Norwich Bulletin Newspaper, July 13, 1916, Page 9

NORWICH BULLETIN, THURSDAY, JULY 13, 1916 THE WIDE AWAKE CIRCLE BOYS AKD GIRLS DEPARTMENT Rules for Young Writer 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. Do not use over 250 words. 4. Original stories or letters only will be used, 5. 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, Be nobody else but you.” POETRY. Johnny's History Lesson. I think of all the things at school A boy has got to do, That studying history, as a rule, Is worst cf all, don’t you? Of dates there are an awful sight, And though I study day and night, There's only .one I've got just right, That's 1492. Columbus crossed the Delaware In 1492; We whipped the British fair and square In 1492, At Concord and at Lexington ‘We kept the redcoats on the run ‘While the band played “Johnny Get Your Gun!” In 1492, Pat Henry, with his dying breath, In 1492, Said, “Give me death In 1492. And Barbara Frietchie, so 'tis eaid, liberty or give me Cried, “Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, But T'd rathe ‘twould be your own instead!" In 1492, The Pilgrims came to Plymouth Rock In 1492, And the Indians standing on the dock Asked, “What you going to do?” And they said, “We seek your harbor drear That our children’s children’s children dear May boast that their forefathers land- ed here In 1492. Miss Pocahontas saved the life In 1492 Of John Smith and became his wife In 1492. 4And the Smith tribe etarted then and there, And now there are John Smiths everywhere, But they didn’t have any Smiths to spare In 1492 Kentucky was settled by Daniel Boone In 1492, And 1 think the cow jumped over the moon In 1492. Ben Franklin flew his kite so high He drew the lightning from the 4And Washington coudn't tell a lie In 1492, THE STARS. By HANNAH RATISHER. Shining 'bove the wicked world, Candles without jars, White, and calm, and quiet, still, Are the twinkling stars. Always pleased and satisfied, Brighter are their kin, Still, my heartends to the stars, Models have they been. Models, true, for us they are; Lessons from them take; Always watching, guarding us, Alwa; wide awake. UNCLE JED'S TALK TO THE WIDE- AWAKES. There never was an age in which boys and girls needed sharper eyes or more careful action than they do today. Wherever they may wander auto- mobiles are likely to be met, and on turnpike or country roads where there are no side-walks they should give these road-engines all the room there is. It is better to get off the road in response to the horn than it is to take a risk which may result in an injury which will cripple one for life. There is a great deal of carless driving and there is no lack of stupid action on the part of those who are on foot. It you have a dog with you do not leave him to take care of himself and then bemoan his loss if he is killed. Automobilists do not like to run over dogs. In fact, they often imperil the lives of all ‘'with them in order to avold injuring them. It is a good rule for boys and girls on the roads to get out of the way and take everything they may have with them out of the way. Where there is danger it is always foolish to take a risk. The automobilists are not to blame for tae camrelessness or bewildered | corduct of any one on the road. They have all they can do to attend to their machines, and everybody on foot should take care of themselves. Do not be frightened, but always be cautious. Recognize that there is a chance for an aceldent, especially if you stand too near a passing car and give it plenty of room. If part of the party goes to one side of the road ard part to the other do not conclude that you will join them and risk running over to them when you know the oncoming car is peril- ously near, for a great many little folks and grown folks have been in- Jured or killed by just such action as this. Safety first! should be your motto, and then it should be lived up to. It is always well to stop when you know better than to run a risk. Do not take a risk where the water is too deep, or by clmbing trees or clambering over a stone-wall, or jumping from hay-mows upon a hard board floor. There is no pleasure in broken bones; but there is much suffering to say nothing of the danger of not be- ing so well ever after. Bear these things in mind, Wide- Awakes, and you will not be for life suffering paint or regretting a foolish action, LETTERS OF ACKNOWLEDGMENT Albert Leffingwell, of Norwich:—1 thank you very much for the prize- bock you sent me. I have read a few pages and have found it very interest- ing. Nellio Lynn, of Stafford Springs:— Thank you very much for the prize- book you sent me, The Bobbsey Twins at Snow Lodge. Cecelia Sterry, of Brooklyn, N. Y.:— I received the prize-book entitled The Meadow Brook Girls by the Sea. I have read part of it and find it very amusing at times. All of the books given by Uncle Jed are interesting. Ellen M. Connelly, of Norwich:—I was greatly surprised and pleased in being awarded the book entitled Bun- ny Brow nd His Sister Sue on Grandpa’s Farm. I thank you many times. Carrie A. Gelo, of Lebanon: T thank you very much for the prize book you sent me. I have read it through and found it very interesting. ADD B. T. THE WINNERS OF PRIZE BOOKS. 