Norwich Bulletin Newspaper, June 19, 1913, Page 9

Rules for Young Writers. 1 Write plainly en one side of the 2 Ul.'-.-:}m n:':’vuwfl. 3. Shert and poiated 4 Original "5 Bvrite ana sa your name, age ! dress piainly at the bottom of the Address all communicatiens to Un- cle Jed, Bulletin Offce. “Whatever you are—Be that; ‘Whatever you say—Be true Straightforwardly act, Be honest—in fact, Be nobedy else but you.” POETRY. The Cobbler. What do you think I saw today, When 1 walked forth to take the air? I saw_a little house of hay, All in a pasture fair. And just within the green grass door 1 saw a little cobbler sit; He sat, cross-legged, upon the floor, And tapped, tip-tit, tip-tit. “What are you making there so neat:” “Gaiters for glow-worms,” he made reply; “And thistiedown slippers for fairy feet, And garden boots for'a butterfly.” ~“What do they pay you my busy mite ” “Some bring me honey, bring dew, And the glow-worms visit me every and some nignt, And light my chamber through.” —A_ Niel Lyons, in The Clarion. Blowing Bubbles. Bonny, brown-eyed, laughing boy, Fathers' pride and mother’s joy, On the mansion’s lawn he stands, Bowl and pipestem in his hands, Blowing bubbles. Ri#ing, glittering in the sun, Floating, bursting one by one, Nothing else he seems to see, Happier than a king is he, Blowing bubbles. Though it is but a childish game, Still it seems to me the same, Which we men and women play— Are we mot from day to day Biowing bubbles? ~Building castles in the air.” Dreaming dreams seem so fair, Dreams of glory, fortune, fame; Ah, how like this dear boy's gamse, Blowing bubbles. Men for fortune play, or fams, Boys for fun that's in the game, When our bubbles burst we quaff Miser’s cup—boys only laugh, Blowing bubbles. —Charies W. Hubner, in the Atlanta Journal. UMCLE JED'S TALK WiTH WIDE- AWAKES, ¥ the Wide-Awakes do not increase the number of letters Uncle Jed will be obliged to decrease the number of books given away. TUncle Jed knows that summer weather 13 sleepy Weather to all but the Wide-Awakes. Two of the Wide- Awake girls have swrprised Uncle Jed by their persistence and good work. The only letters Uncle Jed now has on hand were written by the Brehaut sis- ters, and they write whether they win a prize or not, and they have won | many nice books. and will be likely to win more. We have letters enoush from them to fill the Wide-Awake de- partment for thres weeks, and they are excellently written and very ac- eurate in their statements of facts, These little misses seem to enjoy their work, and to think first of doing what t(hey undertake well and last of getting & book Uncle Jed has to throw soms letters n the waste basket because the writ- ers are careless and string words to- gether without saying anything. They want to win a book, but appear to be unwilling to work for it. Some of the Wide-Awikes are busy, and the way for them to win books easy is to write Uncle Jed all ahout what they are doing and what they are enjoying. The Builetin has sent out over 700 books 10 its Wide-Awake letter writers and it hopes the readers will enable it Wy their interest to circulate over a book a day to the children of Ppatrons. THE WIDE AWAKE CIRCLE ; Boys and Girls Department its ! LETTERS OF ACKNOWLEDGMENT. Bertha Fuller of Ragleville: I re- ceived the prize book and I thank you very much for it. I enjoyed reading it and 1 think it is a nice book. _ Winnifred Holton of North Frani- lin: 1 think you must like to give sur- prises, for you did surprise me by glving ms Aunt Martha's Corner Cuj.- board. T like it very much and thank you for it. A. DeWitt Parsons of Norwich: 1 thank you very much for my book. I have not had time to finish reading if, as 1 have had other work to do. Augusta Krouss of Plainfield: I thank you very much for the book you sent me for writing the story of “Ben- jamin Franklin.” 1 am reading it-and 1 think it is very interesting. 1 will | close now, thanking you ever and ever | 50 much for the book entitled The Au- temebile Girls at Newport: WINNERS OF PRIZE BOOKS. 1—Ruth Kingsiey of Scotland, A Werld of Giris, by Mrs: L. T. Meade. 2—Harriet P. Perkins of Colchester, Polly, a New-Fashioned Girl, by Mrs. L. 1. Meade. 3—Lillian M. Brehaut of East Nov- wich, N. Y., A Girl from America, by Mrs: L. T: Meade. 