Norwich Bulletin Newspaper, July 22, 1915, Page 9

> Original, stories 'or letters 't € and,ad- areas “piainiy st the IBotiom of}ihe - Address.alkcommunications-to Tncle iJed, Bulletim: Office. POETRY. The Goldfish, ‘We are dainty little goldfish, Flashing in the sun, Derting, diving, glancing, s playing- Lily leaves among; - Some have hues of Yosy ‘When skies are dlue and fair adbove, ‘The day one long, bright When lily-buds ope’ ssweet arour Down 'monest shadows cool We glance and dart like arrowsired, - Playing hide and seekiin. thefpool. When purning sun’s rays' beatiupon us, S 'Neath sheltering leaves we hide, Resting easily, dozing, down ;in the 1 d cool de] 1 T} cometh the eventide. Y | Our lly-pond lles in a garden; So sweet are the flowers there, So ylelding the soft, green carpet And_vine-festooned boughs - arch " in air, That often the passerby lingers To gaze on the beauteous scens, Or yest by the pond, with Ililles gemmed O'er An@ wee, ‘flame-red goldfish® within., So_for us, life’'s a merry playday; We have:nefther care nor fear, = For loving ones tend and guard-us, Abat danger comes not near. We canmot do deeds great and:noble, But only ‘like birds, flow'r:or'rill, Some spot in God's universe And we gladly our mission. fulfill. —~Susie Clark in Wee¥Wisdom. UNCLE- JED'S TALK. TO® WIDE- AWAKES. ; Uncle Jed is quite . confused . by some things which have:happened: in, the past three months, and he is sus- picious that there is something ir-/ regular going on in thissdepartment. ‘There have been quite'a . number of |, books upcalled: for and" books which have been mailed to the. address given have been returned. Uncle Jed cannot tell whether_th they do not read the paper:carefully names ang after’winning books : do. NGt dare Venture to claim them. There is something the matter and it must in some way be,overcome. We want honest work and want winners ‘of books to claim them and- getjthem ‘after they have been won. ( . In future no child who does not care! to, have his own name’used-should write for the department. We shall mot print any story which ‘we know to have = fictitious:name at-,| tached. books which fafl to reach those to whom they have been awarded, and, Uncle Jed wants them to have The stories should be written on oney side of the paper only and the post- office address of the writer should be made, plain. The writers living on.'3, free rural delivery route should be careful to add the R, F. D, to their address with the correct number.yln, some respects the R. F. D. may® made a pivot of many blunders. ‘will see that they get a book in mc- The letters coming to us written on: both sides of the paper, or having in- _ Oh, we'll all go to the plonic, * ‘The picnic, the picnic. Oh, we'll all go 1o the picnic, The pichic in the woods. Winners of prise booksumay call at viTne ‘business ‘them | at any hour sfter 10 a. m.fThursday. ‘White : I wish to thank wou much for the prize book found it very fnteresting. STORIES WRITTEN BY WIDE.| AWAKES. fHow the Whale Looked Pleasant. On the upper deck of the steamer Al- former holdin, foto . which he earnestly. “Will_he look Annis of Fred. “I hope_se,” he replied. looked pleasant? asked Ei?iis- 3 g i the side of a hill house. there was a rallroad track, and Andy often watched the black engine as it came pufiing past, beiching out great clouds of steam and smoke. One day as Andy wee thing wrong about it. Just wimming below the | stood straight in urface, its huge black body was sixty or_sevemty feet in length. Suddenly it rose, showing the por- tion around the blow-holes, and with a loud puff the hot breath burst into the air, an@ In a-little cloud drifted away. “Didn't he look pleasant?” asked Annis, earnestly. “Not quite pleasant enough,” Fred, as he peered dow, of the camera sald into the tiny win- that reflected the 'sea’in brilliagt tints. “I could catch but I want to wait until his_entire head out of the wmter and looks real pleasant befors Titouch the button.” “It's a tame whale isn't 1t said is, @s the whale came nearer. “He: certainly does not seem timid,” replied ¥red, and as he spoke, puff! came the spouting like the escape of steam. the. spout, he ‘ throws could be seen in the littie window was the dancing waves. Then without warning, the creature 25 suddenly rose agaln, showing a large area of its back, sending at the same time a cloud of misty vapor in- to the air as its dorsal fin appeared. Fred saw it in the little window, and thinking that the whale looked as pleasanttas he could, touched the but- ton and took the photograph of a liv- ing whale. 