Norwich Bulletin Newspaper, May 3, 1917, Page 9

“age 12, e THE WI Aules for Young Writers. side of the . Tt S cad p.fll‘llflhlk.‘ot o words. Original stories yor letters only be used, - 5 “fvrite your name, age ‘and ad- aress piainly at the ot ‘the, story. Address all Jed, Bulleti “Whatever you are—Ba that! Whatever you say—Be true! Straightforwardly act, Be honest—in fact, Be nobody else but you" communications te¢ Uncle Office. siliy young cricket, accustomed to sing Through the warm, sunny months of gay summer and spring, Began to complain, when he found that at home board was empty and winter was come. Not a crumb to be found On the snow-covered ground; Not & flower could he see, Not a leaf on a tree; “On, what will become,’ ket, “of me?" says ' the At tast by starvation and famine made bold All dripping with wet and all trembiing with cold, Awar he set off to a miserly ant, To see if. to keep him alive, he would grant Him shelter from rain; A mouthful of grain He wished oniy to borrow, He'd repay it fomorrow: 12 not, he must die of starvation and sorrow. i the ant to the cricket, “I'm your servant and friend, we ants never borrow, never lend; tell me. dear sir, 414 you lay noth- ing by Then the weather was warm?” the cricket, “Not L My heart was so light That 1 sang day and night, For ail nature looked gav.” “You sang, sir, you say? then,” said the ant “and winter away we ants Go, dance ding, he hastlly lifted the wicket he door turned the poor ket. ve without work, e without food. —Anonymous. you must Be (A Sonz for “Be Kind to Animals” Kind to Dumb Creatures. Week.) 4 to dumb creatures, be gentle, be true, For food and protection they look up to vou: For affection and help to your bounty they turn, Ob, do not their trusting hearts wan- tonly spurn! Be kil Be kind to dumb creatures, nor grudge them your care, God gave them their 1ift they must share; -And He who the sparrow’s fall tender- I¥ heeds W1 lovingly look on compassionate s deeds. and your love He made them and blessed them, thé leas: are His care; The swaliow that winge her swift fiight through the air, The dog on vour hearthstone, the horse in your barn, The cow in your pasture, the sheep on your farm. —Mrs. J. F. R. Firth. WIDE-AWAKE PICTURE CONTEST. Award of Prizes for March and April. Uncle Jed is pleased by the interest shown in this picture contest by the fléren. During the past eight weeks has received 79 drawings of more or less merft. Besides the 11 prize-winners, there are 24 honorable mentions. Uncle Jed thanks all who have taken pert in the drawing contest. The May and June contest for pic- prizes opens at once. » Prize-Winners in Drawing. 1—Uncle Sam, by Catherine Murphy, age 13, of Norwich—$1.00. —Fido's Easter Hat, by Sylvia A. Miner of North Franklin—7Se. 3_An Easter Rabbit, by R. Leah Gordon of Norwich—7sc 4—Some Promise, by Esther Cramer, of Norwich—50c. 5_Mr. Frog of Cat-o'-ninetailville, by Roger B. Miner of North Franklin— 5—Mudder’s Darling, by Faith Cur- , age 10, of Norwich—25c. 7—Mr. Crow, by Albert Mathewson, %ge 10, of Versailles—25c. 5—An Eskimo Boy, by Faith Curtis, age 10, of Norwich—2sc. 3—“Oh, My!” by Fiovd B. Lambert, age 9, of Norwich—25e. 10—The Lost Girl, by Alice Connor »f Versailles—36c. 11—Golden Hair, by Edna Kendall, 1ged of Versailles—25c. TWO LONG YEARS - HE SUFFERED “Frulf-a-Hives” Made Him Feal ~ls If Walking On Air ‘Omzuia, Nov. 28th. 1914, “For over iwo years, I was troubled with Constipation, Drowsiness, Lack of Appetite and Headackes. One day I saw your sign which read *Fruit-a-tives make you feel like walking on air.” This appesled to me, so I decided to try & box. In a very short time, I began to feel better, and now 7 feel fine. Thaveagood appetite, relish everything I eat, and the Headaches are gome entirely. 1 recommend this pleasent fruit medicine to all my friends . DAN McLEAN. B0c. & box, 6 for $2.50, trial size, 25¢. At all dealers orsent postpaid by Fruit- “mold-hm, N.