Norwich Bulletin Newspaper, March 18, 1915, Page 9

THE WIDE AWAKE CIRCLE BOYS AND GIRLS DEPARTMENT Crrm Rules for Young Writers. 1. Write plainly on one side of the vaper only, and number the pages. 2 Use pen and ink, not pencil. 2. Short and pointed articles will be given preference. Do not use over 250 words. 4. Origiral storles or letters only will be_ used. 5. “Writo yo.. name, age and ad- dress plainly at the bottom of the story. Address all communications to Uncle Jed, Bulletin Office. “Whatever you are—Be that! Whatever you say—Be true! Straightforwardly act, Be honest—in fact, Be nobody else but you.™ POETRY. Another Orphan. Les Wallace in Denver Post. Im only a colt and I don't under- stand— I wonder if ever I may?— { But there’s something wrong, i where, 1 know, For they're taking my mother away. 3 some- We were happy together, my mother and But we'll be together no more, For last night they said—tho I don’t understand— “More horses are needed for warl “The mare goes tomorrow,”—my mother they meant; And now tomorrow is here, And they’re leading her off—oh, what will I do ‘When {t's dark—and mother's near? not She nuzzled me softly and kissed me goodby— There were tears, bitter tears, her eyes— *Be brave,” she bade me, “our masters are men, ‘And whatever men do must be wise!” in But something 1s wrong—my mother is taken Forever and ever away— Pm only a colt, so I don’t understand— I wonder if ever I ma¥y? The Forgetful Poet. There 1s a river somewhere That rhymes, I think, with James— T never could remember both The places and their ——! Perhaps you will recall it, Oh, pshaw! It must be —! There is a city on it, A clty not so great; Its name is—mow, what is its name? Just walit a minute!— Alas, T have forgotten it, It has many a bridge, T never can remember that The city’s name is —! WINNERS OF PRIZE BOOKS. 1—Harriet Graham, of Taftville— The Campfire Girls in the Outside World. 2—Alice Purcell, of Colchester— Through the Looking Glass and What Alice Found There. % 3—~Fannie Safenbvitz, of Norwich— Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. 4—Sarah Becker, of Fitchville— Moving Picture Girls Under the Palms. 5—Laura M. Greene, of Willimantic —Outdoor Chums on the Gulf. 6—Almira Kramer, of Colchester— Outdoor Chums in the Florest. 7=Nellie Cotter, of Scotland—Out- door Chums After Big Game. 8—Florence Gayeski, of Colchester— Campfire Girls Across the Sea, Winners of prize books living in Norwich may call at the Bulletin bus- iness office for them at any hour after 10 a. m. on Thursday. LETTERS OF ACKNOWLEDGMENT Elmira Kramer, of Colchester— Thank you very much for my nice book, The Outdoor Girls in a Winter Camp. It makes ten books.that I have and they are all very nice. Nanoy Tetrault, of Versailles: T re- cetved the pretty prize book you have sent met. I have read it through;and it is very interesting. I thank vyou very much for it UNCLE JED'S TALK TO WIDE- AWAKES. It does not seem as If the boys and girls we see playing around are pre- paring themselves to be men and wo- men, but they are, and what they learn and what they think will finally con- trol what they are to be in life. Some boys who want to be useful think they will be boiler-makers, be- cause they like to make a noise and some think they will be firemen or sol- diers, because they like parades, but these boys who like to hear noise are just as likely to make it from the pulpit as men and those who like to see parades may become Owls or Elks, o ———————————————————— or members of some other parading body of men. Here is an imaginary lesson upen Success when the Sphinx acted as teacher: “What is the secret of success?” ked the Sphinx, “Push,” said the Button, “Take pains,” sald the Window, ever be led,” said the Pencil. Always keep cool,” said the Ice. Be up to date” said the Calendar. ‘Never lose your head,” said the Barrel. “Make light of everything,” said the Fire. “Do a driving business,” sald the Ham- mer. Aspire to greater things” said the Nutmeg. “Be sharp in all your dealings,” sald the Knife. “Find a good thing and stick to it,” said the Glue. “Do the work you are suited for,” said the Chimney. There is a lesson in this for the sirls as well as the boys, as well as a few smiles, The difference in viewpoints is here well illustrated; and also that one point of view Is not emough if vou desire to win, for it is tmportant that we should always keep cool, push, be shanp In our dealings. do the work we are suited for and stick to 1t if we would succeed in any of the dutles of life. The chimney doesnt believe in try- Ing to drive