Norwich Bulletin Newspaper, May 14, 1914, Page 9

i -~ “Whatever you are—Be that] ‘Whatever you say—Be trusl Straightforwardly act, Be honest—in fact, Be nobody else.but you." POETRY. Little Boy. 1. Oh! little boy with eves so brown ‘Whose dimpling smiles owned ne'er a frown, thl:: hivc you gone, whom once I oew 7 ‘With fiying time, have you flown too 2; Oh! little boy with golden hair And round, and wondrous baby stare, You used to sit in my elbow A snug and perfect fit, you know. i 3, You used to toddle, if you please Though never, never did you tease, ©Oh! little boy who boasted then Not many inches more than ten. WIDE AWAKE C ‘- BOYS AND GIBLS DEPARTMENT | ?|{glad my letter was . !iwin a prize. .perats .mone and there are always IRCLE abundant rains in the tropics. Most of the New England cities get a water supply at their door—within 5 or 6 miles—but Boston and its as- sociated cities go 35 or 40 miles for their water supply and some of the Pacific coast cities about 250 miles. It i3 where they do not have a rain- fall sufficient to meet the needs of a great assembly of people that they have to go long distances to pond wa- ter to drink. LETTERS OF ACKNOWLEDGMENT Janice M. Grant, of Mt. Hope—I ‘want to thank you for another nice prize book which you sent me, The Meadow Brook Girls Afloat. I en- Jjoyed reading it very much. Rose Breckenridge, of Norwich—I thank you’ very much for the prize book I got from Uncle Jed, Mother Na- ture Stories. I have read it through and found it very interesting. Harrittie Moucher, of Versailles—I thank you very much for the prize book you sent me. I like it verp much.” I have réad it through. I am good enough to m Griswold, of Norwich Town —1I thank you very much for the prize book you sent me. I have read it and found it very interesting. Winners of Prize Books. 1—Richard Tobin, of Norwich— Meadow-Brook Girls Under Canvas. 2—W. Herbert Larkam, of Norwich *| Town—Faith Gartney’s Girlhood. 4. Where are you now? whom once I vow T loved so well, I'll yet allow, The memory of a happy day My heart and mind, again te sway. 5. Just where your tiny feet once stood Now stands a tall, fair youth, so good, ‘Within those same, brown, tender eves Love looks beyond to future skies. 6. Those chubby hands, now large and strong ‘Will soon be glad to steer along Another craft, on life’s flood tide, ‘Will I, perhaps, be at side? T. Oh! little boy. you've gone, oh- yes Tve but a little golden tress, Reminding me again, and oft When you were sweet, and young and soft, LS s And in your place, I'm proud to show ‘What I now reap, what I did sow, And yet, vour mother's greatest jov Is that you're still her little boy! UNCLE JED'S TALK TO WIDE- AWAKES, I think we will talk a little more about rains, for they do not have April showers in all parts of the world. ‘The Sun summons the mists on high, the winds carry the ciouds to the zone of distribution, and the esel air cur- rents- condense the mist and return in rain the water to different parts of the earth, Here in New England we are apt to be surprised by a shower in the sum- mer months most any time, but on the Pactfic’ coast, as well as on other parts of the globe, they have a wet season and a dry season so well defined that they know when to go prepared for rain end when not to. It is well known to those who study the weather that three in every five years may be wet, with two dry vears; or just the reverse; and that these varfations are mot accidental, but true to some law which regulates ihe diss tribution of water. There are some places where they do not have rains, but have heavy night dews. The Iast report from Aden, a city of 46,000 people in Arabia, bad not had a shower for 23 years: but net many iniles away on the desert the greatest rains ocour, mome 9 inches of rain falling in a few hours and resuiting in great floods; and the roar of the thunder follow- ing the lightning lasts for half an hour; and it is from these regions that the rainiess city of Aden gets fis water supply. ‘We have moderate rains in the tem- | lm fighting over a crumb or worm. 2—Mary A, Burrill, of Stafford Springs—Bockers. 4—Louis Max ,of Norwich—The Tal- isman. g 5—Mary Rybic, of Norwich—The Automobile Girls at Palm Beach. 6—Helen M. Reynolds, of Eagleville —Dreamland. 7—Evon M. Broadhurst, of Norwich —Automobile Girls Along the Hudson. 8—Lillian Brehaut, of East Norwich, N. Y.