Norwich Bulletin Newspaper, March 9, 1916, Page 9

BOYS Rules for Young Writers.' ‘Write plainly on one side of the ovnl;. M‘:um the R et T reference. be given Do not use over & ,Orisinal stories or letters only 6. Write name, age and ad- the fact, Be nobody else but you." POETRY. PICTURE BOOKS IN WINTER. Summer fading, winter comes— Frosty mornings, tingling thumbs, ‘Window robins, winter rooks, And the picture story books. ‘Water now is turned to stone Nurse and I can walk upon; Still we find the flowing brooks In the picture sts®y books. All the pretty things put by Wait upon the children's eye— Sheep and shepherds, trees Crooks, In the picture story books. and ‘We may see how all things are, Seas and _cities, near and far, And the flying fairies’ looks, In the picture story books. How am I to sing your praise, Happy chimney-corner days, Sitting safe in nursery nooks, Reading picture story books? —Robert Louis Stevenson. FAITHFULNESS. By Minnie L. Upton. Frolicsome Fido {s bringing home His master's morning paper; Nothing can tempt him aside to roam, Or cut a single caper. His little playmate across the street May whistle, whistle, whistle; The impudent cat he's sure to meet, Unscathed may spit and bristle. A neighbor speaks to him coaxingly— e only trots the faster! THE WIDE AWAKE CIRCLE AND GIRLS DEPARTHMENT there are tracks of rabbits, squirrels, mice. coon, and now and then a fox or deer, and the tracks of a score of birds varying in size from the little feet of the snow bird to the large feet of crow. The snowy woods are the happy home of these frost and storm-defying feathered tribes which include five varities of sparrows, and gold finch- es and meadow larks, bluebirds, robins, kinglets, jays, warblers, owls, wood- peckers, hawks, etc, and there are £00d times in winter woods, and there is want and suffering. Do you know it is sald that the timid rabbit is a jester in the deep woods and loves a joke, and in thq moonlight forgets his fear and keeps tryse and In his glee pounds the frozen ground with his heels. The woods in winter are not half as dreary as we imagine, with the trees draped with snow and Ice, and the sun casting colored shadows upon the pure white snow; while the winds thrum on the trees a music man has never been able to naturally imitate upon any musical instrument. Only a few venture to endure the cold to learn the winter secrets of the woods. but those who do find more or less to admire than those who go in summer when leafy bowers and the songs of birds are inviting. THE WINNERS OF PRIZE BOOKS. 1—Agnes M. Brown, of Yantic— Ruth Flelding on CIff Island. 2—Hattie Perkins, of Colchester— The Young Treasure Hunters. 3—Ralph H. Kenyon, of Leonard Bridge—Hickory Ridge Boy Scouts. 4—Lois_Barrows, of Willimantic— Hickory Ridge Boy Scouts. 5—Ruth Davis, of Canterbury—Ruth Fielding at Silver Ranch. 6—Mildred Weaver, of Mansfield De- pot—Dolly’s Doings. 7—-Marion Royce, of Norwich—The Out Door Chums. Dear Fido, may I as faithful be On errands for my Master! HOMELY WRINCKLES. When father drove old Dobbin he sat upon his load And frowned on every chauffeur who wanted half the road, When father got an auto his feelings seemed to switch; He glared at every horse he met unless it took the ditch. UNCLE JED'S TALK TO WIDE- AWAKES. Have you ever been in the woods in winter and seen the tracks of the little woods people who hunt and frolick and hide there. Animal tracks and bird tracks of description, large and small, in snow, and circles and half circles made by broken twigs swung around by the wind. We see these circles and half cir- cles made by the beach grass on the sand when swung around by wind. These perfect circles were made on the sand in this natural way long before man was sent to name the beasts and govern the earth, and it was many thousands of years befire he realized what this circle contained for him. FHe now knows it represents the circle of the earth and signifies heaven, the circles of life in which man lives and moves and has his be- ing, and all the circles which express to him the forces of nature. And these tracks in the woods creat- ed in the imagination of men the pixies and brownies and gnomes and fairles which people really be- lieved in once, but believe in no long- er, but about who the children al- wavs like to hear stories. Right here in Eastern Connecticut the | 8—Julia Agnes Casey, of Norwich— Ruth Fielding at Briarwood. Winners of books living in the city may call at The Bulletin business of- fice for them at any time after 10 a. m. Thursday. LETTERS OF ACKNOWLEDGMENT. Sarah Hyman, of Norwich—I thank you very much for the prize book en- | titled, “The Bobbsey Twins at School. I have read it through and find it very interesting. Ruth Bartlett, of Norwich—Many thanks for the prize book you gave ime. T find it a very interesting story. { Clarence A. Hathaway, of Bozrah- ! ville—T thank vou very much for the rize book you sent me entitled: “The Rider Boys of the Rockies.” read it through and think it a good book. | Josephine Borovicka, of West Will- {ington—I thank you very much for | the prize book, “The Central High iGirls at Basketball” I find it verr | interesting. | Allan King, of Storrs—I thank you | very much for the prize book you isent me entitled, “Black Beauty. |STORIES WRITTEN BY WIDE- | AWAKES. i ! There’s The Mark, And Here's The | Ball. |, “There's the mark, and here's the Vm).