Norwich Bulletin Newspaper, July 10, 1913, Page 9

Rules for Young Writers. 4 Use pen pencil. 3. -n;nd polnud uuclu will be rhcn preterenee. De net use over 450 words. 2 4 stories or letters only will be used, l. ‘Write your name, age and MI- dress plaimly at the bottom of story. Ad communications to Un- dress all cle Jed, Buflaun O “Whatever you are—Be that; ‘Whateversyou say—be true. Straightforwardly act. Be honesi—in fact, Be nobody else but youw™ POETRY. The Twinkle-Eye, Red, red hair and a small pug-nosé; Freckles on chin and cheek; These belong to the little girl Who moved to our street last week. She peeped at me cver the garden hedge— Neither was very high— And the moment I saw her, I said to . myself: “That child has the twinkle-eye.” Now, twinkle-eye thing, ‘When children together mix; One little girl with the twinkle-eye Can give it to five or six. And that’s what little Red-locks did; For before the week was out, Every child in the neighborhood ‘s a contagious Had caught it, beyond a doubt. Why, when little Babyskins bumped her head, Instead of a doleful cry, She looked right up with a merry laugh, Because of the twinkle-eye. And when it rained, on a picnic day, And Bobby couldn’t go out, He wrinkled his face in a pleasant grin, Instead of an ugly pout. Red, red head and a small pug-nose, Freckles on chin and cheek; These belong to the little girl ‘Who moved in our street last week. And we hope that she never will go away— To keep her we mean to try— Till all- of the grown folks, too, caught The wonderful twinkle-eye. —=St. Nicholas. UNCLE JED'S TALK WITH WIDE- AWAKES. ‘What a wonderful thing of life and beauty a tree is. It keeps its own record of life and a few men can read its life in the wood, because they want to know and have eyes to see. Most of you have doubtless been taught that the rings in the wood of a tree indicate its age because It makes one of these rings each year; but this is not all these rings disclose, for they tell the practical eve of the woodsman when the seasons were wet and dry, etc. And where trees have been scarred by fire and the wound has healéd over, the tree—reader can tell how 6fd the tree was when it was hurt and how many years ago it healed. John Miur is doubtless the great- est tree-reader in America and he has counted the rings of the great red- wood trees in California and found | they were 2500 years old, or 500 years old when the Saviour was born at Bethlehem. And some of these trees bear the marks of drouth in their early lives and show the wounds made by wood fires, 1,000 years ago. But these blg trees that are 24 feet have | Boys and Girls Department in diameter and 400 or 500 feet high are net the mest wonderful trees on earth. The sago palm is the mest useful tree on earth for it furnishes food, raiment and shelter Tor man; and where it grows man is the most shiftless of men because he can live without work. It is good eye practice to examine the wood of the trees—count the rings on the wood in the woodpile and no- tice the different shapes of the trees and of the leaves and of the flowers or fruit they bear. It is the men who are wide awake who have learned the stories of the trees and the rocks and the earth ity self and told them to us. THE PRIZE BOOK WINNERS. 1—Margaret Somers, of Norwich, “A Sweet Girl Graduate” by L. T. Meade. 2—Natalie A, Macpherson, of Nor- wich, “A World of Girls,” by Mrs. L. T. Meade. 3—Gladys Calkins of Kissimmee, Fla, “Mother Bird Stories.” 4—Helen Maywood, of Lyme, “A tomobiling Girls Along the Hudson by Laura Dent Crane. 5—Winifred Briggs, of Packers, “Mother Nature Stories.” 6—Jonas Blenenstock, of Uncasville, ‘“Poney Riders in the Ozarks,” by Frank Gee Patchen. 7—Edward Burns, of Norwich, “The Motor Boat Club of the Golden Gate,” by H. Irving Hencock. 8—Leyden Bender, of Norfolk, Neb., “The School of Queens,” by Mrs. L. T. Meade. ‘Winners of books living in the city may call at the Bulletin business office for them at any time after 10 a. m. Thursday. LETTERS OF ACKNOWLEDGMENT Jonas Bienenstock, of Uncasville: 1 thank you ever so much for the prize- book entitled “The Grammar School Boys of Gridley,” by H. Irving Han- | cock. I started to real it Friday, and | finished it Saturday. The book is full of thrilling adventures. Gertrude McGibbon, of Yantic: I recelved the prize book you awarded me yesterday and was surprised to know that I had wont it, as it is the first prize I have ever won. Thank you | very much for i Stanley Dickinson, .of Norwich: Thank you very much for the book you sent me. I have read it and think it is very interesting. Eric Gilbert, of Danielson: T recei-- the prize book you sent me, “The Best of Friends,” and thank you for it. I like it very much. Madalyn Sullivan, of Norwich: I re- ceivd the proze book you sent me, and like it very much. Thank you for it Florence Whyte, of Willimantic: Thank you ever so much for prize book entitled “Rolly, 2 New Fashioned ! Girl.” 1 have started to read it, and find it very interesting. I find Jed's talk to the Wide-Awakes helpful. very STORIES OF WIDE-AWAKES. Webster and the Poor Woman. When Webster was a young man he was going home one night. There was snow on the ground. It was very cold. It was late, and there was nobody to | be seen. After a while he saw a poor woman who was going through the gate in Webster's yard. He wondered what she was doing on so cold a night. Sometimes she stopped and looked around. Then she would go on again. ‘When she was inside the gate she stopped and listened. Webster had | put down some loose boards to walk on A STORY OF THE LILAC BUSH (Lydia Bender, Aged 12.) There was once a little lilac bush | that grew by a child’s window. It nad been & very busy lilac bush all its life; drinking meoisture from the earth and making it into sap; adding each year a tiny bit of wood to its slender trunk; filllng out its leaf buds; making its leaves larger and larger; hanging pur- ple flowers here and there among its branches. It always felt glad of its hard work | when Hester came to gather some of ! its flowers just before Haster Sunday. One spray went to the table where Hester and her mother ate together; one to Hester's teacher; one to the gray stone church around the corner | and ome to a little lJame girl who sat quite still Yay after day by the window of the next house. But one year the lilac bush grew tired | of being good and working hard. The more it thought about it, the sasider and sorrier and more discouraged it w. The winter had been dark and rainy. The ground was so wet that its roots felt slippery and uncomfortable. There was some disagreeable moss growing on its smooth branches. At last the lllac bush said: “I will give up; I am not going to bud or! bloom or do a single thing for Easter this year! If Hester wants her room shaded she can pull the curtains down.” The lame girl can—do without, it was going to say, but it didn’t dare—oh, it didn’t dare to think of the poor little lame girl without any comforting flowers; so it stopped short and hung its head. 1 Six or eight weeks ago Hester and | her mother went out one morning to ! see the lilac bush. “It doesn’t look as it should,” said | Hester, shaking her head sadly. “Tne! buds are very few, and they are all shrunken, See how limp and flabby the stems of the leaves look!” “Perhaps it is dead.” said Hester's mother; “or perhays it is too old to ‘bloom.” 'm not dead and I'm npot dying” | thought the lilac bush, though I'd just as lief die as to keep on working in this dark, damp, unpleasant winter, or ! spring, or whatever they call it.” An then Hester said: “My, darling, darling lilac bush! Easter won't be Easter without .it; and lame Jenny “leans out of her window, evety day as I come from school and asks, “Is the | lliac huddmz “Oh, dear! ed the little bush. “I wish she wouldn’t talk that way. 1t makes me so nervous to have Jenny asking questions about me. It starts y sap circulating, and I shall grow in of can do to heip y id Hester's mother. ur trowel and dig around the, roots st. Then put in some new earth, the richest you can get, and we'll snip off all the withered leaves and dry twigs, and see if it won't make a new start.” “They make such a fuss about me!” thought the ¢ bush. “It seems a pity that a thing can't stop growing An‘d be let alone and dh, when it wants to!” But though it grumbled a trifle at first, it felt so much better after Hes- ter and her mother had spent the aft- ernoon caring for it that it began to grow a little just out of gratitude—and what do you think happened? Day after day the sun shone, because everything seems to help people and the things that help themselves. The rich earth gave evervthing it had to give for sap, and the warm air dried up the ugly moss that spoiled the beauty of its trunk. Then the lilac bush was glad again, and it could hardly grow fast enough, because it knew it would be behind | time, at any rate. Of course it couldn't stand still grumbling and doing noth- ing fot weeks, and get its work done as the other plants. But it made sap all day long, and the budn'grew into tiny leaves, and the leaves into larger one, and then it began to group its flower buds among the branches. By this time it was the week before Easter, and it fairly sat up nights to work. Hester knew that it was going to be more beautiful than it ever was before, but she was afraid that it wouldnt bloom soon enough, it was so late this spring. But the very morning before Easter Sunday Hester turned in her sleep and dreamed that a swest fragrance was stealing in at her open window. A few minutes later she ran across her room and lo! every cluster of buds on the lilac bush had opened into pur- ple flowers. They were waving in the morning sunshine as if to say “We are all TT{l'(_iy, Hester! We are ready, after all!