Norwich Bulletin Newspaper, December 23, 1915, Page 9

AORWICH BULLETIN, fHURS DECEMB! y 23, 1915 Rules for Young Writers. 1. Write plainly on one side of the paper_only, ‘and number the pages. 2. Use pen and ink, not pencil. 3. Short and pointed articles will be given preference. 250 words. will be used, 6. Write your name, age and ad- dress plainly at the bottom of the story. Address all communications to Uncle Jed, Bulletin Office. “Whatever ycu are—Be that! Whatever you say—Be truel Straightforwardly act, Be honest—in fact, Ee nobody else but you.” POETRY. God bless the master of this house, The mistress also; And all the little children That round the table go; And all your kin and kinsmen That dwell both far and near! 1 wish you a Merry Christmas And a Happy New Year. —~From an Old Carol The Lost Doll. I once had a sweet little doll, dears, ‘The prettiest doll in the world; Her cheeks were so red and white, dears, And her hair was curled. But I lost my poor little doll, dears, As I pI d on the heath one day And I cried for her more than a week, dears, But I never could find where she lay. is terribly changed, dears, For her paint is all washed away. Ana her arms trodden off by the co dears, And her hair not the least bit curled; Yet for old sake's sake, she is still, dears, The prettiest doll in the world. —Charles Kingsley. UNCLE JED'S TALK TO WIDE- AWAKES. Uncle Jed wi all of the Wide- Awakes a Merry Chri is Christmas week, ever letter fortunate enough in print will be given a book. This is not a week of competition, but a week of good will, and Uncle Jed hes the good fortune extended to many more. The Wide-Awakes deserve more than they receive, but there has £ to be a limit to every good work. The book is nothing compared to the training, the careful writing and ac- curate well assembling of thoughts or ideas. This is character building and some- thing money cannot buy. All individ- ual accomplishments are the result of study and practice and the children of rich parents must w s hard te ac- quire skill in any kin@ of pleasure or employment as the children of poor parents Acquiring skill in small things is the road to the mastery of greater thing: and masterful achievements are made easy by the complete mastery of the little details in life. Tt is pleasant to win a book, but it is more valuable to become a ready and ughtful writer. The Wide-Awakes do well, and Uncle Jed hopes not one of them will be dis- appointed on Christmas day CALL FOR CHRISTMAS BOOKS. The following wrl city should cail at Bulletin busi- ness office on Franklin street for their books at any hour after 10 a. m. Thurs- s living in the Anna Retvoska. Margaret Heenan. Esther Shershevsky. Rose Driscoll. Frances Ryshpan. LETTERS OF ACKNOWLEDGMENT. Florence Gallup of Moosup: I thank you for the prize book you sent me. THE WIDE AWAKE CIRCLE BOYS AKD GIRLS DEPARTMENT Do not use over Original stories or letters only so charmingly As this criter of a to have a letter spelling of the words and the I have read it and like it very much. Grace Mahoney of Colchester: 1 thank you very much for the prize book you sent me, and enjoy reading it very much. Mary A. Burrill of Stafford Springs: Thank you very, very much for the nice prize book you sent me. I have commenced to read it and like it. STORIES WRITTEN BY WIDE- AWAKES. The Christ Flower. Do any of the Wide-Awakes know why we have the chrysanthemums? If you do not, I will tell you about it. It was in Japan a number of years ago. There in a little hut a little woman lived whose name was Jingu. She was a_very poor widow. Jingu had three daughters, Fatima, Osconti {and Kaku, Jingu worked very hard to take care of her rice fields and her three little ¢l ren. The widow would work till late at night. One night Jingu worked until the Lady Moon came sailing up from the other world. The Lady Moon was a great friend of Jingu, and she felt very sorry to see her work so hard. That night the widow gave to her children all the food there was in the house, except one rice cake. Then she put them to bed. As she sat crying over her children, the Lady Moon said: “Why don't you go to the Shrine of Benten?” But the widow did not want to leave the children. After dressing her oldest child, she started to go to the Shrine of Benten; but just as she started the rain poured down and it was so dark she dared not g0. As she went back and shut the dcor, someone knocked. On opening it, she saw a small boy, begging to ccme in. Poor Jingu took the little boy in her arms and, giving him the last rice cake there was in the house, she put him beside her other thrce children. In the morning when Jingu awoke the child was nowhere to be found. Going to the door, a tall, handsome