square pegs in round holes and the pencil hints that you cannot be led and ba wide-awake. STORIES WRITTEN BY WIDE- AWAKES, Caught Out a Storm, One summer when I was at Fish- er's Island, I had a very narrow escape from drowning. My mother, sisters, two cousins and I set off one sunshiny day in our little launch, the Juanita, for a visit to the life saving station. The station is about four miles from our house, situated on the east end of the island. While we were at the station, the sentinel in the tower saw a black ob- ject far out on the Sound. He told the captain and the captain gave the order to launch the lifeboats. In a flash the life savers were speeding toward the object. Soon they returned, as we thought with a drowning man. But imagine our surprise when we saw them towing a large log, fallen from a barge. How the men’laugh- ed! After a visit to a pheasant farm nearby we started for home. As we were pulling up the anchor we saw black clouds gathering in the direction of New London and the lightning was flashing. Before we had gone half a mile the storm broke, and such a storm! It hafled, thundered, and the lightning was very sharp. The waves seemed ~mountains high. Then for £00d luck the engine stopped. We were drifting rapidly toward the rocks and the water was coming into the boat. My cousin quickly threw out the an- chor. Luckily we had a rowboat towing behind. ~Somehow we managed to climb ‘into it. My cousin pulled so hard that an oar broke. We only had one pair, so one was of no use; but the waves carried us quickly to the shore. How glad we were to feel the land. We all sat under a big boulder, which was as hot as a furnace, and waited until the storm was over. We could not row out to the launch and as night was coming on we had to walk home. - It was a long walk, and drenched as we were, not a very pleasant one. All the neighbors thought we were lost. After supper there was a beautiful sunset and not a ripple on the water. Then my cousing rowed back for the Juanita and at night we were all safe and happy. HARRIET GRAHAM, Age 13. Taftville, The Habits of Flowaers, The flowers turn towards the sun. Look at a plant on a window-sill and you will see that the blossoms droop towards the sun unless the flowerpot is turned around often. If it is turned around a little every day there will be blossoms on all sides of the plant. Some flowers close up at night just as though going to sleep and open out in the morning. Orce a lazy bee fail- ed to get out of a tulip before it closed and was shut in for the night. The dalsy closes up at night into a little green ball something like a pea. ‘When it opens again in the morning it is very pretty. It is said that this flower was call- ed the “day’s eye” because it opened at _the dawn of day and was later called daisy. Some flowers hang their heads at night, but lift them up in the morn- ing. Some bloom at night, one of them being the evening primrose, Many flowers bloom during the A RAINY DAY It was a rainy Saturday and a hol- iday. Madge, Bess, Rose and Tom ‘were rummaging over the shelves of a large, dark closet off the store room where all sorts of souvenirs and trinkets had been stored for safe keeping. There, were boxes of all kinds from the tiny jewelers’ ring boxes to the large shoe boxes, all fill- ed to the brim with interesting things, many of which had some story con- nected. There were little pin cushions made out of flowered silk which, no doubt, had been given to grandma at some Christmas time, or perhaps had been made by grandma’s grandma. They were ribbons and bookmarks, 10 and dolls, some of grandma’s when she was a wee little mite of a girl all of which were laid carefully away, The children had had mamma’s full permission to look at, or play with anything they might find there, pro- vided they returned them to their re- spective placgs. In one box Madge found a doll's outfit, there were dishes too and a little table with chairs to match. These the' children lifted out carefully and began to play “house.” They found tiny napkins and a tea cloth which were neatly placed upon the table with knives, forks and spoons at each place. In the center of the table was ar- ranged a vase of flowers (make be- lieve) some they had taken out of one of the boxes. There were dolls and dolls and these were soon seated around the table, they were all well bred dolls so of course their table manners were per- tect. They made rather a grotesque ap- earance, however, for Araminta, the londe was minus part of her wig pne one eye was among the missing; Flora had lost an