Norwich Bulletin Newspaper, October 12, 1916, Page 9

NORWICH BULLETIN, THURSDAY, OCTOBER 12 1916 Rules for Young Writers. 1. Writs plainly on one side of the only, and pumber Ay Use and i 3. Short and pointed articles will be given Do not use over 250 words. Original storfes or letters only will be us ed, 6. Write your name, &ge and ad- dress plainly at the bottom of the story, Address all communications to Uncle Jed, Bulletin Office. “Whatever you are—Be that! Whatever you say—Be truel Straightforwardly act, Be_honesj—in faect, .Bn nobody élse bul yow" POETRY. IT'S GOING TO RAIN. How do I know it 1s going to rain ‘When the sky is yet so fair? The way I tell is by the curls In my baby’s sunny hair. When they creep and cling about her row, Like the tendrils of a vine, You may search the sky for a little cloud; You may hear in the pine. And so the angels whisper to me, As we look through the window pane; And 1 tell baby—and baby tells me— Just when it is going to rain. THE ANXIOUS MOTHER. 1 lent my dear Dolly, and what do you think? . They gave her no food; they gave her no drink; They left her uncovered all night in the cold— My dear little Dolly, not quite a year old! Her color, how faded! It rained where she lay; She had for her pillow a wisp of wet ay; To have her so treated, say, who would not scold? My own little Dolly, not quite a year old! Now, swallow white pill 'Twill cure you, my darling, I kmow that it will; We'll no more be parted, for love or it, Dolly—this little for gold— My dedar little Dolly, not quite a year old. —Tola. UNCLE JED’S TALK WITH WIDE- AWAKES, Did you ever hear a boy or a girl say, “I don't know what to do next!” Now the boy or girl who does not know what to do next must be pretty hollow inside and need filling up. This is a €ood rule for such a boy THE WIDE AWAKE CIRCLE BGYS AND GIRLS DEPARTMENT ar girl: “If you dom’t know what to do don’t do it But there is no such thing in this world as doing nothing, because even then one is acquiring a bad habit. Lots of people who do nothing are making life hard for themselves. t There i always something for every- one to do. If they need not help them- selvey they may find joy in helping some one else. The person Who doesn’s know what to do nmext is confessipg that he be- longs to #hose “who having eves see | not and having ears hear not.” This is the way the Bible has of politely describing stupid people. In teaching goodness the Bible could not neglect politeness, but I guess you may have noticed some folks who read their Bible have never found this out. They belong to the clags who having eyes see not! If you do not know what to do next you cannot be a Wide-Awake, for our wide-awakes always keep in mind that the thing to do next is the first good or useful thing that needs doing. Keep busy. Be afraid of being idle. Don't you know some one ages ago said: “Satan finds some mischief still for idle hands to do and this has served as a warning to all mankind ever since, Uncle Jed thinks this was what “the Hoosier poet” had in mind when he wrote: The gobble'uns ’'ll get you if you don’t watch out. No Wide-Awake will be caught say- ing: “I do not know what to do next!” There is énough to do in this world for every one in it for all time. LETTERS OF ACKNOWLEDGMENT. Anna Corcoran, of Lowell, Mass.—I thank you very much for the nice prize book you sent me entitled: * Camp Fire Girls in the Maine Woods. I have read it and find it very inter- esting. Miriam Gordon, of North Franklin. I received the prize book awarded me and have read it and enjoyed it very much. Thank you. Irene McCarthy, of Norwich—I thank you very much for the prize book I received I think it is very nice. I hope to win another soon. WINNERS OF PRIZE BOOKS. 1—Augusta Shershevsky, of Norwich —What Two Children Did. 2—Ralph Olsen, of Baltic—The Boy Scouts ‘Mountain Camp. 2—Martha Hargey, of Uncasville— Mrs. Pinner's Little Girl. 4—Anna Corcoran, of Lowell, Mass. HIS CHAMPION “Tom is my friend,” said the freckled boy, “and besides, ma, you don't under- stand him. Now, Yom 1s a regular piker at some things, but when it comes to knowin' a lot, he's right there, and he's full of “pop” too. Why only yesterday, he maae the brilliantist re- marks to the teacher. You know she was telling’ us about snve factories and how the leather is tanned, and the kind of bark they get irom trees to use in the tannin' process and she caught ‘lom whispering to Ellen Pratt. He told me afterwards he was only askin’ her if they took the skin from her calves to make her shoe of; and the teacher up and asked him, just as suddin’, what kind of troes they took the