Norwich Bulletin Newspaper, June 4, 1914, Page 9

all communicatiens to Un~ cle Jed, Bulletin Office. “Wkatever you are—Be that! . Whatever you say—Be truel Suraightforwardly agt, Be honest—in fact, Be nobody elee but you. POETRY. THE CHILDREN. “One, Two, Three.” It was an old, old, old lady, And a boy who was half-past three; And the way that they played to- gether ‘Was beautiful to see. She couldn’t go running and jumping, And the boy, no more could he, - For he was a thin little fellow, With a thin, little, twisted knee. They sat in the yellow sunlight, Out_under the maple tree; And the game that they played I'll tell you, Just as it was told to me. It was Hide-and-Go-Seek they were playing, Though you'd never have known it to be— With an old, old, old, old lady. And a boy with a twisted knee. ‘The boy would bend his face down On his one little sound right knee, And he'd guess where she was hiding, In guesses One, Two, Three! “You are in the china closet! Herwould cry, and jaugh with glee— It wasn't the china closet; But he still had Two and Three, “You are up in papa’s big bedroom. In the chest with the queer old key!" | And she said: “You are warm- and warmer; 3 But you are not quite right,” said she. “It can’t be the littlg cupboard ‘Where mamma'’s things used to be— 8o it must be the clothes-press, Gran'- mal!” And he found her with hig Three. Then she covered her face with her fingers, That were wrinkied and white and wee, And she guessed where the boy was hiding, With a One anda Two and a Three. | And they never had stirred from their Dlaces, Right under the maple tree— This old, old, old, old lady, And_the boy knee— This dear, dear, dear, dear old lady. Ang the boy who was half-past three. —H. C, Bunner, in Seribner's Maga- UNCLE JEDFTILK TO WIDE- AWAKES. T think it necessary to talk about thonesty, for some of the Wide-Awakes have not a good idea of the value of | doing things right. Uncle Jed is prompted to this by let- ters written him by two lads living in different places several miles apart, entitled “The Fish 1 Didnt Catch,” which were copled froth some paper or book, word for word. If there had been but one, a book would have been sent to the copyist, because Uncle Jed would have thought he wrote the st himseif. They were hoth consigned to the waste basket. Uncle Jed does not expect his Wide- s to copy steries and pass them off for their own, and any bo won this way is not fairly won. Itis a cheat e Jed with the lame little ! bad been -aware that an ' way, It does not harm Uncle Jed or The Bulletin to have this happen, but it does hurt any boy or girl who fndul- ges In the practice by making him or her conmsclous of their own meanness. They know some other boy or girl de- served the book awarded to them and ‘would have received it had not Uncle Jed been deceived. A thing dishonestly acquired always reminds the possessor of his guilt. If no one else knows It he does—and it will remind him of his dishonesty just as long as it is in his sight, if it be for a.lifetime. A book honestly won brings joy not condemnation to the heart of the boy or girl who possesses it—it is a sym- bol of meritorious work and an honor to the owner as long as he lves. It radiates goodness and inspires one with ambition to achieve success’ in other fields. Things dishonestly acquired are cost- ly to the possessor, for they give rise only to thoughts which create fear. That thought, “L wouldn't have it known for the world!” is an ever-nag- ging secret, a constant source of ser- row and -regret. What an awful price that is for® one of those little books Uncle Jed sends out! He is.glad these copyists were found out for their sakes; and he feels sure | they will not be caught again trying to | take books in this way. There is al- ways joy in honesty, while dishonesty is always a cause of regret and pain. It is well to remember this, as it will help one to resist temptation. LETTERS OF ACKNOWLEDGMENT. Clark Standish of Lebanon: I thank you very much for the prize book that you sent me. The name of it was A Child’s Garden of Verses. I am sorry that I did not write and thank you for it before, but I was busy and could not write before. Harriet Perkins thank you very much for the lovely prize book you sent me. I read it through and like it very much. Mary Rybic of Mansfield: I received the prize book and find it very intef- of Colchester: j esting. Thank vou. | Eric Gilbert of Danielson: Thank vou very much for my prize book. I have read some of it and I think it is | very good. W. Herbert Larkham of Norwich Town, I receiyed with much pleasure the prize book entitled Faith Gartney's | Girlhood last week. I have read some lin it and think it very interesting. I thank vou very much for it. WINNERS OF PRIZE BOOKS. 