Norwich Bulletin Newspaper, October 5, 1916, Page 9

THE WI [ ] Rules for Young Writers. 1. Write plainly on one side of the plperuunly. and :l:l::dr ?;.mu 2. Use pen an no . shor)t) and pointed articles will be given preference. Do not Use over 2506 wort 4. Original stories or letters only will be used, 5. Write your name, age and ad- dress plainly at the bottom of the story, Agdm! all communications to Uncle Jed, Bulletin Office. “Whatever ycu are—Be that! Whatever you say—Be true!l Straightforwardly act, Be honest—in fact, Be nobody else but you” POETRY. ROLY-POLY. By Emma A, Lente. He has the very finest eyes, soft and clear and brown, And the love that from them flows you'd be proud and glad to share; An he holds his head up high, as a dog of lineage should, And a coat of silky softness does he wear. Of tha house from end to end he has the ran, . All the windows are his outlooks, and every chair his seat; cuddies on one’s lap with a h of great content; He has such a waggy tail, and he has such prancing feet. And Just a roly-poly of a dog with lus- trous eyes, And a head that holds a mighty lot of sense; And the house will be a very quiet, ) lonely place indeed, If by any sad mischance he wan- ders hence. MY STAR. (Written for the Wide-Awake Circle) As 1 gaze to the east from my window In early Autumn’s night, I see Capella climbing, Slowly into sight. Bhe comes with welcome greeted: All Summer, now gone by; Trose other folks have had her, A glowing in thelr sky. But now _as days grow colder, And Winter nights draw nea, Capella gleams upon us. And snéds her smile of cheer. The heavens may keep in beauty More brilliant stars to shine, Capelia’s light s stedfast, And so I call her mine, A.m. A UNCLE JED'S TALK TO WIDE- AWAKES. One little =irl wrote Uncle Jed she was saving her garden seeds to plant next spring. This is a good way to learn how different the child is from its parent. The seed is always true to the species and manv of them are true to the variety; but many flow- ers do it their colors and some do not repeat their exact form. Daistes and roses and sweet alyssum repeat themselves; but dahlias. and petunias and pansies do not. The pret_ ty little Johnny-piznp-ups vary but little. But most flowers can only be kept by making cuttings and keeping them growing upon their own roots, The planting of the seeds will not repro- duce flowers of the same color. A flower garden planted with seeds from its own plants is a surprise to the liitle girl who saves the seed. The seed from the white petunia makes flowers that are red and white—or white and violet or may be two shades of red. The seed from the white pan- sy may make pansies of half a dozen different colors; but the sdlvia will re- renew DE AWAKE CIRCLE BOYS AND GIRLS DBl?mRBIT‘ produce the same blazing red because the laws 4vhich product the plant make it impossible for the insects or the winds to bear pollen to it ‘which makes it liable to change its color. The boys and girls wno plant corn know that corn does not always come true. The winds bring the pollen of other varieties of corn growing near and scatters it over the silk and when the corn is full grown it is not a solid goldem yellow, but may have red kernals mixed in-.it. The sweet corn takes on the color of other cornm, and those familiar with corg see traces of Golden Bantam and the old Squaw upon a sweeter and more mod- ern variety. 3 There is much to be learned from the smallest garden; but we must get acquainted with the flowers before we can understand what they are trying t6 say to us. Flowers cannot talk but they can act and if we are ac- quainted with their natural manner and are observing the plants in the garden will reveal many secrets to us. And the first flower s the one to let g¢ to seed; 'and the seeds in the outside row of double flowers are best because earliest. Bear this in mind when collecting seed. ‘We must keep wide-awake in the garden or we miss the lessons which nature is constantly giving us. Save your seeds and know your gasden and it will afforq you greater pleasure. LETTERS OF ACKNOWLEDGMENT. Alvin LaChappelle, of Taftville: 1 received my first prize book. I like it very much. I thank you many times for it. Resina Rogler, of Norwich: I thank you very much for the prize book I received some time ago. It proved to be very interesting. Katherine Hickey, of Montville: Ac- cept my thanks for the prize book I received entitled, Miss Pinner's Little Girl. b Ella Rockwood, of North Franklin: 1 thank you very much for the prize bock I won. I have read it and find it very interesting. Martha Hargey, of Unoasville—I thank you very much for the prize book entitled “The Submarine Boys On Duty.” I have read it through and found it very interesting. Eleanor Heinrich, of Taftville—I received the prize book you sent me, and I thank you very much. Arlene Pearl of Augusta, Me.: T re- ceived the lovely prize book you sent me several days ago entitled The Girl Aviators and the Phantom Airship. Thank you very much for it. Eri Gi'bert of Danielsor: I recelved the prize book and thank you very much for it. I think it is a good one. Esther Shereshevsky of Nogwich: I thank you very much for the prize book entitled Camp Fire Girls in the Maine Woods. I have read a little of it and found it very interesting, Blanche Lucier of Taftyille: I thank you very much for the prize books, The Bungalow Boys and the Motor Maids, by Rose Shamrock, and Thistle. My other and I have read them both and found them very inter- esting. I win other books they will be as in- teresting as these. THE WINNERS OF PRIZE BOOKS. 