“ said a_shrewd employer to thir- cty applicants, who had answered his | advertisement for a boy. “Let me seé which of vou, in seven chances, can hit it oftenest.” All missed the mark. “Come back tomorrow,” said “and see if you can do better.” The next day brought but one lit- tle fellow, who said he was ready for the test; and when he tried, he hit the | center every time. “How 1is this? asked the man in he, said the boy, “I wanted the OMNE TOUCH \ By FRANCIS in The Southern Workman. OF NATURE LA FLESCHE Hunting black bear was a sport much loved by the Osage Indians in the days before the coming of the white settlers Into the country west of the Mississippi. It afforded them not ovnly the thrill and excitement of the chase, of which every hunter is fond, but it also added largely to the ani. mal food supply upon which the In- dians depended for their living. Many strange and interesting tales are told to this day of black bear hunting, but of those that I have heard not one is 5o human as the fol- lowing, which was an actual occur- rence: One day a man noted for his skill in hunting went out In search of black bear that he might 2dd to the food supply of his home. Being familiar with the haunts and the habits of the animal, the hunter soon found sigms, and as he cautiously looked about he saw a female bear in a large tree busi- Iy gnawing at a hole in the trunk. The man quickly raised his gun and took 2im, but he was suddenly seized with an irresistible desire to see what the creature was doing. After scratching and biting at the edge of the hole for some little time, the bear thrust in her paw and in & moment quickly withdrew it. She put something into her mouth and smacked her lips with apparent delight and sat- n. Then she suddenly scram- bled down to the ground and with an embling gait disappeared in & low bueh. The hunter brought the butt of his gun, to the ground and waited to see if the bear would return. He had not to walt, for ehe soon reappeared w0 cubs on her back. On arriv- the foot of the tree, the bear the cubs down, then seizing the o with both her paws she put the trunk of the tree could reach. The ter seemed to understand what expected of him, for he went up tree with the agility of a cat and k & seat on & mb close to the hole. gi?iég H the mother picked up the young- e o in as lively a manner as had his brother and took a seat close beside him. The mother followed and with eager haste thrust her paw into the bee hole, for such it was, and drew out a plece of honey. She carefully re- moved the bits of bark and slivers sticking to it and then gave it to the oldest cub. He quickly seized it with both paws and began eating it, twist- ing his little head to one side and then to the other, and smacking his lips with genuine delight. The mother brought out another piece of the hon- ey and offered it to the younger cub. The foolish little fellow looked at it first with one eye and then the other, then slowly he stretched out both paws to take the honey with the tips of his claws and dropped it. With a start he lookea down and watched intently the spot where the honey etruck as though wondering why it should fall. A change of expression came over the face of the mother which the older cub could not have failed to understand as indicating disgust and displeasure and which might be followed by some act of discipline. Then agaln the bear thrust her paw into the hole and brought out a choice bit. With a look of motherly forbearance she held it out to the little one. As before he looked at it a long time with one eye and then with the other, smelled of it and then cautiously lifted his paws, distending his claws as he did so, to take it gently, but the honey dropped to the ground. The look of affection- ate patience in the mother’s face turn- ed into one of anger, she lifted her paw and gave the foolish little one a Whack over the ear. He lost his bal- ance and down he went sprawling to the ground. Just et this moment the hunter stepped on a dry twig which snapped loudly as it broke, the mother bear took alarm and_down she scrambled to_the ground, followed by the older cub, and then all three quickly dis- appeared among the bushes near by. At Qusk