1—Elizabeth Parker of Mansfield, Dearest Dot and the Dog. Mary A. Burrill 2 of _ Staffora at High School. 3—Flora Lambert of Attawaugan, Automobile Girls Along the Hudson. tomobile Girls in the Berkshires. 5—Alice M. Gorman of Versaille: The Meadow-Brook Giris Under Can | vas. 6—Helen Wisneskie of Yantic, Mead- ow-Brook Girls Afloat. | _7—Alice M. Buckley of Norwich, Meadow - Brook Girls Across Country. | 8—Joseph-W. Prue of Eagleville, Boy. ! Scouts-of America. } _The winners of books living | city may call at The Bulletin bus {office on Thursday for them at any | hour after 10 a. m. INDIAN BURIALS. 0 the 0Ola Mother Wilsen héen voritten about Tn Much has als that the of top of o side ‘sordering th re. These steep on the sid but could be approach- JOEY J0Y, A ROLLICKING BOY Back to School Again. D ot TS SRR EESUEE I S— +down to breakfast resolved to go to school there was quite a conflict of doubt and fear in his mind. There are when a boy looks and feels n. s _mother noticed he was not cu do not know how glad me teel when you resolve to do right. I guees the teacher will not be hard with you if you o right in like a little mun.” “L wi ali.over,” said Joe: it make a chap feel mean. If I'd only known what playing hookey meant, 1 shouldn’t have been in such a scrape. I never thought it meant such a scrape as this.” “We all make mistakes,” said Mrs. Joy, “and when we realize we have Zone wrong we should then hasten to do right, whatever the cost.” I can’t tell anybody how ashamed I * said Joey, “but I'm going right again this morning. He did not eat very heartily and the last beil was ringing when he left home, for he did not want to stand , and she greeted him cheerfully, | When Joey Joy awoke and: came |the pupils giggle and the master all lcome and take me to the asylum. | the angrier, and he was dragged into i the recitation room and advised to | quiet down and be respectful; but who ever knew a person insane with anger to quiet down. | Matters went from bad to worse in {the recitation room and the master went for his rawhide and Joey slipped down the cellar stairs just to finda better battleground. When the master returned and found Joey had gone { down cellar he called to him to come {up_and Joey refused to obe: | Joey.was in utter rebellion and he ihad a plan to escape the flogging which was to give the master a run for his pairs, fly upstairs and lock him down and then leave for home. As Joey did not come up the mas- ter with his ‘rawhide went into- the cellar ang a lively dodging and sprint- iing match was the result, and the old rawhide lash snapped, but Joey never j received a_blow. Finally he made a dash for the stairs to completé his plot, but the lash of the rawhide acting as a lasso caught Joey Joy by the ankle and he sround with the scholars §and be greeted as a runaway. When he reach- ed the schoothouse the boys were al- most all in and the master was stand- ing in the door looking pleasant and as Joey approached he said, smiling: “Giad to see you back, Joey! Come right in!” “I'm glad to be back, sir,” said Joey, and the thermometer of hope rose to 70 degrees in the shade right away, He went confidently to his seat and he thought the worst was over, The scripture lesson was reéad and the master made a nice preyer,asking the Lord to love and to bless-each and every pupil. There was Such an at- mosphere of peace in the reom that Joey did not think anything serous ould take place. ‘When the master ceased te petition the the spirit of rebeilion stirred “L 1-5“0?5{*»51;.%% o oo, & ard Wwas a prisoner and his plan_had fail- od. He did not understand the art of surrendering and the teacher wa¥ too heated and inconsiderate to par- ley with him. He was rawhided and when he went home he was as striped as_ g, zebra because of the red welits upon his body, % It was over a: an awful price and Joey Joy tried to see the justice ef it, but he ceuldn’t. The boys liked Joey. because he was a fighter, and tha was why. the teacher didn't like him. When he went home he didn't leok eny happier than when he left in the pmorning, he didn't feel any better and his evelids were red with weeping, whieh his mether neticed, but she did Bot say anything and he 