man stood there; but he disappeared quick as he came, and in his place was a beautiful plant that shone like tiny stars floating through the air. Jingu could hear someone singing: Take and cherish! How beautiful it all was; and what a beautiful plant of all colors; wine red, golden yeliow and royal purple. Jingu called out to her children: “Awaken: Awaken! The Christ Child has been here!” And thereafter the plant was called chrysanthemum, or The Christ Flower. er. THEL: North Frank A BOYNTON, Age 14. n. The Community Christmas Tree. It was a very cold morning and the Eoy Scouts had met. They had a very busy morning. They were to decide where to go after the Christmas tree. “There was a forest fire last night,” said Ray Martin. Speaking of forest fires,” said Bruce, “did. any of you see the light up by the mountain last night? Well, Fop and I thought it was some reflec- tion of the sky.” After this conversation they decided to go over to the mountain. In about half an hour the boys were eir way. After about an hour's lic they entered the forest. They had gone only a little way when they smelied fire. They came to a clearing and saw a woman weeping. The wom- {an was weeping because her house had { burned down to the ground. “Now,” said Bruce, “some of fcllows ' take off your sweaters scme of you cut long poles.” After this was done, they made a | stretcher i “We will { hospital, and tree. Get a ti said Bruce. School let out mext day at noon and the boys had the tree in the square. They set it up and went off for the wire and lights. Bruce’s father let him Blossom, the horse. he bovs had just returned with the t load of colored lights when Bruce looked up the street and saw a run- away. The boys had just got the last box of colored lights out of the wagon. Men and boys were waving and shout- ing at the horse. set into the wagon, quick, Bud!” outed Bruce, and he started Blossom \fter the runawa The runaway was about 100 yards ahead. Blossom was gaining all the you and take this woman to the ou fellows will get the rty-footer if you can,” | noticed that the harness rd was slapping the horse e side every step he took. “When I tell you to jump, you jump on s “Have you ever heard of anyone Laving a real live goose for a pet?” aid Uncle John to Willie and Tomm: Oh! Do tell us all about it, uncle,” said Tommy. Now these two little hoys loved to bear a nice story; and whenever their uncle came to stay with them they made him promise to come to their nursery every evening and tell them a story.” “Well,” said Uncle John, when they had settled down, “this is a true story that I am going to tell you tonight. I know it is true because I saw the goose not very long ago, and very funny he did look with his— But I must begin at the beginning.” In a country girl with their father and mother. Now these people were very, very poor. It was drawing very near to Christ- mas time, and they were thinking of ail the nice presents and things that little boys like you would be sure to get on Christmas morning. Said Robbie, for that was the boy's name, to his sister: “Mamie, do you think Father Christ- mas will bring us anything this year?” “I do hope so,” said Mamie. “I have tried to be good.” bl"WhEt yould you like?” said Rob- e. “Well,” sald Mamie, who was think- ing hard, “I think I should like some- | thing, that we could ail share—father and mother as well.” “But what could that be?" Robbie in surprise. “Well, I have thought of something,” said Mamle, “but 1 arm afraid you will laugh at me if I teil you. “Oh o, I won't!” cried Robbie. “Do tell me what it i asked “I shall tell you,” sald Mamie, “if you promise faithfully not to laugh.” “I promise faithfully,” answered Robble. “Well,” Mamie went on, “I thought trat I should like Father Christmas to send me a goose, and then we could aill have it for dinner on Christmas day.” “That would be jolly,” said Robbie, “What a surprise father and mother would get!” “Yes, that is what I thought,” said A REAL CHRISTMAS SURPRISE village not very far from the seaside lived a little boy and Mamie, much relieved that Robbie did not laugh. “Let us both call up the chimney now and ask Father Christ- mas if he will send us one.” So Robbie and Mamie both shouted up the chimney together, and what a noise they did make! This is what they said: Please, Father Christmas, we should like a lovely big goose for Christmas instead of a present for our stock- ings.” “I wonder if he heard?” said Robbie ard Mamie together. But Father Christmas did hear. For there was a tiny little fairy listening all the time, and she caught the mes- sage in one of her wings nad flew right away there and then to givte it to Santa Claus. The next morning Robbie and Mamie ran out into the