Norwich Bulletin Newspaper, August 31, 1916, Page 9

Rules for Young Writers. Write pluinly on one side of the (goiy, snd gumber the pages. 'se pen ai ink, not ncil. Short and. poinied aricies will Dbe given preference. Do not use over 250 words, Original stories or letters only will be_used, 6. Write your name, age and ad- dress piainly at the bottom of the ¥, Address all communications to Uncle Jed, Bulletin Office. ‘Whatever you are—Be that! ‘Whatever you say—Be true! Straightforwardly act, . Be honest—in fact, Be nobody else but you" 1. $ POETRY. i‘rNE BRAVE LITTLE CHAMPION. % ain't afeara uv srakes, or toads, or ugs, or worms, or mice, An things ‘at girls are skeered uv I think are awful nice! ®m pretty brave, I guess; an’ vet I hate to go to bed, r, when I'm tucked up warm an’ snug an’ when my prayers are said, Mother tells me “Happy dreams! % and takes away the light, n' leaves me lyin’ all alone an' see- ing things at night! LIt is te ing to quote the little man's whole story Lucky thing I ain't a girl, or I'd be skeered to death! Being I'm a boy, I duck my head an’ hold my breath. —Eugene Field. SEPTEMBER. Come, put on children, And t'c them under your chin, And blow the dust from the spelling- 00k, your thinking caps, It's time for school to begin! It's time to be little acholars, And go to work with a will. It's time for dancing toes to learn _The lesson of keeping still. Good-by to the long bright picnic Among the timothy heads. Good-by to the birds in the branches And the wild-fowers in their beds, G00d-by to the brooks and meadows, Good-by, sweet red and white clover! I'!mrc'g work for you, little folks, to 0. Good-by, dear Summer that is over! A. H. D, UNCLE JED'S TALK TO WIDE- AWAKES. Do you know the insects and flowers work together and are all the time producing new flowers; and most of these co-operative flowers cannot re- produce flowers without insect help? #«The i s bring the pollen of other flowers, which may be called the powder of life, and the flower takes it up and in some way weaves new pptterns and the red flower may make sdeds that produce red and yellow d the white flower may make that will produce white and or white and maroon flowers. dahMa is a great variety pro- 1d from a single pod of seeds different varieties may be blooms a seeds grown, a e n . THE WIDE AWAKE CIRCLE : BOYS AND GIRLS DEPARTMENT may vary in color in a half dozen com- binations. Perhaps you do not know flowers have characters, and that it takes a dahlia three years to prove what it is golng to be and a peony five years, and the growers of new flowers have to walt patlently to see what they are to become. Colors war With one another for supremacy, and the red of a red and white flower may make it all red, and so with flowers of mixed colors of all kinds. If the combination of color remains true for three years the flower has fixed its character—it has become standardized or saleable. A flower of one color is a “self,” and those of mixed colors are mongrels, or bybrids. Men learned from the fn- sects how to cause a flower to produce varfable blossoms, or new varletles. It {5 a fact that the snapdragon and the bumble bee are true partners, and all other insects are shut out from lts honey pot. The lip or door of the enapdragon is closed by a spring which the welght of the bumble bee over- balances, and how the flower becomes 80 exactly fitted to the bumble bee no naturalist has ever been able to find out. A simllar relation exists between a trumpet flower in the East Indles and a moth. The flower is 16 inches deep ang the moth which comes to take its heney and to help it fertilize its seed is the only moth in the world that has a tongue or suction tube of this length. This great flower and the moth seem to have been especially de- eigned to work together. The flowers have revealed lots of in- teresting things to man; but as an expression of life, the ablest man has never been able, and is never likely to be sharp-sighted enough to discover all the mysteries of the simplest flower. There is much pleasure in studying the flowers for one's self. THE WINNERS OF PRIZE BOOKS. 1—Anna Anderson, of Norwich— Uncle Sam’s Boys on Field Duty. 2—Mildred T. Dunn, of Norwich— The Submarine Boys of the Spies. _3—Alice M. Gorman, of Vcrsailles— Uncle Sam’s Boys in the Ranks. 4—Mary A. Burrill, of Stafford Sprinzs—The Motor Boat Club and the Wireles 5—Josephine Atwood, of Willimantic —The Submarine Lightning Cruise. 6=~Roland Maurice, of Versailles— The Grammar School Boys Summer Athletics. 7—Esther Hyman, of Norwich—The Submarine Boys for the Flag. 8—Abbic C. Murphy, of Taftville— The Grammar School Boys Snowbound, Winners of prize books living in thc city may call at The Pulletin businecs office for them at any hour after 10 a. m., Thursidoy. LETTERS OF ACKNOWLEDGMENT. Lillian M. Brehaut, of Red Bank, N. J.: 1 thank you for the prize book, “The Automobile Girls at Newport.” It is very interesting, so I enjoy read- a e ¥ be single, come semi-double and some double, and they ing it. Anna A. Blatherwick, of Norwich: In the little village of Hamlet | the large clms were so tall and stately the branches from one side of the road intertwined with the branches of the trees which grew on the other side and formed a canopy or overhead arch all along the main-road for a distance <f four miles. pretty At oposite ends of the main road ifed two thrifty and prosperous men, Mr. Adams and Mr. Jones. The ap- 11 cultivated farms | tiiat thie owners not oRly how to till the soil in a prosperous and successful manner, but they also ved the time spent in | veautifying the grounds about the nouse and in re ng and remodcling | e buildings, amply repaid for the Tor. pearance of these aftested the fact The beautiful flower