¥, i i DE AWAKE BOYS AND GIRLS DEPARTMENT HONORABLE MENTION. A Sunbonnet Baby, by Edith Purvis, age 12, of Norwich. A_Sin Bird, by Sylvia A. Miner of North % 5 Lord Lardly, by Roger B. Miner of North Franklin. The Little Balioon Boy, by Dona Du- gas of Versailles. Foes Before and Behind, unsigned.. Dottie Dimple, by Isabelle Rodler, age 12, of. Norwich. Wolf, by Edna Kendall of Versailles. A Snake, by Claude Robinson ot Nor- wich Town. An_Automobile, by Willlam Bourey, age 10, of Glasgo. Peter Pan, Everett Burrill, age 10, of Staftord Springs. % The Ram, Grace A. Burrill of Staf- ford Springs. . A ish Lady, by Mary 'Woods, age i2, of Norwich. Friends, by Vivian Miner of Yantic. The Playmates, by Mary A. Burrill of Stafford Springs. y The Cat and the Butterfly, by Emile Raymond, age 10, of Taftville. The Planter, by Elizabeth Pothwell, age 13, of Taftvil Ouch! by Leroy P. Burgess of Leba- nor. . Mr. Bear, by Willlam Bourey, age 10, Giasgo. A Girl | Know, by Mary Gorman, age 9, of Versailles. Sqitire Goose, by Rose Blain of Ver- sailles. An Angel, by Alma Buteau, age 8, of Battic. A Dutch Girl, by Martha H. Rellly of Norwich. His First Day Out, by Edward Mc- Govern. Our Groceryman, by 1da Greenman. THE WINNERS OF PRIZE BOOKS. 1—Cora Chappelle of Chestnut Hill, Bunny Brown and Sister Sue Playing janche Greenwood nf Plainfield, Afloat on the Flood. 3—Armond H. Holioway of Plainfleld, Lost in the Great Dismal Swamp. 4—Sara Walsh of Norwich, Ruth Fielding and the Gypsies. 5—John A. Keizanek of Stonington, The Strange Cabin on Catamount Isl- F. Turnbull of Jewett City, Chums of the Campfire. 7—Josephine Atwood of Willimantic, Bunny Brown and Sister Sue at Camp Rest-a-While. - 5—Stanley Skraba of Versailles; Ruth Fielding of the Red Mill. * The winners of prize books living in the city may call at The Bulletin busi- ness office for them at any hour after 10 a. m. on Thursday. UNCLE JED'S TALK TO WIDE- AWAKES. The marshal of France, General Joftre, now in this country upen -an important mission, and the most fa- mous military commander on earth, is not called The Great but “The Silen His father was a farmer and he was a farmer’s boy and was placed in the army with the hope that he might be- come great and make his family fa- mous. He never entered into games with other boys, never cut up any tricks, never said anything cute as boy or man, complained of nothing that hap- pened to himself, or talked about any- thing that happened to others, or per- sonally applied for promotion. During the siege of Paris in 1870 his general came to see how the lieutenant in command was doing. He was so0 pleased he extended his hand and said: “Captain Joffre, I congratulate you He knew then he had won a commis- sion higher up. As boy and man Joffre represented a rare racial type, he simply applied himeelf faithfully to his tasks and did everything well. He waited so long for recognition that his friends and family lost faith in him. It was 14 years before he was raised from lieutenant to cap- tain. When Captain Dreyfus of the French army was falsely tried and condemned ies a traitor, and France and all the western world was excited over it, Joffre was never heard to mention it. When he was chosen to command the forces of France in 1914 it was be- cause he was recognized as an able en- gineer and the greatest trench or ditch maker in the world. General Joffre’s men all love him because he is just, and the officers are required to obey camp orders the same @s the common soldier, and he never rllows himeelf to break the orders he lssues for the conduct of others. Like our own Admiral Schley, he is ever aware that there are. honors enough to go round; and he tells the whole world “victories are no ionger won by generals as in the days of short battle lnes, but by the officers and men of the trenches, Who on long lines of defense must make movements for beating the enemy. without orders.” When Joffre became marshal of France, the writers of books began to look into his life to tell the people about him and there was nothing to tell except that he was never talka- tive or boastful or pleading,, but.had always attended to business and every- thing he had been assigned to do had been done with credit to himself and for the glory of France. LETTERS OF ACKNOWLEDGMENT. Bertha Adelmian of Yantic: I have read the prize book you sent me and was much satisfied. Thank you very much. BTORIES WRITTEN BY WIDE- AWAKES. P The Bird's Home. Each mother bird has her own way of making her nest, but there is one thing almost all of them try to do, and that is to hide it. They cannot put their little homes out in plain sight as we do our houses, because so many crea- tures want to rob them. Squirrels and snakes and rats and some big birds and cats and many others like to eat eggs and young birds. Z So most_birds try first of all to find some good hiding place. Some. tiny warblers go to the tops of the- tallest B cradle at the end of a branch, cats and -snakes and naughty tuck little hom of weeds on the boys their in | i ground, and bobolinks hide it in the tall grass. 