Norwich Bulletin Newspaper, May 6, 1915, Page 9

Rules for Young Writefs. 1. Write plainly on cne side of the aper only, and number the pages. 2 Use pen and ink, not pemcil. 2. Short and pointed artickes will e given preference. Do Not Use over 50 words. 4. Original stories or letters only ili be_used. 5. Write ye.. iress plainly at the bottom 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. A Plea for the de. kill the little birds that sing bush and tree through the summer days their sweetest melody. on't shoot the little-birds; ‘the earth is Ged's estate, He provideth food for-small as well as great. name, age and ad- of the Dos w Kill the little birds, Wwhose lumage wings the air, trill_at early morn makes music everywhere. ¥hat though. the cherries fall, half n from the stem, ries disappear in garden, field 1 glen, the widow's cruet, there’s ways plenty left, sad a world were this of little ds bereft. f the good they do-n all the rds round. riful insects thrive where rob- most abound. bon't kill the little birds that sing h and tree the summer days their est melody. great world of ours,if we can t His word, food enough Il a single bird. —Catholic Transcript. HE WINNERS OF PRIZE BOOKS. for all. Don't Pollock, of Eagleville— eld in Camp. Demuth, of Baltic—The an Girls, Sarah Becker, of Fitchville—A n Ten Thousand. #'_Bertha Fuller, of Eagleville—Tom field's School Days. —Lucy A, Carter, of Hampton— -Anna Riben, of Mansfield Center Little Girl in Old Pittsfleld. Mary A. Burrill, of Stafford A Little Girl in Old De- ~Almira E. Kramer, of Colchester Little Hannah, ETTERS OF ACKNOWLEDGMENT Alle: of Versailles—T e book you sent me ng a story. The name of the The Motor Boat Club. I thank . very much. I like it real Clara re- lay Danahy, of Norwich—Thank very much ' for the prize book you t me, entitled, Tom Swift and His marine Boat. I have read it and t very interegting. hael J. Burns, of Fitchville—T re- i the prize book you sent me. I = read some of it and find it very 1 thank you very much. Aary A. Burrill, of Stafford Springs fany thanks for the lovely prize tled Tom Swift and His Elec- Runabout. I have started to read 1 like it very much. ith W. Hathaway, of Bozrahville u very much for the prize 1" sent e, entitled, Palace I have read part of it and very interesting. Violly Paley of Colchester: T thank ever so much for the prize book vou sent me. I have read it, and VCLE JED'S TALK TO WIDE: AWAKES, he time of vear when you and find out all you can things in the fleld which awl and run and fly, for you to find out r hundreds of years others ed out into the woods and s, which are God's gardens, and nd, examined and named everything to see. Everything runs or flies has THE WIDE AWAKE CIRCLE by sight, and the birds ers and the grasses; the order in which each year. ‘The more you find out things the more complete is you-—the more interest you in it and the more pleasure of it. Knowledge is a check to a guide to pleasure and to more any of us know, the can do and the more useful become. The fields and the heavens are open book to those who know is to be known about be read and admired, and such knowledge can never Those who get the habit out to find eut usually learn new on every walk and never feel lone- 1y, for even the rocks and as well as every live thing, things to them. It is a fact, too, that the more know of the things God has made more you seem to know and instead of seeming to be He seems to be ever present ‘works. Those who walk out to find out are students and they are Iikely to be stu- dents for all their lives because In study they find pleasure, } g ! J i s5i Esn i STORIES WRITTEN BY WIDE- AWAKES, The Blacksmith of Ragenbach. One afternoon in early autumn, about twenty years ago, a party of men and women were chat and Jaughing in the tavern room of n- bach, a little village in_Germany. The village blacksmith was one of the merry company. He was & good- natured man, with a kind, honest face, and greatly liked by the people, His arms were like barg of iron, his hands large and powerful, and he was as noted for his strength as for his good temper. He sat mear the entrance talking with a neighbor, when all at once the door swung back and a large, pow- erful dog staggered into the room, Its head hung down, its eyes were blood- shot; its breast was flecked with foam, and its lead-colored tongue loil- ed_half-way out of his mouth. No soomer had the smith's neigh- bor set eyes on the beast than he turn- ed deathly pale and exclaimed, “The dog is mad!” The little room -was quite full, and the only means of egress was the door before which the rabid animal now stood. It snapped, savagely, right and left, and to attempt to pass it meant a sure and terrible death. Horror was stamped on every face. Strong