Norwich Bulletin Newspaper, April 9, 1914, Page 9

o AR R THE WIDE AWAKE CIRCLE BQYS' AND GIRLS' DEPARTMENT Rules for Young Writers. 1. Write nlainly on one side of tnz Paper cnly, and number the pages. Use pen and ink, not pencil, 3. Short and pointed articles wiii be given preference. Do not use ove: 250 words. 4. Original stories or letters only will be used. 6. Write your name, age and ad- dr.ss plainly ot the bottom of the story. Address_all communications cle Jed, Bulletin Office. t> Un- “Whatever you are—Be that! Whatever you say—Be true! Straighttforwardly act, Be honest—in fact, Be nobody else but you.™ POETRY. COMP'NY. Com’'ny come for dinner— That's what makes these tears Got to wear my Sunday suit, ‘Wash my neck and ears; Got to git my hair combed up Slick as it kin be; Comp'ny’s come for dinner Jest to pester me! Got to hold my horses When they’s comp'ny And get waited on th' Like I didn’t keer; Got to mind my manners Nice as ennything— Comp'ny gits the drumsticks And I git a wing! here, last, Comp'ny in the parlor— That's whut childern gits! Wisht T wuz a Hen—TI'd Scare 'em into fits. Then, when they wuz tremblin’, I'd eat up th’ comp’ny And th’ dinner, too! MA'S JUMPING JACK. My mother has a Jumping Jack That she won't sell, you see; It's name is Jack an dis't no to But just a little jumping boy Her Jumping Jack is me. L M. THORNTON. WINNERS OF PRIZE BOOKS. 1 L(Hlan Brehaut of East Norwich. N. Y, “The Wilderness Fugitives.” > Harriett Boucher, “Little Prudy's Story 3 Eleanor P. Norton, “Grimms Fairy Tales.” of Book of Versailles, 4 Alice Purcell, of Colchester, “Hans Anderson’s Fairy Tales.” 5 Margaret V. Burns, of Norwich, *“Frank on a Gunboat.” 6 Esther Shershevsky. nf “Dotty Dimple’s Flyaway Norwich, 7 Dora Carpenter, of Lebanon, “Rip Van Winkle.” i 8 Helen Rogers, of Colchester, “Black Beauty 9 Winifred Holton, of North Frank- lin, “The Telegraph Boy.” Winners of books living in the city may call at The Bulletin business office for them at any m. on Thursday hour after 10 a. 1 SR i LETTERS OF ACKNOWLEDGMENT. | . Abbott Smith of Burnside—W! he‘xf‘ for my mail the other night | o find I had won an- | I thank vou ver of Norwich—TI than very much for the book I receiv- | €d from vour hands a short time ago, ; George Farrell, you entitied Water Babies, by Charles Kingley. 1 had read extracts from a before, but had never read the whole book and was well it. 1 thank Loyd Rathbun. ed my boo! with i 1 it That pleased to receive vou in and of Norv nd am very in. h—T receiv- uch pleased much fot th book I have won. Gurleyville—T re- « e book and thank ¥ 5 have read it half through ana like it very much. Helen Wisneskie, of Yantic—I thank you the 3 he fir The title of it 1 read it, and teresting. prize vou sent me. book whieh I receiv was have found it very in- | Veronica Tucker of Versailles: T re- d the prize book, Alice's Adven- | in Wonderland, and have read | of it. I thank you very much for | | part it Doris M. Briggs of Savbrook: Norwich, | “Rip Van Winkle." | | New | STORIES you for the prize book. I found it when I came from school, and I read it all through before I went the next meorning. I liked it very much. Bertha Fuller of Eagleville: I thank you very much for the prize book en- titled Mistress Moppitt. I have read it through and found it very interesting. Mildred Grandy of Yantic: I thank you very much for my book entitled Dearje Dot and the Dog. I read it through the day I got it. I thought it the best one I have received yet. Uncle Jed’s Talk to Wide-Awakes. We'll have a chat about an im- portant little word which used to be familiar to children a hundred years ago and which is so seldom heard now hat very few people ever think of it or its relation to them. / If you were told to go and get a dip you would not know what was meant; but a hundred years ago any child would have known it was an or- der to get a candie. There was a time when a stiff felt hat was _called a dip, and that I believe was before it was called a dicer. This little word dip is closely re- lated to the welfare of man for we find it in dip-per with which we raise water to our lips to drink; and it also is found in dip-ped, which means a person has been baptized. Then we have the dip of the land, which refers to its angle towards