Norwich Bulletin Newspaper, July 6, 1916, Page 10

NORWICH BULLETIN, THURSDAY, JULY 6, 1916 THE WIDE AWAKE CIRCLE BOYS ARD GIRLS DEPARTMENT o s —————————————————————— Rules for Young Writers. 1. Write plainly on'one.side.of the payper only, and number the pages. 2. Use pen.and.ink, not pencil. & BShort and pointed articles will be given preference, Do not use over 50" word; ; 4 Originals stories or -letters ~only will be used, 5. Write youm,name,.age and ad- dress plainly at the bottom of the 8201y, Addressali communications-to Uncle Jed, Bullethn Oftce. *Wheteves .you are—Be thatl Whataver vou say—Be trusl rarghtiorwardiy aot, B> honest—in fa Be nobody - alse POETRY. My Paw Said Sol EIL ¥omes ewm . talic if ' you-know how to Pawsald so. Owis- eve oig eyes that sparkle an’ glisten, My Paw-sald so. Hears can turn flip-flops an’ climb ellum trees, My Pawssaid so. Ax’ steal all-the honey away from the bees, 4n* they don't mind the winter, they_nevse 2reeze. My Paw said so. coz Girls 1s askared of a snake, but boys ain't, iy Paw said so. They holler run; an' sometimes they fair My Paw sald so. But boys ‘ud be 'shamed to be fright- ened that way, When all t! the snake wants to do to play. My Paw said so. as fond of a game as they are a_fight They're of An' all « found in a wood Ain't al f Most times ey're misun- to such people you the tricks I'm tellin’ are Press. s company to tea, doctor bil! when I'm all wored hout, off and on Post. UNCLE JED'S TALK WITH WIDE- AWAKES. 1 wonder where the are golng to spend their vacations, and how? Whether you go to the seaside, the countryside or the mountains, be sure and learn something new every day— something useful. It doesn’t pay to stand round like & blind man and see nothing. Some blind people sense more that is going on around them than those who have eyes to see. It is as necessary for children to play. as it-is for birds to fly, or other creatores to run, for It develops etrength and endurance. The study habit e not necessary in ! vacation time; but there are lots of Itrngs to be learnea without study. ‘Whatever. you feel curious to know, find out—there is as much fun in the search for knowledge in this way as in solving a riddle or mastering a puzzle. Get the habit of wanting to know things and making respectful inquiry of people who may know, and they will be glad to tell you. If there is no one to tell you, bear the matter in mind until you find out. Finding out who little the by the There are men and women know things upon sight—the plants in the garden by their form; that birds pass them In the air their 2nd manner of flight; trees ir form and foliage rocks by their erystalization and cleav- age; the wild plants in the fields b, their location and flower; the hills at were plowed up by glacic | the hills formed in other s in the heavens that from those that ! 1 light, It i to recc the bu ana al he people w wa. ete. tr o can do know The why, werc prom more | cquire is it? Wh character, the condition, a > The Whence, r piace, cause A from what Wide from servatic who do earn the inforr mor ho beir All will future Awalke wtion upon thesc rwr nners of THE WINNERS OF PRIZE hy V. Clark of No 1 3 Meadow I . Gray of W the —Frank | ubm; 1 llimantic s Middies. —Agnes Kamiski of Meadow Brook ris Co Norwi on rooklyn, s by the ecelia Sterry of B Meadow [ k G i | | | | I | | i | | Alfreda Brown Walker d Sis (—Martha Hargey of Un dadd; Darwin’s Dovecote. T—Katherine Hickey of Threc Little Women Wor S8—Harry Levi of Bozrahville, Robin- | gon Crusoe. ‘The winners of prize books living in the city 7 all at The in busi- ness office for them at any hour after 10 a, m. da LETTERS OF ACKNOWLEDGMENT. | cq. Anna LaRoche of Versailles: I thank i LITTLE TOMMY’S PRAYER By JOHN F. NICHOLS, alley, where the rer came, 1 Tommy, sick- lame; or yet been healthy, but had nce he was born, out his weak existence well- hopeless and forlorn, In a dark and disma the sun: Dwelt a little ly, delicat e had ne lain Drag; as little Tommy, ‘twas drunken mother dropped him, and the babe was crippled so. d never known the comfort of a moth. tender care, But her cruel blows and curses made his pain still worse to bear. There he lay within the cellar, from the morning till the night, Starved, neglected, cursed, ill-treated, cht to make his dull life friend to love him, not a ‘hing to love— not of a Saviour, or a aven up ahove. Tommy lay Ww! the cellar, which had grown so éark and cold, Thinking ail about the children in the streets of shining gold; And he heeded not the darkness of that damp and chilly room, For the joy in Tommy's bosom could disperse the deepest gloom. “Oh, if T could only see.it” thought the crippl6,.as he lay. “Jessio said that Jesus