2 . Age M. EVA ALPERIN, . Mansfield Four Corners. ‘The Sunflower. Do any of the Wide-Awakes know how we came to have the sunflower? Under the water at the bottom of the sea lived a little water nymph whose name was Every!day she went to ride in her beautiful.boat, made of an eggshell. But one day the wind blew very and while Clyte was asleep the little boat was driven upon the shore. ‘When she awoke it was quite late. frightened, for sh never heard of trees and flowers, and she wondered what they were. Just as she turned to go home she looked up and saw the sun riding down behind the clouds in his golden chariot. She then knew what made it 80 light. rery day she came to see the sun and wished she was like him: but one night as she turned to go home she could mot move. Her beautiful green dress had turned into a long green stem, her golden hair had turned into ‘beautitul had turned to like the sun, and she very glad, for now she could see ered branches and bullt a fire near the pond and Aunt Annie prepared the chowder for dinner and arranged the table on the flat rocks under the shade of the trees, track. near the bad i stretched his little arms as far as he could. On came the train. engineer saw the boy on the track and ‘whistled for him to get out of the way; Andy mever moved Then the engineer had to stop the train, saying something in his anger to the boy for not getting out of the way; but when Andy pointed to the "!& 0 i ' flfh 0} 7 §af FEEE EEF BIEETILE iigfig P H track and the man saw how the brave | turee little fellow had not only saved his life but the lives of all his passengers, scoldings changed to blessings very quickly. If the cars had rushed over the bad track, they would have been hurled down the steep bank into the river. Ladles Kissed Andy’s rough cheeks and cried over him, and the men looked at their wives and children and said: “God bless the boy!” Then they took out their purses and made up a large sum of money for him. The passen- gers wrote._ down his name—Andy Moore—and the place he lived in. The grateful passengers sent him to school and in after years to college and helped to make a place for him in the world. DONA DUGAS, Age 1L ‘Versailles. Robert’s Garden. Robert did have a wonderful garden. His poppies were taller and better formed than Mrs. Jones’, his mignon- ette and sweet alyssum were fragrant than his sister’s, and his flow- ers in general were all better than the lady’s next door, who eent away for her seed to New York. ‘When peopls would see his garden they would ask: ““Where did you get your seed?™ And Robert would answer: “That is a secret.” 1 know you are anxious to hear that secret, so 1 will tell you. Robert saved the seed himself. When the flowers had besun to die Robert would tie little paper bags aver the flower that was drooping upside down, The paper would atiract the sun and the little seed pods would dry quickly. ‘When the pods were dried they would burst onen and the tiny seeds would fall in the hag; then he would turn the bag up and take it from the plant or flower. He would fill little envelopes which he made of paper with the seed, then wrote the name of the flower on 'the front of the.envelope and would seal it with paste. In this way he saved seed of sweet alyssum, nasturtiums, poppies, mignonette, pinks and coreopsis and of lettuce and other vegotables. He had plenty of flowers and vege- tables to give away besides those which he left to go to seed. Ho soves on_his sarden: Why Gesft you WALTFR GAVIGAN, Age 13. ‘Willimantic. The Little Fisherman. One bright morning last week father drove me to the farm to pay grandma. 2 visit. We arrived there at 12 o'clock, eo you see we were just in time for din- ner. About 4 o'clock father left for home, leaving me to enjoy myself for a couple of days on Sunnybrook farm. Next to -~andma lived Mr. end Mrs, Brooks, who bad two sons, one a. sailor and the other a happy little lad of 8, for the brook One day as I was in the parlor the little verse came into my mind and I named it MY LITTLE FISHERMAN, Iam a little fisher boy, My home Is on the a drama was an act ef worship, ge erally connected with some religious festival. .}t was also used for the performance of the choric dances and songs appertaining to the worship of Dionysos. Later the theatres obtained public importance, and bécame a place of artistle culture for beys and girls, also a place of public enjoyment. At the same time they offered a convenient point for the communica- tions made to the peopie on the part of the government. Regular public meetings were held in the theatres, The oldest theatres consisted. of two chief divisions, the stage for and the. place for the people. In the center stood the altar of the gods to be celebrated. Round the or- chestra were the seats of the specta- tors, in the form of a semi-circle, or a large division mestly on the siope-of a ALICE BURRILL. Stafford Springs. A Surprise Party. Last , as it was my friend Catherines’ birthday, my mother thought it would be nice surprise party for her. rangements. with my other school chums and each