Norwich Bulletin Newspaper, April 8, 1915, Page 9

NORWICH BULLETIN, THURSDAY, APRIL 8 THE WIDE AWAKE CIRCLE BOYS AND GIRLS DEPARTMENT Rules for Young Wrriters. 1. Write plainly on one side of the yaper only, and number the pages. Use pen and ink, not pencil. 3. Short and pointed articles will be given preference. Do not use over 260 words. 4. “Original stories or letters only will be used. . 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 true!l Btraightforwardly act, Be honest—in fact, Be nobody else but you.” POETRY. A Pleasant Evening. By Louella C. Poole. ‘Jack Sprat outstretched upon knees, And close beside me Jerry, A right good book, a blazing ‘Why shouldn’t I be merry? my ‘hearth— The steaming kettle close at hand, With Jack Sprat’s purr so cheery, In gentle lullaby combines To sopthe my spirits weary. Now Jerry sighs, and softly growls; Well, well, boy, what's the matter? In dreamland are you hunting rats, And sigh to see them scatter? He gives a sudden start, the scamp, Some foe he seems pursuing; Oh, should some rash intruder come Just now, his sure undoing. ‘Would Jerry cause when in this mood; 'Tis well ‘tis all illusio: Sl%gp on, old boy, with you on guard "e¢'re safe from all intrusion. O green-eved sphinx upon my knee, Deep lost in contemplation, Fou look so wise, do you recall Some former incarnation? Mysterious autocrat, perchance You once had royal housing In Pharaoh's temple by the Nile, And in his courts went mousing! You may have been some household d 8o When Thebes was in its glory; My homage you did e'er accept As though ’'twere some old story, ‘Well, let the snow beat on the pane, The north wind shriek, quite merry Am I beside the blazing fire, ‘With old Jack Sprat and Jerry; For Jerry’s eyes are full of love, And Jack Sprat's rhythmic singing Soothes like some gentle lullaby— Away dull care I'm flinging! The tall clock In the corner near es out the hour—eleven! And now, good-night, dear trusty friends, TiNl strikes this old clock seven! UNCLE JED'S TALK TO WIDE.- AWAKES. I the Wide-Awakes do not all study grammar they all must before they get far because it teaches students how to speak and write correctly. It used to be a dry old study and is always more or less puzzling to everyone; but a writer to The Ne- ‘braska Journal several years ago indi- vidualizeq the parts of speech so as to the better introduce them to pupils, and this is what he said about the nine most important parts of speech: “The Grammar family is a most in- teresting one. We sometimes refer to this family as the ‘Parts of Speech.” It is a family of builders of words. They do not build palaces, but wise, learned and beautiful sentences out of words. “Let us take the busy MR. VERB to begin with. He is always ACTING or DOING or STATING. Indeed, no sen- tence could be built without him. This is why you sometimes make mistakes. You forget to engage his service, for which he only asks thoughtfulness and painstaking care. In fact, MR. VERB is the busiest member of this busy family. And there is Mrs. NOUN. What a very oblig- ing woman she Is, and how consider- ate. She s always introducing peo- ple or things—she tells the name, “Miss ADJECTIVE is a busy little body. She is, in fact, quite given to gosslping, is always hustling about describing persons or things. “Miss PRONOUN s a very thought- ful and considerate little miss. She sometimes takes her place while Mrs. NOUN rests. . “LITTLE PREPOSITION is always POINTING his fingers at somebody or something. He is mot rude. He is just doing his work, which is to POINT OUT THE RELATION to Mrs. NOUN and some other worker. “Then there s Mr. CONJUNCTION, who, by the way, has not very much to do. But he is a useful member of this interesting family just the same. His work is to join together and in this he is very much like a minister. “Master ADVERB cares more for the company of Mr. Verb than for Mrs, NOUN. He shows a marked prefer- ence for the company of the former and is always associating with him. He sometimes condescends to asso- ciate with his little sister, Miss AD- JECTIVE and occasionally with Miss ADVERB, a favorite sister of his. He is very fond of being interviewed and if you quiz him any time he will an- swer to the questions: How? Where? ete. “Miss INTERJECTION is rather emotional. In fact, she is very much like a Frenchman with his ‘Ohs’ and ‘Ahs’ And she is mot much good, either, for she never really and truly helps build a sentence.” There now, you have been intro- duced to the whole family and if you are always careful to keep them in their right relations to one another you will be able to write clear and im- pressive sentences. LETTERS OF ACKNOWLEDGMENT hael J. Burns, of Fitchville—I received the prize book you sent me entitled Miss Molcolm’s Ten and like it very much. I thank you very much for fit. Gladys Stark, of Lebanon—I re- ceived the prize book you sent me. I thank you very much for it. It is the first book I have won and I was pleased with it, Lucy A. Carter, of Hampton—I thank you many times for the book I received entitled Madge Morton, Cap- tain of the Merry Maids. I have read quite a little of it and find it very interesting, Frank Pardy, of Norwich—I thank you very much for the prize book you gave me. I have read part of it and found it very interesting. 