Norwich Bulletin Newspaper, December 11, 1913, Page 9

Thursday, December il Rules for Young Writers. 1. Write plainly on one side of the Paper only, and number the pages. 2. Use pen and ink, not pencil. 3. Short and pointed articles wiil be given preference. Do not use over 250 words. 4, Original stories or le will be used. 6. Write your name, age and ad- dress plainly ot the bottom of the tory, sk i Address all communications to Un- cle Jed, Bulletin Office. tters “onty “Whatever you are—Be that! ' | Whatever you say—Be true! Straightforwardly act, | Be honest—in fact, | Be nobody else but vou.” POETRY. Pensioners. Fhe sparrows at my window watch On Christmas morning, gray. . If birds could talk, I think I know Just what they wish to say: “Oh, let us have some breaifast, please! Why need you sleep so late? "We are so hungry and so cold— It is so long to wait When we get up at six o'clock And you get up at eight. i “Beneath vour blankets, soft and warm, How peacefully you drowse! While we are in the bitter wind And perched on icy boughs. The evergreens are stiff with frost And snow is everywhere. We've chirped and begged about the doors But no one fed us there. It is so little that we ask, The crumbs that you can spare!" Poor birds that walt so anxiously For fear 1 may not heed, I'll not forget this Christmas morn The crumgs you so much need. I'll brush tie snow from off the roof | Beneath my window-sill | And scatter bits of cake and bread; | You all shall have your fill. That ie my way of telling you I'm sorry io be late. You shall not have to wait again From six o'clock till eight. —H. R. Hudson. AWAKES. Uncle Jed thinks he should have 3 | ew “Don’ts” for the Wide-Awake cir- | cle, and he hopes the writers will pre- serve them, use the “Don’ts” wil be as helpful to the letter writers as to | himself. Don’t Dbe careless in composing. | 1 Don't write long stories. Don’t write on both sides of the pa- per. Don't sign your name at top of sheet. Don’t try to write cthymes. Don’t forget to state age. Don’t write without saying anything | THE .WIDE AWAKE CIRCLE BOYS' AND Glhl.§’ DEPARTMENT | e sent me. I have read a few pages and found it very interesting. Annie Henzler of Taftville: I re- ceived the prize book _entitled the Whirligig last week, and also the one this week entitled Rip Van Winkle. [ thank you very much for both, espe- cially for the one this week. It is ia such a lovely box. WINNERS OF PRIZE BOOKS. 1—Freida Rethovske of Norwich. Dorothy Dale and Her Chums. 2Frank Pardy of Norwich, Three People. 3—Edna Calkins of Kissimmee, Fla., A Little Girl of Old Pittshurs. 4—Etta Rosenberg of Norwich, Polly, | the Gringo. 5—Clark W. Standish of Lebanon, A Child’s Garden of Verses. 6—Raymond W. Gray of Willimantic, Tip Lewis and His Lamp. 7—Flossie Meyer of Taftviile, Ad- | ventures of a Brownie. 8—Winnifred Briggs of Packer, Auni Martha’s Corner Cupboard. Winners of books living in the city. may call at The Bulletin business office for them at any hour after 10 a. m. on Thursday. STORIES WRITTEN BY WIDE AWAKES. My Visit in Germany. While I was in CGermany I aw a ereat many things I had ne seer. befare. T saw large rye fields which covered agres and acres of land I loved to see my the sead. He sowed and oats. When the it ig taller than myself. There are large forests in Germany. In the forests are tall pine trees, ancC deer roam about among them. Among the pine trees are some very prettv f ome of wh the valiey. and I went very o zather strawberries ndfather sow ., rye, barley e is full grown and the lily of v aunt to the make hay, long when ail watch the t there very ork flew down. It and then flew away, pretty bird. I wish we saw iwo of them ther’s barn. At anoth ime 1 on the top of my grandf s The storks have their nest on the tops of ho and barns. The farm- put’ a wagon wheel on the top of the , and then the stork comes and builds its nest on it. I had a good time while I was in Germany and after months with my grandmoth i grandfat we began to prepare ourselves to home, FRIEDA RETKOVSKE, Age 11. Norwich. The Boy and the Duke. + An English farmer was one day at work in the fields when he saw a party of huntsmen riding about farm. He had one fleld that he was specially w larg: five more important than you expect &/ anxious they should not ride over, 2% book | £he crop was in a condition to be badly Don't expect your letter to