garden, and what do you think they saw? “Oh, oh!" cried Mamie. “Oh, oh!" cried Robbie. It has come,” they both said to- gether. And there, waddling about on the srass, was a large goose. They ran to tell their mother, and she sald: ecaty 1 We must give it something to So Robble and Mamie fed it, mot only that morning, but every morning. By and by this goose became very tame, and was soon the pet of the family. - “I am afraid we shall never have him for dinner now,” said Robbie. “Oh, no,” answered Mamie, “I could {!oi bear to eat him, he is such a dar- ling.” So they kept him, and gave hi name of John Wille. b i . . “And now,” said Uncle John, “if you are good, I will take you to see this strange pet some fine day. “You will see it going for a walk with its master. It sometimes walks along beside him for a long way, with a slow, stately tread. “Or you may .see it sitting on its master’s shoulder while he sits and reads. “It will also feed out of your hand as dainty as—well, as a goose can.” “What a jolly story!” said Tommy. “I wish I had a goose,” said. Willie. —The Children's Paper. I land began to on the horse's back and stop him.” “Jump now!" cried Bruce. Bud landed on the shaft and got on the horse's back and stopped him about 20 yards from the railroad track where the freight train was passing slowly by. Christmas eve the old woman, the young woman and the little girl were sitting in the grandstand listening to the band and hearing the children sirging. They stayed there until all the lights on the Christmas tree went out and they and the Boy Scouts went home cheerfully. < WILLIAM F. PATON, Age 12. Central Village. Our Indians. Some of our Indians still Arizona and New Mexico. They dress in deer skins and wear walsts and skirts. They wear their hair in long braids and they wear moc- casins. Their tents are made of deer skine and at the top there is a hole for a chimney. They take babies and put them in cradles and hang them on trees. They go riding out in canoes end fish and hunt. They always got up early on winter mornings and made the fire by rub- bing two dry sticks together till they burst into a blaze. After all work was done, they made suits for their children of deer skin or wove baskets out of grass or made moccasins. The Indians had no roads—they had fcotpaths. They made them as we do, by going over the same place over and over. When they kill a deer they go home without it, and scatter leaves on their way. Then they send their wives for it. They make all their weapons and they shoot with bows and arrows. Their color is like an old piece of copper. They speak different lan- guages. They cultivate land and raise corn, beans, pumpkins <and tobacco. The men never do any work, plenty of fighting. The women hoe all the corn and to- bacco with clamshell hoes. The men had but a few things that tney made themselves—canoes and bows and arrows. When anyone was sick they would go there and dress themselves in rude clothes. Then they put horns on their heads, live in but to drive the sickness away. I think tiat was foolish. ‘When the white men came there they wanted to cut down trees and plant. But the Indians didn't like it, because they could not hunt game. The Indians showed the white men how to plant corn and how to make it grow. Today it is the greatest crop in the world, and it has made some of us very rich. Columbus gave them their name In- dians because he thought he had found the Indies. IRENE VONASEK, Age 12. West Willington. Grandmammas Donkey. There were once two little boys called Harry and Arthur, who w pay a visit to thel W, h = grandmamma she called Ned- dy, and he used to draw a little don- key-cart. into the couniry to randmamma. kept a _donkey, wh Harry and Arthur were delighted i eddy and used to go out every him, a funny thing happened. on the donkey and Harry walking behind with his nurse enly Master Neddy iay down on time to pull Arthur off before the donkey began to roll over in the dust. When he had had enough, he got up eat some thistles that rowing by the side of the roa will eat thistles, thouzh t are prickly. Their grandmother said the bos must not ride on Neddy, hereafter, they might get hurt, but they could go in_the donkey cart. The next day they went out driving in the cart and Neddy did another funny thing. A boy was driving the cart and nurse, Harry and Arthur were inside, when Neddy began to zallop. The cart was overturned into a ditch full of brambles and prickly brushes. They were not much hurt, but very much scratched and their clothes were torn. They did not laugh as much this time. In spite of Neddy's pranks, he w: a very funny donkey—don't you think s0? Harry and Arthur were fond of him and used to feed him with carrots and were sorry when they had to go home. Grandmamma said they might come again and see her, when she hoped Neddy would behave. Neddy's pranks sometimes were of service. A gypsy tried to steal him, but when Neddy came to the side of the brook where the bank was steep, he made a sudden stop and the thief went over his head into the water. Grandmamma said people would think they had been teasinz the cat when they saw their scratched hands and faces. Harry laughed and said he would tell them it was grandmamma’s don- key. W Suda the ground and nurse had only ey LOUISE DEMUTH, Age 10. Baltic. Dorothy’s Dream. 