Norwich Bulletin Newspaper, May 31, 1917, Page 9

will use over "?’ W -hfl- or letters oniy ot SRR wrimed o i N Bateter sou tey—pe trust B hRemin toet Be nobody else bui you.” : POETRY. Grin .l'l—‘—a'lr- It - By Blanche Trennor Heath My uncle Joe will often say A thing that first just sets you laughing, But when you come to go away aAnd think it out, most any day You'll find he wasn’t only chaffins. I asked him what he used to do When everything went hurry-scurry, And how he kept from gettinggfle. Bécauss the more he tried to to grow the The bigger seemed worry. “There's jusit one way,” he answered me, “When Worry shows its face, to scare it. Go to the house of Grit,” says he, “Ana ring the bell, and ask to Two_little men named . Grin Bear-1It. These piucky chaps will sprint along With you through any wind and ‘weathe: h and joke and sing a They"!l lan song, Amd nothing can go really wrong— you =nd they just kecp togetne He makes me laugh, my Uncle Joe! But_ all the same, when lessons bother And things get wrong azain Where Grin and Bear-It know, e Ana_we'll sprint on with one an- other. 1 go e, You THE WINNING WAY. If you put a littie lovin' into all the work you do, And a little bit of gladness, and a lit- tle bit of you, Ana a little bit of sweetness, little bit of song, Not a day will seem too toilsomeé; not a day will seem too lon; And your work will be attracti the world will stop to 100! And the world will see a sweetness, like the tinklin’ of a_brook, In the finished job: and then the world will turn to look at vou = With a world’s appreciation of the thing you've found to do. and a Just a little bit of lovin’, and a little bit of song, And some pride to sort of make it straight and true and clean and stronsg: And the work that you're doin’, pret= ty near before you know, Will have set the world a-talkin’, and you’l] -see- that- you have don=z More than you had dreamed or hoped for when the task was first be- gun And you'll find the bit of lovin' you have put-into the same Has come back to you in lovin’, and come back to you in fame. . —Houston Post. UNCLE JED'S TALK TO WIDE- AWAKES. Uncle Jed’'s favorite bird is the wren, that little bunch of fuss and feathers, in size between a humming bird and ‘a yellow warbler, great in sonz, sharp at scolding and bold in conflict. No New England bird sings so constantly regardless of the wea- ther. - It seems to be nine-tenths voice. I do not know how the wren’s mate became known as-Jennis Wren, but, s she is an endearing little bird who must always have a feather bed to sieep on, perhaps that is theé reason The humming birds and the little warblers build cup shaped nests, but the srren; like the blue. birds, will nest in a box or a bottle or a hole in a telegraph pole; but in the wilds thay build a round nest with the door on the side. If there is-any other bird that lavs 13 eggs in its nest Uncle Jed has not heard of it, unless; the quail some- times may. Jennie- Wren lays and covers her nest like a hen although she. seems only to be a mite in na- ture, and is sometimes called “the t&thered mouse.” If Unele Jed.was a country boy or =irl he does not know, but he should like the barn-swallows aimost as well, because they use mortar—Hkeé masons, to build their nests, and shiné so in the sun and are so graceful in flight. The wrens are called “feather mice” in _the countries where they winter because they cuddle up in IatZe num- bers in their nests to keep warm. The wren is one of the shortest- lived birds, seldom living over three vears, while the goldfinch lives fifteen years and the song sparrow 40 years, which is the average lensth of.a hu- man iife. The American Eagle, lives to be 100 years old. THE WINNERS OF PRIZE BOOKS. 1—Jessie L. Brehaut, of Huntington, — Ethel Morton at Sweet Brier Lodgs 2—Ethel E. Aberg, of Taftville— Ruth Fielding® at Sunrise Camp. 8—Lawrence Gauthier, of Brooklyn —The Boy Scouts Under Canvas. 4—lIrene Stewart, of Jewett City— The Boys of the Blue. 5—Harold Wiider, of Wauregan — The Camp Fires of the Woif Patrol. 6—Mi m. Shershevsky, of Norwich —Ruth Fielding and the Gypsies. 7—Anne McGrath, of Lebanon—The Bobbsey Twins on a Boathouse. you know, Mountain Boys. Winners of prize books living in the city may calli at The Bulletin busi- ness office for them at any hour after 10. 