Norwich Bulletin Newspaper, March 25, 1915, Page 9

. NORWICH BULLETIN, THURSDAY, MARCH 25, 1915 THE WIDE AWAKE CIRCLE BOYS AND GIRLS DEPARTMENT Rules for Young Writers. . Write plainly on one side of the r_only, and number the pages. Use pen and ink, not pencil. . Short and pointed articles will be given preference. Do not use over 250 words. 4. Original storles or letters only will be used. 5. Write 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 truel Straightforwardly act, Be honest—in fact, Be nobody else but you.” POETRY. My Baby—and Hers. Across in my nelghbor’s window, With its folds of satin and lace I see, with its crown of ringlets, A baby's innocent face. 'rh; thrang in the street lgeku upward, nd everyone, grave and gay, Has a nod and a smile for the baby In the mansion over the way. Just here in my cottage window, His chin in his dimpled hands, And a patch on his faded apron, The child that I live for stands. He has kept my heart from breaking For many a weary day; And his face is as pure and handsome As the baby’s over the way. Sometimes when we sit together, My grave little man of three, Eore vexes me with the question, “Does God, up in heaven, love me?” ‘And I say, “Yes, yes, my darlin; Though T almost answer As I see the nursery candles In the mansion over the way. And oft when I draw the stockings From off his little tired feet, And loosen the clumsy garments From his limbs, so round and sweet, I grow too bitter for singin My heart too heavy to pray, As T think of the dainty raiment Of the baby over the way. O%, God in heaven, forgive me For all I have thought and safd! My envious heart is humbled; My neighbor’s baby is dead! I saw the little white coffin As they carried it out today, And the heart of a mother is breaking In the mansion over the way. The light is fair in my window, The flowers bloom at my door; My boy is chasing the sunbeams That dance on the kitchen floor. The roses of health are crowning My darling’s forehead today; But the baby is gone from the window Of the mansion over the way! UNCLE JED'S TALK TO WIDE- AWAKES. Lots of Wide-Awakes cultlvats little garden patches and grow vegetables, but all cannot do it, because they have not the ground; but every Wide-Awake can cultivate cheerfulness and it al- ways pays. Now cheerfulness to the mind is just ‘what sunshine is to the ~flowers—it keeps the way of life bright and shin- ing. Those who know say cheerfulness is ‘health, endurance, the lightener of bur- @ens, the habit of always looking on the best side of everything. Cheerful- ness holds hands with hope in all the disasters of life if permitted. You should all remember “The cheer- ful lve longest in years, and also in our regards.” Cheerfulness lends such a charm to 1ife that it makes the invalld want to Hve and the nurse happy in daily ser- vice. It must have been a cheerful person ‘who first discovered every cloud has a silver lning. Cheerfulness is the finest every-day virtue and no one in the world ever re- gretted cultivating it. The man who sings at his work and the crippie or invalid full of patience and smiles ere cultivators of cheerful- ness. Cheertful people keep everybody about them good natured. Wide-Awakes, you may cultivate cheerfulness by sesing the best in your playmates, see the best in your studies and chores, seeing the best in every- thing. Keeping from complaining and fault-finding. WINNERS OF PRIZE BOOKS. 1—Irene Mathieu of Columbia, Dim- ple Dallas. 2—Hazel Gifford of Putnam, A Little Girl in Old New York. *—Joseph Janiak ‘West ‘Willington, ‘Rebel of the School. 4—Bessie Fox of Norwich, Mistress May. 5-—Michael J. Burns of Fitchville, Miss Malcolm’s Ten. 3 6—Theodore S. Abel of Yantic, Katle Robertson. 7—Edna Kendall of Versailles, Little Mies Mouse. 8—Gladys Stark of Yantic, A Little Girl in Oid Chicago. ‘Winners of books living in the city ‘may call at The Bulletin business office for them at any hour after Thursday. LETTERS OF ACKNOWLEDGMENT. 10 e m. N\ Henrietta Bush of Versailles: I re- celved the prize book you sent me, of The Boys of the Wireless, and I thank you very much for it. William Shaw of Norwich: I thank you very much for the prize book I received, entitled The Newsboy Part- ners. Catherine Nelson of Versailles: T re- ceived the prize book, and I thank you yery much for it. It is very interest- ng. Florence Gayeski of Colchester: I thenk you very much for the prize ‘book you sent me, entitled Camp Fire Girls ‘Across the Sea. I have read it and found it very interesting. Francis O'Connell of Norwich: I thank you véry much for my prize book, entitled Dave Darrin's Second Year at Annapolis. I have read it through and find it very interesting. Arlene Pearl of Augusta, Me.: I thank you very much for the lovely prize book you. sent