when the evening fires were lighted the hunter came home. He entered his wigwam and put his gun in its accustomed place, then took his seat by the fireside. The wife gave him a look of silent inquiry as she pansed in her work of cooking the supper, which he solemnly answered by saying: “I am not going to shoot L“m any more; they are human be- like ourselves.” place very much help mother, so I practiced all nl(hta in the shed.” _ Push, perseverance, persistency, tenacity of purpose—these were the words that kept the boy awake all night, and made a man of him. A man who gives himself wholly to his work is certain to accomplish something; and if he has ability and common sense, his success will be great. GEORGE J. BIENENSTOCK, Age 15. New York City. Peter and Polly Playing Store. One day Peter and Polly went their father’s store. “We will play store,” said Polly. will buy of you, Peter. So Peter went behind the counter and said: “Good morning! What would u like today?” Y% "Woula lke to buy them_shoes. How much do they cost?” asked Polly “They cost fifty dollars,” said Peter “Oh, Peter!” said Polly, “them shoes don’t cost so much! “Yes, they do,” said Peter. “You dom't know how much things cost, Peter. Let me be the clerk.” “What would you like today, sir?” “Well, I would like to buy a quart “A_quart of eggs!" exclaimed Polly. “Eiggs are sold by the dozen.” “Well, then, glve me a quart of candy.” “A quart of candy! Candy is sold by _the pound.” g “Then I want a quart of stockings. Polly laughed. “Stockings ere not eold by the quart, Peter. “But I want a quart of something,” sald Peter. “Why don't you get a quart of milk?" asked Polly. “All right. said Peter. But just then their mother called them and_they went off. “When T grow up,” said Peter to his father, “I'm going to sell everything by the quart.” His father laughed and said: “When you go to school, Peter, you'll know better than that.” MARY BOROVICKA, Age 11. ‘West Willington. to - T'll take a quart of milk,” Birds’ Nests and Homes. All birds have a trade. Some are carpenters, others masons, others weavers, some tailors, others basket makers and of all other trades. When the birds are building their homes is when they carry on their trades. The wood-peckers are carpenters. They hammer a hole in a dead tree. This is their home. The robins, phoebes, barn and eve swallows, are masons. The robins mold layers of mud together to make their nest, and line it with grasses. The phoebe uses mud and srass, and fasten its large mnest to a beam or rafter. The barn-swallows make their nest on a beam. It is nearly all mu They line the nest with soft feathers. The eave-swal- bumps us with his nose. HELEN DAWLEY, Age 12. Plainfleld. Bread and the Butter. The man of strict integrity is slow to mistrust others. The it man is apt to think all the world is hishon- Sometimes the tricks of a rogue will ever was one chronicied. A baker living in a village not far from Quebec bought the butter he used from a neighboring farmer. One day he became suspicious that the butter was not of the right weight, and therefore determined to satisfy him- self as to whether the farmer was honest or not. For several days he weighed the butter and then found that the rolls of butter vl:i,c% i farmer brought were gradual in- ishing in welght. This angered him 80 he had the farmer arrested on & charge of fraudulent dealing. “l presume you have scales?” the “No, sir. “How, then do you to weigh the butter which you sell?" “That's easily explained, your hon- or,” replied the farmer. “When the baker commenced buying his butter of me I thought I'd get my bread from him, and it's the one-pound loaf I've been using as a weight for the butter I sell him. If the weight of the but- ter has been wrong, he has himself to blame, not me.” LEO POLIQUIN, Age 11. Versailles. A Jersey Spelling Lesson. A country politician in New Jersey was elected school commissioner. One day he visited a school and told the teacher he desired to examine the boys and girls. A spelling class was performing, so the commissioner said he woul in- quire into the proficiency of that or- ganization. The teacher gave him a spelling book and the students lined up in_front of the mighty educator. He thumbed the book. Then, point- ing at the first boy, he said: “Spell egEpit. “E-g-g-p-i-t,” slowly spelled the boy. “Wrong,” sald the commissioner, and pointing to the next boy. “You spell eggpit.” “E-g-g-p-i-t.” spelled the boy. “Wrong. You speil it." The next boy epelled it the same way, and the next, and the next. “Bad spellers, these,” commented the commissioner to the distressed teacher. “Why, Mr. Commissioner,” she pro- tested. ' “They have all spelt eBDIt| " The neopie who were in the road |US¢d by the Romans, which was mere- correctly.” jumped_aside to let this automobile | ¥, covered with fine sand and ruled “They have not.” Dant There wha a big fat pis Tn the | With parallel - lines. The Chinese “Will you let me see the word in the ; Rent an U shorter than the two A hat or bonnet green cloth or paper. e made with ink or with short, headed pins, stuck Into few buttons can be put on th by using these pins, also. The and mouth can be made in red sired. The dress can first be of stiff paper or cloth and then of green pa- per or cloth over the white. The arms can glso be made of wire, but if you wish to have a cape there need be no arms. A plece of narrow green ribbon tied around the waist will serve as a sash. This doll will deco- or 3 i R, o 3ii Tate the tabl can be given as a The “Just s as P fiope if sny of the Wise-Awakes Underwood” = argument, use these suggestions they will write about them. JESSTE BREHAUT. East Norwich, N. Y. typewriters, sums up all proof of Underw: My Schoolhouse. acy. Dear Uncle Jed:—My schoolhouse is on the west side of the main road from Willimantic to Warrenville. A river is across the road, east of the schoolhouse. It is called the Mount Hope river. The schoolhouse contains twelve desks for the scholars and one for the teacher. It has six windows. It ha a clock in front of the room and a library. It has two outside doors and two doors that open to the school ORANGE AND CROWN NDERWOOD Typewriter And in its use follow pre- cedent established by THE World’s greatest typists. the ad- vanced for the sale of other FEATURES: Simplicity, the Speed, Accuracy, Stability. suprem- “The Machine You Will Eventually Buy” STREETS, NEW HAVEN, CONN. room. There are two entries. One is the boys’ and the other is the girls’ entry. There are blackboards that stretch across the back of the room, and two side blackboards and two in the front. Seven scholars attend this school. We got the banner for the best at- tendance this month. The teacher’s name is Mrs. Church. Our supervisor in agriculture is Mr. A. J. Brundage. THELMA WHITBHOUSE, Age 11. Mansfield Center. I lost one of my rubbers in the deep snow and I can't find it. I am six years old and I am in the first grade in the Falls school. Miss Stetson is my teacher. IRENE L. BROADHURST. Norwich. Dear Uncle Jed: It may be of in- terest, at this time to give some ac- count’ of the origin of our calculating machines, which have so greatly light- gned the accountants’ labors. The g , rst mechanical reckoning boards of Dear Uncle Jed: Would you like to | Which we have any record is the abax. hear of a story The name of my first found among the Greeks, three story is A Great Red Automobile. 1 centuries before Chi It involved “""[ l‘;(", ';I l°k3“‘]‘i x the use of pebbles laid on cross lines, ot vod amteamRile. according tp a set system of values. e sy g Later came’ the abacus, a modification He Didn't Ca signalled a as it dashed road who could hardly move. The man lows are expert masons. They make rows of mud under the eaves of barns. The apartment is rounded with round holes for doors. The chimney swallow makes a nest of wood and blue. It is a basket-like nest and fastened to the chimney wall® He or she carries a_glue pot with them. — Sometimes the nest and its contents fall to the fire place. If you fasten the mest as far up the chim- as you can, the parent may come. d feed the babes. s the birds will soon be here, T thought T would tell the Wide-Awakes about them. ne. AG M. BROWN. Yantic. How the Rent Was Paid. There was once a little girl named Alice who lived with her mother. They were very poor and many times little Alice had to go without her meals. It was about time that they should pay | the rent. i ‘When the landloard came to collect the rent the poor lady had to say that she aid not have the mor The landlord said if she did not have the money in a week she could not stay in the house any longer. Alice overheard them speaking. The next day when Alice was out picking flowers heard the train coming. As she looked up at the train she saw the fizure of a little boy on the track, so running up to him as fast as ‘he could she reached out her arms and caught him just In time. She saw it was the landlord’s son, and when he heard how she had satved his boy he let them have the use of the house, and besides, gave her a large sum of money. In this way the rent was vaid. VIRGINTA HAGGERTY, Age 8. Norwich. The Tree. All day long I sway in_ the cool breeze of the coming spring. I am quite contented when I have my little green leaves dancing and swaying on my long slender branches. But they have long ago left me and have flown across the old green fleld near by; but soon they will come again, for it is very | near spring. Then I will be very hap- py. I stand silently up here near the roadside and watch the carts and teams and other traffic that passes me. A great many