Norwich Bulletin Newspaper, May 22, 1913, Page 9

Rules for Young Writers. 1 Write plainly on one side of the paper only and aumber tha pages. 2. Use pen and ink, not pencil 3. Shert and pointed articles will be given preterence. Do not use over 250 words. 4. Original stories or letters only will be used, : 6. Write your name, age and ad- dress plainly at the bottom of the Biory. Address all commurications to Un- cle Jed, Bulletin Office. “Whatever you are—Be that; ‘Whatever you say—Be true. Straightforwardly act, Be honest—in fact, Be nobedy else but you.” POETRY. Lament of a Little Girl. My brother Will, he used to be He 3 And had his hair in curl, We played with dolls and then, And every kind of toy: But all those good old times are gone— Will turned into a boy. tea-sets Mamma made him little suits, With pockets all complete, And cui off all his yellow curls, | Ang packed them up sSo neat; And Will, he was so pleased, I b'lieve He aimost jumped -with joy; But 1 must own I didn’t like ‘Will turned inte a boy. he plays with horrid topd know how to spin: And marbles that I try to shoot, Bui never hit or win; And leap-frog—I cam’t give a “back™ idke Charley, Frank or Roy— . no one knows how bad 1 feel, e Will has turned a boy. Oi have to wear frocks just the same, And now theyTre mostly white; have to sit and just be good, | While Will may climb and fight, But 1 must keep my dresses nic And wear my hair in curl; And worse, oh worst thing of all— I have to stay a girl The Children’s Realm. Uncle Jed's Talk to Wide-Awakes. Uncle Jed is aware that there is some disappointment among the Wide- Awak: because their stories or rhymes do mot appear in print, or the won are not to their liking. Jed wants the Wide-Awakes to vays bear in mind that they should something interesting when they write whether they compose their let- te in prose or rhyme, Not one in a thousand grown-ups can rhyme well, and not one in ten thousand can write the simplest poem. Our prize books e Uncle have to be won and must be worked for. It is a simple thing to write a good letter upon an every day sub- ject and it is something worth learn- ing. 0 know how to express thoughts concisely and in order is an accom- plishment that will help a boy or a girl afl through life. Uncle Jed does not mean to be too exacting with the Nitle folks, but they should aill try to do their work well A majority of the Wide-Awakes de excellent work, and a few of them make <copy for the printer that looks fkike wsteel plate. Uncle Jed has becn surprised by the excellence of their werk. Those who show jimprevement fn their work are | sure 1o get a book, and these who have | letters written for them de not get recognized. Strive to de yowr work well and your tura for getting a book will sunely come. Letters of Acknowledgement, Lillian dosephine Brewster, of Nor- wich-—Fhank you ever s¢ much for the prize book I received a few weeks ago. ] haven't bad time to read it, Jm sorry to say. pecause Fve been so ousy. I Bmagine it is a fine story -b; | THE WIDE AWAKE CIRCLE Boys and Girls Department { Bdgar B. P. Darlington. the name of it. I hope I will succeed and win another prize book some time. Alice Gorman, of Versailles—I re- ceived the nice prize bbok, Nita, you sent me. I thank you very much for it. I have read it through and it is very interesting. Agnes Babsein of Norwich: I thank vou very much for the book vyou awarded me. I have read it almost through, and it is very interesting. Prize Book Winners. 1—Eric Gilbert, of Danielson—Ad- ventures of a Brownie, by Miss Mu- loch. 2—Lucy Carter, of Scotlandi—Betty of Old Mackinaw, by Frances Margar- et Fox. 3—Frank Pardy, Beauty, by Anna Sewa 4—James S. Uncle Sam’s Boys H. Irving Hancock. 5—Estella Yerrington, of Taftville— Sleeping Beauty, by Martha Baker Dunn. 6—Charles S. Hart, of Hope, R. 1L— The Circus Boys in Dixie Land, by of Norwich—Black i Moran, of Norwich— in the Ranks, by 7—John O’Neil, of Norwich—Pony Rider Boys of Montana, by Frank Gee Patchen. 8—Mariam M. Wheeler, of Stoning- ton—The Water Babies, by Charles Kingsley. Winners of books living in the city may call at the business office of the Bulletin for them at any hour after 10 a. m. on Thursda STORIES WRITTEN BY THE WIDE. AWAKES. The Old Furnace. Over the hill and down in the hol- low, southeast of Danielson, the Old Furnace. It is called this because there d to be a foundry there. A brook runs through the Old Fur- nace, and along this brook grow vio- lets, Jack-in-the-Pulpit, and many other flowers. Artists go and paint there. I was over there t Sunday and got some checkerber There are many hemlock and maple trees growing over there. South of this is Half hill. There are many high rocks there. Ome place is called the Devil's Cart Path. This is very hard to climb. xt is the Devil's Pulpit. To go his you have to climb some ks, till you come to one with a hollow in it. You climb up this hol- low place and you will come to a flat rock. This is the Pulpit. You can see for miles and miles away. If you play a bugle here yon will hear it echo far away. 1t is supposeq that the Indians used to live around here, for there have been Indian hatchets found. I don’t know just how but if you are up on top vou can see the tops of the trees far below. Squaw Rocks are south of tRis, but I am not going to_tell you abouX them as I have never been there. ERIC GILBERT, Age 10. Danielson. steep rock high it is, My Walks in the Woods. I have a lovely country home and every spring 1 love to watch the birds and flowers appear. 