Norwich Bulletin Newspaper, September 3, 1914, Page 5

— — NORWICH BULLETIN, o THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 3, 1914 Rules for Young Writers. 1. Write plainly on one side of tas Use p -nmumiu tf.pcm:u. L4 88 pen nol & smu; and pointed articles will &f" given preference. Do not use over ‘words. . 4. Original, stories or letters ouly "2 b.W‘rlu . age and ur ‘nami i~ dress %0t ' The bottom of e dress_all communications > Un- ¢le Jed, Bulletin Office. Y _ “Whatever you are—Be thatl - Be honest—-in" . A Be tobody else but you.” POETRY. > © + Lonesome .1 have some little &n;&unu friends Who visit me eas 7 : ‘hey always come wiien I'm alone . Ana stay with me and play. Sometimes they bring their play-tend Sometimes they <qme dlame. And play with little play-tend=toys, ‘While I play with my own. Trey tell me many wondrous tales -. Of what they do and see— ‘We tell cach other everything— My play-tend friends and me. - :They dig with me out in the sand ‘And help me hunt for flowers; And when I ride my wosulpede ‘We each take-turns for hours! ! They sit with me beside the lake And help me sail my‘boat, -~ - And tell me of the many-ships That they have set afioat. ‘They eat with me at dinner time * And sleep with me at night, And wake me in the morning, with . The coming of the light. 2 . ¥'d like to have you meet my friends, ‘But that can never be, i They always run away and hide From everyone but me. “Besides, you know, they're just play- ten: And-can't - be seen at .ail.- - - And orly play with boys and girls ‘When they are very small. —Martha C. Sherman. UNCLE JED'S TALK WITH : AWAKES. How would you like to take a flight with a butterfly, Wide-Awakes? Hav- ing mo wings, we shall have to make this a flight in imagination, but know- WIDE: . ing the habits and perils of the butter- fiy it will not be difficult to follow her. It is early of a June morning and ‘we are sitting near an old fe ‘when Wwe espy Mrs. Butterfly working her wings for fight. The sun is shining bright and inviting her and the odor- ous air has charms for her it has not for us, for the fragrance of the flower smells to her as a steaming, well-sea- goned dinner does to us. Tn a moment ghe springs into the air and sails @way Just as lightly as - thistledown ‘ borne on a gentle breeze. Mrs. Butterfiy has-keen eyes and a keen scent and ‘she is on the lookout Yor a sweet ‘flower ‘dnd @ pleasing mate, and shé'is sure tc find them. She doesn't hurry—heé wings her way. ‘When not in a | , she rests her wings and drifts where she will and she darts and flirts when at play. * Mrs. Butterfly cannot be careless, for sheé must dodge the birds who seek to eat her and the insects who sting and destroy her. She plays in the open flelds and hides in the tall graes.. We are with her when she meetg;her mate and they kiss each other and have a fairy dance in the air. A Kkingbird them and darts in their direction, | f, but they see him coming, close their wings, and drop to get out of his range, and he misses them, flutters confused- |1y, and then flies back to his perch. Mrs, Butterfly’s mate hes fied and she is hiding in the grass. When. she rises again she flutters along close to the top of the grass and [HE WIDE AWAKE CIRCLE BOYS' AND' GIRLS' DEPARTMENT seeing a daisy she stops to rest and to take a sip of honey from her floral friend. She is disturbed by a bee, they quarrel a bit, she, springs into the air and the bee has possession of - the daisy’s nectar cups. Mrs. Butterfly fiutters in and out of the shrubbery by the brookside for a while to calm herself, and there she asees the dragon flies capturing the mos- quitoes, and narrowly escaped being | caught by a swift robber fiy herself, who love butterflies as some humans do humming birds. Then Mrs. Butterfly flew to the long grass and stayed a long while, but the grass snakes were out hunting game and when they ‘near her she rose high in the air and flew swiftly to a distant pasture. Seeing a fine thistle waving to her, she flew to that for an- other sip of honey, and as she ap- proached she saw a spider come over the edge of it quickly and grab a honey bee by the head and drag him below for food. 2 Shocked by the tragedy, she flew to an old fence and.sat there for a while, wondering where "anyone could feel ‘| safe. She had no appetite so she crept into a_bunch of ferns and remained till near sundown, and then she flew to a cedar trec andy clinging to the under side of a boi - went to sleep and there spent the night. Seeing how much more peril there is in a day for the butterfly than for our- selves, we return to the comfort and safety home provides. A butterfly’s life is no life for us! | LETTERS OF ACKNOWLEDGMENT. Ruby Swain of North Smn}n‘ton: 1 thank you for the prize baok I just re- ved, and hope to’receivc more in the ‘future. 