listens and I thing Pl trys and. pray.” So he put his hands together-and he closed his little eyes, Anad In accents weak, yet earnest, sent this message to the: skies: “Gentle Jesus, please forgive me, as I didn’'t know afore That yer cared for little cripples who is weak and very poor, And I never heard of heaven till that Jessie came today And told me all a'boy it, so I wants to try and pray. “Yer can see me, can't yer, Jesus? Jessie told me that vercould, Ard I somehow must believe it, for it seems 50 prime and g0od; Ana she told me if T loved yer, 1 should see yer when I die, the bright and happy heaven that is up beyond the- sky. “Lord, I'm only just a cripple, and I'm no use here below, For T heard my mother whisper she'd be gind .if I conld go; Ang I'm cold and hungry sometimes; T T i T— and I feel so lonely, too, Can't yer take me, gentle Jesus, up to heaven along o' you? “Oh! I'd be so good and patient ,and I'd never cry or fret, And your kindness to me, Jes 1 would surely not forget; I would love you all I know of, and would never make Can't you find me ju I'll watch noise— a corner, where he other boys? “On! I think yer'll do it, Jesus, some- thing seems to tell me so, For 1 feel s0 glad and happy, and I do 50 want to go, How I long to see y Jesus, and the children all so bright! Come and fetch me, won't yer, Jesu: Come and fetch me home to- night!” Tommy Icc:\scfl his supplication, he had told 8 cd for the an to tire; Then he turned towards hi lay huddled in a neap, Closed his little eyes so gently, was quickly fast asleep. nswer till nis corner and and Oh, T wish that every scoffer could have seen his little face As he lay there in the corner, in that damp and noisome place; For his countenance was shining like an angel's, fair and bright, And it secmed to fiil the cellar with a holy, heavenly light. He had only heard of Jesus from a ragged. singing girl, He might well have wondered, ponder- ed, till his brain began to whirl But he took it as she told ti, and be- leved it then and there, Simply”trusting in the Saviour, and his kind and tender care. In the morning, when the mother came to wake her crippled boy, She discovered that his features wore a look of sweetest joy, things that take time and patience ces one feel as if he had won a prize. the | ies in the field} : | =ometimes you very much for the prize book en- ‘titled The Automobile Girls in the Berkshires. 1 have read it through and think it is very interesting. Thelma Boynton of North Franklin; I thank you for the prize book you sent me. I have read it and find it very interesting. vy Fisk of Norwich: Thank you very much for the prize book you gave me. Its name is Madge Morton’s Victory. I have read it through. Agnes Kaminski of Norwich: T thank you very much for my prize book, The Camp Fire Girls in After Years. I have read it and found it very inter- esting. Nancy Tetrault of Versailles: T re- ceived the prize book you sent me. I read it through and found it very in- ;erestlng. I thank you very, very much or it. Doris Easterbrooke of 'Willimantic: I received the prize book all righ read it through in four hours. Many thanks. Cecelia Sterry-of Brooklyn, N, Y.: I recelved my prize book, which I have read through. I have let several friends read it and they say Madge ‘Morton's Trust is a very interesting book. Almira Kramer of Colchester: I thank you very much for my prize book, Bunny Brown and Sister Sue at Camp Rest-a-While. Jessie L. Brehaut of Jersey City, J.: My prize book entitled The Auto- mobile Girls at Newport came to me by mail this morning. I thank you dly for it. Tt is a very nice book @nd I know I shall enjoy reading it. STORIES WRITTEN BY WIDE- AWAKES. The Newsgirl Finds Her Patience Re- warded. Julia was a very little girl, who was old enough to make money, and, des that she was lame. Julia sold pers to help her family which was very poor. Her mother was not strong enough to work, and she had no fath- *. He had died when years old. Julia ne was about not make wo ver; did much money an dit was very tir- standing so long in one place, and it rained, and in spite of the great shawl that her mother wrap- ped around her, it wasn't very pleas- a wasn't at all pretty, she was too thin. She was nine vears old, but so small that she looked hardly seven or eight. She had unnaturs OlLly large eyes. One thin little leg Pwore ™ ina brace. The one feature .