Norwich Bulletin Newspaper, October 9, 1913, Page 9

b e gt Thursday, October 9 THE WIDE Boys and Girls Departmen- . see——— Rules for Young Writers. 1. Write;plainly on one side of the paper only and ‘umber the pages. 2. Use pen and ink, not pencil. 3. Short and pointed articles will be given preference. Lo noi use over 250 words. letters only 4. Original stories or will be used. ‘ 5. Write your name, age and ad- dress piainly at the bottom of the story. Address all communications to Un- cle Jed, Bulletin Offica “Whatever you are—Be that; Whatever you say—Be true. , Straigntforwardly act, A Be honest—in fact, Be nobody else but you™ POETRY. Over the Fence. BOY. = Over the fence is a garden fair, How I would love to be over there! All that I lack is mere pretense; could leap over the low, white fence. CONSCIENCE. i= the way that all crimes com- mehce. and sorrow are over the fence That 1 BOY. Over the fence I can toss my ball; Then I can go for it—that is all. Picking an apple up under the trée AWAKE CIRCLE ! they will be good pupils in school and ! { good children at home. 1 : LETTERS OF ACKNOWLEDGMENT. | | | Lucy A. Carter of Scotland: 1 thank you very much for the bwok I received| ] last night. Raymond Welden of Willimantic: T thank vou for the prize book you sent me. I like it very much. Lillian Brehaut of East Norwich. N. Y.: I received the nice prize book you sent me. I have read part of it and I found it very interesting. 1 thank you very much for it. Mary Rybic of Mansfield Four Cor- ners: T thank you many times for the prize book. Jessie Brehaut of Kast Norwich, N. Y.: Thank you for the prize book sent me, entitied “A Little Girl in Old Washington. 1 am sure I shall enjoy reading it. WINNERS OF PRIZE BOOKS. 1—Grace Kern of Norv Girl of Old Baltimore. Martha Lengevin of Ledyard. Red | Indians. | | | ! { h, A Little ¢ 9 3—Helen Malone of Providence, A Little Girl of Old San Francisco. —Esther Hoadley of ttleboro, A Little Girl in Old Salem. 5—Charles Hart of Hope, R. L, Snag- | ged and Sunk. Frances Fields h School Captain of of Norwlch, The the Team. Would not be really theft. you see. : e 7—Mary Nolan of ftville, The Mo - CONSCIENCE. | tor Boat Club in Florida. 'his is a falsehood, a mere pretense.| 8—Ruth B. McCullom of Mansfiel i &in and sorrow are over the tence! Depot, Motor Boat Club on e Gre; it z | Lakes BOY. ity P CI'S O oks g t e 7 s the voice that speaks so plain? b O e ML ¥wice have 1 heard it, and not in vain. Fpei vt hoin aficr - 10 €0 I will not venture to look that way |, o e T lest I should do as I planned today. | AR RS CONSCIENCE. | STORIES WRITTEN BY WIL )E- 7 the way to keep from sin; AWAKES. T to the voice that speaks with- | - . | Why the Sea Is Salt. 1 that so many crimes com-| QOnce upon a time there was a poor il SO cer the | &R Who did not have hardly : iny- 1 YSElE LIAL winol Isiogor > the | time in theworla - On Chrlstiias e fen | he begged his rich brother to give — { him something to eat. % § The brother gave him a ham and YNCLE JED'S TALK TO WIDE- | told him to s The poor man was going throi igh a AW A | 1 o ere AKES | forest when ld man who wa 3 sit- re is nothing like doing things | ting on a ro d 3s if you meant to succeed. This is!| ~Take th fairs end and ¢ hansze ., 5 < (it for the mill in back of the . door lhe wal to get lessons in school and | ang I will show you how to T i it” o work at home or in the shop. | So the poor man went to fai ryland The boy or girl who does not ‘do | and sold it for the mill and lear med to et W e e TRiAe the old man's help, dnings in thisiNay e mrped owithi = e e ot ‘horo bl e e o doing things in a. baif-bearted .way,| “There is nothing to eat.” ¥hich means without a proper exhibi- | He safd: “Mill, grind,” and 1 t made o GF Hitarest | grana dishes. He prospered till :he had Ty ey | no use for the mill Some s and sirls Jov't want t0 [924% menchant lonceasked: 1 AWin e some grown-ups don't | grind salt?” When he learnec | that it and it is “the don’t- : would he wanted it because h » was a o » | salt merchant. i 2 that makes life hard for | 52, w ML g i ¢ 7°T | The man would not sell it ;because m ople. | the old man told him not t but the who get § the habit of not | merchant bribed the man's se gvant to to do things which really | Steal it.. He got on board his ship and eir own good do not realize what | hey are setting up to check | life. - Jt is “the don't-want- >t nood and .girlhood that | nakes er-do-wells. When old don’t-want-to” comes mind, | order him out at once. | itor because he | nd never in 1hl!! ng to a human | ® Wanting to do useful things and sladness of heart go together and dhose who are helpful to their parents, | fheir teachers or themselves usually &nd joy ! Don't want to” sets a grimace on face of everyone who lets him | rule. and shortly sours the swpetest | Gispositien. I guess he was the brother | ulness and stubbornnees and perverseness, three dictionary brats of ad character, Always want to do everything that right or helpful to yonrself or oth- and remember that don’t-want-to and lazimess are always inseparable. It Wide- Awakes pay attention to this ere | clothes torn and covered w d: “Mill, grind- salt and not’ alng but salt.” The ship was soon filled and sank and soon went to piece: bu ¢ the mill kept on grinding and that i' 3 why the sea Is salt, JOHN HOGAN |, Age 9, Putnam. Attending to Dut . “T don’t like that Tommy B nine-year-old Albert Lind. o after returning from sc rown,” kald ne evening. hool with ith mud. Whi ther Frank, aid his big bro near, “What has you? “Done enough,” satd Alb ert, angrily, look at my clothes and th en see!” “You're indeed dirty,” elder, Jaughing, “but wha » did yvou do to him?” Likely you be: mn it. Per- haps a fight. I bet Tomr ay could lick you. But Albert would say no more, He had reason to keep silc mt. He had tended to duty, and it 'w as not him to be teased by his elder brc ther. Finally his_brother left the roor a. “Well, Albert,” said M ps. Lind, after the door was shut, “W hat has hap- pened to my little boy 1 pday? I hope | not a quarrel, for it wi Il be the first. and mother will feel ver y sorry.” ¥ 1 “Yes, mother,” sald A Mert, orying as On a hill in the small town of Sa- lem, Conn., is situated a large white farmhouse in which Squire Wilson lives, one of the wealthiest men in Salem. The house is very beautiful with a piazza on the front ana on the side. On the piazza is sitting a very pretty girl named Svivia. She has blue eyes and golden curls hanging down her back. She is Squire ilson’s daugh- ter. Sylvia's mother died when she was four years old. She is twelve years old now. As Syivia was the oniy daughter of a rich man she had everylhing a gari could desire. She had many pets of whnom she was very fond. But the best of all she loved her pony. About a half mile from Sylvia's lived her best friend, Clara Clara’s father was not as rich as via’s: but she had something better than Sylvia had—and that was a mother and father. She couldn't get everything as Sylvia could, because her father couldn’t afford it. Mr. Smith was a hard working man and would have liked to get his dangh- ter many things he couldn’t get. Sylvia and Clara were very good friefMs. Clara used to ride with Syl- via on Sylvia’s pony. have delightful times together. One day Clara safd to “Wouldn't it be nice if I could get a pony jfuxt like yours? But It's no use longing for what you can’t get.” That night Syivia was alone in the lbrary thinking when her father came in. “What Aavnghter 7" “Well, papa, T was just thinking about Clara Smith; her birthday is in two days, and ] want to give her a nice present. 