4—Jessie L. Brehaut of Bast Nar- wich, N. Y., The Sehool of Queens, Ly Mrs: L. T. Meade: 5—Edward Kuchle of Mansfleld Cen- ter, Lost in the Great Dismal Swamp, by Taurence J. Lesiie. $—Nellie Cotter of Secotiand, 'Wiid Kittie, by Mrs, I« T: Meade. 7—Blanch Richard of Yantie, Sue, a Little Heroine, by Mrs: L. T Meade. 8—Katherine May Riddell of Omeco, The Haunter of the Pine Gleem: by Charles 6. D: Reberts: WRITTEN BY WIDE- AWAKES., STORIES Studies and Learns Agricalture. One day I was at sehoel when a su- pervisor from Storrs college came in e asked ug how we would like to study agriculture. Everybedy wanted to, so he teld us if we wanted to We could win a $50 trip te Washington, D. C. He said: “The boy in this coun- ty who gets the most corn from an acre of ground can go to Washington to see the capital, ete.” I have planted a half acre of corn | and it is about twe inches high. i 1 have learned from agriculture how | to tell a beetle from a bug and an in- | sect from either of them. An insect is a six-legged creature. A spider is net an insect because he has eight less. A beetle has a trlangle where his wings are joined to his body. A bug is an insect that has no triangle and if you tried to stick a pin through his body his wings would go out one side. 1 have also learned how to tell a browntail and gypsy moth, There are $700,000,000 worth of crops destroy.d in the United States in a year by in- sects. 1 haven't learned much more becauss I haven't studied agriculture oaly a few weelks. T wish everybody studied agrieulture and learmed to be d farmers. 1 suppese they e agriculture to country. There are some peéple who pimply’ waste their lives when they g2 o _large cities. I am sure I would stay in the coun- try, anyhow. The cotntry ix mere | heaithy, too. I hepe most of the Wide-Awakes will be good farmers so they can eeme te the eountry to live on farms. BRNEST HATTIN, Age i1 Sir Wu'(er- Rnlaig;n;fizdfls. | Sir Walter Raleigh wes bers in an | old farmhouse in the ceuntry of De- | ven, net far frem the tewa of Plym- | euth. | | Ralefgh’s bevhood was spent wan- | dering about the een lanes near his home, walking beslde the clear streams, | often’ with a beok in his hand. He | loved reading and learning, and i is| said he often only went te bed for fi\'e! hours, reading late at night and be-) ginning again early in' the morning. | He leved to read abeut battlefields, | expleits on land; far better did he like to read of deings at sea, and of flerce confllets on the wide ocean. ‘When he was 14 he went te Oxferd. There he met Sir Philip Sidney, and a friendship sprang up which lasted strong and true till death. Both were fond of learning, both eager for fame, though the gentle and sweeter man- ners of Sidney were a strange con- trast to the somewhat harsh manners | and fron will of Raleigh. After three | vears Raleigh left Oxford without a| degree to go to France and hélp the English to fight for the French Prot- estants, who were being badly treated | by the Catholics. It is very likely | that, with Sidney, he was in Paris on the night of the terrible massacre of | St. Bartholomew, and from his hiding | place saw the Protestants being killed without mercy. ‘When he-had served his time Ral- elgh left the army and returned to England. He went to London and took ‘OUT IN THE O The May Flies. Two latge white butterfiles flew over & little brook ome warm day in Ma. There were a great many flles dancirg the water as they passed. wnd flew around a gew. times and hed them. “What funny little things!” said ona butterfly, “Do you know what they arc answered the other; “those are May flies, and I can tell you some- thing very strange about them.” “Oh,” said the first, “what is it?” “They haven't any mouths!” said the Well, ot any mouths? that is stran Do you know if there are many other insects which have no mouths?” “No, 1 think they are almost the only ones” “And so they never eat anything? , nothing at all; they just live for two or three days, and spend all their time dancing up and down in the sunshine, and turning up their funny little tails with the three long bristies &t the end, and then they fall into the water and die.” “Well, said the other white butter- fly, as_they flew om, “we 't eat much, but 1, for one, shouldn’t at ail like to be without a meuth.” —Eveiyn Maud Whitaker, in Our Little The