arm and the wires torinecting the other arm persisted in making that part of her anatomy ele- vated somewhat: Goldie was bereft of feet and legs, but in spite of that fact, she was able to make quite a re- spectable appearance by being tied to the chair: the rest of the doll family ‘were more or less disabled. Tom found a camera and thought he woulq take a group picture of them as they sat at lunch. It took some time, however, before he pronounced the picture “taken.” % “Oh, Tom!” said Madge, “I certain- ly saw something run across the floor then; what could it have been?” “A mouse, no doubt,” said Tom. “No, indeed, ’'twas much larger and I saw him go behind that trunk,” said Madge, Four little heads were bent together over the trunk, but their sharp eyes failed to see anything, ‘“Let's drive out whatever is there” sald Tom, “ang then we'll soon find out.” So they furnished themselves with sticks taken from a clothes horse and prepared to investigate. “Oh! Oh!” shouted Bess, ‘“4t’s the dearest little squirrel you ever saw. How did he get there?” And sure enough there was a squir- rel and a nest fllled with nuts, which he had stored away for the winter, and in the store room near the closet was a narrow window which was kept open’ night and day; a grapevine grew on the trellis which extended above the window and it must have been by this that Mr. Squirrel had gained an entrance and felt quite secure for the winter in this out of the way place. “Don’t be afraid little squirrel,” said Rose. “You shall stay with us all winter and we won’t touch your home.” Then they returned to their dolls and played “tea party” until sundown and all said “’twas the nicest time ever and we'll all know what to do again on_a rainy Saturday.” Several little visits were e to Mr. Squirrel afterwards, but the chil- dren kept their promise faithfully “not to harm his cosy home” NORWICH BULLETIN, THURSDAY, MARCH 18, 1915 spring, summer and fall, each at a given time. ALICE M. GORMAN, Age 12. Versailles. A Visit to Maine. In July, 1213, T left Boston harbor for Bangor, Mzine, On the way to Bangor I had a fine time on board the steamer. It was tho first steamer I had ever traveled on. John Smith, a friend of mine, was going to Rockland. He brought his dog with him and had much fun with it. - It was a large Newfoundland dog, and John bad taught him very many tricks. We sat up that night till ten o'clock and when we went to bed we were very tired. The next morning we arose at seven o'clock and were very much as- tonished to find out that we had ar- rived at Portland. This was _ the first stop the steamer made. When the shop arrived at Rockland John left me to spend his vacation with his uncle. After a good night's sleep I arrived at Bangor for which I was very glas because 1 was tired of the long voy- age. T went to see my cousin who own- ed a lumber camp in Banger. He was waiting for me at the wharf with his_horse and carriage. He took me straight to the lumber camp where the lumber men were just getting ready to send a great raft of logs bound together with chains down the river to be sawed into boards, The saw mill was about half a mile down the river where there was anoth- er camp of lumber men. The next few weeks I spent most of my time fishing and canoeing on the river. I liked my first trip to Bangor and hope next year I can go there to spend my vacation. I set sail for Boston and at Rock- land I met John 2nd his uncle who was going to Boston on business. The weather was fine on the way back and we enjoyed the trip very much. UNSIGNED. The Pygmies. Perhaps you have read in fairy tales of very little people called pygmies but there are real people in Africa called pygmies. They are very small. The men and women look as if they were boys and girls. The men are four feet high. The pygmies live in the forests. The forests are so dark in many places that one could not see to read at noontime. They are shy like children, and hide their faces when spoken to by strangers. Some of the pysmies are black and some are red. They do not wear much clothing, for the weather is always very warm where they live. Many pyg- mies have no houses and wander from place to place: but some of them have little houses, or huts built in the shape of a beehive, and four feet high, Their beds are made of sticks stuck in the ground with other sticks across them, They live by hunting. They use bows and arrows and are very quick and clever at shooting. They eat the flesh of the animals they kill and sell or trade the fur and skin and ivory for arrows and knives. They also