be in pring | Injured by the tr2mp of horses, so ha it ok despatched a boy in his employ to this e - | field, telling him to shut the gate and Don’t write to ask why if it doesn't | xeep watch over it, and on no account tppear. let it be opened. Don’t be discouraged—if you fail re- solve to do better. Don’t be careless in writing your ad- dress—because of this books go astray tn the mails. Don’t forget that writing Wide- Awake circle helps than it does Uncle Jed. These make a pretty bouquet “Don’ts” and strictly observed #ill be a help to members. Plesse give them your attention anl you will increase your chance of win- ping a book and make life very much pleasanter for the printers. the more for you of | they LETTERS OF AKNOWLEDGMENT Richard C. Moran of Norwich: T thank you for my nice book. It is & very interesting story. Joseph Marschat: T thank you verv much for the book you sent me. Tt is a very nice book. I ltke to read It. Sarah Hyman of Norwich: I thank you very mueh for the prize book you he boy did as he was told. but he was scarcely at his post when' the huntsmen-came riding up. demanding the boy to open the gate. The boy said: “I have had orders not to open the gate.” man on a horse came forward and said: “My boy, do you the Duke of Wellington. I am not ac customed to be disobeyed. I command you to open that gate so my friends and I may pass through.” The boy lifted his hat and then an- swered firmly: “I am sure the Duke of Wellington would not want me to dlsobey orders. No one is to pass through without my master’s permission.” Greatly pleased, the duke lifted his hat and said: “I honor the boy, or man, who can obey orders.” The duke then put spurs to his horsa and galloped away. FRANK PARDY, Age 12. know me? 1 am Norwich. A Prayer That Was Answered. Once upon a time there were thr brothers, of which one was a carpen- The Sleep of the Flowers By Janet Nichols. Most people agree with the poet Bryent In thinking that fall days are ‘melancholy dayse,” the “saddest of the year.” ‘When the leaves have failen and the birds bave flown and the Yow- ers have vanished, the earth certain- Iy doex look melancholy, avd it is no wonder she doesn’t make us so hap- pv_as she doss In the spring! Bnt she is not really o melancholy as she looks. She is not dead, but only slesping. She has been worl hard | Q1 gummer and needs a vacation so ty that even if there wers no win:- she would take it, In tropical conn- &. planis have their perinds of rest, 4 In greenhouses, gardencrs con- frive an artificial winter by placing the plants that need a vacation in partial darkness and coid. When Bryani speaks of the “gentle race of flowers,” being in their graves ha is taking one of the liherties that we aflow to poets and isn’'t quite ac- eurate. The hiossoms. of course, are dead, dut fhey would have dled any- way, even if we had perpetual summaer, and in most cases the plants on whica they bloomed are just as much alive as_ever, i Only those plants that we call annn- sls are dead, They llve only for a suwmmer, and spring anew from thair seeds ezch year. The perennials live on from yoaar 16 year, Their leaves and blossoms dle, but they do not, In fact, | have so liitie intention of dying that they have their spring dresses al- ready made and a ot of food stored ip 1o feed the haby leaves and flow- ers uniil they are old enough to ieok ouat for themseives, And they are in | ssch a hurry to wake up that some- times they mistake a warm autumn | das for epring, which is very unfort- ungis. Tt is because of all thiz preparation of fhe vear before that the leaves amd flowers come out s quickly in the spring and in a few days weave a liv- ing green garment of beauty for the earth. Se it is quite plain that when we wander in the autumn fields we are not walking over a gravevard ai all. They are “happy autumn fiel dead or melanchely, but full of greund palsces, where the flowers wait | like sleeping be the Kiss of |1 the prince—the mmer sun —to wake them inio They are | well protected by warm ceats from tne | cold and damp. and over them all | presently will fall the amew, Which is just as w blanket | never gets cold. though it does not'seem so to us, as the down quilt on the baby’s cradle. Some plants store up supplies in an underground stem, like the Solomon's seal, which sends up a new shoot each vear, leaving a little scar’ or ‘“seal” where the