope you did. sald: A ROY MINTOSH, Age 10. “Well, I declare, this cannot be Bon- | Hanover. nle” and she went to pick it up and = felt of Bonnie, and pulled him ont, My Pet Dog. Dick. and when they come together they pley very rough. He seemed very much afraid of her. with her paw. tangled in the wire and broke it. were attifed in ‘silk, or fishermen cast - the the ground; the lizard which is fond g tender caterpillars, lurking in the adows of the logs and rocks; the grass-snakes, which delhght in captur- ing sluggish creetures in the gras ihe toads that find all sorts of flies good eating, and the bats which hang in the trees by day and capture the biggest moths on the wing at night; 80 say nothing of the birds known as fly-catchers, which nest close by; but Insectville is populous and there are always enough insects to meet all the demands of nature. These_insects come in their season, just like the plants, and, strange to saywhen the plants are ready for them. And the flowers are called bee-flowers and butterfly-flowers, and meth-flow- ers, according to their shape and vis- itors. How special flowers wero de- signed to afford honey to special in- sect visitors it not known, and never likely to be. The milkweed is & but- terfly flower the morning glory is a moth flower; the clovers are a bee- flower, and cannot make seed without their help; and the snap gragon is a special bumble-bee flower; and it ylelds its honey only to the bee which can by its weight open it and enter. Naturalists say this heavy bee has helped - the flower to strengthen the fibre of its lip until it ylelds only to the big bee's welght; but bees with cutting mouths and honey-birds with sharp bills break through the side of the flower and rob the nectar pot, and when they do this the flower cannot seed. So, you see, some insects and some flowers are related— they cannot live ‘and thrive without one another. # So it is planned that there shall be April insects and insects in every month even as late as November, for alists are acquainted with the Novem- PRy . Sun you 1«%&' your school lesson you will not fail to et that Paul was ShEEEE maker; their nets into the sea to catch fish. New England's November moth has only a silken net-work cocoonm, and the wasps are paper makers, ‘and the mason bees always busy, while the spider is making silken’ suspension bridges across the water and diving bells to do submarine work. Insectville has its industries, you §ee. as well as its pleasures and per- s. If there are no tailors there fashions are not entirely absent, for nature sees that her children are prettily and dis- tinctively dressed, and so the insects have much more variegated plumage than the birds, and are as beautiful to the eye as flowers; and Mr. and Mrs. Papillo have various styles, as doé'):r. and Mrs. Grapta, Mr. and Mrs. Hesperidae, Mr. and Mrs. Colias, and Danais and Argynnis, and all the rest, and the moths which fiy by night are as brilllantly dressed as if they ex- pected the lights to be turned on. And the young change their dress and their colors with great regularity, each fam- ily having its own distinctive style in each stage of its lite. :You see it would not be at all strange if men learned the art of style direct from nature, for it is never lacking. And Insectville is not without its orchestra, for it has jts double drum- mezs in the cicadas, its fiddlers amons the locusts, its chirpers among the crickets, its singers among the bees and the flles, and August is the month when the air there is rent with wierd music. It 18 no easy matter to_tell all that is to be seen, learned or heard in In- sectville. It s a Place where man is an Intruder, and his footfall will put & hush upon the whole place, He 18 recognized as momething to fear and to flee from, and he must behave Him- Belf: to fouiore confidence, when once 1 i been disturbed. Ingectville holds many searets which et :"-:«,".‘.:3‘2;’ to man, but they quietness which the .