the horizon, as well as i angle towards the sun, and which may make it either fertile or barren. It is the dip of the land which gives the direction of all streams towards rivers and lakes and towards the-sea. The dip of the land has much to do with the climate and the produttivity of the soil. The valle: of the Quinebaug and the Thames rivers dip to the south and this is the reason they have less snow in winter and spring comes ten days sooner than it does in other valleys of England. And since the dip of the land has to do with the flow of water and the regulation of the heat, you see it has much to do with the growing of gra and every green thing, which also has to do with the grazing of cattle and the growing of crops, and with the | welfare of all the people. | Dip represents the lay of the land | and the lay of the land in one way or another affects all of our interests, | which makes dip a very important word; but many people live and die without knowing it; and dip does not have to be recognized for service—dip { out regard to the thought or action of man, I am not onsiderable to the sunsets. sure dip does mnot have do with the beauty of WRITTEN BY WIDE. AWAKES Mr. Leghorn and the Fox. “What about Mr. Leghorn?” Well_ it isn't much of a story; but it s vs that when trouble does come it's better to walk right up and meet it, rather than go all around Robin E Jood's barn, wherever they may be, ryving to get away from it. Mr. Leghorn went grasshopper-hunt- ing one day and the sun was setting betore he realized the roost h two miles at full speed but wh the woods he saw Mr. Fox, “You needn’t stand there scratching your chin, you got to go through family, instead of he ought to be on| he came to | who said: | | to John for his pe j affects the land for good or il with- | He started for home | th woods in order to get home, and | 1 shall gobble you up!” “You've got to catch me first,” said | Mr. trying to pe Leghorn, who was The rooster and the fox made such a noise that old wal Towser Dog, who was ing around to see that everything ght and snug, heard them, an ted out and the two came past Mr, Fox h their tails cking raight up !n the air and the old in - didn't make very much ncise ti >N, BREHAUT. JESSIE E: Norwich, 2 The Horn-Biower of Ripon. In ma English towns the ancient | custom of announcing bedtime at nine | o'clock Sometimes it is from the custom still exists. done by a the curfew bell; by means of a at Litchfield. At Ripon in the north of England, watchman’s voice, as Thank \ the hour when meaieval Englishmen FRIENDLY PLAY IN THE WILD WOODS One lovely spring morning Father | Deer knocked at the door of the Three Bears’ home in the forest. “Come in, Friend Deer, come in!” was Iather Bears’ welcome as he @pened wide the door. “Come in and l.ve a bbwl of porrldge % thank you,” answered Father Deer, "1 my way to the wheat field for ast. Where is sonny? Oh, there he is, behind his mother! Little Bear, I came to ask you to go for a walk with me, if your father and mother are willing. I should like to take you to see Bob White's children.” Oh, may I go, may I go?” asked Little Bear, in a shrill, happy voice. To be sure, to be sure!” answered Father Bear. “But don't wander far from Friend Deer,” warned his mother as she kissed Little Bear goodbye. Straight to the edge of the forest bounded Father Deer, with Little Bear close at his heels. When the two were near the wheat fields they heard a brown bird singing in sweet tones “Bob White! Bob White! B [Vhite!” “He is a fine fellow, that qW.il who calls himself Bob White,” said Father Deer. Plump Little Bear was nearly out of breath trying to keep pace with Mr. Deer of the long legs, so he was glad to stop for a short tal % o “That ‘gentle - bird works for _the farmers all the year,” Father Deer continued, looking through the bushes. “During the summer he works 12 hours a day, destroying all kinds of bugs and worms. He often eats potato bugs, one hundred at a time, Little Bear!” “I suppose he has to eat enough te last while he sleeps all winter,” sug- gested Little Bear, looking wise. “Quails do not sleep all winter, and neither do our folks” corrected Fa- ther Deer. “During the delightful win- ters when you bears are all tucked away in bed, sleeping as if you never