5 After a safe place is found they have to get something to build with. They bunt all about and gather small twigs, or grass stems, or fine rootlets pull narrow strips of bark off t| grapevines and birch trees, or they pick up strings and horeebair and many other things. Robins and swal- lows use mud. As thev go on building the mother bird gets inside and turns around and around to make it fit for her form and be smoath ‘and comfortable for her to n. When a nest is made it must be lined. Then some birds go to the chicken yard and pick up feathers and others horsehairs. Some of them pull off the soft down that grows on plants or get pieces of wool from the sheep pasture or old leaves from the woods to_make it soft and warm inside. Some birds’ homes are only- plat- forms, where it seems as if the eggs would roll off, and others are deep burrows or holes in the ground where no ome can get in. Some are dainty baskets hung between two twigs. There are as many different ways as there are kinds of birds to make them. It is very interesting to watch a bird butld its ome. CATHERINE A. DUNN, Age 10. Norwich. A Hepatica. I was born in a sunny place on the sloping side of a cliff. First I sent up tiny ehoots from a seed blown there by the wind. . These tiny shoots grew into leaves. Then I sent up_more shoots with buds on them. Finally they grew into beautiful violet-blue flowers. One day a little girl came and saw me. She cried: “Oh! what a pretty flower! Hepatica! I will take it to Jenny Lane.” Jenny Lane, as I afterward heard, was a little Jame girl. The little girl that saw me and took me to Jenny was Gladys Grey. Then Gladys took me up by the roots and set me in front of Jenny's mindow. Jenny was glad to see me and I glad that I could make her happy. One day a man came and stepped on me. I was afraid I would di Jenny’s mother saw me and took me up and put me into a tin can with some earth in it. Then she took me to Jenny’s room and I have never been stepped on since. CORA CHAPPELL, Age 10. Chestnut Hill. Tumbling Down a Meuntain. An American who lives in China had reached an altitude of about nine thousand feet on the sacred mountain, Slacoutaishan, when he lost the trail. He branched 'off and climbed a lower peak to see whether he could discover the right track. He managed to crawl to the top, and since the view was very fine he opened his paint box to make a sketch. As he was sorting over his brush- es the stone on which he was sitting gave way, and he started sliding down the ‘almost perpendicular_slope. He tried to clutch the ground with his hands. He seized everv projecting stone, In the hope of stopping his pre- cipitous descent, but at the speed at which he was going that was no easy matter. Death stared him In the face, for another hundred vards would bring him to the edge of a precipice sever- al hundred feet high, over which he must inevitably go. His hair seem- ed to stand on end as he -approached the spot, and he can well remember the sound of his heavy paint box clanging from rock to rock as it ac- companied him in his desgent. A violent shock, which Rearly tore his body in two, made him think he had gone over: but no, he had sud- denly stopped. He opened his eyes, but he did not dare to move, for his position, al- though much improved, was far from safe. His coat and a strong leather strap that was slung under his arm, had caught on a projecting stone; but a single false movement on this part would start him sliding down the slope again. Slowly, carefully, as he lay on the almost perpendicular slope, he tried fo met a footing; when he had suc- ceeded in doing 'that, the great dif- ficulty was to turn around. After several anxious moments, each of which seemed ages Jong, he succeeded, ang there he was, half kneeling, half Iying