t tobac and potatoes for their ns. They are also very ¢ shing. The pyg- mies plant nothing. They eat the ban- anas that grow wild in Africa. A Dpygmy can eat as much as sixty (1) bananas at one meal. Though the pysmies are small, they are ve brave ang all the other peo- ple who live' near them are very much afraid of them. JAMES T, SULLIVAN, Age 9. Bozrahville, Silk. Silk is a fiibre of great elasticity and strength, obtained mainly from the cocoons of the silk worm or mul- berry moth. The ezgs of the moth are naturzlly dercsited on the mul- berry tree, on the leaves of which the worm feeds when hatched. The operations are now carried on under roof, where the leaves are brought to the worms. After the worm attains its full growth it spends three or four days in spinning it's co- coon; which, when finished, is about one and one Lalf inches in length, and of a ktright yellow color. Be- fore the pupa develops into the moth, the cocoons are exposed to a degree of heat sufficient to destroy life, and the long fibre surrounding the cocoon is then drawn out and reeled, the fibre of several cocoons being united to_form one thread of fine quality. ‘Where a coarse thread is desired, the fibres from as many as twenty- five cocoons are united into a single thread. The reeled silk is then made up into harks, in which condition it is exported as raw silk to the silk manufacturing centers. LILLIAN BREHAUT. East Norwich, New York. Kenduskeag. I am writing a description about a city called by the Indians _Kendus- keag. It is situated on the Penobscot river, at the head of navisation; and at the present time is called Ban- gor, It was visited by’the French in 1656 who erscted a fort called Norambega. The place was permanently settled in 1769 and became a city in 1834. It is situated cne hundred and forty miles northeast of Portland at _the junction of the Kenduskeag and Pen- obscot rivers. The former divides the city in two parts, and is on the Canadian Pacific railway. It is one of the most important lumber centers in the country and be- sides its many saw, planing and molding mills it has several wood pulp mills, iron foundries, carriage factories, ship building yards, boots, shoes and mcceasin factories and pork packing establishments. It is connected by steamers with New York and Boston and other im- portant New England points, which makes it the trade center of five countles, with which it is connected by electric railway. GEORGE HOWARD. The Greedy Hens. \ On day I chopped up a large plate of meaat and took it out to feed my hens. There happened to be cne piece much larger than the others, having a bone in it, so I could not cut it. As I set the meat before the hens one greedy one caught this large piece and ran off with it Another hen wanted the same piece, and ran after her to see if she could not get it for-herself. ‘While they were chasing each oth- er around the yard, trying to eat the bone, which was too large for them to swallow ,the other hens ate up all the finely cut meat. When the two hens got tired of quarrelling about the bone they went off and left it lying on the ground. ‘They looked silly enough when they came back and found the nice meat all gone They had ’lost their dinner through their selfish greediness. Doubtless this was very foolish con- duct in the hens, but I have known boys and girls to be no wiser in this respect than Bantam and Speckle. NANCY TETREAULT, Age 11. Versailles. A Brave Boy. Once two boys were playing in an old building. Ones name was John and the other's name was Edwin. John was ten years of age and Edwin was twelve . They were walking on a very old plank when it suddenly broke, and they both fell. Edwin grasped a small beam and caught Edwin's legs just in time to John| sl save himself. They both hung in this position calling for help, but no one came. Under them was a large, white cement walk and they saw if they dropped they would be dashed,to pieces on it. They called and called, but all in vain for nobody came, By this time Edwin's arms were getting very tired for he was holding himself and John, also, Edwin said to John: “I cau not hold on much longer.” There was a sllence a minute and then John said: “Do you suppose If I let you go you could save yourself?” Edwin said -he thought he could. Then John szid: “Good-bye, and God bless you."” Edwin_felt him let go and other minute he was instantly on_the walk below. Fdwin then managed to get to the top of the beam and was saved. ANNIE L. FARNELL, Age 13. Stonington, in an- killed Sheep Raising. Sheep raising is a very Important