—Meadow-Brook Giris Afloat. ‘Winners of books living in the city may call at the business office of The Bulletin at any hour after 10 a. m. on Thursday. STORIES WRITTEN BY WIDE- AWAKES. Mr. and Mrs. Sparrow. Perhaps of all the birds the one we know best is the sparrow. Wherever we go we see them in large numbers. In Norwich especially we notice this, for they have all other birds outnum- bered. They are very daring and not always afraid. Sometimes you can come within a few inches of them be- fore they fly away. ‘ The English sparrows are very quar- relsome and often we hear a loud twittering in some bushes and nearly always find out that some sparrows Generally they get so excited over thejr fight that another sparrow car- ries off the prize before t hey aware of it. . Once there were two little speTrows ‘who were looking for a place to build a nest. They found a very nice place in the roof of 2 house. Mr. Sparrow crept in and then found that he could not get out, as some mortar had fallen. Hie wife tried her hardest to pull him out and got very angry. Soon some other sparrows came chirping round to see what was the matter. She took hold of the little prisoner with her beak and pulled so hard that she kill- ed him. Her beak had entered his brain and his head was dreadfully “are Now, 1sn't that a sad story? anyway it showed they must loved each other. FRANK PARDY, Age 13. Norwich. But have The Story of Rip Van Winkle. Of all the tales of the sketch book the story of Rip Van Winkle is most widely known. Vip Van Winkle has claimed public sympathy ever since his troubles were first given to the world. I think his wife deserves sympathy. Who knows what sorrow she endured on seeing acre after acre of the form going into strange hands as the penalty of her husband’s laziness. What sorrow and vexation Rip Van Winkle escaped as securely sleeping in the mountain hol- low. The seasons came and went. Cannons thundered, war was in all the land, old faces were gone and new JOEY JOY, A ROLLICKING BOY How He Played Hookey Joey Joy waa born to smile If he ‘Wwas not born heir to a fortune. A @mile was the first sign of his con- sciousness of life, and as he advanced in years he developed into a son of laughter. The fact is he would rather Jaugh than ory and because of this he sometimes laughed when other boyrs would have wept. He was full of mischief and before he was five years old he had picked the eyes out of the picture of Satan which adorned the family Bible and Tan away from home to-the river bank to see the fishermen come in from sea and watch the boys bathing in the arm flood tide. This incident leaves no doubt he came to light in a seaport town and sapent his juvenils days by the salt ‘water, where the gulls as well as the swallows sped through the air and the high winds lashed the <water into white-capped waves in the summer time and the rising and falling tide made the heavy ice crack and crash in the short and bleak days of winter. The reason Joey Joy pricked out the eyes of Satan in the family Bible was because he had been told the wicked one watched bad boys, and he thought this would prevent Satan from watch- 1e%ia plsin that. the tho et of Saten s pila at. the thought of worried him more than it should littie folles and that is why be the of deep cisterns to ;e if he eo:ldnt ses m:u.u: with his evs going down to domains, for his Sunday school it certain to him that : as boy out of school without the consent of his parents. It was a wicked game, one that told against his success in life, and he hadn’t the courage to break away. from his naughty companions, so they spent the day on the marshes climbing the five-ton haystacks and jumping off and lolling in the shade of them. This was not a very happy day for him or his fellows, for they had nothing to eat and Charley sprained his ankle jumping from a tall stack and was in such pain he cried and cried; and when it came sundown and time to start for home, Charley only could hop on one foot and the boys had to take turns in acting as crutches for him. They could not carry him, but by leaning upon them he could ~hop and hop, and I guess he never before worked so hard to get home to his mother. And when he got there hun- BTy, tearful and generally miserable, he had to have the doctor. have his aching ankle ‘done up and go supper- less to bed. Charley had finished the game of ng hookey, but the other boys ad not, so they wandered out into the night, while their parents worried and fretted about them and looked for them Wwhere they were not, and had the ‘worry which thoughtless boys by their conduct cause their parents to suffer. ‘When Joey Joy got home he thought Then a volce said: ‘Tl teach away from school!” and nh-’:‘; upon him with such force awaki ;. 5 How many are like Rip Van Winkle? They go to new places, form new ac- s, their attention is ab- strangers in a strange land. The story of Rip Van Winkle is one which will always last and with it will come the thought that the world changes, whether we sleep or wake, and we cl too, and cannot be lost to it no matter if like Rip Van ‘Winkle we pass in slumber the hours others pass in action. RICHARD TOBIN, Age 12. Norwich. " AN INDIAN WAR DANCE. (By Mother Wilson.) How I got to the Indian village and how we lived the first summer, may do_to tell later. Just now it is enough to know that every Indlan girl and several of the boys knew that a pale-faced girl was there, and that she liked to be out-of- doors as well as they, the Indian chil- dren, did. They also saw she was not afraid of insects, the water or firearms (her father was connected with the Robbins & Lawrence company at Windsor," Vermont, that were manufacturers