bark irom. She tgought she'd catch him, but I tell you he was smart and he right up and sez: “rac’trecs, Miss Day.” Wasn't "that clever? It shows he knew all the time what she was talk- in' about. She just gasped and asked him how he happened to be so bril- liant; and he popped up again and said it must be because his father worked in the Gas Light office. She gasped again and asked him if he was ught-neaded, too. He only grinned and said he guessed he was, as he had light hair. Then she told him to stay after school and get a little light on the ieather subject. I thought that was meAn of her when she didn't stick him at_all. “I hope vou don't talk that way to the teacher,” responded his mother. “Goodness, ma, 1 never could think of such smart things to say. I just wished 1 was as bright as Tom is. “Now the other day, he was at the drug store where he works every night after school until 6 o’clock, and he asked Mr. Bradley if he could get off e half hour early that night es he had left his school books at the library on his road there from school, and he'd got to have them the next morning, and the library closed at 6. Mr. Bradiey said he could go, but he ought to have been more thoughtful about them, and not leave them there. Tom told me he left them on pur- pose s0’s he could get off early. That's the cleverest schems I ever heard of. “He can do anything, Tom can” sighed the freckled boy. “He can ride his bike without touching the handle- bars; and he's the best pitcher on our Hasel team. He's lucky, too. He et Jimmy Cole 10 cents that he could at him to school yesterday. He was 80 way around by the grist mill, aich is farther, than by the red idge, the way Jimmy was to go. .mmy knew it was farther, so he sok up the bet, but he lost, cause when ne got to the school Tom was sittin’ on the step laughing at him. You see, they both started together, but Tom came back and got his bike and he got to the sch five minutes before Jimmy did. He didn’t say how they was to go, only just who would be there first, and he was, so he got the ten cents. The other day a man said he'd give him 25 cents if he'd around with a hundred hand bills for his auction. Tom said he would, so got the money and he left one at the first ten houses and when he to Polack block, he left all the fest of them in the hallway. “That wasn't right,” said the freck- S 5 ? a 25 cen! yes he sald he thought there must be near- ly a hun imilies there, judgin’ from the young ones that were on the steps, and he ieft en oot he bog swant on “Hip Paethot 16 on. ks mim WOPk avotnd for her her great big doll-house was awful dusty, and she gets a penny a day to; keep it nice and clean; and she was sick so she couldn’t and she asked Tom to do it for her; and he'd get the penny instead. He didn’t care nothin’ about the penny, but his mother made him do it for her. Well, he did, and he ian’t. He tied the dust-cloth around his rabbit and shit him inelde the doll-house. He said he had to g&o through the doors to get around, and he'd do the dusting, s0 he went —off and left him. Imagine having to dust that thing. He was clever to think of something to help him out. He calls his rabbit his “labor-saving device” Why don’t es lots of work? “Alright,” responded his mother, “I'll tie a dust cloth around you and you can crawl on your hands and knees and dust my floors for me like the rabbit did.” “I guess mot,” shouted the freckled boy, & he was making for the door, “I'm going to find Tom and see what he'’s up to now.” u do that VADA WILCOX. THE DRAWBACKS OF YOUTH “Frances Barton, do you know what ti it is? Get right up this minute— 8 o'clock and you're still in bed. The idea! There is no need of your being so terribly lazy. Get up this instant, and hurty about it, too! Youll be late for school and then you will be afraid to in. Come hurry up. I'll have your brt ready in five min- utes, and you see that you're ready to eat it!” “Oh me, say now, honest I'm so Sleepy 1 just hate to get up. Oh I wish it was Sat'dy, honest I do. Why, when a feller works hard as I did yesterday after school, he needs a lit« tle rest, and it don't seem’s if I'd been in bed an hour altogether. Gee! ail my bones ache, honest ma. You ought to feel sorry for me steadof making me hurry; and besides I got a whole hour before school begins, and I can run like anything when I get started. I'm the fastest and bestest runner in the school. Can't I stay here ten min- utes longer, ma? Honest! T'll hurry up lke anything when I do get up. Oh! gee! your hard on a feller to make me get up this very particular minute. Why, Iain’t got. my eves open at al lyet! Seems