1—Harold Wild, of Wauregan—Tom Fairfield in Camp. 2—Fanny Ryshpan, of Norwich— Ruth Fielding on Cliff Island. 5—Grace Mahoney, of Colchester— Madge Morton’s Victory. 4—Marian M. Wheeler, of Stoning- ton—The 1s of Central High on the Stage. —Cecelia Sterry, of Brooklyn, N. Y. adge Morton's Trust. 6—Mary A. Burrill, of Stafford Springs—Tom Swift and His Big Tun- nel 7—Walter Gavigan, of Willimantic— | The Golden Talisman. 8—Florence Gayeski, of Colchester— Tom Swift and His Phcto Telephone. STORIES WRITTEN BY WIDE- AWAKES. How | Won My Book About a month ago, I decided I would, write a letter to Uncle Jed and see if I could not win a prize book. As I had written only once be- fore, T did not know whether I could or not. For my topic I chose, “Why Girls Should Learn to Cook,” an easy sub- ject to begin with. When it was fin- ished, I sent it to The Bulletin Office. It was sent on a Monday. and all week I kept wondering if I would get @ prize. I did not expect to. The first thing I when I gzot home from school Thursday night was to lock over the list of prize-winners. One of the first things that I read was ‘‘Beatrice Burnham, of Hampton, “His Lordskip's Puppy.” The next day, I found the book had arrived. I started to read it right away, and enjoyed it very much. Since then, quite a few people have read it, and they all told me they thought it was very interesting. BEATRICE BURNHAM, Age 13. Hampton, Only a Dream, Ted had been having a glorious cel- ebration. His Uncle Tim had sent him a plentiful supply of firecrackers, pin-wheels, pistols and other articles dear to the hearts of small boys. Be- sides these things he used his owm in- genuity in various ways to amuse himself, and succeded in escaping with two cut fingers, three burns and sev- cral black and blue spots. But this perfect day ended as all things must, and it was a tired but thoroughly happy boy who ate an carly supper and went to bed. It was very dark and the boy very small, two things which perhaps ac- count for his terror. He lay in his Tabby and The story of poor little ‘Motherkin” and her babies in a recent Thursday Bulletin made me think the true life story of “Tabby and Her Bables”, might be interesting to the Wide- Awakes. Kittens were plentiful in my child- hood home, but my boys had never seen one too small to play until this spring. A year ago our cat foll a victim to the chicken-stealing habit, and we were catless until we heard that a kitten in the.village was.so homesick bis new owners.wanted to give him nway, and the children went after b ‘Tommy Teddy”, a handsome gray wind black striped kitten, took to us at »nce and follows his little master like v dog, but when a few wecks later a pretty gray and,white, with gleams of 7ellow, followed home and I found ihe had been in the street, [ took her in ommy and Tabby pecame important members of the ‘amily. . One day this spring Tabby was nissing and after ‘a search I heard i:lr purring softly,' and.when I,looked o my partly open box'of clean.bed inen she raised her paws and proud- ¥ showed me-three tiny ‘babies. . The_chjldren-were so-delighted with Her Babies| the news that I let them take a sly peep that night and the next day I lifted them out one by one to be seen “just a minute.” After the little eyes opened they were taken out for a- few minutes every day and cuddled to the joy of the proud little mother. We had never hurt her and she knew we would not hurt her little ones. Tommy wae not pleased with them at_first, but now he is friendly. ‘They are surely “some cats.” Mis- chief looks out of every brikht eye and every paw is ready. One is gray “Jackie”; one is yellow amd white “Cute”; and the third is yellow, black and white “Pansy.” They play with the children’s bare toes; my sewing is pin; curl up in chairs, hats or baskets, and woe unto the one who hurts them. The childrenlearn to be kind to “mother animals,” and that baby an- imals are just as tender .and easily hunt as human babies, and{the kittens trust us as much as they do the moth- errcat. If his little master cries T« runs to him at once, and if he is sick the cat stays beside him. If your cat does not love you,it is because you have.not shown:her.how bed, not daring to move and watched the spirits take possession of his room. One by one they approached his bed, gazed sorrowfully at him and took their places in the line being formed around his bed. When a complete circle had been made they began to chant, very slowly and distinctly “We are the avenging spirits of the cows and horses you have this day scared, of the birds driven from their homes, of the fire- crackers