me, entitled The Bobsey Trine. It was very interest- ing. Sarah Becker of Fitchville: I thank you for the prize book, entitled The Moving _ Picture Girls Under the Palms. I have read it and find it very interesting. STORIES WRITTEN BY WIDE- AWAKES. The Unseen Giant. There is a mighty giant in _the werld who is as old as the world. You have often heard his voice and felt his touch, but you have never seen his face. ' Sometimes he files out over the sea and chases the ships. He rolls great waves over their decks and drives the ships against the rocks to perish. He is not always homest, for on ‘washing days he often tries to steal the clothes from the line. The unseen giant is often kind and gentle. In the long summer days he fans the sick children and helps them to_become strong and well again. When he wishes, he can be one of the greatest workers in_ the world. Sometimes he flies from town to town, sweeping the streets. He draws water for thirsty cattle, and he grinds wheat gnd corn for any miller that asks his elp. : Had it not been for him, neither Columbus nor the Pilgrims would have reached the shores of America. Everything you have heard about this glant is true, and when you think of his name you will remember many other things that ne can do. IRENE MATHIEU. Columbla. Luke’s Bundle. One evening two boys were going along a crowded street. The wind blew hard and their clothes were poor and thin, but they looked happy. “You see” said Luke to his little brother Hugh, “the money what we have earned today is enough to buy us a new palr of shoes.” The boys were near the ferry which they had to cross when Hugh put his hard into his pocket and cried out: “Oh, Luke, I have lost the money!” Luke was very angry, and felt like shaking his brother. They had only lost 90 cents, but it meant new shoes. All at once Luke stopped. He re- membered he had only one ferry ticket. Then, golng to the ‘ferry maater, he as] Master, do you charge for bundles?” No; certainly not.” “Then Hugh must be a bundle to- night,” cried Luke. “Halloo, what is the matter? Is he lame?” “Oh, no,” replied Luke. “He can walk well enough, but he is to be a bundle tonight.” Some of the passengers offered him money, but he Tefused, saying he and his brother were not beggars. When the crowd had gone, 2 young girl approached and said: “I have heard your story. How much faoney had you, and how did you carry “We had 90 cents, and it was In a plece of brown paper.” “Well, do not worry any more, for here it is said the girl. “I picked it up not more than ten minutes ago.” When the boat reached the dock, the boys ran home to tell their mother of their good fortune. LORETTA: PICHE, Age 11. Norwich, Value of Birds. Perhaps we will never realize the good done by birds until they are gone. ‘Without birds to hold in check the in. sects, vegetable life would soon end and become impossible on earth, If the birds were gone very soon the leaves would disappear from the trees and the limbs would have webs of cat- erpillars or masses of their nests on them. These would go from tree to tree and soon there would be millions of them. But for ell the help the birds give us, insects cause a loss in our country of more than two hundred million dol- lars every year! What would it be without birds? Among the farmers bird helpers are the swallow, the fly catchers, the chim- ney swifts and the night hawks. There are many others which are just as helpful, and we ought to follow the resolutions of the Audobon society 5o that the birds might be preserved. THEODORE ABEL. Yantic. My Voyage to America. Three years ago I came to America from Austria, and it was a long but exciting voyage. I went on a train from Austria to Germany, and then took a train to Hamburg. It was six days before the-ship I was The ‘Well, well, if I haven't been talking s w:' while! Still, I feel like saying more, as this is a sleepy time at The Poo} and we, like the humans, are wait- iny seedtime. fast mignt T dreamed that all of us plants were mere columns of water, tiny flakes piled one upon another or epread out in long arms. My dream is a true one. By constant team work, the Toot- hairs, root-pullers, root-pushers, Mr. Capillary Attraction and Sir Gravity, have built what Mr. Man cannot-do— living columns of water held together like miltions upon millions of minute ponds, each separated from its neigh- bor by a thin wall through which each pond is filled or drained by a osmoses circulation (a power that it would pay each boy to study), since this is neces- sary to feed or repair our bodies. The whole 1s one of Madam Nature's great secrets. Iam here. You are there. We both breathe, eat, drink, gTow, and then at last dle. Why? How? Yes, my dream was true. FEach of us pi is a column of minute lakes as and as high