gardens and well-kept lawns and cverything, even the farm land itself, bespoke careful attention and thoroughness of the work done or superintended by these two men Mr. Adam's son, Jack, admired and oved his beautiful home, but like many another boy, perkaps it was not really a dislike for work, but because ne did not realize the necessity for bding systematic and thorough in his andertakings. was naturally inclined lo work as hastily as possible, regard- ess of how the work was done; and when he was reproved by bis father ‘or being in too much of a hurry to injeh his taek to do it well, he would wickly respond; “Why, father, I should think you would be glad that I wish to work st! Dc you want me ‘0 be a slow worker”? ‘Neither one or the other, unless he work requires it. ‘Everything vorth doing, is worth doing well,’ is 1 oid seying and is as true today as it was when first quoted, my boy. Do jour work as fast as you can, pains- akingly and thoroughly, and no faster, ‘or hastc mokes waste in more ways ‘han one. Learn to be thorough and 0 do well whatever you undertake, inG you will ncver become a trifler but e speed, to accomplish the task well nd right, will come after you have iequired a thorouzh and painstaking sbit.” Jack did wot mean to be disobedient, gt it was his nature to hurry to inish his task, but it must be said to i credit that he was alwavs willing o begin another; he simply aid not ‘ealize that in seeing how much he @ld accomplish he was siighting his tentimes in order to accomplish 1 work quickly he would follow his jgn _inclinations rather than _his *:,r-. Tiles and smggeations, put Mo at heart a good boy. r. Jones' son, Carl, who llved at other end of the town, Was about k's age, 18 years old, both attended High School, Jack in Hamlet and in Sylvester. They were not per- ly acquainted but knew each T ? sight and spcke when they ‘arl was a willing and strong- a-tg'boy. He also loved his home farm, but he realized that 14 not remain in such a flourish- condition unless he was as In- ous and thorough as his father | jen he became a man. He realized t these desires could not be ful @ unless he acquired these habits sile young, so he learned to do the smail tasks sel for him to his father’s satisfaction. Ile became s0 trust- worthy that often times his father would have him transact important business for him. A business deal had to be concluded at once in a distant town and as Mr. Jones could not leave home at that time he sent his son with the requircd orders to close the transaction. He was anxious that the busincss should be attended to at once, but he cau- tioned the boy against driving too fast, for he told him that a Jiorsc could not trot &0 fast in going a long distance as he could in going a short way; but he assured Carl that if he rested and cared well for his horse hs would not he fatigued at the end of the long ride. Mr. Adams sent his son to the same town on that same day. He cautioned him In about the same words ae Mr. Jones dig_his son. Jack drove moderately for a while, and then forgot his father's commands and drove as swiftly as he could with the intent, idea or desiré of reaching his journey's end quicker than his father expected him to. Jack continued to drive his horse at full speed until noon, when he stopped by the roadside just long enough for bis horse to a few oats and him- seif a lunch which he had carried with him, and then proceeded on his jour- ney. When night came he sought shel- ter for himself and beast, but as be did not look after his horse, the animal ate his supper while warm; conse- quently the next morning the horse felt Jaded and nad no appetite for break- ast. Jack could not bear to delay his journey, so, instead of caring for, and glving his horse a rest, Le started once more on his way, still driving in a reckless manner, until his carriage broke down and his horse was too sick to travel farther. A veterinary surgeon was summoned but he pronounced the case hopeless, and said that the death of the horse was due to reckless driving and im- proper care. Carl drove moderately and rested his horse in a stable in the heat of the day, and after both man and beast were rested and refreshed by their good dinner, he resumed his journey. At night his horse was well groomed and cooled off before he was given his supper. The next worning the animal felt ‘as fresh as when he left home. Still Carl continued to drive carefully and cared for his horse at noon the same as on the preceding day. On the second afterncon Carl drove more rapldly and was about to pass Jack, just as the surgeon was shooting the sick horse to end his sufferings. Ho inquired about the poor horse and offered to take Jack into the city. Jack accepted and reached the city a wiser fellow than when he left home, for this experience although an ex- pensive one, taught him the wisdom of being methodical and careful and ot bearing in mind his father's sugges- tions and commands. / It was uphill work to scquire the nabit of doing each thing carefully and thoroughly, but when he followed his natural inclinations, he would check himself suddenly by recalling his father's words: ¢ “Remember, my lad, that undue and u haste will bring deetruction, ruin loss to the perpetrator.” i Sometimes T recelved the prize book and was much surprised. I have read it found it very interesting. Almira Kramer, of Colchester: I thank you very much for the prize The Meadow Brook Girls in the book, Hills” It is a dandy. Alice M. Gorman, of Versaiiles: 1 received the prize book and have read it and found it very interesting. I thank you very much for it. Estella Adams, of Bagleville: I thank you for the prize book, “Bunny Brown and His Sister Sue at Camp Rest-a-While.” Beatrice Burnham, of Hampton: 1 thank