with his body on the ground, clutching the rock that had ~ saved m. Then, when his agitation had pass- ed away, he managed to crawl up, cat- fashion, to a position of safety. ALEC GRLISKEIR, Age 10. Versailles. - The Girl Who Sold Her Hail At the time when Napoleon was try- ing to conauer Europe, and state after state was falling a prey to his grasp- ing ambition, Silesia, a German terri- tory, was doing her best to beat back his_invading armies. Everyone in the state was in a passion of ardent patriotism in the terrible vear of 1830 and they gave all they could to equip an army for de- fence. A Silesian girl had no fortune to put at the service of her country, and she was eager to help her countrymen in their fight against the Invaders. One day the idea came to her that she might sell her thick, long halr. She at once set off for Bresiau, where she sought out a hairdresser, and of- fered her tresses. He could mot un- derstand the reason of dutting off her beautiful hair, and she was obliged to tell him the reason. He then agreed, but could not givé her but two dollars for them. Then she proceeded heme. The hairdresser was so _touched with this instance of self-sacrifice that he would not part with the hair in his usual way, but used it in making va- EloGE qruasinis. SR s BERDGIEts. This story soon became known of what she diq for her country. These articles made of hair were eagerly bought. So much in demand were they that the hairdresser reaped a golden harvest and gave oil to the state. MARTON TURNBULL, Age 13. Jewett City Encountering Dangers in the Desert. The tramp of camels’ feet sounded on the hard pavement of the city. The tramp was not quick or rapid, but slow and dreary, plainly showing that the animals were suffering from the lack of rest. Their masters who were once weary seemed to cherish some hope at the sight of the place that was to be their resting place for the night. How it did seem to welcome them! In the early morning of a day the next week the caravan started off again on its tedious and dangerous journey across the desert, facing perils of unknown fate. There were vet a thousand miles of hot boiling sands. stretching away to the southwest. The camels and men were in the best of spirits now, but trouble might cross their paths. Two or three ionths later the men and camels had covered almost all of their journey save about a hundred imiles. " But it was ‘not the caravan that had left the city of Bisgra some time before. The men were. weary and footsore, being forced sometimes to traverse the boiling pebbles on foot, leading their camels behind them be- cause they were too weak to carry e 2 from them ‘the snddest part N o which spurred them ° with . Both quickened their steps somewhat, the sight that mhet their eyes there made one hesitate. As the other sprans to et water he was seized by is companion. % ‘Don’t drink that poisonous water,’ he said, “Or your bones will soon be added to that heap over yonder.” Just as he finished speaking, both fell over exhausted. As they did so both men heard somebody cry: “Who govs there?” in gArabic. This party of men proved to be the remnants of the long lost caravan. They rode up. There stretched out side by side lay two men. Their oniy pos- sessions, two camels, were on the point or collapsing. Finally everything was arranged and the party started on. Soon all arrived in the city of Tim- buktu, where the wants of the animals and men were satisfied. The hardships endured by both were terrible. RAYMOND WELDEN. ‘Willimantic, Spring. My name is Spring. I come once a year and when I come I bring joy to the people. 1 come after the long dreary winter and I bring the warm sunshine from the south. I bring the little birds back from the south. The most pleasure is in the morning when the little children awake and go out into my pure fresh air to take exercise. The soft south wind comes to play with me. Mr. Autumn, you are bad. Do vou know it? You send the poor little birds from me, then you drive me away. I don’t care if you can make chestnuts ripen. I rather wander through the budding woods and flelds. And Mr. Autumn I'm not the one who brings back the flowers? I let the beautiful little violets spring up from their little chambers in the ground. I come and tap