Norwich Bulletin Newspaper, June 17, 1915, Page 9

THURSDAY, JUNE 17, 1915 THE WIDE AWAKE CIRCLE BOYS AND GIRLS DEPARTMENT Rules for Young Writefs. 1. Write plainly on one side of the paper only, and number the pages. 2. 1se pen and ink, not pencil. 3. Short and polnted articles will be given preference. Do Mot uss over 250 words. 4. Original stories or letters only will be used. 5. Write your name, age and ad- dress plainly at the bottom of the story. Address all communications to Uncle Jed, Bulletin Office. “Whataver you are—Be that! Whatever you say—Be truel Straightforwardly act, Be_honest—in fact, Be nobody else but you.” POETRY. A Letter from the Country. Dear mamma, I know yowll be looking For a letter today from me; So I'll sit me right down by the window And write you just what I see. A busy speckled mother hen, With_eleven little chicks, s scratching very earnestly Around a pile of sticks. A neisy turkey gobbler Is strutting near the shed, 8o very angry that the blood Has all rushed to his head. There are two white calves, half hidden In their clover beds: The four brown tips a-peeping Are wee horns upon their heads. _ Eight funny little piggies And each as quick as wink; The little scampers wear a dress Of thin white over pink. Bridget, with_her skirt pinned up, Is milking Brindle Bess: O1d Tab, the cat, is waiting For a saucerful, I guess. Thers are swallows darting from the eaves, Doves cooing on the barn— ©Oh, my! a robin just flew past, With a bit of yarn. There are cows and sheep and horses, Chickens and ducks and geese, And ouly think, a dear pet lamb, That has a dark brown fleece, The apple blossoms fill the air With just the sweetest smell— Dear mamma, I would write you more, But there’s the breakfast bell. P. S—Tell papa that I really think For little girls and boy: The country is a nicer place Than cities full of noiee. YOUR LITTLE NBELL. —Philadelphia Record. UNCLE JED'S TALK TO WIDE- AWAKES. 1 do not know how the Wide-Awakes tegard the barefoot boy, whether they look askance at him or gaze at him with envy. Most of the older citizens can re- member when the greater part of the boys and part of the girls went bare- foot all summer, and they had sore feet from stubbed toes and stone galls, brown faces, hands and legs and red cheeks. It has become proverbial that the barefoot boy is seldom seen among the juvenile patients of the doctors. He is such a representative of health and joy that the poets have sung about him and the great artists have painted him upon canvas to adorn the walls of Balaces. It is good for a boy to have his feet o the warm ground and feeling the currents of air and electricity. It is less an indication of poverty than it is » good sense. Every boy who wants to go barefoot Jhould have the privilege, because it is the most natural thing in the world lor him to do. A“doctor writes: “Most all foot trou- les among children, we belleve, are :aused by bad footwear. There Is nothing better for a child's foot or any other persons’ foot than freedom and exercise—nothing better than the re- moval of the splint, the brace which constitutes the shoe. * * ** A boy can absorb a lot of sunlight through his shanks if he gets half a chance. It increases his hemoglobin, his red blood cells, his digestive capacity, his resistance against disease.” Our Wide-Awake boys should all all have @ chance to go barefoot and sensible parents raise no objections. A well known physician says: “Give me my choice between the barefoot boy and his unfortunate shoed and stock- inged brothér and I should be reluct- antly compelled to choose the coddled one, being, as you might say, a doctor following the sick for a living. Some- how a family doctor doesn’t often get a chence to look over a barefoot boy. If he did he would perhaps conelude that going barefoot is a positive aid in the prevention of tuberculosis and some other useless diseases.” It is estimated that there are eight million barefoot boys in America dur- ing the long summer vacation, and we hope our Wide-Awakes will be among them. WINNERS OF PRIZE BOOKS. 1—Waiter Gavigan of Willimantie, Hickory Ridge Boy Scouts. . 2—irene Vonasek of West Willing- ton, Black Beauty. 3—Carrie A. Pratt of Pomfret Centes Camp-fire Girls Amid the Snows. 4—Alex Dugas of Versailles, Betty Vivian. 5—R; Eagan of Willimantic, Rhymes, Jingles and Fairy Tale: 6—Frederick C. Kendall of Norwich, Boy Scouts for Uncle Sam. 7—Mary Louise Brush of Fitchville, Camp-fire Girls Across the Sea. 8—Muriel. W. Holdridge of Norwich, Through the Looking Glass. 