you for my last book. read it with much interest. Agnes M. Brown, of Yantic: Uncle Jed for the prize book, Automobile Girls Along_ the Hudso) T have read it and found it very in- teresting. Many thanks for it. Leona M. Sullivan, of Taftville: Received prize book _entitled “The Meadow-brook Girls On The Tennis Courts.” I have read it, and find it very interesting. I thank you for it. Faith E. Curtis, book entitled, Oft Long Island.” found it very interesting. Esther Shershevsky, of Norwich: I thank you very much for the prize book you gave me entltled “Bunny Brown and His Sister Sue at Aunt Lu's City Home.” I have read some of it and have found it very inter- esting. Catherine Desmond, of Norwich: I I quite thank you for my prize book. agree with one who said “"Good books are as assential @s good companions,” don’t you? STORIES WRITTEN AWAKES. BY WIDE- Leaves. There are some very queer leaves. One of these is the pitcher plant. It's midrib_bends at the end of the lcaf so as to form a little pitcher with a lid. The 1id is gemerally shut so the rain cannot get in, vet the pitcher always has water in it. How does It come there? The watery part of the sap is poured from many little mouths on the inside of the pitcher, which is thus kept filled with water. The leaf of the Venus's fly trap, which grows in North Carolina, is a real trap for iies and other insects. When the leaf is spread open, it looks harmless enough. But let an insect alight on the leaf and he is made a prisoner at once. The two parts of the leaf close, and the points cn the edge arc locked to- gether so as to form bars to the prison, The poor insect cannot get away and soon dies. You may never see these queer leayes, but you will find other curious and interesiing ones near your home I£ you look for them. I am sure you know the fern leaf. Do yeu know where the flowers of the tern grow” Sce if you can find out. Keep your eyes open as you walk in the fieids aand woods, and you will see there is no end to the variety of leaves. And among them all you can- not find one that is not beautiful when vou look closely at jt. Leaves are not only beautiful and interesting—thcy are useful, too. They give us pleasant shade and they eup- ply the air with moisture. But their chief use is to keep trees and plants alive and to make tiem ggow. Leaves are to plants what lungs are o animals. The air that goes to our iungs keeps us alive and makes us grow. Like ourselves, plants must hreathe as well ‘as feed in order to live and grow. So you see the leaf is a very im- portant part of a plant. KATHERINE GORMAN, Asge 11, Versallles. The Apple. In the time of Columbus there were no apple trees. After awhile people from Asia brousht some here and now there are apple trees all over the United States There are apple trees on about every farm. When we sell apples we should not cheat the people who buy them. people who sell apples in a barrel put good ones on top and no 200d ones in the middle of the barrel. Sometimes _they put a stovepipe in the middle of the barrel. When apples are s0ld in closed ages they should be of four g ack- des: Fancy grade: the Standard A No. 1 grade; the Standard B No. 2 grade, and the Uncla: d grade. SUSAN HATTIN, aAge 10. Mt. Hope. My Fishing Trip. One Sunday afternoon my father, my older brotner and myse!f went fishing. We took a boat and rowed, up the river a little, then started to fish. My brother was the first to gat a bite. It was a perch. As he was tak- ing it of the hook he droped it on the seat of the boat and then it flopped into the river again. My father then pulled out a sucker, but released him as these fish were not good to eat o late in_the season. At four o'clock, after fishing about two hours and a half, we went home with two bass, one pickerel and about one dozen percl:. ROLAND MAURICE, Age 11 Versailles. The Pyramids. The pyramids have for ages been considered among the wonders of the world. They are enormous monuments of stone built by Egyptian rulers five thousand years ago. The “Great Pyramid” is eight miles from the city of Cairo, it was con- structed by Cheops, who was king of Egypt more than three thousand years hefore the birth of Christ. The “Great Pyramid” was once four hundred and ecighty (480) feet high, and although a vast deal of it has been carted away to make buildings for Cairo, it is still about four hundred and fifty (450) feet high. Its bases cover nearly thirteen acres. A Greek historian, named Herodotus, tells us that tais monument was built by forced labor and tkat it took one hundred thousand men twenty years to_build it. When Cheops died he was buried with his queen irside this pyramid. MARY HAGOPIAN, Age 14. Westminster. The Indians. The Indians have a copper colored skin, high cheek bones, straight, coarse black hair and dark ecyes. Indian is your friend he is faithful, and when he is your enemy he is cruel. They are chifly found in South America. They bulld their houses in the forests. They are made out of bark, skins of wild animals and poles. They have a hole at 47 top of the house to let the smoke out, instead of stove pipes. These kind of houses are called wigwams. The Indlans ore divided into tribes, and each tribe hae a chicf. The Indian men are called braves, the women squaws, and the bables papooses. ‘The Indian men chase the game, and fight the battles, and the women make the meals, and plant the corn. The Indians are warlike people and are called the red race. ALVIN LACHAPELLE, Age 13. South Canterbury. Miriam’s Visit. ‘Mirlam Hunter, a twelve year old zirl from Newport, was at her grand- v 7 1 have 1 thank “The of WNorwich: I thank you very much for the prize “The Motor Boat Club I have read it and When the | THURSDAY, RUGOST 31, 1 916 mother’s in the country, because