industry, because there is always a demand for good mutton and wool. But it is hard to find sheep that will give a satisfactory supply of both wool and mutton. The American merinos ‘are some of the best wool producers; but they have large folds of skin on their bodies that are a disadvantage at shearing time. They have bodies and their mutton is of a coarse type. Their lamb production is low. The Delaine Merinos have been tried, in an attempt to get rid of the trouble that these wrinkles give. They are larger and do not have so many wrinkles, The Rambuillet originated in France. They are the largest of any of merinos, and produce some fairly good mutton. very high among the mutton breeds. The Shropshires are very popular for mutton. They have black nos and feet. In England 12,000 ewe: raised 20,000 lambs in one year. They are often raised for wool, but their wool is not of the finest quality. They are very prolific. The Southdown are a_ good mutton breed. They are smaller than the Shropshires, but their wool is quite valuable. The Hampshire down. and Oxford down also belong to this class. The Dorset horn has attracted a gread deal of attention where winter lambs are raised. Those who have raised them say the lambs are generally ready for the spring markets, The two reasons why sheep -raising has not been so important till was the cost of fencing materials and the trouble which dogs made; but now fencing material can be bought cheaply that will hold the sheep in, and the dogs out. But another thing that must be changed is the size of the farms. It will take several of the ordinary farms to make one large enough to raise sheep on. A. SCHWAITZBERG, Age 14. Mansfield Center, Conn. The Happiest Boy. Once there was a king who had little boy whom he loved. He ¢ him beautiful rooms to live in, pictures and toys and books amuse him. He gave him a pony to ride, and a row boat on a lake and servants, He provided teachers who were to give him knowledge that would make bim good and great; but for all this the young prince was not happy. He wore a frown wherever he went, and was always wishing for something he did not have, P length a magacian came to court. He saw the boy, and said to the king: “I can make your son happy, but you must pay me my own price for telling vou the secret.” “Well,” said the king, “what you ask T will give.” So the magician took the goy intv a private room. He wrote something with a white substance on a piece of | paper. Next he gave the boy a lighted candle, and told him to hold| it. under the paper, and then see what he could read. Then the ma. 3t went away and asked no price Th white letters turned to a beautiful blue. They formed these words: “Do a kindness to some one every aay.” The prince made use of the secret, and became the happiest boy in the kingdom, FRANK PARDY, Age 14. Norwich. A Walk in the Woods. A week ago last Sunday my moth- er, brother and my sisters, two little girls and myself, went for a walk in the woods. ‘We started from the house abcut two o'clock. We went down the road a little ways and then turned onto a path. There we had to get over a fence. It was very hard to get over because it was made of barbed wire. After we got over we ‘went on past the old oak tree into a lot which my father owns called “the Rye lot”* There we crossed a little brook and went on up the hill. Then mamma stopped beside the path and cut off some little branches of laurel there. She sat down and took a knife and split one end of a twig. She cut a leaf in two and put it into the split in the twig. ‘We stood around wondering what it was. What dc you think it was? It was a laurel whistle. She made each one of us one. As we ran through the woods blowing our whistles mam- ma sald we sounded like crows. ‘We went down into the maple swamp where Mr. Swan is cutting wood for papa. After we saw how much wood he had cut we came back into the path that led through Mr. Swider’'s lot arnd over the stone bridge, up the road to my sister’'s house where we left her little girls. Then we went on down to our house. ‘We were very tired when we reach- ed home. ALICE PURCELL, Age 10. Colchester, The Locket That Was Baked, One bright, sunny morning in 'May an old woman was seen in a farm- ‘house, busily kneading her dough, while not far in the distance a tramp was seen walking along the dusty highway. As he passed the quaint old farmhouse he paused to listen and as everything seemed quite still he came back and walked in the open door. ‘The old woman was still kneading her bread and, having her back turn- ed upon the tramp, she