| of her entire face that was really beautiful was her mo ulia’s tmouth s sweet and patient. It look 1 hke little mouth, and it ve brave, because Julia had suffered eat deal of pain in her short life. Days when she went to school the other children made fun of her. She conld never r and play games as uld d no friend: Julia could save he spent in reading t , even the newspa- althong he hardly understood picture of a little girl (lame on the corner selling paper: A pathetic to read about, but hardly noticed by crowd that swept kindly nies with nonet bov who es hi a business and never wds s possessing her rolled paper off d bought t was a cres: papers from looking man never ventured even a look when he took the papers from onight he s late and Julla W ed the two papers for him. him coming when he was way off, and she took a few s forward and said timidly ed them for you. Here they > old man rain wet hardly stopped and looked at face with eves that so hidden were vebrows. vou'd be So I bought my pa- D the street. )h,” she vouch here. T thought you » customer.” our cu th said grufil from a boy k stomer. eh, well, so T am, I am. Didn't know vou noticed people so sharply. never saw you loc Here's a quarter, and we'll ez are, how's that? Julia’s thin little face lit up with a emile that transformed her. “0, thank vou,” she breathed rap- turovsly, and the man stood a moment and watched her limp hurriedly away. He didn’t know that with that ten cents of the precious quarter, Julia was going to buy a volume of fairy tales and think of herself as the most successful little girl in the world. JESSIE L. BREHAUT. Jersey City, N. . Having a Good Vacation. Dear Uncle Jed: I am spending a nice vacation in Jersey City and quite enjoving it. I have seen several places of interest here, including Col- gate’s Factory, American Sugar Re- ining Co.s factory, Post Office, Free Public_Library, High School, and lots of parks. 1 greatly enjoy the ferry trip from Jersey City to New York. Before reaching the city vou can see all the tall buildings, Woolworth’s being the tailest. The Statue of Liberty can be_seen, too. TYesterday I went through several big department stores, Wanamaker's, Hearns, and another. TLast week I went to Keith‘s Theatre and the show was fine, as 1t was mostly vaudeville. T also went to the Bon Ton, and that was gopd. T hope all the Wide-Awakes having a good vacation, too. LILLIAN M. BREHAUT. Jersey City, J. Cooking School. BEvery Tuesday, morning at half past ten, the Seventh.grade at Broad Street school go down to cooking school at PBroadway. Miss Rogers is our teach- er, and she s'very nice. 2 During the vear we made many use- are ful things that tasted good. The girls have each a draw full of cooking utensils and a. little gas range. Tuesday, June 20, 1916, was the last time this term, btcause school closed for our summer 'vacation. The boys have a separate. apart- ment right ‘Beside us. They’learn to 3o carpentet’s work. They have many tools like the carpenters “use. The boysiand girls -have learned a great deal. % Next year.will be my last year ana And she shook him somewhat roughly, but the cripple’s face was cold— He hed gone to join the children in the streets of shining gold. Tommy's prayer had soon been an- swered ,and the Angel Death had come, To remove 'him from his cellar, to his bright and heavenly home, Where sweet comfort, joy and gladness never can decrease or end, And- where Jesus reigns eternal, his Sovereign and his Friend. = e T hope to make more things and learn e. TWOTE AGNES KAMINSKI, Age 13. Norwich. Our Farm. 1.live on.a.farm of I8-acres, which is 'mostly swoodland.’ - We keep’'one_cow, called Bessie, of a red cqlor;. and a ‘calf called Dolly. She is red and white, with a white L _on her forehead. We also have a white horse called Prince. Our’ housse; is of ia wood color and tontatns ninesffoms, | We have about B e A e S out tonight,” | 1,000 peach trees. They are very small and will not bear this year. I received a picture for gathering the most flowers. Another girl also got a prize for flowers. 1 received a Comstock prize enti- tled: “The Works of Shakespeare,” consisting of nine volumes. 1 help my mother cook, also. Here is a recipe for baked eels: Baked Eels:—Prepare as for frying; then put into a baking pan with a little water, flour, pepper, and salt. Bake twenty minutes. Make a gravy of the liquor in which they were baked, adding a little butter. MARTHA HARGEY, Age 12. Uncasville. A Rainy Day. One beautiful sunshiny day during vacation, 1 and five or six of my friends decided to go on a picnic in some woods about three miles from my house. We started early in the morn- ing, about half past eight o'clock, aft- er_having put up a good dinner. We hitched up the old horse started off, a merry crowd. As I think of it now, I am sure we would not have been so happy, if we could have looked ahead a few hours; but we could not, so we started out prepared to enjoy’ ourselves thorough- y.. We reached the woods; after a lit- tle while, for our horse went at & snail's pace, a favorite habit of hers. In fact, I never knew her to run but once, and that was when a mis- chievous boy set off a firecracker be- hind her one Fourth of July. When we got there we spread out our dinner awhile, for it was not noon then. Then we finally started to eat. Suddenly we noticed a bank of great srey clouds in the northwest. We finished our dinner hastily, piled the things into_the wagon. and staried off pellmell. For a wonder our horse was frightened at the thunder which was now booming, for she went at a 200d pace for her. But the thunder suddenly stopped, and great, cool drops of rain began to fall, and as suddenly the horse stop- ped._for there was nothing to be frightened at then. She walkeq along calmly and none of our efforts could hurry her. We were sitting huddled together in the wagon alternately shouting at the horse to see if we could not get in a little out of the rain. In this way we reached home a d.f- ferent looking crowd, indeed, from hen we started. But since then en we go on picnics we always take coats and umbrellas, for we neyer know what will happen. ATMIRA KRAMER, Age 14. Colchester. The Proud Guinea Pig. I once had a guinea pig called Weeky. He lived in a cage with sev- eral friends, and as he was bigger than any of the others, he was rather proud of himself. master kept a shop, and when- r anvone paused to look at the an- and i for sale, he would point to and say: “Fine guinea pig, made him prouder than ever, and he was worth a whole guinea. He would not even speak to the others. But one day a little boy came and bought Weeky for ninepence. This was a terrible blow to his pride, and {he could not look his friends in the face before he left them. Very soon he was quite hap gain for the lit- tle hoy s so kind to him that he learned to love him dearly. “Why is Weeky called a guinea pig, father?” asked his new master one day. “He only cost ninepence?”’ He was called after the place he came from, sonny,” said the fathe “his name has nothing to do with hi worth. “And to think how foolish I've heen”” said Weeky to himself; “but I'll never be proud again. ROSE BLAIN, Age 12. Norwich Tow The Faithful Mare. Among the horses in the stables of Farmer Brown none was so well treated and so well fed as the old &t mare, The farmer had cause for this for the horse had served him faithfully when the mare voung. Then it had been his only driving horse, and not once had the horse failed him. When Farmer Brown died. he left his prop to his son. The son's policy was to get the most work out of the hor: and soon the horses be- n to show signs of being overwork- ed. The old farmer’s faithful services of ge and worl ers. One day, as was his he went into the woods, bringing the old mare with him to haul logs. A piece of wood fell on his leg, injuring it so that he was helpless. An idea occurred to him. Calling the old mare to him, he ped the bridle and the old mare thfully dragged him home. The mare was no longer worked by the grateful son and died of a ripe old age in peace. SARAH HYMAN, Age 12. son forgot the the mare and its ed him as hard as the usual custom, e A Birthday Gift. A workbasket was given me by my mother on my birthday. It arrived by mail in the afterncon. It was made of wood ty linings. There was nd had dain- drawer and some trays. It had hinges There was tape in the workbasket and my initials were on the et There was also thread, thimble and an emer: The e er w-s vellow and embossed. I shall use it when I se\ clothes for my doll or mvself. 1 have used it to make an apron and a dress for my doll. I think I shall make a cap for mvself next. ALFREDA WALKER, Age 11. Gurleyville. A Canadian Fisherman. Seated on a pile on a dock in Mon- treal, sat on old fisherman he had on a suit of rusty brown clothes, and up- on his head was perched an old bat- tered soft hat with a large rent in the port side as he described it. His face was tanned a bronze hue by forty years of sun but what attracted at- tention was the broad and genial smile that covered his whole expanse of face. He was known by the men, women and children as Smiley because of the continuous smile that seemed to be a part of him and seemed to stay on forever, in bad weather or good wea- ther, good luck or bad luck. When he spoke there was a curious accent that told of a French and Canadian ances- try. He frequently took the children out with him and did many favors for them and made himself a general fa- vorite, it was often sald that the chil- dren with him were as safe as with their mothers. ESTHER HYMAN, Age 12, Norwich. Graduation Night. The graduation was held in the au- ditorium of our school. Only gir] sraduated because the school from the 6-B to 8-B