though I ean't, they're so heavy like.” “Chub’s mother, she lets him stay in bed as long as he wants to. Why only last week just once he had time to eat his breakfast and that was one day his father was home and he made him get up. No, he ain’t lazy, neither. Chub is a fast enough hurrier same's 1 am, only he is growing like me and he needs lots of rest same’s I do. The doctor could tell you I ought to have more rest. Well, I do go to bed early, don’t 1? Goodness, I ain’t a baby to have to go to bed at six o'clock. I'm big enough to stay up same’s Chub is, and he never goes to bed before ten. I can't get to sieep if I go early. en I get big 'Im going to stay in bed till —'yes!” I'm coming ma, honest. I got one stocking on. Gee, can’t you give a feller a little time? I'll bet you laid abed just all wanted to when you was & girl. You don’t make Dorothy get up. Well, don’t I know she don’t go to school? But she don't have to get neétthe I'm so up ‘r. Oh, tired. Yes, yes, ma! Il be ly in Gee, 1 wished I coild stay a minute. in bed all day the way Chib’s mother . [lets him. It's mighty hard on & feller I say, to have to get up so early every morning. There, now! I'm up! But I'm awful tired! 1 thought You said it was lacks eight o'clock. It a whole of it, and I'm all ready. Pll “His mother is and he ought | minute bet Chub ain't ed his t. Lqfidfl‘lar all he can,” added the boy Sometin n}‘fi‘:fie{’;"fi"‘:":‘ :;e % he r he told me that # 1t sick he slesp in the morning. iy %‘Efl‘}g ehe. C T VADA WILCOX.” | e —Mbtor Maids at Sunrise .Camp. 5—Erma_ Miner, of Hadlyme—The 'Jrl:tor Made by Rose, Shamrock and 6—Rose Kessler, of Colchester—The Bobbsey Twins at Snow Lodge. 7—Anna Blatherwick, of Norwich— Thé Bobbsey Twins in the Country. $—Louis Sabel, of Norwica—The boy Scouts and tiie Army Airship. The winners of prize books living in the city may call at the Bulletin business office for them at any hour after 10 a. m. on Thursday. LETTERS WRITTEN BY WIDE- AWAKES, My Pet Cotton-Botton. One day in spring in the month of May I thought I would go and visit a faithful friend of mine. She was go- ing to feed her rabbits and asked me to go with her. Of course, 1 could not refuse to as I love rabbits. She had about fifty rabbits and promised to give me one in a few days. ‘We fed the rabbits with clover. When they ate they kept their noses moving. Two days later I went to visit my friend again and she showed me a yellow rabbit which she promised me. The rabbit was just shedding his fur ::ld had little bunches of cotton on m. My friend asked me what I would call my rabbit and I said: ‘“Cotton- Botton.” One day I went into town to do an errand for my mother and I started from the house at eleven o'clock and came home about two as it was a long journey, and I could not return any sooner. My rabbit's custom was to be fed at twelve o'clock, and I wasn’t home and nobody fed him. When I came pack 1 looked for my rabbit but couldn’t find him. I searched for him about a ‘week or more, and at last gave up hope and stopped looking for him. I have never found him since. I have spent many hours thinking of my “Cotton- Botton,” and at times when alone would have to cry for I had nobody to play with, ROSE KESSLER age 11. Colchester. A String of Beads For Every Dress. A very pretty girl passed by our cot- tage every morning. She was alway: dressed simply, but very attractivel and we admired her greatly. We no- ticed that she had many beads—blue beads for her blue dress, pink beads, red beads. In fact, she had a string of beads for each dress. One day we mentioned the beads. “It does take a little time,” she said. “But I like beads.™ me!” we ejaculated, You mean money, don’t you?” No, I mean time,” ‘them myself.” could hardly she insisted. “I believe it, but she convinced us that it was true. ave a good many of them, too,” id. “I get thirty-five cents a it cost much? No, indeed, it cost anything. sre made little s he dough, flour ana w ! Yes, that is a wre made. I blespoons of nd one poon of flour. This must be heated a_little, and then the colored water, which has been heated to the boiling point is poured over it. The colored water cor three table- spoons of water with enough coloring in it to g Red ink wiil mz red nd rose. B shades of blue. Fruitjuices are good for col- or to Diamond dyes are good, colored ter is poured over heated mixture and well If vou want scented beads, es or oil of cloves may be-used. The beads must be molded in the hands, any size desired, but the mix- ture must be cool. Sweet oil is used on the hands to prevent “sticking. After they are hardened they may be strung on waxed