1 listen for the Oriole and when it comes I know it is time for me to start my walks through the woods. Now I am going teo tell you what I see in my walks. I start through the lots back of our ‘house, then as I come to the top of a hill' which we slid down in winter I see before me the woods: but before I enter them I have to cross a tiny brook, the same one that I ge swim- mEng in farther down. As I cross the brook I see tiny fishes playing about in the water. Then far ahead of me I see pink | flow . know what dart ahead to pick you suppese I find? slippers. The rocks in back of our house are something like those where I am stay- ing now, very high and steep, but there | are no steps Jleading up the side of them. They are well worth climbing, for when 1 reach the top I have a wonderful view. As T look around I spy a bird’s nest and find it is a robin’s nest, for I see them. = What Lovely do ladies’ THE FAITH FLOWER (Writtenm Speefally for The Bulleti) One Sunday afterncon in the Parl.v1 spring, as lttle Dovothy Stevens and her mother stoed on the veranda of thin if they have fa th must they are and | * mean to keep looking up—and that one of the hardest things is to be goods | but if we keep trying, Jesus will help | e us, and we will g e good | thelr bemmiful home, sttmated fn the | women. Mary did mot bejece, S| midst of a spacious lamm near the|She asked: ‘Even the people in the| edge of the town, Dorothy asked: lenements | “Mother, may 1 go for & walk in the “Mary lives on a street where the | B 101se: small and shabby, and the | “es, Qear” Teplied Mrs, Stevens; | men and women are ro | “take Bruno with you and do not go, Po¥ys and ay Ve | beyond the first group of birch trees.” | MY mother say ‘I “wonder | Dorothy cafled to the big New- | C40 oW to be a good woman, when | foundland dog, waved a good-bye to|She has to live with such things | her mother, and walked across the 2round her. = lawn, through gieen meadow and |, “ldttle Anemone, I shall call you| @ver a rustic bridge into the woods.] ith Flower.” I think you could ! “hen she walked along the bank of the | Delp Mary believe. Will you come and | brook, Hsteming te the music it made | tell her what you told me? | as it flowed along, now slowly, where | Jdttle Anemone sighed as she | the greund was level, now leaping{ thought of the mossy bank and the | and dashing over large stones, again, | SIN€Ing brook, but— “I will go,” she ! where the ground was a little high, | said. | racing and tumbling down hill. © | As little Anemone finished speak- | After 2 while she came to a beauti- ful white birch tree which leaned lov- | ingly teward the brook. A few feet from the tree was an anemone plant beawing several large buds. Derothy thought that it wewld be nice to wait until the largest bud opened, and as she felt quite tived she sat down on a bed of soft moss and leaned her head sgainst the tree. A moment or twe later she heard a noise Hke a tiny explosion, and a small sweet yoice said “Oh, I am : that T believed rection from w came, Dorethy discovered that the Jlargest anemone bud had thsowan her petals “What did you believe? asked Der- othy. “Fhat 1 should really ecome up here | and find it better than it is down in the ground?” { “Why did yeu deubt?” questioned | Perothy. “Because”, veplled iittle Anemone, "¢ was so dark that I could not see When I tried to reach up stones got in the way and fierce worms crawled around me” “Oh, brave flower, now T wonder how you could believe.” “Some one” replied little Anemone, *“seemed to be calling te me: ‘Look up and vou will we able to come up; Now T know tbat the voice came from the great warm sun and the light and heat | that he sent gave me the strength te| “Litile Anemone,” began Derothy, “vou make me think of my Sunday scshood teacehr. She says that even small and weak people can do hard ng Dorothy heard a no queer tugging at her g bed her eyes for a mi and when she opened them realized that she : had been asleep. The sun was setting, and Bruno was trying te awaken her by pulling at her dress and barking. he paited Brune gleefuly and tegeth- [ er they started for home. _ When they reached the house, Mrs, | Stevens we t the window watching for them. Dorothy gave her mother a glowing account of her experience, ! conciuding with the request: “Now, | mother, please explain the dream.” “1 think, replied her mother, “It means that you and I ought to do something for Mary.” “I will take little Anemone and oth- P;vflowers to her,” volunteered Doro- thy. “That will be very mnice, but we should do more than that, We must try to get aecquainted with Mary, so that we can be real friends to her. We could begin by imwviting her to spend a day with us, She could play with your toys, have a nice lunch, and afterwards go for a walk in the ‘woods.”