7 Anna A.-Blatherwick of Norwich: I received my prize-book, ‘entitled Auto- mobile Girls Along the Hudson. I am very much pleased with it and thank you. " A Sadie Shea. of Versailles: I received the pretty prize book you it me, The Little Queen. I have read it through and found it very interesting. I thank you very much. e Bortha N. Burrill of Stafford Springs: I thank you.very much for the nice prize book entitled Grace Harlowe's First Year at Overton College. I have read it through and found it very in- teresting. ! Lillian Brehaut of East Norwich, N. Y.: I received the nice prize book you sent me, ‘entitled The Meadow Brook Girls Across Country. I have read part of it and I find it.very interesting. I thank you very much for it. THE WINNERS OF PRIZE BOOKS. ; Lena Krauss, of New Bedford— “Anderson’s Fairy Tales.” efi"‘{,’"‘ Gundman, of Lisbon—"Black uty."” Estella Adam: f Eagl et “Water B&ble‘l.." % evilie Floyd . Bailey, of Colchester— “The Young Engineers in Mexico.” = “Mildred White, of ‘Stafford Springs— “Rip Van Winkle.” tact Sarab _ Ka of. Fllgfly Robin‘::rn." 3 Dorothy Rasmussen, of Norwich— ;'{';l:e__ Battleship ‘Boys in Foreign Ser- Norwich—"Swiss Bertha _N.- Burrill, of Stafford Springs—“Pony . Rider ~Boys in the Rockies.” * ‘Winners of Books .living in the city may call.at_ the-Bulletin business of. fice for them at any hour after 18 a. m..on Thursday morning. . LETTERS TO UNCLE JED. A Wonderful Petuni Dear Uncle Jed: I thought I would write the 'Wide Awakes about my lower garden, 4 I got some .seeds from our agricul ture teacher and planted them. The chickens scratched some of them up; but those that were left came' up. There are pinks, verbenas, phlox; mignonette, sweet Dpeas, centaurea, pansies, . sunflowers, nasturtiums, and petunias. One petunia plant is four feet in diameter and one foot, eight inches The-.Cingérbread Tree Once upon a time there wak a little boy -whose name was Charlie. He was the dearest little boy, just three years old. " He lived in a large, old-fashioned house. He was a good boy to mind tisually, but in one thing he was espe- cially disobedient. .He was very fond of nice things to eat, and mamma had to watch him carefully lest he eat too many sweets and be made ill. One day Charlie went across the field to visit his Aunt Hannah, who lived alone, but was very fond of chil- dren. When Charlie reached her door ‘his keen little nose detected the odor _of gingerbread which his aunt had just taken from the oven, and when she ‘offered him a pDiece of the molasses !cake he did not have to be urged. Did. iyou ever hear of a little boy or girl who would refuse a square of nice fresh gingerbread? He simply said: “A big piece for a little boy and a little piece for-a big boy.” Aunt Hannah laughed at this logic and you may be Sure he got a large square of the spicy loaf. Then he told her, while he ate, how he had found a whole nest full of the dearest baby kittens in a big old ‘ox in the shed, then after a while he said “Good bye” and trotted home. Mamma met him at the door, saying “Did_you have a pleasant call? ‘“Yes, me did” but did not tell abollt the gingerbread, thinking in his little mina that perhaps mamma. would not have approved. After supper, mamma tock him to his room and tucked him in his little bed and then bade him a fond good- night. Chaflic lay awake some time watch- ing the big round moon as it blinked and winked at him. All at once a moonbeam whispered and said: “Wouldn't you like to have all the gingerbread you could eat?” At this Charlie sat up in bed and nswered quickly: “Oh, ves, I would.” hen follow me,” said the moonbeam. But_how shall I get there " said Charlie. ‘Wait a moment and I will show you.” Then the man in the moon stepped quietly into the room and, lift- ing Charlie gently, carried him safely to the ground, away they both went, on and on, until they came to a beau- tiful stream and there ‘close. to the bank was a tiny boat. “Get in,” whis- pered the moonbeam. A gentle br and soon Charlie was drifting towards the opposite shore, where he alighted and gazed wide eyes upon the scene before him. Here was a tiny village where every wee house glowed like stars as the moonlight fell upon them. S e looked the doors of each house ed and from out the houses came fairies led by a beautifu: queen. They proceeded along the path laughing and singing