Norwich Bulletin Newspaper, August 2, 1917, Page 9

" Rufes for Young Writers. on one side of the Use 5 m:;: ink, Sy ey 2. Use pen ai not pe 3. Short ted articles will ve siven préferente. Do not use over words. 5. Write your name, age and ad dress plainly at the botiom of the story. Address all communications t¢ Uncle Jed, Bulletin Office. “Whatever yeu are—Be that! ‘Whatever you say—Be true! Straighiforwardly act, Be_honest—in fact, i Be nobody else but you. 2 POETRY. The Poor Old Cat. A poar-old cat went forth one day To_try and find a dinner; She wore a coat of black and gray And tried to walk in jaunty way, Though daily she grew thinner. “If T could find a nice plump rat T'd be,” she thought, “a jolly cat.” No rat she found, but hanging high Was Daisy's little linnet Whe sang as if to pierce the sky; - puss did sigh and sigh you in a minute From out that cage, Oh bird s A dainty thing you'd be to eat. sweet, She made 2 spring: she could not reach The bird singing louder And pouring forth as if in speech (To puss it sounded like a screech) A prouder strain, and prouder. “Dear! Dear!” she cried, with longing eves, 1 T w ad you, dainty prize.” Just then came Daisy, running fast, With something in'a saucer. “Poor puss, vou shail be fed at last, Your pangs of hunger shall be past, 1 s -e looking crosser; But I le birdie be If you wouid find a friend in m - —Answers. UNCLE JED'S TALK TO WIDE- AWAKES. The potato. you grow in vour garden is called an Irish potato, although the potate is a native American. Its schoolbook name is Battata Vir- sgintana, because the wild root was first found in_ Virginia; but the Indians used to call it openawk ,and what that means we do nat know. The first potatoes were not as large and pleasant to the taste as they be now. for thev were gluey and stuck to the teeth when eaten. When first discovered, no one knew how to cook and serve them well: and the Irish pecple successfully grew them and cooked them 100 years be- fore the GOther nations, and were so fond of them that the people of New England and Canada called the pota- toes “Murphies.” They were grown and eaten abroad 150 vears before they were used as food in New England: and when Hor- ace Greely was a boy about 1813 his father knew so lit! about the potato that they sathered the potato balls, or seed pods, and boiled them, not know- ing the fruit of the vine grew in the ground; and 225 years before that Sir Walter Raleigh, seeing no fruit upon the vines, ordered his gardener to pull up the weeds-and throw them away. It was while #eoting out the weads that bushels of fine Potatoes were found in the ground bemeath them. . The potato in the past century has become the favorite food of the na- tions- afid-a#t -conntries grow for the use of the pecple hundreds of millions of bushele, L The best wild potatoes were found in New Mexico 50 vears ago and from these, which- roasted were said to have the flavor of chestnuts, came the fine large roasting-potatces the world is enjoving today. toes were dear at six dollars a bushel, but Queen Elizabeth had them served on Rer table when they cost vo shillings a pound, or about 325 a bushel. It takes three years to grow market- able potatces from the seed which is taken from the little balls on the po- . and is no bigger than an v pinhead, and although the potatoes of of em. «WINNERS OF PRIZE BOOKS. er colors are grown from 1—Arlene ‘Pearl, of Augusta, Me— Mildred at Home! 2—Beatrice E. Burnham. of Hamp- top—Mildred's Boys and Girls. 3—Estelle M, Jodoin, of Jewett City lue Grass Seminarr Girls in the Mountains, 4—Jeannette These, of Norwich— The Blue Grass Seminary Girls' Vava- tien. Adventures. —Anna Ulrich, of Norwich—Mil- TOMMY TIDD. Tommy Tidd says: . There's a bad side, 'tis the sad side-— Never mind it! There's a bright side, side— - Try to find dt! 2 dred’s New Daughter. 6—Leo Poliquin, of Versailles — The Boy Chums on River. - 7—Mary A. Taylor, of Westerly, R. I—The Boy Chums of Hanted Island: 8—Dorothy Barber, of Mytic— Through the Looking Glass. 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 OF ACKNOWLEDGEMENT Anna Anderson, of Norwich:—I sank you very much for the prize vokk you sent me entitled “A Journey ¢ Jov.” I have read it most all and hink it is very nice. | John A, Burns, of Yantic:—I thank you very much for the prize book you sent me. I have read some of it, and like it very much. Esther Cramer, of Norwich:—I re- ceived the prize book entitied “Ma. jorie Dean” and thank you very much for it. I have read it and found it very interesting. Hortense P. Vallette, of Baltic:—I thank vou very much’ for the prize book you sent me entitled “The Out- door Girls of Deepdale.” I am read- ing it, and like it very much. Josephine Borovicka, of Storrs:—I thank you very much for the book I received some time ago. I have fin- ished reading it and have found it very interesting. Bertha A. Davies, of Jewett City:— I thank vou very much for the prize boolk I received. T have found it very interesting. Helen R. Klingon, of Colchester:—I received the prize book entitled “Ethel Morton’s Enterprise,” for, which I thank you very much. STORIES WRITTEN AWAKES. A Trip to Canada. It was in the summer, and there was Do ochool. Paps had’ been thiniing about going to Canada. Mamma ha! Dbeen a few years before with my little brother. We were on the train looking out of the window. Say, if vou boys and girls could only have been there! You could see the hills and rivers, and when you go over those dark bridges. After a while we stopped at a sta- n. The car was going to stay there a while, so papa went into the city to set something for us to eat. He did not expect we had to change cars, so he left me there alone. After a while everybody