is pre-vocational for girls. It was a pleasant evening, that of Tuesday, June 27, and the girls look- ed quite pretty in white as they slow- ly marched in, each carrying a bou- quet of daisies and keeping time to the tune plaved by the teacher which was The Peace Hymn of the Repubiic. The 8-A grade, of which I am a pu- pil, assisted the graduates in singing all’ of the songs except Wiegenlied, a German song of three parts. ~ O~ e e~ W e board of education, each of whom spoke a few words of advice to the raduates. B @nner was served in_the apart- ment for the principal and the mem- bers of the board of education. This dinner was cooked by the girls. Work done by graduates was also on exhibition in the auditorium. There was work from the following classe: Millinery, operating, cooking, indu: rial art, housekeeping, novelty and dressmaking rooms. of the honor graduates on these dit- ferent courses on these different courses. I hope the Wide-Awakes have seen as nice a graduation and hope they will have a pleasant vacation. CBECELIA STERRY, Age 13. Brooklyn, N Rosa Bonheur. Rosa Bonheur was a French painter. She was born in Bordeaux, France, in 1822, and died in 1899. She was the eldest of four children. ‘When she was 7 years old her mother died. Her father, a poor drawing mas- ter, went to live in Paris, where he tcok care of his tamily. He was a hard working man. Kosa ran wild. She gathered Howers in the woods and played in the flelds. Her face was wanned, her hair was tangled and her clothing was strange and odd. Her iather sent his motherless girl to school to learn writing and arith- metic. The other well dressed children teased and laughed at her. Rosa did not care. But she drew pictures, and these pictures were found out and she wus _sent home. When Rose came home from school she became her father's housekeeper. She took care of her brothers and sis- ters and kept the little home in order; but she liked best to use her pencil. She would zather the little ones about her and teach them how to draw sketches. Once she found some clay in a ditch and with it she modeled figures. The children made friends with the dogs and sheep in the fields near their They owned a goat which sup- plied them with milk. Rosa Bonheur became a famous painter. Some of her paintings are Lions at Home, The Horse Fair and Highland Cattle, GRACE MAHONEY, Age 11 Colchester. The Birds’ Home. Each mother bird has her own way of making the nest, but there is one thing almost all of them try to do, and that is to hide it. They cannot put their little homes out in plain sight, as we do our houscs, because so many Creatures want to rob them—squirrels, snalkes, rats, cats and many others like to eat eggs and young birds. Most_birds try, first of all, good hiding piaces Some tiny arblers go to the tops of the tallest trees and hide their nest among' the leaves. Orioles hang their swinging cradie at the end of a branch where cats, snakes and naughty boys cannot come. Song sparrows tuck their little home in a tuft of weeds on the ground, and bobolinks hide in the deep grass. to find After a place is found they hunt around ana gather material to build their nome with. They use grass, twigs, fine strips of bark, strings, norsehair, wool and many other things. Robins and swallows make their nests of mud. As they go on buildin: the mother bird gets inside and turns around and around to make it fit her form. Some birds’ nests are only platforms where it would seem as though the eggs would roll off, and others are deep burrows or holes in the ground where no one can get in. Some are dainty baskets hung between two twigs and others are cups of felt with lichens outside. There are as many different ways as there are varieties of birds to make nests. HARRY LEVI, Age 12, Bozrahville. The First Day on the Beach. Everything w w to my sister and I when wi ved at the sea- shore. With shovels and pails we ran to the water. We made a house in the sand, dug wells, gathered shells nd pebbles, and talked over the large waves. While my sister Catherine was deep in argument, Mary was full of mis- chief which she could not overcome. When all was quiet she drew an im- mense piece of seaweed and flung it round me. Mary started and I followed, hitting her at every step until she cried, but she was very mad, and while Mary waited for Catherine she slipped off her shoes and stockings and jumped into the water and Mary followed, and what a race they had. Through the water and over the sand. At last they both stopped on a rock to rest. They were all out of breath and their hair was all over their faces; their feet and heads were bare and wet and covered with bits of sea- weed, all the result of this race. MILDRED Are 15 