Norwich Bulletin Newspaper, October 8, 1914, Page 9

Rules for Young Writers. z unly do_one side of tne vaper unly. and numioer Lie pages. 2. Use 'en and .uk, not oencil 8. Saort and pumted articies Wil be given preference. DO BOL USe IVe: 250 words # 4. Original ctories or letters oniy will be_used. Write your name. age and ad- di-as plainly ot the bottom of the 5. 2 Address_ail communications > Un- cle Jed Bulletin Office. I ————— ~Whazever you are—Re that! Whatever you say--Be true! Straightforwardly act, De _honest: fact, . Be nobody else but you. U POETRY. Little Brown Hands. They drive home the cows from t.h'e ture, Up pt‘l:wsh the long, shady lane. ‘Where the quflfi: ‘whistles loud in the wheat fields, rhat are yellow with ripening grain. They find. in the thick, waving grass- es, Where tho scariet-lipped strawberry Brows, P ather the carliest snowdrops, fl::d'(ha first crimson buds ntvsth rose. They tcss tho new hay in the meadow: They gather the clder-bloom white; They find where the dusky grapes pur- ple - In the soft-tinted October light. They know where the apples hang ri] Pt And u—'-'" sweeter than Italy’s wines; They know where the fruit hangs the’] thi On the long, thorny blackberry vines, They gather the delicate seawee: And build tiny castles of sand; They pick up the beautiful seashells— Fairy barks that have drifted to land; \ They wave from the tall, rocking tree tops W'hel-ep the oriole’s hammock-nest swings; S And l:n night time are folded in slum- T By a song that a fond mother sings. Those who tell bravely are-strongest: The humble and poor become great; And so from these brown-handed chil- dren Shall grow mighty rulers of state. The pen of the author and states- map— The ngble and wise of the land— The sword, and the chisel, and pal- ette, Shall be held in the brown, little hand. M. H. Krout. PRGN LETTERS OF ACKNOWLEDGMENT, C. Marie Wheeler, of Stomington— T received the prize book and thank vou very much for it. a very nice book and I like it, for it is my first book from you. I will write again soon. { Elsie B. Bromley, of Norwich—I want to thank you for the lovely prize book I received. Mamma says she thinks you make the boys and girls pretty nice presents. Marian Wheeler, of Stonington —I1 received the book yesterday for which I thank you very much. I am_more pleased than I can tell you. T will write again soon. Estella Adams, of Eagleville — I thank you very much for the p book entitled Water Bables. I have read it and like it very much. P. S. My petunia has 253 blossoms on it. ..Lena Krauss, of New Bedford—I thank you very much for the lovely «prize book you sent me, Harriet Graham, of Taftvile~Thank you for the prize book of the Missing Tenderfoot. I have read some of it and it is very interesting. .Dorothy Rasmussen, of Norwich—I thank you for the prize book. It is very interesting and I am so pleased with it. / WINNERS QF;RIZE BOOKS. 1—Lillian Brehaut, of Bast Norwich, % Y.—The Boy Scouts in Maine 2—Walter Gavigan, of Willimantic— Adventutes of Robinson Cruose. 3—L. M. C.. of Lebanon—Andersen’s Fairy Tales. 3—Frank Pardy, of Norwich—The Boy Scouts Tkrough Big Timber. 5—Charles A. Bromloy, of Norwich— Black Beauty. 6—Rita Bell Merifield, of Baitic— The Three Little Women's Success. 7—Rena Krauss, of New Bedford, Macs.—Thres Little Women. 8—Myron J. Ringland, of Norwich Town—Boy Scouts’ Woodcraft. L Richard W. Tebin, Jra of Nor- ch—Twe bool Engines UNCLE JED'S TALK® TO WIDE- AWAKES, Some folks get sad at Jight of thelpe Near us there is shallow water called The Pool, Around its edge is located sugar orchards, cul- tivated flel a great sheet of ids, native hard and soft woods and great t&'wn“ poal many living The orchard, the wood Iots and even the pastures are laid off into streets, alleys, lonz bighweays and Cross lanes so narrow, so concealed or even so wide that to your eyes there may appear pothing but the woods blic use by being used without ob- for over t yeara, In the orchard wooded lands and miotion are more active and no- ticeable than at others, Many of the sitizens of this place are quick in movements whils others are very slow, is thers gre those without fest, others with one foot, many with twe fest, » fow with thres, more with four or six or eight and millions with many = leat as the place is denssiy populated, Onas thing attracted my ettention— [risnds oocu&.um same building with loes, ~Fashl rule, While a cer- laln few can afford end do wear fur w feathers aven sbout the most coma THE WIDE AWAKE CIRCLE BOYS' AND GIRLS' DEPARTMENT NORWICH