1—Ada Ringland, of Norwich Town | unny Brown and His Sister Sue. Myron _Ringland, of Norwich Town—The Dreadnought Boys in -Aero Service. 3—Ruth Davis, of South Canterbury —Bunny Brown and His .Sister Sue Playing Circus, 4 rnest Hattin, of Mansfield— The High School Boy's Canoe Club. —May Kelly, of Norwich—Bunny This is the story of a pussy cat who lived in an office buildiug in Foston. She was a great favorite with all the men in the office and if she want- ed to walk about on the desks the clerks did not try to preveat her. Sometimes she touched the end of a pen handle with her soft paw, but no one scolded; so she grew very fond of the desks and often took her naps there, One morning one of the young men came into the office, opened his big book and reached as usual for his pen, but it was not in its place. In fact, “there was not a pen or pencil where he had left them. o ne called the office hoy and said: “Michael, where are my pens angd pencils?” Michael stopped his work in great surprise. “Sure, I don’t know, sir,” he said. “I haven’'t touched them.” And then began a grea: search, for not only were the pen and pencils gone from this desk, but they were gone from all the desks. And they couldn’t be found. No cne thought of asking Miss Pus- sy, and vet there she sat all the time, purring contentedly. About an hour later Michael went to the cellar and at the foot of the stairs he stepped on a hard lump which al- most caused him to stumble. He stooped and felt around and there un- der an old plece of carpet were all the pencils and pens that the night before haé been left in their places in the office. How did they gct there? Well, Michael was tne one Who found out. At night after every one had gone home he sat down quietly in & dark corner to watch. Pretty soon slong came Miss Pussy. Up she jumped onto a desk and be- tween her teeth she took one of the long pencils. Then she junmped to, the floor and trotted bysily to the cellar joor and disappeared. Michael waited quietly in his cornmer. , - After a few minutes she®came hack and did the same thing again. mes Michael saw this done; then he llowed her, creeping softly down the ;!alrl until he was near enough to see er little form as she dropped the pen jnto the floor beside the plece of car- pet. Then he saw her lie down on her sde, and ralsing the edge of the car- pet push the handle under with her paw. She had to push and push to get it as far under as she wanted it, end she had to make eight or ten trips trom office to cellar before all the pens knd pencils were safely hidden. Night after night she repeated this performance, for as no harm was done, mwuulmwmmhmmmuum way. . these little b2 Wi A e THE STORY OF AN OFFICE CAT Something That Really Happened. By Gertrude Cushing. HOW : FUNNY NOISES. INSECTS MAKE THEIR I thank you again and hope if | Brown and Sister at Camp Rest- Awhile. 6—Nancy Tetrault, of Versailles— Bunm;:;:wn and Sister Sue on Gras pa’ s B 7—Mollie Paley, of Colchester—Bun- ay Brown and His Sister Sue. 8—Walter Gavigan, or Willimantic —The Dreadnought Boy’s World Cruise. The winners of prize books living in town may call at The Bulletin bus- iness office for them at any hour after 10 a. m. on Thursda; STORIES WRITTEN AWAKES. Glimpses of The Nutmeg State. Hartford, the capital of the “Nut- meg state,” is as beautiful city, cover- Ing an area of more than 17 square miles. It is noted both as a business center and a place rich in places of historical interest. Among the interesting spots of this old ¢ity are Bushnell Park and the Capitol, and as they are about the first things one runs across after leav- ing the depot it is but proper to speak of them first. Situated in the very heart of Hart- ford’s business district, with its green lawns, vari-colcred flowers and shady trees, Bughnell Park offers a cool re- treat where the business man can read his morning paper before return- ing to the office. A little stream known as the Park viver winds its ‘way completely around the park, giving™an artistic touch to the scene. Then, too, there is the Corning Fountain, a handsome piece of art. On the base are four In- dians in bronze, four more Indians hold up the pedestal on which rests a large elk. This is set in the center of the lawn and looks very pretty with flowers growing all around it. Benches are placed almost every- where around the park and they are usually occupied, as many who can- not g0 to the ather parks on account of the distance take advantage of this central location. Farther up on the hill is the Capitol, in all its beauty of architecture, made of white