3—Thomas O’Connell of Norwich, Boy Scouts in the Blue Ridge. Winners of prize books may call at The Bulletin business office for them at any hour after 10 as»m. on Thurs- day. . LETTERS OF ACKNOWLEDGMENT. Frank Pardy of Norwich: I thank You very much for the nice prize book you gave me entitled Madge Morton's Secret. I have read it end I found it very interesting. Hattie Perkins of Colchester: I thank You ever so much for the lovely prize book vou sent me June 10 entitled Madge Morton’s Victory. I have start- ed to read it and like it very much. Susan Hatten of Mt. Hope: I have received two prize books from you and thank you very much for them. I have read them and they were very inter- esting. Mildred V. Morley of Eagleville: I thank you very much for the prize book you sent me entitled Meadow Brook Girls Afloat. It was very in- teresting. STORIES WRITTEN BY WIDE- AWAKES. Connecticut. The name Connecticut is taken from the Idian and means “Long River.” This name was given to the Connecti- cut river and later as the river flowed through what was then termed the west, the name was also given to our state. As early as 1634 the settlement of Connecticut was begun, but a perma- nent settlement was not made until 5. B Emigrants from Boston founded ‘Wethersfield and Windsor in 1635. In the autumn of the same year an English company sent a band under John Winthrop, who built a fort at Saybrook, at the mouth of the river. In the charter given Winthrop by the company he was spoken of as “Gover- nor of the River Connecticut.” The next year, when the flowers were in bloom and the weather was warm, the Rev. Thomas Hooker of Cam- bridge, Mass, with a band of one hundred men, women and children, started for Connecticut. With them they took their cattle, hogs and household goods. It was a tireless journey and there were no roads or boats to bring them across streams. At last, after a jour- ney of two long weeks, they reached Hartford, which then was only a small Settlement; now it is a large city and the capital of tus state. The next year a war was declared on the Pequots, en Indian tribe who had a very strong village at what is now Mystic. The cause of this war was that the Pequots were very hostile towards the white settlers. The tribe was soon overcome and after hunting the woods for a few months it was practically destroyed. Two vears later, 1639, the famous Connecticut constitution was formed, and it is noted as the first form of government made “by the people for the people.” Later on, the constitution of the United States was formed in the same manner. Therefore, the Con- necticut comstitution may be said to be the father of all those that came after t. Today Connecticut is rich in soil and manufactures. When we say rich in soil we mean that it is rich in agri- cultural products. Its leading cities are New Haven, Hartford, Bridgeport, Waterbury, New London, ' Norwich, Willimantic, and many others. All these are rich in manufactures, and New London has a fine harbor. The success of this state is the fruit of the men’s labors who as settlers THE NEW TEACHER AND DAN “Schpol will begin tomorrow, and I wonder what the new teacher will be like?” eaid Laura excitedly. “I know one thing, she'll find trouble enough if that mischievous Dan Smithers comes again this term.” “That’s right,” declared her com- panion. “Still I don’t think Dan really meant to be so naughty, only he was the oldest and tallest boy in school, €0 of course, boy-like, thought he could play the great ‘I am. After supper that evening a number of boys of various ages sat round the general store discussing baseball and other sports and lastly spoke of school. “Well, Dan, 'spose you'll go again this term,” sald the storekeeper with & broad grin on his face. “Yes, and raise particular dickens, t00,” spoke up another. “Oh, how you do throw compli- ments,” said Dan with a sneer. “Of course, I'm going—a new teacher— guess I wouldn’t miss it. Can't none of them high-headed college grades get ahead of me or make me toe the marik, either.” “There, now, don't get excited be- forehand. You know you ought to study more and play less in school hours, if you stop to think twice,” re- marked the storekeeper, looking slyly at Dan, who now began to laugh, then hastily remarking “Now don't any of you lay awake on my account, for I'll lay when I please,” Wwith a quick step Be Jeft the store. Once out of doors, Dan heard the evening train come puffing in the little station. “Well, for the land sake!” he ex- clatmed. “Tll bet thats the new schoolmarm. Huh! Ain't any larger than some of the girls in school. I just hope she won't try to punish me —but then I'm ready, enyway.” The