BULLETIN, THURSDAY, OCTOBER 8 1914 falling leaf, but there is no reason why they should. The falling leaf says to intelligent persons: “A full life spent— work well done!"” The leaves on the trees represent the great working force necessary to make the tree what God meant it should be, & thing of beauty and use. The leaves make starch for the trees to use. Each leaf has many little mouths—resembling little slits in the thin skin, with two guard cells on each side, like lips. They make an open passageway from the air to the green tissue, or'from the tissue to the air. In the green tissue of the leaves dre wonderful little crystals shaped like double convex lenses and they have to do with the starch-making. No man could’ invent lenses like these which bring the sun’s light to bear upon carbon dioxide and water and maXe them into starch. This starch has to be changed to sugar before the tree can use it. Su- gar can become flaid while starch can- not, and this flows through the tree ond it is from this we get our maple sugar which i{s made from the sweet- ened sap. The trces hLave made thelr growth for the year and the leaves arn drop- ping because they ere of no further use to_the (ree except to cover the ground and form a mat which protects the roots from the frost. ‘The work of the tree this year in- cludes the making of the leaves for mnext year and they are all folded up in buds and will not be released until the heat of the aun calls them forth next April. a Every leaf is a sign of industry and faithfulness—a symbol of truth. It has been true %o every purpose for which it was designed. The sun gives the leaves color ac- cording to the crystals they have made and their pretty colors are their re- wards of merit. The leaves in the fall are in grad- uation day dreéss, which is also their diploma for a complete course. ‘The falling leaf is not a sign of sad- ness for in working for the tree it has worked for us and by the sugar of the maple tree and the fruits and nuts of other trees we are nourished and blessed. STORIES , WRITTEN BY WIDE- AWAKES, Kilcrea Abbey and the Bogs. ‘We left Cork for the suburbs and took the train at Capwell on the Cork and Macroom railroad. We saw beau- tiful views of the outlying parts of the city, We saw Vernon Mount, Frank- fleld Hill, the Military barracks, the hillside of Sunday’s Well. In this place the ill-fated Lord Edward Fitzgerald lay concealed for a time in 1298. ‘We passed the city water works, the insane asylum and Mount Desert, then through a beautiful valley on bdoth sides of us. We saw large mounds of rolling ground with large fields with finé hedges-dividing ‘them on the slop- ing sides, large herds of fat cattle were grazing in fine grass and clover fields. In the valley and on the slop- ing ground were droves of sheep taken care of by a shepherd with two or hill. Now he must back the heavy more shepherd dogs watching the sheep. We saw the dogs go after a sheep that went away from the flock and lead her back again. This was very We reached Ballincollig, a small village, the chief attraction of which is a military establishment made up of cavalry and artillery barracks. Until recently there was a powder mill there, Tt was accidentally blown up eight years ago. Near the depot there is a stately ruin of a castle built by a fam- 'y named Barrett in the reign of Ed- ward III. X - As we left the depot and walked along the valley to the north about two miles we came to the old church of Inniscarra, “Sweet Inniscarra,” made famous by Chauncey Olcott, the actor. The village is built on the junction of the rivers Lee and Dan- don. F¥lere we took a jaunting car and our next stop was at Kilcrea church. Thig church was founded in 1465 by Lord Cormac MacCarthy for Franciscan Friars, and the founder is ‘buried there, but nothing is left to mark his grave. An altar tomb is Dennis MacCarthy of that century is also there. A short way from the Abbey is Kilcrea castle, covered with ivy. Tt Tooks beautiful The tower is 70 feet high. The csstle was built by Lord MacCarthy tn defend the Abbery A littlc ways to the west we viewed the Kilcrea bogs, Wc werg shown the place where the last wolf in Ireland was killed carly in the last century. The enclosed card is an illustration of Kilerea Abbey, and 1 saw sheep crazing there just as they are in the picture. RICHARD W, TOBIN, JR. Age 12. Norwich. rige | interesting to me. Kindness to Animale. The wagon was heavily loaded with bars of iron. Tt looked too heavy for! a singie horse to draw. The patient iture had strained and tuzged until