got off the cars and I was there all alone. The conductor came through the car and saw me. He took my sult case and me off. There were some ladies who took care of me till papa came back. That was the second time we changed cars. We had to that time because there was something the mat- ter. T got to Canada all right and had a good time and then came back to Wester] BY WIDE- MARY A. TAYLOR, Age 13 Westerly, R. I . The us at Pumkinville. The whole village was excited. Why ? A circus was coming to Pumpkinville. something which the village had never known in its history before. There was a parade at two o'clock, but long before two, a large crowd had sath- ered on the sidewalks of the street. First came some men mounted on clephants, and then some on camels. To the "Pumpkinville people these Wwere very interesting, because they bad never seen any before. Then came some clowns which acorded the cople a great deal of amusement by funny stunts. The per- formance went off nicely until near the end, when it started to rain, The performance kept on, but the specta- tors' thoughts were not on_ the play. They were only thinking of being at home. As the homes of the people were far from the grounds, and the people had not prepared themselves with um- brelias or raincoats they got home drenched. Some people caught colds on the way back. A week later a_town meet- inz was held and it was decided that although a circus may be all right, Pumpkinville did not want to have any more. ESTHER CRAMER, Age 13. Norwich. My Boat. uncle has a boat and we have ny good times. Our boat is paint- ed blue and white. Most every night we're out rowing. Auntic and I pick many flowers and we see many pretty birds. Last Sunday there were three girls in the boat. One girl was very happy and the other was afraid. I did not g0 far, she was so afraid. I'll give her many rides so she will get used to the boat. LEOLA LEGARY, Age 12. Versailles. The Goose and the Golden Eggs. There was once a man who had a 2oose. This goose was not like the Zeese on vour grandfather’s farm, She was a very handsome goose and every day she Jaid a big golden egg. The man sold the egz at he mar- ket. He saved the money and was slowiy getting rich. One day he said to himself “I wish that I was rich now.” Every day my so0se lays a golden egg. She must have a mass of gold inside of her. If she has not, how can she lay golden iesgs. If I could have all the gold at jonce I should be very rich. So the i man killed his goose and tried to find he gold. { Alas! There was no gold to be | found. His goose was like all other geese: but now he had kiiled her and he would have no more golden egss to_sell at the market. The foolish man had lost the good that he had without getting the riches which he wished, MARION BILL, Age 9. Colchester. Our Country. Since the United States went into this great European war the conditions have become very poor. The Germans have sunk many ships both American and English and all :geir goods have gone to the bottom the ocean. = While in the United States the effects of the scarcity of food in Eu- rope has become worse and worse, and of course the cost of everything becomes higher and higher. This makes it hard for the poor farmer to earn a living. The scarcity of food and the “high cost of living” urge all farmers to, raise a larger ¢rop both for himself and his country. All our boys and girls should do all they can to help their country in the present time. Uncle Sam has wanted us to buy liberty bonds whic was a good way of belping our country. The United States is a friend in whom we can ‘tis the right [trust and not be afraid of not getting our money back or being cheated. Now that tha United States has gone into the te ‘we all_ Shocdous mor .,.:% = that ihd other . to h 1Y the way Beigium has: and al i ana 2ll sincerely hope that Germany does not destroy our ships, our country or our men. JENNIE DINSMORE, Age 11 Manefield Depot. My Visit to Pine Crest. I started for Pine Crest on the, Fourth of July at ten o'clock from my home. We took the car at the station for Plainfield and then waited at the junction for forty-five minutes, then the train for Providence came and we ‘went aboard. We were in Providence at three o'clock, and took the car for Crescent Park station. From there we walked to Pine Crest. 1 had fireworks that night. The next day I went to Crescent Park, and rode on the hobby horses three times, the roller coaster the whip and throush the river of Venice once. - 1 went in bathing every day and went clamming_and_fishing once. I rode to Providence, Riverside Warren and Bristol in an automobi I could see Rocky Point across the water from where I was in the to. On Saturday before I came home 1 went to Pawtucket and Attleboro. I came home Sunday at nine o'clock. Indeed I had a very nice time and hope to go to Pine Crest next sum- mer. ESTELLE M. JODOIN, Age 13. Jewett City. - Nature. Have you ever walked throush a field of daisies or along the cool, shady paths of some forest and admired the majestic' ferns or the tiny swamp-vi- olets growing along the banks of some rippling brook? Have you ever thrilled at the song of some bird, soaring high up in the heavens, or sighed with the pines that crowned the summit of a familiar hill? It doesn't take a poet to recognize these things—each and every one of God's creatures is born with the sense of Law and Beauty deep down in his soul, and It is for- ever trying to express itself. ~ When we see a thing that is beautiful, some- thing within us instantly responds and we admire its various points. of peculiarity and beauty. A poet’is the most perfect prophet of beautv—he is born fully developed and can see farther and know deep- er than any