marble and ornamented in va- rious ways, it can truly be said to be one of the nicest in the country. As you approach you will notice that pictures have been carved in stone over the doorways, showing some of the incidents in the settlement of the Connecticut colony. Niches have been made in the side of the building and in these stand small statues of the state’s famous men, among them Ma- son and Wirthrop. Far above the golden dome of the Capitol sparkles in the sunlight. This same dome is illuminated with hun- dreds of electric lights as soon as darkness comes and it can be plain- ly seen all over Hartford. As vou walk around the building you will notice that memorials to men that have gone are set here and there around the capitol grounds. In the rear is a sun-dial which tells that Hartford is in a Latitude of 41 degreess 45 minutes, 48 seconds “N. and Longtitude 72 degrees, 40 minutes, 57 seconds.” The State Library, 2 handsome edi- fice' of white stone can be viewed from this point to good advantage. It is an interesting thing to note® that this structure cost the state just $1,424,- 147.50; while the Capitol was built at the enormous sum of $3,342,550.72. Leaving the Capitol grounds and crossing Trinity street you are in Bushnell Park proper, a little ways down stands the Soldiers and Sailors’ arch—a memorial to the brave men who gave their lives for the country. After walking for a short while through the park you will come upon a small pond inclosed with a wire fence. A bubbling rock fountain is in the center and pgnd-lilies, ivies and other plants grow along the edges, which in addition to some little fish and a small rowboat moored along the bank, give it quite a natural appearance, dispite its artificial origin. Leaving the pond we continue on soon the Jenny Hoddley spanning the Park Hurrying up t short little sireet we are in the hustle-bustle of Main street and di- rectly across from us is—well, we'll talk of that some other time. WALTER GAVIGAN. Willin#ntie. Orioles’ Nest. The orioles built their nest in a large apple trece near my bedroom window. They sang to me every morning. - [ sat under the tree and watched the mother and father birds feed their young. They would fly back and forth with worms and bugs. One bright day the litdle orioles started to try and fly. They stood on the edge of the nest and pretty soon one flew and then another, and they kept on flying till they all had gone. I was sorry to see them 2o, for they sang so sweetly. I hope they come back next spring. SYLVIA A. MINER, Age 12. North Franklin. BY WIDE- walking under the shady trees; we come upon bridge, Memorial Billy Bunt. When my uncle was a small bcy he In an interesting article in the Oc- | had a pet lamb nagfidr“i“yi One day . ap. | When uncle was barefoot he put an tober Woman's Home Companion 2p- | 5i3°ghos on his foot and sat down on pears the following: a bench and stuck his foot out and “Many of the little folks of field and | said to the lamb: Eonekt B s : “Bunt, Billy, Bunt!” e S “h"l i"sm’”e”;s' The lamu bunted and uncle went play on them night and day, for | sver on his back with the bench on three or four months of the year. The | top. lorg-horned grasshopper, or true katy- did, is the leader of the band. He has two sets of wings, the outer ones used for flying, the inner ones make up the bow and fiddle. Near the base of these inner wings is fastened a set of strong veins. When he moves them so that the veins on each wing rubt together, it makes a funny little wiry sound, and that is what grasshopper’s fiddling.’ “Our common little green grasshop- per is another fine player. His fiddle is attached to one wing, and he uses his hind leg for a bow. On this leg is a line of little bead-like lumps, from each of which grow a number of fine hairs. When Mr. Crasshopper draws this leg back and forth cver his wings, his lovesongs irill out on the summer air. His poor little mate tries hard to make the same kind of music; she goes through the same motions, but is can ncver produce a single sound. She never grows discouraged, but keeps it up night and éay; and I suppose her lover takes the will for the deed, and loves her just the same. “Ahother first-class flddler is the cricket. His tune is loud and shrill One tune by night, one by day, is his rule. He has even been known to change his note when the clouds dark- ened the sun for a while in the day. Some Insects beat little drums when they want @) make musie. The seven- teen-year ust, has two tiny drums fastered to nis abdomen. They -are fixed firm and tight, and to each one is dttached a strong muscle which the insect can tighten or relax at will. Tt makes a sound something like beating on a tin pan and will drown out every other musical note of the summer day. “Another queer player is the death watch beetle. He burrows into old wood, and makes a tap, tap, as ke pushes along. The longicorn beetle produces a rattling sound by the fric- tion of his ecaly neck. Many others of our fary-like friends have musical arrangements that make us think of fiddles. In fact, mb:b bvlalh:.u of o:r prol