Norwich Bulletin Newspaper, May 1, 1913, Page 9

will not use over 4. Original stories or letters only Mgbvsvmamunqmmu- dress pisinly at the bottom of the Address all communications to Un- cle Jed, Bulletin Offce. “Whatever you are—Be that; hatever you say—Be true Straightforwardly act, Be honest—in fact, Be nobody else but yow." POETRY. It We Be Long. *T won't be long,” the Little Boy said, As he clattered himm down the stair, And found him a hat for his curly head And called to a dog somewhere, Then off lL‘sa a flash down the shady lan With a whxst]e and ery and song; And back to us ever it came again: “lI won't be gone very long.” “I won't be long.” the Little Boy said, “Don't wait any Supper—yud sea, Tl just have a bowl of milk and bread, And my dog will eat with me” Then he swung his hat on his tangled sgring Till tg; curly dog wagged his tail And romped and played like a boy in | spring And barked him a comrade’s hail. “T won't be I " the Little Boy said, Oh, Mother him, don’t cry! The leaves come green again, yellow and red, And the years and the years go by. But sometime he'll come, as we've seen him do, With a bark of a dog and a song, For it must be true—oh, it must-te true That he'll not be gone very lons! The Sleepy Song. As soon as the fire burns red and iow, And the house upstairs is still, She sings me a queer little sicepy song Of sheep that go over the hill, The goflfd little sheep Tun quick and soft, fneir cdlors are gray and white: They follow their leader nose to tail, For they must be home by night. And one slips over, and one next, And one runs after behind; Thr gray one’s nose at the White one's comas The mp of the hill they find. And whea they get to the top of the hill They quietly slip away, But one runs over and one ecqmes next— Their colors are white and gray, | And over they go, and over they 3o, And over the top of the kill, fhe good litte sheep run quick and soft, And the house upstairs is still. And one slips over and one comes next, ‘The good little, gray little sheep! I watch how the fire burns red and luvw, And she says that I fall esleep. ~—Josephine Daskam. UNCLE JED'S TALK TO WIDE- AWAKES, Wher: Uncle Jed was a small boy he used to have said to him by grown- ups: “For Satan finds some mischief still for idle hands to do!” and “Chil- dren, you should never let your angry passions rise, your little hands were never made to tear each other's eyes,” | apd, also, “How dotn the little busy Pee improve each shining hour, and gather honey all the day from every opening flower” Some children may ®e having these sentiments of Dr. Iseac ‘Watts quoted to them now that they may not get into trouble for want | ot kmowledge or because of idleness; i | Kingdom, sidered quite up to date; but there is not a source of trouble more certain than temper or idleness, Keeping cool and keeping busy make things 80 right /in life, and it is important that this should be léarned when we are young, because we are greatly bene- fited by this knowledge if we heed it. It is a bad habit to find pleasure in idleness, and it is a good habit to find joy in industry. A man like Edison is the product of joy in industry; while the product of pleasure in idleness Is to be found either in poverty or in Jail. Ignorance always thinks there is lots of fun in loafing, while wisdom knows that there is joy in doing. Boys, especially, are apt’to think per- sons who advise them for their own good are mnot their best friends, but . they live to know that those who were anxious about their welfare loved them | best. Success in life depends upon good habits, and pleasure in life resuits from good thoughts. The boy or girl who earliest embraces these truths will put most into life and get most | out of it. ¥ LETTERS OF ACKNOWLEDGMENT. Josephine Holbrook of Norwic Thank you very much for the prize | book received. It is very interesting as far as I have read. Meda Adams of Willimantic: When I wrote I did not think I would win a prize, and I was very pleased. William D. Buckley of New London: | 1 reeived the prize book. Thank you very much. I am reading it and en- Joy 1t. Gladys B. Newbury of Norwich: I !was surprised as well as pleased to | see my name in the paper as a prize book winner. My book, The Children’s is very jnteresting. I like Mrs. Meade's books very much. I hope to win another one of hers. I thank you for it. | Lillian J. Brewster of Norwich: I{ thank you very much for the book I received two weeks ago. I have read it most through. I like it very much. I hope I will succeed and get another prize book some t!mP PRIZE BOOK WINNERS. 