2he is poor, you know, and she wonld lfke to have a pony Jjust like mine, but her father can't afford it Then, rising up from héer chalr and going over to her father, she sald; “Papa, you are rich; couldn’t yeu bhuy her a popy Just like mine?” home Smith. yi- are you thinking of, my “Well, my little daughter, that re- | minds me that 1 am going to New York | tomorrow and I'll try to get her one just like yours The next morning Squire Wilsen left for New Yerk on the [irst train and would be back en the 5 o'cleck train, Syivia was very anxieus for his re- turp, Every minvte seemed like an hour, and every hour like tye; butl & They used to Sylvia: | ER FRIEND S ———" ylast it was almost 5 - yclock. S {on her pony and e | meet her father. She did not have to | 80 far when she met I fer father driving | a nice pony just like)) he Oh, b A = 1 , how ‘h.zpw she w She thanked her fa- | ther very much The next day wa:/i to be Clara" a Clara’s birthday. Sylvia wol e up, ate an early breakfast and startjd on hér pony's | back for Clara’s. he told Clara she | | wanted to s her. something. Clara ws ar rxious to see what { it was. On t W lay ara said: | “I got a book fror n my father and a lovely new dress fr om mother for my | birthday today 0 | _“Oh, is today yo or birthday?” said | syl soberly. ¥ iell,l am glad you | like your presenty, bt wouldn't you | | rather have got /s pony just like yes, 1 wauyld; but it's no use longing for They just r said: 7 Let us put the/ pony in the barn, as Jim, the stabieboy [ isn't here Clara led the | pony into the barn | and as she lookq & in the stalt where the pony Was a/.pustomed to be she saw a new pony; lthere, just like Syl- via'’s pony. = ‘Oh!” she g 4i4 4n You got a ne«, pony? “No, that ponfiidoesn’t belong to me. lf) belongs to a 1other girl” said Syl- via. d { __"The pony loa ks just lik { Wh’o (li,nTa it bel'omg to?” | "It belongs tq ou,” eaid Sylv “To ma!" sha lcried. e | mean?” “1 mean thai: my father bou for you, and th at ir what I wanf:d[ 11; show you,” “Ob, how goa d he 18,” sald Clara, am going this him,"” She sought f or Mr, Wilson and soon found him in ¥.is library, She thanked him ever and! over again, He said: 'Y Don’t thank your little frif -nd here,” Clara then § hanked both of them and went home o show her parents her | birthday gift.] They were very pleased with 1t. Mr, Wilsof: was very glad he gave Clara a Dol y, because she wass very happy ana § iest of the time was with Sylvia. They were always racing and having mucli fun tegether. GRACE KERN., hat w su can’t get.” ache d the barn and Syl- vi. surprise. “Have e your pony. oy very minute to thank me; thank 1 i i | ) he done to | e ymarked the | wa: 3 on her way to | “What do you | [ —Tfor 15 years— Th | Standard Skia Remedy ASK & ©Osgood < SLd e Druggisis. — if his |} heart would break, “but if you knew ' the reason, yeu would think I did v/ght. “W hat was the matter?” said his motk mr, “VrellNI'I tell y Whe m | was coming home, on the way I m: 2t Tommy Brown. He had a long sticd k and was hitiing these little Her- rin ‘girls who llve on the corner, and 1 ¢ buldn't stand it, so I ran up ¥ To: nmy and threw him on the ground. u just how it was. Bu t he is stronger and older than my- sel £ and in _a few minutes I was in his place. So this is why I don't like hi* m, mether. I think I did best, but it7 8 for vou to decide. o “Albert, my boy! id Mrs. Lind, P atting her arms around his sore neck “rou surely did your duty, and I shall n ever get how my voungest boy S tood or some little girls. I see 1 10w vou did net say anything 1 xhen Frank asked you what vou did to Tommy. Frank is of a teasing nature. I wish he would get over it. And now dear, I think you did just right, and if ever again Tommy EBrown or any other boy hits or teases little girls you just stand up for them and after a while he or they will be ashamed.” RUTH B. M'COLLUM, Age 14. Mansfield Depot. Gathering Brazil Nuts. Sometimes the gatherers are lost in the woods: sometimes canoes, loaded with nuts, i 3. the boatmen are drowned. nd danger—the one most dread- that of falling nut capsules. They are five inches in diameter