thread. MARTHA HARGE sville. Uneca He Won a Reward. Oh how I wish 1 was a hero said Bill Smith as he sat down on a slope of the hill which overiovked the litiie town in which he lived. Glancing up e beheld a large boulder in the road and heard tue cnug-chug of an automobiie coming at full_speed duwn tue hill. Witnout any hesitation he ran out in the middie of the road and shoutcd as hard as he could. The driver got down to see what was the matier. '‘'hen the bey told him all about it The next morning he received a nice sum of meney. ASA HYMAN, Age 12, Norwich. Oats. The oat is une of the most haray and thrifty of grains, and is a native of cold climates, although it will adapt itself to a wide range of latitude and a great variety of soils. It, however, succeeds best :n the northern part of the temperate zone, being\deciaedly a plant of that section; but does not grow as far north as barley. It can be grown in a southern lati- tude where the summers are long and the temperalure very warm, but it does not flourish as well in such lo- calitles, and is apt to degenerate un- der such conditions very rapidly. The grain sown should be the most plump and perfect kernels from a crop cultivated on good soil and un- affected by disease of any kind, such as rust or emut. Oats are one of the very best crops cultivated for feeding working ani- mals, and especially as provender for the horse, they are superior to all other grains. For invalids and young children, oatmeal is very nutritious and strengthening when properly prepar- ed. Oat straw makes quite good feed for farm animals when cut fine and mixed with other materfals. When cut while in blossom and cured like hay, it makes excellent fodder for cows that are giving milk. When stirred intc water oatmeal makes a very healtnful beverage for laborers in hot weather; and obviates the evil effects of drinking too much water under such circumstances. LILLIAN BREHAUT. East Norwich, N. Y. Their Pretty Cat. One day a humtsman went into the woode for game. All of a sudden he saw a fawn. Drawing his bow quick- ly he shot the young deer. Just then he heard a rustling and knowing he was in the king’s fleld he started to run. Two children were. coming out to pick flowers and they saw their pet fawn lying on the ground Their heart began to beat faster becaus2 they feared it was dead. Sitting down beside the fawn the little girl began to cry. The fawn n to move. ‘Then the children went and told their father that their fawn was hurt. o He sent & servafit who bound up the wounid and carried the fawn to the stable. With good care the deer re- covered and was able to run and jump again, ANNA LAROCHE. Versatlles. Harry Whistled. Once upon a time there was a little hsé whose name was Harry. _One cold night Harry was driving Home his father's cows through the woods. e was afruid that he might meet a bear. That night the air was sharp. Once a chestnut burr dropped at the boy's feet. “"Winter ‘will soon be here,” said the boy to himself It was dark, Harry could just -see the shape of the cows. There were five of them. Now the cows were in a hurry to reach the warm barn. “I think I will go by the woodpath,” said the boy to himself. So he ran on Defore the cows and let down the bars into the wood path. The end of wood path was near the door of the barn, It was very still in the woods and Harry whistled as he walked. He had never been in the woods after dark before. He was glad that he was not far from home, When Harry was on the top of the hill he could see the light in the Kitchen. He whistled more loudly then ever, for he knew he was near home. BMILY HADEN, Age 1L Norwich. The Fox in the Well. There was once a fox walking through a meadow. He fell into a well, and called for help, but nobody came for a long time, until at last a wolf passed by and hearing some one calling he went over near the well. Inolklng in he saw the fox in the we! Who ‘wolf. “It is L” said the fox. ““Oh,” said the wolf, “how long have you been tiere? You must be cold. Oh! Wouldn't it be awful if you should get sick and die. You poor thing.” “Oh,” said the fox, “get me out and then pity me. CATHERID New London. is there?, 'E Mc D. BUCKLEY, A Story About the Eskimos. The Eskimos live near the North Pole. It is always cold there. They are always dressed in fur. The Eskimos eat the bubbler of the whale and fish. The Eskimoes live in huts. ‘They have a stone lamp to do the cooking, and light and warm the hut. The Eskimos have dogs to draw their sleds, and they often move from place to place to find seal and fish. JOSEPH HEBERT, Age 11. Ballouville, The Statue of Liberty, In 1886 the