lightly at their door and say “Violet, sweet violet, Pray open your eves The grasses are creeping Under sunny skies.” And as soon as they hear what T say they wake up and come out in the fresh air. ORMOND H. HOLLOWAY, Age 11. Plainfield. A Baby. Such a mite of humanity! At a first glance I saw nothing but a small ball of white, but soon a little head was raised and I gazed on the cutest little face I have ever seen. TWo large, violet-blue eves looked at me, a little frightened at first, but soon quite friendly, for two charming _dimples appeared and a little red mouth spread into a smile, showing three small, white teeth. Two little pink ears wera partly hidden by curly, soft brown hair. B Suddenly from this ball of 'white, two chubby hands appeared and grab. bed my hair, causing me to cry out, for my hair was none too gently pull- ed. in trying to release my hair, two little feet kicked up which completed the ball of white which was a real live baby. FLOSSIE MEYER, Age 15. Taftville. Coal Coal is of different kinds and an- thracite is almost as hard as stone, and difficult to break. There is an anthracite coal region in northeastern Pennsylvania. When this kind of coal comes out of the mines it contains quantities of stone, slate and dust, and has to be broken up and picked over before it can be used. Most of the coal of North America is in the section east of the Missis sippi river and by far the greater part lies in the northern part of Pennsyl- wvania. Running down through the Appalachian mountains clear inte cen- tral Alabama is a bed of bituminous coal which is from 30 to 30 miles wide. Another coal field is found in In- ajana and Tllinois. There are also coal fields in North Dakota, Wyoming, Colorado, Montana and Utah, and there is some coal in Washington. IRENE M'CARTHY, Age 12 Norwich. Spring. Spring is here! Grim Winter *has fled unto parts unknown and with him the snow, the ice and the _cutting winds, giving place to azure skies and budding trees. How entraneng it is. What heauties are around us if we only have the eves to sce! Everything is alive with the new birth. Those litile birds fluttering and chirping on the branches of yon- der maple feel it and unable to control their rapture break forth into a sonz of gladness. Tiny buds of delicate pink and green hues are beginning to appear, expressive of the great force within, urging them to expand and grow. Once more the ground is car- peted with emerald green, the cro- cuses are pushing up through the Eround, and the warm breeze carries all_sorts of sweet scent: Even the animals feel that a new @ay has come. The chickens follow- ing their leader, run clucking across the lawn to thé freshiy-plowed gar- den in quest of fat worms—a delicacy which they have been deprived of dur- ing the wintér month he little terrier frisks about and with his little paws roots up a portion of the Mlower-bed for a hole in which to deposit a bone which he has lately acquired and which he s loath to part ‘with. Tabby, who has all the traits of a lazy feline has selected a nice flat stone on the garden-walk and is tak- ing her bath basking in the warm sunlight. And ijpan—the most sensitive. the most in#elligent being in the Cosmos— does he feel this glorious awakening? He should for 'twas for him all these other things were made. Never should he permit the toil and monotony of his daily routine to kill the sense of beauty which is his birthright. If man does not, children do feel it. They as yet are untouched by the sorrows and trials of the world as man has made it. Their souls are permeated by the new life; which comes with the spring and it makes them thrill with gladness, and they inhale the exhili- rating air and feel "the cool breeze touch their cheek. A child can interpret the joy of the springtime with greater understand- ing than a mature philosopher, be- cause he is one with it. Children show this in their songs, dances, games and on_their scintiilating countenances. If you have felt the new birth you will enter with a light heart into your work. What was a task will be a -~ ~£pé? Come on, old friend, cheer up! Stop being glum, : Becauee some of rour cares are bur- densome, B —we're going some. Come on! pleasant pastime. You will wear a smile all day. Dear Wide-Awake, if