suggested by fiddlers of lmtuxe.g called | ROGKR B. MINER, Age 8. North Frankli Don. Don was the name of a large Amer- jcan bulidog tnat lived on my grand- mother's farm He was a vicious look- ing dog, but he always was gentle with children. He was a good hunter. One day my uncle took him in the woods where he was chopping and he had Just commenced to work when he heard the dog barking close by. He took his axe and went to see what it was (hat the dog was barking at. Just as soon as he got to the place where the dog was he heard a loud racket. Looking under the edge of a ledge, he saw a big racoon and the dog fighting fiercely. There was & hard struggle for a while, but the dog scon conquerea him, and dragging him from beneath the ledge, laid him at his master’'s feet. One day as he was sleeping in the horse’s srall the horse stepped on his nose and broke it, so they decided to shoot him, as he could not live like that. We all felt sorry when he died, as we all Joved him, He caught 68 woodchucks during the year 1914. ALVIN LACHAPELLE, Age 12. South Canterbury. Causes ard Prevention of Fires. There are several ways in which a firo may be started. Lighted matches may be thrown aside by a careless person or by lunters, and set fire to dry leaves. A person who smokes cigars or cigarettes may throw one aside that is lighted and therefore cause a fire. Persons lighting bonfires or brush fires must Pe,very careful so that the fire may not. run away and set fire to a forest. 3 Children may be playing with matches and strike one to see it burn, and the flame may set on fire the child’s dress or some paper and thus start a fire. - Fire does damage in a great many ways. It burns the trees, causing them to die. It burns the homes and farm buildings of the people, destroys their crops, and sometimes lives are lost. ‘The way to prevent a fire is to be jpeople were to meet a: “It ain’t what's did, but what's didn’t, that makes trouble for Awakes. us Wide- v very acreful not to throw away lighted matches, cigars or cigarettes. To keep close watch of bonfires and brush fires and not to let children handle or play with matches, and not to put any in- flammable stuff where it is likely to catch_on fire, and not to have paper or rubbish very near a furnace door on account ¢f the srarks. 2 JOSEPHINE BOROVICKA, Age 14 Norwich. Kate's Wonderful Trip. It was on a moonlight night that Kate found herself on a large train in Wyoming. How she enjoyed that ride! The train,was going so fast and there were so many sights to see that Kate thought she would have to have brighter eyes to see them all at once. She soon came to the Hotel Niagara. There, to her surprise, she found her big brother Tim waiting for her. How delighted and happy she was to see him, although she could not find out how he came to be there ahead of her, but-that didn’t matter. After lunch she went out for a walk with her brother Tim. In that walk she saw beautiful sights. Tie water- filled terraces with their beautiful col- ors were amazing to Kate. Aill ¢f a sudden she found herself near a mammoth hot spring. ‘Where had she read of hot springs? It seemed hard to recall the name of the book, but after a moment’s hard thinking she remembered the book en- titled Yellowstone Park. Was she in this very same park? This was hard to beiieve by Kate herself. She re- membered the Devil’s Kitchen, and al- though it was interesting, nothing could induce her to go there. Now she feund herseclf going for a seven mile ridc in a park coach. She was told to watch for all animals. This she did. Once she saw a mother deer with its little one on the banks of the road. As she raised her camera to take a snapshot of the animal it bound- ed away into the thicket. This was not the only animal she was disap- pointed with. It seemed tor her that she only frightened them away with her camera, 50 she did not try to take any more snapshots. Another thing which Kate thought a marvelous sight was g fountain geyser. It had beautifyl colored tints and water spouted ¥p ever so high. A few steps away she saw a lake which had the colors of a rainbow. She saw other 0dd springs and pools, and she could not get over the wonderful sights. ‘When through with her thoughts she found herself in another very strange place. She soon found out by her brother that she was at the Niagara Falls. She locked off toward the di- rection in which he pointed and saw the falls. As she was going to climb upon another cliff 10 get a better view of the falls she slipped and fell away down in a narrow pathway between two_cliffs. All of a sudden mother's voice calling: we must finish our shopping before evening” She opened her eyes and found herself on the beautiful car- peted floor of the waiting room in a large department store, decorated with the pictures of sights in the Yellow- stone. She at once recognized where she was, and alas! her trip to the Yellowstone was only a dream! MOLLIE PALEY, Age 14. Colchester. heard _her ‘Come, Kate, The Prize Winner. A king once ordered a trial of good deeds among his people, and offered to give the winner