succeeded in reaching the top of the mon dutles, there are many others who dress in a hony coats or even ag naked. Busirses during certain seasons con- tinues in an excited or intense way by reliefs both night and day. You may not realize it, but it is a busy place. I found that my human eyes had to be aided to see even a small part of what was going noticeq that while the wero generally healthy the apartment bulldings were also in a good condi- bt excepting a few old ones now dojug duty as storchouses for the thrifty, To one Wide-Awake this pool, or- chard and timber land are real fairy lands. To me, as I Introded, the streots, tenements, stores, ehops, fac- torles, by-ways and waters are filled with good and bad fairfes, talking a common language and yet preserving in a pure state a language for each clasg of the inhabitants. To do this they have many schools, lear the pool on the cormer of Marsh and Water streets, there is lo- cated an academy of note. Grandpa Toad hag lon; president, ably esasisted by learned principals and a corps of teachers in each department. 1 soon found out there were grade 8choels of different classes and large- ly attended kindergartens. In the lat- ter at The Pool tho pupils learned their A, B, C.s of knowledge very qulckiy by the Chinese method of re- citing—that is, out loud end all at once. QRANDPA LOWATER. load in at the open door of the barn. “Back, Jim!” said theedriver, pull- ing lightly at the reins. The horse braced his_forefeet and pushed, but the wagon did not move. The man got down from the seal, went to the back of the truck and pulled. 2 “Back!” he cried. The _horse strained every muscle. “Back!” cried the driver again. The wagon moved this time at least a foot. Once more the driver pulled and the horse pushed, together. “Back!'™” With the last command the great horse shoved with all his might. There was a sound of splintering wood and the wagon rolled back. Not a blow had been struck. Only gentle words had been spoken and the horse had done the rest. The man went to the horse's head, took his nose in his hands, pat- ted him between the eyes, and said: “Good old Jim. You did it, didn't youT I knew you would!” The horse rubbed his nose against the man’s cheek. MARY RYBIC, Age 13. Mansfield. One Day of My Vacation. One day while I was visiting at my -uncle’s he told me as my father would not go to see my mother he would go with me. % So one Sunday morning about half past 10 we started for Willimantic. To get there we had to go through Co- [ umbia Green, which is about ten min- utes’ ride from my uncle’s. When we got_there we took an old back to Willimantic, which is the shortest way to get to Willimantic, and we mnst be in time to catch the 11 o'clock trolley. g When we got to Willimantic Uncle put his horse out at a livery stable and we went and got on the trolley. This was my first experience on a trolley. We passed many places. Among them were South Win 10, Baltic and Taftvillee. We saw many pretty buildings and ponds, the names of which I cannot remember. After we had ridden quite a long time, we reached Franklin square, Norwich. We got off there and went into one of the stores and got some Moxie and peanuts. From that storc we went into another one across the street and bought a box of chocolates for my mother. Then we went into a place where we got our shoes shined. In this nlace we sat down in chairs in a row which were rather high from the floor. In front of these chairy were places made to put your feet on when your shoes are being shined. We stayed in this place about fifteen min- utes. We had to wait abdut half an_hour before the next trolley came. Whie we were waiting we stood on the street corner eating peanuts.* When the trol- ley came we got on and we rode £ some time, passing houses, stores and many other places. Soon we came in sight of the hospital, and then we came to a little depot where we got off. To get to the hospital we went up a long cement walk. There was a man outside the building. We asked him ‘where we should go, and he said int> the office. We went in there, where many were waiting. Soon it came our turn, and my uncle made out a slip, which he had to give a man, who had to finish making it out. It was rather hard to make this slip out. There was a man and his wife who had as much trouble making out the blanks as Un- cle and I did. He had made out three and was making ouwt another. My uncle asked him why he didn't take one home with him and make 1t out, and the man said: “The fellow here woquld think I was crazy when I came