5 It was Christmas eve and little Dor- othy lay in bed thinkingz of what Santa Claus would put in her stocking. Sud- denly the door opened and in came the Queen of the Fairies, followed by her two constant companions, Fairy Molly and Fairy Lily. Carrying Her Majesty's train was a little green elf. “Good_evening, Dorothy,” said the Q\xsen‘ “come and have a game with us Dorothy sprang out of bed and they all sat before the fire. “What shall we play at?” said the Queen. “A Christmas limerick,” shouted ev- erybody. “Very well,” said the Queen. I will sive a prize to the one who adds the best line to this limeric “There is an old man, fat and jolly, \thh comes with plum pudding and olly; I know his name— And you do the same— “Please, Santa Claus don't forget Molly,” said Molly. “Some people think presents are fol- said Lily. want some sweets, shouted the elf “Please bring me a dear little dol- said Dorothy. Who is to get the prize?’ said the Queen. “Dorothy! Dorothy!" And Dorothy awoke, to find__ her mother calling her to get up. When she looked in her stocking she found & large doll, which she always savs was the prize for the Christmas lim- erick, ROSE 'ALMA DEMUTH, Ase 14. Baltic. oh golly!™ 5 Sleighing. “Oh! dear, I wish it would snow,” sighed Robert. “Just because Uncle Jim made me a present of a new sled it won’t snow.” This Robert said on Monday. ‘While going to school on Wednesday Robert felt something gently falling on his face. “Why, it feels like snow!” he mur- mured. The flakes fell repeatedly on his whole countenance, for sure enough it was snow. Robert felt a nervous strain all dur- ing school time. Lessons were a bore that fateful Wednesday, to him. The day seemed endless to him, but finally to his delight the gong rung and Robert hurriedly ran home. He grabbed his sled from the corner where it lay and joyously ‘ran up the hill Where a throng of children were -col- lected, waiting to slide down the hill. Soon they had a hard and slippery track, along which sleds flew at a great speed. Robert enjoyed this sport until dark, when he finally Jgemembered that he was hungry. He went home and had his supper. Every day, after school, Robert en- joyed himself immensely, by sliding down the hill; until one day a heavy rainfall came and melted the snow. Robert felt disappointed for he could not go sleighriding before dnother snowfall. FRANCES RYSHPAN, Age 12. Norwich. The Woodcutter’s Daughter. Bessie Ray is a little woodcutter's daughter. Her father cuts down trees in the woods and Bessie has been out to carry him his dinner. It is a very cold day and Bessie has set down her basket for a moment while she tries to warm her hands with her breath, for the poor child has no mittens on. One day last winter, as Bessie was on her way out of the woods, it be- gan to snow and she could not find the path she ought to take. She walk- ed this way and that, but the snow was so thick that it covered the paths and she could not tell which was the right one. “What shall I do?" thought she. “Tt is growing dark: night is coming on; and the snow whirls thick and fast over the ground. It is more than a mile home, and I cannot find the way. But this brave little girl did not sit down and cry. She thought she would do the best she could. She knew there was a log-hut nearby, where some- times the men went to cook and eat their dinners. After a long search she found thia hut. “And now,” she thouzht, “if I can only find a match to light a fire I need not freeze to death, even if T have to stay here all night.” So Bessie looked about till she found some matches, and then she kindled a fire on the hearth. And she found a pail in which were some potatoes. I shall not starve,” thought Bessie. “T'll cook these for my supper.” Soon she sat down on a log bench and fell asleep. She was awakened by her father, who had come to find her. Glad enoush were they to be together once more. VERONICA ROCHELEAU North Franklin. Age 14. Alice’s Christmas Day. It was in a fair-sized and thriving village a poor girl lived.