intended to walke up, Bob White dines on weed seeds. He has been known to eat 5,000 weed seeds at one al!” Soon Father Deer led Little Bear to Bob White’s home, where he intro- duced him _to the family: Bob White, rs. Bob White, and the 18 children. ittle Bear didn’t go too near the nest for fear of scaring the babies, who, with their beady black eyes, resembled S0 many ba of down. Their nest was on the ground in the fence cor- ner. While Father Deer nibbled the new wheat, Little Bear stayed near the nest where he could see the Bob White children eat their breakfast. “What would yvou do if a man should come out here and carry off your ba- bies?” asked Little Bear, who longed to take one of the babies in his own big paw and give it a weenty squeeze. “C. -ome, children,” said Mrs. Bob White, “let us show Little Bear what would happen if a man should try to carry you off! We will play hide and seek with him.” “Come, children,” urged Mrs. Bob White, “run and hide. When you find one of my children, Little Bear, you say ‘I spy!’ Hea,dy, children! One, tw: three, hide In a twinkling there was not a baby quail in sight. The minute their mother said “Hide!” they scattered so quickly Little Bear was astonished. He searched and searched through the grass, but not a baby quail couid he find. Then he noticed that Mrs. Bob White seemed to have broken wing. “How did it happen, Mrs. White? Oh, how did it happen!” exclaimed Littie Bear in_distress, as he ran after her. Immediately Mrs. Boh White straightened her wings and laughed. “Come, children,” she called, and up rose 18 baby quails from the grass where they had been playing'hide in plain sight. “But didn’t you get hurt?” inquired Little Bear. “Not a bit of it!” replied Mrs. Bob White. “That is a trick of ours to give the babies a chance to hide. If a man should come out here to get my babies he would follow me just as vou did be- cause he would believe, as you did, that I had broken my wing.” “Do the children always mind when you say hide?” inquired Little Bear. “Always,” replied Mrs. Bob White. ‘When Little Bear reached home he had a wonderful story to tell of chil- dren who always obeyed their mother. No wonder Mother Bear was glad she let Little Bear go for a walk with Father Deer that lovely morning. He was a more obedient Little Bear ever. after—¥Frances Margaret Fox, in'the ‘Woman’s World to see what was the mat- | | some of | and sometimes it is| | ‘were supposed to cover their fires and put out the lights is announced by a city official known as the Horn-Blow- er. -At the approach of the hour, the Horn-blower who selects his own uni- form and performs his task according to his own idea of what is picturesque and proper, dons a three-cornered hat, straps a great horn to his shoulder, and proceeds, first to the residence of the mayor. Precisely at the hour, he blows three loud, distinct blasts, which are both strong and sweet; then waits a little for the sounds to disperse and gives three more blasts. This he does every night of the vear, as his predecessor has done and as his successor will do. Then, while the echoes are still lingering pleasantly on the ear, he walks briskly over to the market-place and though every one in town knows that he is simply going to repeat the performance, there is always an au- .dience, large or small, and, in summer, including every strange visitor to the town, to see and hear the Horn-blow- er of Ripon. ‘When the last of the sweet notes has blown itself away over toward the hills of Yorkshire, the listeners are fully impressed with the idea that the day has tually gone, and that the time for s¥eep has arrived. In some English towns, though not, I think at Ripon, the night watchman calls out, after his’ bell or horn, some- thing about the night. LILLIAN BRhIiA.LT Age 16. East Norwich, N, * A Lead Pencil. I am a lead pencil. I live in the mines of Colorado, and have many brothers and sisters there. One day I with a light on their caps. They had in their hands picks and shovels, and one of them took me up in his shovel and-threw m ein a car which led up to the surface. After I had gone up to the surface a man picked me up with his hands and brought me to a factory, and they made me round; a manufacturing round wood on me, sent to a store. One day a