'did not eem- plain, He “did net dare to tell of his trouble with the teacher for fear his 3 father weuid. k it Reeessary to add a thrashing to maké the sum total cempleté, In those Bible-read- ing, praying days they did not dare spare the rod for fear they would spoil the ehild, There was ne ehance for Joey Joy to be spoiled in thdt way—he saw nothing for himseif in life but a fight- ing chance and he was'in the comflict 1 Springs, Grace Harlowe's Senior Year | 4—Harriet Perkins of Colchester, Au- | iness” story iast time he ever | or mats, were control, ors. One morning I was awakened be- Te sunrise by the most deafening Wwail, mournful, without intermission and having waves of loudness. It was the squaws mourning the death of The Indian men sat around in circles with biankets or skins drawn over their heads. The squawe march- ed ebout one of their bark houses While crying or sat on the ground rocking their bodies backwards and forwards. There was no system, yet all hap- pened in a certain order as if direct- ed by a custom or programme. This mourning was kept up for days, then the body was conveved at night to a platform of poles near the shalow graves for temporary honor—if in summer or fastened to the poles in winter. Such wailing, depositing tools and articles were done while the braves sang a “hayer, hayer, hay, told the good points of the departed and the squaws left food for his use in_another life, Not until sunset of the day of burial were the voices silent and the place deserted, - The “hayer, hayer, hay,” song is re- peated slowly and 'in various tones, while a trimmed reed or rod is shaken in ture with the words. An old tree stump nearly 12 feet high, all hollowed out, had & thin skin drawn tightly over the top and was used as a drum. Its music could be heard for miles. STORIES WRITTEN BY WIDE- AWAKES. Bessie’s Pillow Garden. Bessie was nearly over the measles. As she lay in bed watching her broth- er and sisters playing games out of doors, she wished she would play, too. Her mother was in Bessie'’s ‘Toom, mending her new dress. Bessie asked her mamma If there was anything she could play. Mamma said she could call each pil- low a flower bed and have a make- believe garden. “This s a pansy bed.” said Bessie. “Here are roses, lilies, petunias, mari- golds and pinks,” said sne. “John,” said she to her make-be- lieve gardener, “weed and water my | garden.” | John went to work. Soon he had his work done; then Bessie had him fill {every vase in the house. 'After that | John carried a big bunch of flowers to the hospital. Mamma soon went out. When she came into Bessie's room Bessle was asleep among her flowers, BLIZABETH PARKHER, Age 12. Mansfield. | The Bird-Woman. | The Bird-Woman was an Indian. She | showed the white men the way into | the west. - There were no roads in the west then. | That was one hundred years ago. | This Indian woman took the white |men across streams, over hills, | through bushes. | She seemed to find her way as a bird | does. a bird.” / “We will call her the Bird-Woman.” Her Indian name was Sacajawca. HARRIETTE BOUCHU, Age 9. Versailles, Ella. One night as I was walking home my attention was arrested by a soft, sweet voice. Turning around, I found at my elbow a pretty little girl who | beszed to be directed to a certain | | street in a distant quarter of the city. | | Her clothes were poor and ragsed and there were tears in her blue eves. The child interested me, and as we walked along she told me the saddest I had ever heard. Her name | was” Ella, she said, and she and an- other gir! lived in some sort of a shed on Pleasant street,a dreadful place, 1 remembered, dofvn near the docks. “Can’t you tell me all about it from { the besinnin; 1 asked. father was a drunkard. We used to live in a little tenement with two | rooms. Father earned plenty of | money, but he spent it sometimes for drink. " Then he would strike my moth- er and beat me. Mother used to cry {all the time. She hid the little money she earned washing to support herseif and me. “We went on in this way for seven ars. At last mother died. I used to sit by her grave every day and cry. | One day my grandmother drove up in a | carriage and took me away. My father | was very angry and tried to get me back; but grandma kept me out of his way. I1lved with her three years, such happy years, afd then she, too, died. | I was very sorry and thought my fa- | ther would take me back; but no one knew where he was. “Someone told me two mén