one was to brin— can- g:'_i or anything they might wish to ng. the | th ‘We all met at Church carner, for all ‘were very happy, dressed up in their Sunday best. At last we reached the house. and her mother told us te step in softly. As ing on the g.mnfln‘fl-lflo‘ the very of death, LETTERS TQ UNGCLE JED. The Good Qid Summer Time. Dear Uncly Jed: country, as the city one thing; ST the cone that the city 2o tha best of It sither. “The busbandman,” says the scrip- tures, e first partaker of the. “must. fruits,” plainly meaning that it there is country the| But Janet and Robert, at least, were old enough (12 and 14 respectively) to help in. thinning: the apples on the old trees, in raking hay and picking the peas. All the children, too, looked forward eagerly to the Fourth of July. The main features of our celebration” were eminently safe and sane. Margaret put up a big dinner and we all drove to Cedar river, away up in the hills. We took along our tackle and caught two trout and we gathered some wild strawberries, not yet all gone up here in the cool hills, and we had the grand- est picnie dinner In the woods that anybody ever had. We came home before sundown and after the chores were done Mr. and Mrs. Handy and their children came over and we set off some Roman camdles and rockets from the down by the brook,where o had the forest and the hill for a background. They made a very pretty sight and it_was perfectly safe down ere. Then we went back to the house and Mr. Handy took out of the back of his buggy a freezer full of ice cream. that Mrs. Handv had made for the eecasion, and twe big. rich cakes to go with it. The children dida't refuse any of z nor the grown-ups, neither: and so we concluded the holidy very appropriate- ntertainment 1y _erowded into 24 hours. Does it all seem very simpie and bucolic? Perhaps it does, but I ¢l lenge anyone to mention any echeme of life, iiberty amd happiness (Inde- pendence day ideels) that is better or Wholesamer. I will answer to any ome of the ‘Wide-Awake circle if they will write to me. BLANCHE GAUTHIER, Age 13. Breoklyn. Camp Fire Girle, Dear Uncle Jed I tho: ‘was playi piano her mother calied her out to see | iy ‘what a lovely present she had for her birthday. When she came out how surprised she was! ot as the leader, I presented her a gold locket, with whihh she was very well 4 ‘We’all gave her a nice time, playing all sorts of games. it was getting l‘:;&lu.ldn'-flmernfllm e, The little girl thamked us for the niee time we gave her, and we all skipped away very happily. MILDRED E. WHITE, Age 13. Stafford Springs. A Glad Goat. A few days azn as T was crossing a railroad track, a little stepped in front of me. With a cry she. ed to ask me to stop. l_-u-a-:‘"on. kept bruskhing me untit decided to out e goat had wandered ture. In crossing the raliroad she had caught her chain on a rall and eould not get away. T stooped down en pressed i ET!E ] Bs B8 P i ¢ { ; E i | ; : E i i B :il i!ii | ! : ? ¥ % ! g i £ i i | ;l ] $ § i i 1 E ; g b LR | i oris tait ol L Eag f L] ALICE GORDON PALMER, Age 10. Norwich. Horses and Their Habits. Dear Uncle Jed: I am going to tell you about horses and their babits. Some horses have the hadit of kicking and other horses have the babit of snapping and biting. NOUr horses’ mames aze Bessio and Nellle. Nellle is gentle in her stall, only sometimes when she is eating grain she will snap at me, but she never bites. lie is afrald of fireworks and cars: but she isp* afraid of anything else. Bessie is gentle, only she is afraid of cars. Our horses are ten years old this summer. Nellie is a bay horse. I drive her lots of times. My father has to get in hay, so the bave to work hard: ‘We usually take Nellie to rake. RUTH DAVIS, Age 9. South Canterbury. My Visit to Norwich. Dear Uncle Jed: My home is in Bridgeport. Every summer I go to Norwich to visit my aunt While I am visiting her T am a great help to her. I wash the dishes after every meal and do a great many other things. My sister comes, too. This summer we had a quarrel about who was to come. first. Finally my aunt decided I was the oldest and should come first. 1 always have a fine time. 4 We go @ the moving pictures two or three times a week Often we go to the beach. Some of the beaches we 0 to are Wateh Hill and Ocean Beach, 1 can swim and float and am learn- to dive, ‘e often go. for a trolley ride on a warm day. MARY SULLIVAN, Age 10. Norsich, SENDING MONEY INTQ TURKEY. the money the world. Within months, gl: American board i 5 il j % g H Ziz ie ip ge2 st | ik hwtoll(ol]!hwu but he eagerly offe: cigareties — A. There is i i cheap. A few but, on the other band, £500 / would be asked for a forgeous crimeon’ for the, the most " 5 PR s i | : | ‘While he goes out to sea. My mother thinks 'l be a doctor, Daddy thinks a tailor; H h 5 i ! £ i 1»&!%!!1! i H