é‘fiduz": <5 ‘the of Thia how rich his friend was and how poor he_was. But while they were feasting a man came iInto_the room, and the mice were in such fright that they ran Into a crack. X By and by, when the man had gone, they crept out again. Just then a cat came in. “Run for your life!” cried the town mouse. Away flew the mice and reached a hole just in time to save their lives. Then the fleld mouse would eat no more, but sad to the town mouse: “Please yourself, my good friend: eat all you want. You are rich, but you are in a fright the whole time. I am poor, I know. I have nothing to eat but wheat and corn; but I will live on those, in no fear of anyone.” SOPHIE THOMA, Age 12. Norwieh. Ocean Beach Day. Fivery year at Ocean Beach they have a holiday which they call Ocean Beach day. There are rowing races, waiking the greased pole, and diving, with many other events: T am going to tell you about the last Beach _day. My brother was in the rowing race, so he went and got his entry blank about a week ahead of time. They were going to have the contest in the afternoon. So we cleaned the boat in the morning. After dinner we started. mW!"}e‘n we xct‘thsrle they were walk- e greased pole. The pole was h:tonod to the whart at m’:::d and the other end was out over the water, A handkerchlef was fastened to the outer end. The boys started from tHe whart and tried to get the handier- chief and dive off. Tt was funny to see them fall off and go splashing Into the water, At last one of them got it. Then eame the rowing race. Si» or seven boys lined up ip sha s and | when a man fired a DPistol fhey were off. Thay went around a buey downm end of the beach and turneth away wrath” | and others. - The tub race was very funny. The boys got into some litle tubs and paddled with their hands. Most of them tipped over, and ‘when they got to the end of the race all of them had had a ducking. ‘That night there were fireworks, but the fog came in and them. HORATIO BIGELO Age 10. Norwich. The California Earthquake. I am a little girl. I lived in San Francisco at the time of the earth- quake. One day while T was playing I heard a rumbling noise. I was so frightened I ran to my mother. My father was sleeping and he woke up. Soon there was a large, loud crash heard. We then took our things and ran out. I became lost among & crowd of people. I went out of the crowd and ran to the coast.” There I went on board a steamer. By and by the other people camer on and soon we started. We went through the Golden Gate, out to the Pacific ocean. We then sail_ ed down the coast of, Mexico and South America, up the Atlantic ocean to_England. ‘When we landed all the pepple went to hotels and boarding houses, so I went, too. g One day while I was svalking in a park I met a man and woman whom T Tecognized as my mother and father. We all were glad to see each other. After @ month In England we came to Norwich, in the United States, and I have been here ever since. > FRIEDA RETKOVSKE, Age 11. Norwich. LETTERS TO UNCLE JED. Unocle Tom’s Farm. Dear Tncle Jed: I thought I would write and tell'you about Pape’s visit to Terryville to my Uncle Tom’s He told me that Uncle Tom is very fond of raising colts and training them, and that he hae two young ones now. Auntie has a lot of hens, turkeys and ducks, and Cousin Gilbert has rabbits. He wanted Papa to bring a pair home to us, but Papa thought he had enough chores to do without feed- ing rabbits. I suppose he means we'd forget to feed them, as Brother John and I do forget to do our chores some- times. I hope to visit them myself some day, and then I will tell you more about them. FLORENCE WHYTE, Age 9. Scotland Her Summer Vacation. Dear Uncle Jed: June 16th we got out of schood The school had a picnic and after the picnic we played games and ran races. When it was about 4 o'clock I went home. In the morning I have to help my Mother do some work; in the after- noon I go down to_the orchard and I get some apples. If it is Wednesday we go to sewing school to learn how to sew. The lady who shows us how to sew is Mrs. Selmes. In July we had compeny for about two weeks. My Uncle John and Cous- in Helen and Cousin Lawrence from Philadelphia. He was a Ittle sick, so he thought he would come to the coun- try. He is now very iIl in bed. While they were visl at our house we went to Baltic, and when he went home we went down to New Lon- don with him to get the train.