1—Marion G. Burdick of Chaplin, Grim’s Fairy Tales. 2—Ethel Aberg of Taftville, Thro' a Looking Glass, by Lewis Carroll. 3—Josephine Burke of Versailles, Robinson Crusoé, by Daniel DeFoe. 4—Alice J. Hickey of Willimantic, Aunt ’Liza’s Hero, by Annie Fellows Johnston. X 5—Leah Siegel of Morwich, Our Gar- den, by Mrs, Herbert Strong. 6—Hazel Glfferd of Putnam, Grim's Falry T 7—Lillian J. Brewster of Norwich, Flip's Isiands of Providence, by Annie Fellows Johnstone, 8—Miriam Grover' of Norwich, Tom Swift and His Great Searchlight, by Victor Appleton. ‘Winners of books living in Norwich may call for them at The Bulletin bu iness office any hour after 10 a..m. on | Thursday, STORIES WRITTEN AWAKES. Riding Horseback. One Saturday afternoon I thought | would ride horseback on_our ari Horse, so I went out to the barn ang put a bridle on him. 1 did not have a saddle, so put some blankets on h back. i No one could ever ride him, So When 1 tried to gzet him ont of the vamd 1 tried quite a while. but did not suc- ceed, He would throw himself against the barn and weuld not move forward. Just then my brother came out to help me. I said ¥ would ride him out of the yard if he would make him go. My brother got a whip and made him go forward in a hurry, and when | he eame out of the vard he ran and kicked up and threw me off, but did not hurt me, as I landed on the soft grass ground. I got on him again and found 1 could back him out of the yard and then drive him in again. f In this way I got him to go forward BY WIDE: g | | SUNNY DAYS IN INSECTVILLE The Lady-Bird i JSome of these Iittle insects are| Xhown by several names,” said Aune | Juie to Dorothy, as she saw on the | Tosebush a tortoise-shell beetle. “Ani here is ome which protects the plant rather than injures it: but ignorant people kill these little helpers when it Wwere wiser to caultiVate them.” “What do they do for the plant” in. Quired Dorothy. “They lay their ezgs on the plant, and their young ones eat up the piant- lice which feed mpon the sap aud weaken 1" said Aunt Jule. “What do they calj it the lady-bird for™ asked Dorothy. “That is 3 name given it in Ireiand a $real mauy years azo,” replied Aunt mle. “When the plant-lice were eat- i up the corn and there Aid not seem ¥ were tortofse- shell beetles,” sald thy, “Yes; they look so much like 1ittlo turtles with spots and stripes on thelr backs that they are popuiarly ed lortoise-shell peetles and the M'E ts (Copyrighted.) their skins and rest in quietness fo several days,after which they tear opea | their envelope and coma forth mailed and ready for flixht, and for producing 4 hundred like themselvel to fight the foes of the plants to which they -ars devoted. The lady-bird has relatives in ev land, and they all have a good but one, the squashbug, which plants instead of protectng them. Of the little red lady-bird who ed this hame a lady poet wrote : 1e eats s “It bears Armor so beautiful upon .ts back, I could not injure it to become a| queen; H Look, sir, Its coat is scariet dropped with jet, Its eyes pure ivory!" “If it is not pretty, observed Dorothy. “Well said,” rejoined Aunt Jule. “Pretty is that pretty does, Looks for something, but behavior counts ¢ more, What they do 18 beneficial xu mankind, for they destroy the pi which would destroy the fruits flowers,” \ “Oh! There's y. “He benst.” “You mean wonderful,” put in Aunt Jule, “You see he has two pairs of wings—sauze to fly with, and ecrusty covers to protect them. 'This is wiy he is called a beetle—he is sheaih- winged; and still these crusty win<s are more than sheaths, for they ax as a parachute, for you will see that they help him to light gently on a leaf—bn folds his gauze wings and comes down slowly and lightly on the plant.” And Dorothy saw that thers wus yonderful desisn in the equipment of these good little creatures of God, - “Tt ]s net generally known,” said Aunt Jule, “that thesa little useful in- Beets are thought so mueh cf¥n Japs. that the leading naturalist of the en: ire named his eldest daughier for &am —Miss 'Paka Nawa—who is a dis- inter of is Miss b lnne',u, for that name.” it is very good," nd one flying,” shouted is a clumsy little being Japanese uxemg' | and have a jolly time. { ran back down the beach to the other a tow ateu with me on