of guns and she had been taught their use even being allowed to help in test- ing the Sharp carbines then being made at Windsor. Her father had long be- fore been a skilled workman at Spring- field, Mass., where Mrs. Wilson was born.) As noted, the Minnesota side of the ‘Mississippi was the home of the Sioux while back a ways in Wisconsin and north of St. Paul was the land of the Chippewa Indian: These two tribes Wwere always at war. Soon after I came a war party re- turned, bringing in five scalps—two children’s, one man’'s and two squaws’ hair from the top of the head. The party had lost six of its own mem- bers and long before the war squad had crossed the disputed ground (to new Hager) a runner had signalled to the watcher on Barn's Bluff their loss and gain. Such a wail as then was heard. Hundreds of human voices all bewail- ing the loss of the braves. So intense was the mind of the squaw fixed on the loss nothing at first seemed to be thought of the scalps. (The squaws do the general mourning.) But the braves had not forgotten nor were they going to let their loss cause any- one else to forget. The Indian makes a drum by stretch- ing hide over something hollow. He also makes a rattle of a long reed of cattail or wood about the size of a gun ramrod and from 2 1-2 to 3 1-2 feet long. This is trimmed at one end with feathers, small bones, etc., to represent deeds and desires, A part of his hair is wound into a small knot on the top of his head, ornamented with cotton, down from the breast of a duck or rabbit, and as many quill feathers fastened in as represented his deeds of bravery. His body .is naked in the summer to the hips and only covered with a breech cloth when celebrating an event like the first one I saw. (At other times he wears a shirt, leggins and a blanket.) His dance is peculiar. It depends on what is the cause. Several are quiet, others musical, and others like ‘this, very noisy. In every dance there are leaders. Indeed, a leader is a necessity in any joint affair and the whole crowd seem to be graded from the chief down. (To be continued.) STORIES WRITTEN BY WIDE- AWAKES. Although this bunny is rather pe- culiar, he is somewhat like all other rabbits. Cotton-tail is noted for his many dangerous adventures about his home, which show that he has a great desire for something exciting. Cotton-tail was born in November, 1913, in the=little ‘“‘underground” house ‘which his parents had worked very dil- igently to procure. In this queer house his wise mother thought it best for him to stay untll he was about a month old, whence he took his first Ppeep at the world. He continued these important views until he became thor- oughly acquainted. As his body and talents grew he a great desire to get acquainted ‘with the garden, having seen his older brother Peter go to and from the gar- den many times a day. ‘At last his mind was made up and he proceeded to crawl through the fence which encircled his home and found himself in the raspberries, where we saw_him frequently playing with Peter. When he found that no harm came to him by going that far he determined to approach the garden and succeeded in getting to the onion and sage bed, where he generally got his meals when he saw fit After he became well acquainted with the things around him he al- lowed me to catch him often and have his picture drawn by my sister, Except for the mourning of Peter, who was supposed to be swallowed up by some heartless animal, Cotton- tail and his family live happily and contentedly in their Jittle home. W. HERBERT LARKHAM, Age 10. Norwich Town. The Prettiest Children. One day a hunter was going through the woods. He said: “I must shoot some little birds today.” He was go- lnfi to a place when he saw some birds | whe: n he met a mother quail. watching the hunter. When she saw he was going near the place where her little ones were she was angry and flew to the nest. Oh, hunter, do not shoot She was "Then shoot your children. know them when I see them?” the hunter said: But how “I will not shall T “‘Oh,” answered the mother, “my children are the prettiest in the ‘wood.” Then the hunter went away. When he came back he held a string of little quails. ‘When the mother saw them she be- gan to cry. The hunter asked her what was the matter. She said: “You have killed my lit- tle ones ” The hunter said: “I thought your chiléren were the prettiest. These are ugly birds.” “Did you know every mother thinks her own children the prettiest?” ISA?]ELLE P. BOBSEIN, Age 11. Norwich. g She Likes Her Schoolmates. My sister and I took a trip to Hart- ford. We rode on the cars and had a very good time. I think I will learn how to sew next year. - We have a lot of snow. My broiher and I go sliding. When we come from school, I like to go sliding. ‘We have some new blackboards in my school room. My teacher likes We have a lot of drawings on the ‘walls of the school room. I like all schoolmates. AGNES RUPPRECHT, Age 10. Gurleyville, My Trip to a Cornfield. ‘We had a trip to a cornfleld. We went two by