and weigh two or three pounds; falling & hundred feet or more they come crash- ing through the branches like cannon The gatherers keep to their huts while the morning wind is blowing and occupy themselves at home, cutiing open the hard cases with thelr heavy knives, and drying the nuts in the sun. When e wind dies anway men and women sally out to the gathering, { bringing in the nuts on thelr backs 1 in great baskets, g IE BREHAUT, AgenIT. East Norwich, ¥ A Wonderful Cradie. Last summer there lived a little cat- erpillar in my grapevines. He fed upon the green leaves and ate so many that 1 wondered if there would be any left. | One aay, after a large dinner, the cat erpillar began to spin. I saw a stron | silk thread that seemed to come from his mouth, and it was fastened to the grapevine. Then a strange thing hap- | | pened e moved his head to and fro and twited it round and round. until he was wrapped in a beautiful soft blanket. which he had made for him- self. Soon there was no caterpillar to be seen—nothing but his curious silken | cradle. There lay the cradle tied to the grapevine all fall. Thanksgiving came, then winter, with its snow and ice. | Then the bitter winds and the old | vear went and the new year came, but | the cradle lay quietly in its cranny. | It even did not rock in the wind. At last the cold wind died away and the warm days came. The little sleeper awoke with May sunshine. | I watched to see the caterpillar come forth from its winter nest, but, what | do you think. I saw a beautiful butter- fly that elung to the grapevine stem, and slowly unfolded his velvety wing: “Oh!” cried the children, “a butter- fly! a butterfiy! Did yeu ever see anything se beautiful 7 1 wonder if they knew the baby eat- erpillar had changed into a beautiful butterfly in his winter eradie. MERCEDES JENSEN, Age 11 Omana. Autumn Days. 1 think the Fall is a beautiful {ime of the year. When the leaves all turn red and yellow and you see just a few | green leaves. In the Spring they have buds and very pretty little leaves. | The chestnuts fall off the trees after a frost, and we go and gather chest- nuts and roast them. They are good. I love to eat chestnuts, I go out to get hazelnuts, They are good, too, I like them. EVELYN B, MAN, Age 8. North Stonington. | A TRUE STORY—OLD JOE, THE| ALLIGATOR. | | At the edge of a pond that had long been his own particular stamping | ground Old Joe basked in the warm sunshine. Little boys and girls, men and wom- en, peeped at him through the fence [ent']usmg the pond. He was not very | handsome, and all agreed that his | horny skin was much more attractive when made up in traveling bags, for Old Joe was an alligator. ; One day it was decided that Joe be | { moved to another pond. It was some- | | thing quite formidable to accompl | for he measured fifieen feet from head to tail; but electric truck was sum- | moned, and after strapping Joe's his body was strapped to a long | | and he was placed on the truck and ! whirled away to his new home, I imagine Joe did Mot enjoy his au- tomobile ride very much, but it was | not long before he arrived at his new | quarters, where the board to which he | had been fastened was removed, and, | | to the consternation of the men who | | moved him, he disappeared in the pond | rith his jaws still strapped, and no mount of coaxing could induce him to come to the surface. H Several hours had elapsed when Old | Joe's keeper appeared on the scene, | {and at his familiar call Joe came to the surface. swan? to the bank, and | had the strap removed, apparently as i clever as a dog: hut little dogs would | better not be too familiar with him, | for he has been known to gobble one { down in short order. { I ASK Written by a Little Girl “T am rather looking out for sum- | mer, as there won’t be so much rain | and there will be different birds, and I will go out and climb roeks and trees to my heart’s contest. Hurrah! for