Norwich Bulletin Newspaper, September 30, 1915, Page 9

'L think sn awiul lot of sister's beau, i ‘bave since just about three weeks & that time we did not quite agree; & woud ¢ rides—just { that whic I knew was 1 climbed into. the back and huddled - - tight, - > A 3 P13 a lfirdn clear, bright, moonlight reacied the place they'd e 1 heard them laugh- Bue her bealr and that other young The n;‘x‘th{ krfgiv I saw a sharp, bright “And felt that I should die of shame “That .nmm:u&‘m safe in its garage Sue's f‘u".“‘ und me while covering it I Sras’ just Nfteen miles from my.own He took me home; not very much was He h:‘*i: Iadder while I reached my room. §'a“ think he told it later, I presume? '0; That's b;hy I think so much of sister's 5. * a —>Minnte ©.'D; Smith. UNCLE JED'S TALK TO WIDE- _AWAKES. Tt 18 ‘e godd plan to learn something new every day,.but to make the habit A_m siry we nre the only ones that|Springs with what we have. supplied it Memory 18 our reward for attention, and it is said what one learns with pléasure can never be forgotten. - ‘M. Brehaut “The Boy Scouts on Bel- 8-—Rose Eagan of Wiilimantic, Miss Pat in the Old Worla. No one can -tell why so many re- |Dess good memories bring peace and Memory helps wide-awake children pleasure. to remember letters, and words, and | how they are speiled, and the rules of language. It prepares. way for scholarship and for prizes in all the ways of life. . s “I forgot it” is a confession of lack of attention and ability. Young people ought”to. be ashamed to forget -any- thing. LETTERS OF ACKNOWLEDGEMENT | Hattle Perkins of g:lgmr\h s Mwm you ever so muc . the lovely book yuu awarded me entitled The Meadow Brook Girls' Afloat. I have read it and think it very interésting. Bertha Fuller of Eagleville: ceived the prize book and thank you very much for it. I have read it most through and found it very interesting. Mary A. Burrill of Stafford Springs: Thank you ever so.much for the nice prize book you sent me. I think it is very interesting. - Everett M. Burrill .of Stafford : I thank you very much for the little Stampkraft book you sent me. I was glad to get it. The name of it was Cinderella, George Bienenstook of New York: I thank you very much for the prize hook entitled Fred Fenton, the Pitcher. . I have begun to read it and I find it very interesting. Alicé G, Kinney, of Séuth Coventry ~1I received the 'pfiyg _book, ‘;lojor characters with each responsé, and they -80 many and so varfons ed |forms and appearances that the wiiole 1d seemed so much that I grew face and thought have no manners,” e, said the otfer. 7 y?" they both shouted, smd*‘one catehing hold of my right band, the other. my left, they swung around in such a swift and giddy |- .that the. flowers and the grass and the clouds all got i At coils of red and te blue ropes, whirl- ing ‘in endless circles. I “Why- do-#e laugh?” they shouted, thd immediately went into such an up- ‘oarious fit T was id something night happen. - It' did not seéem right ‘0 laugh so much, almost. ifraid I might get over my-indignation ind begin to laugh also, and I was juite certain that if I did I should need + doctor., STy e ‘hasn’l séen. us ery,” said one. or laugh on the other side of our nouths,” said the other. '::):ya-cr,-sb-dlyumhugh?" T “Of, course we do,” they replied. "nt‘due on’t then.’ “Oh, we won’t; we were crving just ¢ little while ago. Generally one of 1s laughs while_the other cries, but hat never occurs except with stran- fers; - Bidn’t you féel miserable when ‘ou, were. the Far Hills?" “Yes,” 1 said, ‘dreadfully.” “Well, we were ¢rying. then, and so ve had to laugh when you came here, n’t -see ‘Number -one.” * ‘were dancing with Num- npw. We are Two and . You Number Four. Can't ‘ou see One een us?” J:gu,lwud. “I ecan only see the “Afd yod can't see that, you stupid. jut_if you will try and tell re can show you lots of things, and erhaps you can learn to see Number me.” Y ‘of you is Two and which is Anquired. to pass before mie in a And so they 'continued until they seemed to have named and represent- ed all the things and all the ideas I had ever-neard of, and far more that I had not, ail of them arranged In couples and all of thém apparently in. terchangentle. At last they stapped with a repetition of the names they an with. | Ing. nearer every minute. msequence.” “And 1 am Mastéer Consequence.” “And I am Mister Cause.” “I am_ the Daddy.” “And I am the Sonnyman.” “And I am the Sonnyman.” “And I am the Daddy.” . “Have you quite finished?” I asked they ceased.. " - “Oh dear, no.” We are the Twins of May. We go on forever,” cried one. “If we didn’t we would be suspended. You remember we told you that wa did it an?’ “Yes,” 1 admitted, “but I wasn't sure i you were not P We=never joke, he said. “Not when you laugh as you did?" “That was a most serious matter,” , it was” I conceded. “You are a queer couple. Stifl, if you can tell me something about the Enchant- ed Land I shall be very much obliged.” “Don’t mention - it,” satd one, “for there is nothing to tell. ‘You must just s’g with us and see it all. We can show you everything. That is what Number One keeps us for."” "A.n:d does Number One go with us?