8. m. on da; OF ACKNOWLEDGMENT 8Sybil Converse, of tford: I thank yousfor the lovely prize book you sent me. It was a complete surprise. Ethel Alberg, of Taftville: I wish to [% Versailles: T thank much the prize book you T read it through and find it very interesting. ST very uch. h u for the prize book you awarded me. 1 hie e quite a few of the stories and found them very interesting. We ‘had the Economics club exhibit at our school yesterday and 1 recei: first prize in garment making. STORIES WRITTE#® BY WIDE- AWAKES. Nathan Hale. Nathan Hale was a schoolmaster at New London. At the time of ths Revolutionary war he offered his ser- vices. Later in the war he became captain of a !arge number of men. He was a great favorite of his men. Hale was dearly loved by Wasliington. When the colonists were in gZreat s0¢ na jmecd of food Hale with 3 small party Zood an American He was cap- “British {of men captured the | i ship, The Queen. Later Hale went as spy to the British camp. tured and the plans of the camps found in his boots. Hale was hung at sunrise the morn- ing after he was caught. His yast words were: ‘T oniy regret tnat I have but one life to give for my coun- try Whe:: Washington was told that ‘Hale was hung he wept with sorrow. A ‘arge bronze monument of Ha ias been placed in City Hal! Park, ir New York. CHARLES N. BRUSH. Fitchville. The Production of Iron. is the most important metal, because it is so useful to man. Tt is idely distributed all over the world. Even the African tribes long beforc the white men came to this country melted iron in rude furna to extract the iron from which they made spear- heads, hoes, and ornaments. Tron is a very cheap metal, but a large amount is mined every year. The United States produces more than one-third of the world’s iron. The amount of iron extracted from the ore in 1907 was much more than that produced by England and Ger- many, together. Nearly half of our states and territories mine iron ore, but two-thirds of it comes from the five great ore ranzes of Lake Super- ior. Short railroads connect the mines with the shipping ports. Our country makes the best iron and steel in the world because it has invented so much machinery for mining, handling and transporting the ore Lake Suparior ore ~is -shoveled ‘from open pits by steam shovels into small cars at a cost of ten to fifty cents a ton for quarrying and loading it. The cars carry the iron ore to the ne!ghbor- ing ports on Lake Superior or Lake Michigan and dump it into the bunk- ers high above the decks. ALICE L. PURCEILL, Colchester. Iron Age 12, A “Ride to Grandmothe One day last winter, just. before Christmas, a great _snowstorm fell. It was a Saturday afternoon when my mother and I were in the sitting room sewing our Christmas gifts. In a little while we couid hear sleizh bells out of doers. I ran to open the front door and saw my Aunt Nell and Uncle George in a two-seat- ed sleigh. They told me thev had come to visit us for their Christmas holidays. Mother made a good fire and got tea, while Uncle Georze was out in the barn unhitching the horses. The eva- ning was spent merrily. The next morning Aunt Nell sai® that we were going to have a sleigh- ride. No time was lost. We hurried with our work and by 10 o'civex were ready for the journey. Uncle George had the horses ready and was walt- ing for us by the front door. Aunt Nelll, mother and father got in the back and Uncle George, I and my sister were in the front. It was quite a load but we managed to zet to grandmother’s in safety. When we arrived there sranam er plum pudding After dinner we went into the par- lor and there in the corner was a beautifu! Christmas tree. Al who were there received a present, Soon it was iime to go home. We thanked grandma for the presents and were on our way home. I shall never forget how 1 enjoyed the ride. <. GELO, Age 2. Lebanon. Tiger. I have a pet cat named Tiger. I named him that because he had the looks of a large tiger. He has four white: feet and a white nose. One day when I came home from sehool T found him trying to catch a chicken that was in a coop in the back yard. My ‘mother said that I haa better }give him away and there would be no danger of losing any of our nice flock of chicks. As I have a ‘phone in my