little girl went by the store and said: “Oh, isn’t that a pretty lead pencil!” and bought me. The next day she car- place, and they put | ried me to school. She sharpened me, and when she went to write with me I broke. When I broke she got mad at me and threw me down, and I broke in half. Then she threw me away. YVONNE GAGNON, Age 10. Norwich. The Meadow Lark. The meadow lark is sometimes called fieid lark. It spends all its time on the ground while feeding and is a strong walker. This songster is about the size of a robi Its upper parts are varying shades of brown and black while underneath it is yellow with a black crescent on the breast. My lit- tle friend has white on jts tail. Its whistle is like the tone of a flute. This songster builds its nest on the ground. About the middle of Ma it contains irom four to six brown, white-speckled eggs. ALICE PURCELL, Age 9. Colchester. A Tiger Hunt. John, who was 12 years old. went on a tiger hunt in India with his father ! and his uncle and two other men. They went on elephants. in the jungle one of the men said there was a tiger near because the grass in front of them was tramped down. They got their guns ready and waited patiently for the tiger. Suddenly a tiger sprang up out of the tall grass. His uncle shot at it, but only wound- ed it. Then his father shot it through the head, killing it. He jumped down from his elephant and skinned it and brought the skin up .onto the elephant. After they had ridden a few paces ~ame upon the tigress and her v tigers. They soon killed her and took the baby tigers and gave them s When they were | ALICE M. GORMAN, Age 11. Versailles. Spring. | Such a long. cold February—it seem- | ed as though it would never end. All the birds one saw were the nuthatch, nowbird, sparrow and downy wood- pecker, when they came for the su but what a change now. I have h robins and know somebody has seen six. | | | her | together, i I am | side of doors for papa | and doctors believe in plenty of fresh who | I have a large bunch of pussy wil- lows and know ty more. where there are plen- I love to watch the brooks | as they try to break down their banks and then dash on again. I love to take long walks and see new birds and flowers. very glad that we have had a thunder storm”for spring must be here, LYDIA LATHROP, Norwich Town. Age 12 How to Spend a Rainy Day. Did yeu ever hear of a Rainy Day Box? If you have not, I must certain- ly tell you about one that mamma keeps for my brother and I. We live in the country and every pleasant day are expected to play out- is a doctor, air and sunshine. ‘We have our cart and garden tools and each of us has a bit of garden that we tend very carefully. Edward raises vegetables and lettuce for his rabbits, but I have nice flowers. Well, as I said. we play out of doors all day long in nice, pleas- ant weather, but when a rainy day comes we are obliged to stay in the house and the days are so very long, you know. We read a little, and T practice an hour, but even then there is a great deal of time left, so, to give us amus ment for these other long hours mam- ma instituted our Rainy Day Box, which “has been a grand success,” says mamma, In it are to_be found all our old playthings, and some that are quite new., <Carts without wheels and dolls with broken arms are stored up for | stormy weather, and mamma keeps After Edward has done his work (for he has some little things papa expects him to do each day), and I my hour’s practicing, mamma goes with us to the playroom and opens the precious box. Then Edward and I have jolly times you may be sure. One of the best things about it is that we never get tired of our things. Every time they come out they seem fres and new. Why don’t you have a Rainy Day Box, too? I am sure you would like it. MARGARET V.