3 Laura M. Gresne, of Willimantic— I received the prize book you sent me, The POol Yes, there are many sccrets shut up in my rough coat. All of you plants have them, too! One of those secrets ‘e the circulation of our life fluid—the £ap. Man thinks he is doing all the air ‘will allow when he ralses water about v feet. We trees raise it several ‘imes tLat distance. How we dc it &nd which way the sugar sap flows is what puzzles. ‘While there are many things we ‘fees could teach animals, it is hest £l not to be too forward in the mat- er, especially among ourselves, or when there ars those present who do 2ot like us. We should never tell val- uable secrets in a mixed crowd. Of course, we cannot hide our- age when cut down. Our manner of growth 38 In rings, and these rings are easly counted at our fall. That is, a layer of woody fiber is made to surround the vuter part of our bodies each year. In the center is what man calls the neartwood, generally of a darker color ‘uan the rest. In this center our cell formations are pressed very close to- gether, Outeide of the heartwood we have a less dense formation termed swapwood. This grows less dense as it approaches the surface in its succes- 11ve rings, the youngest fiber being the . ghtest an. the more expanded cells. ! Tach year age, pressure and hardening of the arteries turns layers of sapwood ato heartwood. There is no secret now about how we grow frem a layer of young cells between the sapwood and the bark. As these young celis of ours are covered from the sight of outsiders by our lay- ers of clothing it may be well for us to motice those clothes and why the « vercoat becomes cracked and rough. ‘The underclothing near our bodies of sapwood are called cambium layers. It is abundantly supplied with sap and is where we blced the most freely when injured-—eapeciaily in the spring. Yarmers boys ltke to pound our small Jlimbs ani off the bark at tkese times to make whistles. Our cambrium layers are stuffed too full of nap to stick, so a little pounding makes (&Y slip off without cracking. But I commenced to tell of all the coats. Why, we are like Farmer sr1own’s hoy—outgrow our clothes. As we cannot, like him, op like a snake, <1 many worms, throw off the old, we crack it and cause a mass of rents which grow into hardened ridges or roug.iened bark, and thus build hiding piaces for many of our foes. Our new inner clothing becomes 2 1;art of ourselves, and there is a strong outward pressume against the over- clothes, causing them to crack and ex- rand new sapwood being formed and *re circulation of any life liquid in the deepest heartwood cut off. Thus life movements in most plants are near the surface. 1 have neighbors that are hollow and vou do not suspect it. There is an- other fact that many boya do not sus- puct. We plants, like them, are tarowing off a part of our outer skin every day. It is constantly dying, as t:eir outer scales are, and sloughing ;m. They wash in dishes; we wash 4. rainstorms. Again, after the leaf babies wake up sud we can get to work with our (Nt Sy #'omata not only in our leaves but d:ong all our woody stems, we can tell Farmer Brown’s boy that we, too, »«l cooked food and thaf all our sap has to come to some store or lenticel before it can feed our bodies. This is why there i5 so much dispute about which way the sap flows in the sugar- making days. Our roots (which do not grow like ovur trunks) take up with the wakter many varieties of food. The boy’s blood 'is just like our wap, a medinum in which to float food to the stves: but the blood vessels are, h.wever, very unlike the sap vessels in 1crm. Blood vessels, I understand, are nearly all alike in heing smooth, round tubes, while our sap vessels have a Sreat variety of forms. Some are se- ries of rings, some are full of tiny pits, some are long spirals, while others are a nnion of two or more forms. We plants have no strong heart to force our sap, first to a stove, then to parts of the body. The boy's tubes can be round tubes for the flow to be con- tsuous, but our sap sent up by the rsmose pressure of the roots amd the natural law that makes the oil ascend in the wick of lamps must be continu- ously pushed along, 8o our sap vessels #re built like tiny engines and are the rs0st numerous in the youngest parts. Our sap passing from cell to cell by continued osmos is circulation, root Pushing power, capillary attraction and gravity. Our roots are greedy and their con- stant taking -in causes a pushing up. Our bodies being a mass of cells—na- tural life points—whose liquid