h 1 have tried to ri | many 8o a little Chaplin. o < Db S A Visit to Mohegan Park. The first time I ever went to Mo- | hegan park was last year, during our Easter vacation. Another girl and myself left home on the 10 o'clock car. We were earlier, but it looked like rain. girls met us at the square and then we went up to the home of one of the girls, We expected to start risht away for the park and take our dinners with' us, but we finally made up our minds to_go in the afterncon. o started at about 1 o'clock and, it being after dinner, only took a littie luncheon with us. We were about a half hour in reaching the park. We walised around until 5 o'clock and then went home, We left the city on the 5.45 car from the square and reached home about 6 o'clock, Belng the first time.I ever was_ there, I emoyad myself very much. I hdpe I may go there many times. G. . Age 13. Poquetanuck. Whén Bartara Ran Away. Barbara was twelve years old. She had lived in Virginia all-her life until about a week ago when she came ‘“up inorth” to live with her aunt. Both her father, and mother were fidead and the hall in which she spent many happy days was left empty. .When she arrived at her aunt’s the first thing she did was begin to cry. She was as homesick as a child could be. But it took “old Mammy”tocheer her up. So when Old Mammy came up the following day she foung Bab (as she was" commonly called) crying as if her heart would break. “I must go,” sobbed Bab,. “T will run away.” So the Mammy 1ild up the little old handkerchief with her Bab_and Mammy left the house very Guickly so they would not be heard any of the” servants. They were iy st e ot Wit oa Bab was crossing the street. followed by Mammy an automobile came whizzing up and struck Bab, who was leading the way. At this old Mammy could not quiet herself ana spoke so much about the “ole Norghs” that it took two police- men to calm her. Bab was at once moved to a hospi- tal, anq her aunt telephoned for. It was several days before she recov- ered, but when she did, Mammy and Auntie and Bab all left fon Virginia, there to occupy the old hail. JENNIE M'SHEFFERY, Age 13, \ st The Story of Sir William Napier. Once upon a time Sir William Na- pier, an English officer, met a little girl, five years old, who was sobbing over a pitcher which she had broken. ‘When he tried to comfort her, "she asked him to mend the pitcher. He told her that he could not mend it, but that he would give her a six- perice to buy a new one. On looking in his purse, he found that he had no money with him to give the .child. “I will bring you morrow,” he sald the sixpence to- ‘““Meet me here at the same how The child was comforted and the English officer walked on his way. When Sir Willlam reached home he found awalting him an invitation from a friend, which he greatly desired to accept, but his acceptance would have him from meeting the lit- 1. He therefore declined the in- vitation. He said to himself, “TI could not disappoint the child, because she irusteq in me.” LOUISA SIGRIST, Age 13. Taftville, A Little Goldfish. A Iittle before Christmas I was taken to a store and put in a glass bowl. They put another fish in with me. Then we were put i a store win- dow with a great many more, About four weeks after we were glv- en to a little girl who takes real good care of us. She feeds us and cha: the water often. I have a real nca time swimming around with my eom- panion. We hope we will live with her a long time. DORIS C. PARKHURST, Age 11. Stafferd Springs. He Disobeyed. It was a bright and sunny day in June, and Billy’s parents had come to live near the seashore, That morning before Billy went out his mother had told him not to go out alone in a boat or raft, and if he did go to-go with some one older. than himself, Billy called for his boy friends wh were about his own age, and they walked towards the beach, When the: got there some boys were bathing, and / sal down to watch them; but watked away out of the other ' sight, when suddenly ke stopped, - a_thought struek him, He would cail the other boys and build a raft He turned and ., and seon ceme upon them going He told them, and they all v soon started to work and with- hours they had it finished. They launched it and set their sail and started. The wind was blowing sea- ward, but they did not mind it. Thev were telling time, when cold.. He illy was getting a little >t up and looked around, and said “Where are we?" All