would 1 { did not know what kind of a place it { was, and I did not want to go there, so |1 ran away and have been wandering {about for a vear, selling little things and getting whatever I could. I stay with another girl at night. Her name is Jenny, and she has no folks, either. She steals to get a living, but I don't. “I have told you my story, and now will you please tell me which street to taker } ou must not go back there,” T said “I will take you home with me. I hav. a little sister that is just about your e The girl was crying, but she put her hand trustingly in mine. Elia and the little sister are great chums. MARY A. BURRILL, Age 12. Stafford Springs. The True Blue Club. Our club consisted of four girl mem- bers, and later we increased it to six members. We were supposed to take turns in having a meeting at each other’s houses. Wo voted for the secretaries once a month. When the meetings were held at my house I had to offer them some- thing to eat and drink. Every member had to do her part in these meetings, either read, or sing something. ‘e were supposed to each give a penny a week and with this money we botight club pins, on which was inscribed the words “True Blue.” We wore these to school and had a secret name which we did not tell. The clu’ broke up not long ago and we will have another one. FLORA LAMBERT, Attawaugan, Age 12 The Red Man, At the time Ceolumbus diseovered Ameriea, it was the home of the red man, er Indian, as he is called, There are new very few Indiams in the eastern past of our land, but many still live among the high mountains Igi'hol the great plaing of the west. e Indians did not live in houses, as we do. They lived in tents which they called wigwams. These Wigwams were made of long peles which met at the top, and were covered with skins ‘spent most of his time The white men said: “She goes like | After a few minutes, she began: “My | Mohegan, : Sedatel A Pencil. I am a litte blue 11, @ large codar tree. One day a cart came into the woods with six men in it. One man said, 1 “This Is the best tree here, so We will cut it down. crash, crash went e tree, and it fell to the ground. ey took me to the bank of |the savers are always waiting. Frank |also. a river;. they left me there’for' two days, then took me to a lumber fac- tory where I.was cut up into logs; then I was put Into a large machine something up on the sand by his feet. When he looked at it he found it was a bottle. ‘He broke it on a rock and found a note inside. It read like this: was “Spru a leak last night when the |mals. 5 = &and want heip. The They did not have-horses, cattle or storm was raging boys are trying to pump it out” Sign- ed, U. 8. S. Nebraska. ’ As soon as Frank read it he thought of his brother, who was at sea, he did not know on which ship. He ran to the life saving station, where ‘was always a friend of the savers and always went with them. The captain took the note and read it. Then he gave his orders and all “of copper and they spoke a dif- ferent language. - Most of the Indians lived in small huts c wigwams, which they made from bark of trees and gkins of ani- sheep, but most of the tribes had dogs for hunting. The Indians had no tools or weepons made of iron or steel, but they made knives and hatchets fronf pieces of flint. They used bows and arrows The women, or squaws, did most of the work. They hoed corn and fo- bacco, with clam shells. They did the eooking. sewing and moving. ‘The Wwhere I was cut into little round [the men jumped up and launched a |men did the hunting, fishing and fight- Sticks; then I was opened and large sticks of lead were put into me. Then I was sent to a factory, where | na island they heard a call for help. | rels between themseives and the white Scme parts of | Then they saw the light of a torch. | people. S I was painted blu me were sent to many stores and sold at two cents each. One day a lady came into the store with her little girl. . Oh, mamma!” said the little girl, “these are the pencils I want” So i was wrapped up in paper and put in the little girl's hand. ‘When she got home she showed me to her papa. Then she put me in a box and took me to school. The first thing she did was to put me in a pencil sharpener- then she took me to a large desk, where I saw many ‘beautiful sights. Then N got very small and she threw me in the waste basket. Then 2 boy who emptied the threw me in a large fire where I was burned up. The boy stood watching me till T was burned out. So there Ilay