shoots of the preceding year have grown. Others form tubers, like the potato and the dahlia, or bulbs, like the tulip and daffodil and crocus— all those Jovely flowers that make the gardens beautiful in the earliest days of spring—and like the turnip and the onion and the beet also. only that these humble plants never get a chance to flower, for man appropriates the ma- terfal that thev intended for their next year's hlossoms. Trees and shrubs cannot bury thefr next year's foliage and blossoms un- derground and they cannot make much use of the snow blanket, but they wrap them up so warmly ‘that they are perfecily safe in the coldest weather, and th only danger 18 that they may *be devoured by animals or come out t0o soon, like the sleeping beauties under ground. There is noth- ing more interesting in the whole world than these litile packages of leaves and flowers, and any boy pr girl who liv in the country can examine them. hey may be found all over the branches of any tree or shruw, at the | and of every twig, and in every place from which a leaf hae fallen. Some- times they are very smail and half sunken in the wood. S0 that one has to look closely to see them, but in the horse chestnut they are very large, and no wonder, for inside each ope s a complete branch of leaves anda stalk of flowers, all very tinyv. but so per- fect that with a microscope one can even see the pollen on the stamens, Around them is packed a moss of soft wool, and outside this is a coat of seale armer, L. of all is a gummy e ing, waterproof, and very discouraging also to hungry insects, Agquatic plants seem to find it quite a simple matter to get through the winter. All they need to do is to sink to the bottom of the pond, where it Some of the pond st break off their heads in the i therm all the iincd in toe rest of them Lo the bot- is no more dead, i woods iclds. ard will siring breath of oniy sl gain with the heytheygalo muchg spring. h are the hepatica | often | { Christ pries 2 One day as they were traveling they They went in and said to one another: “Let the big brother ke: tch, for | to_get into another mead b R If it had not been for my uncle the 'se would have died in the mud, for there are many wolves hersabouts.” So the carpenter consented and got Vel:iy tired waiting, so he took his tools and carved a girl. And when it was his brother’s turn to watch he woke up. When it was his turn to stay up, why he looked around the room and guess what he saw! Why, he saw a carved girl made of wood. When he saw that it had no clothes he made a suit of clothes for it. It then came. the priest's turn to watch, and he saw the girl all dressed, He sat down in his chair and began to pray. ® The night on which this occurred was Christmas eve, The priest thought that the Lord would bring life to this Wwooden sister. God heard his prayer and he made the wooden girl alive. In the morning this wooden girl began to speak. ‘When morning dawned the three be- gan to fight. The carpenter said: “T carved it!” The tailor said: “I made a suit for it; it is mine!” And the priest said: “It's mine! T brought life to her. Who do you think shouid have her?” I ‘think the priest should have her, because if it wasn’t for him she would have -remained a wooden doll, and speechless. MARY L. KELLEY, Age 14. Christmas Joys. To most children, and indeed I think to nearly every one, Christmas is the best day and the crowning holiday of the year—the day longed for and an- ]lir'i(;i)ated by all who live in this broad and. ; Thanksgiving and the Fourth of Jul belong more especially to the Ameri- can born; but Christmas belongs, and always has belonged, to all countries and nations. From whatever land or country vou may have come, you havs known and loved the Christmas scason ter; the . and the third & | ing it off they found it was my father t‘othultuhrsnd d“moatvasl S S s oTse. _The horee was none the worse for came upon a hut, and no one was in it. | its mud bath, as he began eating grass, He never tried to cross the pond again low. b h \was sinking fast, | EMILY BABCOCK, Age 14, 0Olda Mystic. - LETTERS TO UNCLE JED, Would Like Apples for a Change. Dear Uncle Jed. I have not written to the Wide Awakes for some time, but I'll make up for lost time now. I have been promoted to the nigh school ‘since T wrote last. I am get- ting along very well with Latin and Algebra. My highest mark in our