of her poor health. Her grandmother was practicing a “Rest Cure” on her gran- daughter, which she thought would do her_good. : ‘The first day Miriama was = given charge of the chickens; also of a few little “odd jobs.” After this she took a walk, gathering a number of flowers for the table. After dinner she helped with the dishes and managed to break two tumblers and one cup. Then she went upstairs to change her dress. Coming down, she took up a paper and happened to open it to the Wide- Awake page. This gave her an idea and she began to act upon it. The next morning ehe sent her story to Norwich, Conn,, and waited anxiously for Thursday (o come. When that day came, the children’ page was emgerly scanned by a cer: tain Mirlam Hunter. Sure enough! the seventh name was hers. The next day her book arrived, and it was read with a great deal of interest by its owner. During the summer months she wrote other stories, thus winning a little library of her own. BEATRICE BURNHAM, Hampton. A Walk Through the Woods. Open your eyes the next time you go_on a visit to the woods and you will be surprised to know how many things you will see and hear. The right colored leaves and flowers form a pretty picture for the eyes. The air is full of insects, the crickets chirp, and the beautiful butterflies can be seen fying through the bright sum- mer alr. Added to this can be observed the different kinds of birds and trees, shrubs and mosses. All this and count- less other objects can be observed. ‘Where an uathinking person v nothing, an observing one can many things. SARAH HYMAN, Age 12. -‘ see see Norwiah. An Apple Cure. Old Farmer Brown had long been estered by having his apples stolen. Ty as he could, he could not catcn the thieves. He had always suspected the two Harper Dbys, who as they passed the orchard exchanged many a grin and chuckle. This morning as they passed the orchard they could not help notic- ing how large and rosy the apples seemed and accordingly they planned to raid the apples in the aftcrnoon when the farmer would be away. When noon came they approached the fence with bags on their shoulders. They soon were filling their bags, when John, the oldest threw a stone at a branch. The store unluckily hit a hive of bees that swarmed about them, sting- ing them. They dropped their bags and ran. The next morning the farmer found two bags, partly filled with apples on the ground. And ever after the farm- er was never troubled by lLaving his apples stolert. ESTHER HYMAN, Age 12. Norwich. Shooting the Shark. The great ship of war lay at anchor in a hay. The sailors were idly mov- ing about. The old hoatswain was among them, telling his long stories. Among this crew was a bri boy, a son of the boatswain. morning was warm, and the water just of the right temperature for bathing. A group of sailors leaned over the ide of the ship, and there they saw Little Jim,” their pet, far out from the ship swimming alene. He could whirl over, dive, float, or shoot forward like a duck. “Boatswain,” cried one, sWimmer little Jim is.” Yes.” says his father, “I never had to teach hi “what a “Boatswain, -boatswain, a shark! a shark! Oh! he will get Jim in one minute more.” The old man leaped up, and a single glance took it all in. There was his son playing in the water and a huge shark coming towards him. The old man remembered that one of the can- non was shotted. Quick as a flash he wrenched the gun in place and aimed a few feet between the child and the shark. The match was ap- plied, the gun roared and reeled. The poor father sank down beside the gun, too faint to look. The smoke of the gun cleared away and vp rose a shout from_the sailor: “What is it?" calls the father” “Oh! Jim is safe. Thcre lies a shark dead. How cculd you move the gun and get her off so quickly?" “I don’t know, but I believe God helped me. Won't some of you bring Jim to me?” 1§ The next moment a boat was lowered and the oars were bending as she cut her way to ke bov. He had just be- gun to understand the thing. Gently they lifted him into the boat, and in a_few minutes placed him in arms of his weeping father. The old man seemed to receive him as from the dead, and could only rock him in his arme and cry like a babe. MISS MARY BOROVICKA. West Willington. Cotton. “Grandmother,” asked Ellen, “how is cotton made?” “Made! my dear,” answered grand- ma, “why cotton grows. Not the sort of cotton you sew with, but the soft, downy kind that is used for padding.” From this cotton is spun. A field of cotton is a beautiful sight, cither when covered with yellow and purple blossoms or with the white cot- ton. The cotton plant grows cnly in & warm climate, as for example in our southern states. When the blossom dies i* is followed by a pod containing a number of black seeds which lie in a bed of fine soft cotton. When ripe, these pods break open and the Snow- white cotton bursts out in curls, All hands, youns and old, are kept hard at work from daylight till dark, picking the cotton. Nor does the work cease till the first frost stops the growth of the plant. Afterward, the cotton is spread out to dry, and is then separated from the seeds. This was formerly done by hand, but now the work is done more quickly by a machine called the cotton- gin, The cotton is next packed in large bundles which are covered with a coarse cloth called bagging. It is then sent to the mill to_be spun into many kinds of thread. More than one-half of our clothing is made of cotton. “I thank you, grandmother,” said Bllen, “how many things you remem- ber.” MARY E. MURPHY, Age 11. Tattville. The Three Pink Badges. There were three little girls who were sisters. Their names were Milly, Lily and Katy. One day they couldn’t think of a single thing they wanted to do. So they ran to their mother. “We want to know something to do” said Milly. “Then 1 must put on my thinking cap, children,” said their mother. “Come back in five minutes.” Milly, Lily and Katy ran away and when they came back their mother said, “Milly, please cut this piece of pink ribbon in three pleces. “Lily, please get out the paint box and_brushes. “Katy, please epread a newspaper on_the sewing table.” When everything was ready. nice she ow you're going to make badges. Milly may paint ‘Breakfast Girl’ on her ribbon. Lily may paint ‘Dinner Girl’ on { woman. her ribbon, and Katy may paint ‘Sup- per Girl' on her ribbon.’ Milly painted ‘Breakfast Girl Dblue letters on. her ribbon. Lily painted ‘Dinner Girl' in green letters on her ribbon. - 4 Katy painted ‘Supper Girl' in purple letters on her ribbon, “Now,” she said, “I'm going to let my ‘Breakfast Girl' wipe the breakfast dishes, my ‘Dinner Girl’ wipe the din- ner dishes, and my ‘Supper Girl' wipe the supper dishes this week. I hope all the Wid .wakes help their mothers like Mjlly, Lily and Katy. . | JOSEPHINE ATWOOD, Age 10. Willimantic. in Lucy’s Visit to the Country. Lucy Lee was eleven years old. For a lons while she had been wishing to visit her cousin who lived in the coun- try. At last her mother decided that she was old enough to travel alone, It seemed very early in the morning to Lucy when the train carricd her off to the little village near which her cousins lived. Her clothes were neatly packed in a small valise. About noon the train reached the place where Lucy was to stop. After she had warmed herself by the stove and had eaten her dinner, she went out to the barnyard. She learned the names of some of the cows and horses. On the farm were two little ponies which had been bought for the use of Lucy's cousins. When Lucy was with them there were six children in. Sometimes they all crowded into the old sleigh at once. One morning Lucy looked out of her window upon a scene so beautiful she thought it must be fairyland. ABBIE C. MURPHY, Age 10. Taftville. How to Make Fudge. To make fudge you use: Two cups of sugar, two squares ¢f chocolate, one halt cup of milk. Stir all together and boil five minutes stirring constantly; take it from the stove and beat till thick and creamy; turn out on wax paper to cool. XNuts, cocoanut, or chopped raisins may be added; either malkes it delicious. Hope some of the Wide-Awakes will try this. MILDRED JOHNSON, Age 10. Danieison. The Old Mill. On rainy days, while we were at echool, we used to visit an gld mill which’ sets back in a fleld across the street from the schoolhouse. The girls had many a good time playing drop- the-handkerchief and hide and seek in the old building. We would hide in the cellar and behind doors. Under the eaves of the mill was a hirds' nest. The nest was made of moss and held four white birds' eggs. The bird seemed to know just where to build its nest, for it was where it and its contents could be seen from the second story window, but couldn't be reached by cruel hands. While we spent our rainy days in the old mill we had as many nice times as we had on pleasant days, but the teacher feared we might break some of the things, or fall through the floor, for there are holes in the floor. She asked us not to go agalm, and we dian't. T do not expect to visit the old mill many more times, as I have only one more year to go to school. AGNES M. BROW: Yantic. The Countersign. ¢ farm was a lonely one and the farmer’s wife, 2_gentle, timid creature, lived in dread of tramps. Three timos A year the farmer went to town for a| day and a night, and that night was always a sleopléss onme for the poor They kept no hired men except dur- ing the haying season. “No one has ever come,” grumbled the farmer when his wife told him her fears. “But they might,” she protested. And sure enough, the dreaded time came. Tt was a ccld night in November. The ground was frozen hard and the wind was fearful. It was about seven o'clock and the two children were get- ting ready for bed when there came a knock on the door. “Who is_there?” quavered the farm- er’s wife through the keyhole. “I_want a bed for the night, a stranger in a hoarse voice. “Go away, 50 away!” cried the wom- an in terror. “But_you wouldn’t turn®a ma on a night like this, would you swered the other, coughing. The farmer’s wife unbolted the door and opened it a little ways. No, I couldn’t risk letting you in,” she said, “for I am alone with my children. The man hesitated a moment, then he put his hand in his pocket and drew out a small hook. Handing is to the woman, he said: “For the sake of this, couldn’t you trust me?” The farmer’s wife looked at the book and found it to be an ol¢, thumb-worn Bible. Without a word, she opened the door and let the stranger in. The next morning after he had help- ed her with the chores he thanked her said out an- ana bade her good-bye, and as they shook hands he said “I might have been a bad one, for sure, and tried to blind you with my Bible! T know. 1 thought of that” she answered calmly, “but you had the countersign. I had to trust to God that you came by it honestly.” MARY A. BURRILL, Age 14. Stafford Springs. Bobbie. One day a child was playing on the beach. He was five vears old and his name was Bobbic. He had his big, shaggy dog, Rover, with him. Bobbie was making mud pies and sand houses and Rover was laying in the sand, watching him. All at once Rover heard a shriek. Bobbie had fallen into the watef while he was bending over it. The faithful dog jumped into the water and swam toward him. There was not a sign of the child, but at last Bobbie came to the surface. Rover caught hold of him and ewam ashore. When the people heard of Rover's bravery they praised him. He lived to a good old age. When he died a monu- ment was built for him by Bobbie, who had grown to be a man. GRACE 4. BURRILL, Age 12. Stafford Springs. Polly Pretend. Polly Pretend was not her real name. Mary Madden was her real name. She was the cousin who was coming to visit the Runnels. 