other trees stand be- side me. I am taller than any tree about me. I can see everything that happens in the large city. I am taller than the houses around me. I fecl very sad since my mate has been cut down by a woodman who passing by chanced to see him. I am happy now because I know my little leaves are coming, for I hear Mother Nature calling them back to me. IRENE O'NEIL, Age 9. Norwich. The Four Leaved Clover. An old lady and her three nephews, one of whom was very fond of rabbits lived on a large farm. Their aunt had great faith in the four-leaved clover, and in her walks she hunted about the flelds till she got quite a number of sprigs having the promise of good uclk. It happened one day when he had not much food for his rabbits, that her nephew came upon all the clov- ers that she had lald away in a book in the cupboard. He thought that ‘this would be good to feed his rab- bits with, so he gave them all to his pets. The aunt soon found out that he had taken them and she became so angry that she was very il VERONICA HAGGERTY, Age 8. Norwich. book?" the teacher asked tearfull am sure they have.” “Here it is,” said the commissioner, and he pointed out “Egypt.” HATTIE PERKINS. 1 Colchester. The Man in the Moon. There are many stories telling how there came to be a man in the moon. This is one of those old stories: One Sunday a man went through the woods gathering sticks. He knew that this was wrong. He knew he had six days for work, and that Sunday was the day of rest. So he was punished for his wrong-doing. He was lifted up into the sky. First he tried to enter the sun. “Go away!" cried the sun. “Do you not know that this is my day? have done wrong on my day. So you cannot enter here. Go to the moon.” “Come right in” said _the moon. “Monday is my day._On Monday peo- ple should work. You have been | working, and so you must belong to me.” 1he man entered the moon. He still carried his bundle of sticks on his back. There he stands to this very day, to teach men that they must not work on Sunday, and that they must work on Monday. ELIZABETH HADEN, Age 10. Norwich. The Bird. One rainy day I threw some corn out for the birds. The next day ten quail came there. I like to see the quail eat corn. The next day a pheasant came. I throw out corn every day for the pheasant and qualil. The birds come every day—wood- peckers and sparrows, came, t0o. The pheasant only came two days. The quail came every day after that. RALPH H. KENYON, Age 10. Leonard Bridge. LETTERS TO UNCLE JED. Our Sleigh Ride. Dear Uncle Jed: I always used to attend the Mansfleld Center school un- til about a week ago. Then I went to live with my grandmother and have to go to the Hollow school. The first day I went to this school the teacher said we could have a sleigh ride if we got our work done in time. One of the boys asked Mr. Johneon if he would take us. He said he would Twenty went. We each paid ten cents. ‘When we were coming home two of the boys got off from the sled and waited until we got a ways ahead. Then_they began to run. One caught up. The other sat down to rest. Mr. Johnson touched the horses with the whip and they began to run. The boy got up and began to run. He didn't catch up. He had to walk home. That boy would not pay his ten cents because he said he didn't have all his ride. We all had a nice time, but when we got home we were_awfui cold. LOIS BARROWS. ‘Willtmantie. and bluejays My Pet Cat. Dear Uncle Jed:—One day I went up to visit my godmother and in the kitchen there were three kittens play- ing with a cat. The Kittens wers about six months old. The one I loved was a pure white one and my godmother asked me if I wanted her and I said “ves.” I brought her home and she was strange for a few days but she got playful after and she is about one and a half years old now. Her name is_Tabby. When we are playing hide and seek she spies us and she will begin to Plain Cake. 1 tried Elizabeth Parker’s angel cake and found it O. K. I thought the Wide-Awakes might like to try my plain cake, so I will tell them how I make it. Two table spoons of btter, half a cup of sugar, two eggs, half a cup of milk, a cup of flour. two teaspoons of baking pow- der and flavor to suit. 1 make chocolate frosting this way: Two tablespoons of cocoa, two ta- blespoons of sugar, and a Half a team spoon of vanilla flavoring; mix witn boiling hot water to a cream. I make this cake quite often and have good luck. MILDRED E. WHITE, Age 14. Stafford Springs. My Dog and I. My dog's name is Toby. He is a playful dog and when I go _ sliding down hill he gets on the sled and away we go. Sometimes he will let me ride him. He sits up and gives us his paw. meouw as though she wanted the one looking for us to find us. I love Ler dearly because she is so layful. JULIA AGNES CASEY, Age 11. Norwich. St. Pat Dear Uncle Jed: Patrick’s day and 1 suppose a great many are planning to have little par- ties or entertainments. 