Stafford Springs Our Graduation Exercises. The members of the eighth of the P. uation exer June the In the afternoon each member went over to the hall where the graduation exercises were held, and trimmed it with black and orange crepe paper, for black and oranse were our class colors. Then we went to some of the neigh- bors, asking them for flowers. In a few minutes each one of us came run- ning into the hall with our arms full of bouquets of flowers. We decorated the stage with these, which made it look very preity and attractive. After that we went home to get ready for the graduation exercises. They started about 8 o'clock in the evening. FEach pupil marched up on the stage, carrying a bouquet of white rose buds. There were 14 pupils in all, seven from our school and seven from different schools around. Sing- ing, reading of compositions and es- says, and piano solos helped make the evening very enjoyable. The most enjoyable thing was the play given by the pupils of the seventh and cighth grades, The Man Without a Country,” and each pupil, taking off their part to perfection. grade chool held their grad- Thursday evening, After the valedictory was read the diplomas were presented by the prin- cipal; and the Comstock prizes award- ed to the pupils making the most im- provement during the year. The exercises closed with the song, Annie Laurie, sung by the school. KATHERINE HICKEY, Age 14. Montville. The Deserted House. Dear Uncle Jed: One pleasant Sun- day morning in June I went out for a walk with three of my school friends. It was a typical summer day. The sun was shining bright, the birds were singing their morning songs, and every nod and then we could hear the trickling of a small brook. One object attracted my attention more than any thing else, and that was an old deserted farm house. This farm house stood by a lonely country road about three miles from the near- est village. It waz a low, two- storied house, originally white, but now gray and weather-beaten and slowly crumbling to ruin. Only a few of the windpws had panes of glass in them, the broken blinds swung back and forth with the gentlest breeze, and the roof full of holes. Behind _ the house stretched away the meadows “We had ‘many visitors from thekwhich are filled with 2w Nt N~ e bright-eyed Compositions were written by some ! daisies, golden and sweet-scented clo Tooking toward (he cast can be seen the large apple orchard. Upon stroll- ing around in it we found an old seat under one of the apple trees in full sight of the house; and dreamed of the' many sights it may have witnessed. As it was after six o-clock we de- cided to go home and left the house standing in its desertedness. DOROTHY V. CLARK, Age 12, Norwich. ‘butter-cups, The Three Brothers: Once upon a time there lived three poor little dwarfs -in a tumble-down house by a roadside, and each dwarf owned a china mus. One little dwarf was- stingy. He did his mug up in tissue paper and cotton batting and kept it locked up in his third bureau drawer. “I will keep it safe,” sald the first brother, “where nobody can use it is my mug and my mug shall never get broken, and when I want a drink I ican use my brother’s mug,” he said. The second little dwarf was selfish. He carried his mug in his pocket. I am going to keep it for mysel The third little dwarf was generous. “I am glad I own a pretty mug! Ev- eryone can use it. It is the very thing to offer it to 'a thirsty traveler who stops at our tumbled down house. Even my brothers can use it, t00,” he said. Now one day_there came a_traveler on the dusty high road. He was thirsty and tired. He saw the well, and he went up to the door of the tumble-down house, and knocked, rat- tat-tat! The stingy dwarf was pretending sweeping and was only sweeping crumbs under the mat. The selfish dwarf pretended sleep- ing. The generous dwarf was in the kit- chen scrubbing the hearth with a mop. His sleeves were rolled up. He went to the door. The traveler ask- ed for a drink. He went to get his mug, but the handle was broken and the rim was niched, by his brothers. He asked his brothers for theirs, but they would not sive it to him. So he took his mug and said, “I am sor- ry I haven't got a better mug to offer you.” The stranger asked if he had a big pail. “Yes,” said Generous, and he ran to get it. ipail. He put the mug in the pail of water. At the first dip, the handle became new; at the second dip the mug turned new, and the house to a beautiful house! brothers came running out, gentle and kind as ever. His brothers never again were sel- fish or stingy. The three brothers were given by the old man a pot of gold. They lived happy ever after- wards. BERTHA TAFFEL, Age 12. Norwich. Outcoor