until they reached a wide- spreading tree whose branches were so henvily iaden that they almost touched the ground. ‘They dilled their baskets from this tree, then marched into a beautiful grove where the trees glistened with every color of the rainbow. This was called the fairies’ ballroom, sweet music filled-the air, then the eifs chose their partners and the dance began, and when their tiny feet became tired they sat down in the beautiful grove where little sprites served them with dainty food and lemonade while Char- lie ail the while peeped wide-eyed at them. The feast at ‘m over and the- fairies with sm#l laughter marched again to the little houses and said “Good night” Then Charlie its branches: he found it just loaded ‘with gingerbread boys and gingerbread girls, squares filled with raisins, little gingerbread ' cakes frosted with pink and white frosting. He soon filled his Pockets, and then hastened to spring for a drink of pink lemonade, but here he was disappointed, as only fairy hauds could dip from this magic spring. As Charles turned to go home the moon with a laugh sald “Good night” and Charlie was left alone. How he ever reached home is a mystery, but he soon found himself in his room, tired and frightened at being alone; he cried “Mamma, oh mamma!” Mamma came hurrying in. exclaiming “Why, Charlle, what is the matter? Did you have a bad dream?” also about the hot.gingerbread he ate at Aunt Hannah's. Mamma looked sad at this part of the story, but Charlie ‘promised so sweetly- that he would never disobey her again, what could she do but forgive him? Charlie was soon fast asleep.—Pmma F. Bowdoin, the | sal high in the center, It is shaped like an umbrella turned upside down, There are blossoms all around the edge and a few stalks with blossoms in the cen- ter. There are one hundred and twen- ty-five blossoms on it. ESTELLA ADAMS, Age 11. \ Eagleville, The Children Chased a Rabbit. D*‘ Uncle Jed: One day some of my friends and I went out in the woods to have a little party. We went further than we usually go. We were eating lunch when a little boy said he was thirsty. I went and got a pail and started for a spring. ‘While I was .gone for the water the children played games. There were some small children who were playing in a group when they saw a rabbit and started chasing it. ‘The rabbit, who lived in the thickest part of the woods, started for its home ‘lng the children, who followed it, got lost. When I returned with the water T was told about the children and start- ed to look for them at once: I didn't know the place very well myself. Af- ter looking a while I heard someone ing “Lewis!” I ran over to where the cry came from and found the children and brought them home. You may be sure their mothers thanked me. LEWIS SEARS, Age 9. ‘Norwich. A Smart Little Fisherman. Dear Uncle Jed: Just a few lines to let you know I find most pleasure in fishing. The other day.I went.fishing early in the morning. I went down to the pong back of our house, called the Lisbon pond. I had taken with me two drop lines and a pole. I start- ed to bait my drop lines. 1 tossed, one in the water and started to bait the other. Before I had finished bait- ing the other line was pulled out. I ran for it and gave it more line and thep pulled in with excitement. To surprise I saw I had a large eel. I was kind of afraid at first, but T cut the line ang how it did wiggle to get away. I took line and all and carried it home. It was so large I thought I would weigh it. Why, Uncle Jed. you'd have been surprised! It's weight was just three péunds. I put it in a tub of water and went back fishing. Then I fished till five that evenjng and for my day’s euting had caught just elght buallheads, three eels and a large mud- turtle and was® quite satisfied. Dear Uncle Jed, don't you think I am quite a little fisherman. CHARLES GUNDMAN, Age S. * Lisbon. e Our Buttonwood Park Picnic. { Dear Uncle Jed: While visiting my cousins in’ Taftville they told me they ‘Wrote stories to you and received books as_prizes, so I decided to try, ailso. ‘We have lovely parks in New® Bed- ford, And we go on picnics. My teacher took the whole class of thirty pupils on a picnic the day before we grad- wated. ‘We brought our lunches to school in the afternoon at 1.30 o'clock and put them in the closet. We could hardly wait for school to close, but at last the bell rang. ‘We marcheq to the eloset one by one to get our_ lunches, then we marched out into street, After walking for about twenty min- utes we arrived at Buttonwood park. The girls put all the lunches on the table