as each will meéas- ure and with ing pressure that ‘Smust be immense. You boys think one s s POol pall of water to be heavy. What ia that to the many pallfuls in us large trees? ‘When you men folks break my skin as you “tap,” you first break the outer osmostic movement and root pull flows all from above. ‘When the bit is turn- ed to a greater depth the osmostic and root-push movement is broken, the great pressure of water from above temporarily removed, causing a free flow at first of what water was in the injured cells and sprang out from ad- jolning walls because of the relief from the gravity pressure. The flow from my limbs when injured resembles in a measure the drips from a leaky pail. The growth of plants and the work of a plant’s life liquid will be better understood when roots and other with leaves have been investigated. The sun is now ing so bigh that Jack Frost and old Father Winter are packing their trunks for a movement to the north. Such squirrels and ani- mals as went to sleep are still abed; but_enough citizens of The Pool are beginning to appear at the breakfast table to show it will take but a little more to make lively, GRANDFAT! 3 &’WAm golng on came. I had to take a little boat to get to the big steamer which couldn’t come to shore. The steamer was so big that T could not see what was on it at all. Some sallors put down the ladder for the people to get on. The sailors would not let the people go on deck until morning. It was so crowded that we could not play any games. I liked to watch the sailors working and playin gtricks on each other. I liked to hear the band play. I used to watch for big fish and once my cap fell into the water when I was looking for one. When we came to New York our steamer stopped at the Statue of Lib- erty, but we all went in a smaller boat and 'landed from that. JOSEPH JANIAK, Age 13. ‘West Willington. Fitchville. Every place has to have a beginning at one time or another, and from sams incident or other does every place get its name. Fitchville was named for Asa Fitch, who was & poor boy. He worked early and late on a farm. His wages were low, but he managed somehow to save seventy dollars. One ‘day he had some words with his father which ended in his father giving him a terrible horsewhipping. . Angry at this, Asa started for New York, He earned a little there. Not satisfied, he worked his passage on a boat bound for France. He did well trading and manufacturing cloth and then he started trade with Africa. He became immensely wealthy and, as the story is told, “he came back with a barrel of gold.” He built the mansion, the Waverly, the hall, Baptist church, and had beau- tiful grottos, fountains, and everything one could desire. He started to bulld a castle, but he died and it was never completed. It was in memory of Fitch that our Itttle village was named Fitchville, al- though there is none of the Fitch fam- fly living here mow. It belongs to Palmer Brothers, who are certainly Worthy_owners. MICHAEL J. BURNS, Age 13. Fitchville. Hard Wood to Saw. “This is bard wood to saw, now I tell you,” said Phil Brant, as he bent to his task. The saw went creak! creak! squeak! squeak! and the noise was so sharp that it made folks want to run away and stop their ears, “That must be why they call it hard wood,” said Phil. “Dear me! What a big pile of it there is! At this rate the job will last me a week or two and is poor pay at that” Then the saw gave a queer kind of a grunt, “Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" and Phil left off ‘to wipe his face it was such warm work. While he stood there, an old man drew near, anq at the first screech of the saw he gave a loud groan. Then he_cried: “Stop that! Stop that! No need of such a noise and such a waste of strength! Grease your saw, young man! Grease your saw!” Phil did so, and the saw went through_the wood as smooth as could be, and it did-not seem like hard wood at_all, ‘We ‘make hard work for ourselves if our tools are not as they should be. ‘We must be smooth in our ways and smooth in our speech, if we wish to get on in_the world. BTTA M'GRATH, Age 12. Bozrahville. St. Elizabeth. There was once a girl whose name was Elizabeth. She was a very plous girl. St Elizabeth was the daughter of a king. When she grew up she was married and happy. One day she was going with food for some poor people. She met her husband. Her husband asked what she had under her cloak. She didm't want her husband to know what she was doing, so she did not answer . Her husband opened her cloak and to his surprise, found some beautiful roses. It was a miracle. After Elizabeth was married six years, her husband went to hattle and was killed. Then his brother turned Blizabeth out of the castle. It was winter_and bitterly cold. She could