twe, Soms traveled on ‘foot and some with bicycles. We each had a partner. had-to eount the lots . : causg the le didn't take very care of it. was a brook there, and so it was not very dry. couldn’t grow as well as if i not been a dry season. ~_We had a nice time. We staved th about an hour. It was about 5 o'clock when we started home. I got home at 6 o’clock. ¥ My mother didn't know S much. I liked to do it, too. BERTHA FULLER, Age 10. —— Education. The idea of ular education was brought to "“the New World by our forefathers. - Even in the wilderness, while the wolf prowled about the log- house, and the cry of the wild cat was still heard, the school and even the college were established. A part of the public lands of the Urited States has, from the beginning been set aside for purposes of ed- ucation. The ordinance of 1787 for the government of the the Northwest Ter- ritory devoted “section sixteen of every township” for maintaining pub- lic schools, and, in making this gen- erous provisions, stiuplated that “re- ligion, morality, and knowledge be- ing necessary to good government and the happiness of mankind, schools and the meang-of education shall be forever encouraged. In 1848, when Oregon was organ ized as a térritory the “thirty-sixth section” was- also set apart for schools; and since then each new state has received both sections for ed- ucational purposes.” At various times, also, other lands have been given, so that in all about 140,000,000 acres have been devoted to the states for the support of com- mon schools. Congress took time to consider a bill (1862) granting 30,000 acres of public lands for every senator and resentative in congress, in order to maintain, in each state, what has since been known as the Agricultural College. In the United States the progress of education has been marvelous. In- stead of nine colleges, as in pre-Rev- olutionary times, there are flve hun- dred, several of which are worth over $10,000,000 and many over $1,- 000,000. The common school is fosteréd in every part of the country. The daily free school bell now calls together, over 15,000,000 children, who are be- ing. educated at an annual expense of over $200,000,000. JESSIE BREHAUT. East Norwich, N. Y. The Accident. One day, when I was about ten vears old, my brothers and I went down to our neighbors to have some corn shelled. When we zot down to the house it was about two o'clock, and we started to shell some corn at once. After awhile I became cold and tired S0 my brothers told me to go and watch the horse. I sat on the seat and walted. When ajl at once the horse became tired afd started to run home. The woman in the house looked around and when she saw me In the wazon she told me to jump out, so I dia. My brothers ran after the horse, as the horse reached the gate the wagon hit the post and would have tipped over and the corn out, if my brothers | had not caught him in time. He then brought the horse back and when we had put-the corn in we went home. » When we got home it was five o’clock. T was very thankful for safety. VERONICA ROCHELEAU, Age 11. North Franklin. A Trip to Riverside Park. Last summer my mother, sister and I were visiting my aunt in New Lon- don. My mother and sister went home on a Wednesday, but I stayed till the next Saturday. Thursday morning T went with my aunt and cousins to Riverside Park. We walked all the way but stopped to rest at Williams Park. After we got rested we walked a long distance until we reached the park. As we were hungry we ate our lunch which \we had brought with us. Then we played around with the swings. We thought we would go in wading. We had just about got in the water when we heard the sounds of distant thunder. We put on our things hurriedly and started for home as fast as we could. We were going to take the car, but not seeing any in sight and not knowing what time it was we thought we could get home quicker by walk- ing. When we got about half way home it pcured in perfect torrents. As the home of one of my friends was a little way in the dis- tance we ran to it as fast as we could, staying there until the show- er was over. We then started for my cousin’s house. We all were wet but none of us caught cold. The next Saturday T went home aft- er spending a very pleasant week. GLADYS NEWBURY, Age 12. Norwich. A Vase. T was once a large piece of glass. I was formed Into a beautiful vase. My first experience in life was being packed into a box with many, many other vase: I was brought to a store, was un- packed, and putsin a show case. One day a lady and a gentleman came in- to the store. They asked the clerk if he would take me out. The clerk did so, and handed me to the lady. After they had examined me the lady said “I will -take this one.” The clerk put me into a box and handed me to the man. Then I was taken to their home. The lady put me on a table. The next day a little girl came into the room and put some water and some | flowers into me. The flowers very pretty, but they soon died. I enjoyed myself very much at my