quickly pulled off her valuable locket and put it into the dough. She knew the tramp was sitting in a chair, but as he was glancing at the articles in the room he did not notice her actions. She put the dough iInto the oven and then, having pity on the tramp, gave him a meal and some money. She was so delighted to have saved her locket, which was very old and valu- able. LILLIAN BREHAUT. Hast Norwich, N. Y. The President’s First Trousers. ‘When President Taft was seven years old his mother brought him a pair of short duck trousers. The first time they were washed they shrank badly. ‘The boy was fat, but his mother wedged him into the trousers against his protest. He went out to play, but in a few minutes he re- turned. “Mamma,” he said, “I can’t these pants; they are too tight. Mamma, they are tighter Kin “Oh, mo, they're not, Billy,” replied ‘wear ‘Why, than my small | But they do not rank| i s|not now, | I ithe house, | ana but boy did as he was told, and the| his mother. “Nothing could be tighter than_your skin.” “Well, all the same, these pants are. I can sit down in my skin, but I can’t in these pants.” FANNIE SAFENOVITZ, Age 9. Norwich. How | Was Frightened. One hor summer day I thought I would take a walk in the woods. It scemed as If there was not a breath of air stirring. The branches of the trees did not move, unless a bird, tired of fiight, stopped to rest on them. The trees were decked In their green foli- age, and the flowers were strewn about on the ground, dressed in their bril- lient colors. 1 followed a winding path which led to a bubbling brook, sparkling in the sun. As I walked onward the woods became denser and the air cooler. The birds were singing their gay songs, and ionally a squirrel would jump from tree to tree, chat- t and scolding, if things did not £o right. 1 stopped in the cool shade of these trees and rested before I jour- neyed homeward. After 1 hag rested for a while, T started back, following the same wind- ing path I had taken. As I walked leisurely along, I thought I heard the bushes moving farther ahead of me. I stopped and listened. Sure enough, there was something; whether it _was man or beast I did not know, but I did know that I was frightened. I gazed around me, but no refuge uld I see. As it came nearer I de- cided that it must be an animal by >; but what I could not imagine. - this time my heart was almost in my mouth, but I dared not move for fear of making a2 noise, which would of course act the creature’s attention. I watched the bushes in the direc- tion from which the animal was com- z. All_of a sudden from among the bushes there appeared a little white head. T sank to the ground and could keep from laughing, for there ahead of me stood my pet sheep. It had often followed me on a journey in the woods, but never before had it siven me such a scare as this. LAURA M. GREENE, Age 15. Willimantic. The Despised Fly. The common house fly v It come: warm weather and stays udtil killed by the cold; but some are ed during | the winter, in warm places, and from these are raised the swarms which fill our houses in summer. Flies are usu- ally most numerous around stables. All house flies are of about the same The v mall ones and the very e ones, which we often see about belong to other Kkinds. Among the smaller kinds are the cheese fly, which lays its eggs in cheese, and makes the maggots that live in it. The bluebottle fly, which the larger kinds, therefore dead a als, sl butcher shops People often ask what are flies made for, but if it were not for this little in- sect the death rate of our cities and towns would be much higher than it found vith the is is one of lays its eggs in meat found mostly around ughter houses and lies deposit their eggs in every n as it is dead, and the gots feed upon it, and thus act as cavengers, purifying the summer air )y supp up all sors of decaying things which if left to putrefy would i bring cholera, dysentery, typhoid fever and other di s, | So the fly is one of man’s best friends, instead of being a pest ,as it is | usually considered. SARAH BECKER, Age 12. Fitchville. From Norwich to Dover. On the 20th of June last summer we tock the 9.02 a. m. train at Norwich for Putcam. At Putnam we took an- other train for Boston, where we ar- rived at 12. t Boston we came to the South ion, which covers elewen acres. rer twelve hundred trains leave the ion eaoh day. the ticket office we purchased tickets for the elevated railway to the North station. We suddenly found that my younger brother was missing; we Wwere soon reassured, as we aw him coming down