Norwich Bulletin Newspaper, October 15, 1914, Page 9

’.&'; _very x?:‘:’fahrm ¥ it p o s e THE WIDE AWAKE CIRCLE : BOYS' AND GIRLS' DEPARTMENT Rules for Young Writers. L munulflrnm‘.h:w-attu } tfiumtnflmhnotpen cil. Bbort inted articles will ;;:oflv:’l“:“.g: Do fot ase over ¥ Oviginal steries ar letters onl idfluufl. rite age and ad- L hER o i i » id B Tovedy eids but you” — k POETRY. & Apd gu T chance to tear my frock— B‘? end at once with stiches fine; For there, hung ‘beneath the cloclk, - T see: “A stitch in time saves nine. ; 1t Tm vexed at brother Ben, "“And‘ feel ltke' scolding a blus streak, IThis small line comes before me then: ‘7 “When angry, coupt ten ere you {"When taBks are hard, and I would Sk g y % Declare to try again I shan't, must begin E again, c.my-“!bm is mo such word as| can' this one is my favorite, 5" Though just a simple rhyme: *You'd betl wi . 3 i M Tetrault of Versaiiles—I : re- "’t oo prise book; “Dump, 1”1 have it thraugh xfl !nmm. I thank you very much for the lovely baok. o Gorman, of Versailles—I ¥e- foas pretty prize book you seht she. T have read it nearly Ahroush, and Tike 1t.. I thank you very much for B v x b ¥ Bertha A. Fuller, of Eagleville—I re- véived ‘“il book and thank you Vi itts of Snowbound” best. * Letitia ¥, Fislds, of Norwich—I thank g ety itioh Fob the prise Pook. 1t Tiked gauch. I thank you. = Rishard W, Tobin, Jr., of Norwich: T liked the books I réceived and like ‘thém veéry much. I also like The Meadowbrook Girls series. Walter Gavigan of Willimantic: T thiénlk you very much for the prize WGl you sent me.- It is very nice: * . Myron J. Ringland, Norwich Town: Please aceept my best thanks for prize book, Bpy Scouts' Wooderaft. silv=Dorothy P. King, of Plainfleld— - Mc-.n_pnu Girls i the Outside orld. i 2—Loretta Rich, of Norwich—The Campfire Girls Amid the Snows. 3—Hu, R. Broniley, 6f Norwich— Boy e G Sturgeon Island. 4~Ada Marriott, of Oneco—Th Little #unen.‘t W’:;rk. e of Seotland—A erses. Ringland, of Norwich ts on the Tri ail. ham, of Taftville— mid the Snows. of Norwich— Sunrise Hill. -Ruth Houss, / [Child's Garden of . 6~~Myrdn J. Hown—Boy T--Hartist G pum:flre Girls for them at any hour after 10 a. m..on Thursday. UNCLE JED'S TALK TO WIDE-. AWAKES, x — Uncle Jed has several prize books which were awarded and announced in the payer spnd never called for. How do you !'(}Dpflls it was the win- ners of prize books never got them? There are only two ways in which they could have missed them Uncle Jed can think of. Either their names were carelessly written and appeared wrong in the paper, or else they dia not keep watch of the prize announce- ments. - Uncle Jed has not said much about it, but he has had too many letgers written with such light-colored ink and hard lead pencils they could not be read by the printers, so they had to be thrown into the waste bas- Kket. This 1s one reason why some of the Wide-Awalke letters are never seen in print; and another reason for the non-appearance of many of them is that the writers show they are more ampbitious to get & book by hook or by crook than to say something in- teresting which will 'win one. ‘Writing about famous people and is.the cause of many meore failures. ‘Uncle Jed' has hall as many as six letters about Rosa Bonbeur, the 4rtist, reach him In a week, and he seldom has less than a half dozen about ‘Washington, Lincoln, Franklin, Grant, Columbus and other celebrities. Those who write about their excursions and pets and plays and work are winning most of the books, because they are telling Upcle Jed interes{ing things which are not likely to be told by any- one else. been shrewd enough to see this and have won many books because of their. sharp-sightedness. Always place your full address at the end of the story and if you live on a rural delivery route, do not for- get to give Uncle-Jed thé number. No one else will or should have a care concerning that. If the last sheet {8 too full another piece of paper must be used, just.at- tach it to the bottom with a bit of mucilage. : The only way to know whether or not you have won a book is to watch out. Those who fafled to get their books did not keep a sharp eye upon the prize awards. STORIES~ WRITTEN BY WIDE-. AWAKES. Toads, o A toad is the name given to various specles of tailless animals. Toads have thick, bulky bodies, short legs, and are covered with warts. They leap clumesily, and generally avoid the .water except in the breeding season. The food of the toad consists of worms and insects. The latter are caught by a sudden shooting out of the tongue, which is provided with a sticky fluid. ' The young, like