* Her name Alice. Not far from her home lived the daughter of sick parents called Mary. Although Mary was rich |she likea to_play with Alice. Alice was told by Mary that Christmas was i Alice didn’t know much about She learned a lot about Dy her from he knew Ch distant. She wasn't very glad > knew it wouldn’t be much of a Christm One da and Mary w n across s comin n she got a little th the automobile coming at a high rate of speed. Alice saw the danger and ran to pull her out of the W She pulled and puiled but Mary was heavy and couldn’t be dragged f: ime the automobile s y The wwutomobile came close to Mar) but didn’t hurt her, but it struck Alice in the foot. Next thing she knew was when she was in be Mary told her she was to receive a sum of mone: finz her, but best of all w she was going to spend Christm ith Mary. Alice zlad, but the doctor a she must ed her leg to CARIL Baitic. tter. RSON, Age 13. How a Boy Helped Win a Battle. Nahum Prince was the only boy over thirteen yvears old in the village who did not join the army at the time of the fighting with Burgoyne. Nahum was very lame. When ' the soldiers were getting ready he stood up as well as he ¢ The ca + came al nd said: home, hum. know you belong her Then they all him. Nahum was very The next morning mind that he must d he went down to Widow Corli He had heen busy for an hour when four men on horseback came down the | k sad ke made up that night. his something. So split wood for old road. One beckoned to Nahum and said, “Where are all the men “Gone to join General Stark,” an- swered Nahum. “Is there nob v here who can set id Nahum. 3 y you are left be- hum lighted the forge, blew the coal hot, and set the shoes, and the horse and rider wgnt away. Nahum Tearnel afterwards that the rider was Colonel Seth Warner. ZELMA ROCHELEAU, Age 8. North Franklin, Conn. Our New Home. We like our new home very much. We have a lonz walk to school, but don’t mind that because we have fun playing in the snow. There is a lovely dining room oppo- site the kitchen with folding doors leading to the parlor. There is an imi- tation fireplace with a picture of a camel in the desert. We also ve a cement cellar and it is very warm. We press the button on the top of the cellar stairs and the electric lights come on down cellar. Our cat enjeys sitting by the furnace. ‘When my father gets up in the morning and goes down cellar to look at the furnace, our little guinea -pig will ery for her breakfast, and I will carry a saucer of milk. My! How she will chirp. Now when I go down cellar he will be ris™ after my heels. He is very tame and the cat and pig Grink milk together. MILDRED E. WHITE, Age 14. ceptable than the elaborate present bought and sent. They will know that a _blossoming lant to the lonely soul whose hunger or flowers can only be satisfied by the flecting beauty of the florist's window will be a joy; that an unéxpected gift will delight the girl who treads the Aull path of necessity; that a simple toy given to toyless children carries a prlheuc value beyond its just propor- tion. If they would truly know the real joy of Christmas let them open their hearts and send forth love and friend- ship, and they will find, no matter how meager their purse, their gifts will make people happy. MICHAEL J. BURNS, Age 14. Fitchville. Dusk in the Valley. ‘It was dusk in the little valley and lights were peeping, one by one, from the farmhouses. From the distance came the voice of the farmer calling to the cattle, a rat- tle of bars and the soft tingling of a cow bell as they came from the pas- ture. The little brook murmured sleepily to itself as it rippled along, and the mountains, gray in the gathering dusk, kept watch over the little valley. DORIS PEASE, Age 15. Stafford Springs. A Perfect Christmas. ‘Wherever hearts are happy, 'Tis a simple thing to do, To seek some oth- er sadder heart and make it happy, too! The joy we share with others. Is a joy thats multiplied, and "Twill make a Perfect Christmas, If theres no one left cgtside. JOHN A. BURNS, Age 9. Fitchville. LETTERS TO UNCLE JED. Good Habits. Dear Uncle Jed: T am going to tell the “Wide-Awakes” the value of good habits. One day Charles Brown, a young boy who had just finished grammar school, applied for a position as errand boy in a busy city office. When he entered the business man’s office he asked: “Have you ever worked In an office before? “No, sir,” replied the boy. Were you a bright boy in school and quick at figures?” asked the man. “Not very, sir, but I tried hard,” re- plied the bov. “Humph,” said the man, frowning. “Pm very much afraid you won't do for us. You haven't had any experi- ence and you say you aren't quick at fizures. What can you offer me?” “Good habits,” replied the boy, promptly. The man’s face brightened and smiled pleasantly at the