the otl:- er boys got up and looked zround—no house in sight, and a thick fog & ting in. They knew they were out at sea, with no way of getting back. for wind was blowing that way. They shouted and cried, but all of no us: By this time the sea wag growing rougher and rougher. Whén, splask, {and the whole thinz went’ apart. Al five boys went into the water. All could n but Billy. That was the reason g that morning. It by luck he (‘rrught hold of part of the raft and let himself float. It | seemed to Billy many hours before ho saw any one coming to his aid. Fe was lifted into a searching boat, un- | conscious. When Billy awoke he sasw his mother crying and the doctor benc- ing over him. It was a long time be- fore Billy got better, but he promisci never to discbey again. GERTRUDE KAMINSKI, Age 13, Norwich, - The First Thanksgiving. Nearly three hundred and ten years ago there were some.peopls in Eng- land who did not wish to worship God the way the king did, The king treated them so cruell, they left Hngland and went to Holiand. They stayed there twelye years and then left because thefr ciiidren were becoming like Dutch children. They were now called Pilgrime, be- causs they traveled from place to place looking for new homes, They Anally started for America on the Mayflower and Speedwell, The Speedwell was Jeaking, Bhe was turned back and half of the peo= ple went on the Mayflewer, Ou the VOyAge over one person died and a baby Dbey was bora, His name was Oceanus, &7 They landed at Plymeuth Recl November, 1620, hey ll!ltere(ll‘ ég much from cold and- hunger that half of them died. The Indians were friendly with the Pilgrims, They taught them hew to plam, corn and how to make the soil ! rien -.Wheqslfigt eame flle Pilgrims Three | belongings. | mother forbade him to go out row- | kindness to u Téftville. 5 Horace Greeley. e o fi:“’.‘;&mz loved to read. fire for hours reading a a boy he bY t'ha the paper for a boy to work in a print- ing office. He the place. “When he went &ne superintendent 1o ask rg the - job m“m‘, b‘l’xmh ] Horace could not. - He umn ‘wrote on a plece of paper: “Guess we'd better try him.” This note was taken to the office by Horace, and he f proud nsxt morning as he went work. = “When tha ot boys saw Horace they mocked him, and one of the boys stained his hair with ink. ; But indeed he bscu;m l«umll man. He had a very good edycation. In later y?su‘.s he "Dubllahed the Tribune. The lover of books had be- come a great editor. JOSEPHINE BURKE, Age 11 Versailles. Where Tom Found His Manners. Tom, a very wealthy boy, was one day playing with his dog in front of his beautiful home. Although wealthy, he was proud and seliish. He always | | felt himself nicer than the other boys on account of his fine clothes and playthings. | L ting yery to ‘While he was playing a ragged, barefooted boy came along. He po- litely ' asked Tom for a drink. Tom | answered rudely: “Get along, or I will set my dog on | you.” ‘When the beggar had gone _Tom thought he would go a-berrying. In doing so he had to cross 2 ditch. Go- ing across Tom fell in. He cried and shrieked_for help. Just then the beggar boy came along. Tom offered him money if he would help him out. The boy refused the money, but helped Tom out. Tom asked his pardon for his rude- ness and brought the boy te his house. After that Tom always saif “I found my manners in the ditch.” So you see fine clothes do not al- ways male fine bi ALICE J. HICKEY, Age 10. ‘Willimantic. A Suit for a Song. Above the door of & big talloring establishment was a notice to the ef- fect that goods were going “for a mere song.” Seeing this, a ragged little lad en- tered the shop and began to sing hoping in this way to get a coat to shield him from the cold, for it was winter. Meny of the clerks gathered about the child with mocking encouragement. They thougnt it a joke. At last the nead man heard the little urchin and told him to €ing in the store. “But,” said the Dpoor _youngster, “your notice, slr, says you give clothes for a song. I have sung you a song, now I want the clothes, please, sir.” The tradesman was not only tickled but ho was touched, for he had a kind heart. He gave orders for the boy to be meatly and warmly clothed and within a few minutes he was atlired in a new suit and a warm overcoat. So he really dld obtaln a suit for a €ong. BLEANOR B. MORIARTY, Age 11. Wiilimantic. , Oranges. Oranges are a sweet. juicy fruit. Their native