in a heap of ashes. ANNA MARIA WHELAN. Norwich, ‘basket My Farm. About three miles from the town of Colchester is a quaint little old farm. It is on the Murphy road crossing which connects the Norwich -turnpske and the Chestnut Hill road. The farm contains a one story and a balf house, a small barn in which is kept a horse and cow. At the end of the barn is a shed and hencoop. In the yard is a market wagon, a lumber wagon and a cultivator. Across the read is a large barn where hay and buckwheat straw_and farming implements are kept. Next to the barn is a yard, an orchard, a pasture and a large meadow. In front of the barn is a littlebrook. It runs very fast. I think it is trying to catch the big brook which runs on the | northern side of the house. HARRIET PERKINS. Colchester, Our Pets. We have a white rat. Her name is Snowdrop. We had another white |rat but she died. We keep Snow- drop in a large box with holes in the. cover to let in the air. We have a horse called Chub, He is brown. He likes candy very much and he will eat it from my hand. When 1 go near him he will stretch out his head to see if he can smell candy. One_ of our chickens gets on his back. She is black and white. She gets on the backs of some of the, other horses, too. She stays in the barn and the horses are careful not to hurt her with their feet. We have a pony called Madge. just came toda: on Her vet. T expect to learn to. We also have a dog called Spot and a cat, Tabby. They are good friends. They eat together sometimes. Tab- by catches many riice: Once we set a trap and a mouse {was caught. Tabby saw it and she could not get it out of the trap. o ! she took the mouse and the trap down stalrs. She had the mouse in her mouth and the mouse’s head was still | in_the trap. I have written about Spot lefore. | My father bought him from a lady { who lived iIn a house near the paper {mill. When we are going past the house she lived and he is with us he goes up to the window and puts his She in. ALICE M. GORMAN, Age 11 | Versailles. The Butterfly. If we catch a butterfly, we can see that thel colors rub off, and there is a kind of dust on the hand. Each | specic of dust is a tiny colored scale. These scales give the colors to the | butterfiy’s wings. First ars the eggs, and they open, and from egch comes a caterpillar, which at once begins to it and it eats until it can eat no itg and it eats until it can eat no more. Then it stays still until its skin bursts, and them it creeps out. After that it starts to eat again, and then it is a full-grown caterpillar. When it cannot grow larger nor eat any more, it fastens itseif on a leaf, or some other thing. Sometimes It spins from its mouth a thread of silk, which it wraps around and around its- self. Covered in this way it grows | smaller and smaller. | After a time it bursts its covering, and a new creature works burst its way | out. | This stays in one place for some { davs, then the skin of this creature };uxsks open, and out cemes a butter- wings are so crumpled up that hard to see them. But if we atch, we shall see it move about, be- gin to spread its wings rise into the air, and then away it goes, looking like a beautiful flower! HELEN WISNESKIE, Age 14. Yantic. The Rosebud Clock. When Ibra was a little girl a clock was given to her. It told time in two ways, by striking and by a rose. The clock struck every quarter hour, and | at half past the hour. The rosebud was just below the dial of the clock, and was made of metal. When it was just after the hour the large green bud began to open; when ‘it was quarter past the hour you could see the red petals: when it was half past the hour it was a half blown rose; i just before the hour it was in fuail btlro;? When the clock finished st ng the rose turned into a green bud again. - ALMA C. ZELZ. Norwich, The Farmer and the Stork. A farmer set a net in his field, to catch the cranes which on his corn. He caught several cranes, and with them a stork. The stork begged the farmer to let him go, He said: “I am not a wicked erane, but a poor, harmiess sterk,” ‘The farmer replied, “That may be true, but I have eaught you with the eranes and yeu must die with them.” HARL O, VARS. Plainfield, The Dog and His Image. A dog with a bit of meat in his ¥aS cror a river, oo so I have not ridden | Went home to his mother. | paws on the window frame and looks | | tiny | came to feed |ty cat. couple of Boats and put on full speed. After they had got out as far as Cari- The savers