| BURNS, Age 14. Norwich, The Evening in a Colonial Kitchen. Outside it was snowing hard and hailing, and the ground was already covered with snow, the wind was blow- ing hard and it shook the little hut, the house was furnished with one table and. many chairs and a fireplace which the men’ got logs for, because it was going to be a cold night, There was one room upstairs which they had their beds in. Jroa‘sted chestnuts and the other sister The evening was long and dreary, There were as many boys as girls, and the boys played hide the buiten and checkers and cards. The oldest sister baked appies and popped corn and cracked nuts. The mother sat by knitting. father told steries of the hard times in Engiana. This is how they speat many-ef the Fhe long and heard trampling feet and I saw miners | then I was brought to | and then 1 was | She went into the store | evenings in the little log hut. MAY LAMBERT, Age 14. Central Village. Willie's reroism, One summer afternoon a teacher told her geography class that they might close their books and rest a little while she_ told them a story. The story was about William Tell, the famous hero of Switzerland. She told the scholars how a wicked governor placed -an apple on the head of Tell's little boy, and then compelied the father to take his bow and arrow and shoot the apple from the head of his son_ He was unwilling to do it, for he was afraid. the arrow might miss and kill his child. But the brave boy stood firm and cried out: “Shoot, father! I am not afraid!” He took a steady aim; fired and knocked the apple off without hurt- ing his son. Just as the teacher was telling this story a sudden storm burst from the sky. There was a flash of lightning and a loud crash of thunder. Some of ‘the children screamed and began to cry and ran to the teacher for pro- tection. But one boy named Willie Jones kept his seat and went on quiel— ly studying his lesson. ‘When the storm was over the teach- er said: “Willie, why were vou not afraid, like the other children " “Because,” said he, “I knew the lightning was only an arrow in God's hand, and why should I be afraid?” How well Willie had learned the lesson which Jesus taught His disci- ples when He performed so many mir- acles to show what power He has to protect His people from danger! FRANK PARDY, Age 13. Norwich. The Man in the Moon. One Sunday a man went through the woods gathering sticks. He knew that this was wrong. He knew he had ’<IY days for work and the Sunday was the day for rest, so he was pun- ished for his wrongdoing. He was lift- ed up into the sky. First he tried to enter the sun. “Go away!” cried the sun, “do you not know this is my day. So you cannot enter here. Go to the moon!” “Come right in!” said the moon. “Monday is my dz On Monday peo- ple should work. You have been work- ing. so you must belong to me.” The man entered the moon. He stiil carried his bundle of sticks on his back. There he stands to this very day to teach men they must not work on Sunday, and that they must work on Monday ESTHER SHERSKEVSKY, Age 9. Norwich. My Home. I live on a farm of about twenty acres in the valley at the foot of a mountain known as Wanna Gunsett. Near the barn, which is quite a dis- tance from the house, is a pond. There to the is a knoll which slopes down fine i pond. It is slide do“n th sport in il and go skimming times some boys ng when the weather and zu‘h g0 8 permits, on this pond. T pond has an a S outlet, which is rather a large brook. In spring there is sometimes trouting, and other kinds of fishing is dome in this brook. The house is situated quite a dis- tance from the pond and more upon the hill. It is a small | house. There is a pine tree on the lawn and an ash tree which is very close to the hou Farther down towards the road is a row of Norway maple trees. There number of rose bushes and syringa bushes plant- ed in several different places around the house, There is a barn in the backyard which is used as a workshop, stable, and carriage house. There is also a hen house there, too, which holds about thirty hens, and a shed is attached to this where the hen can go and scratch. A hen yard is on the north side of the hen house. There are some bee-hives at one end of the | vard. A spring ‘well is situated back of the barn at the foot of a large elm tre | This spring dries up in the sumn |and overflows in the winter. In tha | epring we often make water wheelN | and put them in the water. Then how | they will go. s | . There are some epple trees on a { knoll above the spring well The names of the apple are russets, | baldwins and g 1 LEORA CARFENTER, Age 14. Lebanon, My Pet Dog. I will tell you about my pet do and I must tell you a true story about my old Czar. He was one of the finest St. Bernards I ever saw. He true a heart as ever human being had. | He came te us when he was about a | year old and my little sister, who is | six years old, took him for her play- mate. One time Czar wanted to go with our man to the fields.