* told you he was between us. 'If Number One wasn't here we couldn't be together. Number One takes our yours,” you see. Would you like another dance? “Not just yet,” I said, though I felt that I would like to see everything change iinto coils of colored rope again, “Sometimes ‘people can see Number One in the dance,” remarked one cf them; I never was quite sure which of them spoke. “Is that the only way One?” “No, there is another way.” “What is 1t?" I_u-%u;lua. for I was strangely curfous, and longed to look &thu face of this Invisible and Silent e. “You must become a Number One “But is that possible?” “For some it is," “For all it will “And how ‘to see Number answered one. be,” said the other. can it beé so?" STORIES WRITTEN BY WIDE- AWAKES, The Tidal Wave. CHAPTER 1, -In a small fishing town on the coast of Holland lived a poor widow and six ::fim:. The oldest, a girl, usually stories :: the younger children nearer the fire and be-] n: N Once upon a ‘whose name was Peter. He hada dear friend, an o man, who lived in a little house across the dyke, and one day Peter heard that his friend was very ili. He started off with some things for friend, promising his mother to be home early. It was quite dark when Peter left his friend's house. > , “Mother will be worried if I do not ‘hurry,” he sald to himself. “Trick-le, trickle, trickle, trick-le!” » Peter stopped short. . “Trick-le, trick-le! “Hark! What Is that noise? leak? A leak in the dyke?" Peter scrambigd down the side of the dyke. He knew that the smallest hole would grow larger in no time and that if it should get any bigger there would be a fiood. There was no time to x.ondlr. He alone must hold the water ok, Peter called, but no one answered. He thrust his arm into the hole. The water was cold, but he did not draw back. How long he lay there no one knew, or ever will. Finally he fel asleep. He dreamed he saw his mother and brothers and sisters. As he slept two workmen passed by and determined to wake him. 55 are you doing here, boy?" asked one of the men. “I'm holding the water back,” replied ter. Then the men carried Peter into the city amid cheers, and he lived happily ever after. = “Now all you chickens, big and lit- tle, trot to bed as quick as yvou can, and a god night to you all,” sald the sister, kissing each one. “O. how I wish I were as brave as Peter!” said Jan, as he cuddled down into his soft, warm bed of straw. CHAPTER II. . _The night was dark. Jan kept think- Ing of Peter and the dyke. He eould not sleep. Somehow the wind seemed to say: “Come out, @ come!” Jan crept out of bed and put on his clothes. He seemed guided by some unseen m'kar which sald: “The dykes! The dvke: Jan obeyed, unlocked the door, and Tan to the dykes. “Look far out, far out to eea,” the voice sald. Jan looked and saw a dark line, com- It was the Isita tidal wave! “The tidal wave!" said the voice, Jan ran with all his might through the town, shouting: “The tidal wave is 'u“pon us! Make haste to the moun- 1 ‘The people rushed to the mountain like. sheep. When they had reached the summit they turned toward their homes. There was a roar and the dwellings, once happy homes, were but rubbish floating upon the mighty deep. Then_ the people turned amd fell on their knees before the boy who had saved them from a watery grave. GLADYS ESTHER HOLT. Norwich. The School Faii The school fair was Friday, the 17th of September, from 2.30 until 4 o’clock. Friday morning I got my things ready. It took ten ears of sweet corn five James' Intermediate carrots, five Stone tomatoes and a log cabin which T made out of a board, some wire, nails and cornstalks, My ‘sister took jelly, towels, hand- kerchiefs, canned fruit, cultivated and wild flowers, popcorn and aprons. I took all the things up in my broth- er's express wagon. Some of the other children took potatoes, cake, candy, canneq fruit, birch bark canoes, a table, ten ears of corn and flowers. ‘We had school in the morning and at recess the things were put in place. We played games from 2 until 4 o'clock. At half past 83 my brother came up with the express wagon. fain e # came to ;:; school r. Mr. Brundage and a lady came about 1 o'clock. At 4 o'clock I put the things in the e N AEON PARKER & Al Age 12, Mansfield. ¢ - — A Pionie: in the Summer Time. O . t o TR T as as We ot _out of e time there was a lttle | ” ‘and car- and leave big holes work very hard. They do not carry milk or water the way we .do. -Phey have a board across their shoulders and the buckets hang down, and are very heavy. She helps with the haying. They do not hay the way we do. i They dry their hey on frames that|li® look. Hke fences with vines growing on.them. They do not come home to ‘da“-f. but they take a lunch with em. is time to go home way |, back to the mountains, it is a very long ways. Little Kristina takes her bowl of new milk and climbs up to bed, but th® sun still shines. The next day the hay is dry and only Kristi father works today. He carries the hay to the barn: but still little Kristina is very busy .for there is washing to be don She washes the clothes in the little brook and scrubs them on a stone. Then when Christmas approaches, little Kristina can hardly wait. Bversy body is busy get ready for Christ- mas. Mother is et presents. Then Gomes the, day before Christ- mas and such an- exciting day. Then comes Christmas, before the sunrise at breakfast, and then comes dinner. Fathr draws back the certain and what a beautiful Christmag tree all lit up. it a lovely day! They all had such lovely presents and, “Oh! Christ- mas goes so quickly,” rald Kristina. ‘Then mother sald “All to bed, for the happlest day of the vear for us is over.” THELMA BOYNTON, Age 14. 