not take anything with her. No one gave her food or shelter. She, the daughter of a king, was poorer than the poorest. At last one man let her sleep in his stable. After that Elizabeth was allowed to g0 to her home, After that her time was spent in helping the poor and sick. She herself lived on bread and water. When sho died a beautiful church wes erected in her honor. ANNA CORCORAN, Tastville. A Fishing Trip. One day last summer two friends and I went over to Gardner's Lake fishing. We packed a wagon full of blankets and provisions enough to last several days, ‘When he got there we made a tent and got something to eat for we were ‘hungry from the long ride. The first day we were over there it was too rough and windy to do very much fishing, but the next morn- ing when we woke up we found that it was cloudy and we were glad, be- cause fish bite better when it is cloudy. In the forenoon we caught about 20 fish, mostly bass and pickerel. Then we went to cook our dinner, which consisted mostly of fish, and it was very good, indeed. But we were not at a loss to find something to do for the swimming was £00d and we took advantage of it. On Sunday forenoon we were sorry to see my brother coming after us. We had a fine time and right away made plans for a second trip. THEODORE S, ABEL, Age 1% Yantic. Little Emma’s Gosnips. This is a true story about a Mttle girl who lived in the country and had & great many pets. She was about five years old at this time. When any of the family went to feed the goslings she would go along with them and pick up the goslings, which were very tame and pet them. Soon the goslings grew larger and one day when little Emma started to pick up one of them, it was very hea for her. She picked it up and wi not a lttle tugging carried #t over to the girl ang exclaimed, “Oh, Mary, this is no gosnip, it's a goose” She just realized that it had grown up. ALMTRA ERAMER, Age 13 The Oxen and the Lion. A lion used to prowl about a field in_which four oxen were kept. Many a time he had tried to cap- ture them, but all in vain, ‘Whenever the lion came near, the four oxen turned their tails together, s0 that he met a pair of horns on every side. But at last the oxen be- gan_ to quarrel among themselves. They became so angry that each went off to a corner of the field and graz- ed alone. When the lion came back he seized the oxen one by one and soon made an end of all four. “In_union there is strength.” “United we_stand, divided we fall*— ~ LEO PELIQUIN, Age 10. es. A Description of Bacon Academy. Bacon Academy is situated m the central part o fthe town of Colchest- er. It is south of the chapel, eest of the cemetery in which Mr. Bacon was buried, north of Mr. Buell's store and West Of the park. - The building is painted & brownish color. Above the door is the name Bacon Academy. On the east side of the building along the wall grows ivy There are seven rooms and a small library for a reference room. Every room has about ten windows and one door. In the main room and the fresh- man room is a door leading to the fire escape. Down stairs there are two rooms, the first and third grades and halls in which the children hang their coats and hats, Up stairs, there is the elghth grade room and across the hall from that is the freshman’s high school room. Between these are halls for boys’ and girls’ coats and hats. Academy is three stories high. _The rooms are peinted orange. Bacon Academy is three stories high, about one hundred and eleven years old, and was built in the year 1803 by Plerpont Bacon. ANNA GAYESKI, Age 10. Colchester. The Story of a Stone. I am a gray colored stone. I am about five inches long and four in- ches wide. My home used to be on the bank of a brook in the woods. Ome day two girls came to the brook, and one of them saw me and said: “Mary,” look what a fine stone I have found. I am going to carve “Remember me on it” When 1 go away and you come to this place you will always remember me. It happened just as the girl had said, The girl who was called Mary came often to see me, and often wiped a tear o rtwo her eyes and I knew she was lonesome. One day a cross old farmer and his horse came to get some water from the brook. He scolded and _scolded about the water being low. When he filled the water barrels, and was starting for home, his horse stumbled over me and fell down. Then the farmer began his scolding anew. He picked me up end cried, “Some smart” person must have laid _you .here; and without another word, he burled me jnto the brook, where I stuck in the mud, I stayed there for many days. At last it began to rain and it rained for about three days. The mud where I was stuck was washed away and I found myself moving slowly down the stream. ~ After many hours 1 was washed onto the bank, but