contents are constantly varying in density acts as tiny motors to ald the circulation. Indeed, these cells of ours are the most neighborly neighbors known— each is trying to give his neighbor a part of his own food or drink. This work to equalize the density of my numerous cells sends the sap to the top bud of the most lofty tree, it really being a natural effort that over- comes the law of gravity. But gravity brings back the cooked food. ‘When mjy leaves are at work they cause many vacuums that nature’s laws say should be filled. Evaporation, too, is constantly go- ing on through every part of my skin (bark) the same as it is through the pores of the boy's skin. This evap- oration makes holes that have to be lalled and the filling aids the circula- on. Sunshine, wind, and other outside forces-cause me to be one-sided, lib- eral in a sap-flow today and miserly tomorrow. When my baby leaves commence throwing off their winter blankets and the babies’ toes and fingers are peek- ing out, then my return sap is being loaded with carbon and the sugar maker says “It is beady.” Mother Nature does not allow the two forces, root-pull and root-push to get into a quarrel. TFEach has its own right of way. The upper movement of the sap being mainly through the ducts of the woody portion, while the cooked sap returns even to the root- hairs through the soft part of the cor- tical layers. Outdoor Chums on the Gulf. I have read it through and found it very interesting. THE WINNERS OF PRIZE BOOKS. 1—Mary A. Burrill, of Stafford Springs—Bob, the Castaway. 2—Julia Latham, of Ledyard—Three Little Women at Work. 3—Mildred Mirtl, of West Willington —The Boy Pilot of the Lakes. 4—Alice Brown, of Colchester—Bob Chester’'s Grit. 5—Eileen O. Kelley, of Versailles— The Saddle Boys on the Grand Can- yon. 6—Adelaide Holbrook, of Norwich— The Saddle Boys of the Rockies. 7—Helen Wineskie, of Yantic—Three Little Women's Success, 8—Marie Hak, of West Willington— Three Little Women as Wives. Winners of books living in the city may call for them at The Bulletin business office at any time after 10 a. m, Thursday. STORIES WRITTEN BY WIDE- AWAKES.” Went Huckleberrying. One Saturday last August my sis- ters and I did not have anything to do, so we thought of picking huckle- berries. It was almost dinner time, but Alice sald she thought it would be nice to take our luncheon with us to eat under the trees and have a lit- tle picnic, The plan seemed to me & good one, so0 I got the big basket and all helped to_put the things into it. Bertha filled a bottle with ice water and then we started up the big hill back of our house, where the berries Erew. We each fook o blg glass to pick in. We liked to pick the glasses full and then empty them. Alice put the basket in a hollow oak anq sald we must pick about three quarts of berries before we ate lunch. The berrles were thick and we were getting hungry, so it did not take long to pick them.’ After that we sat down under the shady trees to eat. BEverything tasted good and we ate it all, after which we rested awhile. ‘We picked berries the rest of the afternoon and when it began to get dark we got the big basket and put all the berries we had picked into it. The basket held twelve quarts and it was full. ‘We were tired that night and glad when it was bedttme: MARY A. BURRILL, Age 12, Stafford Springs, Some Queer Colls. Grace was crying bitterly for her beautiful wax doll had been torn in pieces by a mischief-loving dog. “Bring me a basket full of smooth, clean potatoes, Grace,” said her moth- er, “and we will see if we can make up for the loss of your 4olL” Grace took a basket and soon came back with it filled with potatoes. She wondered what her mother was going to do with raw potatoes. “This one has a fatherly expression and will make a good father,” said her mother, taking a large potato from the basket. Grace looked at it. “See what well-formed eyes and evebrows ang a very good nose and mouth,” said her mother. ~ Sure enough, what she had said was true. TUpon examining all the pota- toes in the basket Grace found each looked very life-like, and was provided with eyes, a nose and a mwouth. Her mother stuck two_sticks into the potato for the body. This was the foundation for the clothes. In this way a father, a mother and ten children were made and dressed. All of the golls wore a drapery around their shoulders to conceal the fact that they had no arms. Grace played with them all the rest of the day and said they were the best dolls that ever grew. I think if some other little girl tries this plan she will be equally delighted. ALICE M. GORMAN, Age 12. Versailles, A Trip to the City. One morning I was playing out in the yard, having a fine time with my other playmates, and all at once I heard ~ call. 1 immediately answered the call. My aunt had just arrived from New York and she, asked me if I would like visit” the city with her for two weeks. Of course, I was