bo; “Well sald. voung man,” said the man, laying his hand on the boy's shoulder. “I guess you'll do for us aft er all. Anyway, we'll give vyou a chance. This shows that the boy who is pleasant arfl willing and has had good he habits, is pretty sure to succeed in whatever he tries to do. 1 wish all the “Wide-Awakes” a Merr; Christmas and a Happy New Year. STHER SHERSEVSKY, Norwich. Age 11. A Strange People. Dear Uncle Jed: Long ago, when white men first began to make their homes in America, a strange people | were found living in many parts of our land. These people were called Inai, or Red Men. The Indians had many queer ideas. The:r ways of living were quite differ- ent from those of white men. thoughts Their and beliefs were different, yme Indians thought that the wind used by the wings of a large bird, wetting ready to fly. The sun they said, hears and sees all things. The moon, they thought, was an old woman whe never died. She watched over all that was done, and no one conld do anything that she did not see. The Indians also told moon. They told time, sta They always knew where the differ- ent clusters of stars were in the sky. Some said that the stars were men and women in the happy hunting grounds. Others believed them to be fairy creatures in a far off world. A shooting star wes supposed to bring evil and the northern lights were said by some to be the Gods and Goddesses of war. MARGUERITE orwich. time by too, by the the KBENAN, Age 11. Our Pets. Dear Uncle Jed: We have two cats and two kittens, four pets. They all came to us. One of the cats is gray and his name is Snookums. lle other cat is a black and white angora with long ragged hair so we call him Rag- abilly. One of the kittens is gray and the other is all black. The gray one is| mine and I named it muff, If Muff hears me at night when I come home from school, she comes to see me and | runs up the front of my dress to be petted. Sometimes when I am reading | Muff comes and lays down in my lap for me to pat her, purring and putting her claws out to show that she is contented. 1 like Muff better than all the others. Topsy, the black one, came to us, abovt two weeks ago, almost starved. We fed her and so she stays here now. She was so glad to have a home that she ran around to everyome In turn to be petted, rubbing her head against us all the while. Snookums came to us first, Muff, Ragabilly and Topsy.- People say that if cats come to you good luck will surely follow, so I think we ought to have it in abund- ance, don't you? MARY A. BURRILL, Age 13. Stafford Springs. then Bacteri Dear Uncle Jed: Bacteria is a small Stafford Springs. What | Saw On My Way to School As I was going to school Wednesday I met my friend and he said: “Let us wait for a sleigh and have a ride to school.” As I was waiting I looked at the trees. They seemed like balls of diamonds. The sno# was so hard that we could walk on it without breaking it The wind blew and it was getting cold- er and colder and my fingers were cold and so was 1. My brother came along and he said we better be hurrying be- cause it was after one o'clock, and if we didn’t hurry up we would be late for school, so we got out of the sleigh and ran as fast as we could go. Just as my brother and my friend and 1 were entering the school yard the bell rang, and of course I had to g0 in school. EARL WHITE, Age 10. Stafford Springs. Christmas Giving. Christmas is in the air these days. Already the stores are crowded with people looking for suitable gifts for thelr loved ones. Everyone is rush- ing eager to spend their money. The persons who want to feel the sweet Crristmas spirit will make up their mind to give from their heart, and not merely from the purse. They will realize that a simple re- membrance well chosen, sent to a friend who has already an abundance of this world’s gifts will be more sc~ sort of plant or animal, as it might be called, which lives in’ the ground. It likes alkaline soil best to live in, which is made cf potash and ammonia. 1t decays dead plants and animals and turns them into a rich soil for other plants to grow in. Bacteria is also found in legumes which are vegetables, clover, and peas. There is anqther kind of soil which is called acid soil. This soil is hard- Iy any good, therefore we should test the two kinds of soil before planting crons. The easiest way to test solt Is to cut a little hole in the ground and put a plece of blue litmus paper in it. It the paper turrs red, the soil is acid. If the paper turns blue or purple, the soil is alkaline. BARNEY BERKMAN, Age 13. Yantle. A Little Squirrel. Dear Uncle Jed: One day as I was coming down Union street I saw a boy in the park. He was calling “Here cheep! Here cheep!” I was wondering