Norwich Bulletin Newspaper, March 20, 1913, Page 9

e —— - Rules for Young Writers. 1. Write plainly en one side of the 3560 words. 4 s stories er letters only will used, & te your name, age and ad- of the dress plainly at the bottom all eommunications to Un- ele Jed, Bulletin Ofice. tever yeu are—Be that; hatever you say—Be true Straigatforwardly ast, Be honest—in faoty Be nobedy else but youw.” <. ™ PoEERWR| TTTT 5 The Playmate. X haven't got a dog, an’ I haven't got a But I've got a little pigzie - that wigglety anl fat, And when a feller's livin® away from other boys It's fun to have a piggie that makes a i unny noise, A jolly little piggie that is black as he be, can To play around the ranch-house an’ be a friend to me. It's awfal far to neighbors’, an’ you bet that I would feel Most terribully lomesome if it wasm't for his squeal. I{ it wasn't for my piggis that is lots of fun to tease, An’ see him kick an’ wriggle when you hold him up an’ squeeze; But if anybody hurted him you bet T'd raise a wail, *Cause I love my littde pigszie frem his nosey to his tail is They say whea little piggies gets far- ther oa ia life They sells em to the butcher, an’ he st a way To keep him just exactly like the way you see him now. An’ when they come to get him thay will look at him an’ say: Do Something for Somebody, Quick! Are you almost disgusted with life, litthe man? T tefl you a wonderfal trick That will bring you conteatment, if anything cnn— Do something for somebdody, quick. Are you awfully tired with play, little sir1? Weary, discouraged and sick? I tefl you the lovellest game in the world— Do something for somebody, quick. UNCLE JED'S TALK WITH WIDE- ¥, AWAKES. Tt is & good habit for boys and giris to say things to themselves, provided they talk right. Litile things well @one are what make men in great demand. A good thought to aiways bold when ona is empioyed is: “T am moiny to do this thing well” It is both ®n inspiring and heipful thought. If you think you do not care how 1t iz dcne, failure can bs safely counted wupon from the start. We all have tenanis of the mind, and we should take care and have good ones. “I can’t” is an unprofitable squatter, and should be fired out. “By- and-by” is a loafer it does Do one good to entertain. “ril think of it” is a ne’er-do-well ciosely related to “I don’t want to,” #nd a hinderer of proz- ress. The mind should always want to do wifa? will be well for it, or prove heipful for others. A great many grown people do nof know that their minds are full of thoughts whiclt hinder them—fhat thtey wouid be happier and mals oth- ers happier and accomplish more if they just thought differently. Thought A‘Beys and Girls Department - i gives rise te eur feelings, and our feelings are what make a success or failure of our werk. The tenants ef our minds control our thoughts. and that s why we should give notice to ail hinderers to get eut. They really have no business in there. ' When one thinks right there is no room for loafers. Be positive for kindliness, be poeitive for helpfulness be pesitive for action of every sort. Duv not let too many “perhapses” get in your way, or too many “guess-sos,” for they are the wandering relatives of shiftlessness. “I will” is your best friemd; but ‘T can’t” is the enemy which is sure to throw you down. The persen who can’t is a burden everywhere. Wide-Awake Notes. Uncle Jed thanks Lucy Carter for a very pretty Easter card. Three children from Plainfieid sent stories of Rosa Bonheur, the artist. One story of a kind is sufficient. Be careful ang observe the rules if you would win a book. Books have been lost by such neglect. It may surprise you to learn that some of our boys and girls have won ‘Wide-Awake circle libraries. The leader in this department has won 22 books. Others are seeing their books Increase so that they suggest a li- brary as a probable result of their work. We have some very industrious girls among the Wide-Awakes. Uncle ed had 38 letters in his hands writ- ten by two sisters. These sisters have won several books and seem to be in line for more. Do not expect a book for every let- ter, no matter how good it is, for ev- erybody must have a chance to win. Thanks of Uncle Jed to Misses Jes- sie L. and Lillian Brehaut for pretty Easter cards. R Letters of Acknowledgement. Jessie L. Brehaut, of Locust Val- ley, L. L. Thank you for the prize book you sent me, entitled Little Prudy’s Captain Horace. 