back here again!” Soon the man came back with the slipg and we went out and turned to the left. We went down to the build- ing and went in. The nurse said my mother had been transferred. So we went down past one building where one of the in- gfitus called to my uncle and asked m “If he was looking for someone wno was i Uncle said *“Yes.” The woman replied: “You won't have to go far,” and I thought she believed we were crazy. We went past this ‘building and into another one. There wasn't anyone at the door, so we went out and saw one of the nurses going up to one of the other buildings. We called to her and she came up to us, and went over with us to the building my mother was in. The nurse unlock- ed the door; we went in and sat down. Soon the nurse came in with my mother. We went into a room which I suppose was hers and visited about half an hour. Then we went out and back up to the station. There we waited about three minutes for the trolley which took us back to Nor- wich. ' We went into a store there and Un- cle bousht me wome peach-a I ate three and he ate one I didn't ke them very well and @ién’t want (o carry them all the way home. ao Uncle told me to go and trade them for a bag of peanuts, so I dia. We went from -his store down to a bridgs dut a little ways from there. and stood on the bridge and looked up the river. T*e trolley came along soon and we started for Willimantic. When we got thero Uncle bought me a number of things and then we went to a restau- rant and got our supper, then got our ‘FOR FACE SOAP And Cuticura Ointment are world favorites because so effective in restoring the | natural purity and beauty of the skin, scalp, hair and hands when marred by un- sightly conditions. \ Samples Free by Mail Cuticura Soap and Ointment sold throughout the world. Lideral sample of esch matled free, with 32-p, book. Address 'Cutiows,” Dept. 135, Boston. horse from the stable and started for Lebanon. When we arrived there my father said there was another week before school commenced, so I went back to Columbia with Uncle, where I spent the happlest days of my vacation. L. M. C., Age 15. Lebanon. Jack Pumpkin’s Story. The bright September moon peeped rom its hiding place, a fleecy cloud, and threw its rays on Farmer Green's ash heap. An old parsnip, half buried in ashes, sald to a pumpkin that lay propped up against a tin can: “Please tell me a story, Mr. Pump- kin. I am very restless and think a story will ease me.” “All right, Miss Parsnip, I shall }.elll you the story of my life,” replied the pumpkin. “Two days ago I was over there in the garden with my brothers and sis- ters. It was the same kinG of an even- ing as tonight. My brother Bill was 281“ an inch away from me and he ““Tomorrow night is Hallowe'en and we will be picked.” “I lauched at the thought and re- x,:i.'d: ‘They may take you, but mot “The next evening I was a bit afraid when the farmer’s children came run- ning into the garden. One, a bright little girl of six, came directly to me and pulled me from my place. ‘Oh, look!” she cried, ‘T have found a dandy pumpkin. He will make a fine pumpkin moonshine.’ “1 was taken to the house and the farmer cut my head off, and then he scraped out my insides and cut two eves, a nose and a mouth with a knife for me. I was then completed and was very proud. I was placed on a shelf and left there until after supper. Then I was taken dow~ and the little girl placed a | candle In me, - “The ... girl then carried me to 2 friend's house. As she was placing me on a window sill she let me fall and I was broken. I was no ®ood any }nare.lm ,,and was thrown here, and here “T like your story very much” said the parsnip. “Some time I will tell . GAVI N, Willimantic. GJ’\I\ i R The Honest Speller. a country school a ‘large class Wwas standing to spell. In the lesson there was a very hard word. The teacher put the word to the pupil at the head, and he missed it. She passed It to the next, and the next, and so down the whole class till it came to the last pupil, the smallest child in the class, and he spelled it right—at least, so the teacher under- stood—and he went to the head, above Llrtboyn and girls, all older than him.