while the boys all ran.to the baseball diamond, The girls played pass with extra baseballs and ran three-legged races. After playing for some time we took a walk to see the animals. First we went to see the two bears. They caused a great deal of amusement by trying to climb_a tree in their vard. Next we went to see the monkeys which “wefe the funniest things you ever saw. There were two alligators, the moth- er and baby, who crawled away when they saw us coming. Deer, peacocks, rabbits, white mice, squirrels and birds were all in the park and we enjoyed watching their different tricks. ‘We ate our lunches, drank soda and ate the peanuts and candy the teacher ®ave us. We ended the picnic by the girls gr;ln‘ the boys in a game of base- We then started for home and every- | one declared this was one of the best picnics they ever went to. LENA KRAUSS, Age 14. New Bedford. My Visit to Fort Wright. Dear Uncle Jed: 1 will tell you of my visit to Fort Wright. ‘We took a long walk and part of it was along the shore. The high break- ers were real pretty yolling in on the beach. During our two mile walk along the beach we were looking for stones with a ring around them. We found only one and kept that for good I Far ahead on the beach we could 'see a searchlight station. We walked up to It and looked into a small red glass window at the side. Inside was a very small light burning and the soldier explained to us how powerful this little light was. He told us dur- ing clear nights they could see about 16 miles and in the foggy nights from three to five miles. From there we went to the fort and soldiers were very kind in showing us_around. We saw many other things of in- terest, It was getting late, so we started on our way home. On our way we had good luck in meeting some friends who took us home in a motor boat. DOROTHY RASMUSSEN, Age 10. Norwich, . STORIES WRITTEN BY WIDE- AWAKES. e o T The Gold Tree, When Edward was twelve vears old his uncle gave him.six bright gold dollars. One day he was writing a let- ter in his room and the six gold dol- lars were lying on the table. His lit- tle_sister Emma came into the room and when she saw, the bright new gold pieces, she said: “Edward, where does the gold grow ?” up, followed thedog., and found Lhcl horse all tangled up in the wire fenceé. Just before this happened my father wanteq_to sell the dog. Then he said: “If it hadn't -been for my dog my horse would have been dead.” Bessie is_her name. ANNA LA ROCHE, Age 1L Versailles. The Surprise at the Camp. It had been a very dull day for the campers and as a concert was to be held in the evening at the next camp decided to leave everything as it was, for they knew no harm . would they come. They. started lgte in the afternoon for the concert was to begin evening. The campers arrived at the concert with a welcome greeting from - all They greatly enjoyed the dancing and After the dancing was over a music. feast was given by the camp. In the meantime while they were|as proud as could be. kaving a nice time two stray robbers| Jimmy was about to turn the corner were clearing the foodstuffs and|when his mother passed by him, not Ttensils of the camp. It was toward midnight when they returned from the concert and it was too dark to.notice the loss which' had occured. .. Early in the morrning the cook niade is surprise he coulll find nothing to make Even the utensils were gone. They searched here and there, but not haste to get breakfast but to it with. = trace could be found of anything. As_thev were searching-one of the campers spied some smoke in the'dis- the from, and to_their -sunprise found the uten-| sils and food taken from their camp. one of the campers had a pistol which he pointed’ at the “men. who soon fled at the sight of the gun. The campers did not try to trail the the utensils and the remainder of the food, which iance. They soon 'started for place where the .smoke came Luckily robbers, but picked up they carried to their camp. All were glad to find what they had supposed to have been lost forever. SARAH KATZ, Age 13 Norwich. - P A Childless Home. Once upon a time long, wife. Their house was a hut. ing to eat for a whole day. not have any children and wished for a little son. It happened one day a little boy was born in a village not far away. Oh, how they wished it belonged to thcm. e met [a Dottle, and after her father went ren |to ‘sleep, take his watch and money. a woman's |room into the kitchen, and Tess said face looked as if she were in trouble.to him: The poor man asked her, “What is Not very long afterwards .as poor man went to the