1 have read it through and have ‘found it very interesting. Irene Godhue, for prize book. of Scotland: Thanks Delwin Martin, of Norwich: I thank you very much for n nice book. I have read it and like. it, too. Katharine Hempstead, of Norwich: I thank you very much for the loveiy prize book you sent me. I have read the book and think it is a very inter- esting story. Alice Conrad, of Norwich: I received the prize book for which I thank you very much. I am delighted with it as i& was written by my favorite au- or. Mary Bromley, of Stonington: I re- ceived the prize book Left on Labra- dor, and found it very interesting. Thank you very much for it. Sarah Gray, of Mystic: I received my prize book today, amad I thank you very much. Gladys Bentley Newbury, of Nor- wich: I wish to thank you for my prise Look entitled Through the Iook- ing Glass. I have commenced read- I mfi if, and find it very interesting. lope to win another sometime. I enjoy reading the stories of thes Wide- Awake circle. Marion Suilivan, of Colchester: You cannot imagine how pleased and sur- prised I was when I came home last Thursday and found the lovely prize book, “Young Engineers of Arizona” on the table. For some time before I opened it I wondereq who had sent it, as I had not yet read the paper and seen that I had won a prize. I thank you very much for the book. I shall prize it highly as it is one of the first prizes I have ever received. I have promised to write about the “Pit” but as I have been ill' I will write again another time. I thank you again and again. Jessie L. Brehaut, of Locust Valley, L. L: I wish to thank you for the prize book vou sent m It was a nice book and also very interesting. Prize Book Winners. 1—Lucy A. Carter, of Scotland— SUNNY DAYS IN INSECTVILLE ~<.{ ~¥7" The Two Festive Months =gl {Copyrighted.), Tt may never have occurred to your mind that they bhave festivals among the little people in the grass and woods. Jume is a month of great il- lumination, and August is the month of music by the full insect band and chotr. K Right between you and T the sclen- tists say these little creatures are not much more than coanscious automo- tons, since they consider them wholly without brains; but microscopists who have studied them say that ants and bees and wasps and fleas and crickets (the plow-goggers) and Toaches deo bave brains, and furnish the reading world drawings of them. So you see sreat men differ widely in their opin- ions of them. June is a brilliant monih in Insect- ville, for it i the month of the glow- worm, or fire-flie§, and its nights are made bright by the myriads of male fire-flies in the air flashing their sig- nals to the glow-worms in the gras.. If -you have ever seen a piece of meadow or pasture land in the coun- try alive with them at night you have witnessed a sight which used to puz- zle the people of old, who for many ages thought these little Iluminouns creat represented the souls of the dead. A wonderful lantern-bearer of In- sectville is the spring beetle of the tropics, which sheds 2 light bright enough to read by, and which are wi by Spanish ladies as living jewels bs! cause of their brilliancy—jewels which have to be fed and bathed twice day. The star among lantern-bearing in- eecte is the Great Lantern flv of Surinam, as big as a bat, which flashes fire like an interrupted electric current, of a yellow and purple color, which has caused them to be described as beautiful as a moteor at night. The musical feskival in Insectville comes off in August, when the fiddlers and drummers and ‘buzzers and chirp- ers make the woods ring by day and by night. The orickets and locusts and cicadaes, called double-drummers, make the groves resound with the.r various noises, mmd the imaginative say that they serenade the moon. In describing such a performance a poet writes: “And never one mistake they made In all that moomlight serenade; For three notes on a single string Makes fiddling quite a pleasant thing;: And jolly flddlers never tire Who play for love and not for hire, Up in a ieafy maple hid , The good old tune of Katydid And the crickets and the Katydids keep up the music until Jack Frost comes and waves his chilling wand and makes