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. called “a Fishing Frog.” vith regard to laws. - s You ‘bear in mind that noth- ing is ‘more common than ignorance, ‘and nothing quite as rare as wisdom. . Those who are not conscious of their misled by their knowledge. The knowledge which does not im- press one of the worth of humility has slipped a cog, and a very impor- tant cog at that, for Lowell says: “humbleness is always grace; always dignity.” ; : . Knowledge is power because it is the one thing which makes men expert and makes them successful. Ignorance was defined 2,000 years ago as “the night of the mind, but a night without moon or star!” Then always bear in mind: “There is Write. you age and ad- ars painly o Hhe botiom ot the Be homnest—in fact, 3 Be nobody else but you.' POETRY. How Clara lllustrated a Poem. Little Clara was told by her teacher to 8, * Like the rest of the class, a fit il- lustration 5 To go with a poem. “Which one shall I take?” one evil—Ignorance.” LETTERS OF ACKNOWLEDGMENT. G sie Brehaut, of East Norwich, N. 8 wish to thank you for.the prize book you sent me which I received Asked Clara, poor child, in some i i : :|last night and started to read when I » got home. 1 have read 'mearly one “The Ol4 Ouken Pychel.” the teacher | nundred: pages. and’ think the book 1s very interesting. I was pleased to see so many of my stories in the Bulletin, I hope some of the Wide Awakes will win as nice a book as I did. Alice M. Buekiey, of Norwich—I re- celved the prize book and was. very glad to get it. I found it very in- teresting and am very thankful to you. n Brehaut, or East Norwich, N. . ‘hank you very much for he lovely prize book you sent me. I have read a great deal of it and I found it very interesting. I was surprised to see so many of my letters in print. I did not think I had written so many. I wish the other Wide-Awakes suc- cess in story writing. George Owen Geer, of Norwich—I was so surprised when I saw the prize bock. I like to read poetry. Thank you very much for it. I am going to try to get another prize, Viola Greene of Colchester—I thank you very much for the prize book you Sent me. I have read it through and like®it very much. Dora Diggins, _orf Willimantic—I thank you very much for the prize book. The name of it was Mistress Moppet. I have read it through and like it. Catherine Riddell, of Oneco—I thank you very much for the prize book sent me. I have read it all. It was very nice. - Frank Pardy, of Norwich—I thank Yyou very much for my nice prize book. I have three of that serfes now. I find them very interesting. Emily Haden, of Norwich—I thank you very much for my prize book. It is very interesting. Alice M. Gorman of Versailles: I Teceived the prize book The Meadow Brook Girls Under Canvas, which you sent me. I have read it through and I think it is the most interesting book I have ever won. I thank you very much for it. “I'll try,” was the answer, and here’s what she drew: A dld-aa three buckets; and off at one = = Some dots loosely scattered, a dozen or two, . *This circle?” asked teacher, “The well,” she said, vexed, “But why have three buckets? Come, Clara, please teil” *“One’s theold oaken bucket; the mossy one next; 2 The third the iron-hound one that hung in the well.” “Of course,” sald the teacher; what are these dots ” I really don’t see just what they have do to With the poem.” “Why, don’t you ™ said Clara. “There spots, ‘Why, they’re the ‘loved spots that my infancy knew.’” —George Jay, in St. Nicholas. UNCLE JED'S TALK TO VYI'DE- AWAKES, 5 [ “but Someone has said: “There is only one good—Knowledge; and only one evil—ignorance!” This is, true. Knowledge lights the way to everything which is true and good and useful; it reveals to the hu- man soul ‘all that is beautiful and gives it power to rise above that which is gross or evil, Ignorance means_darkness. If you have wandered around in the dark and bumped your head or tumbled over things you know something about the accidents and hurts which befall those without light. You are sent to school to awaken in you a thirst fer knowledge—a de- sire to know, because to know the way of life is to find the way eternal which is the highest aim in life. To be proud of what you know is & gross manifestation of ignorance. A great writer has said, “the wise carry their knowledge as they . do. their ‘watches, not for display, but for their owi™use.” Not t6"kmow one’s need of knowledge is the gredfest igmorance. Your teachers are trying to. &waken 4m you a apirit of inquiry so you may be alert in life as to ‘the why and the when and the wherefore because only a knowledge of causes can help you to_check effects which are perilous and might be disastrous. It is pos- sible to be very ed with regard to books and to be densely ignorant ——— The Winners of Prize Books, 1—Mary Davis. of Yantic—Grace Harlowe's Senior Year at High School. 