- She held on to him with all her might but he broke away and was off wi ed out at the top of her voice: “Come here, Czar.” But he ran om| about two rods when she began to cry. The dog heard her and stopped short. Then he turned and came back to her. It seemed the most hu man act I ever saw in a dog. Czar and our cats were great friends There was one that used to come and lie between his paws. If it was cold she would come and jump up on his back. When he sat up on his fore paws she would get under his chin, on one side or the other, and he would move his head to give her room. I think you will say my Czar was a dog of gentle heart. streets of New York looking for a fruit store. In her pocket was a | bright nickel with which she was go- ing to buy, for the first time in her life. | a large red apple. reached the counter where apples were sold, she looked at them eagerly. After picking the largest that she could find and having paid her nickel she started to leave; but she saw an- other little girl, poorer than she, eye- ing the apple with longing eyes. She thought: “I suppose I ought to give her some of my apple; but, oh, I just can’t! Maybe she has had one before, and I never have.” She started again to the door, but something inside of her said: “Divide it! Divide it!” Not until it said something else did she do so. It said: “Do unte others as you would wish | them to do to you. Immediately she walked over to the little girl and said: “Won't you have half of this apple with me, little girl ~ The girl’'s name was she said, as if she had thoughts: “I know you weuld rather have it and you wouid better keep it.’ Amy blushed, but insisted that they shouid diwide it, which they did. Amy theught it wouldn't have tast- ed half as nice if she had had it all to herself. After that the two girld became warm friends and a few vears later when Joanne's mother was left a fer- tune, Amy was piehly yemembered fov Joanne, and read Amy’s winter to | two story | had as! h the man. She call- | HARIET BOUCHER, Age 9. Versailles. Joanne and Amy. One spring day a poor litile girl, named Amy, was walking in the| When she found a store and had! her small kindness. ELEANOR P. NORTON, Age 13. Norwich. B The Golden Rod. In the early autumn when I am out playving I find the golden rod. It is very beautiful. There are many flowers on one plant. It grows about two feet high. In the autumn the flowers turn to fruit. There are many akenes on one plant; an akene has one seed and one hard, dry covering. M. xmo\* BLACK, Age 9. Springfield, Mass. LETTERS TO UNCLE JED. A Joke That Couldn’t Fade. Dear Uncle Jed: As I was reading a book this morhing the name of “Uncle Sam,” caught by attention, and T thought that the Wide-Awakes would be_interested in its derivation. During the Revolutionary war, a man named Samuel Wilson was a beef inspector in Troy, N. Y., and was- very popular with the men in his employ, who alway called him Uncle Sa: After the inspection of the beef, 1t was shipped by him to a contractor named Elbert Anderson, and was al- ways marked “E. A. U. S.” A joking workman, being asked what those let- ters were the abbreviations of, replied that he did not know unless they were for Elbert Anderson and “Uncle Sam.” The joke was kept up and spread, until it became common to refer to all packages marked “U. S.” as belonging to Tncle Sam.” GNES AVERY, Age 13. Al Taftville, Helen’s Bantames. Dear Uncle Jed: 1 am a little girl nine years old, and live in the coun- try. As some of my little friends have written letters to you in The Bulletin, I thought I would write too, and tell you about my bantams. I had a bantam hen last year and she wanted to set, so I put twelve eggs | under her. In a few weeks she came off with eleven little bantams and raised nine of them. This year she and her chickens are laying eggs and I have been having ! them to eat. I am going to save the eggs and set her and hope I will have as good luck as I had last year. HELEN ROGERS. | P He ked the Monkey Best. Dear Uncle Jed: I want to tell you about my trip to Forest