™ - | boys except Henry made fun of him reaching from the gate te the deor of his_house. She quickly picked up a board and hurrieq out of the yard.: Webster foi- lowing her, eame to the poorer part of the town. He knew sie had stelen the board te use it for firewood. The next day a cord of wood and some foad ecame te her house. Who do you think sent it? EDWARD BURNS, Age 13. Norwich. Hunting Rabbits. Last winter two men from the eity and two men from the mill came hunt- ing for rabbits in our woods. Thex had two dogs and two ferrets. 1 ask- ed if I could go and they said I couid if I kept quiet. T promised to keep quiet ang we atutefi Off. It was winter as I\ have before tcld vou, and the snow lay on the ground. As we entered the woods we sz tracks in the snow. One of the mea said it was a skunk, but the other said it was a rabbit. We (means me, too) followed the tracks. At last one of the men saw a rabbit sitting on an old stump. He fired, but hit the rabbit in the hind foot and away hopped he. (We snot him in the foot so he could not rua). ‘We could follow his tracks because he left blood in his tracks. ‘At last the dogs stopped and we saw the rabbit sitting on a fence tn time. The two men fired and Y Mr. Rabbit through the heart, this was the end of Mr. Rabbit's Don’'t some of the Wide-Awak think it cruel to kill a rabbit in that way. JONAS BIENINSTOCK, Age 12. Unecasville. The Franklin Stove. When Benjamin Franklin was a young man he saw that if the peonle continued using fireplaces the trees would be all cut dewn. He invented a stove afterwards. This stove was called the Franklin stove. This sto was built of iron and it had a large opening in the side. On top was a round hole where the coal was pour- ed down. Such was the first stove people ever used. In after years peo- ple used to say that this stove saved all, the woods and prevented a wood famine. ASA HYMAN, Age 11. Norwich. The Kind-Hearted Boy. Once upon a time thege lived a hoy named Henry. His father bought him a sled for Christmas. One day he was out gliding with other girls and boys and they were having lots of fun. While they were sliding a little boy came past them. He was poor of course hadn’t any sled. All Henry was ashamed of the boys to think that they would do such a thing. Henry let the boy take his sied, ARFIFY HADDAD, Age 11. Norwich. A Narrow Escape. = One day while Sammy and John were playing on the bank overlook- ing the railroad track Sammy spied a flower growing on the side of the bank. He determined to get it, much against the persuasion of his younger brothe:, Carefully climbing down he reacned out to pick the flower when he heard a locomotive whistie not far distan-. Looking up he tried to see the train and in so doing lost his footing and fell to the track, where he lay uncon- scious. Johnny didn’t know what to dn. Tle ran down the bank, but could not lift his brother. At last he decided to go around the bend and wave his handkerchief to flag the train. Just as he got around the benq the train appeared. On sce- ing the lad the engineer stopped his train, With the help of the engineer tae unconscious lad was carried home, where he soon recovered. WILLIAM CUSHMAN, Age 13. Stonington. Two Friends. There. were once two girls named Polly and: Luey who were great friends. They both attended the same school and Sunday school. One Sunday after Sunday school had closed Polly said: “Lucy, it is Faster Sunday next Sunday. Are you going te buy an Easter hat?” Lucy said she had not thought that, but she would let Polly know she was going to buy a hat. As the two girls walked home ta- gether, Polly was asking Luey if she would like to buy some straw anrd trimmigg ‘and have a hat made, as it would not be so expensive. Luey did not want to. Polly was going to have her hat made and the money she saved on it she was going to give to her teacker at Sunday school to be sent to the poor children who were homeless. Don’t vou Wide-Awakes think Pollv was kind? of if BREHAUT. JESSIE L. DS NEN East Norw Captain John Smith. After Sir Walter Raleigh was be- headed. some of the men in England wanted to come to this eountry. The king gave them consent they started. They landed on coast of Virginia. There was a river which they called the James river ai- Aer King James, so they called the town Jamestown. There was a good man with them. His name was John Smith. and One day we went up the river in his boat. He wanted to see the countrv. When they had gone some distance up the river they land- ed. Smith left the men with the boat. He wanted to walk a little way alone. The Indians were watching them. fter Smith had gone the Indians seized his boat, scalped the men he had left in it. Then they went to find Smith. They fought him and he fought them. But at last he was