1 have been thinking out a few sug- gestions which 1 have never seen nor read of which perhaps would be use- ful to some of the wide-awakes. This may be given to the one who solves a puzzle first, or tells the best story, or whatever it may happen to be: A white blotter with shamrock leaves pasted on and a potato in the center of the leaves. Those who can draw can make a sketch of this on the blotter and then color it, making $ look as real as possible. Another present could be a tiny green b-n:fi't flled with candies: or & green pencil, or pen ler; or a'green fan; or for thase who screamed out, ‘Get out of the way or T'll Tun you you hear?” * 0ld pig laughed and said again your mouth.” » pig laughed and said, “T don’ screamed the man Then the man ran right over his tall and the pig squealed and squealed. The pig ran to his pen and never came out again. MISS DORA GLADUE. Taftville. A Great Confilict. Dear Uncle Jed: the Eat, the Birds and the eBasts. My story is about A _great conflict was about to come off between the birds and the beasts. When the two armies were collected together, Join. the bat hesitated which to The birds that passed his perch said: “Come with us” but he said, a beast.” Later on some beasts passing underneath him looked and said. “Come with us” but said, “I am a bird.” h “T am who were up Luckily at the last moment, peace was made, and no battle took place so the bat came to the birds and wished to join in the rejoicing but they an had to fly away. turned against him, and he He then went to the beasts but soon had to beat a retreat, would have torn him to pleces. ADh," sald the bat; he that or else they is neither one thing nor the other has no friends. ANNIE GREENE, Age 9. Ca Dear Uncle Jed:—There are many kinds of cats. angora cats, cats. We had a cat called McGinty. There are tiger cats, maltese cats and calico He was a tiger cat and I liked him very much. large back yard. it much of the time. One day When we had him we had a He used to play in he caught a little mouse and instead of killing it, he teased it, and teased it and finally let him run away. In a short time we moved to the West _Side brought McGinty with us. had been here a short time he dled. where we are now and After we The people who live near us have cats. very pretty. They are all tiger cats and are I'wish I had a cat, and hope to have one before very long. MARION ROYCE, Age 11. Norwich. In a Minute. Dear Uncle Jed: There was a little girl whose name was May. a bad habit. say, “Dear May, please ge me coat, she would say, “In a minute.” She had ‘When her mother would my When her father would ask her to go for a ride with him she would say the same as to her mother. It would make her father and mother feel bad when she answered in that way. She had a pet bird which she play- ed with a great deal. oo Goldsmith. He wrote many delight- { cage door flew open. Her mother told - her to close. the door. - She. said. ‘ig | (Ul books. He also was good to_th a minute” The bird had flown out ot | Proble. e S i One day the the cage and the cat caught it. May ran to her mother and cried bitterly. She never said, “In a minute more.” She obeyed at once. ANNIE RABINOWITZ, Age 9. She Walks a Mile to School. Dear Uncle Jed:—I live country any in the on a farm. My father has ebout ninety acres of land and a good part of it is woodland. We keep eizht cows, one heifer and two horses whose names are Nellle and Bessie. have about twenty-five hens. We 1 have been to school every day so far and I am in the fifth grade. have a mile to walk each way. 1 I go to church and Sunday school most every pleasant Sunday. I have a little baby brother and he is nearly six months old. I also have a sister who Is five vears of age, but she don’t go to school yet. RUTH DAVIS, Age 10. South Canterbury. A Kind Act. Dear Uncle Jed:—As I was passing through the Allegheny “Park one day I noticed a large Newfoundland dog standing near a pump. A little girl, who was passing by, stopped and pumped the dog a cool drink of water. After the dog had had enough he licked her hands as if to thank her. I hope all the Wide-Awakes will re- member this. MISS TRMA MINER, Afe 12. Hadlyme. Her School. Dear-Uncle Jed: It is raining. 