you have destroyed, of the cats and dogs to whose tails cans and pails have been attached, and of the fingers you have cut and burned. Take heed to yourself for your next warning will be more severe. Fed awakened and reallzed that it was all a 4ram, but nevertheless, be profited by his experience and now celebrates the Fourth of July in a safer way. DOROTHY W. BURNHAM, Age 15. Hampton. Two Friends, = Podger is a deg. Kitty is a cat. They play the best of friends. When Kitty first came Podger was jealous. Kitty was petted and he al- Ways the pet, wasn't noticed. Once he nipped Kitty and was slapped. He went in the corner of the room and growled. One day their mistress went out. When she came home what should she see but Podker and Kitty the best of friends. They both were sleeping, and Kitty was between Podger's paws. Another day when Kitty jumped on the table she was slapped. Kitty jumped down, ran to Podger, who tried his best to comfort her. Now when anybody tries to hurt Kitty, Podger growls. They are the best of friends HELEN LOWE: Norwich, NEERGER, Age 9. Our Picne. O Bourth of July Iogiine we et ed on a picnic which we had planned the week before. We reached the ground about half past ten, and, while the men were setting up the table and preparing the ake, two of us boys went out We went down the river a but were called back to had clams, brown bread and white bread, ice-cream, water- melon, root-becr and lemonade. In the afternon we played games and went out rowing. It soon started raining and we had to go home, al- though we wanted to stay longer. HAROLD WILD, Age 13. ‘Wauregan. little dinner. wa; We A Dog Who Saved a Child, Long ago there lived a_happy cou- ple with their only child. It was,about five months old. They also had'a dog named Rover and they could trusi him to stay with the baby while they went to_town. Onc day, as usual, they went to town, and upon their arrival they found the dog in a big heap, for he ired after his struggle with a hat tried to sting the baby. ster overcome with fright drew his gun and shot the di After more closcly he found the in a big rocking-chair cooing to If unaware of all that had hap- te, forgave himseclf for killing the dog that saved his only child’s life. MILDRED T. DUNN, Age 12. Norwich. Ballooning. “All for the small sum of fifteen d laughed as he laig five glass s on the table. “What are we going to do?” Wil asked. “Blow bubbles as big as a man’s head,” Fred answered. Then he called to Edith and asked her to hurry with “that solution of soap.” “Coming!” Edith answered from the kitchen, and she soon appeared. She carefully carried a big blue and white mixing bowl, which she put on the table near the tubes. Alil instantly peeped into the bowl. “Why, it's only soap suds!” she in disgust. ( red was carefully handling a num- ber of paper men and women. Bach figure was cut from a thin paper disk. Fred finally selected five of the best ones. “All take tubes,” he ordered. “Watch me.” Dipping one end of a tube in the solution of soap, Fred blew rapidly and stronsly through the other end. A bubble appeared. Filled with the warm breath, the bubble grew larger, and soon bezan to rise. With- out letting it go, Fred followed it in its rising movement, and while he blew steadily, he turned the end of the tube up, and before long the little bubble was a big bubble. “This balloon,” he said, “is now fully inflated. It is as big as it possibly can be, and now I will show you how this balloon carries passengers, for I am going to attach fhis_figure to the balloon. “You can't! I know you cried Alice. “Seeing is believing,” he said, “as he picked up a little paper man, and made it adhere to the balloon.” “Now I will free the balloon.” “If the temperature is low, break against the ceiling.” “It is going to break!” cried Alice. For a breathless instant it Jooked as if the balloon must break against the can’t!” it will ceiling. Then it floated off and be- gan to descend very slowly. At last the airship struck the edge of the rocker and vanished. Then the fun began. Soon the air ‘was full of bal- loons, carrying passengers. SARAH HYMAN., Norwich. How to Harness a Horse. The different parts of the harness are the saddle, ihe breast collar and the bridle. To the saddle are attach- ed the holdbacks and the crupper; to the breast collar the traces; and to the bridle the bit, the reins and the check rein. In harnessing a horse, first put on the saddle. Fix the crupper under the tail and then fasten the saddle. Then put on the breast collar and then the bridle. In putting on the bridle put the checkrein over the head, then put the bit in the mouth and put the bri- dle over the head. Then fasten all the buckles. When harnessing the horse to the wagon first back the horse into the shafts. Then put the shafts through the loops on the saddle. Then fasten the bellygirt. In fastening the traces put them through the bellygirt, then