statute of liberty was placed in XNew York city. This statue was the statue of “Liberty, hter®ng the world,” which was by the Frenchmen ‘o the Uni- States as an expression of friend- 3 ing towards our country. The s cost more then $200,000 and was paid for by 100,000 Frenchmen. It was placed on Bedloe's Island now called Liberty Island. The statue i 151 feet high and the pedestal is 53 feet high. MATILDA GAYESKI, Colchester. Fast in the Ice. ©One day many years ago, a brig cast off from her moorings, and sailed from a British port for the Polar Seas. That brig never came back. Many a hearty cheer was given, many a kind wish was uttered, many a handkerchief was vaved, and many a tearful eye gazed day as the vessel left Old Ens- ind steered her course into the nknown regions of the far north. But no cheer ever greeted her re- ight eyes ever watched her ound sails r on the horizon. Batte by the of the i her sails and cordage s the frosts, and her hull rasped and shattered b; the ice of those regions, was on a shore where the green has little chance to grow, where reigns nearly all the year where man never sends his mil-r" andis and never drives his ploug cre the brig va: frozen in: there, for two long yea he lay unable to move, and her starving crew forsook ¥ here, year after year she lay, unknown and unvisited civilized man, and unless the wild Eskimos have torn her to pieces, and made spears of her timbers, or the ice has swept her out 1o sea and whirled her to de- struction, there she lies still hard and fast in the ice. FRANCIS O'CONNELL, age 13 Norwich. His First and Last Smoke. and Bobby when a It wa had ju a hot day in July, t finisbed his dinner, stle was heard. He jumped and hurried door. “Why what's the matte ed his mother. {1 s anl ther, looking t is his chum, interrupted ugh his the window, “You may go out and converse with him,” he added to Bob. He went out and in a little while came back. swimming?” he asked. Vhy Robert!” began his mother whe did not want her son to be put in any danger for she thought swim- m a dangerous sport. You may go,” answered his father, who happened to be in good humor that day. He went out jovously and they started off with happy hearts, On the dey Bill found a box of cigarettes. Ue suggested they smoke one, but Bob refused. Bill kept on urging Bob until he agreed. They smoked but did not feel the il] effects until later, when Bob’s head began to turn and feel as if it was going to split. They turned around and went home. When Bob arrived a%t his house he tried to put on a bold front: but his mother saw there was something the matter an questioned him until he confessed. She then made him swear not to smoke again which he willingly did. Now Bob is a rich man and advises young boys not to smoke. LOUIS LOREL. Norwich. Hannah Dustan. It happened one morning when Thomas Dustan went to the fields to work he saw some Indians coming. He had left his wife home sick in bed with her nurse, Mary Neff, and his eight children. There was not a moment to be lost, so he rode back and through his excitement he told of the Indians and his children ran to the nearest garrison. He then left his wife and rode as fast as he could to meet his children. He snatched up the youngest and put spurs to his horse and rode fast with the Indians behind him firing toma- hawks. They finely entered Mrs. Dustan’s house and bidding her get up while they searched through the house. The nurse with the new-born baby had run out of the house. Mrs. Dustan got up, dressed feebly and as they led her out of the house they set fire to it. Mrs. Dustan and Mrs. Neff, who still held the baby, were marching with the rest. One_of the Indians took the baby from Mrs. Neff and dashed its brains out against a tree. The travelers went many miles a day for several days toward Canada. The family of Indiang where Mrs. Dustan and Mrs. Neff lived consisted of twelve Indians and an English lad named Samuel Leonardson whom they had captured a year and a half before. Mrs. Dustan and her two friends made plans to kill the Indians. Ieon- ardson found out a way to kill Indians TOMMY TiD. Tommy Tid says:e said the|- I know a little girl who worried and worried kause her grandpa had gone to heaven without his spectacles. by striking them in the temple, and how the sclaps are torn from victim's head. At the dead of night the captives killed all but two who escaped. They carried the scalps home. All the col~ onists greeted them with much joy. Governor Nicholson sent Mrs. Dustan a pewter tankard. ANNA BLATHERWICK, age 14, Norwich, The Lion and the Mouse. A little mouse, who was playing in the