an end of the verdure and Insectville’s jubilant sounds. In Insectwille some of the plants are luminous, 0o, and the pond-weed is said to light its candles at night that the moths may find it as it drifts be- fore the wiind upon the water, and the primrese amnd the poppy and the fire- weed and many other plants have a pPhosphorescent gleam which fright- ened the timid and worried the su- perstitious in years gone by. Of cougse the birds and the. toads render camplimentary concerts in In- sectville in other than these special festive months ang like any other big and bugy place it is not quiet by day or by wight, Thers are sights to be seen in In- sectville older than the pyramids of Egypt or the Wheels of Pharoah’s Chariqt; but one must have a guide to find] the things of greatest interest there.. UNCLE JED. | noticeable. ,dressed in white, and pass before the DANDRUFF GERMS | THIJE WIDE AWAKE CIRCLE ARE RESPONSIBLE For Grey, Faded, Dry, Life- less and Falling Hair. No new, healthy hair can grow if your scalp is covered with Dandruff. Get rid of it at once with Hay’s Hair Health. There is nothing so reliable, 8o sure to relieve the itching and irri- tation; to thoroughly cleanse the scalp of Dandruff. Get a bottle today, a few applications will remove Dandruff —restore the gpey hair to its natural, youthful color and bring back the vi- tality, lustre and beauty to your }\alr. Rundreds of people write us every day that Hay’s Hair Health has been the only really satisfactory preparation that they have ever used for Dandruff and grey hair. Your druggist will guarantee it. Free: Sign this adv. and taks it to the following druggists and get a 50c. bot- tle of Hay's Hair Health and a 25c. cake of Harfina Soap, for 50c.; or $1.00 bottle of Hay’s Hair Health and two 25¢. cakes of Harfina Soap Free, for $L Broadway Pharmacy, Lee & Osgood, Chas. Osgood Co., Utley & Jones, J. A Dunn, Sevin & Son, H. B. Smith, Le- rou Corp., Engler & Smith. “Aunt Diana,” by Rosa N. Carey. 2 Flossie Meyer, of Taftville—“Only the Governess,” by Rosa N. Carey. 3—Richard W. Tobin, Jr.,, of Nor- wich—"“Tom Swift agd His Airship,” by Victor Appleton: 4—Earl James, of Warrenville— “Lynx Hunting,” by C. A. Stephens. 5—Louisa Krauss, of Taftville— “Uncle Max,” by Rosa N. Carey. 6—William D. Buckley, of New Lon- don—"“Frank in the Mountains,” by Harry Castlemon. 7—Blanche Starkweather, of Plain- field—"Little Prudy’s Story Book.” .Winners of prize books living in the city may call at the Bulletin bus- iness office for them at any hour after 10 a. m. Thursday. S—Warren McNally, of Putnam— “Frank on the Lower Mississippi,” by Harry Castlemon. STORIES WRITTEN B¢ WIDE- AWAKES. To Make Norwich Beautiful. t this season of the year we Wide- Awakes could do much towards mak- ing our city beautiful, after the long winter months. It seems as if some of the yards are littered with papers, tin cans and rubbish of all kinds blown there by the wind and frozen to the ground. As the frost meits away this is quite Now if each one of us will do our duty, and gather this rub- bish, we will do a great deal towards making our city clean and inviting. If each takes care of his own yard it will help to prevent disease, and also help to prevent fires. Where are all the school children who wore the city beautiful buttons? It is time to | “Yes” she said “when it is boiled start the good work and keep it up. [down there is a part made into’ mo- If all join in the good work it will | lasses.” be a great help towards making our | “Then I like sugar cane” said | city truly “The Rose of New Eng- |Georgie, “for it gives me two good | L E RICHARD W. TOBIN, JR., Age 11. Norwich. An_Easter Greeting. Haster is the modern name of a Christian festival, in commemoration of the events of Passover week. I wish the Wide-Awakes a happy Eas- ter. LILLIAN BREHAUT, Age 15. Locust Valley, L. I She Saw King Edward. One day when I was in Portmnd, England, as I was taking a walk with my mother and sister to the park and the common I saw King Edward rid- ing in a carriage. He waved his haud to_us. We also went one Sunday out to Portland Bill (which is nine miles each way from Portland) to see the new lighthouse and the coast guard station. Hope that some day you Awakes may go to England. LILLIAN BREHAUT, Age 15. Locust Valle LT Feast of Cherries. There was a creat war in Germany many years ago. It had been going on for several vears, and one town after another had been taken by the enemy. Finally they came to Hamburg, but the Germans would not surrender their city. So the soldiers said: “Let us wait until they do surren- der.” For a long time the soldiers camped around the city, and the Germans could not get out to get food. At last all the food was gome, and the men and women were starving. They did not know what to do, but some- one cried out: 3 “The children can save every child, both big and Wide- us! Let ‘ little, be enemy.” 