? “But, mother,” pretested Dorethy, “1 de not want Mary te play with my toys and spend a whole day here.” “Dear child,” replied her mother, “it will not be altogether pieasant, but think how much pleasure it will give Mary. if little Anemone was willing to leave her heautiful home beside the and felt a | She rub- | | her birthday brook te help Mary, cannot my daugh- ter make some small sacrifices?” A beautiful smile chased the frewan ffom Dorothy's face as she promised: 1 will try,”” three little blue eggs in it, and when I again visit it I may see three little baby birds. LYDIA LATHROP, Age 11. Norwich Town. A Picnic. One day last = August my Sunday school teacher invited her class of about twelve boys, named the True Blue Class, to Groton Long Point. ‘We started on the 9 o’clock train for New London. Then took the ferry to Groton, and then the trolley to Gro- ton Long Point. We reached there about noon. ‘We carried our bathing suits, and after having dinner, which our teach- er had prepared, we played baseball unti] we lost our “ball; then we went in bathing, caught crabs, ran races, and had a fine time. At § e'clock we returned home. ROYAL BABCOCK Age 11. Jewett City. Benjamin Franklin. Once there was a little boy whose friends filled his pockets with money. His, desire for a toy stayed in his mind so much he decided to go to the toy shop and buy something. During his walk to the toy shop he met a friend who was blowing a whis- tle. He grew quite envious of the lad and decided that should be the toy he would buy. Soon he came to the toy shop and asked the clerk for a whistle. The clerk got one and asked the boy how much he would give for it; and he said: “All the money I have got.” He got the whistle and went home blowing it. When he reached home he continued blowing all over the house, much disturbing the whole family. Then his brothers and sisters began to question him. One asked where he got it and an- other how much he had paid for it. He replied: “All the money I had.” They told him he had paid twice as much as it was worth. After Frankiin had grown to be a man and he saw anything he wanted he would say to himse “Don’t pay too much for the whistle. LENA DRAKE, Age 12. Norwich. Cotton Cloth. I was born in Savannah. When I was a few months old a colored man pvicked me and put me into a basket From the basket T was put inte a cot- ton gin, where my seeds were taken out. The seeds had oil in them. They were crushed and made into an oil- cake to fatten the cattle, When my seeds were taken out 1 was packed in bales with cotton from other plants. The bales were opened and we were put into a machine, This machine took my threads out. After that my threads were woven together and now I am a piece of cotton cloth. ESTHER HYMAN, Age 9, Norwich. William Tell. The people of Switzerland were once ruled by a tyrant named Ge: , One time Gessler put his cap on a pole and told the people to bow before it. There was one man named William Tell who would not do this. Gessler was angry and made up his mind to punish him. William Teil was a famous hunter and no one could shoot with the bow ! and arrow as well as he. Gessler knew this and he thought of a cruel plan. He made Tell’s little boy stand up in the square with an apple on his head and then he told Tell to shoot the apple with one of his arrow: Tell begged the tyrant to take back the order, but he would not do it. But Gessler said that if he did not shoot the apple off the soldiers should Kkill his boy. Tell took a steady aim and shot the apple off the bo: head. As Tell was going aw an_ arrow v which he had hidden under his coat | fell te the sgrgund. Gessler then asked him what he meant by the second arrow. Tell then told him that if he had hurt his child was going to kill him with the oth Arrow. Shortly after Tell shot the tyrant and freed his country. EDWARD BURNS, Age 13. Norwich. ' The Milky Way. “Ralph’s got the nicest present said Mar for lovely. “I think you t for your Mamma’ ve a mice little pirthday, too,” gift said Auntie, wondering at the little sigh ifrom her happy niece “Yes, bout Ralph earned the mon for his all by hi L He did er- | andg and pulled