- The teacher then turned and wrote the word on the blackboard, so they migh: all see how it was spelled. ut no sooner was it writ theol]‘i‘t'tlxe dboy cried out: SERi “Oh! idn’t spell it so, M I said e instead of i e Mo owAnngche :ent back to the foot of his cord, more quickly tha gone to the head. 2 5 2 e Here was an honest boy. always have been thought he spelled the word correctly if he had not told the truth. He was too honest to take any credit that did not belong to him. JESSIE BRI y East Norwich, N. ¥, DT CHAUT. It would : My Ducks. had three bantams, one it iwo Rullets.” The ‘tws Dullets wanted to s about the same time, so 1 thought T would try some duck’s eggs. got tired of sitting on the nest. She stayed off the nest so long the eggs got chilled, and they were no good. The other bantam stayed on the nest all the time. When four wyeeks wire up the shells began to crn’;k. I had three ducks out of three eggs. One of the ducks died. I was looking for it everywhere and I found out the hantam had scratched it under the nest. The duck was the same color as the nest and I did not notice it under there for quite & while. The ducks grew and grew until now, they are oltgo‘)d‘t slz{e. th“;hen:g“ the bantam gets out of ein sight the; till they find her. oSy The ducks arc larger than the ban- tam. She is very proud of the ducks. I am going to keep the ducks so as to have duck’s eges. PARDY, Age” Norwich. e Picking Blueberries. One day my mother, sister, aunt. two younger brothers and I went blue- tering over to a pasture a mile from our house. We walked, and carried with us a twelve-quart basket, a five- quart basket, beside each one having a two-quart pail. We were having a fine time and had picked about ten quarts, when suddenly it began to rain, so we went un The shower only lasted about minutes, and then we began picking berries again. There were not many more guarts in the baskets before it besan to thunder and lighten. We started home ;Hltll.‘ the large basket and one pail u ‘When we reached home we were all soaking wet though we hurried as fast as we could. We did not have good luck that day, but we went another that week and picked about thirty quarts of berries. MARY BURRILL, Age 12. Stafford Springs. The One-Word Story. The one-word. story can be the fun- ni indoor ‘game imaginable if the players have plenty of imagination aud native wit. They sit in a circle, and one begins a story by saving just one word. His neighbor gives the second word," and this continues round and round the circle. A player who cannot supply a word, or who uses a word that does not make sense, must leave the circle. The keenest part of the game comes when orly two or three are left. The one who survives after all the others have failed wins. LILLIAN BREHAUT. East Norwich, N. Y. The Adventure of Theodore. Theodore aged opened his eyes halfway, then all the way, then he winked and blinked and stretched. A noise had wakened him noise was the slanfming of door behind grandfather, as he hur- ried to drive the cattle out of the P Grana charge of randfather was taking arge of Theodore while mother made a call, but of course he had to run when he saw the cattle in the corn. he ‘thought of Theodore at all he thought he was sound asleep and would need no looking after for a while.. Theodore rolled off the couch ontg a thick rug, picked himself upP, d started’ for the pantry. He remem- bered mother had been making cookies just before he went to sleep, and that she always made two for him. Mother had gone but the cookies were there spread upon a shelf. The shelf was so high Theodore could reach only one cookie, and so he was very much disappointed, when he dropped that into the flour bhrrel; but Theo- dore was not a boy who gave Up easily, so he dragged a sto¢l close to the btairel climbed upen it ‘tickets and went on the grandstand. peeped in. The flour was very mear the bottom, so was the cooky. Theo- dore leaned and reached. The next thing he knew he was in the_ barrel very floury and surprised. But the cooky was there too, and that was the main thing. He picked it up and brushed the flour off, then happily nib- bling it he closed his eyes and began the sécona half of his nap. Grandfather had just driven the last cow into the pasture when mother came back home. They went into the house together. “Where's Theodore!” they said in unison; and then the began— upstairs, downstairs, and in my lady’s chamber, both calling, “Thecdore! Theodore!” And I do not know where the search would have ended had not Theodore finished the second balf of his and gally answered: *Coor- Toop! “Did you ever,” gasped mother, as she lifted Theodore out of the flour barrel and began dusting him off. “Ne I never!” answered dfather. CHARLES A. BRO: , Age 13. Norwirch. LETTERS TO UNCLE JED. The Wicked Weasels. Dear Uncle Jed:—A few days ago 1 walked through the woods till I came to a great ledge. It was about fifteen feet high, and over a _hundred in length. To get to it I had to ascend a steep slope. when 1 got up to the foot of the ledge, 1 suddenly noticed 1 was on top of a high hill, that was covered witu woods. 