a long way from where I used to'live. 1 didn't remain here long, for about a week later a girl picked me up and whisper- ed, “Remember me.” I stared at her for a long time, but finally I remem- bered who she was. It was Mary and she wag very happy as she carried me home. Last summer Mary's friend that carved on me came to see her, and was very glad to see me. Now I am lying on a beautifully carved stand. MARY RYBIC, Age 13. Mansfleld. the The San Gabriel. There are a great many interesting stories about the first settlement of San Gabriel, and the habits and cus- toms of the Indians there. They were a very polite people to each other, and used to train their children in some respects very carefully. If a child were sent to bring water to an older person, and he tosed it on the way, he was made to throw the ‘water out and go and bring fresh wa- ter; when two grown up _persons were talking together, if a child ran between them, he was told that he had done an uncivil thing. These are only specimens of their rufes for po- lite behavior. They seem to me @as g00d as ours. These Indians were very fond of flowers, of which the whole country is full. They used to make long gar- lands and wreaths, not only to wear on themselves, but to reach way down to their feet. These they wore at festivals and celebrations, and sometimes at these festivals _they used to have what they called “song contests” Two of the best singers, or poets, would be matched togeth- ed to see who could sing the better, or make the best verses. That seems to me a more interesting kind of match than the spelling matches we have in our villages. But there is nothing of this sort to Dbe seen in San Gabriel now, or indeed anywhere in California, and the In- dians have been driven away by the white people who wanted their lands. Year by year more white people have come and the Indians have been rob- bed of more and more of their lands, and have died off by hundreds, until there are not many left. THOMAS O'CONNELL, Age 13. Norwich. A Dog’s History. I am an old doy. My name is Shep. I am a shepherd dog. "When I was about two weeks old, my sisters and brothers were sold and my mistress as I after found out kept my mother and me. I was very sorry to hame them taken away from me. My mistress taught me how to do a lot of tricks. Whenever she told me to shake hands I would do it She also taught me to bring in wood and hold a cup in my fore paw and drink from it. She taught me a lot of other tricks. When I did not feel like giv- ing her my paw she would always have a strap at hand, When I was thres vears old my mother died. I will tell you how she died. An old farmer and his ox cart rode by and my mother was deaf and did not hear him. She lay in the mid- dle of the road like a rock and would not move. Re ran over her. She died instantly. My mistress was very sor- ry because she looked at me and her eves were full of tears, After that she burnt the strap be- cause I was afraid of it and did not want to go to her. After that when- ever she called I would go. She was very good to me. jow I am old and our meighbors dogs that are old suffer s lot and hardly ever get any thing to eat. My mistress makes a party for algof us nearly Y T Teel 8 weak now that I think I will be on my death bed. IDA OGUSCHEWITZ, Age 4 Mansfield Four Corners. Fritz and His Blue Flowers. Fritz was a young shepherd who, with his wife, Gretchen, lived in Germany. One day hé had gone a long way up the mountain where the land was cov- ered with snow and ioe He came to a large opening and be went inside to sea. The cave was = spariding wl precious stones eolors. ry came to Fritz with a bunch of blue flowers in her hend. She told him to choose what he liked best iRt the cave. Frits did not know whether to choose the flowers of the jewels. In due time the harvest was . ripe. Fritz gathered the stalks and combed out the long, silky fibres. Gretchen learned to spin them and weave them into linen. When the people learned of this inen they cams from fer to uy it This was a good fortune for Fritz and Gretchen. They lived to be old and happy and I hope we may all be as happy as they were. LOUISE QUILLET, Age 11, Norwich. From Dever to Canad Dover was founded in 1625 by the English. The king of England had Eiven a tract of land now knowr as Maine, New Hampshire and Vermont, to_Mason and Gorges. The first set- tiément was made at Dover on thé Plscataqus and Cochade rivars thasa was with affording much help to textile industry which still prevails in that city. The Cocheco river goes over a_ledge which is about 25 feet high at Dover. The Piscataqua river dces not pass at Dover proper, but unites with the former at Dover Point, a place about five miles from Dover. ‘We had arrived in Dover on Thurs- day