house T called up one of my schoolmates and asked her if she wanted a cat. She said she did and the next Saturday she came after it. I caught him and put him in a bag. He pulled on the bag with his claws, trying to find a way out, but the bag held fast till she reached home. One morning he ot away and came home. He was glad to get back. Por- haps he had been handled rough at his new home. - My brother made a wire pen for the chicks so that he could not get at them. This was a g00d Idea and I have decided to keep him_ever since. SUSAN M. TERRY, Age 1. Griswold. Stoop! Dear Uncle Jed: Benjamin Franklin, when a young man, visited Dr. Cotton Mather. When the interview was end- ed the doctor showed him out of the house by a back way. As they pro- ceeded along a narrow passage, the doctor said to the lad, “Stoop! stoop!” Not at onée understanding the meaning of the advice, Franklin took another step, and brought his head pretty sharply against a beam that projected over the passage. “My lad,” said the divine, “you are young, and the world is before von: léarn to stoop as you go through it, and vou will save vourself many a hard thump.” Yet it is not an easy lesson to learn, “in the bottle and I e; You may give up vour own personal rights if you will; you may give coat and cloak to an unjust demand: yYou may stoop in silence to an injnstice. even this is necessary: it may be done without disgrace or ness, to a base deed. X pick up a forbidden object, the pos- session of which exposes you to scorn or censure. S TRENE STEWART, Age 10. Jewett City. The Minute Man. The Minute Man of the Revolution was a man who was willing to pour out his life's blood for a principle. Intrenched in his own honesty, the King's gold could not buy him; and when on the morninz of Lexington the King's troops marched to seize him, his sublime faith saw beyond the clouds of the moment, the rising sun of the| America se behold; and careless of seif and miridful only of his country he exultingfy exclaimed, “Oh, what a. glorious morning,’ and then, amid the flashing hills, the ringing woods, the flaming roads, he smote with terror the haughty British column and sent it shrinking, bleeding, wavexing, and reeling, through the street of the vil- lage, panic stricken and broken. ALBERT MATHEWSON, Age 10. Versailles. / He Obeyed Orders. ‘Madam,” said the English ticket ex- aminer, as he stood at the railway car- riage door, “I am very sorry but vou can’t have your dog in here. It 18 against the rules.” 1 shall hold him in my lap 3l the way,” she replied, “and he won't dis- turb anyone.” . “That makes no difference,” said the other. “Dogs must ride in the luggage van. Til take him there for you “Don’t you touch my dog, sir!” ex- claimed the young lady, exeitedly. “I will trust him to do one.” With indig- nant tread she marched to the luggage van and tied up her dog. “Remember, please, I don't want a soul here to touch my dog or untie him,” she cautioned the man. As the train approached her station "&e young lady, hailing the guard, ask- - Ts my dog ali right?” T don’t know, miss,” guard. You don’t know! Why don't you know? It's your business to know. You haven't touched him or untied him, have you?” We didn't touch him or untie him, and that's just the trouble. You tied him to a trunk labeled for the last station. The trunk had to be put off, so the dog went with it. Orders is orders, ma’am. LEO POLIQUIN, Age 13. replied the Vérsailles. Exaggeration. Fred came home from séhool yester- day and told his sister this story: “I saw two hundred dogs today I was coming home from school “Are you sure you saw two dred?” asked his sister. “I saw one hundred, at least,” an- swered Fred. ‘““Are you sure it was one dred?” asked his sister. “Well, I saw fifty,” answered Fred ‘“Are you sure?’ questioned his sis- hen hun- hun- er. “Well, T saw my doz and another dog fighting. anyhow.” ESTHER CRAMER, Age 13. Norwici. The Reward. There was a kpock at the door. The clock had just struck one and in the stiliness of the night the blow against the door resounded throughout the large house. There came a second knoek still louder than the first and then the sound of the striking of a match. The man at the door held up the match against the door plate in the bright light the words, “Carl Will- jams,’ stood out boldly. The large house seemed dark and still to the man eagerly peering at the door plate. The house seemed empty. This was almost true for in the old- fashioned house there was only Mrs. Williams, who had just fallen asleep. Six hours before she~had bidden a tearful géod-bve to her husband. She had never before been left alone at night. That day her husband had received a telegrgm informing him of the illness of hid mother, and telling him to come to see her at once. Lying in bed after her husband's de- parture she recalled the accounts told her by her neighbor of the robbery of her friend, Mrs. Jones, in the next block. The robbery had been com- mitted by a certain Red Bill, = for whose capture a reward of one thous- and dpllars were offered. She was afraid to go to Whas'fl Red jewelty? What if he should come into her room and shoot her? For several hours she lay awake disturbed by her thoughts, but finally fell asleep. Her fears would have been justified if she had remained outside for a few seconds after her husband's departure, for no soomer had her husband taken a few steps from his house than a man came out from the tree on the op- posite: side of the street and looked eagerly at the house and glared at the windows. Then shaking his head in satisfaction, Red Bill had hastily gone away. - About half past twelve that night Red Bill was opening the window he had chosen several hours before for his entrance to the house. It was very easy work. With one leap he was inside, ~He flashed a light pocket lamp on all sides and then with tie skill of many years of experience, he set to worl. Mr. Williams, riding to his mgth- er's: home, was deeply looking af a newspaper when he was aroused by coming through the train shout- “A telegram for Mr. Earl Will- iams.” Calling the boy over to him he onened his message and with a cry ‘What Tommy Tidd says: “you are tempted to reveal A tale some one to you has told exclaimed, “Why, Madame, this is Red Bill. Bp capturing him you have won 2 thouscand dollars reward. CLARA SARAH GORDOYN, Age 15. Norwich. The Natural History Museum. The Netural History Museum is sit- uated near Central Park and is one of the chief points of interest of New York city. No admission is charged to this wonderful and instructive build- ing which has several acrés of floor spacs and thousands of natural history specimens. As one enters the building. he sees a curious collection of meteors, some as large as an average sized room, with the dates a1d places where and when found. To_the left of this entrance room is the Indian section, where all kinds of canoes, costumes, implements of war and cooking, and even Indian mummies are on display. On the same floor is an exhibition of all kinds of trees, the wood being shown both in\the rough and finif.ed stages. On a floor above this are thousands of mounted birds 10 be seen. These specimens are certainly a tribute to the taxidermist's art, and a great many art students visit the place daily to sketch these little beauties, which va- ry the Ptarmigan of Greenland to the brizht colored parrots and birds of paradise, of the tropics. The bird room leads into the fish department where hundreds of mount- ed fish are on display. ‘When one completes the tour of these rooms, he goes into the animal rooms where he may sse countless specimens collected from every corner of the globe. Every variety of ani- mal js represented here, from the-lit- tle cottontail rabbit which T sometimes see while on my rambles through the Woo to a magnificent group of Afri- can elephants. There are more kinds of monkevs alone than T ever knew existed, there are fierce looking lions and several fine Bengal tigers. The reptile and insect departments contain more exhibits than one could intelligently examine in a single day. Suspended from the ceiling is a car- cass of a giant whale., One entire floor is devoted to prehistoric animals. There are skeletons of monsters that roamed this earth thousands of yvears ago, being several times larger than the elephant of the present da: and 1 should not have liked to live in those days and have to subdue one of these animals with a club, as the cave men in_those davs probably had to. ETHEI EUGENTA ABERG, Age 13. Taftville. About another, make it pass, Before