frogs, pass through the t&d;?ol. stage. The North American toad is usually brown, or green, and is found on both dry lands and in swampy lons. The bite and saliva of the common toad of Yurope was formerly consid- ered poisonous, #, The toad is easily tamed and ex- hibits a considerable amount of in- telligence as a pet. . ANNA A: BLATHERWICK, ‘Age 180 Norwich, * Little Gilbert. = Many years ago a little boy. named Gilbert lived in a small town in New Brunswick, on thé banks of the St. John river. The rivet was deep and swift and Gilbert’s papa had often :’l}n‘:{ed him not to go too near the rink. One day when the little fellow was about six years old, he went with his papa down to the river and while his papa stopped to talk to a friend Gil- bert wandered along the shore. He took with him - his fishing rod and thought it would be flne fun to catch a flsh all by himself. He went close to the edge of the water, and dropped his line. After waiting a few minutes without get- ting a bite, he thought he would walk on' a raft that he saw close by and try his luck in a new spot. He crept along until he reached ’be outer edge of the raft, but then,fas he threw out his line, his little bare feet slipped 2nd over he went, plump into the river, A splash, a scream, and down he went. At the time there were a good many Indlans in New Brunswick and a par- ty of them were in camp in the woods near the river. They were peaceable Indians and very friendly to the boys of the neighborhood, who liked to visit their tents and see them weave bas- kets and make bows and arrows and slippers and other pretty things. Luckily for Giibert an Indian bo happened to be fishing near the mtz and saw him slip off into the water. THE POOL. The Pool city wama place where had been held many conventions, trials of strength, joyous feasts, harvest re- infons, surprise parties, bees to help sne another, farming operations, tree vhn(h;n, love scenes, and not a few es. iere is another peculiar thing wbout the Pool city. There is no sep- wrate -business section. No special ‘down towm” neighborhcod, for every lamily is in business at its home res- lence. The aim in each shop, fac- ry, store, or home being a supply of lood for gself and family. The co- )perative efforts are few in number. I'his_may sound as if the citizens of the Pool were busy in a selfish way. Chat is true to a great extent; yet there are a large number of the in- \abitants working for you and me. It the ‘workers—as far as our an i ests are affected—that we nust learn to distinguish from the bad. As I lie here on my back I can see iundreds at work while the glass I jarry will show me millions more that i stranger would not mistrust were ramping the streets and -alleys, _or noving in the water. ‘While thinking how the natives and lenizens of The Pool resemble the na- kves and enfranchised humans of the U'nited States I heard, or dreamed, T Lmuhd members of the Bombycidae ly, the Hyphatria Cunea tribe dis- lussing the selffishness of certain iumans who objected to their build- ng houses in and fiving upon certain rees. The trée under discussion was + Beautiful elm that was standing mald s group of maples. When Uncle Locust and Aunt Katy 7d suggested they use the maples here a dacided /objection. W] Build <webs in maples in levtember just as their leaves are praing? The food we wish to gather rom tr is deliclous and no hu- s need think to keep ks. Indeed it is to hunt places how.” s2id Anty. “vou wout time we bega: pr_transforming any “There you &re/ have to transform. Why not hatch an grow into the adult form as I do W'hg hibernate in a'chrysalis state during a long cold winter? You —must suffer. Better live a summer and then €0 to sleep!” " “Very -well for you, Madam, but we do not trust our destiny to the care of the grass roots. No! We do not suf- fer for we are protected and as soon as warms up the Spring, then Madam Nature supplies us with a fine Set of wings and we go slowly about during the evening, making new ac- quaintances “'with members of our or- der (Lepidoptera) and hunting up new l!e?)