woods, carelessly ran 5o near @ sleeping lion that she was caught be- neath his heavy paw. The lton could easily have crushed her to death; but the mouse begged so piteously that he lifted his foot and sat her free. ~ Not long after, the lion was caught in a hunter's net. He struggled to free himself, but every movement twisted the cords more tightly about him. He new that he must lose his life if he could not escape before the hunters arrived. He roared frightfully and struggled wildly, but in vain. Just then the little mouse appeared, ran up across his broad shoulders and whispered in his ear: “Kecp quiet a moment and I will set you free.” “You?” said the lion, you tiny creature 2" “Yes, L” said the mouse; “just wait and see.” The lion lay quiet and helpless. The mouse began to gnaw the cords: first one and then another she cut with her tiny, sharp teeth. ow stretch yourself,” she said to the lion. With one great bound the lioh freed himself from the net. “What can I do for you?” he cried, remember? There when you saved my life.” AURORE MASEON, age 10. Occum. ofce a time Speak Gently. “Please buy my pénny songs!” cried a feeble voice in cate of the streets of our city. The day was bitter cold anad little Katie had left her cheerless home to earn, if possible, a few pennies. Katie! Her little voc feeble because many passed unnoticed and she felt discour Soon she found herself in a anding beside music beautiful ) tting there selecting music She again uttered her little ¢ “Please buy a penny song!” But the lady, not hearing what she said turned towards her, &nd, with the Kindest, sweetest smile, said gently, “What i darling?" at the me time putting a piece of mone 1. Katie not th she did, laid her head in ¥'s lap and cried as though heart would break. The lady tried to soothe her and soon Katie said, “O Lady! I ery, not because you gave me the money because you spoke so kindly to BESSIE FOX, age 11. but Norwich. Willie’s Question. Willie was a city boy who had come to visit his grandmother. His cousin was there, too. One day his cousin took him all over the farm to see the animals. The first was the cow. ‘What is that questioned Willie? “That is a cow,” said Fred. But what are those on its head? Those are horns. Then when Willie and Fred had gone a little, the cow mooed about three times. Then Willie said, “What horn did he blow 2 Tred was so much alarmed that he ran away from his_cousin Willie. JOHN ANDREW. Taftville. How An Oyster Makes a Pearl. The oyster, with its hard, rough shell and its soft, flabby little body, is not a beautiful creature to look at, but it gives us one of the most beautiful things in the world. From the oyster we gcet the pearl. How does the oyster get the pearl? It gets it in the strangest way. When the oyster is a tiny thing it floats about on the top of the sea, without any shell, just like a little piece of jelly. But when the shell begins to grow the oyster gets too heavy to swim, and has to sink down to the bottom of the sea. It is quite happy there. It fastens itself to a rock or to something eise, and opens its shell and lets in the seawater, which has in it the little things which the oyster eats to make it fat and bis. But sometimes it gets more than it wishes to have. A tiny speck of sand enters the shell and presses against the oyster’s body. Perhaps it may be the egg of a fish or a tiny speck of a sea insect. The poor oyster cannot get it out; but, as it cannot bear to be tickled by what- ever it is which has got into its shell, it sets to work to cover it over and make it smooth. Then something very wounderful happens. rom the oyster’s body there comes a fluid which covers the sand, or what- ever it may be. The fluid hardens. Then there comes more and more fluid, layer upon layer of it This also be- comes d, and in time that little speck of sand is changed into a lovely pearl. It has grown bigger and smoother as the fluid has settled on it, just as a snowball grows. This is the sort of pearl that ladies wear in rings or in bracelets. But there is another sort of pearl. This is the lining of the oyster shell. It is called mother-of-pearl, and is used to make ormaments and but- tons and the handles of knives and forks. The oyster shell is very rouzh out- side, but he must have a smooth bed on which to He, and so he sends out his fluid to harden and to coat the in- side of the shell smooth and beautiful like the loveliest enamel, only better. The best pear] oysters are found off parts of Guinea, Borneo, the Philippine Islands, and Ceylon. They are brought up ous of the sea by brave avers.. Some of the divers who are able to catch an oyster