1 had never been there before, as it was nearly two miles from the house, and I had doubtless wandered off my cousre while trying to find walnut trees. For when the walnuls are ripe, 1 know just where to go, it 1 look the trees up beforehand. It was certainly a wild place. 1 had seen several gray squirrels and countless red ones, and aiso chip- munks, near the ledge, but when 1 came they all ran in different direc- tions, some however ran into a large heap of stones at one end of the ledge. Then it canfe to me to climb to the top of the ledge, and I might be able to get a good view of the surrounding country, which is always my desire. 1 had a hard climb, but when 1 did get up I noticed on one side of the ieuse the taslest ot the trees were just level with my eyes, and the whole for- est looked like one great sea of green leaves, fluttering in the breeze, some places lower than others. while I was thiuking of this, I heard a shrill cry that startied me! At first it sounded in the tree tops, and then in _the rock, but finally I located it. Do you remember the old pile of rocks at one end of the ledge? It was in_this, that the cry came from. Soon it sounded again, but it did not alarm me this time, 1 knew_that it was a squirrel‘in trouble, so I de- scended the icage anu went (0 iuc Tock: 1 looked in between the stones and soon I saw, as if half deaa ana alive, a red squirrel come staggering into view. I could see a drop of blood back of his left eye, where a weasel had bit him. Soon the squirrel disappeared behind a rock, and just after that came a I imagined I could see the evil in his eyes, bent on getting the olood of the squirrel. | He was snuffing the ground where the squirrel had trod and felt sure of his game. He soon disappeared behind the rock where the squirrel went, and once :z'::rla’ th:“cl;ly anun?e{lhat'ill it died down elf, which mean t the uirrel had been killed. 5 Weasles are traveling pests and sleep in the night, though when game zt:ns near them they take it .any e. They always hide in stone walls or piles, somewhere where there are no people to disturb them. O’Vthde-Awa-:elthlhouldh know the kinds Tees an e habits of different animals and birds. MYRON RINGLAN Norwich Town oz Ase 1t Vacation Days at Block Island. Dear Uncle Jed:—Last summer we all went to Block Island, my two brothers, Arthur and Richard, and my sister Dorothy. First we went to a botel. The name is The Manisses, Manisses means “Little God’s Island.” The Indians called it that. There were two light houses. One was called the North Light and the other was called the South Light. We went to see them, and rode all around the island to the Indian graveyard. My brothers walked to Beacon Hill, where the signal fires used to be tc keep ships from going on the rocks. ‘There are 127 fresh water ponds on the island with pond lilies in them. We saw_big sword fish too, and went to Pebbly Beach, where they find garnets among the stones. The name of the bathing beach i= Crescent Beach, where we went in every warm day. There was a masouerada at the hotel and we were in itand dressed up. I was a Japanese girl, and my liit..e sister was a bride, and my little broth- er was a cowboy, and my big brother was a clown, and there were other funny children, too. They took & pic- ture of us all all. There was a harbor with fishing ats, and a little shell store. They =dld swords from the swordfishes, and sea urchins. - 1 thought the lobster pots were all chicken coops on the beach. The old men came down on the beach to get sea weed in dump carts drawn b, oxen. = RITA DELL MERRIFILD, Age 11. Baitic. My Trip to the Fair. Dear Uncle Jed:—I thought I would write and tell you about my trip to the fair. My father, mother, brother and I started about l;zine o“clock in the mont n e ot here aho ~ ‘We put our horse out at Mr. Brown- ing’s, who lives near the grounds. en we got on the grounds I looked at the poultry in the poultry building. T spent a quarter of a dollar on the merry-go-round. About one o'clock:s we bought our After we had seen the races, and the performing on the stage we went off from the grandstand and were h—ov .ooking at the flying machlne. Then we walked around the ground. After having a treat of ice cream we came home. \UDE ROBL\'SO‘\{. Aan: 48 Yantte. . &1 FE Neal Removes Drink Crave The Neal Drink Habit Treatment is the modern method of treatment for drink habit. It is safe and sure. It is composed of harmless, vegetable med.