you speak, three gates of gold. Then is it- 1? im your mind Give truthful answer, and the Is last and Is it next What the result of speech may be.” true, though doubtless Meek fully be- leved it to be the truth. % Between 1830 and 1840 Warren An- gus Ferris, a clerk in the American Fur company, wrote the first descrip- tion of the Firehole Geyser basin, but it was not untll 1852 that the geyser district was actually defined and the geysers precisely located. This was done by Father de Smet, the famous Jesuit missionary. Tt remained for a government expe- dition sent out in 1859 under command of Capt. W. F. Reynolds to first really explore and chart the region. Several private explorers foliowed, but so great was public incredulity as to the marvels they described that they did not dare tell their experiences before: any general audiences. The large exploring expedition under Governor Henry D. Washburn, vevor general of Montana, finally established the facts to the pub- lic belief and led to the creafion of the Yellowstone National Park. JESSIE L. BREHAUT. Huntingten, L. I A Visit to Squaw Rocks. Dear Uncle Jed: One Sunday my friends and 1 went to Squaw Rocks, about two mi‘es away, to_explore small caves and chasms in the rocks. When we gat there we looked down about 50 or. 60 feet into the valley below. After gazing on the scene for a while, we descended by a small path cut in the rocks to a small cave which was full of ice and snow. We then went to’a cave called the itchen,” on' account of its resem- blance to a kitchen. We next visited the “hand basin,” which is always full of water from one year to another. As it was full of mosquitoes and very. disagreeab’e, we soon started out. We then started home and on our way stopped to get a drink of cool water at a nearby farmhouse. We gathered huge bunches of wood violets, anemone and bluets on our way home. HAROLD WILDE. Wauregan. A Visit to Mohegan Park. Dear Uncle Jed: I went to Mohegan park Saturday with my cousin and my We went at 1 o'clock and did We friend. not come heme until § o'clock. took a lunch with us. shoes and stockings and went in the water. The water wasn't very deep, so we had fun going in. The animals out there are dee#, rab- bits, swans, goats, hens, peacocks and LETTERS TO UNCLE JED The First Visitor to Yellowstone Park. Dear Uncle Jed: The first recorded visit to Yellowstone Park was made by John Colter in 1810. He was a trapper and adventurer who took refuge there from hostile Indians. His story of its wonders was discredited. The next recorded visit was made b: ountry smoking from boiling springs and h gases issuing from small craters.” From some of these craters, he said, “issued biue flame and moiten brimstone,” which of course was not monkeys. The peacocks were pretty. We were swings were up. there also. When we were thirsty we went over and gt a drink. & them to the monkeys. N BROWMAN, Age 11. fun givin . HELE Norwicn. My Auto Ride. Uncle Jed: Tast and I were Dear’ mother started. ‘The little friend I had expected to A FAMILY OF DAISIES They grew near each other on the long, green srass. It was loveliest May weathe: The sky was blue, and everything seemed bursting with hap- piness. The daisies certainly were hap- py—and why shouldn’t they be? They were so white, with such yellow cen- ters and they lived upon such a lovely green field. A very largé family it was, sisters, brothers, uncles, aunts, and cousins. Of course thers was a striking fami ly resemblance between them all, an I think there were several pairs of twins among them; but Instead of having their last names all alike, as relations generally do, these had the first name the same. There was Daisy White, and Daisy Pright, Daisy Fln&;, an Little and Daisy Dear, and a lot more. One morning Dais: eves. I declare,” she said, is quite wet with the dew! Nevgl' mind; the sun % coming up, it will soon dry up the wet. I wonder if Daisy Dear is awake™ Now Daisy Love and Dalsy Dear were very fond of each other, and al- ways tried to open their eves at the same time in the morning, and shut them up together at night; often kiss- ing each other over the top of the grass when no onc was looking: and just at the moment Daisy Love felt a Soft kiss on the tip edge of one of her Love opened her ‘my_skirt awake. He