village he un old woman who had two chil in her arms. They were twins, little boy and a girl. The the matter?” The woman “My good man, I ai poor children will s is not kind enough to take them.” The old man's face brightened. He said. “I will if you will give h call him my ow looked up “and. said, The woman's eyes-filled with tears. She could not speak. She was so glad she did not know what to do. “Take him!” she said. went on her way. The old man went happily on his arms. to please the little boy. in the long ago there lived a poor old man and his They were so poor that sometimes.they had noth- They did always a widow and my rve if- some one take the little boy im to me, so 1 may Theri she to the village for he had a little boy in He bought- what he could As they went home the wife of the poor man was waliting for his return. As she saw The Mischievous Mite. One clear summer morning Mrs. Brown decided to ieave her son Jimmy at home while she went shopping. Shie had not left the house more than ten minutes when Jimmy began thinking of some. mischief. He seated himself in a large arm- chair his mother often rested in. He sat thinking a few minutes, when at last a thought came to his mind. All at once Jimmy started up the stairs. to the attic. In the attic he found a trunk and opened it. Jimmy looked through the trunk and found a light blue silk dress Dbordered - with faded pink woses at the neck and | sleeves, and he also found a pretty blue bonnet to match the dress. “Oh! won't this be fun, to have ev= erybody think I am a lady!” exclaimed .| Jimmy to himself, for he thought to be in mischief was great fun. Dressing himself -mickly, he made way for the street and out he walked recognizing him, for she thought it was a_visitor to one of the neighbors. Mrs, Brown walked in the house, but 1o her surprise she could not find Jim- my. She called until she could call no more, but-in vain—no Jimmy could be found. ¢ She soon made way to the next door neighbor, Have you seen Jimmy?” asked Mrs. Brown ali in one breath. 111 have seen was a nicely dressed young lady,” was the neighbor’s reply. “You must have been .mistaken,” cried Mrs, Brown in astonishment. Just as they were disputing over the affair Mrs. Brown saw a young lady going up to the gate and ' into the house. She made haste to see who it was and alas! it was her own son, James. She grabbed hold .of his arm and took him into his bedroom. where he received a severe punishment and was made to go to bed without supper, and You can believe me he never got in such mischief again. __ETTA ROSENBERG, Age 13. Norwich. A Brave Woman. Once In a little western village lived an old man and his two daughters, Tess, 25, and Annie, 26. One day the bully of the village, Dan MacLow, came into the house. The old man was sick and the girls were in the kitchen. Tess, happening to look into the sick room where the bully was, saw him give her_ father something from After that the bully came out of the “Danny, put- down that watch and the money.” ,| Of course Dan was struck by what she said, and grabbing up a chair, made toward her as if to strike. Tess backed to the door leading to jhe hallway, in back of which was a home, door and walked in. roughly pushed her aside, saying: “No, I did not today.” soon was slumbering deeply the door and walked in. “Oh, ma,” he exclaimed, the baby! articles which Johnny Bome, saying had ohnny gave her some money, “There’s some money dollar and something. on. port the family.” | Then he crossed’ the room to cal his father, first and said: “Johnny, ample. I of liquor. neat cottage in the upper part: o per, prosperous and happy. had awakened their father and hus band to his sense of duty. WILLIAM T. CUSHMAN. Stonington. Cats. like cats. I don’t. They cannot agre with hirds and . frequently rob nests, eating their young. 1 asked a bo; wood-peckers. If you see a very old tree go up t i, are pretty apt to find small holes mad by the bills of wood-peckers wher the tree. Every bird eats pests more or less of severa! saloons and then staggered Turning down a. dirty - alley the drunkard staggered along until he reached a dirty looking tenement. Crawling up the stairs he opened the In answer to his wife's question he > get any food, and what's more_ I don't care whether -1 The man fell heavily on the bed and About an hour later-Johnny opened “I've got some grub for us and some milk fox’ Soon his mother had prepared the carried that - T got selling my papers. There's énly a T wish T could get some work, so I could get smome more, so we could have enough to live Guess pa ain't