- It was I got lots of Christmas presents, and My pet is a dog. Dear Tncle Jed: His name is He 1s brown and white. ‘When e bought him he was so small and cunning that anyone could put him in their pocket. He has many brothers and sisters, One day he went to see his mother. She became very angry with him, and when he did come up she lifted up her paw and hit him in the face._ My Kkitty doesn’t like Dick very well. Every chance she gets she hits him Whenever we take him anywhere he always runs away, and when we get home we find him waiting on the steps for us. HELEN WILLETT, Age 10. Poquetanuck. My Roost Dear Uncle Jed: One day our dog was chasing my rooster. She drove him Into the bushes, where there was some wire. The rooster got his leg T brought him into the house; then I got two small pieces of wood. ut one piece on each side of his leg. Then 1 got o plece of cloth and wound it around his leg, and I tled it tight with string. g After I dia this I put him in a place by himself. He was there for about three weels. One day my mcther sald that he was using his leg which had been broken. Sure enough he was. it was not long afterward when he began to use both feet. You canmot tell now his leg had ever been broken. HAZHEL HULING, Age 14 Hampton. Borrowing a Brother. Dear Uncle Jed: A little boy named Howard was very lonesome. One day he said to hiS mother: “Mamma, O, I do wish I had some- one to play with!” Mamma could not help it. Then a new family moved across the road. There were no children to play with e pt a 1 year old boy. Howard got acquainted very soon, so he asked if he might borrow the little baby. e could, and what delighttul times they had together. The baby played with the rubber ball and the marbles. Every pleasant day he borrowed a brother. = LOUISA KRAUSS, Age 13. Taftville. A Handsome Cat. Dear Uncle Jed: About two years ago I was visiting a friend and saw a kitten sprawling about., They said they were going to drown' it I felt so sorry for it that they gave it to me. It was a long, slim cat and 50 homely. Now it has grown to be a big, black, shiny cat. We named it Buster. A year ago last Thanksgiving I took him to visit Grandma. Buster ate some pumpkin seeds a little while ago and was very sick. We are going to get him a catnip ball right away, and we have got a catbook for him. T take him to bed with me at night, but instead of scratching, as most cats do, heiBitex, "o s 3 years oldiand 13 v Jump and fat. “Wotidn't you like to ses him? RED TRUAX, Age 10. South Manchester, Her Little Kitten. Dear Uncle Jed: I am golng to_tell ou about my pet. My pet s s little Lq.n. He s most all gray, He has @a Httle black and white on him. You should see him play with his tall, He will bite on Jt so hard I L2 e | nce De Leon The great Spanish -explorer who searched for mythical “Fountain of Eternal Youth,” was on wrong track. There is only one “Eternal Youth,” and tha: “continual good health.” King’'s. Purema will insure a good digestion and a hearty appetite. ! is a‘food and a tonic combined. ~Malt and Hops—H - pophosphites of iron and lime. No family siould be without a supply. Collier's Weekly, in its lssue article entitled, “Here Are Foods ‘Wagner. There was printed in this Housewives May Choose Without Doudt or % September 2, 1931, pubtished an ‘ardiors ‘A Tst Feom Senich Hesitency.” This list ‘was the result of several years. an alytical work by the pupils of the State Normal School at Westfield, tion of Professor Lewis B. Allyn. under the dirsc- KING'S PUREMALT is mea- tioned among the food products of absolute pure quality. KING'S PUREMALT 1s sold at all drug stores and in strict conformity with the Pure Fgod snd Drug Act of June 30, 1806, Send for prices to your druggist or to us. King's Puremalt Department, 36-38 Hawley St Boston should think he would hurt it. He is only a baby kitten. I _have had him two weeks, but he seenis to know ev- erywhere about the house. JOSEPHINE HOLBROOK, Age 10. Norwich. Different Kinds of Fowl. Dear Uncle Jed: I live on a farm Where we keep geese, turkeys, ducks, hens, guineas and five little banties. Bave one little banty which I call Queeny and another larger creeper hen named Betsy. They all come by the doorsteps looking for their feed every morning and night, and seem so very glad to see me when I go to feed them that they follow me all und. At night they & q;"‘:ito roost in a small building whe.o'a nice place is prepared for them. - © VIOLET MAIN, Age 12. Mystic, Trapping Muskrats. Dear Uncle Jed: One Monday I set nine traps and the next morning I went to them and got five muskrats, and then I went home and ekinned them and hung them up to dry. I went the next morning and got one muskrat, and the next morning I did not go because it rained, and then it snowed. Then