first examinations was 95 and my lowest was 90. ‘We have two literary socteties in our high school, the Utopian and the Sten- olakee, of which I am a member. At our last meeting I read an essay on the Life of Tennyson. Don’t you Wide Awakes wish you were down here now? Oranges are ripe and you could have your fill if I only owned a grove of them. ‘We live in an orange grove, which we rent, but we have all the oranges we can eat. I only wish I had some apples for a change, Thanksgiving will be here in two days! And here’s hoping all of the Wide-Awakes have all the turkey and cranberry sauce they can eat. EDNA CALKINS, Age 13. Kissiimmee, Fla. At the Seashore. Dear Uncle Jed: Last summer I went to Watch Hill many times. Sometimes ‘we went by trolley, other days we went down on the Block TIsland. I like the ocean side best, because the waves roll on so nice and high over there, Near the lighthouse there are many star fish. One day at Block Island T saw a big sturgeon and horse mackerel. The all your life. The real spirit of Chrisuan: nevar changes, Kris Kringle, Santa Claus, the | Child, all breathe forth the spirit of loving giving. Some people are trying to make us the old Christmas spirit exchange rse. we gifts, for they tell us of th R remembrance of our even when are no longer GEORGE FARRELL, Norwich. P The Autobiography of a Shoe. old shoe I heard someone speak. I turned around, but I did not see any- one. I started on my way again. but I still heard someone speaking. 1 lis- tened and this is what it said: “Please don’t throw me away ’ what I have done for you. If keep me I will tell you a most inter- esting story” I found the shoe had This is what it sald: “T was first a cow grs come to life, zing in a pas- One day a man came and cnut cad off and took my skin. He took me to the tannery to be tanned. 1 then taken to a factory where I was made into leather and was ai- terwards made into these shoes. I was taken to the shoe store and put up on a shelf. One day a lady came in and said she would like a patr of shoes for her body. The man took me down and the lady took me home to you.” MIRIAM GROV. Norwich, R, Age 10. About Snowmen, I made a snowman and T named him Jones Grandpa. He was as high as myself, and then I threw sno at ‘him. 1 made believe he was the strongest man in the world. I want- ed to see how many snowballs it would take to knock him over. 1 then made a great big one. and [ played that he was a giant and when T had him almost done he fell over on me and 1 was awful mad. I was making a sled path and was moving at the rate of f7 -ty inches an hour. It is a good thing I don't live in the city for T would be pulled up for speeding so fast, by an officer, and my fun would be spoiled. T expect to o to the city to live for a liftle while, I suppose you have heard of the city of Willimantic. That is where I am going to live. VICTOR LARSEN, Age 11 Hampton, How | Enjoy Myself. When school is over T feed the hens and among them there are two guinca hens. These guinea hens make a ter- rible racket with their screeching which some people think sounds like aw-wood!"” “Saw-wood!” w others thi it sounds like “Go-back “Go-baclk!” My two cousins, James antl Mildred, help me feed the hens, sometimes. Af- ter we feed the hens we gather the eggs. Then James and Mildred and myself play together and have a great deal of fun. The hene have all gone to bed now and it is time for me to go to dream- land, too! MARY G. COTTER, Age 10. Norwich, The Boy's Escape from An Indian. It was near Wheeling. A lad named John Wetzel, one of a noted border family of coarse, powerful, illiterate Indian fighters, had gone out from the fol\fied village in which his kinsfolk were ,living to hunt horses. Another boy went with him. There were several stray horses, one being a mare which belonged to Wet- sister, with the colt; and the girl had promised him the colt if he wouid bring back ife mare. The two boys were vigorous voung fellows, accustomed to life in the for- est a they hunted high and low and finally heard the sound of a horse’s bell in_a thicket. Running joyfully forward they fell into the hands of four Indians, who had caught the horses and tied them in the thicket so that by the tinkling of their bells they might lure into am- bush any man who came out to hunt them. Young Wetzel made a dash for liberty, but received a shot which broke his arm