never:- going to work no more. 5o it's up to me to sup- but his father came out u have set’me an ex- have been a drunkard and evervthing else, but from now on T swear I shall never touch another drop Thanks to you, ~Johnny, I have come to my right senses at last.” A year later we find on entering a Brighton, Jack and his family at sup-- offering up thanks that Johnny unconsciously T suppose most of the Wide Awakes their which he liked best, “birds or cats He replied, ~ That is'the way it is. "All like the cats. They do not realize birds are of as much value as a toad, especially and examine the trunk and you they got worms that were destroying and those that don’t much have bright THOUGHT SHE COULD NOT LIVE Restored to Health by Lydis ever bring any home or not. Get that baby off that bed. T want to sleep. Pink} ) : His wife lifted up the baby, saying: E. -Vesehble “But, John. the baby is starving and Coi John hasn’t had anything to eat mPOIIIId- Unionville, Mo.—*I suffered from & female trouble and I got soweak that I qcould hardly walk across the floor with. had no appetite,and | everyone thought {' would not live. Some one advised me to take Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound. Ihad taken so much medicine and my doctor gaid he could do me nogoodso I told husband he might get me a bottle and would try it.- By the time I had takeq it'I felt better. I continued itsuse,and’ f | now I am well and strong. ““I-have always recommended your medicine ever since I was so wonder- ~ | fully benefitted by it and I hope this letter will be the means of saving some " other poor woman from suffering.”— Mrs. MARTHA SEAVEY, Box 1144, Unionville, Missouri. The makers of Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound have thousands of such letters as that above — they tell the truth, else they could not have been obtained for love or money. This mede icine is no stranger,— it has stood the test for years. Tf there are any complications do not understan 'r"gli to L; dh”l‘. Pinkham Medicine Co. (con%dential) Lynn,Mass. Your letter will be read and amswered by a woman held in strict confidence. e o e e colors for vou to look at, or a pretty song to sing to vou. ; Brought desk. When she reached it, she open- ed the desk and took out a loaded re- volver, “Now, Danny,” she said, “put down the chair. Don’t forget to put the watch on the table, leave the money. and make yourself scarce. Of course he obeyed and Tess, to enforce her remarks, fired three shots after hig. Annie, wio was rather timid, start- cd crying and Tess, who didn’t care whether she killed a man or. not just said: “Well, there's one villain who won’t i i z ittle boy, .she n :;;:dc:‘::mg it ¢/ bother us any more.”, - And he didn't. “Where did vou get that deéhr-little| __ . GEORGE FARRELL, Age 14. boy 2" £ Norwich. The old man told Ter all about it. and they named the little boy Lafay- They lived happily a lofg time. Lafayette grew to be a wise and brave ette. man. MARY RYBIC. Mansfield. ’s Dream. It was 6:30 and Bessie took out hér books to do her home work. As she looked it over she ghought she could not do it, for it looked difficult. Bes- sie threw down the book noisily, ing the lesson was too hard. All at once there appeared a little A Busy Boy. Dear Uncle Jed: It has been some time since 1 have written to you. I enjoy reading the letters in the Wide- ) Awake circle. I have been pretty busy since school was out. I-enjoyed the trout fishing while it ‘Some time ago three of us went fishing for bullheads. We caught 50, and such sport as we had pulling them. into the boat. I ‘went on the excursion to Newport the Fourth with my papa and mamma. We ate our lunch on the boat and had jce cream and bought some fairy on the book, who said to her | souvenirs in Newport. “Bessie, you will have to ' come " to The water was quite rough coming fairyland and be punished for your|home. Papa saw a whale when we laziness.” The fairy took Bessie's hand. and all at oncc she saw herself in Fairy- were off the shore of Watch Hill I help my papa in the®garden and have a little garden of my own. land. All around her were fairies, I helped grandpapa with the hay- who gazed angrily at her. = ing. The queen of the fairies descended from her throne and said to one of this child to the fairies, ‘‘Rose, take the schoolhouse.” Bessie was afraid and wanted to go ‘home. Rose took her to the schoolroom and made her think out many hard ex- amples. Bessie wos just asking Rose when she could go home when she heard mother s: do your home work.” Bessie thougiit the examples ways did