through the loops on the shafts, and then fasten them to the whiffle- tree. Then fasten the holdbacks by putting them as many times around the shaft as are needed and buckling them. Last of all undo the reins and put them through the rings on the saddle. FLORENCE GAYESKI Colchester. A Barrel-stave Hammock. The barrel staves which constitute almost the only material required for this odd hammock have a one-inch hole bored two inches from each end. The end staves have two at each end, so that they will lie flat when the rope is put in. The ropes are laced up through one hole, down through the next, then up through the next, and so on down each side, where they are run through the ring and again laced through the same holes in the opposite ‘way. 'The loose ends are them put through a ring andtied. The rings should be about two feet from the staves at the ends. There should be twenty-five three-inch staves. Clothesline rope will answer, but the end ropes should be somewhat heavier. The Autobiography of a Chicken. The first thing that I can remember is creeping out of an egg shell and curiously enough when I looked -around 1 saw I was in a strange box, look- ing somewhat like a bureau with ever so_many eggs in it. Many of my sisters and brothers were also gazing around in wonder, for the machine we were in was very large. 3 1 saw a little window near me and I looked out. A beautiful little girl was peeping in and clapping her hands gleefully at me. Before I knew it I had walked to the edge of the machine and fallen into a place which I later found to be called the nursery. There we stayed for two long days till on the third day a young man, with a kind face took us out into the bright sunshine and allowed us to take dust baths. Every day he let us out and that was real life. I can tell you. The young man who took care of us was very kind, indeed, for he never tormented us as some of the little children used to do. Every day some of my playmates died and I was always afraid I would be the next one to g0. We fowls have as much feeling for each other as you human beings, thougsh you don’t think so. One day the young pnan sold me to a woman who was very rough, for she tied my feet with a piece of string. I wondered what she wanted of me, and finally I reached the conclusion that she was going to chop my head off, using me as other 0f my com- rades had been used. But I thought I would show her that a miserable chicken could not be treated in_such a cruel way. I wanted to live! I was only a few months old, and I was go- ing to be killed and eaten. “We shall see,” said I to myself, “if she can do it.” Now, the first thing I did was to un- tie myself, and I did it by biting the string till it loosened and I ran away to_my comrades. I heard the woman yelling: “Where did that chicken go to.” “I had her a minute ago” and all such things. 1 was always afraid she would find me, but I was so much like other chickens that she couldn't find me. You human beings ought to be glad you're not a chicken for the life of a chicken is not valued at all. FANNY RYSLIPAN, Age 13. Norwich. Duty. Everybody, young and old, have some small duties to do in this world. All duties must be done with cour- age and care. We are all accomplished in some duties. Our lives are spent either in doing nothing at all or in doing what we ought to do. We are always ac- complishing some duties. Although our days are few we shouid do our best with them. One of our first duties is to be loyal to_our country. Life is not enjoyable without duties. Keep your heart full of duties and there will be no room for wickedness. There is not a moment without du- ties. Therefore we must begin when We are voung to do them. I cannot count the millions of duties that are done every hour. In fact, there's nothing that keeps youth, so far as I know, but good duties. Every day there are little duties, and life is as but one day repeated. The world to him, as to all of us, is like a medal, the obverse of which is stamped Duties, and to the reverse with care to all Wide-Awakes. LILLIENNE MATHIEU, Age 11. ‘Willimantic. The First Time | Traveled On Train. The first time I traveled on a train of cars was when I went to the coun- try. The engine looked like a big iron horse. We took our baggage on the big horse (as I called it), and we took our seats near the window in a car and sat down to read. In about half an hour the cars be- gan to move. I was very much (afraid at first, but after a while I liked t. We lived in a very small village, so we soon passed the school house and the river in which we used to go bathing. We then came to my aunt's house. My cousin, who was outside, waved her hand to us and we waved back to her. At last our little village was left behind us. We passed rivers and saw_ tug boats, canal boats, ves- sels, vachts, and other boats. The train reached our station at a last. We took our baggage and got