what he was calling for. Then I saw a little squirrel with the cutest bushy tail. The squirrel came halfway down the tree. The boy had a nut and was trying to have the equirrel come and get it. | The boy was not going to harm the | squirrel at all. So finally the squirrel came the rest of the way and took the nut out of his hand with his mouth. Then the squirrel went up the tree and ate the nut; very cute indeed. ROSE DRISCOLL, Age 8. Christmas Candy. Dear Uncle Jed: 1 will send in a few candy recipes that children can make to fill Christmas boxes: Cream Taffy: One pint of grannu- Ilated sugar and one and one half pints of water, three tablespoons of vinegar. or one tablespoon cream tas tar, and butter the size of a walnu bofl without stirring until mixture threcads from spoon pull as soon as the candy can be handled. Four Minute Fudge: One cup of powdered suzar, one pinch of _salt, three teaspoons ‘of cocoa, one and one fourth cups of milk, one level teaspoon of butter: drop in water and if hard remove from the stone and add one teaspoon of vanilla. Pour into butter- ed pan. Opera Crcams: maple sugar into small pieces and half a cup of boiling water and boil out. stirring to soft stage, remove from stove and stir until creamy. Drop from a spoon in small round balls, up- on a buttered plate. Finish by press- Inz the unbroken half of an English walnut meat upon the top of each. Wishinz you all a Merry Christmas, I remain one of the Wide-Awakes. LUCY "A. CARTER, Age 14. Hampton. A Child’s Christmgs Wish. Dear Uncle Jed: Once there was a little boy who knelt by his mother's kneo a ved his childish way, for soldier father, clad in gray and day and nd victory. it come at Christ- Break one pound of | FOR CHRISTMAS TURKEYS, CHICKENS, DUCKS and GEESE, CRANBERRIES, CELERY, LETTUCE, GRAPE FRUIT, ORANGES, TABLE APPLES, NUTS, MINCE MEAT, HUBBARD SQUASH, DRAKE’S CAKE, BERWICK CAKE, and many other good things. People’s Market 6 Franklin Street JUSTIN HOLDEN, Propristor NORWICH TOWN Mrs. George Randall Returns from Visit in Maine, Where Sleighing is Good All Winter—Christmas Tree Committee Appointed. Mrs. George Randall returned Sat- urday to her home on West Town street after several weeks' visit with her daughter, Mrs. Wilbur Irving Bull, in Ashland, Me. ‘Ashland is 50 miles from the Canadian border, and the first of last week the mercury regis- lgred 6 degrees below zero. There is fine sieighing which usually continues through the winter. Tree Committee. Mrs. Stanton Brown of Wightman s icver thal lone Oiide nue and Mrs. Albert Miner of the weary miles so0 wide, | Huntington avenue have been appoint- sl ed on the committee to buy the gifts ) SHAE ha {for the First Methodist Christmas “OR: Goll FIve T tree. The Sunday school entertain- ot hels inove 10 ment and tree will be on Saturday More than be boys. i tmas joys, Christmas Services. shells or| A¢ ed h_the Christ- mas 730 and 9 se listen to me. o'clock 9 o'clock be- that you can see, |ing a out pana AN Versailles, She Saw Santa Claus. Dear Tncle Jed T woke up Raymond Kea be in town f geport will tmas. ouna cove So s of Winthrop will have this week to in_his sleigh | Arawn by ard I hope he i1l not f T went to see him in shook hands with 1 wanted. d he wonld pe he won't. I Uncle Jed. h not forge hope he Next time T w John’s Pets. Jed: I have been read- “Wide-Awake my pets little kittens and three ir rames a follow: Sport and Tiddly. rederick wn are in to attend the funeral mley’s aunt. of Mr. G Miss Mildred Pendleton, a student at the Providence ol of Design. will be at her homc Wauwecus Hill for the Christmas recess. Charles Renner of Hartford, a for- mer resident of Norwich Town, will spend Christmas with his aunt, Mrs. D. R. Kinney, of Tanner street. \so whose name is| WMiss Mattie Thurston of Spring- Rover. s 0ld this | field, Mass., will spend Christmas with montk. i rer ‘parents, Mr. and Mrs. James F. CER, Age 10. | Thurston, at their home on Town Willimz street. Bill Likes the Exercise. John Hill and Imbert F. Fellows, Mr. inderstand why Eu. students at the Connecticut Agricul- gene d so easily of run- | tural college, Storrs, comes today ning f« —Toston Advertiser. | (Thursday) to their homes up town for —_— the vacation. Judge Samuel O. Pren- - tice Prentice left Tuesday| Essex—~The Essex flower mission for F wood, N. J.. where they will|sent the annual Christmas boxes to remain until after the holiday at the|the poor and sick, in the tenement home of Mrs. A. J. Post, mother of |houses and hospitals of New York on Mrs. Prentice. Tuesday. %i\mmwnz ‘for Mineral OT NARCOTIC. CASTORIA For Infants and Children. Mothers Know That Genuine Castoria Use For Over Thirty Years ———OASTORIA THE CENTAUR GOMPANY, NEW YORK CITY.