you haven't felt the effects of spring hasten out of doors right now, inhale the pure, in- vigorating air, listen to the birds and to the murmuring of the little brook, as it trickles over the rocks and be born into this wonderful world of hap- piness. “WALTER V. GAVIGAN. Willimantic. The Prairie Dog. The prairie dog is not a dog at all but takes its name from its cry, which resembles a sharp bark. It is a pretty little creature and is about sixfeen inches in length. _Its shape is round and its fur is a grayish red. The prairie dog lives under the ground in holes that are called bur- rows. These holes go down into the ground for five or six feet and end in a large open space. Thousands of these burrows are dug close to one another and often the ground is not safe for a horse to walk upon. Near the mouth of each of these burrows is a little mound or heap of earth. On one of these sits a dog, and if anyone comes near it gives harp bark of alarm, and down it goe Wito its burrow. As it goes down its little feet knock together in a way that is very funny to see. No sooner are its feet out of sight than its head pops out again to learn what is going on. Tt is a pretty sight to see a number of these little creatures as they jump in_and out of their burrows . The prairie dog lives on grasses and roots and the prickly pear, but it will eat almost anything green. It does great harm to the crops, and the farmers often poison thousands of them. When tame, the little creature will sollow its master about like a dog and make its home near by him. BLANCHE GREENWOOD, Age 12. Plainfield. De Soto Discovers the Mississipp Long after Balboa and Ponce de Leon were dead a_Spaniard named De Soto landed in Florida and marched through the country in search of gold mines. Tn the course of his long and weary wanderings, he came to a river more than a mile across. The -Indians told- him it was the Mississippi or the great river. In dis- covering it De Soto had found the largest river in North America. He had also found his own grave for he was secretly buried at midnight in its muddy_waters. JOSEPH MITCHELL, Age 11. Mystic. The Dog and The Wolf. A lean, hunsry wolf was prowling about in search of supper. When he mét a big, well-fed mastiff. “How do you manage to look so sleék, when 1, who work ten times as hard, am haif-starved ” inquired the wolf. “Oh,” said the dog, house at night and sleep all_day “Just the thing for me” said the woif. “But first tell me, what is that mark areund your neck. “That's only made by mv collar,” answered the dog. “I am chained up all day. They say I may bite, but that is all nonsense.” “Good by,” said the wol back. “Chained up, indeed! you. 5 ANNIE HOPKINS, Age 9. Jewett City. “I watch the turning No, thank The First Matches. About one hundred vears asn great-grandfather made lizht strikine steel against_steel or flint. In 1832 there was an uprising in our by Germany. and among those who were made prisoners was a chemist. whose name was John Kammer He was allowed to work in his cell. He_tried to invent something that would Jight instantly. He tried many times, but failed. At Jast he took a small stick and dipped it iIn phosphor- ous and sulphur and he struck a bard substance, it instantly burst into flame. This news spread all over Germany. When the government officials heard of it thev were terrified and forbade any German to use it. John Kammerer became Insane from this and died_n faw vears later. SARA WALSH, Age 12. Norwich. The Lapps. On the northwestern coast of Nor- way. are settlements of Laplanders. frequently visited by travelers in their tour through the “Land of the Mid- night Sun” One visit usually satis- fies the tourlst’s curiousity. The Lanns are by no means beautifui. attractive, or cleanly. They are short In stature. the men bein about five feet high, and the women four. They have high checlc bores, wizened faces, flat noses and small, almond eves. Thev wear earments made of reindeer skin with ihe pelt turned outwards. These gar- ments last indefinitely and are hand- »a down fram parents to children. The lower limbs of the Lapps are usually covered with bands of worsted, wound about the ankles, and legelngs of whale skin, which fit their forms al- most a_ stightly as if they were their own