\('efl upon which to cradle our little 23 “Why do you select leaves near the end of a branch?” asked Uncle Locust. “To make it easy for the youngsters to build a web. Hgre you ever noticed the size and bright golden yellow color of our eggs which we fasten to the leaves in large clusters sparsely interpersed with halr-like scales?” “Yes! But they turn a dirty brown I notice before they hatch! But do you take any tree?” = “Not it we fan get those we pre- fer. Neither are our young all col- ored, or built just alike.” “What do your little folks do if dis- turbed, or are out of food?” “Drop to the ground. ©Our youngest will drop with a thread by which to return, but out eldest just drop—no NORWICH BULLETIN, THURSD OCTOBER 15, 1914 Although the Indian was not much older than Gilbert, he was larger and stronger, and knew how to swim. In an instant he plunged into the river, seized the poor little drowning hoy. and brought him to the land safe and sound. His papa took him in his arms, all wet and dripping, and after thanking the brave Indian boy for his nodle deed, hurried home, 1ding Gilbert by the way for disobedience. little Gilbert was very miserable. was mnot at all nice to be wet and frightened and scolded all at once, and worse than all he feured he would be fiunl!hu] when he got home. So when is pape carried him into the kitchen it was a great comfort to the little fellow to see his good grandmother sitting by the fire. She was very fond of Gilbert, and when she saw ‘taking stories from books or papers|. Some Wide-Awakes have| Wh thread—then start in a bee-line for an- other tree. If when examined this is found to be unfavorable for their use they: drop again and travel to another. When Jack Frost telephones he ex- pects to visit our homes we hunt a good protection in the crevices of the bark. Indeed, we do mot object to uss the empty cocoons of moths that are handy, or the corners of fthe bird- houses. Do you know the English sparrow by driving our foes away has given us a new lease of life? But man says we are a foe. GRANDPA LOWATEE, what a plight he was in she begged his pape not to punish the dear child this time, saying she was sure he had been punished enough already by his fright and his ducking. / His papa was happy to have his lit- tle boy alive and safe, that it was easy to forgive him, and In a little while Gllbert was dressed in dry clothes and sat down on his little stool before the fire to eat a red apple which his grandmother had brought him. That night when lttle Gilbert said his prayers, he put at the end: “God bl the brave Indian who saved my DOROTHY P. KING. Plainfleld. George and Brune. George and Bruno are a boy and a dog that love each other yery dearly; and well they. may, for they have saved each other’s lives. Would you not be very fond of a dog that had saved your life? ‘When George was a very little boy he was playing in his father's garden, quite safe, everyone thought. His nurge left him~for two or three min- utes, sitting with Bruno on the lawn. len she came back, both dog and child were gone. You may be sure she was in a great fright; she called “George!™ as loud as she could. Mother and father came running out to see what was the matter. ‘Then they heard Bruno barking at a distance. They ran quickly to the place from which the sound came, And there lay George, all wet and cold, on the grass; and Bruno, all wet, todb, was standing over him, wagging his tail for joy that he had saved him. For he had indeed saved him. When ‘his nurse left him, the child had trot- ted on and found his way to the d, and as he stooped to pick a water lily, he fell in. Bruno had jumped in promptly and drawn him out . You may be sure Bruno was petted and made much of ever after. Now I will tell you how it came to pass that George saved Bruno's life. But neither Bruno nor George can remgmber anything about that, for Geofge was a baby, then and Bruno was a_little puppy. As George and his nurse were out walking one day, they met a man carrying three puppiés to'the river to drown them. Bruno was one of these. They were all nice, bright puppies; but Bruno licked George's little fat Hand so softly, that the baby was quite pleased and cried to have him. Just then George's father came by and seeing how much his little boy was taken with the puppy, he said he might have it for his own. JESSIE BREHAUT. -East Norwich, N. Y. e Where There's a Will There's a Way. Not long ago there lived. a2 man who ‘was noted for his extreme obstinacy and his determination to have his own way. He had arranged one morning to meet a friend of his at a country station. When he got to the station his friend had not come. After he had waited some time the train came in, and just then he caught sight of kis friend’'s carriage driving along at a gallop in the distance. He knew that it would take flve minutes for the carriage to get to the station, and the train was due to start in one min- ute. So he went to the stationmaster and explained to him that his friend was very anxious to catch the train. He asked: "Would the stationmaster be so kind as to stop the train till| the carriage arrived.” g The stationmaster refused to do