2—Bessie Fox, of Norwich—The Au- tomobile Girls Along the Hudson, 3—Helen Whittaker, of Providence— ‘The Automobile Girls in the Berk- shires. 4—Edward Kuchle, “of Mansfleld Center—The Battleship Boys at Sea. 6—Mary McDonnell,—of Versailles— The Automobile Girls at Palm Beach. T—Helen Wineskie, of Yantic—The Automobile Girls at Chicago. 8&—Paul Werth, of North Franklin— doey doy, A Rollicking Boy ; His Experiences on the Water Joey Joy used to like to go to the whistle to the wind; but Pa believed wharf at low tide, sit on the edge and ‘B"m“’ u‘;dhsohdidd his younger brother, hang his feet over the little channel| . . 80d he had a conviction that the wind came t i that made for small boats, and| some dog:. 0 a whistle better than do ‘watch the gulls in the deep water rest- One day Joey and Bill went with Pa ing from long flights; and incident- on s. lobstering trip and when Pa was ally: aying the fiats for sy alen of ready on the ebb tide to start for life which might show up. home there wasn’t “a hmith of wind,” and it looked like a long pull and a On this September morning he saw P.Mdy ulpluql:ll !m; Pan.h for full nine miles. 5 pulled ai e oars until he fSamething he Dad mever seem: befors:|got tired aud tlen ho rested om his a patch of eel about 300 feet | 02TS and floated with the tide while SRy lntervahmmwhieh s D he tried to whistle up the wind. He ot o Fvie o and. Tound & big had not whistied long when he felt Ehigre ahiai u‘“flk‘ a halibut, but it satisfied a breezeé was springing up so m] 2 My, o’:,‘_hd and beneath it two | 2 Putiup the sail and drew the sheet paws. This fish had been stranded in this shallow water, and to keep the aft and there was no denying that the ‘boat’s headway increased. Pa whistled sun from kLlistering its back it used it's paws to throw water over itself. and Billy whistled and the wind came in asqmuz l:a.nd the waves grew in size and soon became white-crested foam- e T any TiE 28 b oved the|ers, and if the wind was a head wind something which must be attended to. it was better than no wind, though the ran ashore and told a group of to come with him and catch a windward and leeward tack made it ‘boy tw;cetu far home. a h hed. Pretty soon Pa had to reef sall, and 1‘:; ‘fi:g_u; e:otu.l: }3:5 ?&, with a '@ With two small boys in the boat with hook on it big emough to catch. a|Dlim he began to look pale and wor- shark and led the boys to the patch ried. He wasn't whistling for any more of eelgrass where the big fish was_and | Wind, for Le had wind enough; but with some difficuity he got the hook in his jaw and the whole company Billy kept whistling for the wind which was becoming furious notwith- pulled the fish- up on the slip, and with & blue-fish club made from an oar standing his Pa had commanded him handle they pounded him and he to stop. Billy did not stop until P: sald: B i disgorged seven good sized fish as big as medium-sized ‘codfish, and this was why he got left high and dry, for his gluttony had made him too Insensible to his surroundings to go out as was his custom with the tide. No such fish as that was caugnt on the flats again in Joey’s time. It was “You stop whistling, you sir, or T'll throw you overboard! Billy looked scared then and dared not whistle for more wind. Under reefed salls the boat's gun- wales was level with the water, and the spray was splashing over the bow, everything was awash, as the sallor- men say, and ail were getting wet, and just as Pa was going about for the long-leg or windward tack a squall struck her and Pa let go the main | boam and away it went, swinging out over the water and took Joey with it. Joey -held on for dear life, but Pa thought Joey had gope to return no more, when hé saw Joey drop from the boom right into” the bow, as wet as a drowned raf, but as safe and snung as a bug in a rug. “Good-boy! . Joey!” shouted Pa for he realized every boy could not have done as well. 7 Joey crawled back upon the seat with Billy fully prepared to dodge the boom every time it swung over; and looking at Billy he salid: “Dern ye! whistle up the wind some mm‘?