off. The train soon after began to move. We looked back at the moving train as we would not see another one until we should go home again. LILLIAN ABRAMS, Age 10. Norwich. Baseball and Love. “My neck is stiff again,” said Roy Davis as he sat down to supper. “It_serves you right,” said his sis- ter, Jessie, “you shouldn't go to the ballgame so much.” “Tll take you again next week if you will try to get interested in it.” When the day came to go to the ball game they went and Jessie kept her eyes on one player especially. When she looked through a field- glass during the game she noticed tne Doy she was watching had got his arm broken. The boy was brother to the girl that sat alongside of Jessie. He and Jes- sie began to make friends right off, and Roy and Helen, the boy's sister, be- came quite good friends, After the ball game they went to lunch in a restaurant. After this day Jessie went to the ballgame quite often. Jack, the ballplayer, and Helen were frequent visitors at the Davis home. In a few years there was a double wedding and even on their honeymoon they did not forget their sport, for it was spent at the training camp in the south. ANNA A. BLATHERWICK. Norwich. The g and the Cakes. Once there was a King so great and wise the people called him King Al- fred the Great. There was war be- iween Denmark and England. In a hard battle the English king sought shelter in the hut of a cow- herd. The cowherd's wife did not know him. She had to leave the house, so she asked him to keep her cakes from burning. After she had left the house he for- got about the cakes and began to think of the troubles of his country. When the woman came in she found her cakes burnt to a crust. She scclded him, but he sald nothing to ber. He thought: “How can I be trusted to rule a country when I can- not even keep cakes from burning.” VIOLA GREENE, Age 9. Colchester. The Haunted House. “Have you heard the news,” said Tom Harris to his chum, Robert Kin- derson. hat is it,” asked Robert. y,” replied Tom, “the people say that the spirit of old Mr. Benton has come to life and haunts the old Ben- ton house. It has been vacant ever since the old man died three years ago.” Now 'that the story has got around the people think it is true be- cause someone heard ,screeching and banging of doors there'the other night. “Come, then, let us:go thers to- night and see‘if we will meet this “spirit.” “All right, T'll go,” replied Tom. “I will call you at 7 o'clock,” added Robert. “At 7 sharp, Rob called Tom and the two“setiout-on their-expedition. Py theygwere atztheir work-pull. ing two large bars from across the door of the old house. The door made a loud noise as it was pushed in. At last they were in the house, Tom lit one of the candles he had taken and they went from room to room. As they could find no one down stairs they resolved to go up. As they reached the top of the stair- case they heard a loud screeching in one of the rooms. A gust of wind blew the candle out and all of a sud- den Robert cried “Something hit me on the head.” Tom lit another candle and in the corner of the room the boys spied two barn owls screeching at a great rate. “So they were the ‘spirit’” laughed the boys, “that the people heard. And to this day Tom and Robert never tire of telling the story of the “haunted” house. WALTER GAVIGAN. ‘Willimantic. Miss Polly Dot. Miss Polly Dot sat on the porch all on a summer day. Rocked her doll, Alinda Bell, who in the cradle lay. When Popsy Doddy came up the walk to have a_little friendly talk, “Good morning, Polly Dot,” cried, “I come to see if you'd like a ride. “O, yes! That's the nicest thing to do. Tl get right in in just a minute, but here’s a tart with jeily in it. I made it every bit myself and hid it underneath the shelf.” Miss Polly Dot held out the tart and her caller took a bite. “I tell you now that's just exactly right. T like the ona who made them, too, when she’s a pretty girl like you. Pretty Polly blushed so red and hid her head and said: “O, my! If that be so, if as you draw me round and round a bear should meet us two.” “O you could get behind that tree and say, ‘Bear, look out for me. I knock him dead right on the ground, even if he weighed a milfion pound.” But while the youthful Dot declares his mighty banner all and told what awful he dare, a dog jumped over the wall. “A dog! A dog! O, my! O, Polly Dot, what shall I do? O let me sct behind you—do mamma; Boo! hoo!” “Come here my precious doggy, do. 1 guess he wouldn't kill a bear if Fido gives him such a scare. He'd better play with Patty Pratt for her dog's nothing but a cat. THELMA BOYNTON. North Franklin. Coal. When I used to live in the coal mine it used to be very dark and dreary. I was_very, very lonely. My neighbors hardly ever talked to me. Men used to be in the mine. They had lanterns on their heads. The men hardly ever come in the part of the mine where I used to live. One day it happened