new home. But T am sorry to =ay my life ended very unhapply. One day a lady came into the room to dust. She had just dusted the table when down I" went and broke into many pieces. This ended my happy life. GERALDINE ENOS, Age 11 were Once in the little town of Atri the king hung a bell in the market place. It was polished until it was almost as bright as the sun and a long rope was attached to it so that even the smal- lest child in the village could reach it. The bell had hung there for a long, long time. In that time many wrongs had been righted and many people had been punished. The rope had become shorter so that only the tallest person might reach it. if a chlld should be The judges gave order that another rope should be put in at once. But there was not another such rope in Atrl It would be necessary to send across the mountains and it would be many days before a messenger could If a child should be wronged eould the judges know? “Let me fix it for you,” said “hrought ‘& long_Srapev a small - a farm- near by with T will let him out to get what he can. If he starves to death so much the T.” So the old steed was driven out, glad to find a thistle or a blade of The boys threw stones at hsm and the dogs barked at him. There was no one to care for him. One hot, dusty day as he was plod- ding slowly along the road he wand- ered ‘into the market place. The streets. were deserted. The heat had driven all the people indoors. He as - done - me- Wrong. saw the green leaves on the mpe-1 vine. He stretched his thin neck for them and then the bell rang. It seem- | ed to say over and over slowly, and solemnly. “Some - one - Oh-judges-come. The judges put on their robes and started on the dusty road. They won- dered who could be in trouble on that | hot day. As they were coming in the/ gateway they saw the horse and knew it was the one that belonged to the miser. By this time people had | crowded around to see what had hap-| pened. All were ready to tell how ! they had seen the poor creature onf | the m.i/ i | " “Call tife miser before us,” said the! | judges. They ordered that one half| of all his gold be set aside to provide the faithful beast with a good stall ! a good pasture, and plenty of hay and oats. MARY A. BURRILL, Age 11. Stafford Springs. Colonial Church Ways. The colonists were very much in ear- | nest about their religious ideas -and customs. At some time in most of the coloniesg all persons were compelled to attend church on Sunday. The minis- ter was usually the most highly edu- cated person in his neighborhood, and was looked up to with great respect by ; all classes of people. They asked his | advice in family matters as well as in | public affairs. The ministers had most influence in New England, and were often called in by the governors and | judges to advise them in regard to the government. In most of the colonies the Sabbath was kept very strictly. Little work was done in the home, and none out of doors. The people went to church and heard very long sermons. The church buildings were plain and in the north- ern colonies very uncomfortable in the winter, since there was nc way of { heating them. The men wore their heavy coats ard women brought heat- ed stones for their hands and feet. In New England, if persons fell asleep during the service, an officer tapped them on the head with a rod, some- | times gently and sometimes severely. | LILLIAN BREHAUT, Age 15. East Norwich, N. Y. The Adventures of a Postage Stamp. | T am e red postage stamp, now cov- 1ered with dust, but T was once as | bright and new as the rest. I will tell you my adventures, said the stamp to the old rusty pen near it. { T cannot remember my earllest days, | but I know I was once carried from a large paper factory to a drug store. On | | the way we had great fun and in the drug store, I was also happy. One day a boy: came in and bought | me for cne cent. He wee my back and placed me near the end of an envelope. He threw me into a green box and in | half an hour a letter carrier took me | to a large building called a postofflec. | There 1 nearly escaped with my life. | { They pressed something heavy on me and the marks are there yet. | T was not there long and so couldn’t look around me. A great number of envelopes were picked out and put on a train. I was among them. After having a pleasant journey we were taken to a new postoffice. 