home' is in lo\lthwest Asla, but they are cultivated in Flor- ida ‘and California. They need rnin, warmth and sunshine. . The oranges grow on trees. The blossoms of the orange tree are white and fragrant. They are used in bridal wreaths, The leaves of the orange tree are glossy green. A group of orange trees is called a grove, When the oranges are rie they are picked, wrapped in tissue paper and packed in wooden boxes or crates and sent all over the world. People eat oranges raw, use them in cakes, pud- ! dings, and many ether things. ER: NEST E. FORBES Age 10. Norwieh, Egypt. S Bgypt is a country in the northeast- ern part of Africa, The Sahara desert is west of Egypt, and the Nubian desert is southeast of BEypt, The Nile river overfiows its banks very swiftly and goes back very slow- ly. When it s zoing Wack it leaves {mud. The products are sugar| cane, wheat and cotton. Cairo is the capital of Egypt, in the northern part, on the delta of the Nile river. Alexandria is the chief port of Eegypt, in the northern part, on the Mediterranean seacoast. Most of the | trfide is with BEngland. Some of the people are Arabs. They belong to the white race. It we went to Egypt the things we would like to see most of all would be the P{x-amids and Sphinx. The Sphinx is a large face carved out of atone. he was 14 Ite saw an ndv«:uummt xn 8 -mud at once to get ‘We would algo see the Suez canal. England has control over Egypt. MIRIAM GROVER., Age 10. . Norwich. The Night Wlth a Wolf. Once there was a little girl who loved to have someone tell her stories. Her father was a hunter and trap- per and he often told his little girl stories of his adventures in the forest. One night he took her on his knee and told her a story something like this: One night when the snow was fall- ing fast and thick, Father set out to look after his traps. It was so dark he could not see anything in front of him, and finally ‘he realized he was lost. . He sapk down in the wet earth and sell asleep. Suddenly he awoke and felt something cuddle up close to his side in the darkness. He touched it. It was furry and shabby. Soon he fell asleep again and did not awake until he felt the warm body move. He opened his eves| and saw a great wolf get up from "his side and move slowly away. “That was a nice story,” said lhs‘ little girl, as she kissed him “Good night!” and went to bed. MINNIE MAGEL. Age 12, Taftville. LETTERS TO UNGLE JED. In!floflad n .Oxen. Dear Uncle Jed: I go to school at district No. 5. My teacher’s name is Mrs. Reith. The supervisor says we, have the mode]l school of the town. ‘Wa live on a farm and T am inter- ested In oxen and my father deals in them, We have twenty-five oxen. He shipped a csrload to Boston Jan, 15, ang received a carload from there Jan. 28, T take muslc la(sons on the piano of Miss Vose at Westerly, I must learn my history lesson now, se I will uv gondnight. RICHARD BENTLEY FIMJEH JR. Westerly, R, 1. 9. aceds zmmenc isd tedious»shd»d almost able o all convalescents and invalids. ~Pure malt and hop vnth Hypophosphites of Iron and Lime ad personally used by leading doctors. KIN June érug st _with the Pure Fodd and Drug Act of your druggist or to us. King’ _' 3638 Hawley St, Boston at ‘once in the work of rebuildi G’'S PUREMALT is sold at all ‘and in strict conformity 80, 1906. Send for Dmel to l s Puremalt Dopinme‘m, nfilm.r OD mmt and:such aG@GD FOOD that'it acts ded. R NOTA It is’ positively ‘valu- ing through the ice after pickerel. T have good times around the river. ‘When I was small I fell in two or three times, and in the summer we Bo_after pomflmeq. I have built a camp on the other side of the river and often I go over in_the boat and play in the woods. I have a boy visit me every summer from the city and we have good times | playing cowboy and Indians In. the ‘Woods. In summer I sleep out in my tent. I set up beside the river, and I do. my own cooking. I have put a telephone | line from one camp to the other and {1 can telephone from one camp to the ! other. I am trying to put up a tele- graph now. I have put electric lights in my bed room. HARRY COOKSON. Centerville, R. I, Sport at School. , Dear Unele Jed: I am going to tell You about my school. I am in the second grade in the Greeneville school. My teacher’s name is Miss Hoar. Our studies are arithmetic, reading, writing, speiling and singing. In the morning we go in at 9 o'clock and get out at 1145 o'clock, and in the