first bell had rung as Laura, the schoolyard. “Seen teacher yet?” she eagerly inquired of her friend who stood waiting for her. ‘No, not yet, but what do you think? Dan Smithers told us he saw her last evening when she arrived and also that he waen't going to be afraid of her.” “Sounds just like him, doesn’t it?” Teplied Laura soberly. “Come,” said her companion, go in together.” ~ Laura looked at her friend as much as to say: “Didn't I tell you so ” Suddenly a sweet voice sounded clear and with decision. “Dan Smithers, if You please, I wish to see you after “let’s Achool.” This caused a general gig- gling. “Why, children!” exclaimed Miss Varney. “I am surprised to think vou should laugh at anyone so much oider than yourselves. I am very sure Dan doesn’t care to be laughed at.” During this speech Dan's face took on a ecarlet hue, and his eyes fell. Really ashamed for once. After school, Dan walked up to the desk, fully expecting punishment of some kind. What was surprise when Miss Varney said: “Well, Dan, are you and I to be friends or not? I surely hope we are, for I shall need just such a good, strong boy as you to assist me in so many ways, and could you go with me to gather ferns and flowers to trim the schoolroom? Dan moved about uneasily. Then he sald slowly: “Please forgive me. I do dish to be your friend and I know the very best place to find all the wild flowers and. ferns you will need.” 'va well! I am so glad!” replied Mis ‘arney, extending her hand to Dan. “Now you may go,” she said kindly. After this, the villagers as well as the scholars wondered at Dan's good behavior, not knowing he had been conquered by kindness, and ever after mas his teacher's right hand man. first planted colonies under manyv se- vere trials. WALTER GAVIGEN, Age 13, ‘Willimantic. The Beautiful Maiden. Once upon a time thers was a beau- tiful meiden whose name was Coronis. Apollo was a god who loved her and made her his wife. They lived to- gethet very long and were happy. Coronis had a little boy named Escu- laplus. Everything was full of glad- ness in Apollo’s home. One day Apollo went on a journey, so that Coronis and her child were left alone. Apolio went to his home, which was on the Parnassus mountains. When he went he said: “I must hear from you every day. My white crow will fiy to and fro and tell me all about you, if you are well or unwell.” The crow was very wise. It could talk. The crow was a great tatler and sometimes said wrong things. It would begin an untruth and would fly away to make up some more; but the crow wes the only thing that could carry news to Apollo, because there was no postman. The crow brought happy reports for many days. The news was: “Coronis is well.” One day it brought sad news and came much earlier than on other days. It cried “Cor-Cor-Cor." It was out of breath. It could not sveak the whole name. Apollo said: “What is t! , matter? Has something happened tc Coronis? Tell me the truth!” “Coronis does not love you!" With his silver bow in his hands, he started at once for home. When he ot near the village he heard footsteps of someone running in the grove. He quickly fitted the arrow to its bow. He pulled the string: “Twang!” and the arrow flew like a flash of light through the air. He heard a wild cry of pain and he went in the grove. There he saw on the grass his dear Coronis. She had seen him and was running gladly to greet him. The arrow had entered her heart, and when Apollo came she could only say his name, and then she was dead. The crow was sitting on a tree near by. “Cor! Cor! Cor!" it began. It wanted to finish its story. Apollo grew angry and said: “Cursed bird! You shall never say a word but ‘Cor! Cor! Cor!" all your life. Your feathers will no longer be white, but black as the middle of the night!” And this is why the crows eay: “Cor! Cor! Cor!” and are black. IRENE VONASEK, Age 11 West Willington. The Common Butteroup. The buttercup sighed a little dis- couraged sizh as it _swayed limply in the breeze. It felt very sad, so sad, indeed ,that a big tear formed in the center of its yellow cup and sparkled like a diamond in the sunshine. The breeze paused sympathetically, and murmured in its softest, sweet- est tone: “Won't you tell an old friend, dear buttercup why you are so sad? Per- haps I can help you, for I am indeed sorry you are troubled.” The “buttercup smiled gratefully at the breeze, but the smile ended up In a sigh as it said: “Oh, its no use! Tm just a common, unlovely flower and nobody wants me. I never realized how common I am till this morning when a little girl passed with her arms filled with lilies and bleeding-hearts. She looked at me and said, ‘These buttercups just make me sick! A whole field full of ugly yellow flowers. They're so common!’ Perhaps she didn’t know that I under- stood, but I did, I did! And I'm so un- happ: The breeze understood and sympa- thized, for it rocked the buttercup in its arms, very gently, caressing the golden petals; and then it went its way meditating on the manners of human beings. Pretty soon the breeze saw a young girl seated on a stone by a brook list- ening thoughtfully to the music of the water as it rippled and gurgled over the sand stones. *“Just the person I want.,” thought the breeze, and going up to the girl it told her the story of the little but- tercup, whispering the words in her ear as'it fanned her with its own de- lightful coolness. “Poor 1little buttercup!” said the girl when the breeze had finished its little story. “Won’t you take me to it, dear breeze?” So thc breeze took the girl to the buttercup and then left her there feeling sure she would comfort the lonely little flower. The girl knelt beside the flower and, taking the yellow cup in her hands, shook out the big dewy tear. Then she said: “Do vou not know that you are beautiful, Your petals are like living gold—your color is as condensed sun- shine, You are the personification of Joy—this whole wonderful fleld of you nodding and smiling among the green grass and the daisies. People pass- ing along the road—people who are weary in body and in soul—see you and their hearts are gladdened for you remind them of God, vou make them think that they were young once. She who called you ugly and common had a soul too small to know true Dbeauty. So brace up, dear buttercup! Be glad ,and those who see you will be glad ,too!" And the buttercup felt a throb of joy it lifted it's head happily and smiled up at the sun. CARRIE A. PRATT, Age 16. ret Center. Pom One Good Turn Deserves Anothe It was a very sunny day and pass- ing along the shore we could hear the merry laughter of children busy with their mud pies and digging wells. But here we stopped and listened. Was tHat a scream of some one? We hurried to the shore, and there a wo- man was in the deepest spot of the river screaming for help. A little girl, who was standing by, and saw the peril in which the woman was, lost not a moment, leaped into the river, and brought the unconsclous woman to shcre. She was soon re- lieved by the help of other people. Two months passed and the Ift- tls girl was eleven vears old. = Many people came and brought her presents, but the little one was sad, though she did not tell what she wished. Soon the door opened and in walk- ed tho women she had saved:; and whom she wished to see. She ran to the door and embraced her with kind words, and once more there was a happy gleam in her eyes, But among her presents was six beautiful silver bells, which were presented to her from the woman who she saved, and this was her motto: “One good turn deserves another. MOLLY PALEY, Age 13. Colchester. Grace Darling. Long ago there stood on the shores of the Faroe Islands a little light house. A little girl and her father lived in it. One night Grace Darling heard a noise and at daylight, Grace saw in a dis- tance a ship in distress. Grace said that they mush go and try to save the wrecked people. Her father said it was of no use because the waves were too strong. Grace insisted and her father could not say no, so they started, and Grace thought she should never reach the place where the hald-drowned men place where the half-drowned men Grace's fatber climbed on the deck and got all the men into his boat. It was not long before they were all safe in_the lignthouse. Grace cared for them until they were well enough to return to their own homes. Whan Grace died a little monument was put on her grave. On it was carved her picture and in her left hand was an oar. MYRTLE DUPREY, Age 12. Colchester. The Old Horse’s Christmas. The hour for school closing had arrived and the children were all list- ening eagerly to what Miss Martin had to say about Christmas. “Children,” sald the teacher, “we have a large Christmas fund this year and I am sure we could have a tree and do more good besides. I have suggested that we give our friends, the horse, cat and dog, a Christmas t Sl fhe children all approved of the lant PiHow many children” went on the teacher, “think of their pets at Christmas time?” More than a dozen hands went up. Mary Prentiss was the first to be called. “Well, Mary,” said Miss Mar- tin, “Let us hear you.” Mary began, “I always have some- thing on the tree for my cat. ‘Flos- sy.’ Last year I had a new silk cushion 2 bag of catnip.” O bert Proniles | said: “Father let me give my horse an extra feed of oats.” “Well,” said the teacher, “I think You have beén very good children.” We will now talk about a poor horse which we are goffig to help. “How many of you have ever seen a junk- man driving an old, broken-down, lame horse.” Almost every child raised their hand, for they had seen him. “Well, that is the horse we are o- ing to help. Mr. Prentiss (Mary'h father). is going to call the junkman in and try to sell him some iron he has in his celiar, then he will try to get the horse and we will give it a happy Christmas. The children were then dismissed and told to be at Mary’s house at 5 o'clock. All the children were at the big farm house at the appointed hour. The junkman was at the bottom of the hill and it was bitter cold. The horse was all bones and looked as if he could never climb the hill, and if he could have poken human lan- guage he would have said: I can- not climb this hill, it is too slippery, and besides, I'm only half shot, and when I reach the top only to sleep in a half broken shed and eat poor hay. But the junkman gave him a smart crack with the whip which made him start and when he got half way up the hill, which was as far as Mr. Prentiss’ house, Mr. Prentiss came out and sald, “I have some good iron in my cellar and besides there is a pretty good stove amongst it, While they were thus talking Mr. Prentiss said, "I will give you five dollars for your horse.” The old man looked sad, but said, “You may have it for ten. Mr. Prentiss said, “I wiil give you what you ask, but it is hardly worth it No sooner had the children heard these words than out they came. Robert searched high and low in the wagon for a blanket, for the horser but none was could he find. The children had the old horse out of his harness in an astonishing short time and into a large, warm stall. When all was quiet, Mr. Prentiss said: “I will lend you one of my horses to_get home with, and in the morning I will send you the iron, a bag of potatoes and 2 load of wood as a present for your wife.” Meanwhile the old horse in the stall looked from one side to the other and rubbed his large nose against the head of the nearest boy. ‘The children took turns in watching him eat. Could he be dreaming? No, it was all true. CECILIA STERRY, Age 12. Brooklyn, N. Y. How Mr. Child’s Furnished the Money. During the life of the late George W. Childs, the great Philadelphia pub- lisher and philanthropist, a young man once called upon him, to borrow money enough to start in business. “Do_you drink?’ said Mr. Childs. ‘A little,” replied the young man. “Quit it! Quit it for a year and then come to me.” At the end of the vear the young man presented himself and said he had not taken a drop of liquor during the vear. “Do you smoke?" “Sometimes.” “Quit it! Quit it for a vear and then come to me again.” At the end of the year the young man again called and told Mr, Childs he had given up smoking. Do you chew?” ccastonally.” “Quit it! Quit it then come to me azain The young man gave up chewing, also, but at the end of the vear he did ‘not return to Mr. Childs. When asked by a friend why he did not go to Mr. Childs again, he said: “Oh, if I go to see him now, I know what he will say. He will tell me that I have given up drinking and smoking and chewing; that I ought to have money enough to start in business for myself. And I have. ALIX DUGAS, Age 13. Versailles. for a vear and The Autobiography of a Kitten. I am a little gray and white kitten. I am only a month old. When I was very small I lived in a big barn in the hay. In the hay were two other kittens, who were black and white. One day some children found me and brought me and my mother down- stairs. My mother picked me up in her mouth and started upstairs. On the way up she dropped me and hurt one of my legs. The children picked me up and took me into the house, where my leg was bandaged up. It soon grew well and I could walk as well as ever. I like to play ball with the chil- dren. I hope when I grow old T will not be such a naughty cat. ALICE MAY AYER, Age 12. Norwich, = Inquisitive Sheep. One day a flock of sheep were left for a little while without anyone to look after them, and so, of course, they must get into some kind of mis- chief. An old_gentleman had come out ‘with his camp stool and book to have a nice quiet read in a sheltered cor- ner. He had hig lunch in his pocket —some sandwiches and buns. A little Jamb, who had been petted by the children, and knew what buns were like, and thought them very nice, smelled these in the old gentleman’s pocket, and told the old sheep; and then, of course, they all came to smell, and ses if they could get at the buns; and the poor gentleman had to run away. FRANK PARDY, Age 14. Nut Brittle. One day several of my _friends, Olive, Louise, Rose and Doris, came to visit me. Somehow we got talk- ing about candy. “ T saw a good recipe in yester- day's paper,” said Louise, “it is lucky I have it in my pocket. I clipped it out of the paper.’ “Let me see it’ sald Dorls. I think that will be good. can't we make it now " asked I. We all went to the kitchen affer putting large aprons on. “Please read the recipe’ said Rose. “Two cups granulated sugar and Norwich. ik B SRR s i half a cup of nut meats, we will use walnutg,” sald Loulse. “Let’s’ all help get the nuts ready, then do the other part” sald Alice. “ 1 will crack them and the others (Olive, Dorls, Loulse and Rose), will pick the meats out.” said L Soon these were done and we ate nearly as many as we put in the cup, but fortunately there were plenty of ow, Olive, get a dish to melt the sugar in, grease it first. Louise greased the rolling pin. I will melt the sugar,” said I & “If you have your things done you can watch me. Rose brought the nutmeats, Louise chopped them. See the sugar is beginning to melt, T will stir it until it is a golden brown, then put the nutmeats in Rose.” “Hurry! bring the greased pan and rolling pin, put the meats in. Rose, you may pour ths candy on the pan; and Louise roll it as thin as wafers. Now we will set it to cool for several minutes. Only first we will mark it off with a sharp knife and lay the knife on the mark and pound it gently with the rolling pin. “Lat's each take @ piece and go back to the dish to soak. We went back to the parlor each having a piece. Soon they all left and said they woull make it often, . It is very economical, too, because you put in it only the sugar and nut meats. ELIZABETH PARKER, Age 13. Mansfield Four Corners. Coffse. Coffee iz a berry. It grows on a tree, When it is left to nature the tree grows tall, but as a rule the tops of the tree is cut off to spread more branches. ‘The leaves are evergreen and the blossoms are white. Tn many plantations the berries are left to fall off on the ground. In Ara- bia they don't let the berries fall on the ground, but spread a cloth under the tree to catch them. _Then they spread them on mats to dry. When they are dry they will roll them with rollers and the seeds drop out. The best coffee comes from Arabla. Brazil sends out enough to supply nearly the whole world, Coffee is used as a drink. MYRTLE KING, Age 10. Norwich. LETTERS TO UNCLE JED. Hens, Chickens and Eggs. Dear Uncle Ted: As some of the Wide-Awakes are in the poultry club I will write what I know about hens, chickens and eggs and the care of them, When selecting ezgs to set one shouid kaow that white-shelled esgs are Leghorns ana Minorcas, brown- shelled eggs ore Plymouth Rocks, Wyandottes, Onpingtons and Rhode Island Reds. The best hens for their meat are Brahmas, Cochins and Langshans. Hens should have grain food, animal food and green food. They should be fed enough to keep them in good con- dition. but not overfed, and they should be induced to take plenty of exercise. In winter time they should have mashed feed once a day. Young chickens should be fed a lit- tle at a time and often. If they are given ground food alone, thers4s great danger of overfeeding. Good results are obtained by feeding cracked grains from the time the chickens are hatch- ed until they reach maturity. When chickens are five or six weeks old they may be fed on cracked corn or wheat and hulled oats. If chickens cannot get grain, some kind of green feed should be provided. Lettuce and cabbage are very good for this pur- pose. Some kind of meat should be pro- vided, such as green cut bone or meat scraps. Finely cracked grit should be kept in a box where the chickens may help themselves at all times. They should have water from the day they are born and it should be put in a small dish so the chickens won't get wet, parior, only T will put the HATTIE-PERKINS. Colchester. Lucy’s Playmate. Dear Uncle Jed: Lucy had a_ fine large dog. She called him Jip. Lucy was a small girl with yellow curls and blue eves. When Lucy went out to play Jip was always with her. Lucy's home was near the wild prairie. One day she went a long way from home. Jip was not with her. So Lucy’s mother sent Jip after her. He found her lving on the grass. He took hold of her dress and tried to pull her along; but Lucy was tired and would not move. Jip ran back to the house ed