whatever he might select as a Prize. There had often been trials of strength, trials of speed and trials of skill; but in the first the strong op- pressed the weak, in the second the swift di@ not help the slow, and in the third one tried to cheat the other. A day was set forth for this new trinl, and the following morning the the palace, where one by one they were to be ad- mitted to tell the king what good they had done. When the time came many queer stories were told. One man said he had seen many little things to do, but had hurried on all day in search of some great thing worthy of a prize. “How foolish!” cried the king. “Do you not know that you can reach the great only by way of the little®” Last of all came a little girl. She had on a plain calico dress, her halr was neatly brushed, and her blue eyes had such an honest look that the king felt sure she had done better than any of the others. But she had come only to look on, and when the king asked what gocd deeds she had done, the child answered: “May it please your majesty, I had no time vestcrday to do good deeds.” “No time for good deeds:” sald the king. ‘Pray, what were you doing?” “Mother was busy,” replied the child, “so I fed the chickens, picked up chips, swept the kitchen, set the table, and played with baby to keep him still.” “Good!"” said the king, “but did you not want to try for the prize?” “O, yes, indeed,” answered the little one. ‘I do not know how to do good deeds, anyhow.” “I think you €10,” said the Xing, “and 1 intend to give you the prize. So now tell me what you want.” ‘The little girl was surprised; blushed and said: “May it please your majesty, I would like a little wagon for baby to ride in” She received not only what wished for, but much more. MARY E. MURPHY, Age 11. Taftville. she she Gra Granite is composed of quarts, feld- spar and mica mixed without any regular arrangements of the crystal. The grains vary in size from that of a pinhead to a mass of two or three feet in diamseter. Granite varies in color from almost white to black, and from light pink to a_dark red. This variation is due to the di proportions of feld- spar and lifferent color Which that 1t is hard, strong and durable and is one of the most valuable building stone Tt can be worked into any form, re- ceives a high polish and withstands the weather well. = A great deal of granite is quarried in Maine, New Hampshire, Vermont, Massachusetts and Minnesota. Syenite is a variety of granite in which the mica is replaced by horn- blende. GRACE 1. MAHONEY, Age 12. Colchester. The Donkey That Lives in a Castle. Many years ago we lived in the Isle of Wight, England. About eight miles from our house was ‘Carisbrooke castle. In the castle lived a handsome old donkey whose name was Jack. He had lived in that grand old place for nearly thirty years. In the castle is a wvery deep well Perhaps you will guess now why Jack lived in the.castle. The well is three hundred féet deep, and I don’t believe we should ever haye tasted that bright, sparkling water it hadn’t been for good old Jack’'s help. He just steps into a largs windlass wheel, patter, patter go his little hoofs for a minute or two, when ke turns the big wheel, and up comes a bucket full of the best water you ever tasted. ~Then Jack comes out of the great wheel. ‘The children all gatoer around and pat and_per him. We feed him with the cakes and apples, or bunches of watercress brought. on purpose for “dear old Jack.” No wonder the “well donkeys” are fat and jolly and live to be old. The well keeper told us that one had lived to be 50 years old, and another 40 vears. 1 shouldn't wonder if our friend Jack lived as long as any of them. In summer a great many visitors go to see this famous old bullding, with its de@p well, and the - famous old donkey that lives in a castle. NANCY TETREAULT. Versailles. The Origin of an Opal. Once there was a dewdrop. It drop- ped from the-sun as it was going down in the west. It was going to wait for morning. . A rose looked down at the violet and began to frown, for that was where the dewdrop settled. But when the rose saw its picture it began to smile. A stranger passel by and saw one of the leaves to the rose bush. He said that at first the leaf would look green, then it would look gray; but at Erst he looked at the sky, and it was lue. o In the morning a little girl walked by. The little girl saw that the dew- drop was an opal. It became an opal by the blowing of many colors into the dewdrop. ELIZABETH C. SERVICE. Norwich. The Execution of Punch. Mother pronounced his death doom, father ratified it, so there was nothing left for Bub and me to do but wail over cur wise, our beloved old pussy- cat, so soon to depart this life. Father said: “Punch is such an old beast that I can chloroform him my- self.” So, unfearful of Punch ghosts or nightrhares. he set the chloroform beside wlhiat was soon to be the re- mains of our cat under a large box in the back yard. All day long that box loomed large on the horizon of our minds. With noses flattened against the window- pane, we watched the man of fate