glad to get the chance to go to visit the large city. My mother packed my dress suit case to get ready for the early train the next meorning, Refore T could realize it T was seat- ed in the train and had bidden all of my folks goodbye. The train was going full force and after a long ride I arrived in New York. My aunt and I got off the train. She lived on Broadway and we had to wait for the trolley car, All at once I heard a whistle. It was at the station waiting for passen- gers. Just then I was seated in the car, and of course it was crowded. At last we arrived at my aunt’s house and they all greeted me. After a long visit I got ready for home. My aunt came as far as New London and put me on the train bound for Stafford and I arrived home safely. MILDRED E. WHITE, Age 13. Staffora Springs. Our Church. ‘We have a little church, which is the Ledyard Baptist. There are about 25 members. We are a little band of followers. The pastor is one of the most ac- tive workers for Jesus there is and practices what he preaches. He is doing in this little church what many another pastor wouldn't do for so lit- tle salary. I like Mr. Robbins very much, and I guess many others do. We have raised money enough to have the church shingled and now we are try- ing to have it fixed inslde. There were ten of.us taken in as members in December, and we are now working for the best to come. I wish many of the heathen boys and girls who do not go to church would some time know how nice it is to know God and love and serve Him and when they die they will know they are going to that beautiful place called Heaven, or the Golden City, where we can walk with God and be happy ever after. It's just wonderful. JULZA LA Age 14. Norwich. Golng Fishing. One day two boys called John and Mike thought they would go fishinsg. They went to a small pond where there were small boats. They fished from the boats, but did not catch any- thing. Soon Mike saw a board stuck in the grass by the side of the tree. He went to get it. John said they could use it for a raft to fish from. They did not know that the board was old and rotten and had cracks in it, so they pushed off and jumped on. Pretty soon Mike yelled that it was going down. Then they all went in, but soon got out again. They did not go home right away, becaype they would get a whipping, so ttly sat down and waited, till their clothes ?1 tndG then went hm;.’. 'MES GLADYSZ, Age ‘West 'Willington. o How | Was Lost. It was the twenty-ninth of May, about four years ago, when our teach- er gave us a short talk about Memo- rial Day and its significance. She then sent us after flowers to decorate the soldiers’ graves with the next day. Just at three o'clock we started for the fields about a mile away, When we reached the railroad bridge the party came to a standstill, as there was a freight train coming along. Con- siderable time was spent in watching the train pass. Tpon continuing our 1aume§~ we soon reached the field of nistes. Everyone gathered as many as he could carry. Then the girls began telling fortunes, while the boys ran races. One of the boys said he knew of a short way home. Six of us decided to go that way. On entering the woods we came upon the spot where there was to be a picnic the next day. Here we loitered. It was a warm day and every one was happy. The birds sang, the bees hummed, and the butterflies flew in every direction. There was a man fixing the picnic ground, and he allowed us to use the swings. The time passed so quickly that no one realized how late it was, until some one said: “It is growing dark.” ‘We started through the woods, When we had gone a long distance we stop- ped for we had lost our way. We called to our companions, but we heard nothing but the echoes of our own volices. Then we tried to retrace wour steps. It was useless for the rain was fall- ing? Finally we came to an old cow path, and, after following it for a mile we came to an old farm house. Here we stayed until the storm was over. The farmer’s wife gave us some bread and milk to eat. She told us how we could follow the railroad track back to_town- ‘We reached home about seven o’clock. JAMES O. KELLY, Age 14. Versailles. Pleasure First. John has the care of a flock of sheep which belong to Mr. Bruce, a neigh- boring farmer. He is a kind master and pays good wages to all who work faithfuily. John knows this perfectly well, and he means to please Mr. Bruce, but he has one bad habit—he often forgets that work should come before play. He can’t see why his father, moth- er, Mr. Bruce and everybody should be c~ontinually telling him this. He pre- erreq pleasure first, and he can't see J any harm in sitting on the fence and making whistles if Prince is on the lookout for stray sheep- To tell the truth his dog Prince is the most faithful of the two. His sharp eyes are not turned from the sheep long at a time. One day after John had been in Mr. Bruce's employ for some