went as fast. as they could. Soon they came to the littie raft upon which Frank's brother and three more men were being tossed in amongst the waves, They took them aboard and started toward hom The savers won a medal for their good work WILLIAM D. BUCKLEY, Age Il New London. Two Boys and a Pair of Skates. It was Tom's and Ned’s birthday and the boys were still asleep. The clock on the mantle struck seven and out of bed the boys jumped. They dressed very Yast. Then they ran downstairs to see their presents. As they came into the room they caught a gleam of ste They ran and caught up the skates, “Oh, boys. Just then their mother came into the room and they asked permission to g0 to the pond that night. She said “yes,” if their father ap- proved. They waited for father to come into the room, then they asked him, and he said “yes.” They had learnmed to skate a year befSre. That night they skated around for an hour when Tom fell into a hole. Tom. called for help. A man came and helped pull Tom out, and then the boys ran home to get warm. Their mother said they could not go ‘again unless they were sure the ice was strong. GLADYS HELENA RICE, Age 12, Norwich. th.ey are beauties!” sald the The Adventures of a Little Mouse. A long time ago there lived in a wall of a house a_ family of mice. There were three little mice whose names were Pinky, Silver and Furry. There was also a mother. Silver and Furry often made fun of poor little Pinky because hg was the baby of the family, One day Pinky his mother. “Oh, Mother. there is some kind of an animal out here. He is larger than ve are and is covered with long fur.” i ¥ou must not go near that said his mother. “What is its name?” asked Pinky. “It is a cat.” his_mother, with a tremble in her voice. Pinky did not notice this tremble. One day his curiosity grew too great and he ran out of the vard to peek around the corner. When Pounce tne | cat caught Pinky by the ear and car- ried him into a little room. Very soon the cat dropped Pinky and away he came running in to ~“Why Pinky, where have you been?" asked his, mother. “I got caught by the cat” | Pinky. | “But. Pinky. you promised you woula not go near the cat,” sald his mother, | |- “Yes, T know I broke my promise, | said poor little Pinky- ou will have to go to bed now, for said | being such a naughty boy.” sald his | mother. And to bed Pinky had to 2o, When he came down in the morn- {ing his brothers made still more fun of him than usual, KATHARINE HEMPSTEAD, Age 11 Norwich, LETTERS TO UNCLE JED. A Day at the Beach. Dear Uncle Jed: 1 will tell you! about our going to the sea shore last| summer. . | As we had boarders our little auto was not large enough for us all so we | hired an auto truck We decided we should go Sunday morning. It took us all day Saturd: { to_get ready. We started early so we | might stay longer. It was a long ride. When we got there we put up the tent. The water was warm... After dinmer the tide went out and we dug clams. That was the most fun of all At last 1t was time to go home. Everyone would like to have stayed longer, but if we did we would have been late home. 3 On our way home we stopped at a store and bought some ice cream and soda water. We got home at half past ten. Wa | were all tired enough to go to bed. RUTH LAPPIE, Age Il Yantic. Story of Tent Caterpillars. Dear Uncle Jed: I suppose every one of the Wide Awakes know what the tent caterpillar is. This cater- pillar is an insect and passes through four stages in life, first the egg. then larva or small worm, then the pupa or cocoon, and then the full grown moth. The caterpillar lays her eggs In the fall on a cherry, apple or peach twig, covers the eges over with a substancd like shellac so that no birds will harm them, and this is called the tent caterpillar egg mass. In a single mass there is about two hundred tent cater- | pillars. | This egg mass hatches out In the spring along in the latter part of April, or the first part of May. These caterpillars at once look for food and start to eat the leaves off the tree. This insect is a pest to the farm- ers. To get rid of this caterpillar spray the trees with Paris green, or arsen- ate of lead. I think the state has done a good thing by having the children gather the egg masses. I have gathered thousands of these masses, and shall gather more before the contest closes. JOSEPH W. PRUE, Age 13. Eagleville. My Trusty Cat. Dear Uncle Jed: I have a very pret- It is of peculiar stripe and may be called atiger. He