and barked. John, the hired man came out, and Jip ran a ways and zave a poyful bark. John followed and Jip took him to the place where Lucy lay. John picked her up and carried her home, with Jip barking joyfully by his side. Ever after Jip was always with Lucy. LENA SAYLES, Age 12. Moosup, The Little French Poodle. Dear Uncle Jed: I am going to tell you about a French poodle that lives near us. His name is Tango. He is all white except his ears. They are bfown. He is a puppy. He is not very old, so he can do only a few tricks. He can jump very high. He can jump through your arms. Lately he has learned to sit up and stand up. He is hard to catch. One night he gave me a good chase. I wanted to pet him and teach him new tricks. I thought I could get him by running after him and get him tired out; but he got me tired out first. So I coaxed him with a bone. At last I caught him, but then I had to get my supper, so I thought it would be wiser to teach him tricks when I had more time. FREDERICK C, KENDALL, Age 10. Norwich. and bark- The Cool, Inviting Grove. Uncle Jed: Up back of our house by the pond there is a grove. It is always nice and cool there in the sum- mer time, so my brother made some seats by the trees, a swing and a ham- mock from barrel staves. I like to go up there to sew or read on very warm days. It is about ten minutes’ walk from the house, Some- times while I am up thers my younger brothers fish. I don’t think there is much fun to sit on the bog rock fishing because I never catch any fish. I'd rather swing in the hammock and read. MARY A. BURRILL, Age 12. Stafford Springs. Rose’s Red Flag. Dear Uncle Jed: This is the first time I have written a letter to you. 1 am going to tell you about my work in school. I go to the Model school, mantic, grade IT A. My teacher salg whoever had per- fectsword study all the while week should have a red flag on their desk. So I had perfect word study ah the week, and I had a pretty red paper flas pinned on my desk; five visitors saw my flag. My teacher let me take it home, and I am very proud of it. ROSE EAGAN, Age 8. ‘Willimantic, Mary’s Bantams, Dear Uncle Jed: I have two Bantam hens and two roosters. The hens' names are Daisy and Pearl and the roosters are Uncas and Peter, A triend gave me some eggs last B Willi- June and I set them under Lady, my pet Plymouth Rock hen. When they hatched out everybody said Lady was so big she would kill them, but they all lived. One Sunday we were in the sitting room when we heard something hit against the window. I looked up and it was Pearl. I thought she wanted to come in, so I went to the door and Pearl came around to meet me. I Bicked her up and brought her in he acted as if she wanted to get down. I put her down and she began to look all around. At last she went into the sewing room and jumped up into mother's work basket. She kept moving around until she made a nice little nest out of the stockings. We knew she was going to lay an egs. My brother and I didn’t go into the room, but we kept peeking in at the door. At last she came out to me. I pick- ed her up and petted her. She had lald a nice little white egg. The next day was stormy and we didn’t go to school. 3 She flow up on the window and mother opened it and let her in She didn’t seem anxious to get down, and I held her quite a while. Affer a while I put her down and she went into the sewing room and laid an- other egg, The reason she came to the house ‘was because Daisy was setting and wouldn’t let her on the nest. Some people think hens haven't any brains, but I think they have, When I feed the chickens they fiy on my head and shoulders. It's fun to have them fly on me. One little Guinea flies on us a lot. We make pets of the turkeys and the ducks and the guineas. MARY LOUISE BRUSH, Age 12. Fitchville, The Mimeograph. Dear Uncle Jed: As we have a mine- ograph at our high school, I thought it would interest the Wide-Awakes if I wrote a description of it. The mimeograph is a machine which will produce a large number of exact coples by the stencil process. It will duplicate anything .written _with a typewriting machine or pen. The sten- cfl is produced by writing with a stylus on paper placed on a steel block. The surface of the block s covered with minute elevations, which plerce the paper as the stylus is pressed upon t, The best mimeographs are rotary, the essential feature being a perfo- rated cylinder revolved by a ecrank. Over the outside is a cloth pad to car- ry the ink, which is applied with a brush or by a special inking device, to_the Interior surface, In some instances the first inking is done to the outside of the pad be- fore the stencil is put on. The sten- cll is fastened outside the ink pad. The pile of paper to be used is placed on ths shelf provided and the margin adjusted. The cylinder is then adjust- ed to print the matter at just the right place on the sheet. The mineograph furnishes a very economical method of making coples of announcements, letters, etc., that are sent to all the agents or employes of a large house. It can be used for quotations, forms, music, drawings and anything written or drawn by hand, or cut on a typewriter. JESSIE BREHAUT. 