I took the traps up. because it rained so much. MAURICE P. FLYNN, Age 13. Hallville. He Likes to Collect the Eggs. Dear Uncle Jed: I thought I would write and tell you about the farm where T live. We have two horses, ten cows and a pair of oxen. ‘e have about forty hens and pul- lets. I‘llke to feed the hens and get the eggs. FERDINAND SYLVIA, Age 9. Scotland. . Her Doa Spot. Dear Uncle Jed: Before I go to school in the morning my dog Spot and I have a walk together. At night when I come home he wants his walk just the same. So instead of taking a walk I get a stick and throw it far away and then run and hide. After he gets the stick he comes to find me. We have great times together. “When I siide down hill I take him on the sled with me. Sometime: I drag hi on it. ™ °% T EDITH M. HILL, Age 12. Oneco. Little Rags. Dear Uncle Jed: I've got a little yel- low dog. His name is Rags. I like very much. Rags' likes little Regs handkerchiefs. He picks up every one he finds and brings it home. He likes to go to schook but the teacher puts him out. Believe me, he ain't no fool! WILLIAM STANTON, Age 9. ‘Willimantic. He Helps Do the Chorss. l Dear Uncle Jed: I have three broth- ers and two sisters. I am next to the oldest. My father has 183 acres on the farm. We have twelve head of stock. I help to do the chores. I tlean the stable and pitch down the day, and do other things ARTHUR GAGER, Age 10 Scotland. Likes Country Life. Dear Uncle Jed: I live in Hanover. My father owns a farm that contains about 75 acres. He owns one horge, eight cows, 160 hens and a lttle calf about three weeks old. I live near the schoolhouse, church, postoffice and stare. 3 2 ;L' &o o schiool every aay. T am in the sevent¥ grade. My teacher's name is Miss Standish and I like her very = fathe; d moth I I help my father and mother. L with my father every morning for & ride. 1 like to ride on_ horseback. Every night when I come home from school I milk two cows. I have lived In the country all my Hife. I wouldn't ltke to Itve in the city. Wouldn't you like to ltve in the country? FLO: CE MINTOSH, Age 12 Hanover. Rhode Island Reds. Dear Uncle Jed: I thought I would write and tell you about our hens. We have about a hundred. Our hens lay about 13 eggs a day. o give them ocorn and oats. have the Rhode Island Reds. They are a very good laying hen, and we lfkke them very well. MARTHA L GRAY. We Yantlc. * The Crab and the Kitten. Dear Uncle Jed: I went crabbing last summer with some boys and girla. I got a lot of crabs. My mother Would hardly believe that I caught eo many myself. Mamma put them in a pan, and one big onme got out of the pan on the floor. My kitten saw him, so he thought he would play with him. He went toward one of them and the crab et hold of his leg. The cat cried, but FGian't dare to g0 very near: but my the crabs for but I did not eat any because ey were o mean to hart my cat so -much the day before. Next year we boys will go crabbing again, and I will send some to you, if Dear Uncie Jed: One day when little Robble was visiting his uncle in Maine he eaw a Jargs clumsy animal with b kept nhhg on him, and when they nt up to they fired, but never they all got quite close and this time dead upon the Tan home and umcle all about the strange and his uncle told him it was OIS CONRAD. Norwich. Luwey’s Vanilla Sauce. Dear Uncle Jed: Some of the Wide- Aweakes may want to try vanilla sauce. Mix a teaspoon of cormstarch with one-half of sugar. Then pour on one cup of water. Then let it bofl five minutes. After bofled five will try ¥ and report. I will close. LUCY A. GRAY. Age 10. Yantic, —_— A Visit to Uncle’s Farm, Dear Uncle Jed: I will tell you about my viit to my uncle's farm est Every morning my comsins and I woul go and my uncls milk cows and the plgs. coustn Albert would feet the : then we would pley until dinner In the afterncon Wwe would go in the woods snd waich the Nttle squirrels. and then we would look for the eges. I had a nice time and infend to mo Che , In Southwestern As- sam, 18 the wettest place n the world The avefrage rainfall there is 810 inch. es. QEO. A. DAVIS ! U RO than babies? Two lowa women thought not. They judged babies as cattle are judged and awarded prizes to the healthiest babies at baby shows. * They started a move- ment for “Better Babies™ which is spreading every- where, and the Woman's FERD. NOWATSKY, 229 Main Street, B