that a man came in the part of the mine where 1 lived. He had a pick and a hammer with him. He began to hammer at me and finally I broke loose from my home. Then he took me out of the mine and put me in a large box with other coal. He let me stay in the mine, Then he took me out and put me in a large boat. In the boat I met one of my friends. The boat went far out at sea. It was two days before I saw land again. I was very glad. They took my friends and me to a barn and put us in a bag. They then took us to a store and sold us to a lady. She put us in the stove and we burned for awhile. I became ashes then. The lady threw me away on the street. I am in the road. I do not think you would know me now. I have changed to dirt for 1 lie in the road yet. ESTHER CRAMER. Andrew Jackson’s Boyhood. Andrew Jackson was born 1767 in North Carolina. When he was ten vears old he used to go down to the blacksmith shop and make weapons out of old iron. Sometimes he would say to his mother, “I'll fight the red- coats when I g to be a man.” ‘When he was fourteen years old he was a tall boy about five and one-half feet in height, Once when he had been down to the blacksmith shop to make a weapon a Redcoat seized him and took him to their general. The general's boots were muddy so he said, “Boy, get down and clean my boots.” Then the boy spoke up boldiy and said, “I'll clean no man’s muddy boots.” This made the general angry so he drew his sword and struck at the boy. ‘The boy stopped the blow with his hand, but the general had cut an ugly gash in his hand and forehead. Some British who were standing by said, “Shame on you, general. That boy is brave. He ought to be treated as a soldier.” One night Andrew Jackson made his escape and not long after that he join- ed the army. CLAUDE ROBINSON. Yantic. The Fate of a Rose. Once T used to live in a forest. There were many kinds of flowers there and T used to sit up and chat with my neighbors. One bright sunny day I was talking with my friend, the Rose, a lady came in and said that she wanted me to be carried to her house. I was planted in her back vard in a very pleasant spot. The lady had 2 little girl. The little girl gave me a drink of water every day. I grew up into a tall slender tree and pink and white blossoms came out on my branches. The blossoms were on me for one weck and then they-fell off. Another week passed and I bore nice red apples. When I was good and ripe they picked the apples from my branches and they sold me to a little girl. Her mother made me in some Jelly. ESTHER CRAMER. Politeness. President Jefferson was a very po- lite man. One day when he was out riding with his grandson they met an old negro slave who tipped his hat as they passed by. The president re- turned the greeting; but his grandson did not. Then President Jefferson turned to his grandson and said: “What, will you let a poor negro be more of a gentleman than you are?” WILLIAM_WALDEN, Age 13. Yantic. The-Artist and the Birds. There.was once an artist who loved birds. He said, “I love to hear them sing. I like to see them fly from tree to tree.” One day he saw a man who had many birds in a cage. The man wished to sell his birds. The artist was sorry for them. He wished they could fly to the woods. He said: “I will buy all your birds.” The man was Very glad to sell them. The artist took the cage and he let every bird fly away. the ‘Was not this artist kind to birds? His name was De Vinoi. EDNA LAWTON, Age 6. The Fourth of July. It was a bright beautiful morning on the Fourth of July. ‘We got up earlier than usual and did our work. Then we could hear noises of fire- works which told us that same had begun to celebhate the day of our In- dependence. 1 went down to the store and spent a dollar for fireworks, fruit and can- dy. Then I came home and shot off some of the fire crackers with my brothers and sisters and schoolmates. I kept some until night. During the time we were firing off some of our fire crackers, one of my Aschoolmates ;threw, a firecracker and burnt Charlie’s hand. It was pain- ful, but he got over it quickly. Then they all wanted a parade, so we got in line and marched around the vard. There were twenty in all Then when it became dark my fath- er said we could have our fireworks. So I went in and got them. I found more with them, for father had given us more. So all came out and watch- ed us. There were sky rockets, tor- pedoes and many other kinds. At 9 o'clock they all went home. They said they had had a good time. GRACE MAHONEY, Age 11 Colchester. Farmer Sprcat’s Strawberries. Jim, a mischievoius boy of twelve, lived with his old Aunt Jane. One hot Sunday morning, _after much teasing, his aunt allowed him to visit the Morgan twins, boys of his age. Now, these boys were also very mischeivious. They proposed to Jim that he go with them to the village to see the nmew post ofice. This Jim gladly did. While returning they grew very