and on Monday morning we left for Biddeford, where we called upon my aunt as there was still four and one-half hours before the first train left for Portland, where we were to take a train to Canada, I will de- scribe my trip on the train from Port- lang to the country station and also the city of Biddeford, next week. PAUL E. MAURICE, Age 12. Versatlles, Saint Patrick, St. Patrick is often called the “Apos- tle of Ireland.” For this reason Irishmen have always honored him and wear green and shamrock on the 17th of March, the day of his birth, and of his death also. St. Patrick was born in Scotland on the banks of the river Ayr. His father was a well-to-do clergyman. When he was a boy Irish pirates were then ravaging the coast of Scot- land and carrylng people away to be sold as slaves, It was a band of these rovers that took Patrick and he was immediately sold to a nobleman and was given the sheep to tend. Patrick lay out nights tending the sheep. He thought of his father and mother and how he might get away from his master. At last, after waiting, Patrick slip- ped away and went down to the shore where a ship was going to sail. The sailors let him come on board. Now that Patrick was free he did not forget the need of the Irish, He thought of their good nature and their willingness to learn and he felt they needed someone to teach them truths of Christianity. He, himself, decided to convert them and ‘started the great work by be- coming a clergyman. His first conversion was that of a nobleman who had taken Patrick first to _be a sea rover. Before he died he had econverted many thousands of people. He built a church which stands to- day on a hill in Ireland. And it was to this church he was going one day when he became suddenly ill and died on the way. In order that we may remember him many churches are named in his honor. Who does not know where one of Norwich’s beautiful buildings, St. Pat- rick’s church, stands? And again, who has not heard of St. Patrick’s cathe- drai, in New York city? St. Patrick’s name shall be hon- ored as long as there is a Christian living. MICHAEL J. BURNS, Age 13. Fitchville. The Red Bridge. There are many quaint legends about buildifies, statues and bridges in Japan. Not long ago I was interested to read about the Great Buddha in our paper. Now I shall tell you about The Red iridge at Nikko. It has many queer stories told about it. One day a holy man wanted to get over a_stream of water, but he could not. He wanted to go to a temple to pray, for he was a good man. So he sat down by the stream and began to pray. Then a strange thing happened. Two drag- ons came and lay across the water and changed into a path of green srass across the stream. So the man went to the temple and thanked Budd- ha for helping him over the stream. Because of this story the Japanese hold the bridge very sacred and it is a great honor to anyone to be allowed to go over it. MARIE HAK, Age 11. ‘West Willington LETTERS TO UNCLE JED. Target Shooting. Dear Uncle Jed: One day my friend and I were out target shooting. For a target we had a board with a piece of black cloth. nailed upon it and a smaller piece af white cloth nailed over the black piece. The target was set on the wall, about a hundred feet away from the place where we were shooting. We had two small rifles to shoot with. I shot ten times at it and hit it eight times, and my friend shot nine times at i and hit it six times. This was the first time I ever went target shooting and I enjoyed it very much. I hove all the Wide-Awakes will havé as much fun as I did. JOHN BUCKO, Age 12. ‘Willimantic. A Large Farm. Dear Uncle Jed: Our farm is a large piece of ground. There are about 210 acres on the farm. We have a large quantity of wood. Some is chestnut, walnut, oak, pine, ete. We have seventeen head of cattle and two horses. The horses are in a large barn my father built a ‘year ago. Last vear I had a space of ground my father gave me and planted corn- potatoes, peas, etc. One day I went upstairs and lay upon my bed. I went to sleep. About 12 o'clock I got up and my brother told me that the cows had been in my garden and had eaten all the corn- and peas. I was very angry because they had eaten the corn. I expect to plant a garden this year. My father has a large silo he built about two vears ago. He planted a large quantity of corn, 5o as to dll the silo. When the corn got large he said, “I will cut_the corn and put it into the silo.” . So he hired a few men and teams. He cut the corn, the teams took it to the silo. My father had the en- gine started and he run the corn through and it went into the silo. 1 was in there. They tried to cover me up with corn, but could not. After a while we fed it to the cows, The cows were very glad to get it. ‘We have two