and then surrendered and cheerfully accompanied his cap- tors, while his companion, totally un- nerved, hung back. crying and was promptly tomahawked, and while the four were at him he made his escape. ALBERT GUNDERMAN, Age 10. Norwich, Conn, A Peculiar Mistake. In the month of Auzust. in the 1911, my¥ mother. my aunt and m had just arrived home from church and Sunday scheol. My uncle from Bridgeport had gone out in a lot forsa walk. He glanced towards the pond, which was back of our barn, and he saw something in the mud that looked uike a stump, By ohserving more closely he saw It move. He came up to us and told ‘what he had seep, Then there chains, a drag, ear a call for ropes, boards and many other necessary articies, followed by a call for the neighbors, as many men as possible. The boards were put Into the mud and the rope tied around the peculiar object’s neck. The neighbors, including three chool ieachers, took hold of (he rope and pulled. There were about iwelve pe ons in all who helped pull the peculiar object out of he mud. After a while they succeed- i geiting the object out. When s out they could hardly tell what it was; but, aiter rubbipg and wash- sturgeon is a cream colored monster, without a just a big hole to suck i the front of his head. imackerel is as big horse around as a barrel. Jewish peopie qu ckly buy urgeon for caviarre. s very interesting to fishing' boats come in in th at Block Island loaded JAM the roe watch tihe e afternoon th fish. KILDAY. Norwich. Three Smart Scholars. Dear Uncle Jec 1 going to tell yveu how my T erine and I amused ourselves one v morning. We cut some long strips of paper and put them on the 1 the shape of squar Then we cut some pictures of furniture out of old mag called one of the squares a put some pictur: of booke £ Another square was the kitchen, s a pict > of a stove in it. We put all the pictures of furniture in the " eal m I also like thre me not go Helen erine ears old, is 8 So you have three s ALICE GORM!/ Versailles. ge 10. Had a Nice Time Thanksgiving. Dear Uncle Jed: Wednesday after- noon there was o debate at our high school, so my sist nd 1 stayed and listened to it. It was about the Freneh revolution. I had quite a nice time on Thanks- giving. In the morning I went to the postofil with my father and and then I went to Syosset, ar came home and stayed outdoors till lunch time. In the ernoon T went “with my father and sister to see a new house wh was being buil When I came home I stayed outdoors till supper time. In the evening I went to the post- office to fetch the mail. Friday morning I was quite busy, I did some work for my mother. I also fed the rabbits and kittens and gave some corn to the hens. In the after- noon and evening I spent most of my time reading book T IE BREHAUT. East Norwich, #his Crop. Dear Uncle Jed: T had three hills of sunflowers which brought me about two quarts of seed. I expect to keep some for seed and raise more next year. I have but one little chicken, which I am going to feed some of my sunflower seeds to. I gathered the seed and shelled them Saturday. I also raised some early potatoes. There was a bushel and a half of them, T had but one row of them. They were, small seed and rzised large ones. They had very little car CLARK W. STANDISH, Age 8. Lebanon. Wolves at the Door. Dear Uncle Jed: 1 have four uncles and they all live in Storrs. But I have a great uncle who lives out west in Nebraska, and he has a larze ranch, and when he gets o bed the wolves come around his door and begin to howl, and he gets up and takes his gun and goes to the door and shoots them. After they have gone away he goes to bed and goes to sicep. . JOHNNIE DAY. Storrs. . Nellie's School. Dear Uhcle Jed: We have 44 dren in school. Our teacher's Richardson. 1 will tell you the studies we have: Arithmet reading, language, history, geography and gpelling. 