hangry. Fred Morgan said _that Farmer Sproat had a fine strawberry patch and that the farmer and his wife were away. This information pleased the bovs, and soon they were in the patch eat- ing the delicious berries. ‘When the last berry was eaten, the boys started for home. Soon they discovered a black cloud in the sky and they well knew that one of the dreaded wind storms would scon be upon them. They ran as far as Morgan’s and upon reaching the door the storm broke. All night it rageq fiercely. Jim was very sick, both from exhaustion and from eat- Ing so many strawberries. In the morning Jim was much bet- ter, and Mr. Morgan carried him Mome. Jim confessed to his aunt, but she did not whip him. She punished him a better way. He was raising a pig and she made him sell it to repay Farmer Spoat, whose berries he had stolen. Jim learned a good lesson, one he never forgot. Fe never stole any one’s strawberries after that, for he had intended to sell his pig to get money _to go_to the circus with. MARION M. WHEELER, Age 14. Stonington. How She Got It. Mrs. Green, a very poor woman who took in washing, had an only daughter whose name was Daisy. Peing near the end of the term all the girls in her class were allowed to bring story books, etc. | Daisy had only two which were given to her by her uncle when she was about four years old. She did not care for them now because she thought she had grown too_ old for “Mother Goose Rhymes,” and as she sat on the steps idly picking the grass from the plot in front—a paper blew her way. She quickly picked it up intending to give ft to her moth- er, who saved all papers for nec- essary use. Something on the paper cavght her eve. A string of stories with the writer's name attached to each. Daisy was beginning to understand. She knew now that if she would en- deavor to write a good story she might get a “long wished for book. She would not tell any body and if she was disappointed mo one would know or feel it but herself. Imagine her happiness when on Thursday morning folrowing that Sat- urday she posted the story, she re- ceived her book. TRunning to her mother she display- ed her treasure, saving whenever she wanted a book again she would not worry her, but earn one herself. CECELIA STERRY, Age 13. Brooklyn, N. Y. g Strawberries. Tast week my friend and I went picking strawberries in a lot nearby. We had to climb a hill to get the strawberries. Soon all of us were busy picking. As we were picking one of us rolled down the hill. Pretty soon another one rolled down. My _strawberries spilled out, so I didn't have any. We didn’t care for that place so we _went picking on the road. | Pretty soon we all climbed a small [hill, and were picking the strawber- ries. As we were picking a man came along, and he said: ,“What are you doing?’ Then we be- came frightened nd were afraid. Then we found we knew the man and were not_afraid. We scratched our hands awful. This was the end of picking strawberries that day. We came home with our pafls full of strawberries. Mother liked the strawberries very much. One of my friends made some fel- Iy and it was lovely. We had a love- ly time. ANNIE RESMICK, Age 13. BozrahviPe. - How to Make Candy Puffs. I am sending a recipe for making candy puffs as I thought some of the Wide-Awakes might like to try it. Materials: One pound sugar, one cup water, whites of two egss, one cup chopped nuts, one teaspoon flav- oring extract. Boil the water and sugar until they form a heavy thread. Beat _the eggs very stiff. Pour the syrup slow- Iy over the beaten eses, stirring all the time. When all the syrup has been used, keep beating until the mass begins to harden, then add the flavor- ing and nuts, mix thoroughly, and place by the spoonful on a greased platter. Make the puffs the size and shape of a large egg. I hope those of vou who try this above recipe will like it, as T do. LILLIAN M. BREHAUT. East Norwich, N. Y. Jumbo. “Jumbo” is my dog. He is all black with long curly hair and is five years old and does a lot of tricks. He eats evervthing, and hunts woodchucks and rabbits. His mother’s name was “Guess.” She has short, black halr. Jumbo likes to go swimming. kills snakes, and never bites me. ARTHUR DECHAND. North Ashford. He The Founding of Rome. There once lived a king in Alba Longa whose name was Numitor. He cared little for his kingdom, but liked to watch his sheep and lambs. He had two children, a promising boy of twelve and a lovely daughter, called Rhea Silvia; and also, a younger brother. named Amulius. Apaulius was a dark faced fellow and was always ready to de some mis- chief. He sald, “If T were king things would be differen One dpy when Numitor was tending his sheep Amulius took possession of his throne and would not let him come back. Numitor would have been happy if his children could live with him, but news came to him one day that Amul- jus had slain his son and that the fair (Rhea Silvia was shut up in pris- on. He grieved long for his chil- dren, but after a few years he heard that Rhea Silvia had escaped. ‘Amuliys was uneasy when he knew that Rhea Silvia was out of prison, so he sent some soldiers to search the lal}d for her, but the search wag in vain. People thought that a warrior in a near country had loved her once and had now saved her from prison. 