captured. He showed them his pocket compass and the Indians got inter- ested with it and did not kill him. MILDRED EILER, Age 13. Norwich Town. An Automobile Ride. Dear Uncle Jed: Last week I had a very nice time. I went for a ride in an antomobile to Syosset, Jeficlio and Hicksville. T rode ten miles. I stood on one of the hills where the soldiers fought during the Rev- olutionary war. That hill is on the place where we are now" living. I picked some raspberries, berries and cherries. of my chair. straw- T took a photo kittens standing on a cane LILLIAN BREHAUT. East Norwich, N, & How She Spends Her Vacation. Dear Uncle Jed: L will write how I am_ spending my vacation. Every morning I help mamma by feeding the .cat and dog and wiping the dishes. Then I go to the postoffice and get yle malil. Then I run errands and play in the playhouse or in the swing till dinner time. After the dinner dishes are wiped mamma, my sister and I take orr sewing and two of us sew and one of us reads out loud. We all take turns reading. We are reading The Schocl Queens, now. We are golng to read lL.ena Rivers next I have made my boy doll two little Russian suits since school has been out. My auntie cut me eut a pattern and I cut the ‘suits and made them all myself. I expect to go away for two weeks in Avgust, I am enjoying my vacatien, I also ‘against the wires. The daisy felt very bad because it could not help its friend. enjoy going to school. too. school. WIN!FBED BRIGGS, Age 10. Packer. LETTERS TO UNCLE JED. Lecco Played Hide and Seek. Dear Uncle Jed: While T was on my Uncle's farm, my cousin and I used to play hide and seek with his , whose name is Lecco. His color is black and white. ‘When we wanted to play we would tell him to stand in back of the barn until we would call him. Then we would go and get up on the shed, or climb up in the silo and call him. ‘When he found us we would give him some candy and say he was a nice dog. We had a fine time. Norwich. JOSEPH KEENAN. The Daisy and the Lark. Dear Uncle Jed. There was a little daisy growing near a little fence. In- side the fence grow a lively tall lily, panshg tulips and, other pretty flow- ers. One day a lark fiew down from the blue sky and. hopped all around it, singing, “pretty little daisy.” The daisy was filled with gladness. Then the lark ‘kissed the daisy and flew to the sky. The daisy was very happy. Afterwards the lark came every day and kissed the daisy; but one day it waited and waited, and no lark show- ed up. About noon the daisy heard the lark singing) a sad song. It had been| caught in a cage. The daisy looked and saw the poor bird in a wire cage, beating his wings Bye and bye two little boys came and saw the daisy in the gra One of the little boys said that will be a nice piece of turf for the lark. One boy took out a sharp knife and ant the turf and threw it into the cage to the dark. The lark kissed th daisy and said: “I'm so dry.” But the daisy could not help. The boys and all the people of the house have gone out and left us with- out a bit of water. My throat is burning and I shall have to die and leave the green meadows and brown fields and all the lovely things behind It then Kkissed the daisy and died. When ‘the boys came home they went to the cage to see how the bird | was. They cried when they saw Ihe‘ poor bird dead. They got a little red | box and trimmed it very pretty with flowers and it was buried in silence. The daisy was thrown out into the road. No one knew how the daisy loved the lark. | JOSEPH O'NEIL, Aged 9. ’ \ Norwich. My Summer Vacation. Dear Uncle Jed: In the summer go up in Maine. It is very nice u]l there. I go to the beach, and so | in bathing, and play in the sand. After I have been up there some lit- tle time I go seven miles into the country. I have a lot of fun. 1 feed the hens and gather the eggs, and go after the cows and swing in the ham- mock, and eat apples. I like to play with the dog. His name is Curley. He Is very nice and will not let the other dogs touch me. He follows me all around the yard. I stay there about a week and then I go down to my grgndma’s. When it is about time for sé¢hool to begin I come home after having a very pleas- ant vacation. NATALIE A. Norwich.