skin. The Lapps live In miserable huts made of wood, turf and straw, and lin- eq with reindeer hide. One of these will often contain two or three fam- ilies.” They sell to tourists, hone knives, fur purses and other objects of their own mannfacture. They are tough and hardv like most dwarfs, and Dickens could have found among them mary . models for his character of Quilp. They are great smokers, and, as their huts are also filled with smoke, they become at last thoroushly smoke-dried within and without. This creates an ardent thirst, and they are in consequence very fond of intoxicat- ing liquors. When a Norweglan wishes to remon- strate with a friend for drinking to i e he will say- to him: Lapp of yourself.” Making Cast Steel In 1760 there lived in a small vil- lage near Sheffield, a watch maker named Mr. Huntsman. He became discouraged with the watch springs in use. He set himself to work maxing uniform watch springs. He sai “If I could melt a piece of steel and cast it into shape it would be the same quality throughous He worked for many days without success but at last he succeeded. His steel became famous and his_ ingots w1u in great demand. He did not call his ingots cast steel, tI ‘was his secret. No one knew how to make the steel, but a few most faithful men he hired. The work was divided; a large salary was pail, and rigid oaths were taken. The name of the small town was Attercliffe. One midnight in the dead of winter, when the Attercliffe Stecl works were sending forth their smoke, a belated traveler knocked at the gate. It was very cold; the snow fell fast; and the wind blew hard. .The stranger, a common farm lbaorer, awakened no suspicion. 5 The foreman looking at him closely, at last Jet his’Into the works. Making believe to be worn out from cold and hunger, the poor fellow sank upon the floor and was soon seemingly fast asleep. Sleeping’ was far from his intention. He carefully opened his eves and saw the workmen cut the steel Into bits, place them into a melt- ing pot which was put Into the fur- nace. The fires were urged to their utmost intensity until the steel was melted. The workmen were clothed in rags which were wet to protect them from the heat. ‘The steel was then taken from the furnace and poured into molds. Hunt: man’s factory had nothing else to dis. close. The secret of cast steel was stolen. JOHN J. A. KRIZANEK, Age 14. Stonington. Why the Donkey Has Long Ears. When God made the animals he teld Adam to give each one a name. Adam prepared to carry out this command by collecting all the animals and mak- ing them stand in a row. He began to name them and pret- ty soon he came to one whom he call- but then the donkey had “Don’t small ears. Soon he was interrupted by the don- key who had forgotten his name. Adam told him his name _again, pulled his ears, and sent him back to his_plact When Adam had gone another short distance the donkey agaln asked what his name was. . Adam pulled his ears hérder this time and senf him back into the line. He had not gone very far when he was interrupted the third time by the donkey, who had again forgotten his name. Adam grabbed his ears and pulled undly while he shouted so0 that he would be sure and remember it. This is why the donke: ears and always will have. WILLIAM G. ROBINSON. Stonington. has long How Lucy Got Her Dress. The Grove House had again opened fof the summer, and lite and bright- neéss seemed to have come into t whole village. The Grove House was the big country hotel: and during the summer months it was filled with vis- itors from the city, who came to en- joy: the trees and birds, the fresh air and flowers, and to rest from the whirl and rush of the long winter just past. Lucy Trapper lived with her widow- ed mother-dn a little-cottage ncar the biz house. Mrs. Trapper washed and ironed for the ladies at the hotel, and Lucy sometimes Went with her mother to help carry home the clothes, and the ladles had grown to know her, and treated her very kindly. Lucy needed a new frock so badly, and mother could not get it for her, 5o Lucy made up ber mind to earn the money. Every morning, brizht and early, she zot_into her littie boat, pushed down to the lily pond, and gathered great armsful of the beautiful white flowers. These she arranged in bunches