horses. They plow, draw wood and do much more work. EDNA KENDALL, Age 10. Versailles. A Visit to the Old Statehouse, Boston. Dear Uncle Jed: On the second day of November my Aunt Nell and myself started from her bouse. We went down Washington street on to. State street and on the corner stood the old state- house. We went into the State street entrance and first went up some curi- ous old winding stairs and my aunt registered for herself and I. After that we went into a large room where there were models of ships used in olden times. One of the ships was the Chinesé junk which looked very queer to me. In this same room we saw medals, English money of all amounts, and also a lantern which came out of the ship Constitution. In the other room was the oldest piano in the world, which was 120 years old, On ‘the third floor was Franklin's printing press. We saw the place where the Boston massacre took place. In one of the glass cases there was some of the team found in Boston har- bor after the Boston tea party, which 1 suppose you have heard of. It was a beautiful day and T enjoyed my visit very much. HAZEL GIFFORD, Age 13, Putnam. The Surprise Party. Dear Uncle Jed: One fine summer day I was invited to a party. It was a surprise party of a Wednesday. I started from home at 2 o'clock in the afternoon, Before the party we played many games croguet, drop the handkerchief, and ide and Seek. After playing the games it was half past four. At the party we had many kinds of cakes and ice cream. When I got home it was 6 o'clock. I hope all the Wide-Awakes will have just as good a time as I did. ANNA BUCKO, Age 11. ‘Willimantic. Lands North of North America. Dear Uncle Jed: The islands north of North America are desolate lands. In winter the sea is frozen, and even in summer floating ice is usually in sight. Some of the ice is that which has frozen on the surface of the sea The Kind You Have Always Bought, and which has been in use for over 30 years, kas borne the signature of and has been mads sonal supervision since its infancy. 4110w no one to deceive you in this. s r his per- All Counterfeits, Imitations and ¢ Just-as-good > are but Experiments that trifie with and endenger the health of Infants and Children—Experience against Experiments What is CASTORIA Oastoria is a harmless substitute for Castor goric, Drops and Scothing Syrups. It is pleasant. Oil, Pars= pid contains neither Opium, Morphine nor other Narcotia substance. and allays Feverishness. Its age is its guarantee. For mere than thirty years it It destroys Worms has been in constant use for the relief of Constipation, Flatulency, Wind Colie, ail Teething Troubles and Diarrheea. It regulates the Stomach and Bowels, assimilates the Food, giving healthy and natural sleepe The Children’s Panacea—The Mother’s Friend. GenUINE CASTORIA ALways Bears the Signature of (4 In Use For Over 30 Years The Kind You Have Always Bought THE CERTAUR COMPARY, NEW YORK CITY. during the winter: but rising above this are many great blocks of ice, or icebergs, sometimes two hundred or three hundred feet in height. They have broken off from streams of ice, called glaciers, that move down from the land and enter the sea. The immense island of Greenland is almost all covered by such glaciers. No land can be seen excepting near the coast, where some Eskimos live and a few Europeans, called Danes, from Denmark. The islands belong to the Danes, who purchase skins, oil, etc, from the Eskimos. FRANCIS DIFFLE Norwich, Age 1L Town and City Life. Dear Uncle Jed: I thought I would write and tell you what I think about the difference between a town and city. I belleve that the country which God made is more beautiful than the city which man made, that the life out of doors and in touch with the earth is_the natural life of man. I believe worlk is work wherever we find it, but that work with nature is more inspiring than work with the most intricate machinery. I believe the dignity of labor de- pends not on what you do, but on how you do it: that opportunity comes to a child on the farm as often as to the boy in the city. That life is larger and freer and happier on the farm than in the town; that success depends not up on my location, but upon my- self; not upon dreams, but upon what I actually do; not upon luck, kegp Mme UPRIGHT AND. HELP IT TO FoLrow CURRENT 0F STREAM; The destruction in tne Daraanelles m one day of the three major fighting ships—the British Ocean and the Irre- sistible and the French Bouvet—rep- Tesents the greatest naval disaster to date in the present war. These three vessels represented a total of 40,155 tons of battleship construction, and if to these figures are added the displace- ments of the French Gaulois and the British Inflexible, both of which &hips were damaged and