‘ will ye!” * Billy didn’t whistle, for like his Pa, he was amazed at the effect of his Joey used to like to go blue-fishing on the river with his father and hold the line. Blue-fish are caught with a bare and they are so fond of eels that the fishermen take a stuffed eel-skin and attach it to the end of their lines with the hook concealed beneat the tail One day when Joey was lying in the stern of the wherry hold- ing the trolling line he to wind the line around his wrist and his fath- er said. “Joey, don’t do that for a big fish might pull you into the water.” Joey didn't unwind the line and he ‘was secretly hoping a fish big enough to pull hixa overboard would get hold, for should like 10 see the fun. He was a scared lad though when a big blue-fish took the bait and started him over the stern of the boat. so spare! 4 ‘and- clubbed to insensibility ’“‘! hook cowld'BE taken fromhis toxhfieln they reached home Joey's Pa 4 i -1 i o 3 . Ever -after who:, ‘blue-fishing- Joey “You would hawe been drowned if . ou had -mnot droppe@ into' the bow of :“pl!s.lwlupho ,7‘ .| own ignorance are in danger of being|or only one good—Knowledge; and oniy for T could never have saved | begging of the missionary e trader to get them away from the mission houses, as I suspected. Mr. Hancock asked two-of the girls about my size to give me a ride in a canoe. At the same time he cautioned me not to attempt to stand up or move wbout in_the water craft. ‘We started for the river. So did the whole mass of Indians. By calls and signs many more, men and boys, had been added ‘to the procession be- ched the river. expected a circus, but I expected a pleasant experience. If the Indlans expected me to show signs of fear they were disappointed. My life on the banks of the Connecticut river hag taught me how to swim and in- stilled a love for all sorts of water sports, But I did not know the various ways of the Indian cance. Something I found easily learned and seldom forgoften. What an innocent affair, that hollowed and boat-shaped log appeared to be. I did not notice as I stepped into the wooden boat the whole crowd were ex- pecting something, or I might have stayed on shore. There are no seats in & canoce. One sits on the bottom: How you sit ang where has an in- fluence, of course. This I did not know but the Indians did. They expected certain results—they got them. We up- set. The girls had “manned” several of the canoes and * with my ex- pertness in swimming and the rather slow current I ornly received a thor- ough wetting. I never saw an Indian who could not smile on occasions, but it took the Indian trader, whose log house was on the high bank nearby, to do the vocal part. How he .did laugh and gesture and when I crawled out of the water and started to walk up the bank his amusement caused me to turn to the Indians, shake my fingers and dare the Indian girls to let me try it agalin. This act won many Indian friends for me, as it suited their minds, MOTHER WILSON. STORIES WRITTEN BY WIDE- My School. I go to the Ballouville school and my teacher’s name is Miss Spaulding. She lives in South Killingly, Connecti- cut. I am in the fourth grade. There are thirty-three children in our room. We have second, third and fourth grades in our room. There are sixteen girls nd seventeen boys. There are seven in the fourth grade, sixteen in the sec- ond grade and ten in the third grade. I ptudy geography, reading, elling, history. arithmetic and physiol . I like to go to school because my room is so pleasant. ALICE HAZEN, Age 9. Ballouville. . The Prafrie Dog. In crossing the United States by any of the transcontinental railways the traveler who looKs out from the car window on the second day west- ward from Chicago is sure to have his attention arrested by colonies of small animals about the size of a cot- ton-tail rabbits. These animals are prairie dogs. Some stand erect at the mouths of their burrows, viewing the passing train; others are engaged in feeding, or running to and fro about the colony. The land they occupy is the broad expanse of level and slightly rolling semi-desert country known as the Great Plain. It ig # that there are about 400,000,000 rie dogs in ';‘exa.a. I would like to see them some ay. TRENE M. MATHIBU, Age 13. Columbia. A Fourth of July Happening. It was on the Fourth of July, 1913, at 1 o'clock. A heavy thunderstorm came up._ It lightened very hard and it struck our house. The room looked as if it was full of fire. Papa went out, but he could not see any damage. He saw the chimney had been struck, but he could not discover any fire. After three hours my sister came in and cried: “Pape, our house is on fire!” > Papa went out, and the flames were just licking the roof. Papa got the | ladder and put a pail of water on the fire. Just then three automobiles came along. Papa cried: “Come on! Carry Water!” They all