Blackberry Party. (By Martha M. Currier.) Many years age there were only a few log cabins in a certain town in Maine, and most of these were buiit very Tiear the shore, where the settlers couid get fish and clams fo eat It wes then that many wild lived in the nearby woods and often came into houses. _ Father and Mother B and the two little B’s lived in the cabin father had built near the shore of a pretty little cove. All about their home were tall lr_eeu sheltering them from the neavy winds and furnishing wood for fathor to make house, barn, boat, furniture and wonderful playthings, One pleasant day in the late sum- mer father was out on the water | fishing in his boat made by burning the inside out of a large log. Mother | took the litle B's and went to the clearing to pick a few blackberries which she had been watching ever since they blossomed weeks before. | She placed the children on a soct. mossy bank and then began to pisi the berries carefully one by one ana the clearings mnear the put them in the wooden dish she brought with her. 5 Once she stopped and listened, thinking she heard someone step on the other side of the' bushes. Al seemed quiet and the bushes were so thick and tall she could not see over them, It was land cleared by her hus- band and herself where they planted their few peas and potatoes. Still wondering what the nolse was, she walked cautfously along, for it might be some wild beast looking for & stray chicken or young pig. The barnyard animais were allowed ‘o roam at will in the clearings. As she udvanced the sound becams louder, It is certainly some person or per- Sons, and they are making free with my nice ripe fruit,” said Mother B, As the underbrush was high, sis eould not see her callers until almos: upon them, when what was her sur- rise to ses Mamma Bear and her two v Bears cententedly eating the well ripened f_flflt. apparently uneonseious that it did met grow for their specia: Dleasure) “Pure Ale should contain Hops, 70% Barley Malt, 309% Cereal, ROPKINS & CO. wish to announce that they have adopted this ‘And that all deliveries both in bottles or on draught, on and after March 17th, will be guaranteed to be brewed according to Dr. Wiley’s formula Hops, 70% Barley Malt, 30% Cereals, NO SUGAR OR SYRUP. To mark the departure in our method, all our Bottle Products are now Pasteurized, and we have adopted a new label for our bot- tles, which contains our guarantee under the Pure Food and Drug Dr. Harvey W PURE ALE . Wiley, ex-United States Government Pure Food Expert says--- No Syrup or Sugar.” formula for their LIGHT DINNER ALE SUPERIOR PORTER Act, and Government Serial Number is 45127. Come -and see us Brew--See what goes in the mash tun--See what goes in the kettle. Bottles contain full quantity 13% oz. No change in Price. ~ ROPKINS & COMPA HARTFORD, CONNECTICUT H. JACKEL & CO., Distributors, 8 Market Street Telephone 138-5 up his abode near his half-brother, Sir Humphrey Gilbert. He went to the New World with Sir Humphrey and fought against the Spaniards, hoping at the same time to find gold. When Raleigh returned he was sent to rule Ireland, where he lived for several vyears. LILLIAN M. BREHAUT, Age 15. Bast Norwich, New York. The Ways of Plants. Meadow grass thrives in rich moist sofl, but thistles often spring up in sandy places. Clover seeks the warm _sunshine, while ferns grow best in shady woods. Mosses cling to the hard surfaces of rocks, but water lilies take root in the soft mud at the bottom of ponds. . Many trees thrive in swamps, others on dry hillsides. Sometimes seeds of swamp plants blow to dry sandy fieids, but there they will die. If thistle seeds blow into swamps they perish. Some kinds of rice grow in flooded fields, but cactus plants thrive in des- erts. BEvery kind of plant grows to suify its haunts. By its Toots, stems, leaves and blossoms it s fitted to get its food and ripen its seeds. The stem of the water lily grows long enough to reach from the mud to th® surface of the water, where the secds may ripen in the sun and air. Some grasses send their roots many feet into the ground in search of wa- ter. Plants have enemies, but they also have means of defending themselves against some of the enemies. Thus worms and bugs destroy po- tatoes, tomatoes and other vegetables; caterpflars often swarm in apple trees, cating the leaves and sometimes kill- ing the trees. « Birds destroy many seeds, using them for food. In defense, the, thorns on roses often prevent animals from breaking the stems or eating their branches. Some plants protect themselves by secreting poison juices; some by bit- ter sap; some by sending out to their surfaces silky gums. Many plants by means of their seeds, roots or stems can spread over.wide areas. { The light tufts of the thistle seed ! sometimes enabie it to travel for miles | in strong winds, and then fall in some place far from the parent plant. The sunshine enables plants to grow. JESSIE I, BREHAUT, East Norwich, N.