so, y will see about that.” the other; and he went and sat down between the ralls, right in front of the engine, ‘The stationmaster dared not let the train start, and though he begged the man gio get up, he refused to move until his friend arrived. ‘While they were arguing the car- riage drove up, and his friend got his ticket and then the obstinate old man left his dangerous position and they went off on the train together. The trick had /Deen successful though it was a very dangerous and foolish one. HATTIE PERKINS, Age 15. Colchester. Christopher Columbus. Christopher Columbus was born in the city of Genoa in Italy in 1446. ‘This little boy was the son of a poor wool-comber, whose business was to comb wool, and prepare it for the weavers, ‘When he came home from school he* would often go down to the sea. Columbus said: “When I am a man ~ SOAP Used exclusively and Cuticura Ointment occasionaily will pro- mote and maintain a clear skin, free from pimples, blackheads, ness, roughness and other unsightly eruptions. Semples Free by Mall Caticurs Soap and Ofwiment sold throughout the world. Liberal sample of each malled free. with 32-. book. Address :‘Cutioura,” Dept. 18B, Boston. I will be a great sailor and a here! In due time he really did become a great sailor and a hero. One day he saved the lives of a captain and his crew. He sailed away to many lands. In those days the sallors made only short voyages for they did not dare feared that the giant. Columbus had studied a great deal about the earth and the stars. He felt sure the earth was round and he want- ed to prove it. It was a long and tire- some journey to India. Columbus thought there was a_ shorter way. Oh! how he wanted to gol Colum- bus hed no money with which to buy ships. He could not find any sallors to go with him and no one would be- lieve what he said. The good Father kept Columbus et the priory and he hurried to teil Queen Isabella of Spain. The queen listened to him for he had once been her confessor, She fitted out three ships for Co- lumbus, the Santa Maria, the Pinta and the Nina, She also gave him some money. On one bright morning, August 17, 1492, you remember crowds of people were gathered on the shore and saw him set sall. LORETTA RICH, Age 1L Norwich. The Market Town of Macroon. T am writing about the market town of Macroom. This old townhas had many wars and dates back to very early times. The town is divided from East to West by the river Slaney, and it is crossed a six arch bridge, built in the sixth century. The town was the chief trading place in past ceturies for the west of Ireland and is & market town yet. Macroom is noted mostly for 1its castle which was built by the Carews them by the M: . It was part- 1y burned in the rebellion of 1641. The square building now cove with the most beautiful variegated ivy is all that remains of the original structure. It was once the residence of the late Earl of Bantry but is now one of the country places of Lady Ardilaun. What interests Americans most about the Castle is_the fact that Admiral Sir kinds, and the flowers“are as beautiful as you would wish to see. I walked up the winding stone steps in the castle until I got to the lookout. I could see the whole town and sur- rounding country. We were admitt to the grounds through the influence of one of our relatives. It was once the| center of the sporting gentry of Mus- kerry, for which this barony was al- ways famous. It was in Macroom that for centuries after the introduction of Christianity, the Pagan priesthood, held their assemblies. The scenery is very _picturesque. “There is good salmon and trout fish- ing in the rivers Lee and Sullane. The town, which is ilighted by -electricity, contains about 3,000 inhabitants, has good stones, hotels, banks, schools and | The Catholic church is a specious structure, with an embattled belfry, erected in the eighteenth cen- tury, and is lighted by electricity. There is also a fine Protestant church. The place is visited by many tourists and is well worth seeing. RICHARD W. TOBIN, Jr. Helen’s Ambition. Helen was the daughter of a mer- chant. She was not as bright as some others at school, but she always triel very hard. She always had a smile and a kild word for everybody and she was quite popular in the town where she lived. One bright, eool day in October a3 Helen was walking to school she kept thinking how nice it would be if she could go home and tell her mother and father she had perfect lessons all that day. “Maybe I can't get them ail correct; but at least I can try,” she said. All that day she worked very hard on her lessons. In the afternoon