had only time to “Good morning,” when the daisies began to wake up all around. Daisy Bright and Daisy White were twins. and were so much alike you couldn’t tell - them apart. Whatever one did, the other did. tion. er was unhappy till a drop of rain 11 on her, too. ‘‘Here comes the breeze,” said Daisy Grand. “Now we shall hear the news! for you must know the breeze is a and they depend on it as much as we what is going on in the world. At once there was a great rustling and whispering, and as they -all had uaipleceo sell Dalsy Love. how fond of her. I hope the breeze for it would have world the next day if he had. passed om, after leaving the news, and for some time the daisiés nodded tes, first, is it true? | We took off our very lucky because the There was a spring We had peanuts with us and we had summer invited to go to Gardner Lake on an auto ride, so we ride with had gone with friends in the morning, so I had to go with mother The breeze to AN AUTOMOBILE, by Wm. Browsey, Age 10, Glasge. SINGING BIRD, by Sylvia A. Miner, of Nerth Frankiin. and her father and mother. When we got almost there we stopped and asked some little girls if was the right road, and they said e 0 we went out to the Jake. The :ittle friend's father had brought 2 watermelon and mother had brought some cake nad cookies. After we had a little party we went down to the lake. We girls went ahead and found some birch and began to eat it; when they came along we went on into the grove and into the pavilion and played tag. Then we went back to the cot- tage and mother and the little friend’s mother wanted to make some calls, They stopped at quite a few places, and then we went back to where we had Tleft the auto and got some black- berries and came home. We had a lovely trip. ELIZABETH JOH Norwich. What a Bean Pod Can Do. Dear Uncle Jed: T am going to tell you and the Wide-Awakes what suc- cess I had with a pod of be: Last year when my father was look- ing up some beans for planting he came upon some that were not shelled. He gave me one of the pods and in i were six beans. I went out in my garden and planted the six beans in a cirele «nd in the middle I put a long pole A little while later they came up and grew very good all summer. In the fall when I picked off a’l the pods and shelled them I was very much sur- prised to find that 1 had a good half quart of beans. 1 was very glad, and I am going to plant the same number this year and see if I have as many as [ did last vear. MIRIAM SHERSHEVSKY, Age 9. Norwich. A to Willimantic. Dear Uncle Jed: 1 went to Willi- mantic, which is about eight miles from my home, with by mother, father and brother a few weeks ago. We hired a horse, as we do not keep one. 1t was a pleasant ride and we reach- ed Willimantic about half past eleven. After we had caten our dinner in a restaurant, my mother and I went into the stores and hought some things. Then my brother and I had some ice cream. My father, brother and 1T went over the footbridge. Then we came back and went to the moving pictures I saw pictures of little babies, ple_driving, and of piss. We arrived at home o’clock. ALFREDA K. WALKER, Mansfield Center. The Robins’ N Dear Uncle Jed: Two robins built a nest in an old apple tree, They made it out of mud, straw, little twigs and peo- about six Aze each other, and talked over all that|twine. The nest is rough outside, but had been going on. has a lining of soft hairs and feathers. “I hear there are very few violets| Last April there were four little eggs seen now ths far south?’ said Daisy |in the nest. Each egg was blue, with Little. brown spots on them. Now there are “Oh, T am so sorry!” said Daisy|four little birds in the nest. They Awry go. 1 suppose,” said very ike yourself, Fine, who was sharp things. ren’'t " said Daisy Love to Da. Poor Dai: Awry cannot help it v Fine. than the rest; cloud, you know.” Daisy Fine did not answer, but shook -drop from one of her pearly a de petals, and looked up to see if Daisy Grand was looking at her, but he was rot; he was watching a sunbeam that Wwas creeping along tie grass. ing,” he said. “Perfect!” exclaimed Dal and Daisy Bright together, nights will be so exciting.” “We don’t care for fire-flies, do we said Daisy Dear, lovingly, to Da Love. “We like the early morning best.” Daisy