time he sat on the fenco trying a famous whistle which he had made the day before. John really had quite a knack at such things. John knew the sheep were wander- ing further and further from their accustomed haunts; but he knew also that Prince was watching, so he sat contentedly until the sheep were near- ly _out of sight. Prince was more uneasy than his master. He tried several times to call John’s attention to the flock, by a Jow bark. At last he could not en- due it any longer. He haw a com- motion among the sheep In the dis- tance and with one quick, sharp bark of warning to John, he bounded away to attend to the flock which was now running wildly in every direction. A strange dog had attacked the flock, and Mr. Bruce would have lost one or more valuable sheep if Prince had been no more faithful than John, Mr. Bruce had seen John's carless- ness from a distance, and as It was not the first time, the next day he dis- missed John: He was unwilling to trust his sheep in John's care. FRANK PARDY, Age 14. Norwich. Saved. Sammy and Eleanor had been play- ing hide-and-go-seek. Oh! what a g0od time they were having. Eleanor would go and hide and Sammy would find her; when he would find her and she wouldn't come out he would bark and run back and forth until she came out. Sammy was very thirsty, so he went into. the house to get a drink. ‘While he was in the house, his lit- the mistress had wandered away to the seashore, Meanwhile Sammy coming out of the house could not find her so he thought she was hiding from him; se he went to_look for her. He ran to the beach to find his mate. He ran as fast as he could to reach her. A big wave was just go- ing over her- Oh! he mst save her. He ran! Oh! her, He dashed right Into the water and brought her to the beach and he must have help, too. He thought, I will have to go Eleanor’s mother. Oh, no! He was mistaken, she was running down the beach to him. Mother took her little girl home and in a few hours BEleanor was playing with Sammy again, but she never went alone to the beach again. DORIS E. TROLAND, Age 10. Lebanon. He must! how he ran to save for New York City. New York is the largest city in the United States. The only city in the world that is larger is London in Eng- land. There are several reasons why so many people live in New York city. They live there because there is a good harbor, and the water is deep. ‘There is not room for the people in the houses. A family has only one or two rooms. Many men who do business in New York have homes in the suburbs sev- eral miles from the city.- Many of the buildings are very high in order to make room for keeping the goods that are bought and sold- LILLIAN KLECAK, Age 10. West Willington. . ‘The Frogs. Once upon a time some frogs n a pond asked Jove for a kind king. Jove ‘tloased a log into the middle of pond, The frogs dived at once into a deep hole for the splash was so great that they were all afraid. But when they saw the log lay quite still they jump- ed up and sat upon it- This is not a king, said they, and off they went. '.l.fiu next time Jove gave them an eel. Then Jove was angry and sent them a stork for a king and soon there was not a frog left in the pond—Un- signed. The Hammer. " In the hammer lies the wealth of a nation. Its merry clinks points out the abode of industry and labor, Not a house is built, not a ship floats, not. a carriage rolls, not a wheel spins, nor an engine thunders, not a press speaks, not a bugle peals, rot a spade delves, not a banner floats, without having endured the blows of the hammer. The hamimer teaches us that great ends and large results can be gained only by good, hard, blows; that, if we would attain usefulness and reach our full perfection, we must not shrink from the hardships of life, but early learn to cultivate the power of pa- tient endurance. FANNY ROSENBERG, ‘Age 11- Norwich Niagara Falls. A great body of water coming down from a height over rocks is calied & waterfall. There are many waterfalls in this country. Some are large, oth- ers, though smaller, are very beauti- ful, but the grandest of all are the Ialls of Niagara. _For nearly forty miles the Niagara river flows quietly over an open coun- try that is just steep enough to make a gentle current. N But efter a while there is a change. The bed of the river becomes steeper. The water begins to move faster and faster, until it runs wildly along as if racing down a rough hill You may have seen a runaway horse on a street, the wagon at his heels, eaping and swinging from side to side. Just think of a hundred such horses, wild with fright, going down hill at tne top of their speed, and you may imagine how the water of Niagara goes. It tumbles against the hidden rocks, falls back and pitches ahead again, always hurcying, until it reaches the cliff. Then, with a roar, it plunges down about 170 feet. Looking from a short distance at the water as it pours down, it seems to be