Hel- en's teacher told the class to write an essay and to see which one would have the best. Helen made up her mind to have the Dest, so she put all her emergy into her work. That night when the school was about to close Helen wase called up to the desk. “Helen,” sald the teacher, “you have written the best and neatest essay in the whole clase.” Helen was overjoyed. She received her essay rolled up and tied with a ribbon, and on it was written: “What vou can do when you try.” Helen went to bed that night one of the happiest girls in the world. Her motto always after was: “If I can do it once, I can do it again.” ETHEL B. GRAHAM. ‘Taftville. The Hen in the House That Jack Built Here is the house that Jack buik. Here is the straw that lay In the house that Jack built. Here ig the hen that laid the esgs in the straw that lay in the house that Jack built. Here are the chicks that must be fed, we'll give them some nice soft crumbs of bread and some for the hen that hatched the chicks from the eggs that lay in the straw that lay in the house that Jack built. Here are two hdnds all dimpled and | white, bringing the food that is soft and light, to feed the chicks that must be fed three times a day with crumbs of bread and some for the hen that hatched the chicks from the eggs that lay in the straw that Jay in the house that Jack built, Here for the hen is some golden grain, God sent the sunshine and the rain, that it might grow and ripen so fast and all from his bounty be fed at last HUGH R, BROMLEY, Age 7. Norwich. Redheaded Woodpecker. Once upon a time there lived an old woman. She lived at the foot of a hill. She was very selfish and mean. She thought she was dressed better than any other woman. She wore a black apron and a red cap. One day a poor stranger came to the door and asked the oid woman if she was kind enough to give him something to eat. The old woman was making some cakes, but they wers too mice to give away. They were nice and brown. The old woman made one much smaller. Then she Mid them on the shelves; but the poor stranger went away. ‘She was very sorry afterwards. She said: “I wish I was a bird.” She was turned into a bird, and her name is the redheaded woodpecker. LENA MCAS?E. Age 12. Uncasrville. Oid Patch. A poor boy was attending school with a large patch on the knee of his trousers. All of his school-fellows called him Old, Patch, and tried to laugh at him. “Why don’t vou fight one of us asked ,the boys. “Oh,” answered the brave bov, “you part 'm thankful for a good er, to keep me out of rags. I'm proud of that patch for my mother's sake. A patch {s better than a hole” FRANK PARDY, Age Norwich. . LETTERS TO UNCLE JED. She Likes Shorthand and Typing Best Dear Uncle Jed: I am sending you a postcard of the high school I attend. It is a large bullding and has a greal many rooms.. Wegyhave a fire drill every month so in case of fire we could escape in time. My room is on the first floor, 80 I do not need to use the fire escape; but the schelars in the academic eccurse do. It only takes about five or tem minutes for our fire drill. I am getting 13. lesgons. I am es) hand and typewriting, dut { like my ries are very interesting. I reading them. A Our club hopes xomnmflm or same kind of amusement on ¢en night, g0 I hope the weather will be pleasant. LILLIAN BREHAUT, Age 18. Eest Norwich, N. Y. How a Tree Tead Changes Color. Dear Uncle Jed: Peopie used to tell me a tree toad would turn the color of any article you put it em This seemed strange. However, I resolved the moss on the bark. I first put it inside an old seive and got it some worms and a variety of insects. Water was brought for it, but it did not drink. Then I put the selve and all on a strip of yellow cloth and in half an had not turned and never do. Then, as I wanted to see a green toad, I put his cage on the grass. In an hour or more there were green specks mingled with gray, yellow and black. Thinking I had seen him as green as he would be, I <l hanged him . | once more and put bim on an old black rag. I did not see the toad until the next morning, and then it was nearly all black, with the exception of = little sfay mingled. I soon went in the house and in hait an hour came to where the seilve was, and to my disappointment saw noth- ing in it. The seive itself was upside down. T hope to catch arbther toad some day. I hope other Wide-Awakes will, too! Only tree toads will change color. MYRON RENGLAND. Norwich Town. Dear Uncle Jed: I am going to_tell you about a dream which I once had. I had eaten so much turkey for my dinner mother declared 1 ‘would surely turn into one. I thought when I