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One day when ° the false king Amulius was looking out of the win- dow at the water in the lowlands, he heard a noise at the door and twc shepherds came in with a basket In their arms. “What have you Amulius. “Wait, and T will show vou” sald the first shepherd. “While we wera driving our flocks up the mountatn side we saw a woman standing on a stone at the edge of the river. We knew it was Rhea Silvia and we were going to save her from drowning when she jumped into the river; but on the stone she left these twin baby bo: wrapped in her cloak.” And uncover- ing_the basket he showed the babes. “Why did you not throw the brats in after their mother?” asked Amull« us. harshly. “We dared not do so without vour command,” answered the shepherds. “Well, I command it now,” sald tha Iing. And so the two shepherds went down to the river but could not make up their minds to throw the babes in- to *he raging torrent. “I could not do it,” said the first. “Nor 1, either,” said the second, “Only yesterday I saved two young wolves from drowning.” “I have an idea,” satd the first. “Dac you see’that trough? Catch it before it goes down the stream. We can let the babies figat in it. They dipped the water shecp's trough, wined it placed the babies In it. “They will drown, but we shall not see them,” said the shepherds as the trough sailed down the stream. “Now there lived an old she wolt there?” asked from dry, the and on the mountain side who had lost her voung ones in the flood. Th: trough floated into a smoother place and stopped by a log. As the wolf was passing by she heard the low moaning of the babies. It sounded to her Lke her voung ones, so she went to see. They looked strange to her, and becausc they had no home she tock them to her den where they lived for about a year. At that time a lamb was missing from a shepherd’s flock, o he started ont to find the wolf which had stolen it. . At the mouth of her den the old she- wolf turned to fight, but the shepherd killed her. Then he went into the den to look for young worves. Tmagine his surprise to see there on a rough bed of sticks and leaves, two baby hovs, gooing as if they were in their mother’s lap. The shepherd, whose name was TFaustulus, took the babies home in the torn cloak that was in the den. “These are the babies of Rhea SilI- via that the king ordered to he drown- ed,” said his wife, “shall we take them to him7” “No,” d Faustulus. “Although wa have twelve children of our own, we wiil bring these up as our own, too.” The twins were named Remus and Romulus. They grew up strong and brave ana helped to tend the sheep on the hillside. One day, while tend- ing their sheep they thought that there might be greener grass on Numitor's land, so they drove their sheep over there, but Numitor's, shepherds drove them back. ‘The next day one of the brothers’ sheep was gone. One of Numitor's shepherds has taken it,” said Romulus, and he went to find it. He found the sheep and was going to take it when some of the shepherds jumped from the bushes and seized him. They dragged him down to Numitor. “Here is thg man who is stealing you: sheep,” they said. “Very well, make an end to him” sald Numitor, without raising from the couch. Just then Faustulus had met Re- mus on his way from his hut and teld him about his relation to Numitor. “Would you kill your own grandson, sir.” he said to Numitor. Then Faustulus _hastily story and showed the cloak. “I must believe you,” said Numitor, “For they have the same eyes and looks of Rhea Silvia, and the cloak is the one she wore.” Then the shepherds_shouted, “D'own with King Amulius! We want Remus and Romulus to lead us.” They went to the palace and soon killed Amulius. But Remus and Ro- mulus did not want to stay in the palace. - They wanted to build an- other city nearer where they had been brought up. _They could not agree on a place and began to quarrel, but at last Fomulus got the best of it and be- gar at once to build a_ strong wall around Rome, as the city was called for the leader. As Remus was looking at the wall he sald: “What a high wall” and he leaped over it at one bound. An angry shepherd struck him dead as he jumped. “We kill anyone who passes our wall,” they al cried, as he lay speechless and dving. MARY A-BURRILL, Age 12. Stafford Springs. —_— told ‘the Reward of Patience. Never ask a woman for her reasons. If you will only keep still and wait a while she will give them to you—Bos- ton Transcript. ASK FOR and GET HORLICK®S THE ORIGINAL MALTED MILK