has many good qualities in his because he never steals and can be trusted with our canary bird in the same room, day and night. His name is Mutt. W2 all love him dearly. He will lay back in my brother's arms for over a half hour and this is more than he will do for anyone else in_the house. Mutt is quite a high jumper, and can jump over three feet in height. He is also a good ratter and is very fond of playing with little mice when he catches one. A short time ago he caught a mouse and hid it in rub] ing. They had numerous battles or quar- S FORBES, Age 13, Oneco. The Game of the Dollar Mark. Dear Uncle Jed: This is a _new game I have made-principally for s party. and to send to you. “Have all the contestants sit in one row if possible, as far away as they need to be that they may not copy from their neighbors. “Furnish them with paper and pen- cil and have them write down all the letters, figures, or anything they can make from the doliar mark (). This game will prove interesting as well as amusing for people young and old will find pleasure fn it. A prize may be awarded the win- ner, or{there may be no prizes. Wheth- er. prizes are given or mot, I am sure it will furnish amusement the whole time it lasts to young and old alike, and is always interesting to the con- testants. Do not allow anyone te hand in a slip without his or her name on it GEORGE FARRELL, Age T4, Norwich. ’ The Birds, Dear Uncle Jed: I thought T would write to let you know what kinds of birds T have seen this year. The birds I have seen are the Blue Jay, Robin. Red Winged Blackbird, and some Wild Geese. When we were having the coMd weather, a blue jay came and stayed with the pigeons for a few days. Then he flew away. Another time when my brother went out to the barn, he found a_crow. The crow Wwas nearly froze. But when he saw my brother was trying to catch him he flew away. I have hbeen feeding the birds all winter. They came to the door and would pick up the crumbs I threw to them. VERONICA ROCHELEAU, Age 12. North Franklin. Colonel Roosevelt’s Arrival Home. Dear Uncle Jed: When Colonel Roosevelt returned from Brazil all the children from our high school and from the different grades marched down to Oyster Bay, two by two, to meet him. We sang a song to welcome him home entitled “Home Again.” We were each given a flag to take home with us. Colonel Roosevelt gave a_speech in the main street of Oyster Bay. That was the first time I had heard him glve his speech, and also the first time I had seen him. Whije Colonel Roosevelt was in Brazil he shot several animals, the names of which were jaguar, coati- mondi, which is similar to a raceoom and ebont the size of a house cat: nine- ‘out and have to take my clothes off. “1 tried and that did not do sny good. I thought I would go out of my hesd the way I was. Bus after I nmed Cufiom Soap and Olntment they seemed t0 eassena. 1 only used two cakes of Cuticura Seapand two baxesof Cuticura Ointment and is-eck two months to et wd of the eruplion.” (Signed) Mre. Katie F. Stitvis, Ape. 12, 1013, (Cuticura 8oap 26¢. and CuticuraOtntment 50c. are sold everywhers. Liberal sampis of each matied fese, with 32-p. Skin Book. Ad- dress post-card * Cuticura, Dept. T, Boston." s Men Cu- ticura Sospwill COULD NOT - STAND ON FEET Mrs. Baker So Weak—Could Not Do Her Work—Found Relief In Nowel:Way. z{ Adrian, Mich. — I suffered terrib ‘with female weaknessand ot s0 weak that I banded armadillo. which is able to roll | itself up in a ball; the tiny possum, about the size of a large mouse; the Brazilian sloth, which hangs from the branch of & tree; the tapir,“the pee-. fary or South American boar, and the | great ant-eater. FOSSIE BREHAUT. East Norwich, N. Y. With T. R. Silent. When Colonel Roosevelt declines to talk he is immediately credited with being engagzed in an especially ener- getic progrem of thinking—Washing- ton Star. Another Disillusionment. Mellen has at least it clear that the president of a rallroad is not necessarily the man who is bossing the enterprise—Washington Star. 3 Mr. Never Use Bridges. “Meicans blow up bridge to block nston.” The very idea. Don't they know that man has a record as a swimmer —Philadelphia Inquirer. Mr, dompers is undertaking to prove that he and not Mr. Wilson is the real boss of the Democratic party.—Phil- adeiphia Ledger. ALCOHOL 3 PER CENT. A |gnr=:t-.w,—rm s il K kd i - L 3 E‘E . i 15[ iz | o i ¥4 E i %;iil E i I i ; ] i Tl’:.“’mdm 'S 1 seems to be that it 3 not pro- Gazette-