'Then we have agriculture to study. ‘We have just chil- name is got some new cur- tains and a big dictionery and two little one: NELLIE E. DAY, Age 11. Storrs. The Would-Be Tenderfoot. Dear Uncle Jed: T am going to tell You about a man going vut west. This man ie from the east and wears east- ern clothes, and only had a belt with ammunition and two revolvers. When the cowboys saw him they all Haw-hawed! But they had a surprise coming to them. This man from the east was on a stage coach. He only saw one man, and, drawing a revolver, he aimed it at the robber. The fellow put up his hands. He was taken prisoner and carried back to the boys (as the cow- boys were called). The cowbovs then cheered the east- erner and he was no longer a ten- derfoot. JOSBPH GILMARTIN, Childhoed’s Companion. Dear Uncle Jed: I am going to tell about a dog my mother used to have. When my mother was a lttle girl about 10 vears old a friend of hers went to Scotland. When he came back to America he brought to America a little puppy 6 months old. He gave it to my mother. His breed was water spaniel. His hair was brown and cur- 1. Ii> was born in Glasgow, Scotland, a was given the name Glasgow. Aly moether was pleased when she re- ceived Glasgow. When my mother would throw a stene inio the water End tell Glasgow to get it, he would et the same stone out of the water| nd give it to my her. He was a goed waich dog omithe farm, for that e o I Ty ALCOHCL 3 PER CENT. simitating the | Opivm Morphiae nor Miveral Al | Now Narc oTiC. | e of Gl DeSOOELPITIER BPuyhar - oo Seed + mm.u:i-_.fl&w i ‘EIM' % e ‘| Apeifect Remedy for Consflpa: 110‘1’! ,Sour smegm.mmm ] Werms Convilsions Feverish: ness andLoss_OLSiml’. TacSiuile Signature of’ Y Comns s was where my mother lived. was a childhood companion to my mother, who had no brothers or sisters to play i with. % uld ga after the cows all ring them home as well as Gla alone and & was driving the one of them hooked his leg Glasgow could not walk, cows home and VT e he was. A man aw Glasgow. He knewl 0 he picked him up and car- ried him to my mother's house. My mothe fuss over Glz lived many ye: When he w was shot and cried and made a b e had leg s after. fourteen yvears old ha buried in an open fiell under a savin tree. The strange part is that Glasgow was buried on the property we now live on. TLOSSIE MEYER, Age 11. Taftville, He Lives on a Farm. Dear Uncle Jed: May I please come and be your nephew a great many, as I see letters from so many boys and girls. I live on a cows, ho colt, whos < I milk three cows every day and help I can. Sometimes [ help peddle and a nice sing day very i T hope everyone else did. schoolhouse wh I am in the ti reading, spellimg, and sometim and. study + language ‘DAY Willimant fOND W, GRAY, Age 9. ic. The Egg-Mass Destroying League. Dear Uncle Jed: I would like to te the Wic akes about the apple tr ¢ school ave are mas > egg masses are ‘brown. They grow on wild cherry and app trees. There are some on the poplar tree. I have gathered two hundred | and twenty egg weeks. They averz two hun- dred to two hundred and fifty eggs in a mas My sister has one hundred and thir- ty-five esg masses already gathered. When we get one hundred ezg mass hip card. This us to The Egg- e. mass holars in my nearly every one has a p card. t week we children at schoot athered over two thousand egg the Wide- can to he.p lose hoping all will do they rid the country of the apple tree tent caterpiidar. WINIFRED BRIGGS, Age 10. Packer. Patient Mary. e Jed: There was once a se name was Mary. She She lived in the garret Her mother had to all day long to earn thetr day to her by her iacy was ple when she let some dr the nex and Mary thouvght how pret. w would look after the 4 to the top. s her mother looked out of the window she safd: “Mary, your peas are sprouting.” Mary was very glad and jumped for The vine grew very fast and a week or two would be up to her window. There was a Jady who lived in the house beside them, and she was very cross. When she saw the vine she said: “'ll cut them down!"™ In the night she took a knife and cut them all down and carried them a { off. The first thing Mary did In the morning was to look out of the win- dow. To her great surprise, the vine was not there. She ran to her mother, half choked with sobs, and said: “Mamma, my vine has been cut away during the night!” Her mother would not believe it at firgt, but when she looked she saw 1t was gone. They thought It was very mean of the one who cut down the vine. BOPHIE THOMA, Age 12, Norwich. her mother got some peas next door neigh- h He ls Called Jed, Too. Dear Uncle Jed: I have just read all the nice stories In this mornin%’s paper., Today is Thanksgiving and to- night I am going to see all the barrels burn, Some day seon I am going inte the weods to gather red hawthorn ber- ries and laurel leaves to help make some pretly Christmas wreaths, Flvery Thursday morniag I read all ihe stories the beys and girls write you, I like Thursday’s paper besi, There were lois of nute fhis year and I have filled a great hig bex ef them for winter. 