snd s0ld_to the ladies at the hotel, so that by the time summer was over Lucy had money enough to buy her dress, and also a lovely. new cap for mother. JOSEPHINE ATWOOD, Age 10. Willimantic. ichabod Crane Borrowed The animal was a broken-down plow-horse that had outlived almost everything but his viciousness. He was gaunt and shasged, with a cwe neck, and a head like a hammer. His rusty mane and tail were tangled and knotted with burs. Onec eye had lost Its pupil, but the other had a gleam of genuine spirit in it. _ Still he must have had fire and mettle in his day, if we may judge from the name he bore of Gunpowder. He had, in fact been a favorite steed of his master’s, the choleric Van Ripper, who was a turious rider, and had infused, prob- ably, some of his own animal; for, old and broken down as he was, there was more lurk in him than in any youns All the countr: Ichabod was a suitable figure for h a steed. He rode with a short Tup; which brought his knees near- v up to the pomnel of the saddle. His sharp elbows stuck out like grasshop- pers’: he carried his whip perpendi- cularly in his hand like a scepter: and, as his horse jogged on. the motion of his arms were not uniike the flapping of a pair of wire: A small wool rested on the top of his nose, for so his scanty strip of forchead might he called: and the skirts of his black coat fluttered out Rlmost to the horse’s tail. Such was the appearance of Ichabod and his steed as they shambled out the gate of Hans Van Ripper, and it was al- together such an apparition as is sel- dom to be met with in broad day light. STANLEY SKRABA, Age 12. Versailles. YANTIC Wage Increase For Employes of C. V. Road and Admore Woolen Mill— Death of Rev. Wil m Cunningham and His Sister—Overseer From Nor- wich. Wage increases which have affected local residents occurred this week when the Central Vermont Railway gave an increase of 15 per cent. on the present wage schedule, making the trackmen’s pay $2 per day and the sec- tion foremen $2.60. Beginning May first the Admore Woolen_company increased each- wage carner 5 per cent. a day with the-e: ception of the overseers, who have a ealary. Change in Overseers. Emil Kisro, who has been overseer in the wet finishing department of the Admore Woolen company’s mill, has left the employ of the company and gone to Ashwillett, N. H. where he is similarly employed. He is suc- ceeded by Mr. Adams of Norwich, a former overseer in the same depart- ment. Personal Mention. E. T. Connors was a recent tor in Webster. Mrs. George Smith of Meriden has been spending the past week in town with her mother, Mrs. M. J. Bogue. Mrs. Thomas Lillibridge has left for 2 gsonth’s stay in Willimantic and visi- Fido's Easter Bonnet, by Sy by Some Promise, Esther AN N An Easter Rabbit, by R Cramer, a Leah Gordon, ¢ Lebanon with week with My Willimantic. Brother and Sister Die. Local friends were grieved fo re- ceive word_this week or the sudden deaths of Rev. William Cunningham of Nutley, N. I, and his sister, Miss Mary Cunningham, a teacher of Wor- cester, Mass, which occurred during the past month. Miss Cunningham was a summer visitor here and endeared herself to a host of friends and Ifather Cunning- ham wag rector of St. Mary's church, Nutley, for a number of years. Guest at Wedding. Miss Maude Lemcine has returned to the village after spending a few days ‘with relatives in Baltic where she attended the wedding of her niece, relative i"red spending this ricke Jordon of Miss Rose Lemoine and Theodore Caisse of Occum. George Smith of Meriden spent the week end with relatives here. The mail train due here at 6.40 Tuesday morn ate, not - ing until 8.70, a brok on’ rail on the don se Danbury.—By a ma e of the senior class at the Normal school has decided to graduate in plaim white blouses and skirts, doing sway with the custom graduating es has established at th wear on whic diplomus a pensive dresses th MOTHER GRAY'S POWDERS BENEFIT MANY CHILDREN Thousands Mother Gray's § eller.( remedy for of headache, coids, fe ot and from which children ve. " These of ere accomplished b mothers for 30 ye: SYeryyhere. 25 cents. hilaren ‘bowel | powders pleasant to take and exceilsnt their use Powders comp) * verishness, stom- uffer during are ansy and Ceed b7 Sold by arugxists