ap- proach the sfpulchre, lift the box and —but why did he jump so? Why did he use stch etrong language? Lo and behold! " There was Punch squirminfy through "the man's legs and trotting cheerfully to the back door. The chloroform had killed one of his nine lives, and all its attendant sickneas, and there was Punch, fully prepared to fight and purr with his other eight. MAY KELLY. Norwich. The Class Trip. Every year it is the custom for tho members of the graduajing class of the Montvilie schocls to go on a class trip. The money for this trip is gained by having each pupil pay five cents every week, and also by having minstrel shows and plays. This year we went on the annual trip about the 4th of June. We start- ed about 7 o'clock in the morning and rode until we came to New London, where we stopped to get our teacher. Some of the girls and boys got out and had their cameras filled. When they came back we started, eleven in all, for our long journey to Hartford. The first stop we made was at a store in Chester, where we bought some oranges and bananas take along with us on the trip. The teacher told us we would stop at Bible Rock. We were all very anx- fous to see this rock. When we came to it we got out of the auto and went over and wrote our names on it. Some of the girls and boys took “a picture of the rock. After that we got into the auto and kept riding, and riding, until the glad news reached our ears that we were in Hartford. The first building 'we went through was the Morgan Memorial, where there were beautiful carvings and paintings and some handsome statues, Seeing it was near noon time, we went and had dinner in a restaurant. After dinner we went through the capitol building and climbed ahout 112 stairs to the dome. There we had our pictures taken, and also took a plc- ture of the city of Hartford. Then we came down from the dome and all of us went and registered .our names and then we went to the libra- ry and also registered our names there. There was a ball game going on that day and the boys wanted to g0 to it. We first went through . Jlizabeth park and then to the game. After the game it was almost time to go home. Before we went we wanted to buy some postcarde to send to our friends, so we all went into a drug store and bought 103 postcards and stamps, From there we went to the postoffice and mailed them. After that we start- ed for home, about half past six. We reached New London about quarter pas: 11 and had supper there. After supper we started for home, which weé did not reach until about 12 o'clock. They all said they had a very good time, and it was also & good thing that the next day tvas rday: KATHERINE HICKEY, Age 14. Montville.. to A World Without Any Trees. You have trees, but if you had been in my place centuries ago you would have found that it is hard to get along without them. One day about twenty years after Adam had been Fll on this world where you now live, had a dream. I dreamt that I was wm‘klr%m a hol- low between four high hills. I saw, in the center of the hollow, upon a rock a cage containing a little bird. I went to the cage and took hold of it. 1 was going to take it to my home. As soon as my hand had touched it 1 heard an angry voice cry: “The first man who touches that lc-ge will cause the world to be tree- ess.” 1 took my hand off, but it was of no use. . The treés all went from sight. When I got home Eve wanted to know where all the trees had gone to. I told her what had happened. She began to ory. I aidn’t know what she was crying for, but in a felt like, ' When I went to my garden to dig I began to sweat. I couidn’t find any es to geét under. I got so I had to stop working and go into my hut. . 1 A few days late: tore my dress of palm leaves and Eve couldn’t mend them because she was all out of thorns. There was not ‘a tree where she could get a‘néw sSupply. In a little while all of the birds dicd, there were no insects but those in the ground. - Those that had been on the trees colildn’t stay in the ground and they died. The birds. couldn’t get a living if they had to scratch thelr food from the ground. After the birds had died we had only fish and ‘berries to eat. At last we had a son we called Cain. As soon as he was born a good angel came and changed the birds and trees back to the form that they had had little while I myselt. before, The trees had green leaves. ‘The birds sung a the breeze began to_move. Now I wWas very happy. ‘When I awoke I made up my mind that T would write this story and have it printed so that everygne might know what a sorry place the world would be without trees. I am glad to know that most all of the boys and girls in this state try to protect the trees and keep a good for- estry. ERNEST HATTIN. Mt. Hope, Mansfield Center, CE. LETTERS TO UNGLE JED. Matrons and Nurses for the Indians. Dear Uncle Jed:—Every Friday we have to give an oral composition at school about something Interesting we have read in a magazine during the week. I will tell you what®I had for last Friday. It was entitled, “Befriending the Indians.” There are sixty matrons in the United