afternoon we go in at 1.30 o’clock and get out at 3.30. One day when we were in the school yard and the snow was on the ground, ‘we built a snow fort and threw snow balls; and we built a snow man, too, and _then threw snowballs at it. FREDERIC C. KENDALL, Age Norwich. Ruth’s Birthday Cake. Dear Uncle Jed: T am a little girl seven years old, and have never writ- ten to vou before. write to you on my birthday. mother made me a birthday cake and Put _seven candles on it. ‘We have two ducks and three horses and some cows. I go to school every day. T a mile to go to school. We live o' a big farm. I have a little brather whose name 4 is Ronald." We have a cat named Pinkie. One day T get my ears frozen going to school. RUTH MURRAY. Colchester. What He Saw at the Fair. Dear Uncle Jed: I am going to fell o9 what I saw at the county fair last zptemher st about 9 o'clock took the ecar a got at the fair grounds to see the horses, cattle, chick- ens and rabbits. There wasn’'t many dogs on exhibition. In the afternoon there were horse races and motorcycle races. The man who won the motorcycle race went. five miles in little over seven minutes. I saw dogs &nd cats doing tricks and & monkey riding on a bicycle. Last of all we saw a balloon go up with a man and a woman. a in a parachute. WILLIAM M. DURR, Age 14 Norwich Tow: Lillian’s Visit to Pleasant Valley. Dear Uncle Jed: T thought I would write you a letter about my trip to Pleasant Valley. When I was 8 years old I went with my grandmother and mother to a place called Pleasant Valley, In_the.forencon we took a trolley car for Willimantic. There we took a train for Hartford. Then we changed cars for New Hartford. When we got | to New Hartford we took a team and | drove to Pleasant Valley. I had a very pleasant ride on both the train and team. When we got to my cousin’s it was growing dark. from riding so long. The next day I went out and played | with my cousins. We had a good tinmre playing near the barn and under the maple trees in front. near the road. The following day I went down the road and watched some people play tennis. T also went to the orchard and picked up some apples. I rode in the team and went down near the Farm- ington river. I made dresses for my dolls and swung in the swing. We stayed one week and then we | started for home. when I got home. LILLIAN J. BREWSTER, Age 11. Norwich. I was very glad Rose Gets Angry. Dear Uncle Jed: I have a new dog. Her name is Rose. She is fond of my little sister and plays with her like anything. She takes papers and car- ries them under the table, and my v: Oh, Mamma! Rose has something! She gets very angry-at a boy when he stops and waits for us. She will bark. I like to hear her bark; she will find a piece of wood. wants us to®&hrow it and she will get it. AGNES RUPPRECHT, Age 10. Gurleyville. Sophia es Summer. Dear Uncle Jed: We have six cows and two horses. I like my teacher very much. I like to go to school. My school is in Gur- leyville. My sister will come to school next year. She will like to come to school. I thank you for the two books very much. I read one all through. I like summer because it is warm. We have ninety-seven little chickens. SOPHIA MUSIAL, Age 8. Gurleyville. A Big Rock. Dear Uncle Jed: I thought I would write ang fell you about-a big rock. It is fifty feet high. I went to see the rock. I can ses the town of Mansfleld and the eity of Willimantic from there. It is very nice, My friend Margaret and' I went to see ‘the rock one Sunday. The col- lege boys went to see it on Sunday. And lots of girls went with them. How Harry Enjayl Life, Unele Jed: My house ix beside the river, and I oftén ge out and sall my littie boat, Semetimes I go out in my father's bt‘:so, rolt. In the mm’e ‘take the -and we, ing after hnmldr"wt m fer we go fish. They were looking at the Fenton river and places near the rock, LILLIE MARCHAT, Age 5. | Mansfield Center. She la In the Third Grade. Dear Unele [Jed: I [ueu 1 will tell Yo abont my sehool, Thers 1 thought 1 would ; My ¢ They went | up out of sight ang came safely down I was very tired | | teen scholars in thé school. There is | a,boy besides myself in my class. We use the Geographical Reader, and I like it very much. 3 I am in the” third grade, and I do all my writing with ink. 1 have language, history, writing, | reading, arithmetic and spelling, so it keeps me’ busy: all the time. “We are having Easter vacation now and I expect to go down to my grand- mother’s for a visit. I always have a fine time when I go there. 