3 Sea Birds. Dear Uncle Jed: I thought I would write about the birds of the sea. The sea birds that we know and love best are the gulls—beautiful creatures with great strong wings and soft grey and white plumages. No matter what part of the coast you visit you are almost sure to see sea gulls; indeed there are very few parts of the world in which members of the gull family are not found. All the gulls have webbed feet, like ducks’ feet, 50 they can swim and pad die in the water; they have big, strong wings to carry them safely great di tances over the sea, and powerfui hooked beaks with which they snap up the fishes, and crush the shells of many of the mollusks. The gulls that we often see on our coasts are the Blackhead gull and the Herring gull, while the pretty little Kittiwake and the lesser Black-backed gulls are fairly common. Gulls are the most terribly hungry |birds, and will eat almost anything. They often follow steamers for miles for the sake of the scraps of food that are thrown overboard. They follow the shoals of herring, pilchard and mackerel and gobble up fish in great quantities. They plunge into the pools after the little shore-fish, and hunt over the rocks for sea snails, peri- winkles and other shell-dwellers. They are most knowing and Intelli- gent birds and if a gull happens to 3 s ———— | CASTORIA For Infants and Children, Mothers Know That Genuine Castoria’ Thirty Years GASTORI THE CENTAUR COMPANY, NEW YORK GITY. BULLETIN'S PATTERN SERVICE 1313 A SIMPLE ONE-PIECE DRESS. GIrl's Onme-Plece Dress With Sleeve in Either of Two Lengthy. This comfortable little model will at once appeal to the home dressmaker, because of its simple lines and its ea development. The right front is shape over the left at the closing. The s eve find a fine fat mollusk, whose shell is too hard to ecrack. he will often fly high into the air with it and_drop it plump on a rock. Then, if the shell does not break, he will fiy up again and again with it, going higher and higher each time, until at last it is broken, and the clever gull can enjoy the nice plump morsel within . MAY MARGARET DA: Norwich. Muriel’s Pet Cat. Dear Uncle Jed: I'm going to tell you about our kitty. We found him in the ash barrel two years ago. He was a little kitten then. Now he is a big cat and weighs 12 1-2 pounds. ‘He is a tiger cat. We say he has a white shirt bosom. because his fur is white under his throat. He is quite to the manor born. All he will eat is salmon, potatoes, beefsteak and milk. He has never stayed out at night since we had him, but always sleeps ‘on his bed on the top cellar stair. If he wants to go outdoors he will try to turn the door knob with his paws. If we go in a room where he is and say, “Are vou here, Pepper?” he will say: “Purr! Purr!” If he is upstairs and we call him he will talk in his cat way all the way down the stairs. Sometimes he will walk over the piano keys ever so many times and seems to enjoy the sound. We often find him asleep on top of the piano. He will jump ever so high over your hands and sometimes he romps through the house, upstairs and down- stairs several times. You ought to see the rugs when he gets through. The house looks as if there had been a_hurricane. He likes to play with the water when it drops from the faucet at the sink. Don't you think he is a funny cat? MURIEL W. HOLDRIDGE, Age 8. Norwich. Two Sisters. Dear Uncle Jed: I'm going to tell you about two sisters. They lived in a large forest in a lit- tle shgbby house. One girl was eight and she had to tend to her younger sister. - Her mother was taken Into slavery in the war. Her father was fighting hard to get her back. The girl of eight had to knit for a living. She was very tired that day. She worked hard. She took her knit- ting and rocked the baby to sleep. She wasn’t knitting long when she also fell asleep, Naughty kitten, seeing her chance, made a jump at the yarn. She twisted it around the chairs, the bed, the cradle and around the girl's feet. 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