a solid mass. Then it spreads out in a sheet that glitters in the sun, till it strikes the rocks below, when it shoots up in clouds of mist and foam, on which the sun throws a beauiiful rain- bow. There are two waterfalls at Niagara, separated by an island. One is the Canadian falls, called the Horseshoe, from its shape, the other is tne Amer- ican falls. The first is over 1,800 feet il width and 134 feet in height. The American falls, though not so_wide, is eight to ten feet higher. Both are grand and beautiful. HELEN WINBSKIE, Age 14, Yantic. An Obedient Child. One day a poor woman as she was going to market said to her little daughter: “I am going out for two hours. When I go, shut the door and bolt it, and do pot open it until I return.” “All right,” answered the little girl, whose name was Mary. A%out one hour after her mother had gone, Mary saw some people coming up the path. She had bolted the door as her mother had told her to. These Deople knocked and knocked on the door. There were two women and one man. They knew Mary was alone, for they had seen her mother go out. “Let us in,” they cried, for they had seen Mary through the window. “We are only your aunts and uncle.” But Mary would not unbolt the door. Soon, tired of pounding and pleading, the aunts and uncle went away. Half an hour_later Mary's mother came home. Mary unbolted the door and told her about her visitors. Her mother said she had done right, for they were not relatives, as she had no_relations. The next day she read in the paper where three men. two disguised as women, Lad been around the nelghbor- hood, stealing and kidnapping little children. You see what Mary escaped by obey- ing her mother. ADELAIDE HOLBROOK, Age 13. Norwich. Henry Hudson. Henry Hudson was an English sea captain. He wanted to find the north- west passage. The name of his ship was the Half Moon. Once he sailed in a bay. His men were very frightened and begsed him to go back, but he would not. But they put him in a little boat and set him adrift. No one ever heard of Hudson any 10re. WILLIAM PELIKAN, Age 10. West Willington. My Stay at My Uncle’s. The station where we came was nameg Lyster. It is a village of about five thousand people, but has its own mayor, and is classed as a city. There is a bank and several stores. My uncle was walting for us with a team, as the distance to his farm was nine miles. The time it took us was one hour or more to get there. en we arrived we went into the house to have dinner. After dinner we ceme out to look over the farm, which contains 110 acres and is one mile long and one-fifth of a mile wide, A public road runs through the farm and all the other farms in the same row, as the country is divided in rows, each of which are numbered. The row I am speaking of is the eleventh. Each farm in this region is of the same area and dimensions as the one 1 have described. PAUL E. MAURICE, Age 12, Versaillles, First Schools in New England. The first schools in New England had longer hours than we e now. In winter they were from 7 in the morning to 4, and in summer from $ to 4. ‘The schoolhouse was usually painted red. It had a small entry at one end where wood was kept. Coats, hats and dinner pails were also stored there. The schoolroom nad a stove at one end whose pipe reached across the room. The first seats were benches. In winter these were turned upside down and used to slide down hill on the snow crust. The children often learned their les- sons by a verse like the following: “A gentleman a chaise did buy, A horse and harness, too! They cost the sum of three pounds; Upon my word, ’tis true. The harness came to half the horse, The horse to twice the chaise, And if vou find the cost of them, nd go your ways.” N 0. KELLY, Age 12. score Versailles. My Setting Hen. 1 made up my mind to Poultry club, I found one of our hens which was laying in one of the eaves of the barn. I got an egg every day. But one day came when I got none. I watched the hen for two or three days after that, but got no egg, so I finally made up my mind that she was trying to set- T went to the different neighbors to see if I could get a setting of eegs for her. My father had told me that I could set her. I finally succeeded In getting a setting of nice Rhode Island Reds. My father had asked me if the hen tried to pick me when I went for the eggs. I replied, “No.” “Well,” he said, “I am not surprised, for the hen is a dead one. ALICE BROWN, Age 11. Colchester. joim the The Horse. The horse is a useful animal. He is gentle and willing to work. He is not made to hunt his prey like the wolf (1 the lion, but to be of use to man, The horse loves his master, and soon learns to know him. A story is told of a soldier who had a favorite horse tbat never seemed so happy as when his master was on” his back. At last in a fierce battle the soldier was killed and fell from his aorse. When his body was found a few days afterwards, the