1 was given to a letter carrier who held me in his hand. After marching through a few streets he dropped me in this house. The little boy picked me up and af- ter looking at me he smiled and told me I was very useful. At last he tore me off and threw me {in here. - I don’'t think I'm of much | use now, do you? LOUIS MARXE. i Norwich. LETTERS TO UNCLE JED: How the Robins Build. Dear Uncle Jed: Last spring I was | ! sitting under a tree watching two | robins building a nest. \ They carried mud for one day, and | the next day they carried blades of dry | | grass. They were twisting and plaster- | ing it with their bills till at last they | had made a fine nest. it happened that some chicken feath- ers laid under the tree. The robins flew down and picked them up care- fuily. Ther they began twisting and plastering again. About a week later I climbed up the tree and there was one blue egg, then in two weeks there were four eggs. The mother bird sat in the nest all day. At night she still remained on her nest. The father bird sat by her| on a limb with one eye shut and the other eye open. In three weeks there were four little robins. A few weeks later the four little| robins were old enough to fly and were | i getting their own food. H The tather and mother were very proud of them. ' MARY RYBIC, Age 13. Mansfield. Industrious Girls. | Dear Ucle Jed: as ihe school has closed this afternoon for the teacher to | go to a teachers’ meeting, I thought I would write a story to you. Both the boys and the girls had been studying agricuiture at school tiil the beginning of the spring term. Then Mr. Brundage arranged it so the j girls from Storrs, Mansfield Four Cor- ners and Gurleyville and Eagleville school could go up to Storrs each Sat- urday to take sewing lessons. 4 We began taking lessons April 18th and we haven't missed going up and taking our lesson once. The sewing teacher is very nice. We began mak. ing dusting caps and have them most done now. We have a very nice time up there We begin at 9.30 a. m. until 111 a. m. Sometimes we don’t get out | unzil 11.30 a. m. There are four of us girls and we go together from my house three miles through the woods to Storrs. We have a real pleasant time hearing the birds sing, as it is a woody road. We watch to see the new birds and flowers from one week to the next. We have lunch to eat on the way. Saturday «« . 3 ber Eed Acid Mouth™ Dental anmof tell us that 95 out of every 100 per- sons have ‘‘acid mouth,” the recognized cause of tooth- decay. But science has found a ‘way out. Follow your dentist’s advice and use— Pebeco Tooth Paste For Pebeco really does pre- serve teeth while it cleanses them. Pebeco really does pre- vent ‘‘acid mouth” from dis- integrating your tooth enamel. Pebeco thus really does pro- tect the soft interior structure of the teeth from the attacks of decay bacteria, which can only harm the teeth by pene- trating the enamel. ’ 20 years’ success proves Pebeco’s saving power. A few weeks will prove its cleansing, whitening and polishing per- fection. Itis a real pleasure to use it. Ten-Day Trial Tube and Acid Test Papers to Test your Mouth for Acid—Sent Free Lehn & Fink 120 William Street New York played games of all kinds. It was very cool there on a hot summer day. In August two of my cousins came to visit me. My cousins and I decided to sleep a few nights in the tent. We had lots of fun getting ready for bed. This is how we made the bed: We had a spare spring, a matiress stored away. My mother gave us permission to use them, which we placed on the ground; then with other bedding add- ed made us quite comfortable. Just as we snuggled down to go to sleep my cousin felt something scft and fuzzy rubbing against her face. We got a little scared, because we didn't know what it was; but it was only a little pussy cat which wanted to sleep with us. We chased it away. We soon fell asleep and did not awake until morning. We intend to sleep out this summer if my cousins come again. EVON MARY BROADHURST, Age 13, Norwich. A Brave Act. Dear Uncle Jed: In springtime, be- fore the frozen scil has thawed, heavy rains and melting snow often causes the rivers to spread far and wide over their flood plains. About a year ago one of the Ohio rivers overflowed its banks and caused a bridge to float away. There was a house not far away, from which a iit- tle boy saw the bridge floating away, and ran to try to save it, but it was too late. He quickly ran where trains go by and stood in front of one and made motions for the engineer to stop, but the angry engineer blew his whis- tle for him to get off the track. He stood there, and didn’t move, so them the angry engineer knew that thers was some danger. MARTHA CASPER, Age 14 Colchester. His School. Dear Uncle Jed: I am going to tell you about my school. I have to study lots of lessons in school. 1 study spelling, geography, reading, physiolo- gy, language, agriculture and arithme- tic. My school have a very high flagpole. fond of putting the flag up. I go on my bicycle every day to school. I like to ride it. Sometimes I go to Willimantic, but not very often. In winter we have a jolly time sid- ing down hill at school on double rip- pers. LOUIS POLLOCK, Age 1L Eagleville. is painted white. We I am very D.D. D. - . Prescription —for 15 years the standard skin rem- edy—a liquid used externally—inszant relief from all kinds of itch. D. D. D. Soap the mildest of cleansers—keeps the skin always clean and healthy. Overhauling and Repair Work —OF ALL KINDS ON— “UTOMOBILES, CARRIAGES. v - ~S, TRUCKS and CAMTS. Mechanical repalrs. nainting, trim ming. Zpholetering and woed woric - nemutiung n all its branches. American House FARREL & BSANDERSON. Props