the bush and the country! There’'s been a dreadfu] lot of rain | since the drought has broken—over 20 | inches. The ground is simply soaked | | and there is a lot of water lying about yet; all the creeks and rivers are in flood. i “The rabbits are not so plentiful as they were, thanks to the trappers who are pretty numerous. The winter has been very mild so far, and now, of course, some of the fruit trees are showing signs of hudding.” A Dutch Canal. / Of all the creatures of commercial enterprise, u Dutch canal barge 1s by far the most delightful to consider. It may spread its salls, and (hen you see 1t sailing high above the iree tops and the windmills, saliing on the aque. duct, sailing threugh the green corn lands: the most pleturesque of things amphiblous, Or the horse plods along at a !foot pace as if there were no i | AN T RN i August in Australia, | { | out there | train and reached Willimanti¢ at o and cariy 2od A £ 45 O @) - = pers. e e easy to the asnes e with eack range. Fanoes remove Coal ted}; gives perfect con- trol of fire and oven. Better than two Have yon secen ut? For sale by M. HOURIGAN, Norwich Agent. Walker & Pratt Mfg. Co., Makers, Boston e s such thing as business in the world; and the man dreaming at the tiller sees the same spire on the horizon all day long. JESSIE L. BREHAUT, Past Norwich, N. Y. My New Clothes. I had a new suit of clothes. When I went out the next morning the girls told me someone had worn my clothes before I had. 1 told them that my father would not buy me second hand clothes When I went in to sur asked my father and he sal “Don’t be an- gry with them: didn't the sheep wear them before you?’ When I went out the next morning I | thanked the giris for telling me. I had learned a lesson. STHER B. HOADLEY, Age 10. Brattlebore, Vt. LETTERS TO UNCLE JED, What the Lad Was Told. Dear Uncle Jed: There was once a boy abeut 12 years "‘d. who was the chief witness in a law “suit. One of the lawyers, afte questioning the bey severely, “Yeur father has been talking to vo ana telling youa how to testify, hasn he?" “Yes,” sald the boy. “Now,” said the lawyer, “just tell us how. your father teld you to testify.” “Well,” said the boy, modsstly, | | | | | { | | | | | | “father told me that the lawyers would | try and tangle me in my te men: , but | if T told the truth, and was careful, T} coenld tell the same thing every time.” The lawevrs didn’t iry te tangle the boy any mere MARY NOLAN, Age 13. 'I'af!\'fll:‘. Where the Toad Slept. Dear Unele Jed: Last summer a toad lived in our eellar and Daddy and I used to feed him flies. When the door was open he would hop out in the sun- shine. i One day he went away and we! couldn’t find him. and where do vou think we found him? This spring when Loraine and I were digging in my sand pile we saw him. He had slept there all winter. FAITH E. CURTIS, Age 6. Norwich. Mammoth Cave. Dear Uncle Jed: T think the Wide- Awakes will be interested in lowing . description of the Mammoth Cave. It is in Edmondsc county, Kentucky, near Green River, about two miles from Louisville The cave was discovered in 1809 by a the fol- | | some hunter named Hutchins, while in pur- | it of a wounded bear. Tts entrance reached hy ing down a wild | rocky a dense forest. | The cave some nine miles. It contains a ion of wonderful avenues, chambers. domes. abysses, grotto lakes, rivers cataracts and other marvels which are too well known to need more than a reference. One chamber the Star is about 500 feet long 70 feet wide and 70 feet high s composed of black gyp- sum and is studded with many white joints that by a dim light resemble stars—hence the name of the chamber, There are also long avenues encrust- ed with beautiful formations and pre- sent the appearance of an enchanted palace. The ceiling HELEN Providence, R. MALO Age 14. A Visit to Mansfield. Dear Uncle Jed: T will write and tell vou how I spent my vacation last sum- mer. 1 sent word to my grandma in Mansfield Center that T wanted to go and for her to meet me at Willimantic. 