faithful horse was standing beside it. During that long time the horse had not left the body of his master. With- out food or water, he had stood over it, @iving away the birds of prey. Was he not a noble animal? ESTHER HYMAN, Age 11. Norwich. The Making of Buttons. One day I went to visit my father’s factory, to see now buttons were made Pearl buttons are made from pearl shells. The shells are found in salt water. The divers dive for them and bring them out. When my father gets them a work- man sorts them over and sometimes (inds a pearl. Some are so large that tney are worth hundreds of dollars. Then the workmen go down into the basement ang take them up in pails. Now I wili tell you how they are made: First, they are bored out by a maciine called a_borer. When bored out they are called blanks. These blanks are about one-half to an inch thick. Then they go to a splitting machine and are split into two or three r.anks. Another set of workmen get these and they go on a smoothing machine This is where they smooth them. Then another set of workmen get these and they go on a facing ma- <hine, which finishes them. Then they are given to boys who darill holes in tnem. They are now ready to be polished That Cough of Yours Racking your lungs, weakening your arteries, straining your throat mem- branes and jarring your head might be the forerunner of more cerious trouhl_c, and should have immediate attention. |SCHENCK’S SYRUP contains no narcotics. It comforts the throat, soothes the inflamed air passages, loosens the irritating se- cretions that causes the cough and makes expectoration free. For 80 years SCHENCK'S SYRUP has been successfully used for the treat- ment of Coughs, Colds, Hoarseness and Bronchial Affections. 50c and $1.00 per bottle. If you cannot get it from your druggist, we will send it to you direct on receipt of price. DR. J. H. SCHENCK & SON, Philadelphia. ; i acid, After that process they arg ready to be taken into tho sorting oom, where the girls sort them. Then they ‘are counted by girls into envel- cpes, 144 in a gross, and packed ig Loxes and shipped away to shirt and waist manufacturers. MARIE HALE, Age 1L West Willington. LETTERS TO UNCLE JED. The Mischeivous Boy. Dear Patience: The Mayflower ene countered many storms. We had & hard voyage and were glad to see landi Elder Brewster and some other men went to find new land. While they were gone Francis Billington, the mis- chievous boy, nearly blew up the ship. How frightened we were! Captain Standish was angry at him. We had a very sad winter. Half of our colony dled. Our dear Governor Carver died, and my dear_ father, mother and brother died. I had & ©ad fever when they died so I didn't know it. I took cave of the people as much as I could, but I had the fever, too. Rose’ Standish, the captain’s wife, died, too. Now I am alone and your kind father and mother give me a home, There is an Indian lives with us, He knows how to talk English. His name is Squanto. He helps us in many ways- He wouldn’t harm the boys and giris. His Indians trade with us. When we came here they shot arrows after us, but now they are friends. Love helps “mother” and me in many ways. Your dearest friend, PRISCILLA MULLENS. To Mistress Patience Brewster, Lie- den, Holland. MILDRED MIRTH, Age 10. ‘West Willington. My Pony Tommy. T thought I would tell you about my Shetland pony Tommy. He has a silver mane and tall and his real name is Silver Tom. His mane is double and flows each side of his aeck. 1 have a riding bridle and saddle. I rode him quite a little last summer with my cousin and papa. I have a little four wheelei wagon and also a little two wheelea one such as they used to use in England a long time ago. I have lots of fun driving him and taking my friends out. Papa made some thills for my sled and I drove him all around and some- itmes I would hitch another sled to mine and take my friends to ride. When I'm driving and turn towards some he is so anxious to get home that he goes so fast I enjoy driving him <hen. When he is running in the fleld he iooks just like a little lion. FRANCES DAVIS, Age 11. Eagleville. Matter of Love. If a man really loves a woman he will give up smoking for her, but if she really loves him she won't ask him .—Exchange. _AUTOMOBILE REPAIR SHOP AND MECHANICS 2.RUSSIAN ARMY DENTIST QQ PULLING TOOTH 3. BRITISH DIGEING NEW TRENCHES-AT YPRES LATEST NEWS PHOTOS FROM CENTERS OF ACTION IN EUROPEAN WAR Paris, April 6—The arrival of spring weather has facilitated the work of all the armies involved in the hope to engage the Germans in a de- cisive conflict for the control of Bel- gium inside of a month. The illustra- tion shows an automobile van equip- great European war. The allled forces |ped as a repair shop for guns, etc, contributed to the allies by Australia; Also it shows a Russian army dentist pulling a_soldler’s tooth and British troopers digging new trenches at the edge of a forest at Ypres,