with its shell open drop little things into it to become coated with pearl. There are in the Natural History Museum, in South Kensington, London, a_collection of shell§ nto which the Chinese put some fisures of little idols. These {dols are now quite Seat- ed over with mother-of-pearl, 'rhie outside of the shell becomes the inside. But as the outside wears away, the oyster keeps building up the mother- of-pearl inside, so that the shell shall not become thinner or less safe for his home beneath the sea. MA MINER, age 12. Hadlyme. When Fritz Went to School. Fritz was Johnny Cart’s dog. One day Fitz followed Johnny to school. Miss Mary said she would let Fritz stay in school if évery one was very, very quiet. Fritz laid down and was soon asleep. “We will have a spelling match,” said Miss Mary.” The boys stood on one side of the room and the girls on the other. Soon there were only twelve girls and five boys, Then four girls remained standing, but no boys went down. Then there were only one boy and one girl. “Rats,” said Miss Mary, “R-rer-r- ats.” “Bow-wow-wow,” ~&aid Fritz and he jumped up and ran all around the room tearing down maps, upset- ting little children, knocking down pencils and books. 'The little children cried. But Miss Mary was laughing. The principal came into the room and Miss Mary explained to him. The principal could not help laughing. “Who won the spelling?” asked the boy who had stood up longest. “Fritz did,” answered Miss Mary. ANNA CORCORAN, age 13. Lowell. The Woodchuck. The woodchuck is a native of swamps, and damp meadows, where it finds plenty of worms and insects to feed on. spot and builds a nest of grass and leaves. The woodchuck’s nest is put together loosely. Then mother wqodchurch lays her yellowish-brown eggs spotted with dark brown and gray. As soon'as the ‘young ones are hatched she takes them one by one and carries them in her claws and sets the little ones down on the soft, spongy ground where they can be easily fed. For all mothers are watchful of their littie ones. BLANCH LUCIER. Taftville. Damage Done By Lightning. My brother, sister and I started to school one day last year in September, on a very warm day. We went to school with a happy heart never think- ing that there was going to be a n. While cominz home I heard rumb- ling far off. Thinking it was blasting 1 thought nothing of it. I just hap- pened to look toward the northwest and I saw a very bad storm coming up. It picks out a dry sheltering SOLDIERS GOT RELIEF FAOM SORENESS BOYS ON THE BORDER RELIEVED THEIR FA!NS AND ACHES WITH SLOAN’S LINIMENT Once upon a time Norman Jones, serving in the National duard at Bl Paso, returned to camp after a strenuous 156 mile hike foot-sore and leg-weary. He had not been long in active service and his shoulders, back and limbs felt the after-effects of marching. Remembering Sloan's Liniment Jones applied it to the sore spots and went to bed. He writes: “I arose the next morning. feeling fine; in fact I had entirely forgotten about the hike and went out for a four-hour drill in the sun as,spry as ever.” Private Jones passed the experience along, and many a boy on the border relieved the agony of sprains, strains, bruises, insect bites, cramped muscles, rheumatic twinges, ete,, by the use of Sloan’s Liniment. Easily applied without rubbing. all drugsists, 25c, 50c. and $1.00. P O S A Y At tree, he saw the blackbird fiying through the air and soon the magician stood before him and said: “I killed your father and now I will kill you, too.” Hardly had he said these words when a lion appeared and attacked him and quickly killed him. Then the lion changed into a beautiful lady. She told the man that she was a fairy, and that the magician had been her greatest enemy and that it was only possible for her to overcome him under that tree. And because this young man was the cause of the ma- gician's coming there, she was always friendly to him afterwards, and helped him to become king of that country when the old king died. ROSE KILKENNY, age 1L Norwich. Dental Preparedness. What is the most important attri- bute of a soldier? Good feet? No. Good eyesight? No. Good brains? No. i teeth, A soldier may have good feet, good vesight, and good brains but if he has bad teeth, he can't eat. If he can't eat he can't march near enough to the enemy to see him and use his brains to fight him. How does a soldier get good teeth? | By having good teeth in childhood. How do children keep good teeth? Through being taught by their ther how tc keep their teeth clean Seeing this I hurried home. 1 just ving their teeth looked after reached home in time to heip my