~ MACPHERSON. Age 9. His Visit to Lebanon. Dear Uncle Jed: I went to Leban- on to visit my grandmother, . my cousin and my brothers. Last sum- mer I was part of the time at one| place and part at the other. When I was at my brother’s hf\ufiu“ 1 used to gather the eggs, feed the| chickens, and water the calves. I u~ed‘ to_watch my brother milk the cows. | When I was at my cousin’s I used to go riding in the automobile. I used to ride with my cousins and my Aunt, I would like to go this sum- | mer but can’t. EDNA BAILEY, Age 14, | Snowball, the Rabbit. Deap Uncle Jed: I will tell you | about my pet. I have a little white angora rabbit. His name is Snow- ball. He has pink ears and red ewes, | I named him Snewball because he | looked just like a snowball. He has | many tricks new, but when I got him | he could enly hep across the fleor. He is a geod pet when he don’t go out eof his little house. The nrst‘ trick he learned was te eat eut, of my | hand, The step out of his little hou is quite a jump but he alw: gets | out, A few days age the dogs «‘hdhedl him but he gave a kick with his hind | legs and got away. He alse Jumpsl over the deg’s back. When I call him he alwa: hope some of the Wide Awv a little rabbit like mine, MARGARET SOMERS, Age 11, Norwich. cemes. I‘ kes have | My Twelfth Birthday. Dear Uncle Jed: I thought I would write and tell you about my twelfth birthday. I had a party. I invited my brother Edwin, Marian and_Catherine ang Rose Gillette. I had sandwic cookies, cake, candy and oranges. Af- ter our party we played games. My birthday box was.trimmed with red angles, with a large pink rose in the center. T will say goodbye this time, but will write again. HELEN A. MAYNARD, Age 12. Lyme. How They Play. Dear Uncle Jed: My brothers and T made a little store and we play. He sells sugar and flour and other things to_me. My brother made a ladder climbed up it and played painting the store. Sometimes we take the ladder and climb up into an orange tree. We get on a limb and play it is our horse. GLADYS CALKINS, Age 8. Kissimmee, Fla. and we we were Elenor and the Turkey-Cock, Dear Uncie Jed: I'm telling| ycu about a dissatisfied girl. Elenor and Rosina were two little girls who lived in Ttaly. Rosina was a dear child with a hap- pv disposition and always pleased with whatever she had; bfit Elenor wag discontented—nothing ever quite suited her. One day when thé grapes were just beginning to get ripe their motker picked a small bunch for each of them. - Rosina was delighted with hers, but dissatisfled Elenor wanted a larger bunch. While she stood pouting and teas- ing a sly old turkey came along and thinking the grapes looked tempting he picked them off one by one from the bunch which Elenor hung dang- ling behing her back. At last her mother who had been watching laugh-~ ed and sald “Now Klenor, where are vour grapes?” £ She was very angry in finding out what had happened. did not mlu a day last year im| | York. in her hand. | ships going | buildin At last a smile chased away the tears wien she reallzed how silly she had been, FLORENCE MADLEY, Age 12. Lebanon. My Trip to New York. Dear ‘Uncle Jed: Perhaps yeu weuld like to hear abeui my trip te New A..COH'JL S PER GENT A\é!elalflel’rc IYgest‘.mflmfid- 3t Contains neither 'f.'r“::. Hmp ¢ nor Mineral | ,n Z’a‘\RCO’I‘lC. erfect Remes forCumfl?l 1&)?5 Sour Sml‘g:h.marfim | | Worms Convalsions. ishe | msamlLossol‘Sl-m Cnm-;un CoMPANY, NEW YORK. ‘For Infonts and Children, The Kind You Have Always Bought For Over Thirty Years My father took me and my sis- fer on a Visit to reldtives in New | York. As we entered the harbor we saw the Statue of Liberty with a torch This torch was to guide : in and out of the har- bor. In New York we saw many large I alsc haqd a ride in a subway. This is a tunnel dug into the ground. A car goes under this and comes out at the other end. The next day we tnok the boat and came home very hap $STHER HY'\I AN, Age 9. Norwich. They Played in the Sand. Dear Uncle Jed: I went to Waltch Hill yesterday_ afternoon and had 2 lovely time. I went in bathing and had peanuts, candy, popcorn, ice cream and bananas. I played in the sand and had a shovel Unsightly Face Spots Are cured by Dr. Hobson's Eczema Ointment, which heals all skin erup- tions. No matter how long you have been troubled by itehing, burning, or sealy skin humors, just put a little of that soothing antiseptic, Dr. Hobson's Eczema Ointment, on the sores and the suffering stops instantly. Hearing be- gins that very minute. Doctors use it in th practice and recommend it. 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Lee & Os. 7orm 'Killer for years,, { | friend’s hat blew | and pail. Some of my playmates were there and we played together. It was very 'windy there and one of my girl off and we had to run for it and at last we got it. It was all dirty. After awhile we sat down and played in the sand. We made all kinds of things. Then it was time to go home, where we arrived at 6§ p. m. Our trip was very nice. GERTRUDE BLOOM. SUMMER T0S Steam, Mechanical and Sail Boats, Sand Toys, Pails and Shovels, Wag- ons, Celluloid Dolls and Toys, Baskets, Paragols, Fans, Pennants, = Kites, Paper Napkins, Lunch Sets, Ete. MRS. EDWIN FAY Franklin Square "MISS M. C. ADLES Hair, Sealpand Face Speciaiist A Wig Is Not Needed No matter how thin your hair is Miss Adles can match it perfectly and ar- | range it so it will look abundant, yet la wig will not be required. 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