5 “We've got enough girls in the fam- ily now,” declared Rogers. “I wish it happened to be a boy who could help fll_the furnaces.” Cousin Mary came just at supper time. Her hair was very straight and the color of straw. The new cousin did not talk much during the meal. ‘“Dishes,” spluttered Meggs when they had finished supper. “Dishes,” echoed Meggs, “and it is your turn to wash tonight, Megss.” “Let’s pretend about the dishes” the new cousin remarked quietly. The whole family stared at her. “All these dishes are travelers on a long journey to a faraway land. The glasses are beautiful ladies, the knives and forks are kings and queens, and the spoons are princes and prlnces_fi‘n. All the plates are their subjects. The pantry is the beautiful country they are ftrying to find; but before they reach it they have to go through many dangers and cross Dish Pan lake. “The one who washes is a gaod friend who rescues them from the e.” “Oh, I want to be a rescuer.” Meggs Interrupted, “Oh, let me,” Meggs teased. “Everybody's a rescues who helps these travelers any nearer home,” Cousin Mary explained. ‘Then there was a great scurrying back and forth to the kitchen and pantry. Even Roger, who was always glad enough to be a boy when dish- Washing time came around, insisted on helping the travelers up the moun- tains, which were the top shelves in the pantry. Next morning the twins had long faces again because they had beds to make. “Let's pretend.” said the new cousin, “that each little bed is a boat that has been out sailing and has come back to harbor and wants to have its sails rolled up and iis ropes made tidy.” They soon had the beds made up. *“T belleve, Polly, you can't make darning any fun,” said Meggs. They called her Molly the second day of her arrival, but it soon changed to Polly. “Let’s protend—" Folly began, but she was interrupted by Meggs cflun%(: “Polly’s pretending! Come quick, everyone!” and atter that they called her Polly Pratend. “You girls have all the fun in the house,” Roger complained. “Now 1 have to chop wood and tend to the fur- nace.” = “Don’t you like to feed that hungry man a_shovelful of supper?” asked Polly, “and you could pretend that there' is o treasure buried under the woodpile.” Off Roger run to feed his hungry man, Tre Runnels children were very sad when Polly Pretend went home, CATUERINE NELSON, Age 13. Versallles. The Snake. The snake is easily distinguished by its long, slender body which tap- ers gradually to a tail and which is covered with horny scales, but never with bony plates. The ribs are very numerous, some snakes having more than 300 pairs. These give form to the body, aid in breathing, and are also in connection with the scales, or- gans of locomotion. Snakes crawl along the ground by swinging their bodies in loops from side {o side and most of them are able to rafse their heads into the alr, They have hooked conical teeth whigh serve to hold their prey, but are uscless for chewing. The tongue of the snake is forked. It can be pushed far out of the mouth and is probably an organ of touch rather than that of taste. Some snakes lay eggs while others produce the young alive. In most species the mother takes great care o fher voung, and it is said that In one species, at least, the mother when alarmed, will open her mouth and al- low her young to run in. _ There are over 1,500 species found in the United Statées. Most of these live only in the southwestern parts of the country. Two rattiesnakes and the copper head are the only poison- ous natives of the Northern states. GERTRUDE BLATHERWICK, Norwich. Age 14, A Story From Norway. Once there were three little girls out ing blueberries. After a_while wandered away from each oth- er.” At last one little girl sat down and began to eat her blueberries. A few minutes after a bear came along and started to eat her blueberries; but she said, “Go away, bear! You will get belly ache.” But the bear wouldn't go away. Se she started to make a chain of daisies. He was cating the blueberries that she had picked while she was putting the chain of daisies around his neck. When the men came to find the girl they shot the bear, still wearing the chain of dasies around his neck. RALPH OLSEN, Age 13. Baltic. Bees. When you look closely at a bee you will see that its body is made up of three parts. It looks as if it were cut almost through in two places. That is why it is called an insect, for the word “insect” means “cut into.” All insects have bodies like this and have six legs. The bee has two pairs of wings, and when she flies the wings on each side are locked together by littie hooks. She gets honey by means of her long underslips. ~ She pushes it far down into a blossom and gets out the sweet juice, which she puts into her large Loney bag. She goes from flow- er to flower until this bag is quite full. and then she flies home to the hive. Some of the honey is used for food; some is stored in little cells covered with wax, and put away like pots of jam for the winter. 3ut honey is not all that the bees get from flowers. They fill little baskets on their legs with a yellow dust called pollen. The pollen mix- ed with honey is used as food for the young bees. It is called “bee bread.’ Each beehive is a little kifigdom, the home of thousands of bees. At the head is the queen, whose subjects treat her with great respect. She ig the mother bee. Most of her subjects are workers who are very busy. They keep the hive clean, and take care of the queen and the little baby bees. They build -sided cells of wax and gather hopey and lay up stores for- winter. The otzr members of the kingdom are dromes. There are only a few hundred of them, great, lazy fellows, who do little except eat and sleep. The workers bear with them while there is plenty of honey, but in the autumn they drive the idle ones from the hive, or sting them to death. The drones cannot defend themselves for they have no stings as the queen and workers have. : The queen bee is fed with the best of food. She geldom leaves the hive except to lead workers to a new home. There is only one queen bee in each hiye. When a young queen comes from a cell the old one would llke to sting her to death. But the other bees will not allow this, so the old queen with many of the workers leaves the hive and finds a new home. I think it is very _interesting to watch the bees at work. ALICE M, GORMAN, Age 13. Versailles. Dorry's Fire Alarm. A head of fluffy curls, two big blue eves, n turned up nose and a button- hole #r a_mouth, that was Dorry, who vias asked so many times a day by his papa. mamma and aunties to run on_errands. His aunt came to visit them and Dorry wasn't one bit surprised to dee her approach with a letter in her hand: “Would you please take this letter to the mafl box for me?" she asked. Dorry tossed aside his toys, took the letter, and ran as fast as he could but when he got there he was puzzled for there were two iron boxes Instead of one. One had a door so he opeged it, put the letter in very hard, as to st and_closed the door. “Hark! What was that noise!” Away down the street came the sounq of bells, nearer and nearer, til up dashed a fire engine, the smoke pouring from it, and the firemen in great hats ready for work. The firemen ran from heue to house looking for the fire. t “T would like to put my hands on the one who sounded that fire alarm,” | me letters, and there is alw: sald the chief, and all the little boys trembled at the sound of his voice. “I have found what the trouble is,” said a fireman holding up a letter,” 1 knew it would be the way when those new boxes that could be opened With- out_keys were put up.” “Why, that's my letter!” cried Dor- ry's aunt, and the child’s heart gave a great throb, for it was, the. very. Jet- ter he had taken to the corner a few minutes before, he had put it in the firo alarm box instead of the letter 0xX. “Will they put me in jail?” he whispered, creeping close to his aunt Fan. “Not this time,” said the chief, “be- cause you made a mistake, but if you should ever do it again I cannot say what would be done.” But Dorry never did it agin. LEONA M. SULLIVAN, Age 11. Taftville. The Doll Hospital. What a noise in the entry! There was a rattling and a crash and a loud scream. “Oh, dear!” Doll Peebles is killed— all dead!” Aunt Fannie went to see what was the matter. The tin horses had run away. They had tumbled downstairs and flung Doll Peebles out or the wagon and her head was knocked off. “Don't cry, darling,” said Aunt Fannie. “We will take Pecbles to the hospital and she will be cured.” Julla looked up with wondering eyes. All this was in the city of Dresden In Germany. After a long walk the came to a building with & large s upon {t. The sign sald: “Doll Clinic.” This means the sick dolls are cared for daily. They went in and rans. A comical little doctor came to the door. “Come in, little girl,” said the doc- tor.. “My dolly is sick” repliea oulia, holding out the 'brown paper on which Peebles had been put to bed. “Oh, yes!” We have lots of sick dqlls here. We can cure her.” They entered a room where the dol] patients were,Some were nicely asleep in rows of boxes. Those who were able to sit up were in little cnatrs all in_a row. Some of the well dolls were snug in chambers near the window. - The doctor looked at Peebles and shook his had. “This is a bad case he said. “We must put her to bed for a rew days till I get some new sawdust for her. “Can you make her heaa grow again?” asked Julia anxious. “Oh, would you prefer an new head, one with blue eyes that open and shut 2" Little Julia clapped her hands delight. “When you come again she wili be alright,” said the doctor, and you must be careful not to let the horses run away with her any more. CATHERINE A. DUNK, Norwich. LETTERS TO UNCLE JED. A Kewpie Wedding. Dear Uncle Jed:—I have a little girl friend who lives in Vermont. Her in ge 10. name is Ruth Tracy. Ruth's father is a minister. This summer Ruth visited her grandmother, who lives In this city. She had a birthday party while here. I gave her a kewpie. Arter the party Ruth came home with me to spend two days. We loved our kewpies ana played with-them very much. One day Ruth married the kewpies. My kewpie was the bride. She was dressed in pink silk, and looked ver: pretty. Ruth named her Lady Smiley and named the groom Sir Chubby. They looked very cunning. Ruth said the same words that her father says when he marries people. I was very sorry when Ruth went home, but once in & while she sends vs a let- from her ter for the bride Smiley, husband, Chubby. FAITH E. CURTIS, Age 10. Norwich. Callie Up. Dear Uncle Jed:—I thought maybe the Wide-Awakes would like to know some new game. The one I am going about is a game called P- This is a pretty lawn game for a group of boys or girls. A tennis ball, or any good bouncing ball may be used. Each player is_numbered. The leader throws the Db3il into the air and calls a number, and the girl or boy whose number is called mi catch it before it has bounded rwrce. It may be caught before it falls to the ground, or when it has bounded once, but if it falls to the ground a second time before it is caught this number loses his or her chance and the first leader may throw the bail and call another number. The Shepherd:—It doesn’'t