~Y, “In a Minute.,” Dora was a little girl, six years old. She loved her dear mamma very much. But the little girl had one fault, which made her mamma very sad. If her mamma told her to get the scissors she would say: “Yes, mamma, in a minute.” If she told to do anything, she would say: “In a minute.” Dora had a pretty pet canary. She was very fond of the little birdie, be- cause it could sing so sweetly. If Dora called it, it would leave its cage and hop about the room. One day Dora opened the door of the cage and called her birdie. It came out and hopped about the room. Dora’s mamma told her to close the door, for the cat might come in andq kill the birdie.”” “Yes, mamna, I'll close it in a min- ute,” said Dora. Just then the cat came and took birdie between its sharp teeth. Now, Dora ran to close the door, but it was too late. The cat had killed the little bird, and it was her fault. Dora was very sorry and she never again said to her mamma “In a min- ute.” GUSSIE SHERESHEVSKY, Age 11 Norwich. LETTERS TO UNCLE JED. George Washington. George Washington was born on a plantation in Virginia in the year 1732. When he was eleven his father died, leaving him and his brothers and sis- ters to the care of a most excellent ang sensible mother, George went to a country school near his home where he learned to read, write and figure. ‘When he was twelve he could write a oclear, bold hand. He was a tall, strong boy, fond of all outdoor sports. ‘When the schoolboys wanted to play soldier they always choose George as commander, then they would rush in- to_battle with a wild hurrah. ‘When he was (wenty-one he was over six fcct in height. He was straighi as un arrow and tough as a ‘whiplash. ‘Washington was the first president of the lnited States and was elected twice. He died in the year 1799, BLANCHE RICHARD, Age 12, Yantic. Ssuirr: - the forset and make | | b el ot e 10 o i % their nest. of leaves and sticks on high branches. It is amusing to see the squirrel spring from branch to branch, or run up and down the tree and dart behind it to escape from sight. Little ground squirrels burrow in the earth. They eat nuts, which they hold in their paws, using them as Iit- tle boys use their hands. MARY NOLAN, Taftville, Age 12, Julia’s ldea. Dear Unele Jed: I know of three boys who are very cruel to birds and animals. One boy takes baby birds and cages them up: ang one will take birds that have broken wings and will throw stones at them until near death. He is o very cruel 1. I think if he reads my letter he will | be_sorry. Mildred E. Grandy: I think Flora, Flossie, May and Clover are pretty names for caives. JUIAA LATHAM. Squirrels. Dear Uncle Jed: I thought T would write and tell ~on about our little friends, the :qu iels. The squirrel builds his nest in h trees, They make their nc with grass and hay and line them with birds’ and hens’ feathers. The squirrels like nuts and acorns best to eat. The squirrels’ coats are grey and some are of a reddish brown. Sometimes when the squirrels get angry you can hear them scold and chatter. The squirrels are good for pets and food. They sometimes do harm by getting into Dbird’s nests and stealing their eggs. Sometimes people set traps for squirrels and rabbits. The grey squir- rels are best for food. In November the people shoot the grey squirrels for food.. IMOGEN SMITH, Age 11. Her School Picnic. Dear Uncle Jed: Now that school is closed I have time to tell you about things. School closed vesterday. Hyery year at the closing of school we have a picnic. We had a very good time yesterday. I took my little sister with . me. She (s = vear and nine months old and her name is Mildred. I think I will tell