arc growing. s makes brothers get in some corn so it[£ood teeth for future s wouldn’t get wet. And then took in it would seem then as though the the cow’s and calves. We went inside | first patriotic duty of a mother was to fo wait til] the s keep her cluldren’s teeth in good about sat down when I heard a c condition. of thunder and saw a flash of Ii It is. ning. Mother cried: but looking did not fin ran into the “The house is struck! the neighbor: do anything tQ saye A hay. And now I am ailways a storm. RALPH OLS futh of fraid-of Baltic. A Tale of the Fi In the olden French Kir subjects as s he walk ed in the ea palace g his heart with pain as he zed about him at the mark and desolation. ‘Ah,” he he “what a change from the days when the land was young and my forefathers were rich nd noble! Somehow 1 must re em the fortune of the royal family, or out powers will be at an end. After reading many books and dreaming many dreams, a journey to America_was decided upon as a means of enriching the royal family; and preparations were made for the jour- ney. 1t was a hard one and many mes the king was taken sick and his people thouzht he would die, but they reached America in safety and sent back to Irance for morc people and so made a little colony. iRENE McCARTHY, age 12. Norwich. The First Mail in America. The first mail on the American con- tinent started from New York for Bos- ton on New Year's Day, 1673. The postman_followed Bowery Lane till it merged into the wagon road just fin- ished to the new village ot Havlem. After a cooling draught he was ready to go on his way past Pelham Mamor to Greenwich and Stamford and so on to New Haven, Hartford and Sprins- field, crossing all rivers and.arms of the Sea in boats as was necessary un- til the last of the eighteentn century. Now it was a stretch of newly built English wagon road that our postman followed, but oftener a mere bridle- path, or an ancient Indian trafl; and sometimes the way had to be indi- cated by marking trees in the virgin forest. From Springfield eastward his path must have followed the same winding water courses of which the Boston and Albany Railroad now takes advantase, climbing near Quabaug to a thousan feet above sea level, then gently de- scending into the pleasant valley of the Charles. While our indefatigable carrfer was thus earning his “handsome livelihood,"” a_locked box stood in the secretary’s office in New York awaiting his return, and in it from day to day the little heap of eastward letters grew. When the postman returned with his prepaid mail he emptied his New York bag on a broad table in the coffee- house where citizens most did con- gregate. That locked box and that -coffee- house table had in them the prophecy of the great postoffice that now stands in City Hall Pdrk, and indirectly of all the postoffices, urban and rural, in English-speaking America. AUGUSTA SHERSHEVSKY. age 13. Norwich. The King’s Daughter. There was once a king's daughter who had fallen in love with & poor young man and since her father would not consent to her marrying him they were married secretly. ‘When the king found it out he drove her away from the palace and the two fled into a forest and lved there for many years. The husband used: to %o hunting daily to get something to eat. One day he saw on a tree a large black- bird. He tried to kill it and imme- diately it changed into a rhaglcian with seven heads who came down and began to fight with him. It soon killed him and then disappeared. Now this man had a son who having heard from his mother how his father had been killeggd wished, if possible, to avenge his deith. He lived there till he was 20 years old without seeing the masgician, and began to belleve he never should see him. But one ‘day the coast of Australia, Newlwhon he was sitting under the same |or sicken. POLITICS WILL PERVADE il THIS YEAR'S | oF CELEBRATION coLUMBUS DAY, OCT. 12 w B "COLUMBUS STAGUE (N NEW YORK Although Columbus Day, Oct. 12, was founded in honor of the naviga- tor and his discovery of America on that day in 1492, it is devoted mainly to other uses than the glorification of the discoverer. This year politics will hold the center of the stage in most of the thirty-three states in which Columbus Day is celebrated as a le- gal holiday, the politicoans ani states- men taking advantage of the holiday to spread their views before the pub- lic. President Wilson will deliver a nonpolitical address in Indianapolis. Photograph shows the Columbus statue in Central Park, New York. FEEL FINE! TAKE «CASCARETS” FOR LIVER, BOWELS SPEND 10 CENTS! 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