weeds and raked | 1ss and lots of things. “They all teH me I am too litt le, and two yearn 1% think ver if we cannot find you ter earn some mone¥,” hugging the little her. “I have it! up in the ‘. out a 1id Auntie, girl very close to What do. you see y , the clouds and the milky aret, wondering how blv see a way in the to earn money. Ire. Butler wants a milk-c: She will give five cents a week. whole month before mother’s day.” When Mamma opened the box oa sh sked “Is the pitcher Margaret mine, 5 > and 1 earned the money S, my - g fow did Ralph asked. “The milky garet. sel the you earn wa laughed Mar- FRANK PARDY. Norwich. Age 12. Ferns from the Woods. . Dear Uncle Jed: Late in March my brother and [ went into the woods and gathered some ferns that we might plant them in a shady place in the yard where nothing seemed to grow. For more lifan three wee! watched them, but saw mno sign life. But on€é morning I went out and was pleased to see some little white \ds peeping up-through the ground ch morning they had grown a lit tle more, until they were about fo inches tall, all covered with a white fuzz and curled up at the ends, Leaves have now grown from the fuzzy plant, and we are promised a row of handsome ferns. JAMES S. MORAN, Age 13. Norwich. A Devoted Mother. A few months ago a fire broke out in a large city. The fire engines were soon on the spot. The house w blazing briskly when they arrived. There had been, however, no loss life—every person had been succs fully rescued from the building. fireman had just remarked “That is well dome,” when they heard wail of a cat. One_fireman determined to save cat. He followed the wails of the cat and soop came to a room filled with smoke and water. Looking in, he saw a beautiful cat sitting on a basketful of kittens. The cat was nearly drown- ed, but she would not desert her Kkit- SSTELLA YERRINGTON, Age 12, Taftyille, of A job the Autobiography of a Pussy Willow. 1 just grew up out of the ground and I am_ nothing but a litile black siick, I have abeut fourteen shells upen me, and every week a little fur coat grew out of the shell till 1 had quite a few fur eshis, I had many little breiliers and sis- ters, but I was the oldest of them. The March winds were very cold and one night a tree fell over and killed many of my brothers and sisters. Near me grew many skunk cabbages garet. | see | ¥ money * | and I used to watch the bluejays come and eat them. 7 Spring was coming. One day two little girls came to look for us. Theix names were Mary and Helen. They picked me and took me home. The next day they took me to scheol, and in the afternoon all the little children practiced for marching. JOHN O'NMIL, Age 11. Norwich. 4 Robinson Crusoe’s Island Home. ‘When Crusoe was on the land after the destruction of his ship in a storm, he began to look about him to dis- cover, if posgible, his whereabouts. He climbeq to the top of a hill and found he was on an island surrounded by the sea. He saw the wrecked ship some dis- tance out in the harbor, so he bullt a raft and brought ashore provisions, clothing and other things for his own use. These he covered with a small tent. He began to look about for a place suitable for a house. He soon found a grassy plain at the foot of the hill. About the back- ground he erected several rows of strong stakes, hewn from the forest nearby. These stakes were driven up close to the rocks of the hill. The only W to climb this fence was by a lad- der, which Crusce drew in after him. He made a large tent with a small- er tent inside of it, where he placed his hammock, having decided to sleep like a sailor, swinging in.a hammock. He felt safer then as he was far from tHe attack of any reptiles or insects. He hewed out a cave in the r behind the tent. He also hewed an opening large enough to serve as a retreat of safety in time of danger, and as a cellar for provisions in ordinary times. When all was completed he retired to his hammock, feeling for the first time since he had landed on the island safe from the attack of foes. LILLIAN BREHAUT, Age. 15. East Norwich, N. Y The Cast Aways. Once there was a poor pailor who had three sons. Thei Peter, John and Herbert. The poor till one day he got a letter from his friend, saying he would like to have his three sons come to see him on an island. So the father gave them sup- plies and they bid their father gooy- bye and on the same day sailed off. They sailed and sajled in their ship till at last they reached the The father's friend was ver them and when they were ready to go he gave them each some money. They sailed along till at night there arese a storm ang the wind and rain dashed against the ship. The ship could not and the storm any longer and it col- lapsed and the brothers clung to the wreck and floated away, The father thought he weuld ge in search of them, and