presumably com- pelled to return to drydocks for repairs’ the total immediate loss to the allies reaches the enormous ‘ageregate of £8,666 tons of warships. No such loss in any single engagement has been re- corded since the war commenced. The waters in the Dardanelles are charac- terized by strong currents which run steadily out of the Sea of Marmors through the Strait of Gallipoli endlthe mines FERUMILY MEDJIDIEH ThBIAg THE IRRESISTIBLE & (BRITISH) STRUCK MINE 409 PM. thence down through the Dardanelles into the Aegean sea. The current at- tains to velocities of from. three to four knots, and it was this current which the Turks availed of to launch current mines which would float down from of! Chanals direct athwart the ships of the allies lying below. These current mines have all the destructive powers of a torpedo fired by a submarine. They contain guncotton charges, the same as operative mines, the usual charge ‘weighing 500 pounds. The mines float along with the current and are invisi- ble, since they are weighted so as to keep submerged at a distance of about fifteen feet below the surface. A drag attached to the up and down chain seems to give direction to the mine, keeps it in the current and ts it g;m oft Once are ched fair with the JEUREN F& HAMIDIEH SULTANIEH " 4 Ft HAMIDIEN ¢ e (3) Ft. © POWDER ASSENAL &1 CAVOEONIA BLOWN UP aF DARDANUS ® current they may be depended upon to float true along with it, unseen and unheralded, and only needing the shock of contact with a ship’s bottom to cause the fulminate of mercury deto- nators to function, and in turn to de- tonate the whole tremendous mass of Suncotton contained within the shell case. No warship afloat has been built that can withstand the effect of 500 pounds of guncotton detonated along- side her underwater hull, and the ef- fect is to blow asunder hull and bulk- heads, and with even chances of ex- pleding by sympathetic shock _the magazines of the ship herself. This is just what in all probability hap- pened to the Ocean and her helpless consorts. This destruction appears to have been as complete as it was sud- den, and the marks were indelibly those of the deadly. cwrent mine. but upon pluck, 1 believe in working when we worls and in playing when we play, and in glving and demanding a square deal in_every act of life. I hope the Wide-Awakes will fol« low thi GLADYS STARK, Age 1t. Yantic. My Visit to Boston, Dear Uncle Jed: I am going ta tell you of my recent visit to Boston, The night I arrived we all went to Keith's theatre and saw the play, “The Twelve Bicyclists. The next day we went to Revera Beach where We spent a delightful time rowing 2nd going in bathing. We also went to the Revers Boule= vard and saw many things of curi< osity to us. I went through the Drag- on, ‘a beautiful structure, having trains running through its body. It is a very nice trip going through it if the person is someone who can stand being thrown bacle and forth in the seats There were other things of friterest to me that I think you would not care about. I think I may state that I was In Boston six weeks and enjoyed those weels very much. BESSIE FOX. | Norwich. g = His Father’s Farm, Dear Uncle Jed: I have read the: stories in the Wide-Awake columm, and I thought I would write and tell you about where I live. It is a large. farm of one hundred elghty acres. | Some lang is used for pastures, some for hay and the rest for orchards. and vegetables. We have sixteen cows and we get much milk which we take to the Leb-| anon creamery every dey. i We have many chickens, thres. horses two dogs, and two cats. 1 It is a great deal of work to take. care of all these, and we will be very busy in the spring. We get many eggs every day and I collect them when I get home from school. I have been to New York, but B like the farm much better, iy WILLIAM PODBERESKY, Age 10. '! Yantic. it =l Our Garden, Dear Uncle Jed: I am going to wrlte and tell you how we made a garden at_school last year, First of all there was a large fleld of good, rich black dirt across the road. Everyone brought shovels and palils and we soon had enough to begin on. The next thing we did was to cut sods for the edge. The boys did this, and the girls arranged them. 1 brought a bag of nice white clam: shells and they made a pretty border. We planted lilies of the valley, phlox, forget-me-nots and other flow- ers. They grew very nicely and made our schoolhouse look fine. But what do you think? During vacation some wicked cows got in and ate every one of them up. ‘MARY ZEZULAWESZ, Age 10. Fitchville, G .Haddam.—The funeral of Town Clerk Samuel A. Russell was held at the Congregational church _ ‘Wednesday afternoon at 3 o'clock. The members of Granite lodge, A. 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