1 live on a farm, but grandma lives in the city. MILDRED E. GRANDY, Age 8. Yantic. She Tries to Learn. Dear Uncle Jed: I will now give you an outline of my school work. I make an effort to learn my lessons each day and study ambitiously as 1 want to be & very bright girl. i | After school I take an interesting Dbook from the library and by reading it through I learn a little bit more. LEAH SIEGEL, Age 8. Nerwich. Saw Eleven Deer. Dear Uncle Jed: I am going to write | { about my bantams. I had four beau- | tiful banties, one was black, another white anq the other two were speckled. They were the prettiest bantams I had ever seen. But now the speckled one, the black one, and the white one have died, and 1 have only the little speckled one left, | but she is a beanty. ! The other day my brother saw eleven | deer grazing all together. Théy are {a beantiful sight. ! ALMIRA E. KRAMER, Age 10. Colchester. | 1 i | | Mme. Garvagh Taft car from your own' dealer. pay for it Auto Buyers' Co. of | Broaaway, N . FRANK L ROY! 35 Shetucket St., Vo m. Comn. PALMIST AND CLAIRVOYANT Truthful in her predictions, reliabl in her advice, no matter what trouble you may have with yourself or of Come and she will guide ‘you. 204 FRANKLIN STREET Up one flight, over Avery's stere. YOUR CHANCE TO GET AN AUTOMO~ BILE. WHY PAY CASH FOR IT? Select your automobile or delive: We will You can pay us at your convenience, without advance in prise. Am., Inc, 1290 mar20ThS8Tu ORDER IT NOW Ropkins & -Cos: Light Dinner Ale, T6c_per dozen. Koehler's Pilsner,”§0c per dozen. Trommer’s Evergreen, 75c per dosem, Ffree; delivery to all parts of the H. JACKEL & CO. city. ‘Telephone 136-5. Delivered to Any Part ~¢ Norwich the Ale that is be the best on the m-rh«,—HANL:v' PEERLESS. A telephone order will receive prompt attemtiom. D. J. McCORMICK. 20 Frankiin 8t THOMAS J. HOWARD Long Island Soumd New York Harbor . | Gladys’s New Method of Writing. . —AND— | Dear Uncle Jed: I thought I wotild e like to. tell you about my’ studles in TRANSPORTATION school, and my school roon In my room there are pictures on the | SCOWS and barges for freight or charter | wall. - Every month we have a calen- | Net1 BROADWAY, NEW YO dar my teacher draws on the board. ¥ pNow T am learning (o write the almer method of writlng. It is very | hard tolearn. But my teacher savs it | 10 BE GIVEN AWAY e try real hard we shall soon jearn For thy week of April 28 Once a_month our writing papers are A NEW HAT sent to Mr. Graham's office. i GLADYS ROLLINS, Age 11. - Ngiwaah. 88 111l Patace Pool and Billiazd Paciors, ——— 49 Main Street # The Needle and Pin. Dear Uncle Jed: A needle and a pin being neighbors “in my work bagket began to quarrel. “T should like to know," said the pin, “what you are good for and how you- expect to go through the world without a head?” “I can go through more work than aid the needle. ; but you won't live lons,” t } said 1d the needle, ou have always had a tch in vour side” While they were quarreling a little | girl entered and began to sew. In do- |ing this she broke the eye of the nee- dle. Then She tied the thread around | the top of the pin and in attempting | t to sew pulled its head off, and threw |it in the waste basket. After awhile | the waste basket was dumped into the fire, which ended the quarrels of the needle and the pin. HAZEL GIFFORD, Age 11. Putnam. The Eight-Legged Puppy. Dear Uncle Jed: T will tell the Wide- | Awakes about an eight legged puppy preserved in alcohol. | The extra four little legs are grown A LM)!{OL 3 PER CEN AVegetable: similating the Foodoad ungmc Stomachs and \ Woorns, Couvuisions 4Lcsanrm iz Signaiure of CrrrAUR COMPAY, TN ¥ YORK. CORNS All trouble of the feet. ELECTRIC LIGHT TREATMENT All troubles of the merve circu- lation or rheumatism. JAMES DAWSON, Room 26 Central Building Lady Attendant out from its shoulders above the other two. It is awfully cute. The mother dog killed it because she knew it was not right. It is black and white. There are four little pupples besides this one.” ALICE STONE, Age 14. Tel. 524. Hampto: No Deterrent. Pride goes before a fall, but people keep right on belng proud, notwith- standing.—Detroit Free Prees. In For a Long Wait. John Bull is anxiously waiting to see Mrs, Pankhurst behave well and properly —Birmingham Age-Herald The Kind You Have Always Bought . For Over Thirty Years