matter how many play this game. Unc play er is chosen for shepherd and her eyes are carefully blindfolded. One of the other players (a sheep) goes to the shepherd, taps her on the shoulder, and asks: “How many steps will you allow me to take?” The shepherd gives any number of steps, not over thirty. ‘The “shecp” steps and stands still. The other “sheep” comes up to the shepherd one by one and ask the same question, walking away as many steps as they are tola. ‘When the sheperd finds that more sheep come to_her, she cric: “Sheep! Sheep! Where are you, my dear sheep?” In answer to this, all the sheep must say, “Ba-a-a!” in chorus, and the shepherd goes to one of her sheep and touches it, and then the sheep she touches must say, “Ba-a-al!” again, If the shepherd cannot guess who this sheep is, she asks agaln: “Sheep! Shee ‘Where are you my dear sheep?” When they all say, “Ba-a-a!” in chorus again, and the ‘shepherd walks to another sheep. She does this until no Here is proof and baby’s picture «] am sending you a picture of my little girl, Eleanore, who was cured of 8 very bad case of hives by the use of Comfort Powder. _Her little body was completely covered and she suffered to®- tures. Shev;nufiddmi:islge ;nd Vitier appetite. We had tried &*Fcrent pow= dggs without benefit. Inally we tried Sykes’ Comfort Pov jer, csingitfreclyandshewas soon entirely wr.| again, and her skin b-aithy an entirely froe from 2l irritation.”” — Mrs. H. Brown, Auburn, Used after baby’s bath it will keep the sliin healthy and free from soreness. Not a plain talcum powder, buta 1 medicated preparation wi..h cubdues inflammation end neutralizes poisonous secretions; At Diag and Dep’t Stores, 25c. TEE COWEFCBT POWLER C0., Soston, Hass. trees, where to come in with the boats. or on the pier, to show them grew in the they took a pail and went some for_t There were May apples, too. Uncle John uscd to pick them, and put them on a stump in the sun to ripen. There were a great many birds, thrushes, meadow-larks, catbirds and pewees, but the one she liked best was_the Baltimore oriole. He was brizht scarlet, like a flower, and she used to watch for him througn the cool woods, and throw out crumbds for him to eat. £ Sometimes, when she lay in the hammock, and the wind swung her to and fro, and the tall trees swayed so that she could feel the hammock risa and fall, the oriole would come and sit on @ low tree and look at her and she almost felt as if she, too, were a bird and going to fiy. REGINA SAVAGEAU, Age 12. Versailles. blackber: My Trip to the Woods. ,Dear Uncle Jed:—One day rast week we all decided to go out in tne Woods for berries. The man that stays with us and I started early in the morn- ing. My mother was coming out about two o'clock to meet us at & certain stone wall. We got out in the woods about nine o'clock. At one o'clock we had three quarts of blackberries and six quarts of huckleberries. We sat down and’ rested for about a half an hour when 1 said I would go and see if my moth- er was coming. I just got across the stone wall when I saw her coming. he had brought us some bread and butter and a bottle of root beer. We were very hunsry and thirsty. When we had eaten our lunch we picked four quarts more, then started for home. We got home about six o'clock very tired. ANNA ANDERSON, Age 1. Norwich. - Infantile Paralysis. Dear Uncle Jed:—Do you know in- fantile paralysis is p1g mur- derer? It children it can find ach arraid of infantile will not dare to go near it. so infantile paral near children. Children are killed by infantile par- alysis and it makes school begin late. It kills thousands and thousands of children. Policemen « time to st and I kill all the flies I see alysis s will not come » on the watch all the if children are in the and automobiles. Infantile paraly took many loving children away from loving mothers thers. atile will flies ANNA LA ROHEC. Age 13. Versaille: a_ disease isn't any it won't be so paralysis is last till there and then Free trial of Resinol for sick slins Resinol Ointment, with Resinol Soap, usually stops itching at once. It quickly and easily heals most cases of eczema, rash or similar dis- tressing skin or scalp eruption, not due to serious internal conditions. Physicians have prescribed Resinol she recognizes some sheep’s voice, and guesses correctly whom she has caught. The one caught now becomes shep- herd. MILDRED T. DUNN, Age 12. Norwich. On the Farm. Dear Uncle Jed:—I live in Worces- ter and I come to my grandpa Brown! on Portipaug Hill every summer for my vacation. 1 have some tame chickens and twc hens that I take care of. One of the hens I call Jennie, and T have taught her a few tricr. The other one I call Specklea Head. Next summer my uncle is going to build me a henhouse all my own. T have been to school two years and I am going in the fourth grade in September if the schools commenc 1 hope they do for I love to g MILDRED KELLY. ‘Worcester, Mass. Helen in Camp. Dear Uncle Jed:—Helen lived in : tent, one summer, right out m thc wooads. A little striped squirrel with bushy tail used to sit on a stump anc look at Helen if she kept very stili, but if she moved he frisked nts tai and ran dowr the stump like a flash of sunshine. She went to bed almost as soon sun set, and the katydids peman tc sing: but onme night she sat up, and it was very dark out in the wood There were no streets, just a path, thc only lights were lanterns hung up i Ointment regularly for over twenty years, so you need not hesitate to use it frecly on your skin. ol Ointment and Pianos Player-Pianos Jictor Victrolas ON EASY TERMS Marsh Building, 230 State Strest, New Landon Sunlight Building, 45 Frankiin Strect, Norwich DRS. L. F and A. J. 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