1 left home at trolley car for Center 8.45 a. m. on the 1le'and;took the 11.10 in Willimantic before anyone a. m. I had to wait until 2.30 o'clock p. m. came after me, and I went around the city. T got to Mansfield at 6.15, 1 had a good time. I went fishing with my cousin and we caught some nice large fish. I went to church on Sundays in the schoolhouse as there is no church near where my uncle lives. One Sunday we had the meeting un- der the trees as they were fixing the and looked { $10 buys a ‘Waltham Watch 20-Year G:l‘d‘-a!: illed Case Fully Guaranteed Ferguson & Charbonnza, FRARKLIN SQUARE CORNS All trouble of the feet. ELECTRIC LIGHT TREATMENT All ntoubles of the nerve circu- lation or rheumatism. JAMES DAWSON, Room 26 Central Building Lady Attendant Tel. 24. schoolhouse. Mr. Mulr { er, I pleked some huckleberries and sent nice speak. them home to my mother. August 25th grandma and J started for home as our school begen Sept 2nd I hope I can go to Mansfield next summe: "HARLES S. HART, Age 12. Hope, R. L , The Lantern Hill Silex Mine. Dear Uncle Jed: I wonder how many of the Wide-Awakes have been to the silex mine at Lantern Hill. My home is only two miles away from it, One Sunday afternoon last’ summer I went for a walk with my father and mother, intending to visit the mine, I had never been there before, so ev- erything seemed strange to me The mine is like a large room dug out of the side of a hill. The room has no roof, but is o a narrow pas :n to the sky. There vay where one can enter the mine. We brought home the silex which is a kind white sand. It is used in making crock- ery. We looked for quartz crystals, which are sometimes found in the mine, but could not find any MARTHA LANGEVIN, Mystic. A Visit to Putnam. Uncle Jed: I'm going to tell my visit to Putnam. 1 went visit my uncle, and had a nice I stayed there two weeks and there for the Fourth of July. I i had a lot of fireworks. At night I saw [ots of fireworks such as pinwheels and skyrockets. After I fired my firework went to he the band. The ne I went home Norwich! My Trip to Fishers Island. ring my vacation I took hers Island. | took the Y clock and iled down the river to New l.ondon. I took the 1 to Fishers Island. I got there at six o'clock. Next morning I caught a star fish. I did not know what it wa I picked hands and ked a man He told me it was a star it up in my what it was. fish. i In the afternoon I caught five crabs, too smail to eat. I gave them to a man who used them for bait Next morning 1 went fshing for cunners. 1 was very much discour- aged, for they were too quick for me. In the afternoon I went upon Nerth Hill. Yo 14 get a heautiful view of the city of New London. I came back and saught eight craba. Next morning I caught three black- fish. I stayed four days and had a fine time, FRANCES FIELDS, Age 10. Norwich. Protect Yoursélf Halelgild ¢ SAVED FROM OPERATIONE Two Women Tell How They Escaped the Surgeon’sKnife by Taking Lydia E. Pink- ham’s Vegetable Compound. Swartbmore, Penn. — “ For fifteen wears I suffered untold ageny, and for one period of nearly twoyears I hadhem- orrhages and the doctors told me 1 would have to un dergo an operatfion, but I began taking Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Com- pound and am in good healthnow. I #@am all over the = Change of Life and cannot praise your Vegetable Compound too highly. Every woman should take it at that time. I recommend it to both old and young for female trou- bles.”” — Mrs. EMILY SUMMERSGILL, Swarthmore, Pa. “Baltimore, Md. —““ My troubles began with the loss of a child, and I had hem- orrhages for four months. The doctors said an operation was necessary, but T dreaded it and decided to try Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound. 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