them. LILLIAN BREHAUT. East Norwich, N. The hoebe. The phoebe is the first of- the . fly- in . the spring; coming when snow squélls are in the air or stow may again cover e insects, on which they feed_in summer have hatched, or come out of winter catcher family to come north the ground. They arrive before quarters. . ‘Why do they come so early have a purpose, and that is to feas on the female canker-worm moth as she crawls up the tree-trunks during to Thus at one blow the the warm days of early lay her eggs. phoebe kills not only spring, the moth, bu vou had better wake up and out and worked them. After that she al- They three larger ones, ones. besides five bed over a week and I took care of her all day and got supper for papa and my three brothers. help mamma now, but find time to Mde the bicycle and go fishing. I hope ail the Wide-Awakes are en-, joying their vacation. 7 _FLOYD T. BAILEY, Age 11. Colchester. A True Story. James had a Belgian hare which had seven, little rabbits. He also had a,| cat which had three kittens. James did not want the little kittens, 50 he drowned them. A few weeks later the mother of the rabbits .became sick. James did ev- erything he could to try and get it well again, but, alas, a week afterward it died. Poor James! He did not know what to do with the little rabbits. He asked his mother what he could do with them. She said: “I do not know. Theyj t| can't live without a motker.” At last James said: “I have a scheme. Tll give them to the cat. I wonder if she will tend to them?” He gave the young rabbits that very t|day to ihe cat who lost the kittens. from sixty to one hundred worms inj{She took as good care of the young that They would soon are useful birds; the eggs hatched. under a shed, do not molest it, bu protect her nest and the voung. “This money grows on.the gold tree,” said he. “Men plant the pieces in the ground as they plant beans, then a large tree grows out of the earth and it bears new gold dollars, just as the apple tree bears apples.” ‘Edward kept on writing and Emma took the bright gold pleces and ran out into the garden, where she plant- ed them in the ground. She was a very little girl and did not know any better. Edward was so busy he did not see her take the money. Just as he had finished his letter she came in and id: “Now, Edward, we shall have plenty « Then Charlie told her all his dream, | of money, for I have .planted your gold.” He took her by the hand and ran into the garden and asked her where she had planted the money, but she could not show him. So the six bright, new gold dollars were lost. When their father had heard the story he said: “Edward, the falsehood that you told Emma has cost you six dollars. Emma was not to blame for she was misled by vou” BERTHA N. BURRILL, Age 1¢ Stafford Springs.’ My Kind Doc. Dear Uncle Jed: When we were all asleep about two o'clock in the morn- ing our dog came go father and moth- ers window, barking as if, somebod)J ‘was around the house. _My- father=heard_the dog.and sot The Canning. Club Picnic. Dear Uncle Jed: I'will tell you about to Dbe at the Confeeticut Agricultural col- our Canning club picnic. We had lege at 11 o'clock Thursday morning. We helped Mr. Brundage make the sandwiches. Some ice cream. lunch under a tree. After that Mr. Brundage showed us how to can to- Mr. Brundage had four kinds The names were matoes. of canning outfits. e the homemade, hot water bath outfi water seal outfit; steam pressure cook- er, five pounds or more, and t pres- sure copker, ten pounds Or more. Mr. books and pencils. home. MARGARET KUCHLE, Age 9. Mansfield Center. After that we went Richard Tobin Writes from Abroad. Dear Uncle Jed: vacation in beautiful Ireland. T am taking notes and getting all the i formation I can-about the country, as to make my letters interesting to the Wide-Awake circle. s I intend to write a series of letters the coming winter about my travels abroad. Wishing vou, the Wide-Awakes and The Bulletin a pleasant summer, Your little nephew, RICHARD TOBIN. P. S.