Exerclses. Out of door air is the purest of air. For this reason we should live in the open air as much as possible. Gypsies are usually strong and heaithy, although they are exposed to all_sorts of weather. Such games as golf, tennis, football and baseball are excellent for young people, because they not only give ex- ercise, but outdoor that the of good air. Bicyeling is fine exercise if the rider i straight, rides slowly, and stops before he is too tired: skating and rowing are also good exercises. Every boy and girl who lives near the. ocean, a lake, river, or pond should learn to swim. Walking is a good exercise, t00, be- cause it allows one to take fresh air {into the lungs. Children should run and well as walk. When we want the fire in the stove to burn faster we open the draft to give it more air. In this way is the body when we walk fast or run. ESTHER SHERSHEVSKY, Age 12 Norwich. which long exercise player gets jump as Surprises of Vacation. ‘Say, =irls, let'’s go and have a little picnic! You know we can sit under the nice pine trees, they are soo cool, and that pretty little brook which runs along the mountain will be so refreshing to us on_this hot day.” This was the speech Grace Ashley gave to her companions on Wednes- day morning, the day after school was out, and all the merry girls and boys had put their books away once more for the good, old summer vacation. “Just the thing,” cried five other girls. “We will all go this afternoon at 1 o'clock. “Yes, and we can take mother's big lunch basket and bring some . nice cookies, and cheese crackers, and some olives, and that nice big boxX of straw- berries that the groceryman brought to our house this morning,” said tiny Edna May. “That's just it, all the girls, basket!” o after dinner five young sirls were busily preparing for thejr little outing to the woods, and at last every- thing being ready, the merry group started on their way. “My! Isn't this claimed the_ sgirls. little girlie!” cried “we musn't forget that st grand!” ex- “Grace, you are a peach for thinking of such a thing.” “Now Mildred, You bring the water from the brook, while Loretta will lay the spread for the goodies.” “Edna, you may pick some of the pretty flowers along the brook, but do be careful and not fall in, while Grace and I will look around and see what we can find.” This time it was Pau- line Ashe who spoke, for she was the oldest of the group and had had ex- perience with the picnic outings before. But came running back all excited, “Oh, Pauline, Edna has fallen into the lit- tle_stream, what shall we do?” little bank of the sparkling brook with while saving to herself, “Now, what they see me all wet? told me couldn’t help it. My feet slipped and I couldn’t stop them from falling.” The girls took her by the hand and brought her back with them to the place where Loretta had laid the dain- ty_spread. “Now, girls, please sit.down and eat before we have any mniore mishaps,” said the dainty maid. So when every one was seated, Edna began to tell how she happened to fall into the stream, being sure to mention it ‘wasn't her fault, for her feet just gave away and in she tumbled. . How the girls did laugh, and how they enjoved the lunch, no one knew but themselves. At 7 o’clock they started home and what do you suppose happened? Well, of course, Edna fell asleep and each girl had to take turns in carrying her, but another great surprise they re- ceived when they arrived home was that their aunt from New York had arrived, for you know these little girls were cousins, Edna and Mildred be- ing_sisters. “Now girls,” said the kind lady, “your mother has decided to let you come and spend two weeks in the city with me; and of course, I know you won’t object.” “Hooray!” cried the. merry girls, “all our pleasures are coming at once. at a nice auntie, what a good And Pauline e The stranger dipped water in the| The third dip the)asaiist them. Here is.proof and baby’s picture The nurse says: “Iam sendinga]you the photograph of a happy, health: i baby who sut%:ered fromy a chafed, sore, inflamed skin and was relieved immediately by kaes’ Comfort Powder. In my work as a nurse I have found Comfort Powder to wornder’foritching, chafing, 8 g in soreness.’’