5 Last gummer 1 wenl o my uncle's CASTORIA t and ha | You most have | , and my father keeps | For Infants and Children, The Kind You Have Aiways Bought Bears the Signature In Use For Over Thirty Years He has many - - | big farm in Plainfield. | I like the coun- nice horses and cows. try v much. I wish you a very Merry Christmas. * name is John, but sometimes I am called Jed, too. JOHN FOX. { Norwich. | i The First Trolley Car. | Y Dear TUncle Jed: Today, the 19th of November, has been an eventful day for us boys and girls on the avenue for we have seen the first trolley car climb the hill and how glad we were. | The large car, Connecticut, loaded { with railway ties, stopped just outside | our house. Ahead of it was the work-~ | Ing car carrying a large reel of copper | wire which is to be strung for the trel« {ley. This car is guarded night and | day as the reel of copper wire is heav- ily charged with electricity and the boys anl girls are warned to keep away as it is dangerous, The men are divided Into gangs some driving spikes, others laying rails, | some fllling in the dirt and in a /short time the work wlill be all done. JAMES S. MORAN, Age 13. Her Trip to New Bedford. Dear Uncle Jed: I will write you a description of my trip to New Beu:- focd, Mass. One day In summer we went to a wedding at New Bedfurd. Wo started on the 9 o'clock train for Providenece. | It was a short journey to Providence, {and when we arrived we had to change trains again. We then took a train to Fall River. We saw many pretty sights on our way. Then we took a | car to New Bedford. When we ar- rived it was about 8 o'clock in the | afternoon. | Our friends were very glad to see |us. We had a beautiful time at the | wedding and music was played until 10 o'clock at night. | About 8 o'clock in the evening sup- | per was served. Next time I will tell | you about the sights in New Bed- | ford. ETTA ROSENBERG, Age 13. Norwich, The Hog Weighed 317 Pounds. Dear Unecle Jed: My Uncle Tom had two pigs and last Sunday he killed them. One of them was so ugly when | the men got in the pen he made a i spring at them; but they had a hook hands "and when the hog t them, they with their hooks him and turned . him over and he was gone. Thev old him to the butcher. He weighed 7 pounds. JOHNNIE their DAY, Age 13. Storrs, A Visit to Country Friends. Uncle Jed: One day we went our friends in the country. We in the morning at 8 o'clock. arrived at 10 o’clock and a car- waiting for us to bring us had a merry tlme The road was rough and the carricge weat bumpity-bump over onhes. When we came to the house s dinner_time, | - had a turkey | things to_eat. | | Ve going up. and other good After dinner we played games and a walk to see a huge 5 lled Cochegan Rock. We climbed up the rock by a ladder. When | we got up to the top it was so wids {and flat that ten people could stand on i We had to pay ten cents to g0 up. | There was also a large cave beneath | the rock. It was growing dark so we decided to go home. On our way back we pieked some huckleberries. When we came to the house we ate our supper and were ready to go home. We wera seated in the carriage and {away we went. My mother, sister and I were seat- ed on the back seat, while my father and the driver were on the front seat. On our way back we saw a chipmunk in the orad. FA IE ROSENBERG, Age 11. Norwich. Bunny White Foot, Dear Uncle Jed: I thought I would tell you about bunny white foot. Once Ned's father was out hunting and he saw a rabbit. Ned's father said “that rabbit is too pretty to ghoot. I guess I will bring it honze to Ned.” When Ned’'s father came home and gave it to him he was much pleasad with his present. 1 will name him Bunny White Foot because he has white feet; and Ned told him never to run away. Bunny obeyed his masgter for awhils but one day it was snowing and Bunny thought it would be fun to go up on the hill and play, So Bunny slippad up the hill and was playing when Snap! Bunny thought his foot was off because it hurt so much. It was a long, long time before Burn- ny's foot was better, but he theught ever after It was al‘:r!nyn best to stay at home and mind his master, L BOBSHIN, Age 10 Norwich, . T, e S e o be the enly e