Love blushed, or may pink for a moment. How fine the sky was, and how soft It was such a delicious day mpted a little pair of feet to They always |climb the fence and’ get over into the nodded their heads in the same direc-|green field where the daisies lived, and If a drop of rain fell on one, the |soon a little girl was filling her hat “So white and lovely are,” she said, “with their bright I will take a big bunch to mam- Then she gathered them all; no, 1;- she left poor Daisy Dear all great news-carrier among the flowers, |alone. I don't know that she meant to, Love, do on the morning papers to hear about | when a butterfly came dancing by, and she ran -after it, leaving poor Daisy the air! that it tes with daisies. ma. not al for she had just picked Daisy Dear forlorn and forsaken. The little girl did not-mean to be their heads together, Daisy Dear took|so heartless, for she didn’t know how and how the two-loved each other, miserable they would be separated. LAWRENCE GAUTHIER, Age 12, * Brooklyn. “I always miss them when they “That's because thev are one sided, Daisy fond of saving ou ashamed to be so un- if some of Ler petais are s0 much shorter she was born under a “T hear the fire-fles will soon be com- White “then the be it petals, and she knew Daisy Dear was|was qnlv the reflection from a pink say, | clover-head that was looking in her di- other | rection; only I know she looked quite cannot fly yet, but they will soon learn 'ARD SULLIVAN, Age 9. Cakes the Children Like. Isend a few recipes A circle. I hope Wide-Awakes will try to the some of them. Children’ s Cake—Cream one-half cup sugar and three tablespoons butter, add one egg, one-half cup milk, and one cup flour sifted with one taaspoon bak- ing powder. Bake In a square tin Sprinkle sugar and cinnamon on top. This is a plain, wholesome cake much liked by children. —Two cups mo- lasses, one cup lard, one cup sour milk, or two-thirds cup of cold water, one {easpoon of ginger, one-half teaspoon of salt, and flour to_mix soft. ANNE McGRATH. the Lebanon. His Travels. Dear Uncle Jed: I will tell you something about my travels. As you know, soldiers on the staff are moved around a good bit; you also know that they can never stay in one place over five vears. 1 was born in Baltimore and lived there for some time, as my father was Q. M. Sgt. of the company at Fort Henry, and I then went to Washington to visit my grandmother very often. We then went to Fort McKinle: Maine, and after a_few yvears went to Fort St. Philip. My father was in charge of this fort, and we lived in an old house which was the military headquarters during the Civil war. As you know, this was one of the southérn forts during the war. The o'd fort is still standing and is made of red brick. After leaving there I again went to Washington on a visit. and then to Tort Riley, Kansas. While in Wash- ington I visited the congressional libra- ry, all the museums, the capitol, White ‘House grounds and the monument. After leaving Kansas I again went | A Wolf, by Ed sailles. Dotty Dimple, I Isabelia Rodier Age 12, Norwlich to Washington, and then to Fort Ter ry, about nine miles from here After leaving Fort Terr: ame to Fort H. G. Wright FEIAX POYET Deep River.—Harvey Brook . ident of the Di National bank has presented the Knights Itching Burning Eczema in Blisters On Little Boy Healed hy Cuticura My little boy broke out with eczema on his hands and face when about twe orthree monthsold. At firstit appeared in the form of blisters and we were given & wash to apply, and an ointment but they did not seem to do any good. These blisters soon dried and scaled over and then he broke out with a red bumning and jtching rash. The itching and burning were 50 intense that some one held him a farge part of the time. ““We decided to try Cuticura Soap and Ointment. He soon began to improve and after a few months he was com- letely healed.” (Si)incd) Mrs. Wilson . Foster, Weston, ¥ It is easy to prevent skin and scal troubles by using Cuticura Soap for all toilet purposes, assisted by touches of Cuticura Ointment to first signs of pim- ples, rashes, dandruff or irritation. De not confound them with coarsely medi- cated soaps and ointments. For Free Sample Each Return Mail add: -card &M Dept. R, Boston.”” ~ Soid everywhere