2 Franklis — Louisa M. Alcott, Louisa Alcott was a wild little girl When she was very younz she would run awav from home. She liked to play with bigger children. The Alcott family were very poor. Louisa made up her mind to do some- thing to make money when she grew older. She did not like being so very poor. One day she was sitting on a cart- wheel thinking. She was thinking how poof her father was. There Was a crow up In the air over her head. The crow was cawing. There was nobody to tell her thoughts to but the crow. She shook her fist at the big bird and said: do something by and by, 't care what. I'll teach, sew, act, write, do '""m'}f t ohelp the fami- ly. And Tll be rich and famous be- for 1 die. See if I don't.” The crow did not make any answer; but Touisa kept thinking about the work she was going to do. children got work to do that made money. Louisa was left at home to do housework. u!:mhn grew to be a woman at last. war. She wrote books. When she wrote the book called “Little to make the family comfo: Yantie. le. HELEN- WISNESKIE. The Hurdie Race. Eddv and John had some rabbits for pets. were so kind to the rabbits that they became tame. and learned some funny tricks. By and by Eddie and John asked their friends to come and boys had made, leading from the rab- :l.l’:utcl! quite & sweep around, and C! Across the ditch, at ufi:n race, you see. Round the course they went and u’M into their house again. e an i‘i& ; §it went to nurse soldiers in the |t wrapa iteelf about a tree kills 1 likewise do seemingly - trifiing habits of evil grew until they destroy us body lné soul ur newspapers chronicie no major ed up, root and ones. would have to crimes if we pull- branch, the small LILLIAN M. BREHAUT. East Norwich, N. Y. Leaving Home. Violette Clifford is leaving home for every body is wup [ house was not utterly desolate. But the light in Violette’s fair blue eyes ity Violette was to spend three months with her aunt on the Scottish moor, and though her young heart was al- breaking at the thought of leav- her father so long alone. She tried e would affectionate Violette. EDITH C. BUSHNELL, Age 14. Norwich, _ Dressing Up. Mother was out and LIl were left alone. They did not know ‘what to. do until Frank said: “You know that big box up in the attic? Well, let us go up and see what is in it” They went up and opened the box and Idllle pulled out a dress, but a funny dress! She put it on and found it was much too long for her, but she kept it on. Next she pulled out a long veil and put that om, 00. When Frank looked in he found an fashioned and Frank both thought of going to Uncle Tom's house. They went out into the street, llht‘(lnlat;lelr clothes so they wouldn't 1. Bast Norwich, z The Peanut. . The popular nut in the United States i i i X i g : i i fi| i il ; l jaill i 7 b i i i i i i ! i 5y f b ; g i i ! | I : i i Ly H i i i i £ [ | i i [T i i ; Iy ! E | ; ki i i i i B, i f § i {5 i 43 jiz; i g § i § i i i gy 3 : § ] L 5 H it tH g3 =¥, £ o i H a f L1 3‘3 3 £ E2 =R § 2 T i 3 i 1 E i i $ i I i 2 E H =2 3 -h § i back on those few months as the dark- est of her life. HOPEFUL. My Visit to Providence. I arrived at ‘Providence Tuesday (Augast 31), at five minutes to twelve. my friend and her lit- tle girl met me. We went down street and did some shopping then took the car to Wildwood avenue, where my friends lived. ‘Wednesday about half past eleven we took our dinner and went to the t Willlams park. There we ite our dinner, took some pi then went to the boathor motor boat and went for a little ride around the lake. When we came back from our ride we wexnt on the merry- go-round, then we came home. Thursday my friend and myself went down street to the moving pictures; then we did some shopping and went afterncon we went to _the rooms, representatl: and the state library. Then we went e Friday night I was invited to dinner to spend the evening. I went i L ilh Hif g & i { it .ga il 1 T ) g i | '% ! 29 e E ! ! ] g «3 i i § E ] H kol | | i fir 1 ( B [ ;f‘ i j i ) i | ! £ | :EE § i H i § g ; i : k i £ f ’ g : : gl I : = rower “What's the matter, Pat ™ “Sure an’ I'm looking fer me well to- mit & Dlllmo' wather out!™ was O'Brien’s . LEO POLIQUIN, Age 11 Vi LETTERS TO UNCLE JED it T Fedlit L i Dear Uncle Jod: 1 am going to_ask you why Norwich is called the England. o i : i