men thought of their wives; mothers, of their chiliren. Whe was to deliver them from this danger? Amid all this tumult the smith alone stood still and fearless. He saw the anguish of the people; and as he thought how many families might be made desolate in a few minutes, he resolved to save them if he could. Stepping forward, he sald in his deep, strong voice, as quietly as if death did not stare him in the face, “Back, every one of you! Some one must die to save the others. Let me be that one! I alone can hold that beast, Let no one move until I seize it. Then, while I have It securely in my grasp, let_everyone leave the room.” Scarcely _had he finished speaking when the Tabid animal rushed at the terrified, shrieking people. The smith threw himself on the foaming beast, seized it in his iron grasp, and dash- ed it to the floor. A terrible struggle followea, The dog bit furfously on every side. Its long teeth tore the arms and thighs of the heroic man, who never for an instant relaxed his hold. Regardless alike of the pain and the horrible death that was sure to ensue, he held the snapping, howling brute until ev- eryone had escaped. He then flung the half strangled beast from him, dashing it against the wall, and left the room, locking the door after him. A shot through the window disposed of the dog. The grateful people flocked around their preserver, thanking him for his noble deed, while weeping at the thought that he had saved their lives at_the sacrifice of his own. “Grieve not for me” he sald. “I have only done my duty.” Madness seized the herole man, and atter suffering some days, death came to his relief, - The blacksmith died, but his memory will live and be vVenerated from gen- eration to generation. Nowhere in his- tory can there be found the record of a deed more glorious and sublime than that of the blacksmith of Ragenbach. MAY DANAHY, Age 13. Norwich, My Trip to Stafford. Oh, the fun we had going to Staf- ford! We went in an automobile, with one of my friends. The fun we had! Once or twice my- hat blew off my THE utting on a new dress. s were chosen last new material procured, cut, f and then packed away = prevailing color _is erns are as variable 1 as the leaves of a est can be 1 one of the late chapters I used word_“cell” freely. Was it under- d? That in a stri scientific that it is applied to what a few ago was known as the smallest organized matter? we have struck waother root. meant by “organized matter?” g these chapters reminds me re 1 firet settled on a claim in nsin belt of hardwood tim- and attempted to plow a lit- f Jand that had lately been f the trunks and limbs of the it not all the stumps. It was n which was the most batter- round, yanked about, the team or myself. My ribs ache hout it. rganized matter?" in their own lan- 1t what an _explain it to Uncle Jed? all also use the word cell as the a compartment into which » divided. The double mean- ortunate, but a Wide-Awake be on the lookout and thus e what Grandpa Lowater rom the other words used. aid, The Pool is being becom- dressed in green. Each apart- use is being painted anew. Ap- the mayor and common coun- e ordered a general cleaning-up Jainting-up weekfl Anyhow, na- has her forces at work and the in- tants who have lately returned the south have joined with the -at-homes in the active gork of e-making. e word was sent rcund “build * and bas met with e gencral ap- POOL proval and action, “Make home beautiful” is another thought that has the approval of Dame Nature, and plans are already laid to carry the matter into the resident dis- tricts without delay. Now how are the skyscrapers of The Pool painted? There are many steeple climbers, to be sure, but none who would loan their brush for the work of painting. There are all sorts and sizes of aero- planes provided with natural power that can and do pass over the tallest apartment, yet they do not care a feather what color is used, or how it is put on, so long as they can use these apartments at low rent. Yet, the color is there, growing deeper and deeper, and how it gets there s what I would like to talk about. To do_this correctly, we need to un- derstand several things and learn their names: 1—Organs, 2—Transpiration. 3—Organs of transpiration. 4—Where are those organs located? 5—How are the organs protected? 6—Amount of transpiration. Effects of transpiration. 