—I am writing, this letter near the birthplace of the father of William Penn, the founder of Pennsylvania. have so, beys, if a phoebe builds her mest in an accessible place on a bridge cliff or JESSIE BREHAUT. | Y. Then Mr, Brundage got Then we ate our Brundage also gave.:us note I am spending my | rabbits as she would have of her own kittens. = The rabbits grew faster and faster until they di have to be cared for by the cat any more. FRANK PARDY, Age 13. Norwich. Our Dan. ‘What shall we do with our Dan? He is a farmer boy, but he loves music as well as little Mozart did, and is always trying to malke it. . He does not know the names of the notes, do, ra, me, and he cannot sing from a singing book, but he makes tunes as the birds do. He sings as gally and sweetly as the blackbirds when he drives the cows and salts the sheep. He makes a fife of a reed, a drum of the milking pail, a trumpet of the dinner horn, a fiddie of a cornstalk. _ He tinkles tunes with the tea bell, he cuts wonderful flutes from willows | and alders. Last month my mamma was Sick in| where he was Back to Health By Peruna. May St., Akron, Okio, writes; ’ “I was In the drug business six years in Columbus, Ohio, - and- was l.n.mong the unfortunates in great. disastrous flood of the West Side, a year ago last March. Nearly all of the one hundred that perished in that flood were frlends or patrons. “Through cold and exposure and improper food during the flood, I was taken with appendicitis and acute in- testinal’ catarrh. In June and July /my life was despaired of, but recov- ered sufficiently tobe up* and around. My bowels seemed paralyzed. Could pretty)| eat no solid food. “The first of last December I de- cided to try Peruna. My appetite improved, and very soon solld foods could be taken. In two months time I gained 18 pounds. Now I am heavier than I ever was before.” No one could know better than 1 I hgve ten little tiny bantams and | Mr. Vogel the value of Peruna. He okd | has sold hundreds of bottles of it to people of the West Side of this city, proprietor of a very popular family drug store. He held a very high opinion.-of Peruna, even before be had taken it himself. Those who object to liquid medi- cines can now procure Peruna Tab- lets. Wm. Vogel, 867 that | Some people who like to hear theiy songs protect them from cats. Cats on the other hand are up te all kinds of mischief. Over 3,000 cata were killed in the District of Colum- bia last year. ! One night I heard a robin cry im a tree not far off. I went to it next morning and saw some featherm strung along the ground. The -cat had devoured the bird. I am giad to say we have no cats. An old proverb says: “Protect_the weakest.” That means “Protect the bird MYRON RINGLAND, Age 14. Norwich Town. [Cats. catch ra and mice which are rests: and if weil-fed do not kill ag many birds as naughty boys do. Hawks and men eat the birds, to The birds should be protected and cats. well fed. Thousands of starving ‘caté and are killed every yvear by hum societies. 1 am afraid some grown ups are wickeder than cats— UNCLE-JED]. . Joe Fairchild’s New Cap, When little Joe Fairchild had h‘x“ néw suit, there was a largfs piece cloth leff, and Joe‘ Fairchild’s grande ma said she would make him a caps of that. “Can you make a real nice one *® esked Joe. “I shall want it to ;loo like those in the store. I shall not want the-boys.to know you made it.” . Grandmp thought she could maka him_a. very pretty cap. When it was done Joe said-it wag “splendid,” and he was sure the boyy would think it- was bought at the store. . But.on his way to school next -morn- ing Joe stcpped on the bridge neas the falls to throw stones down the river. - His grandma had told him never to do it. He did do’ it almost every morning, and she had never known it. As h® stood there, i fresh gale of wind came and took his new cap, and before hé could catch it. his cap feil into the river—and that was the last of it! ANGIE WHITE, Age 15, Stafford Springs. R Grasse has 60 perfume factories, eme ploying 2,500 persons. He stands out in the wind and sings high and low with it as it blows. { Everything yields music to Dan. Dan | expects to have a violin, which will make him_ happy. MILDRED WHITE, Age 13. Stafford Springs. A Father's Awakening. Among the hurryicg crowds passing up and down iMain street was a dirty, unkempt man wearing a greasy, dirty suit of clothes and a torn, frayed cap pulleq down over his eyes. As he staggered down the street he stared GERMAN ARTIL! IDUNTAINS LEADS TO LERY ON MARCH IN’ oo 91 Bv AMERICAN. PRESS ASSOCIATIGN GERMAN ARTILLERY ON PATH THAT GLORY, PAIN AND DEATH. into all eating places hungrily, and s 3 at last entered a saloon. Here hej This is an actual picture of the Ger man artillery filing up a mountaine walted, occasionally getting treated to| side in the invasion of Belgium. It passed the censors because it was con=' a drink, and staying until the pro- | sidered a safe picture for publication. It shows the picturesque charactes prietor put him out. of the country through which the Germap troops passed to reach the soen® In this mannss. he-made,the raunds | of thelr present strygsles. 1 -