retired I would have a long, unbroken sleep, but it seemed to me before my eyes had hardly closed I was awakened by a voice which called: “Dinner! Dinner!” Surely, I did not wish for any more dinmer. It seemed as if T had just left the D!';ble.' But again someone called: Dinnert” I looked up and standing on the top of my bed I saw a big fat turkey. recognized him as the very one moth- er's farmer had brought to her two days before and the one I had eaten of s0_heartily that same day. In an instant it was down upon my plllow. Again it called: “Dinner!” Down through _ the ceiling, up through the floor, through the win- dows and walls came turkeys, and ev- ery one climbed ¥pon my bed. While I was wondering what they were going to eat for dinner, the same big fat one which had first appeared pounced fipon my head and began Pecking 4t my eyes. ‘What would mother say when she found me picked to pieces in the morning? for they were all pecking at me nbw. . “Ding! Dong!” It was the chimes of a distant church pealing out a new day. How the turkeys started! “Ding! Dong!” They were all fluttering around and gobbling like magples. The big fat one flew upon the mir- ror and addressed his people in a lan- guage I did not quite und As quickly as of Nod” was the tail of the big fat turkey vanishing out of my window. HARRIET GRAHAM, Age 13, Teaftville. 1 Strong and Quick. Dear Uncle Jed: Georgé was 2 big boy who could lift and carry a beavier load than any other boy in his class. Tom was small and slim and had not such strength, but he was the fastest running boy in his class. One day as the two boys were walk. ing home from school George sald: “What a tiny chap you are. Why! T'am stronger than you are. I could lick you with one hand.” Gearge replied: “Yes, you may be stronger, but I can run faster than you. T'will Tace you to the co rner u “Pghaw!” gald George. “Anyone run. It {s much bettér to be stro: Before Tom could make “ can thought of th woman sat on the over a poor old man who lay there very still and very white. “What is the matter?” asked Tom, .wp_gxng beside them. “Can I help you?” *“My husband is ill and has fallen ough to carry the old man, so George lifted him care- fully and carried him into the house. iW‘hlls doing it he could not help think- ng: “I was right. It is better to be strong; put sometimes it is better to be quick.” ANNA LAROCHE. Versallles. Jason Got the Golden Fleece. Dear Uncle Jed: I thought I would write you about a Greek myth. The Argonsuts were the favorite heroes who went in search of the golden fleece. Long before the Trojan war Aenos, king of Thessaly, became tired of rul- ing and conferred the crown on his brother, Pelias, on condition that he should rule only until Jason became of age. ‘When Jason reached the age and demanded the crown of his uncle Pelias didn't want to give it up; but he sug- gested that Jason and his companions go In search of the golden fleece. So Jason and fifty of his companions fit- ted out a boat called the Argo. When_they got to the place where the golden fleece was they found it guarded by a dragon with nine heads. Jason succeeded in killing the dra- gon and took the golden fleece, which was nailed to a tree. Then Jason and his companions started for home. The voyage Was successful in every way. ATICE KINGSLEY, Age 14. don't suppose I'm ashamed of my Scotland. last |for you within a very few days. CASTORIA ¥or Infants dnd Childre: The Kind You Have ALCOHOL 3 PER CENT. A e o '%o'l'Nn_c':om. How to Make October Fudge. Dear Uncle Jed: I haven't written to you in a long while, so I thought I ‘would write. My cousins and aunt, from Georgia have been visiting us, so I haven't had much spare time. They have gone back now. My little cousin Florence, who Is about five years old, did not want to leave her grandmother until she was promised she could come baXk again The trees around here are very beautiful now. When we are on our way to school we look off over the hills and see a very pretty picture. The oak leaves are a pretty dark red. The bir¢ch leaves are light and dark yellow: t prettiest of all are the maple Jeaves, which are a light red. I think if anyone could paint these autumn treee it would be a very pretty picture. Tonight I made some candy which is (l:ll.lod October Fudge. Here is the recipe: \ October Fudge—Two cups of sugar, one cup of milk, three tablespoons »f cocoa or chocolate, one tablespoon of butter. Put the sugar and milk into a pan-and when they are well warmed add the cocoa and butter; boll fifteen A Pretty Skin Makesa_l’{etty Face Stuart’s Calcium Wafers Cleanse the Skin Very Quickly and Make It Clear and White. Do you envy the girl with the deli- cate tints and the rosy glow of good health on her face? Do you long for the perfect freshness and beauty of her complexion? The means of gain- jog them are within your reach this very minute. . Stuart’s Calcium Wafers will work this wonderful miracle of good loo\k- No matter how covered with pimples, rash, eczema or any sort of skin eruption your face may be—no mat- how dull and yelloy your skin complexién = will be “Everybody Icves a pretty face and a delicate skin.’ Face lotions and creams merely alleviate the irritation of the skin— they are of no permanent value. Stuart’s Calcium Wafers go right after the canse of pimples—the po'- sons and impurities in the blood. They chase tkem into the pore change them into gases that a easily elimmated and then stimulate the pores into throwing them out. There is no waste of time—no, £0o! ing around. These little wafers as- similated into the blood, work night and day until every impurity is got- ten rid of, and you not only have a clear complexion but pure, vigorous blood that endows you with new life and energy. & Stuart’s Calclum Wafers contain nothing harmful—nothing but what thousands of physicians have used and recommended. Its chief con- stituent, caicium sulphide, is univer- sally recognized as the most power- ful of blood purifiers. 5 Surprise vour friends by meeting them with a face radiant with love- liness instead of the disagreeable, plinsly’ i’ they." aré’ used b0 Cave Vourself the supreme happiness that the conscio =8 of good looks and the power attraction will bring cu. i Buy a box of Stuart’s Calcium Waf- ers tcday and see how quickly the of minutes, or ldnger, if necessary. Test! by droppine & half a n in'a saucer of cold water. If it stiffens; It is done. ¥ . Take it from the fire, pour in & bowl. . and beat until it beghfs to thickern. Then pour into buftered pans. Marx off in' equares it is cpol. I had good luck with mine and hope other ‘Wide-Awalkes will have who try it. Oneco. My Trip to Chittenangg Faits. b Dear Uncle Jed: I thought the Wide-, Awakes would like to hear about my trip to Ctittenango sum - mer my mother, my father, brother and, myself went to visit my Uncle John| and Aunt Kate in Tully, N. Y. 1 ‘When I had been there about a week, one very .bright morning my Uncle' John said: 5 “How many would like to go on a’ picnic to Chittenango Falls? Of gourse, we all agreed. My aunt and “mother packed ‘the lunch. About quarter to ten my uncle wanted to know if we were ready. were | seven in’all, my aunt and uncle, my| mother and father, my cousin, my brother and myself. After we got fixed/ and settied we'\started. - ‘When we got to Cazenovera, which is about haif way, the tire blew out— you would think the earth had ex- ploded. — My uncle got out and fut 8 new tire on and after a while we agaln got started. We got_ to Chittenango at half past twelve. We got out and wenc over to the railing to look at the falls. If you look too long you get very .djz- zy. After we had looked all we want- ed to, we went over to the swings and swung until Juncheon time, at quarter to one, when we went and had lunch. After lunch we played hide and_seek, tag, and the cat &and the mouse. When we got through playing it was time to. start for home. ‘We left at four o’clock and reached home at seven o'clock. We all were in bed at eight o'clock. I enjoyed my trip very much and I hope the Wide- Awakes will have a chance to s¢e Chitténango Falls. - MARY L. O. CASEY, Age 12. Norwich. R Ruth’s Pets. Dear Uncle Jed: I will tell you abont my pets. I have a lttle black kitty whose name is Topsy. She wears a little collar with bells on {t. She fol- lows me everywhere I go. | I have a dog whose name is Beauty. She is black and tan. I have nice times romping and playing with her. I take good care of my pets and feed them three times a you sbout my- dollies. One of my dolls is named Dorothy and one is Arabella. I make dresses for them and have good times after. school dressing them up. RUTH HOUSE, Age 7. Scotland. e DR R Siam is not suited for cattle ralsing: and must impert dairy products. DON HOUGHTON THESE OCTOBER DAYS are ideal for ideal Photographio results. The ideal Holiday Gifts are 'artistic Photographs. -Christ- mas is just around the cormer. COME IN NOW — e SHANNON BUILDING 1 Norwich Garage 21 Pond Street Cars To Rent NIGHT OR " .Y SERVICE AT ANY HOUR Telephone 1231 pimples will disappear. They can be obtained at any drug store #t 50 cents a box. They come in a form convenient to carry and are pleasant to the taste. 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