5 So the children went. The soldiers expected to see armed men come out to them, but instexd here came hundreds of beautiful chil- dren. When the soldiers saw such an army as this coming they ran to meet them, thinking of the children they had left at home. They wondered what could be done for such a host. Seeing the trees of the great orchards were loaded with ripe cherries, they gath- ered great branches and gave them to the children as a message of peace to the Germans. In this way the children saved their city. The Feast of Cher- ries is observed once a year in Ger- many. == roursa xra¥ss, Age 13. Taftville. A Kernel of Corn. I am a kernel of corn. One morning in the first of June my owner said to his wife: “I believe the frosts are over, so T am going to plant my corn.” “I reckon you ought to if you ever expect to raise anything,” said his wife. I was on the side of the bin. Just then the wind blew me in. I told the others what I had heard. We knew most of us would =ee the world once more and some of us would be ground for meal. When my owner planted his corn he cleaned the bin out and ground the poorest of us, for meal. I did not know I was the best of 4ll, so rouand and plump. When he took me out my heart leaped, for I thought I was doomed. Oh! I went into the bag with the seed. I was being put Into the planter when I heard the mill grinding my poor and unlucky eomrades. I was planted. -The Tains came and I was the first to come up. I was in a different shape then. I was tall and green. I was then hoed. After the last hoeing I was the tallest, biggest and most perfect shaped stalk in the whole field. Generally there were twe or thras rains in a week, but there had not could come over with them. been any rain in two weeks. on so for weeks. I heard the farmers say when they came to see the fleld that there was going to be a drought. ‘We all thought we were doomed. Our leaves drooped and we turned yel- lew. I had hoped to help someone, but I gave up all thoughte of ever do- an 80. ne night it began to rain and rain- ed for three days. I grew fast. I soon had the fullest three ears of any stalk. The fall soon came with its frosts. I was cut down. The corn on my ears was ground to make a loaf of bread for a poor man in the village. From my cobs were made syrup for the same man. I was given to the same man’'s cow, Oh! At last I had done some good in the wide, wide world! How happy I was. HARL JAMES, Age 13. Warrenville. It went | My First Cunner. I-will tell you how I caught mv first cunner. It was a cloudy day, as I remember, and I asked my mother if she would take me cunner fishing, and she s she would, so brother and I went over to some rocks to get some ‘s,n;ails, for that was what we used for ait. When we had gotten enough we went over to a wharf and threw our lines in. We waited for a while. We were getting impatient—when I felt a bite, but I didn’t have the cunner. I felt another bite and I gave the line a pull and I had the cunner fast. pulled him up, but he was too little ’.eat, so I threw him back again. JOHN R, BIFGELOW, Age 9. Norwich. The Fawn and the Little Tiger. Once a fawn met a little tiger. The fawn said: “What pretty strires you have.” The tiger answered: “Yes, and what pretty spots youihave.” ~ The fawn then said: “Let us be friends and roam in the field to- gether.” It was now breakfast time and they went out to see what they might find In the meadow the fawn saw some nice green grass and he said: “Paste this nice fresh friend.” The tiger tried to make it taste good, but he could not, and then the fawn said: “Perhaps we have something home | you would like. I will go and ask | mother.” i When the fawn came to where his ! mother was he told of the friendship they had made. The mother said: “Why! know the tiger is our worst enemy The fawn shook like a leaf when heard this. Then the mother ran aw and hid with the little f n. WILLIAM D. BUCKLEY, Age 10. New London. grass, Don’t you | Bread and Molasses. The clock was striking eleven, and Georgie felt very hungry. “Mamma,” he asked, “May I have some bread and molasses?” “Yes,” she said, “if you will wash | have | your hands and face when you finlshed.” “What Is molasses?” Georgie asked, as he watched his mother spread the | sweet liquid over the breed. 