— Martha B. Pursel, Reg. Nurse, Berwick, Pa. Not aplain talcum powder, but a highly medicated preparation which combines healing, soothing end antiseptic qualities unequalled to heal skin soreness of in- fants, children and sick people. Used and endorsed for 20 years by leading physi- cians, nurses and mothers. Ask for Sykes’ Comfort Powder. At Drug and Dep’t Stores, 25 cents. THE COMFORT POWDER C0., Boston, Mass, mother, and what.a happy world!” : ANGIE WHITE. Stafford Springs. “ . Too Many Witnesses. Déar ‘Uncle Jed: I will tell you what happened at my school one day. When my teacher was sick, a dif- ferent teacher came t oteach us. At noon when the teacher went. for din- ner the children were playing in the scheolnouse. A picture of the Decia- ration of Independence fell from the wall and the glass got broken. When the teacher came back some of the girls tried t oblame it on the boys, but there were too many witnesses The teacher said she would pay for the picture. When our teachér came back said - “Do not play in the schoolhouse.” LOUIS POLLOCK, Age 12. Eaglevlile. she 1 SR 4 Greene and Cornwallis. When' General Gates went north in disgrace Greene was put in command of the southern armies. General, Greene's men had hardly any food, clothing or money. They were very .brave. Greene sent General Morgan against General Tarleton who was on the Brit- ish side. Greene was om the Ameri- can side. They met at Cowpens. Mor- san had about. nine hundred men, Tarleton-about one thousand, one hun- der. The British had about two hun- dred and thirty men killed and wound- ed and six hundred taken prisoners. Morgan joined Greene. Cornwallis chased them across the Carolinas. They got into - Virginia just ahead of Cornwallis. He didn't dare to chase them further because he knew that Greene would receive more men. Green received more men and re- turned and fought his enemy at Guil- fora court house. C. Greene was defeated, but withdrew in good order. He crippled Cornwall The British army was tired and al- most starved. Cornwallis’ men were not able to 2o to Charlestown where to the woods' his supplies were kept, so he decided to go to Wilmington, where he could write and talkk with the English fleet. The French fleet came ovar with 6,000 fresh troops in command of Rochambeau. Washington went to Lafayette w his men. Cornwallis was surrour He had only one way to.escape, was to cross the York river and re- treat. A heavy storm stopped him. After three weeks he surrendered. ELIZABETH PARKER, Age 13 Mansfield. ed. that The Menagerie. My mother was always wishing for a canary bird but she thought her wish never would come true. At last the-Stafford fair came and on the last day there was a man o the outside of the gate selling canar birds.. He wanted one dollar and half for them,:but no matter how much they cost, my mother purchased one. We brought it home and the next day my: father went down street and got a lovely bird cage. We put him in his new cage and gave him some food and he began to sing lovely. The following Thursday my_father took . a trip to New York and when he came home, to our surprise he brought a little guinea pig home and a baby doll for me. We also have a chameleon and a trained kitty. We ask him to beg for a piece of meat and he will crawl up our shoulders. The guinea pig has got a comfortable little bed, in back of the warm fire! and the chameleon sleeps _on the- plants. MILDRED E. WHITE, Age 14, Stafford Springs. will' mama and the girls say when | stories to you has not to fall in, but I just|play like kittens. LETTERS TO UNCLE Woodchucks. Dear Uncle Jed: My father told my JED. arrangements of | youngest brother and I that he would give us ten cents for every wood- it wasn’t long before Mildred |chuck we could catch. I have had two traps set for them ail summer. The other day my brother was coming from the potato field and saw Eagerly the girls ran back to where | 5 Jjttle woodchuck only half grown. He Edna May was, and were .more than|kad a hoe and tried to hit him, but surprised to see her standing on the|could not. That night he told me about it and 1 set a trap there. The next not a tear in her eves, and carefully | morning T looked at it and I had the brushing her pretty pink dress, all the | woodchuclk. My brother, who has written many aught five, The small woodchucks will run and \They are cunning at play, but they are very destruc- tive as they eat grass, clover, and all kinds of vegetables. They also trample down the grass, so- it is hard to mow. T think they must be hungry after . sleeping all winfer in the ground. FRANK M. GRAY, Age 9. ‘Willimantic. ! The Load of Hay. Dear Uncle Jed: Mr. Smith, a farm- er, was coming home from work one night - when he saw a load of hay by his gate. trying to put it in a wagon. Mr. Smith said: “You Seem to be tired working. <Won't you have some supper. ?” “No,” said the boy, ‘my father wouldn't like it “Never .mind, I don’t think he'd " geiid Mr. Smith. h, yes, he would,” said the bov. "Your father must be a queer man,” said Mr. Smith. “Why wouldn't he “Because he's under the hay,” said the boy. HELEN LOWENBERGER, Age 9. Norwich. The art of candy making orisinated e S b ‘A boy was working hard | i