8—Causes of transpiration. As for 1, all any Wide-Awake has to remember is that organ is a name for any part of a living thing set apart to do a certain work. ‘Alice: Then, Grandpa, my heart is an organ? Certainly; 80 is a leaf, as all plants have organs as well as animals. While we are about it, let me call our Wide-Awakes' attention to what an organ does. How am I to mame what the heart or leaf does? Who can tell? Again, do you young people think spiders, flies, worms and Dirds, or toads, have organs? Have the garden beets organs? Do Uncle Jed's dahlias have o . GRANDEATHER f 1T 4 i § “Very well,” sald his mother, going out of the kitchen. Tom was left with the cook, Who soon went down cellar to skim the milk. Tom stepped softly into the pantry_and raised the lid of the sugar box. How mice and white the sugar Tooked! “It won't hurt me to eat Jist g lit- tle” thought Tom. So he seized a handful of sugar and crowded it into hig_mouth. Just as he had finished eating it, he heard his mother's steps in the hall. He ran out of the pan- try as she came in. “Have you been at the sugar, Tom? she asked. Tom_was frightened. If he told the fruth ho fesred he'd be pimished; #p e told a story. “T was just looking at It he saly “I_didn't take a bit” Hig mother did not say a word. She took him by the shoulder and led him into the parior where there was a long mirror. Tom looked in, and saw that the whole front of his navy biue flannel waist was covered with fine sugar. He began to cry. “You see, your waist told on you,” sald his mother. “You ought to be punished, but I will tell you a little story instead, for I don't think you ever told a falsehood before, and I hope you never will again " She then drew Tom to her knee, and told him the story of George Wash- ington and the cherry tree. She ask- ed him if he would not try to be as good and truthful a boy as George. Tom cried harder than ever then: and promised that he would never teil an- other falsehood, and I don’t think he ever did. ADELLE DEMUTH, Age 14. Baltic. The Deserted Farm House. It was a large, low buolding in a very dilapidated condition. It was fast goifig to ruln. Many years ago it had been painted, but now the paint bad all peeled off except in a few places. The boards of the house were old and decaying. The shingles on tthe Toof were old and musty looking. The large red brick, old fashioned chimney was ready to tumble over. There were small, dirty windows, some of which were broken. There had been Diinds on the windows, but now most of them had fallen off. During the time the house was in- habited there had been a lawn in front of the house, but now the gr- s was grown to the helght of one foot | and the shrubs which had been lanted on different parts of the lawn looked ke wild bushes one sees when walking through the woods in_ spring. There were two or three shade trees planted on the lawn, but new they look as if they had not been cared for for twelve or fifteen years. In the back yard there was an old fashioned bucket well. ~The bucket was made of wood and was fast de- caying. As one looked down the well, where pure, sparkling water had once been there were now water containing frogs and lzards. There also was an old, dead tres with spreading branches which, 1 suppose, had been used to hang milk can_son. The whole yard was surrounded by an old, tumbled down stone wall, and as one gazed on the old, deserted haunted hopse, as some called it, It gave one a feeling of loneliness. FLOSSIE MEYER, Age 13, Taftville. The Dikes of Holland, If we were to visit Holland our at- tention would at once be attracted to the dikes. The dikes are large walls built to keep back the water from getting in- to Holland. A dike is first extended across an arm of the sea. Then the water is pumped out. This requires work for ‘months and sometimes years. Hundreds of millions of dollars have been spent in building these ani sev- eral millions to repair them. During the stormy season the dikes are carefully watched by the watchmen. If a leak is discovered, an alarm is rung and men, women, and children know the danger of a leak in the dike_ and every child is on the watch, They all would like to be the little hero, Peter, a boy who dis- covered a leak and put his hand against it until help was possible. PATRICK MAHONEY, Age 13. Norwich. The Siamese. Sfam is In the southern part of the Indian Bmpire. The Siamese belong to the brown race; as the Malays do. They cultivate rice and millet. The mineral products are sapphires, gold and tin. There are tropical forests. Siam has a king and so is a_mon- archy. The king has a body of noblemen, Bang-Kok is the capital of Siam. It is on a muddy river. The people are very poor. The houses are small and the streets are narrow, so they live on boats. The king has a marble palace and 80 have the Buddhist priests. They worship the elephant. Siam is call- ed “The Land of the White Elg=hant™ MARY HOLUBEK, Age 10. West Willingto The Dissatisfied Mule. In winter a mule wished for spring because his master only gave him coarse straw to eat. The mule want- ed the tender green grass. The spring came There was the ground to prepare and the grain to sow. The