came and carried water and in a little while the fire was out. PAUL WERTH., Age 12. _ North Franklin. Birds | Have Seen. One day when I was coming home from school I saw a bird whose back wes all black and whose breast was ‘orange. When I got home I looked in a book I had to see what kind of a bird it was. I found it was a Balti- more oriole. ‘Mrs. Oricle has a reputation for be- ing one of the finest nest builders in the world. She wears a yellowish- olive dress with black feathers. Her nest is very small and I don't see how the baby birds.pack into it. It is made of plant fibre, string or bits of cloth. ‘She weaves them into a perfect round nest gix or seven inches deep. Another bird I have seen is the red- headed woodpecker. His head is all red. ,He is always tapping away on a telegraph pole, or something else. I saw another bird which was all black, but right on top of hjis head was a black spot darker than the rest. I do not know what this bird was. A week or two ago I heard a bird going ‘“Keewe-kawaw!” I looked up and saw a rose-breasted grosbeak sit- ting on the limb of an elm tree. He was very pretty. Their eggs are blue and speckled. ’ Red-winged blackbirds are also very pretty. I have seen one of these, too. This summer seems to be quite a season for birds, and I hope it wiil stay so. ERIC GILBERT, Age 11. Danielson. ! A Mexican Tale. One Saturday morning, May 2, 1655, Juan Diego, a poor Indian, wended his way along a hillside to church. It was a balmy morning, one which was filled with warm Mexican sunshine, ., Suddenly Juan stopped, as in front of him shone a light, in the midst of ‘which stood a lady, very sweet of face. 1she spoke to the startled Juan, say- e 3 | i “Go to your bishop and tell him that it is my pleasure that he build for me, here, a shrine. I am Mother of Sorrows.” Then she vanished. Juan continued on to the bishop, who on hearing his story sent him away, refui to build the church. way home Juan met the lady again and, apologizing, told her of the ‘bishop's refusal. For a second time she bade him go to the bishop. He did, and this time '.h. ‘bisho; ) told about some trained eeals, i blockhouse. Summer on the Farm. I live on a farm In North Franklin, Connecticut. In the spring when the weather is the farmers ‘When they put it into the sllo they hire a large engine and some men to cut the corn. They have a long pipe hitched to the engine. The pipe goes up to the silo and ends at the top. There is a thing just like a fan which blows the corh up the pipe and empties it into the silo. ‘They have a long board on the en- gine which the men put the corn in. There are two men tamping the corn down. They have two or three teams in the flelds to bring the corn to the engine. This corn is called ensilage corn. On top of the silo the corn is algays bad because the air gets in. t makes it bad. Then when winter comes we feed the corn to the cows because they have no grass to eat. At first they do not like it, but they get used to it. My father had a sHo bullt and he thinks they are good things for a farmer to have. He used to keep eight cows but since we have had the silo we keep sixteen on the same amount of ground. . Some silos are built of cement from holes dug in the ground. VERONICA ROCHELEATU, Age 13. North Franklin. Prince. My uncle owns an intelligent dog. He is the most affectionate one in the village. He made him a suitable ken- nel in which is a quantity of straw and a blanket to lie on. He has ex- cellent food to eat His name |is Prince and he is his master’s constant companion. The people in the village are kind to him, for he is a faithful friend. Prince is also a favorite pet among the chil- dren, and he is always careful with them. He chases away the dreadful dogs that want to frighten them. MARY A. BIDWELL, Age 11, Stafford Springs. A Story About the Circus. One day about four years ago 1 stopped to look at some circus bills pasted on # signboard. One of them an- other told about some bareback riders, and still another told about a puny riding in a balloon. I was delighted with the bills for the circus, so I stayed away from school for the afternoon. Some friends and I took a car and went to the circus grounds. We saw several large tents and some smaller ones. One of the largest tents there contained the wild animals. There were beautiful tigers, lions, elephants and seals, and many others. We passed through the tent which contained the caged animals to the tent where the performances were held. We obtained seats near the front wkich were not very high up but which were very uncomfortable be- cause the sun was very