the entrance This man was the ticket there aré no conductors on_those cars. We took the Rockingham express, hich stopped at Rockingham and then Dover, N. H., at 1 p. m. This express travels at the rate of thirty or more les an hour. We arrived in Dover at 2.45 p. m., where my aunt was at the station waiting for us. Dover is situated on the Cocheco and Piscataqua rivers, has a fine wa- ter power and is about half the size of the Rose of New England. I will write about my stay in that city and my departure next week. PAUL E. MAURICE, Age 12. Versailles. The Story of a Pussy Willow. One day in March, after it had rain- ed. a little boy came into the woods in which I grew. He walked toward me and admired me. How handsome I looked! He picked me and brought me to school to give to his teacher. She put me in a large vase. The chil- dren passed me as they came in school and some of them said: “What a large pussy.” The teacher had the ohildren draw me. Every day she put fresh water into the vase which I was in. sAfter I was in the vase four days I began to wither. The teacher threw me into the garbage can. After school, the boy that gave me to the teacher picked me'up and took me to his home. He pressed me in his arithmetic and kept me. LEWIS SEARS, Age 9. Norwich. LETTERS TO UNCLE JED. The Chestnut Hill Road . Schoolhous Dear Uncle Jed: I thought I would tell about my school. It is a littls white schoolhouse, about three miles from the town of Colchester, on the Chestnut Hill road. . By the side of the school, so close that the trunk touches the edge of the roof, grows a large ash tree. In the front are two sStone steps. Just as you go in is a hall, where the children keep their coats, hats and dinners, and also where firewood is put. As you go in the schoolroom, on the left is a platform on which is the teacher’s desk, a desk where she keeps books and her chalir. Up over the door are two small flags. On each side of the school is a row of desks, and in the middle behind the stove are two more desks. Behind these is a library. There are six windows and seven blackboards on the sides of the school- room, besides a few pictures Which hang on the walls. ALMIRA KRAMER. Colchester. * My Pet Rooster. Dear Uncle Jed: I am going to tell you_about my pet rooster. His name is Chip and he is a White Leghorn. He was given to me last Baster when he was a_day or two old. He is the only pet I have and I think a great deal of him. I put him out every morning after I get up. Mother has a running vine which he is very fond of and will eat it whenever he gets a chance. Every noon when I come home from school he follows me up to the house and stays at the door until I give him his dinner. I take him in every night at 5 o’clock or later and give him his supper, then Chil, NARNNIN NNNNN r It SR The Kind You Have Always Bought, and which has been in use for over 30 years, has borne the signature of and has been made under his per< L7z Allow sonal supervision since its infancye no one to deceive you in this. LAll Counterfeits, Imitations and ¢¢ Just-as-good ’> are but ‘Experiments that trifle with and endanger the health of Infants and Children—Experience against Ex] What is CASTORIA Qastoria is a harmless substitute for Castor Oil, Pare= goriec, Drops and Soothing Syrups. It is pleasant. I contains neither Opium, Morphine nor other Narcotic substance. and allays Feverishness. Its age is its guarantee. For more than thirty years it It destroys Worms has been in constant use for the relief of Constipation, Flatulency, Wind Colic, all Teething Troubles an(i Diarrhcea. It regulates the Stomach and Bowels, assimilates the Food, giving healthy and mnatural sleeps The Children’s Panacea—The Mother’s Friends GeENUINE CASTORIA ALways Bears the (4 Signature of In Use For Over 30 Years The Kind You Have Always Bought THE CENTAUR CO! NY, NEW YORK C I put him in his little house which is in the cellar. BEULAH CARPENTER, Age 9. Norwich. The Cragin Library, Colchester. Dear TUncle Jed: Cragin Memorial library is situated in the central part of Colchester. It is near Bacon acad- emy, the Congregational church and the postoffice. Dhis_building is made of brick and painted a cream color. Above the door is written “Open to All” and “Cragin Memorial.” Front of the di light. In the first room as is the lib: ian’s desk. On both of the library there are reading rooms, one for the children and the other for the older people. On each side of the room there are three tables with rs beside them for the people who sit and read, In hoth rooms there and above the fireplaces