you a little about May baskets now. Mgy sister and I hung baskets to tw) of our friends May 2d. We had a few of our other friends there and had quite a nice time. Another time we went I waa hiding with four other girls, and we all fell ddwn a rather steep bank together, but were not hurt. NELLIE COTTER. | Scotland. He Belongs to the Corn Ciub. Dear Uncle Jed: Our school closed | on June 9. We had pieces to say. The name of my piece was “The Captain’s | Daughter.” |1 won a prize for perfect attend- ance. T have planted some corn. belong to the Corn club. I have a pet dog. His name is Wald- man. He is a daschund. His color is brown. He has crooked legs, but he can run fast. If he wants to go out he will scratch on the door and look at Mamma. If he wants something to eat he will get a hold of Mamma's dress and back. If you tell him to | speak he will sit down om his hind legs and bark. We have a little calf. protty. ‘We also have some cats. These are | my pets. { EDWARD KUCHLE. Mansfleld Center. it is very The Biood-Root and Its Cousin. Dear Uncle Jed: I wonder how many of the Wide Awakes are inter- ested in studying flowers? I suppose some do not live where there are many, but I happen to. One year in school we kept a flower calendar to see how many different flowers we could bring in. One of the { first flowers to come in the spring is the bloodroot. It is found by the roadside and in the woods. It has snowy white petals and a long hairy stem. The bloodroot has been called “Nature’s Easter lily.” The bloodroot lasts but a few days. When we pick it the red juice stains our hands. The Indians used it for war paint. Another flower that is connected with the bloodroot is the celandine. The celandine has the same red juice as the bloodroot, except it is a little lighter. Before the celandine has ceased to blossom long Pods have taky en the place of the flowers. The: stand erect and are swollen as if the were t00 large for the seeds they hold. The celandine came from Burope. The Finglish name of the plant is swallow- wort, because lts flower comes and goes with the swallows. RUTH KINGSLEY, Age 11, Scotland. Thoughtful Fido. One morning Bobby was piavi ml the garden with his pet do;.?m V. Y There was a pond in the gardem and Bobby liked to run along on the-smooth border. Fido always took care that hig young master was not too near the border. So he ran along between Bobby and the border as they played. He acted as if he knew there was danger. While they were runming o gust of wind took his hat eff, , n reaching for it, he fell into the water. Fido logked at him for & moment, then he ran back to his father Carlo. Fido said somathing to Carlo in their lan- guage. Carlow sprang up, shook him- self and ran as fast ag he could with Fido at his heels. Bobby had sunk twice and his face was as white as the snow. Fido ran to the house and barked so much Bob- by's mother, being disturbed fram her work, went to see what could be the matter. Fido took her by the dress to the pond where Carlo had just broyght Bobby to the border. The mother kissed the three over a hun- dred times and said she would keep Carlo anq Fido as long as they lived, HARRIET P, PERKINS, Age IM Colchester. Abraham Lincoin. Dear Uncle Jed: I guess-all the girls and boys know the story about Abra- bam Lincoln. Abraham Lincoin was born in Ken- tucky in a little farmbouse He was born February 12, 1809, His father and mother wanted to name him Abra. ham after his grandfather. He did not go to school very long. His first teacher was his mother. She taught him to read and write. She also taught her husband to read and write, for, at that time, there were no schools. One day Abraham went to courtand after the court was over he went up to the lawyer and sald “That Is the best speech 1 evergheard in my lige.” After he went he sedd to friend, “I am going_fo be a Jawyer’: So e began Studying-Taw books . Atter long time the to select a new pr All the p ple said that they odAbrahagk Lincoln for a . So he 3 elected. - '/ One day he wentto a theater and in this theater was & man who did not like Lincoln; so he shot at him. Bven the slaves that he set free were so sorry about it they tried to fimd the man but couldm't. KATHERINE MAY RIDDELL. ‘Oneco. The world owes ug all a Hving and lingness to die for a girlls befort magw