States. They travel through deserts and mountains, and vifit the lonely villages of the Indlans. There is much unnecessary suffer- ing among these tribes. Many a pa- poose who is blind might have been saved if it had been taken care of when it was small. There are sixty-nine npurses in the service and a number of doctors. These matrons teach the Indian women how to cook, sew and keep their houses clean. RUTH DAVIS, Age 10. South Canterbury. Dinner for Three. Dear Uncle Jed: Little Eva took a plateful of dinner out into the shed, to feed her Kkittens. ‘When she called them the black Kkit, apd the gray kit, both of them ran to the plate. They each seized a bit of meat and began to shake it and growl over it. “Don’t quarrel little kits!” said Eva. ‘When the meat was all picked out the kittles ran away. “Oh, now they have wasted all the rest of the dinner!"”"said Eva. But just then old Dobbin, the horse, saw the plate. He had been turned loose into the yard to eat grass. Dob- bin came and put his head in at the door, and he ate up every bit of the vegetables and bread. Then Eva laughed and clapped her hands. “O, mamma!” she said, “it Is Just like. the story of Jack Sprat in my ‘Mother Goose." “'Twixt them both they cleared the cloth, and licked the platter clean.” EVEEINA BOUCHARD, Age 12 Norwich, Arlene’s Visit to Her Sister. Dear Uncle Jed: About a month ago my brother's wife invited me to come and spend a week with her after my father got donme haying so I could be spared. At last haying was gver and I.called my sister up -by. telephone aund she said she would meet me in Augusta Saturday. When Saturday came she met me and we took the trolley to her home. She has several rooms in the same house with another family. There are four children in this fam- ily—three girls and a boy. Esther, the oldest, is seventeen. Bob is 13 | Evelyn is ten, Harriet is five. Evelyn has a pet chicken named Adelaide that will follow her every- where she goes, and will come to her whenever she calls it. The first evening I was there we played tag and hide and go geek with the little children. Another night I watched them play Flinch. In the morning and afternoon Eve- yn and I played dolls. She has four- teen Better Bonmet dolls which she cut out of the Ladies' Home Journal. She also has a lot of other paper dolls, Tho first of the weck my sister and I went to the moving pictures. The play was “Gevina Romance” by by Billie Burke; the other was “Common Grounds” by Marie Doe. Friday was Bob’s birthday, so we all went to see the pictures, “Hulda in Holland,” by Mary Pickford. Sat- urday I came home after having had a very nice time. ARLENE PRARL, Age 12. Augusta, Me. Loves to Live in the Country. Dear Uncle Jed: As my sister Is writing a letter to the Wide-Awakes, I thought I would write a letter. 1 love the country for the air is so much more healthy than, in the crowded city. I love the green grass and the sweet little birds for they sing so sweetly in_the morning. o We live on a nice farm about five minutes’ walk from the state road. My sister and myself <xpect to &0 to school next Monday, but we are told we will find quite & difference in these schools which are taught so much different than New York schools. HYMAN WEISSLER, Age 9. Norwich. Lydia Likes Country Life. Dear Uncle Jed: I am a little girl eight years of age and I have often read the stories of the Wide-Awake Circle and I like them very much. 1 live in New York city, but I am living in the country just now and I like country life very much. My papa has business in New York city, but mama, by brothers and myself live on the farm. We have two lovely little French poodles, their names are Poodie¢ and Snookums. They are very cute. My brother and myself go up a high hill every day for our milk and our little pets go with us. Sometimes we stay nearly all day till my uncle comes after us in his auto. LYDIA WEISLER, Age 8. Norwich. The Travels of a Penny. Dear Unecle Jed: I would like to tell you about one of my adventures with a penny. 4 As comrade Bessie and myself were raking the back yard, trying to im- prove itg beauty for Memorial day, I happened to glance down at a round copper colored piece of metal which locked like a penny. Not belleving it was anything of the kind, I stooped down to »ivk it up, and it was just the thing. With all the joy in my hand, I ran to mother, telling her the news. She told me to put it in my pozket- book, and not to spend it for about three days, and that might bring me luck, so the old saying was. - After doing this T went down to finish clean- ing. After I had finished, I went uyp into the house. I could hardly wait tills the three days were over. But at last the end did come. After dinner that day I took the ol e AL and Chafing Quickly Healed by the use of Readwhat this trained nursesays ‘I used Sykes’ Comfort Powder on this baby for rash and chafing with the very best results.. It is soothing, cooling, and healing to the most deli- cate . I have used many other powders but have never found eny- = mng todh al skin lorfi ness like Comf owder.’’