1 “Molasses,” she said, “if made from | sugar cane, which grows in hot coun- | tries. It gvows much taller than papa. The sugar cane is full of a sweet sub- stance which when boiled down and carefully prepared makes sugar.” “Oh!” said Georgie, “is that where the sugar comes from?” | things to eat, sugar and molass FRANK PARDY. Norwich. A Trip to My Friends. | As my father and brother have taken a sawing job friends Sally and Caro- line called me up on the telephone and asked If my sister Ruth ang I So Ruth in the apd I got up at 5 o’clock morning and did all our work. When father was ready to go we went. On “Ys“way there was a plece of ice which had floated over the road and our horse did not like the looks of it, so_he began to back. Pa told him to get up and he fin- ally went on. I was afraid the horse was going to run, but he did not. We went on and soon arrived at Sally’s house. As we got there the sun had just come up. When they got their work done we played the rest of the day. In the afternoon we played house. I was the fellow and Sally was my girl. I dressed up in their father's clothes and Sally dressed with a vell over her head. I went and called on her, and Caroline got me a sled and | I took it to take Sally to ride. | We had a great time. Then it came | time for us to come home. We got | home safe, ate supper and went to bed. MARJORIE CASE, Age 11. ‘Warrenville. LETTERS TO UNCLE JED.. The Bluet. Dear Uncle Jed: I thought I would! tell you about the bluet. | It is one of the earliest and most! delicate of the spring flowers, which are found in the fields, is the bluet, i Growing from the root is a cluster of spoon-shaped leaves from which | rise the light green, slightly flattened stem that is very slender. There are a great many leaves, some | at the base of the stem, while others; are further up. | The light blue flower, having four ! petals, is at thé top of the stem. i Uncle Jed, it seems to me the biuets | love company, for you find them grow- ing close together in little groups, and when the wind softly blows them it| seems as of thev were nodding to oned one another. i I hope some of the Wide-Awakes will write about flowers, for I am in- terested in them. FLOSSIE MEYYER, Age 11. Taftville. A Story of My Doll T have a doll. Santa Claus left it in Beverly, Mass,, for me. It has nice brown hair. I, lke it very much. I play with it a' lot. I took it away with me Saturday. I went to see my Cousin Helen. She had some doils. t0o. 1 let my doll play with them. We| had a little party with our dolls. My doll has gone to bed for the night. We had some cake at the party., The dolls benaved very nicely. Some day I will take her again. BLANCHE STARKWEATHER, Age 3. Plainfield. To Make Mol s Candy, Dear Unocle Jed: T will tell the Wide- Awakes one way of making molasses candy: Take two cups molasses, one eup sugar, an inch cube eof butter, and g little vinegar te make it brittle, Befl 20 minutes, Pour en buttered tins and let eool, IRENE GODUB, Beotland. e Making a Hut. Dear tinele Jed: I am going to tel yeu abeut the walk a few friends and I teek last Sunday. We went inte seme weods and found a hut. It was made of bark and jegs, and was about seven feet high and eight feet broad. ! and so what do vou think his father it had a door which was belted cnl the inside. On one end of the bolt was fastened a chain which hung down on the outside of the hut. It was covered by a piece of bark. We went in and saw a stove, a bed, a grindstone and some bedding. It is a most ingen- ious piece of work. My friends and I are trying hard to make one like it. We have done fair- 1y well so far, and hope to have it fin- ished by summer to play in. ARCHIBALD TORRANCH, Age 12, Taaftville. GeEl A T How He Learned to Swim. Dear