Park, Spring- Colchester, fleld, Mass. I saw a big bear and some monkeys, We sta. near the park and every morning we heard the wolves howl for their breakfast. We saw foxes, eagles, parrots, owls, | deer, a big peacock and many other birds and animals. Masmma liked the lovely pink Lotus flowers, but I loved the little baby monkey best. I hope I can go again some time RT MONTGOMERY, Age 7. My School. Dear Uncle Jed: I am seven vears old. I am in the first grade. I study reading and arithmetic. We have sing- | ing and play all kinds of games. I hope the Wide-Awakes will be pleased with my letter. STELLA TETREAULT, Age 7. Versailles. ! King Alfred. | Dear Uncle Jed: I will tell you and King Alfred was born in England. Once when a small boy his mother said to her children that whoever of them could learn the verses in a book j first could have it. Alfred took the book to his teacher and very soon had it learned. This showed his ambition. ‘When a young man | the Wide-Awales about King Alfred. | | | he went to the ! to 901 | | throne. He reigned from 871 A. D, a reign of thirty years. During his reign a war broke out between his own country, England and a class of people from Denmark and Scandinavia called D The war | was settled by means. He! saved his c i | Colchester, How They Started a Library. Dear Uncle Jed: I wonder if you and ‘!‘le Wide Awakes would llke to hear | how we got up & small library for our | d‘it ict school? | We had no books at all except the omes for our lesso and not even ! enough of those for all the pupils; so | { our teacher, Miss Brown, proposed for us to get up a soap order. If we could | sell ten dollars’ worth of goods the| order house would allow us half, which would be five dollars, and the state would allow us just as much more. We each asked some of our friends to buy something, and we worked real | hard to_get as large an order as we | could. When it was all put together |we had an order for twenty dollar: { that allowed us ten dollars we earned, ! and got ten dollars from the state. We felt pretty proud of our work. Miss Brown sent for the books, and now we enjoy reading them. THey are very interesting. Some of them are: I How the World is ¥Fed, How the World is Clothed, American Heroes and Hero- jism, Life of Abraham ILdncoln, Story | of the Thirteen Colonies, Birds’ Christ- mas Carol, Heidi, Carpenter's Geo- graphical Readers, Indian Stories, In the Animal World, and there are in ail about twenty-five books. WINNITFRED HOLTON, Age 10. Norta Franklin. The Cows and Horses. | Dear Uncle Jed: I milk cows every morning and evening. I like to milk | and feed the cows. In the summer I drive the cows to the or meadow, and spend some time watch- ing the cows eating the green grass. I saw that the mouth of the cow is not like that of a horse. The horse ‘has both lower and upper teeth, the cow has no front upper teeth. When a horse eats grass in the field he bites | it off; a cow pulls it off, and swa]lowsl it without chewing. Little by little, balis of grass come back into the cow’s mouth. My father | said that this was the cud. 'I'nis she | chews well and swallows again. It is| chewing the cud that keeps her mouth moving. The hoof of a cow is not like thai of a horse, efther. The horse's hoof is | in one piece, the cow’s is in two pieces. The cow is of great use to us. She gives us sweet miik. From milk we ! have butter and cheese. I like to drink sweet milk. Butter- milk is the milk that is left separated from the cream by churning. The flesh of the cow, when used for food, is called beef; that of the calf | is called veal JOHN WISNESKIE, Age 11 | TYantic. Their House in the Woods. Dear Ungle Jed: I read the piece about moss, and 1 have often noticed the gray stuff like lichens on the bot- tom of the moss. Sometimes in the summer when 1 did not have to work in the house I would go cut and make a playhouse in the woods. Once my friend and 1 went into the woeds under a pine tree and made a house., For our parior floor we had soft green moss and made believe it was a green velvet carpet. We had | took it with me. | snepherd dog that I call Shep. ASK ANY" DRUGGIST r Sead fgritor Derc e B KING'S PURE] i 4 DEPARTMENT 3638 Hawley St Boston ! > FOTUTISTD @ fancy work. The snowbirds always come in flocks. Every