busy mule didn’t have much time to eat the green grass. rubies, He wished for summer, When sum». ken because time. Paul Jones got & new ves- ‘Homme Richard. He soon to fight with it. He ship. The Serapis was galning the fight and the commander said: “I hate to take that com- ‘mander alive, he is too brave to be barnged.” The British asked: ‘Do you give L "PTixNol We are just beginning to fight,” was the reply from Paul Jones. “But you know you mmands can't win,” said Jomes. “I am going to find Jimmy,” said the man. Just then he saw something mov- ing on the boat. “Is that Jimmy?” he asked. “Yes,” came a faint voice. “What are you dofng?” asked the T Dying said_Jn e " sal immy. The man picked him up and took him to the hospital. “He will be all right in a Mttle while,” ald the surgeon later. Jones always went to the hos- i v, (s wounien: “What! you Jimmy “ he said. “Yes,” was the repiy. “How did you get wounded?* asked Paul Jones, “I did it myselt;” said Jimmy. “By accident, but I did it. I crawled on the Brifish ship and caused an ex- plosion and was blown into the wa- ter.” The eommander went on deck and the men had already boarded the Serapis and made the crew surrend- er. The commander of the Serapis said, “I give up fighting tigers I will re- sign” The people all cheered. FRANCIS BUSSE, Age 13. ‘West Willington. A Day Trout Fishing. A few days ago, I was sitting out- side and reading a book, when I saw Bennle, a man who lives in our ‘house going I put down my book and ran to him. I asked him to take me with him and was drily an- swered, “I don't care.” First we went to a big pile of dirt near the river to dig worms. He kept on digging for a long time (to me it seemed a whole day, so impatient was I to go fishing). He at last got ten worms. ‘We started to the river, which was a short distance away. It was quite slippery and I nearly slipped into the water once. I hate to see worms tortured and when he put the worm on the hook I would turn away not to see it. He was fishing for quite a long time unsuccessfully, while I sat watehing him. 1 said, “Bennie, your're unlucky. Let's see if I can catch a fish.” I had to plead a long time before I persuaded Bim to give me the fishing pole. He let me have the pole and I sat down on the rock for I don't know how long, when all of a sudden I felt a jerk on line. It was so sud- den that it almost pulled me in the water. I picked up the line and Bennie took off the trout from the hook and put i na bag. I went home proudly carrying tie bag, for this was the first fish that I had caught. SARAH BECKER, Age 12. Fitchville. A Brave Boy Scout. A boy named Ernest Smith was walking down the street the other day, when he saw smoke pouring from the window of a house not far away. Ernest is only twelve years old, but he is a Boy Scout, and has learned to think and to act quickly. When he saw the smoke, he ran to the rescue of any who might need his help. This 18 how he tells his story: “I saw smoke coming from a win- dow and jumped over six fences to get to the place. T climbed up the fire ladder to the window and, seeing a woman and baby on the floor with their clothing burning, I pulled my coat around me and crawled in. I put out the flames on the woman and baby with a blanket. The woman had caught fire putting oil In a stove. ‘When I got the fire out, I got a bot- tle of sweet ofl out of a box on a fire escape a couple of doors away. I put the oil on the baby and all over the lady. Then the policeman came. One of them measured me and said, “I was three feet high. That's all there is to it” Ernest is very modest in telling of the brave rescue which he made that day. But he has not been overlook- ed, for he has received two medals, one of silver and another of gold, as a reward for his bravery and skill in saving that mother and child from a terrible death. HATTIE PERKINS, Age 15 Colchester. “Lost in the Woods.” One day we thought we would go on a fisbing trip. So we got our rods, lines, and lunches and started out_at half past seven in the morning. We got to the pond near the cow path. ‘We fished all day till half past four in the afternoon, when we decided to go_home. ‘We started to go away from pond. We could not find the patch. We were lost. Wle then started off in the direction which we thought might lead to the road. Oh, there were stumps, brooks, hills and everything to go over and through. = I got my feet wet in cross- ing & brook. My friend dropped his fish can containing 14 fish in a_brook. Of course they swam away. But at last we reached the road. Then it was already about three quarters of a mile home. It was already dark when we reach- ed_the farmhouse. We had my fish for supper. Then we told our story. We did not think we would go fishing in that pond right