Uncle Jed: My grandfather takes The Norwich Bulletin. I saw the stories written by the boys and siris, and thought I would write about my experience last summer ‘when I was camping out. We camped near a pond, and I} tNought T would learn to swim. At first I had a plank under me to hold me up, and paddled along with my hands. When I learned the stroke I tried swimming around a raft made of a | couple of ties with beards across, keeping it near so as to catch it -if I started to go down. i I lost the pole once that we pushed ' the raft alons with, so I tried to swim | over and get it, because it had drifted | about ten feet away from the raft, and | I thought I could swim and get it and swim back again. I hadn't gone far | before I began to sink. I opened my | mouth and shouted to my brother and | anocther boy that was with me. When | I opened my mouth I swallowed some | water, and I got so excited I couldn’t swim; but the other boys swam out | and brought me back to shore. WARREN R. M'NALLY, Age 13. Putnam. To Make a Pretty Doll Cradle. Dear Uncle Jed: I thought I would write and tell the girls how to make; a doll cradle from grape baskets. Take | two grape baskets, one with a waodan, handle and the other with a wire; handle, and carefully remove the wood- en handle, taking care to save the lit-{ tle beads, and be careful not to split| the rim of the basket; cut the wooden | handle across the middle and put the | two pieces into a dish of water to! soak. When they become soft, so you | can bend them into bows, fasten across | the bottom of the basket an inch from | either end, for rockers. Take the wire handle from the second basket. leaving the hook, and fasten it to the back of the cradle. Make the trimmings of bright colored cheese cloth; pad the basket with cotton batting and cover with lining, drawn smooth. Make a little mattress and a pillow. Make a frill ruffle of cheesecloth just deep | enough to touch the floor, and sew around the top of the baskei, lnen fold a piece of cheesecloth over the | wire for a canopy, and place a bow of pretty ribbon on the top where the hook is, and you will have a pretty little cradle. LUCY A. CARTER, Age 11. Scotland. She Will Try to Win a Book. Dear Uncle Jed: I have just been reading some of the children’s stories in The Bulletin, and I am going to try and win a book. I have not been living here but two years last April. I used to live on Long Island It was a long, tiresome journey to Connecti- cut. > MISS ANNA JONES, Age 9. Scotland. First Ride in an Auto. { Dear Uncle Jed: Once upon a time a | little girl was coming home from school, when a little boy ran across | the street, and before he reached the other side a horse and team ran over him, and the little girl picked him up and carried him to her mother, who was very poor. So the little girl went and told his father about it. He was rich and owned a big mill, and when he heard this he took the little girl home in his automobile, and she told her mother about it; and she said it was the first automobile ride she ever had. And she was rewarded with one hundred dollars in gold, and her mother was happy ever after. HARRY COOKSON, Age 13. Centerville, R. L. His Cows. Dear Uncle Jed: I thought I would write and tell you about my cows. One is red and wkite, and the other is red and a little around his mose is white. They run out every day but rainy days or when it snow: 1 study reading, spelling and arith- metic and am 8§ vears old. LEON DIMOCK. Gurleyville. How Robbie Was Corrected. Dear Uncle Jed: I like the Wide- Awake stories and I thought I would write you one about Robby, who was not what you call a bad boy, but he was naughty. He was not very old, only six years, but he was old enough to know right from wrong. He thought it great fun to run away from his nurse and hide. She would think he was lost and be much fright- ened. This happened once too often, did? He bought a long chain with a leather belt and fastened the belt to his little boy. Then the nurse would go marching through the garden, lead- ing the little fellow just like a bear in captivity. Robby had promised to be a good boy when the belt and chain were taken off. ISABELLE BOBSEIN, Age 9. Norwich. My Home. Dear Uncle Jed: I live on z farm. We have lots of fruit, apples, pears, plums and grapes. I will be