—Grace Burbidge, nurse, Manchester,Conn. Used after baby’s bath it will keep the skin healthy and free from soreness. Nota phinhlumyo\'dlr,bnnhigh‘z medicated nursery uses, to_heal and prevent chafing, itching, scalding, infants -e-ldhud-..snehy heat,. rashes, hives, bed-sores, irritation caused by eruptive diseases and bandages. At Drug and Dep’t Stores, 25c. THE COMFORT POWDER (0., Boston, Mass, penny down to the candy store and bought a square of ghocolate. ‘When 1 came home mother sent me to this same grocery store to buy a box of cocoa for 15 cents; and she had given me 20 cents, so that I was to bring 5 cents change. Among thosc five pennies I fourd that same penny with my initiais on it. ‘When I gave this to mother she gave me this penny for running an errand for her. I ihen went down and bought a bag of peanuts. The nert dey a young gentleman asked me to address him to a man on Fairmount street. He gave me a few pennies to buy an ice cream cone, and there was this same penny. In our school we collect pennies for the playground association, €o I put this penny in, and this was the last I ever saw of it. EVA SADINSKY. Norwich. The Magic Tree. Dear Uncle Jed: _There was once a young man who was walking along a dusty rond. As he was walking along he met an 0ld womaml She said, “Young man, go to that elm tree youder and take “this key. When you get there you will find a hole which is blocked up with a dark, brown cork. Take out the cork and you will ind a keyhole.” The young man obeyed her orders. He went forth to the tree. He took out the cork and opened the door of bark. As quickly as he -opened the door he saw bright jewels lylng or the floor. There were émeralds, sapoht es, pearls, rubies and many other kinds. He filled his blouse and pockets as brimming as he could get them. Ha vent home ich man, but he never aw the old woman any more, ETHEL MURDOCK. s Taftville. Foust; ‘the Great ' Dane._ Dear Uncle Jed: I am going to tell you about a big dog, 4nd also some birds. The dog’s name is Foust. He is a great Dane and a good, faithful dog. When I _go to the vil- lage to get our mail Foust comes to meet me and he takes the Norwlich Bulletin outipf my hand and carries it in his mouth. He likes very much to shake hands with me. When he wants to come in the houss he scratches with his paw at the door. There are some little song sparrows which come by the lilac bush near our kitchen window . for crumbs. I feed them most every morning. I see many starlings, crows, sea- gulls most every fine day. I hear the fog horn very often. 1 think the, Wide-Awake Circle is very, very interesting to read. I will now close for this time. LILLIAN M. BREHAUT. - Ruth’s School. Dear Uncle Jed: I am going to tell vou about my school. It is a large room with a fine yard to play in. I have joined the sewing club. I love my teacher. RUTH FARGO, Age 8. —— Bolivia. Dear Uncle Jed: In the country now called Bolivia, named after the libera- tor, Simon Bolivar, a high civilization existed as far back as the “Christian Era,” under a dynasty called Pirua. In the eighth century they were suc- ceeded by the Aymaras tribe. In the country now Peru, the Incas nation ruled, being only surpassed by the Aztec of Mexico, in high civiliza-. tion. In southern Chile the warlike tribe of_Arancanians dwelt. When the Spaniards under Franecis- co Pizarro destroyed “the empire of the Incas™ in 1527 he sent his brother Hernando to conquor the Aymaras which he did (1545) and worked over eight million to death. Another Spaniard (Almagro) under- took the conquest of Chile and in a few years he subdued the upper half but the Arancanians held out two hundred years after. But the spirit of the mountaineers wag not broken. for they were among the first to rebel, #nd did so, but were defeated. Soon all over South Amer- ica a_thirst for independence broke out. New Granada (Ecuador, Colom- bia and Venezuela) won her independ- ence, chiefly through “the battle of Boyaca” in 1819. Then Bolivar sent his army to assist Peru and freed her. Meanwhile Chile won her independ- ence In the Battle of Maypu in 1817. Ecuador and Venezuela seceded from Colombia in 1831. Bolivia w@s named in 1825 and seceded from Peru in 1826. All these -countries were nests of anarchy and were torn with revolu- tion until 1875. Then things some- what brightened. _ Bolivia and Peru opened the nitrate mines and borax and a small business began. Chile, jealous of this, at once besan moving the boundary; and In :Ll;&;nr took Bolivia’s valuable seacoast (1883). Peru .has not recovered from that war, and its people are poor and al most helpless. Population 4,000,000 army 4,000 men. Chile has extensive commerce, be- ing rich in minerals. Population in 1900 was 4,000,000 and an annual ad- dition to the army of 6,000, but the Yantic. navy is small. Aside from cocoa and spices Colom- bia and Venezuela are occubationless. MYRON RINGLAND. Nprwich Town. The Division of the Earth. Dear Uncle Jed: On the third of May, 1493, Pope Alexander VI. divided the earth by a line running north and south about at the 45th meridian. {Continued on Page Twelve)