hot. We had not been seated very long before band began to play and the circus performers and animals marched around the rings two or three times, then went out. There were many entertaining performances which heid the audience spellbound. When the time came for the seals to perform we were amazed at the tricks they could do. They went out and the pony with its rider came into the ring. The balloon ascended ‘with the pony and fireworks of every kind burst frum the ‘balloon. VERONICA V. F. TUCKER. Versailles, Tip. My name is Tip. I am a black and white dog. I live on a farm where there are lots of cows.” Once I bit one in the heels and she kicked me. I am awful fat and I don’t like sum- mer; it is too hot. I used to catch woodchucks, but now T had rather lay in the shade and sleep. There is a little puppy at our home and I don’'t like puppies. He teases me all the time. When I growl at him they take him away for fear I will hurt him. Sometime when no one is around I will teach him to keep away from me. My teeth are sharp and I know how to use them. . My mistress is cross with me some- times;, then I don’t like her; but when she gives me candy I love her. Candy is good for dogs. VIVIAN ROZEAL. Colonial Houses. The first settlers livecd in log cabins, and down to the end of the colonial period the majority of houses were made of roughly dressed log: After the introduction of saw mills the ‘well-to-do people began to have houses bullt of lumber. Later, a few of the rich had stone or brick houses. From 1700 on, colonia) homes grew larger and more elegant, especially in the towns and cities. After the families of the first set- tlers were made able the men hastened to build a church and a The latter was made of great logs and had portholes and an overhanging second story. Sometimes a watchtower was added. Whenever an Indian alarm was given the people for mijles around ran to the blook- house for safety. For over two hundred years the log cabin and the blockhouse followed the march of settlement westward. The long winters of the mnorthern colonies compelled the people to build houses in which to keep warm, while the long summers of the southern colonies’ compelled them to = build houses in which to keep cool. The northern dwellings were closely built and did not have many doors or win- dows, while the southern houses were often divided by long, wide halls, and had verandas and balconies. ‘Window glass came into use slow- ly, many houses having nothing better than oiled paper to let in the light and keep out the storm. One important part of every colonial home, whether r:c’;h or l;oor, ‘was th: great fireplace, the on! means o heating. In the smaller homes the fireplace a large part of one side of the house. If the family had a separate room for a kitchen, it, too, had a fireplace where the cooking was done. % LILLTAN BREHAUT. Jennie's Portrait. -set forth from his bouse g 5 gils 'fi? shid £ § i g i ] gs [ i fl‘?i 82 by devouring dead fish and other re- fuse along our coast line and in our barbors. OT. —_— The Dog Whelk. If you look in the ridges of small pebbles and bits of broken coal which you will meet with here and threre on the sandy parts of the seashore, you are quite sure to find a number of very small whelk shells. They are brownish yellow outside, and pinkish white inside, and instead of being quite smooth, llke those of the com- mon whelk, they are covered with a number of ribs which run down from the peak to the margin. These ribs are broken up in such a way that they look almost like rows of beads. These are the shells of the Dog ‘Whelk, and if you wait until the tide is low, and look on the weed-covered {rocks near the edge of the sea, you will very likely find some of the living animals crawling about. They feed upon the sea-weeds. ‘They scrape off tiny pieces which they then swallow. LILLIAN BREHAUT. The Cat Was Fond of Coffee. 1 wag visiting a friend a few days age and we ed about animals and their ways. She told me that her cat was fond of coffee and would tear open “the coffee bag to get it; and if she put some coffee on the floor the cat would roll in it. ‘We have a dog that will eat apples and huckleberries. My friend knew of a cat that would eat raw beans. JESSIE L. BREHAUT. LETTERS TO UNCLE JED. Hopes to Graduate Next Year. Dear Uncle Jed This morning I walked down to high school to get my report card, as I was anxious to know if I had passed my examinations. ‘When I got my report card 1 found that I had passed every examination that I had taken. When I go back in September I can enter into second year high school of the commercial