1 like to sew, a|could not go to school today becauss eitker borrowed this idea or hit upon one very similar, in their “suan pan, a square frame strung with paraliel wires on which ran wooden buttons. The Japanese had a similar device, and after the Tartar invasion we find the Russians also employing it. For several centuries no better method of calculating seems to have been devised until Napier, in 1617, published a method for performing Itiplication and division, ‘Napier's rods,” consisted of ten rectangular strips wood figured on each of the four sur- faces with digits and mulitples of digits. This was the direct forerun- ner of the wonderful sliderule so uni- versally used today. Calculating machines were also in- vented by Pascal in 1642, and Lelbwitz in 1 but the first important ma- chine was that devised by Charies Babbage an Englishman, who worked under a government subsidy from 1820 to 1833. The history of his efforts to bulld a “differenc __ engine” read lke a ro- mance. This complicated mechanism, which was to do mathematical sums of many kinds and record them, is the direct ancestor of the adding ma- chine of today. His invention, left in- complete, after he had devoted a life- time to it and the government had spent $85,000 for experimental work. may now be found in an English mu- seum. a formidable mass of cogs, and springs as big as a barrel, a pathetic monument to man's first real endeavor to make a machine cal- culate for him. An Old Philadelphia School. Dear Uncle Jed: There was a school- master in Philadelphia before the Rev- olution who did not like to beat his pupils_as other masters of that time did. When a boy behaved badly he would take his switch and stick it into the back of the boy’s coat collar so that the switch should rise above his head in the air. He would then stand the boy up on a bench in sight of the school in order to punish him by mak- ing him ashamed. This schoolmaster’s name was Dove. If any boy was not at school in time the master would send a committee of five or eix of the scholars to fetch him. One of the committee carried a lighted lantern, while another had a bell in his hand. The tardy scholar had to march down the street in broad daylisht with a lantern to show him | his way and a boy ringing the school bell to let him know that it was time for him to be there. One morning Mr. Dove slept too late or forgot himself. The boys made up a committee to bring the teacher to school. They took the lantern and the bell with them. Mr. Dove said they were quite right. He took his place in the procession, and the people saw Schoolmaster Dove taken to school late with the lantern and the bell. JOHN MARA, Age 10. Norwich Town. Doctor Goldsmith. Dear Uncle Jed:—There was once a kind man whose name was Oliver Doctor Goldsmith. One day a poor woman asked Doe- tor Goldsmith to go and see her hus- band who was sick and could not eat Goldsmith did so. He saw that the people were poor. The man did not | work for a long time. | “Call at my house this evening " sald Doctor Goldsmith, “and I give you some medicine for your h: bana.” In the evening the woman went 1 the doctor. He had a little packag ready for her. She asked him the directions. But he said, “You will find it inside.” So| the woman started home. ‘When she got home she opened th box and the directions were: “To b taken as often as necessity requircs Goldsmith gave them all the r money he had. ANNA GAYESKIL Age 1! Colchester. Mrs. Skunk and the Little Bear. Dear Uncle Jed:—Once upon a time a little bear went for a walk alon: the river path. He was alone, and did not know that he had_gone from home until Father Kingfishc: eaw him and called: “It is time for you to turn round and go back, Little Bear! Yop must remember that it will soon dark | in the woods, and you might get lost, for you have no wings with which to fiy home_guickly.” Little Bear looked for the sun. Surc enough, it was sinking behind th trees and leaving a long, shining tra on the river. It was time to go hom: you. Father Kingfisher,” an- swered Little Bear. “I was havins such & gogd time that I forgot I was |dunes formea since the disapearance far from our little house; but I shall run back fast now; so good night!” And away he ran. But before he bad passed more than three bends of the river he saw a man fishing, and in the woods near by was a tent, with a bright campfire burning, and beside the campfire, a man cleaning a gun. Little Bear was so frightened that he sat down and cried. Mother Skunk heard him, for she and her six children were out hunting beetles for supper. ‘What ir the trouble?” she asked. “What is the matter, Little Bear?" Little Bear told hcr about the two en, one on either side of his path. ‘And 1 am afraid to go by them,” he wailed “Come, come, child, said Mother Skunk. ways been kind to my children, now I will take care of you. ing and follow me.” “But_won't the men catch you?" asked Littie Bear. “Oh, no,” answered Mother Skunk, they will not touch us. “You follow me. Come, children.” On walked Mother Skunk slowly and comfortably, with Little Bear and her six pretty children following, one behind another, as she had told them to_do. When the man, who was fishing saw Mother Skunk walking by with her children and Little Bear, he sat still as a mouse. All he did was to winl The man by the fire stopped clean- ing his gun when he saw Mother Skunk walking by with her children and Little Bear and he, too, sat still as a_mouse. Al he did was to wink. Yow, Little Bear.” sald Mother Skunk, ‘when they had gone a few steps more, “the children and I stay here awhile and catch beetles, but you must run along home. The men will not_trouble you while we are in your path, never fear!