glad when the fruit 18 ripe. I have lots of fun pleking it. I go to school every day. I have a baby sister and her name is Evelyn. I have to take care of her sometimes. I will be glad when she can walk. We have some hens and they lay lots of eggs. We have Buff Cochins, Plyvmouth ! Rocks, Rhode Island Reds and White Leghorns, but the White Leghorns are the best layers. CATHERINE M'GLOWN, Age 9. Norwich, The Morning Call. Dear Uncle Jed: It was always very hard to make Rosie get up. { “I will make her get up,” said Broth- | er Ralph. i So he took his pet crabs from their basket and put a candle on the back | of each and lit them. Then he sent them into Rcsie’'s reom. She gat up and ran out:calling for Mamma. i “I told you I could make her get up,” | he sald. X VIVIAN STONE. Hampton. My Pet Saddle Herse. Dear Uncle Jed: I mfiol.u to write about my pet horse. Her name | is Girlle, Her coat is red and she is/| very small, H I'rode quite a lot last summer, and aid very well for the first time, as I hadn’t been used to riding much be- fore, I feed her night and morning, and water her at noon, CARRIE JONES, Age 18. Beotland, ' The Cat Always Wins. Dear Uncle Jed: My home is on Main street, A large raple tree stands near the door. In the back stands an apple and a pear tree. Hv- ery year we get nice fruit from the trees, 2 I have a deg. He is black and white, He is ene year cld. I have Sure Internal Pile Remedy Distress vanishes and permanent cure comes later. My little sugar goated tablets taken fnternally is the surest part of my treatment, they re- move the cause. Simple instruc- tions and money back if net satisfied —ask druggist for Dr. Leonhardt’s HEM-ROID, $1.60. Leok for this signature N. D. Sevin & Son, Agent in Nor- wich. —ee e also a cat. The dog and cat fight, but the cat always wins. I have six little chickens. They are | ail black. THOMAS BARNETT. Jewett City. A Brave Boy. Dear Uncle Jed: I thought I would write and tell you about a “brave boy.” Once upon a time there was a boy whose name was Walter Smith. He iived among the hills, where a raiie road called the Neorthern Pacific we: The house in which he lived w made of mud and logs. Walter never wished to ride in the cars, but would sometimes lie on the sandbank and watch the big engine as it went by. One day as Walter happened to be crossing the track he saw something wrong with it. One of the rails seem- d to be out of place. He had heard £ people being killed by »uch things. Just then he heard a nelse. It.agas ie cars! What should he do? He thought of a plan; his handker- ief was red and he knew red meant nger, so out came his handkerchief. train was in sight and Ze waved the handkerchief. When the engineer saw him waving his handkerckhief he stopped the train. AIll the people got off and came to the boy and kissed and blessed him because he had saved their lives. Men said, “God bless the brave boy.” They also teok out their purses and gave him money. He was sent to school and after- wards to cellege. JESSE F. BAILEY. Colchesbter. Beauty and His Master. Dear Uncle Jed: Once upon a time there was a man and he had a dog and his name was Beauty. Beauty was a very good dog and was faithful to his master. And his master used to take him hunting with him quite often, for his dog was a very good hunter. Beauty used to sleep down cellar, and one night he saw a mouse, and he tried to eatch it, but the mouse ran away. One day Beauty died, and his master felt very sorry, and after he was bur- ied his master had a stone placed at the head of the grave to remember the resting place of his falthful friend, Beauty. I think that was 4 good way to show how grateful he had been to Beauiy for being a faithful dog. HAROLD BLAIS, Age 14. Baltie. HOW TO REGAIN HEALTH AT HOME A Sane, Naturai Treatment We all know that rest, recreation and proper diet will correct most ilis, but circumstances will not always permit throwing down one’s daily cares for such- expensive luxuries as a trip away—even if one’s health does require it. In such cases BIOPLASM (Bower) is of inestimable value, for it requires neither a change of climate nor giving up the usual dailroutine. BIOPLASM has no competitor in therapeutics, because it occupies a new field and is built on the new physiology. 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