he got Some of his neighbors to go along with him. They sailed quite a di They s one was waving a coat. They rowed up te the place and the father found boat; and the sons showed the money to their father, and when they got home they divided the money between their neighbors, the father was so thankful they ed hi ons’ 1iv ROBERT KIRCHNER, Age South Windham. A Fairy Tale. prince. The king liked him very much. He was going on a journey to St. Philip’s grotto. When he came to the grotto a& house suddenly appear A hideous ape was outside. Then came the inmates of the house. The were rough, Jazy people. They beat the poor prince and made him do all the work. One night when he was bleeding from a beating the people of the house had given him the ape id: “lead me in the wall of the house three nights running and you will be frec > The prince rose up, took the ape and | walked to the wall of the house. The wall of the house opened and they walked through. When he came out he saw the ape standing on the out- side, too The next night the walls shut; but the third night he w When he came out the third night there was an old man, a beautiful lady and the prince’s army, The old.man said: “This is { army and this is vour bride.” gnld man vanished and the house i ished, too. ! | nearly and married the lady happy ever afterwards. JOHN HOGAN, Age 9. The prince lived Putnam, | Our Pet Foxes. | _On the 6th day of April in 1911 my | father with a workman went to the east side of our farm to work My brother, who was then 11 years old. went with them. The men were working and my brother, who a little way off. saw something [ | on a little knoll lying in the sun. He { thought they were woodchucks, but : { he I | | went nea the; n into a hole and the mother, which proved to be a 1 away. went and told vapa; then they | d up the hole to the for shovels a me out ten ntally killed They brought them with the pic { hiczriain bag vut them in a large { box In They were about as arge as a haif grown kitten. Mamma up hand. They would eat anything a dog would eat. When they got too large for the box papa fixed e place in the cellar to the cornerib for them. "hey grew to be very tame and cunning, and were very glad to see mamma when she went to feed them. They would jump upon her and eat from her hand. | They watched for the mother fox and she was shot two days ter. | We kept the young ones until De- ember and then sold them for a nice sum of mone | MARIAN WHEELER, Age 11. 1 Stoningten. | LETTERS TO UNCLE JED. How Tea is Prepared. Dear Uncle Jed: I am writing to | you about tea. 'Tea plants grow b very few months th ready to be pi leaves make tea of the be: The ieaves that are to make black tea are first spread out to dry. They are then heated. rolied in the hands, to press out the ices. The leaves dry and turn blacl hey are ready to be packed in boxes. Tt make green tea the same kind of leayes are dried very quickly after picking. It takes several pounds of | fresh leaves to make cne pound of tea. TUnroll some tea some day and you will see tea leave: 1 MARY E. FOURNIER, Age 12. Norwich. lands. are in hot leaves young flavor, How He Planted Corn. Dear Uncle Jed: TLast Friday I planted sweet corn. This is the way I planted it: I placed three or four seeds in a hill, being sure it was in a warm place in the garden. Water the corn constantly until the stalks appear. I hope the boys and girls of the Wide-Awake Circle will write about plants and vegetables and begin plant- ing, ASA HYMAN, Age 11. Norwich, Sly Old Mike. Dear Unele Jed: I am going to le you of an experience Mike, our tom- cat, had. He is a gcod-natured cat, | but very sly and deceitful. One dayv.as he w up to his old trick, stealing salmon, -he caught his names were | sailor liveq happily with his three sons | his sons and breught them aboard the | Once upon a time there was a brave | Next they are | RIS ALCGIGL 3 PLR GENT: ANegetable Pregarationfords- Opiura Marphine 0T NARCOTIC. RS LETHTCAR S - s Atse ol + -t ‘or Consfiga: tammsmm‘ Diarrhoa ‘| Worss Comvulsions Feverisk: niess and LOSS OF SLEER FarSusle Sigaanwe of Et e Contavr CoMPANT, YORK. e For Infants and Children. i The Kind You Have Always Bought Bears the Signature of | Use For Over Thirty Years head in the can and was there held fast. He became frightened and ran with the can on his head all through the street and meadows, people chas- ing him with eans, tins, cks and many other things. last he came home, tired out. hen we saw him we lost no time in removing the can and giving him something to eaf When he got it I am sure he appreciated it and enjoyved his mea] better than if he had stolen it. ANGIE WHITE, Age 15. Stafford Sprir Gertrude’s Little Party. Dear Uncle Jed: 1 am going to tell omething about my vacation two weeks ago. Friday my brother and I had a little party by ou 1ve: I took down my doll's cutlery dishes and her plain ones, | set them on a large chair, where I first put a napkin, and made cocoz ‘When it was all done I put it in my | little teapot. 