- icines, administered internally—hypo- dermic injections are never used—and removes the craving and necessity for drink in three days. Its action is as simple as it is safe. It eliminates all alcohol from the system and neutral- izes its functional effect upon the body tissues. When this is accomplished he craving and necessity for drink is removed. You dri: men all drink too much and need the Neal Treat- ment. Call, write or 'phone for full particulars and proofs that the Neal Treatment is what we claim for it— safe and sure. The Neal Institute, 1802 Chapel St., New Haven, Ct.; tel 5640 (day or night). DRUG HABIT SUCCESSFULLY TREATED. o fALCOHOL 3 PER CENT. Th(: Experiences of Aqua. Dear Uncle Jed:—Aqua was a little water baby. He lived with his mother in the ocean. He used to play with| the fishes. One day he asked the sun if he could go up in the sky and see the whole earth. So the sun went down and got him. At night when the sun was about to set and it was going to be dark Aqua wanted to g0 back on the earth. So he sun dropped him down and he fell on a rosebud. In the morning wheén the sun rose Aqua wanted to go up the second time so the sun went down and got him again. At night Aqua wanted to go back on the earth again. This time Aqua dropped on the mountain side, we call it rain; then rolled into a pond and then into the river, and then he went into the scean with his mother. AGNES SULLIVAN, Age 11. Uncasville.. A Moonlight Auto Ride. Dear Uncle Jed: I thought I would vrite and tell you about my ride home rom Taftville. We started for New Bedford at 8 o'clock Labor dav night. Theve waora ve of us in a large touring car. A ~iend of ours, his wife, my mother, "ather and I. ‘We passed through many small vil- ages, where we. could see one or two ights twinkling through the winda—re We traveled on one road all the time. My father was wo. we were nearing Gree-e w .s this side of Plainfield, when we saw two men coming down the >ad. He slackened wic speed and sked the nearest man: “Sir, is this the right reaman “The road isn't too green, you keep guius sud.c- ot there!” The answer was so urexpected we road but i to iThe Kind You Have Always Bought For Over Thirty Years GASTORIA THE CENTAUR COMPANY, NEW YORK OITY. / began to laugh. We didn't really stop laughing until we had gone about a mile. While we were passing through Greene we ran into a field through which railroad tracks ran, and thought t was the road. We backed up and | then_rode on, but at first the women were a trifle nervous. The moon was shining bright and it made it pleasant. We passed ruins of burn-d down barns in the country and passed through lonely places. ’ 1 could tell Providence quite a way off for the arc lights looked pretty against the dark background. As we came into the city limits we saw a building in full blaze, it illuminated the whole skv. It seemed to be a pretty large fire. We were cuided through with our ride, so we stopped in a restuarant and had a hot cup of coffee and a sand- w After we left Providence we had a lon. ride to rall River. It scemed about two hoyrs. We crossed the bridge and then were on our way to New Bedford. We were soon home and landed in front of the house at 1:15 a. m. I do not care for another automobile ride like it in a hurry. LENA KRAUSS, Age 14. New Bedford, Mass. My White Pony. Dear Uncle Jed:—I will about my white pony. My father purchased her about two ears ago. She was very thin when t‘e first had her, but soon looked bet- er. My brother and T took a saddle and rode her horseback. The first time I rode her she went so fast she threw me off. But after a “vhile I learned to ride her. We sold her Feb. 26, 1914, And I missed_ her very much. PERCY ROBINSON, Age 10. Yantic. tell you Bulletin _Pointers WHAT TO BUY ’ Fin: Hair (icod§ and Toilet Articles Dressing, Mar- Sham| 3 v Dyeing, Fa jair and "ealp - Treat. ment. Puffs, Switches, stc.. Made to Ordsr from Combings. ¥rs. 1.8 I0BRNDD) Chirapodist 5 &1 BROADWAY Telephone 1302-2 WHEN YOU NEED anything In Groceriss, Can Goods, Confectionery or Temperance Drinks drop, In to the little store of MRS. M. LEION, 100 Thames St Headquarters for Cigars and Smokers (Asticles _————— DR. N. GHBERT GRAY Gra "~ ate Veterinarian OFFICE Bailey’s Stable, 371 Main St Phone connection . DR. C. B. ELDRED DENTIST 43 Broadway, Central Building Talephofle 341-3 M. A. BARBER, Machinist and Engineer. S* .. Engine Rep-irs. 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