morning there are big bluejays in our yard. -~ This year we have not had mueh skating. The pond has frozen several times, but every time it would snow or rain. ADA MARRIOTT, Age 18- Oneco. Her New York Doll. Dear Uncle Jed: I have read the stories sent in by little boys and-girls and I enjoy them very much. I haven't any story to tell you, but I will tell you about the doll my papa brought me from New York. Its name was “Hug Me, Kiddie.” I was very fond of it and when I went to Providence with my grapama-1 I went out to play with a little girl and I left my dollie down and a boy came and took it and went and broke its eves and buried it. We did not find it_until next day, and it was a sight, I tell you!, My grandma wanted to put it in the fire, but I brought it to let my paps see it. LOUISE WEBSTER, Age & Baltic. Going to Beat Them Al. Dear Uncle Jed: A Ilittle while age Mr. Brundage, our supervisor in agri- culture, had us study about forests. I Jearned that all the civilized na- tions except China have looked after the forest. United States has hardly begun to protect, preserve and carefully use her forests. Japan has a well developed forvest. She has a national forest school. Ru like United States, has vast forest land; but Russia gives it ‘sys- tematic care. Switzerland ranks high in forestry. In Canada the government the timber, but keeps the land. they have fire guards. Cape of Good Hope, way down in the southern part of Africa, mas & forest system. British India took | thirty vears to build up a forest. forest service there is great. In Germany the forests are Tunder the supervision of the government. { Every time a tree is cut one has to de planted to take its place. The United States has Jjust but now that we have start going to beat all the other maf MAURICE WHITEHOUSE, Age 12 Mt. Hope. we‘n Shep Wakes Him Every Merning. My Dear Uncle Jed: I have & fine Bver: morning he stands under my 'M' and barks for me to get u ‘h' him something te eat. He 10 eat bread and cake, and sometimes I give him meat. I have a little harness and wa.m and hitch Shep up every day. carries my little sister or me about I.n the wagon, and at night we bring in wood with our wagon. Last week I hitched him into the sled and he pulled me about on the ice. Sometimes he lplayx:dhnn with me, but he likes to play hide and go seek best. We run and hide and Shep. He looks around until bhe finds us and then runs back to the goel When I come from school he alwmys runs way down the road to mest mas, and see if I have anything for him. I wish_you could see my Gog. RAYMOND SULLIVAN, Age 8, Colchester. How Major Behaves. Dear Uncie Jed: lemnflml might write to you about m{ 1 & He is | hm neck. He follows me al around the house and sometimes 1 don’t know it When he is hungry he will bark for | something to eat. One day 1 was just going in te the kitchen when I felt something puiling at my feet. When I looked dowmn, you can’t guess what I saw. Major was pulling at my shoestring! He had unlaced my shoe! I took him wp in my erms and he stuck his nose right in my face as much as to say: “I dédn’t do any- thing.” One day my mother callted me vh- I was looking at a picture book. laid my book on v.hetnblea.ndwm see what she wanted. When 1 got there, what do you m T saw? Major was Up OD Iy memia's shoulder chewing a piece of paper that 1 was going to take to school that day. FLORENCE AUSTIN, Ags 8. ‘Wauregan. Resinol for uns:ghtly skin eruptions IMPLES,; blackheads, rasl 7iny P worm lnd, worst of ail,’ mt l‘: iicking, scaly torment, eczema, van- ish when you ues Resinol O tment and Resinol Sozp. 2ven though yourskiais © umx;htdy with ervption that you shan io;r friends and your irfeads you, inol is slmost sure to make it elesr and healshy, quickly, easily and at tr ing cost. es: 0l Oiz =ment and Resinol Bozp bave been ibed for pinetesn yuu for just such skin troubles as your: om-.m u‘d"fiflfu o r "fi: wubstisutes, they are NOT “fust jots of fun playing this. Somstimes for our kitehen floor we would get the fine white sand in a big hole up past our house: ‘Fhe other night, coming 2rom senool. We saw a great many tracks | the snow. There were rabbit and blrd tracks, The pird tracks looked like M. J. FIELDS . . . . 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