™ “I_thank you, Mother Skunk!" Lit- tle Bear called over his shoulder, as he pit-patted for home as fast as he could travel. Ana when he reached home he told what had happened to him and he walked up and down in 40 Sumner street celebrated his front of the fireplace to show his fa- birthday Tuesday. Mr. ther and mother how Mother Skunk |a veteran of the Mexican war, had walked past the two biz men, as war and one of the Indian wars. If she were not afraid of anything in the woods, and how the three bears laughed! But when Mother Bear tucked Lit- tle Bear into bed that night, she kiss- H to Mr. Skunk's home in the ground. " “He ana one of our neighbors decidsd | GIRLS! to dig the skunk out. After two h I Bulletin Pointers S o Rogers Domestic Laundry and get one vots for every penny i the Great Library Contest. ] Telephone 914 1 DR. C. B. ELDRED DENTIST 43 Broadway, Central Telephone 341-3 M. A. BARBER, and Stop ery- eouthern part of Little Humbelt Val- ley during recent years. In eome places in this region the telegraph poles have been buried so deeply they have had to be spliced in order keep the wires above the crests of Qunes. The mnd is of o Mokt ereligh yellow color and forms _beau curved ridges and waves that are ered with a fretwork of wind and many of these ridges are in the most curious manner by the footprints of animals, which form strange hieroglyphics that are some- times difficult to franslate. Middlietown.—Stephe i No. C. Smith ef ¢ They Found a Groundhog. Dear Uncle Jed:—Last week stormy day, when my papa could no g0 to work, he went to the store. Com- Ing mack he saw some skunk tracks and he followed them until he came DRAW A CLOTH THROUGH YOUR HAIR AND ed him and said, “Let us alw thankful for ood, kind friends!~ SARAH WILCO) Merrow. work they found two skunks. next day they found another burrow, DOUBLE TS BEAUTY. as they thought. so decided to dig that out, too. As fast as they dug |SPEND 25 CENTS! the animal inside dug. too, trying to et farther away, but finally they unearthed it and what do you think they found? A huge woodchuck. MILDRED WEAVER, Age 11 Mansfield Depot DANDRUFF VANISHES AND HAIR STOPS COMING OUT. To be possessed of a head of heavy, beautiful hair; soft, lustrous, fluffy, wavy and free from dandruff is mere- Iy a matter of using a little Dander- ine. It is easy and inexpensive to have nice, soft hair and lots of it. Just get ‘a 25-cent bottle of KnowMon's Danderine now—all drug stores recommend it—apply a little as di- rected and within ten minutes thers will be an appearance of abundance, freshness, fluffiness and an incom- parable gloss and lustre, and try as you will you can not find a trace of dandruff or falling hair; but your real surprisc will be after about two wecks' use, when you will see new hair—fne and downy at first—yes— but ly ne whair—sprouting out all over your salp—Danderine is, we be- lieve, the only sure hair grower, des- troyer of dandruff and cure for itchy scalp and it never fails to stop falling hair at once. If you want to prove how pretty and eoft your hair really is, moisten a cloth with a little Danderine and carefully draw it through your hair— taking one smail sirand at a time. Your nair will be soft, glossy aad beautiful in just a few moments—a delightful surprise. awaits everyome who tries this. Great Prehistoric Lake. large prohistoric lake The flooded a number of the valleys of northwestern Nevada at a very recent which geologic date but has now passed away was named Lake Lahontan, in honor of Baron La Hontan, one of the early explorers of the headwaters of the Mississippl. The lake covered approximately 8,400 square miles at its greatest expansion, and in its deepest part. the present site of Pyra- mid Lake, it was at least §S0 feet deep—that Is, its surface stood ap- proximately 500 feet above the present vater surface of Pyramid Lake. The ancient lake had no outlet except the one that led straight up”its waters being dissipated entirely by evapora- tion. A large area a few miles north of Winnemucca is covered with sand of Lake Lahontan. The dunes are fully 75 feet thick, and their steeper siopes are on the cast side, thus indi- cating that the whole vast fleld of sand is slowly traveling eastward. This progress has necessitated a num- ber of changes in the roads in the “They Stop the Tickle BRIGGS Mentholated Hoarhound OUGH DRCPS » costilibdai €3NS