away again. HERPERT CARLSON, Age 12. Baltic. the cow Marken Peopls In Marken the boys and men wear big baggy trousers and very tight walsts. The women wear clothing of all colors. Their tight walsts are em- broidered with flowers. Even little girls have big flowers embroidered on their walsts, too. They wear white caps-on their heads, and on each side a curl is hanging down. T wonder how all the girls and wom- en of Marken come to have two such mice curls! If in Holland you ehould meet a ‘oman you would know she belongs to they have two NORWICH BULLETIN. THURSDAY, WRY_6, 1915 ‘make their curls. The Marken women skirts wide under the waist M\;m::-‘ PoGne Thay aio wike prons. thet they may seem bigger and rounder. These people look odd to us, and if they saw us they would think we were oddly dressed, too. OMARIE HAKE, Age 12. ‘West Willington. LETTERS TO UNq.I JED. How to Make Birch-Bark Match Scratchers, Dear Uncle Jed and Wide-Awakes: Our mothers are housecleaning and fixing wp neat and clehn and are changing around thelr pictures. I will send in an odd way for msuking match- scratchers, made from A stiff piece of quired for the foundation of the first one and this is covered, with a plece of birch bark. A wall-pocket of birch- ‘bark is sewed to the sqmare with baby ribbon, and ends in . This serves as a match receiver while: a mule's head is cut from the fimest emery pa- per and fastemed to the pocket and serves as a match-scraticher. The lettering is put on in ink, and a few matches are glued to the foun- dation by way of decaration and to advertise its purpose and save wall paper and door casings. Scatter the matches across the top on either side of the Iittle pocket amd pen these 'words: “You will find 'your match in me. For another ome, cut a_circle of pasteboard and cover vith birch-bark and decorate on one stde with a new moon cut from emeny paper. The words “Good Night” ¢an be lettered on with pen and ink and if one draws, a little candle, just dyiag out, may be added with water colors, or simply outlined with the pen. Finish by scat- tering a few burned and unburned ‘matches. Another, more elaborate, may be decorated 'in this way: Cut a square or oblong of pasteboard and cover as before. Then cut the flgures of two men in street dress. Over thelr coats fit coats of emery paper and glue matches in their hands for canes. A sidewalk can be blocked off with ink and the lettering “Sicratch my back” Pput_across the top, All these should be finished neatly on the back by pasting a plece of plain paper over all when finished and glue- ing to each upper corner a smal] brass ring. Pass an inch of tape through the ring and glue the tape to_ the back. This serves to attach the baby ribbon that suspends them. Hope some of the Wide-Awakes will try them and have good luck. LUCY A. CARTER, Age 13. ‘Hampton. The Ball and a Top, Dear Uncle Jed: One day a ball and a top met in a drawer. The top said to_the ball: “Hello! Who are you? Are you a stranger? You were not here before.” The ball answered, “Yes, I was brought here yesterday.” The top said: “Well, as we are alone, Wwhy not be better acquainted ?” “Indeed,” said the ball, very pleased to.” “I will tell you my story,” sald the ball. “One day as I was growing in the woods, some men came and cut me down and brought me to a saw- mill where I was sawed into lumber. I was then taken to another factory and turned into a top. Then an iron spur was put into me, I was painted red and yellow and packed into a box with many other tops. When the box was opened L was put into a window and was there for many days, watch- ing the meople go by. “One day a boy came into the store and bought me and brought me here and I have been here ever since.” “I will now tell you my story,” sald the ball. “I was on the back of a calf, who was Kkilled, then I was brought to the tannery, and the tanner made me into a ball. A rubber cork was put inside of me and I was paint- ed blue and green. Just then the drawer was opened and the top was taken out. The ball never had a chance to tell the top her story. BERTHA BEDARD, Age 9. Norwich. will be My Pet Dog. Dear Uncle Jed: I have a small dog which was given to me on my last birthday. He is light brown, with a Httle white on his tail. I named him Shep because he is a shepherd dog. I feed him before I go to school, and when I come home. He will be a year old June 4th, and he is about two and a half feet in height. Whenever I go to school, or to see my playmate, he will follow me. ‘When it is time for us to come home he comes to meet me and jumps on me Dbecause he is so pleased. ‘When anyone comes to my house he will run on the road and bark, then he runs near the door and don't let them in_until I go out and call him in. When I go for the cows he