course. Next year I hope I shall graduate. The commercial graduates from our high school are going to give a play tomorrow night at 8 o'clock. The name of the play is “Mrs. Briggs in the Poultry Yard,” and it is a very comi- cal play. My sister and I have invi- tations to go. We expect to have a play soon for our club. I expect to make some of those sealing wax beads during my vacation, LILIJAN BREHAUT. Bast Norwich, N, Y. The Cirous Parade. Dear Uncle Jed: I want to tell you and the Wide-Awakes how I spent cir- cus day. On the morning of the 9th we ex- pected a parade. Mamma topk the daby, because she thought he would like to see the ani- mals. My two brothers and I went, too. We went down on Washington square. ‘We waited and ted, and pretty soon we saw some horses coming, but they were only going to the train to get some things. After a while we saw some camels and zebras coming from the train. Nobody was leaving, but they sald that they didn’t think there was going to be a parade. Just then a man came in an auto- mobile and shouted that there wasn’t going to be a parade. We were all dissatisfled as we went home. In the .lhrnoondwe hu.:g (‘har:fl :a: ing to be a parade, else they couldn” g:vn:tho circus. I and the baby went down again. I thought we were going to be dis- appointed again, but in the distance I saw it coming. There were elephants and on the back of two there was a chair where a lady sat. < Then came the funny folks, a team with a lot of funny people in. There was a woman’s band and they sat in a pretty team and were dressed in purple velvet and beads which was very pretty. There were women riding horses, also. I enjoved it very much, but I ex- pected to see a longer parade. DOROTHY RA?IUSBEN, Age 10. Norwich. What Makes Hanks Hill Memorable. Dear Uncle Jed: I live on Hanks Hill in the town of Mansfield. The town was settied by people from Massachusetts. The people came from the towns of Lynn, Barnstable, Bly- moufla and Milton. Some came from Norwich. . The first settlements were made in 1697 in Mansfield Cen.t;r. Mansfield in which I live. in this to wo. EDWARD KUCKLE, Age 11. Mansfield Center. Boys and Girls in Japan. jo= S i o ineieg party a e Sp! of 3 A3 ! fy i i £ i i 3 § Dear Uncle Jed: I wish to tell Wldo-AEuku of a remarkable “: day a man came to our hotise and said he wanted to buy a drake. I did not wish to see this affection- ate pair parted, but my father said the drake was to be sold. and sald he was. The man carried the drake home, distance of two miles. Abwtlmhg after the drake was sold I was lying looked and noticed the duck beside me; looked at me sadly as it loi her lost mate. In a few went away from me a short and put her head to the ground, think- ing she heard a noise. I econ heard & fluttering in the air. I looked ground and saw the same drake that had besn sold back again. I was glad to see the drake, dut I am sure the duck was more glad. Let friendship be too sacred to de bought or seld. MARY DAVIS. i Yantic. class bas formed a club and each mem- ber is to buy a class ‘We meet twice a month at the ent members’ houses and piay dance and sing; then we have a party and decide where we are to mest next time and home. ‘We thought of helping same hospital by picking daisies to send dreas- ing dolls for the children, and taking pictures out of old magasines to make scrapbooks with. 3 think I will make some thisz summer, and also tell the other members of my club about them. g 1 JESSIE BREHAUT. Bast Norwich, N. Y, Writing With Figures. Dear Uncle Jedt I have each figure to separate the a dash after each word. It is anyone who does not know the way to puzzle it out. Before long I will send iIn snother way to write. I think Mother Wilson and Uncle Sam should have the prise for thelr nice stories. Don’t you, Uncle Jed? Joey Joy does get into a lot trouble about playing hooky, he? EDITH P. FOSTER, Age 18 Franklin. | A North My Pet Rabbit. Dear Uncle Jed: 1 am going you about my rabbit A mine had him for a long my brother had one of the and she gave the rabbit to me. two of them together are e wne!e‘;d‘l‘:l! 'mbh‘o, - pink eyes. I m - nips and clover, and sometime give him an apple. I keep him in & box with chicken wire aropud it. In summer I keep the box omt in the yard and now I keep it in the barn. Now I mnu‘lt close. Your loving ece, NELLIE COTTER. Scotland. My Beloved Kitfen, Dear Uncle Jed: One day as te but Hi ead i Fi £ not see it. All at onCe & it flashed through my mind it might be in the ash can nearby. I at once ran to the ash can and what should it be but a small kitten wIrap- per up in paper. Itoo;cltugudwtmm