are pictures hanging which were given to the libra- r Y- In the children’s reading room is a piano which was made in London in the year 1800 and which was presented to Colchester library by Mrs. Mary E. Gillette. On the side where the older people sit is a little reference room. In back of the librarian’s desk there are about eight bookracks which contain about five thousand books. The library is lighted with electric lights which were put in a few years ago. Down stairs in the basement there are about eight rooms, one of which is a playing room, one a workshop, one an office, one a reading room, and one contains’ tools. There are two furfaces. The libra- ry is open three doys in the week, Sat- urday, Tuesday and Thursday. It was founded in the year 1805 by Mr. Cra- gin. A marble slab’says: “Presented to the town of Colchester in memory of Edwin Cragin by his son, Edwin B. Cragin—1905." FLORENCE GAYESKI, Age 13. Colchester. Kite Flying. Dear Uncle Jed: One night after school I went out to fly my kite. At first I had trouble in getting it up, but at lagt I succeeded. The wind was blowing very hard and the kite darted very much in the wind. It had a very. long blue tail which made many grace- ful curves and turns. A little girl looking out of her win- dow said: “Mamma, see the pretty kite.” er mother looked, too, and sald “I think it is beautiful, too They were watching a very long time. Once the wind stopped a little and the kite almost went into the trees, but the wind began to blow and the kite went far out. One day as I was flying my kite I heard a great shout. I went to see what it was, but when I came to the spot I saw a lot of boys up in a tree untangling a kite. So I_went back where 1 flew it before. ‘I put it up again, Wien it was growing dark I took it down and went home. ABRAHAM MARKOFF, Age 11. Norwich. How She ‘Helps Mother. Dear Uncle Jed: I am going to tell you how I help my mother. She is making a quilt. I have to featherstitch around the edge and in the center. At first I thought it was very hard, but now that I can do it I rather like it. On Saturday I help to sweep and dust. T wonder if any of the Wide Awake Circle are interested in drawing? I would like to learn to draw if I could take lessons. I am sending you a picture of a lit- tle Dutch boy and girl that I drew. I could not make the little Dutch gir] —_— D Man Takes His Own Medicine Is an Optimist. ‘He has absolute faith in his medi- cine—he knows when he takes it for certain ailments he gets relief. 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NELLIE COTTER, Age 12. Scotland. (The pictures were very well made for a little girl.—Uncle Jed.) What Sarah Saw in New York. Dear Uncle Jed: Last summer I vis- ited New York with my mother. While on the train 1 saw many things that I did not see before. After a weary ride New York. r ed through the Grand Cen- tion I heard a great noise of ng and running wagons and au- We soon arrived, tired out, andmother’s house, we visited the Zoo and the I liked there was a family 1keys, a father, a mother and a The mother was holding the baby in her arm, which was sucking a ilk bottle, while the father looked at them, very much amused. SARAH MARKOFF, Age 9. Norwich. My Playhouse. Dear Uncle Jed: I have a playhouse. It is about four feet high and- three feet wide and has a little door. When I go into the house I have to crawl in. I have about thirty pictures in it, and a stocking I made at school. I have pussy willows in the stocking. The curtains that ‘T've got are green. It is a very small house. Before I began playing I had some ice in it. I took it out and put in our old barn. > T put on my roof some cloth, boards, tar paper and tin. Some day I expect it to fall in. I like it because it is small. EDNA KENDALL, Age 10. Versailles. Frederick's Rabbits. Dear Uncle Jed: I am a little boy & years old. I have two rabbits. They I got them from my uncle. They are very nice. I give them milk to drink and apples, carrots and meal to eat. I like my rabbits. My papa made a little house for them. It has two parts, one to sleep in and one to play in. Their names are Joe and Tom. FREDERICK IRONS. Versailles. No More Piles Simple Home Remedy Easily Applied Gives Quick Relief—Mailed Free, Sample Package of the Famous Pyramid Pile Remedy Now Offered Free to [ Prove What It ‘WillDo forYou. Pyramid Pile Remedy gives quick relief,stops itching, bleeding or protrud- ing piles, hemogrhoids and ail rectal troubles, in the privacy of your own home. §0c a box at all dru . 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