goes with me. He drives them out of the pasture. Then he drives them into the barn; end when I go into the barn to put the cows in their places he lies near the barn until I come out. Then he_follows me. When I go into the house he lies down on the step near the door. ANNIE RIBEN, Age 13. Mansfield Center. How He Spends His Vacation. Dear Uncle Jed: When our school closes I go with my father to Hartford every week. When we come to Hart- ford, we sell our goods and on jthe next day we start for home, It is a trip of 30 miles. We start ‘Wednesday and come back Thursday evening, When' we come back my father and 1 cultivate the corn, hoe the potatoes and do all the work on the farm. 1 have many pets which I like to play with. When school starts again T go there every day on my bicycle. When I come home from school 1 feed my chickens and doves. I have joined two clubs, the Potato and Corn clubs. The supervisor of agriculture is Mr. Brundage, who is a very kind man. When our school stops, he makes picnics for us, and shows us how to play many kinds of sports. ; LOUIS POLLOCK, Age 13. Eagleville. A Visit to London. Dear Uncle Jed: One day my moth- er asiced me if I wanted to go to Lon- don. Of course I said ves. So the next day we packed our trunks and started for London. While we were crossing the ocean, a storm arose and the ship was tossed from side to side. Well, anyway, we got to London safe and sound. We stayed at my aunt's house, who was very glad to see us. The next day after our arrival we all went out to see the sights. We went around the city in an automobile. ‘We saw the “Tower of London,” and, oh, ever so many other large buildings, ‘When we got back, we were indeed very tired after our trip. The next day we went to the theatre, works oughly, quickly and In millions of homes it is to- day doing the hard work which is really i ¢ o knows how Gold Dust truly works for her. And if she doesn’t already know she will be il delighted to find I out how Gold Dust it - cleans everything. which I enjoved very much. That night we left for home which we reached after six days and nights. MARIE AGNES SHEA, Age 11. Norwich. Will Feed and Protect the Birds. Dear Uncle Jed: A few weeks ago my teacher received a circular about the Liberty Bell Bird club. It said that the club had a great many mem- I ¢ ¢ e Il The small Il quantity of Gold Dust required dis- solves at once, in hot or cold water, making the ideal cleaning solution. hands to do if Gold Dust is used. ° it Any woman who has washed dishes with Gold Dust works. It Gold surely. so well. for human by fingers | — it actually works for you l | and gives true household service | Gold Dust really efficiently, thor- Dust dissolves and removes grease and dirt from | everything. Nothing else worrks | Gold Dust finds and drives out the dirt in the corners and crevices that cannot be reached or washcloths. Gold Dust cleans nickel- work, enameled ware, metal, etc.,and does not scratch or mar the polished surface. That is why Gold Dust is the leading washing and cleaning pow- der in the woerld; that is why you will find it on sale everywhere and in use everywhere. < o @ 1d Dust is indispensable and inexpensive— 5c and larger everywhere CEEEEFAIRBANKZSET) bers and wafited the pupils of her school to hecome members, too, and they would get buttons to wear. So we all signed the pledge promis- ing to aid the birds in_every way we could, by building bird houses, provid- ing baths for them, feeding them and protecting them from cats, squirrels, snakes, and other numerous enemies. Wien I told papa about it he said he would make a house, too, and he made a little cottage, with five rooms and a porch on every side of the house, and painted it red. Then he put it up near the house on a cedar pole. I have fed the birds a few times and put out water for them in a hollow rock. I haye seen quite a few birds lately, and among them were the well known birds, the robin, bluebird and cheerful little song Sparrow. ‘We each have a bird pin, with a pic- ture of the Liberty Bell and above it a swallow. Our motto is “Protect our feathered friends.” I like best of all to go out early in the morning and hear the birds sing- ing their sweetest songs. It has been a good thing for me, for I feel much more_acquainted with the birds than ever before. I hope other Wide-Awakes have join- ed bird clubs and will do all they can to make the birds bappy. ALMIRA E. KRAMER, Age 13. Colchester. Early Flowers. = Dear Uncle Jed: I thought I would write and tell you and the Wide- Awakes about the different flowers I have found. I like flowers and am glad to see them again. The first I found were the hepaticas. They were blue end white. The second ones were the mayflow- ers. I guess everyone knows the story of the