3 We had chocolate, cake, sandwiches, candy and . cocoa. When all was e sat down on a pail or box d our lunch. i I think we had a good time. s | I wish some of the Wide Awakes would de- scribe something they did. I enjoy | their letters very much, but as this | ; ig the first time I have written to you 1T will clo GERTRUDE M'GIBBON, Age 1L { Yantic. Lucy Carter’s Vacation Work. Uncle Jed and Wide Awakes: 1 will d tell you how I spent | part of my vacation out of schoel. 1 learned to make sheets. I sewed them up the middle, over and over; then I basted a wide hem for the top rrow hem for the bettom of eet, and then mamma let me on the machine. It was the time I ever tried te run it At T did not get it stitched e ~ht, so I took it out and tried and then I got it better, and s T ean sew pretty well on the ma- very machine first JEan R e to sew on the ! | rate. I find if you don’t at first suc- | ceed by trying again we can de our { work more perfect. Did any of the girls piece a bed- quilt last winter as I suggested in one of my letters? I did. I have blocks | enough made for a quilt. CARTER, Age 11 | | He Caught 25 Fish. | Uncle Jed: I read in a a lot of young men at a campaign who made > that Mr. Lir them they wide awake s | "I think it is a good name for us all. | We planted flowers at our school ‘Ar- bor day. After school was out some of us went fishing and I caught 25 fish. I have a garden, and havé planted quite a number of different kinds of seed. ‘We are having such cold weather T suess it will be some time before the eds come up. 1 like to go to school. T am ahead of all of my elass in reading, spelling, paper presi- a dent | fine = al aphy and arithmetic and I shall hard to keep there. T will write you about my garden. CHARLES S. HART, Age 1L Hope, R. 1. SINGULARITIES. “For He's a Jollv Good Fellow” is | sung to a tune that was once a na- tional air in Fance, called Marl- brouck,” in the words of which was | buriesqued the sgreat gen 1 who | fought for Queen Anne of England. | The song is supposed to have come from the Walloon couniry and it was unknown in the French capital unti fifty years after Marlborough’s death, | when a Picardy peasant woman, com- | ing up to Versailles to nurse the baby | dauphin, brought it with her and sang | her 1little baby charge to sleep Wit.h | the old jingling rhyme. From this | “Maribrouck” became popular in Paris and ultimately it reached England. “Possibly the most generous meal in the world is at the railway halt be- tween St. Petersburg and Moscow,” writes a traveler. “It is about mid- night. You walk Into & huge hall, spread with hot and eold meats, tea, vegetables, fish, of all kinds te be sam- pled, vodka at hand. Everybody walics round and takes what he wants at the mement, The train sounds the | devarting note. The passengers walk out and say at the door what they have eatgn and drunk and pay. Ru Civeé %Pgi'nk Glbw' t0 GUMS---A Superb Lustre to TEETH T is not all that DR. FORHAN'S DENTAL CREAM will accomplish. vour gums are soft, inflamied or receding, or if your teeth are sensitive to heat or cold, you are contracting Rigg's Disease (Pyorrhea). DR. FOR- HAN'S DENTAL CREAM will ald you to speedy recovery. Ask your Druggist for a tube. Read carefully the literature found in the carton. Follow the directions given, and if you are not delighted with the almost immediate results. your 25 cents ill be returned without question. The tube, you will find, is almost twice as large as those containing or- dinary tooth paste. Sold and guaran- teed by Engler’s Broadway Pharmacy in everything, but in nothing more than the FEED you purchase to nourish your horse. We stand squarely . on QUALITY, and in buying Feed, Grain and Flour of us you will get quality and moderate prices combined. The feed sold by us, is not in any case, the cheap, unre- liable kind, but the real good, inexpensive kind. —Our Platform Is— QUALITY and MODERATE PRICES Chas. E];sberg 3 Cove Street sia is said to be a dishonest country, but this system profitable.” At the national review on July 14 s may see the black soldiery of ance for the first time. In six years France has raised a black army of practically 140,000 and it is now P. proposed that each section—the Sen- egalese, the Madagascar troops, and others—shall send a delegation. No Marked Improvement. Viewing the manufacture of spring weather as one branch of the art and sciefice of meteorology has there been any marked improvement in it within your recollection?—Chicago Tribune. Height of Popularity. If Secretary Bryan could make grape juice as popular as plums the distili- ries would close their doors. York Sun.