Mayflower. They smell very sweet and I like the pink ones best. We always pick a lot of these every year to send our friends in the city who are less fortunate. Next came the violets, marsh mari- gold and the dear little cinafoil. There are two kinds of blue and yel- low violets and white ones. I like vio- lets, and my sister and I set out a lot in front of our schoolhouse. I am also going to plant some seeds there. The ¢inafoll and marsh marigold are yel- ow. The white shad blossoms came out a- few days ago. The dandelions are out, too. Everyone s planting gardens. I ‘wonder if any of the Wide-Awakes going to have gardens of their dwn to take care of? I am, and I think I will have some chickens, too. I have some flower seeds planted in a box and I am looking forward to the time when they peep out of the earth. I am glad spring is here, and I guess the Wide-Awakes are, too. It is so nice to see everything looking fresh and green again. MARY A. BURRILL, Age 12. Stafford Springs. General Grant. Dear Uncle Jed: Ninety-three years 4go on the 27th of April Ulysses Simp- son Grast was born at Point Pleasant, hio. He went to a little village school and helped his father on the farm. When 17 years of age he was ap- pointed a cadet at West Point on the Hudson river. He was very bright in mathematics and was fond of athletics and outdoor games. He was noted as the best horseman in his class, which was of muck use to him in later days. After his graduation he went to St. Louis on barracks duty. In 1845 the Mexican war broke out and Grant with a regiment went to Mexico. A few years later the Civil war broke out. Grant stood on the northern side because he believed the northerne: Were In the right. He capturd Foris Henry and Donaldson. ‘When _General Buckner asked for terms, Grant replled: “There are no terms—only uncondi- tional surrender!” and for that reason he was afterward called “Uncondition- al Surrender Grant.” After that he won the battles Vicksburg and. Gettysburg. After the battle of Chattanooga, ‘Grant was made leutenant general of the union forces. He was elected president twice, and served his-country from 1869 il 187Z. of He died in 1885, a brave and noted general. MIRIAM E. CHURCH, Age 12. Uncasville. The Sewing Club. Dear Uncle Jed: I thought I would write and tell you about the sewing club which I belong to. There are about twenty-three girls who go to the sewing club. We have made a sewing bag, a hold- er, a cooking cap, an apron, sieeve pro- tectors and a dish towel. We have also learned how to darn a stocking, to mend and how to put a patch on & garment. There are fourteen girls who go to the cooking club. It is divided into two classes. One class sews while the other cooks. ‘We have cards every week to write down the things which we have cooked during the week. At the end of the week our teacher adds them up and puts gold stars on them. ‘We have made many kinds of food up to the cooking club. I like to cook. I have cooked most of the food which the teacher has taught the class to make. BERTHA A. FULLER, Age 11. Eagleville. In the Same ClI. The difference between a good boss and & bad boss seems to be not unlike the difference between a good trust and a bad trust—Philadelphia Led- ger. Tanks to hold half a ton of ice, and electric fans to circulate the air from them, are used to cool the interior of cars on the Egyptian state railways. PLAINFIELD 8ix Tramps Arrested in Shanty De- serted by Woodchoppers. Section Foreman J. Sullivan and men had a stubbarn railroad fire west of Packer Tuesday. Michael Bagley was arrested at the station Sunday night for belng drunk and Monday the justice said $1 and costs. He was let out on probation and has departed. Tramps Rounded Up. Monday night Officer Allen called at a shanty about half a mile west of the village which had been used during the winter by A. C, Tilling- hast’s choppers, and found six men who were making themselves at home, with a good fire and everything home- like, He broke up the camp and the knights of the road were taken to Cen- tral Village to become guests of the town over nisht. Long Winded. Long-winded writers, who mnever knew when they have got throusgh, should take a lesson from the story of the old Scotch lady’s coachman, who was wont to slip out from the kirk, near what he supposed to be the close of the sermon, in order to have her carriage ready. One Sunday, having become impatient but being somewhat in doubt, he whispered to his mistress, “Is he no dune yet?” “Dune?_retorted the indignant old lady, “He's dune half an hoor since; but he'll no stop."—The Writer. There are 500 tin mills in South Wales. OT NARCOTIC. e onths old Doses —35 CENTS e GASTORIA For Infants and Children. Mothers Know That Genuine Castoria Thirty Years GASTORIA