ordinary person. But we are all poets in the sense of the word: ail we have to do is to cultivate the gifts which are within us. Before anything else we should learn to ap- preciate the beauties and _ wonders about u: On every side, from east to west, north to south, there stretch- es a vast panorama of magnificance— Narure's Garden. We of the twentieth century, with all our great inventions and so-called advances In clvilization, have declined in our appreciation of Nature. We don’t see in the wild-rose, the snow-white daisy or the golden butter-cup “the sweetest thing God ever made, and forgot to put a soul into.” but instead, look upon them as worthless weeds, only fit to grace the borders of dusty country roads. Is it they who have lost their charm, or we? What are flowers good for, any- how? If we want flowers we can buy them—they grow plenty at the hot- house! When we walk under sylvan boughs, we fail to catch the greetings which the feathered songsters are sending down to us; our eve does not follow the tiny squirrel, as he scampers over the crumbling old stone-wall. We have no time for such musing; our mind is troubied with more Important things! We drink of the sparkling waters of a gushing spring but are blind to the glories reflected in its crystal pool: sifting under the lofty pines, we hear them waving In the breeze, but never interpret what they say. Still there are a few, the poets, and others, who notice these things, who appreciate them and learn from them lessons which no mortal man could ever teach. Far out in the country, away up the winding bend of a narrow. dusty, little road. there stands an old farm house. The children who live in it romp and play all day long. They know the surrounding country like a book. every field and meadow, every brook and pond, each shadv nook and knoll. has its associations. They know whers the most fragrant violets grow and where the black-eved- susans are in the greatest abundance. The <o of the birds, the trickling brooks that run down the mountain- sie. the old swamp h its band of croaking frozs and water-snakes, all have thair charms for them. Would it not be well if we all would pav a little more atfention to this glorious world about us? Let's leave the tiresome environment of every-day life once in awhile and for- get everything dark and dreary. Let's see if we can't find something in every one of Nature's manifestations. Take walks and drives in the country, sit and listen to the muslc of hird and bee, and gaze far up into that sea of biue we call the heavens, and watch the fleecy clouds roll by. Slowly, but surely, the self-within wil, unfold and you will have begun the develop- ment of your sense of Beauty. s WALTER V. GAVIGA Willimantic. The Pilgrims. The Pilgrims were Englishmen be- longing to a sect of Christians who had been driven to the continent by religicus persecution. When they re- turned to England they would not join the Church of Enzland and were persecuted for their non-conformity. They endured these persecutions for about firty vears and then fled to Holland. Here they remained for twelve years, but for fear that their ! Prietor; children might ose their nationality and religion they determined to go to_America. They left Holland in a small vessel called the Speedwell and sailed for England. Here. with those that joined them there, they émbarked in two ves- sels, the Speedwell and the Mayflower, for ‘America. The Speedwell, proving unseaworthy, was obliged to turn back. The people crowdSd into the Mavflower and sailed September 6, 1620. s Owing to the iznorance of the cap- tain, the vessel was brought upon the coast of Massachusetts. More than a month was spent in looking for a suitable landing place, during which time there was much suffering aboard the vessel. The people were weary with the voyasge and poorly supplied with food. Plymouth (as it was later called) was at last selected on the 21st of Decem- ber, 1620. Tradition savs that Mary Chilton was the first woman that stepped up- on_American soil. The winter of 1620-21 was very, se- vere upon the Pilgrims. Unused to the cold climate, numbers soon be- came sick and died, while others died by starvation. By sprinz only forty- six remained of the one hundred and two that had_come in the Mavflowar. JOSEPHINE BORAVICKA, Age 15. Storrs. A Disobedient Boy. John and his father were spending a week in the Maine woods. They had chosen the first week in January for their holiday,. since John's father was an enthusiastic hunter and expected to find plenty of game: They had been camping out for three "days when John’s father de- cided to go a lorng distance in search of game. He told John to stay near pon_turning Without a word he led back to the camp, the traps were collected ana they started for home. It was a long time before John was forgiven, but it was a zood lesson to John for he never disobeyed his fath- °F 28N AMES LEWIS, Age 10. Stonington. 5 Ciara Barton. Clara Barton is well known to the world as the pioneer of the Red Cross Society of America. This society wa: founded in Europe in 1864, but did not make its way to Amerfcan until 1851, when Clara Barton succaeded in es- tablishing it. She was born in Oxford, Mass, on Christmas day. Her brother and sis ter were very much older than she. She was fond of animals, as the fam- which we brought home. we pressed in books as a remembrance of oyr first week in camp. One of our disadvantages was that ‘we had to sleep on the ground, which did not seem as comfortable cozy beds at home. as our ‘We enjoved fishing, getting our own meals, and roaming around, taking in the_scenery and fresh woodsy air. ‘We collected fish and many flowers ‘The flowers. ANNA ULRICH, Age 14. Norwich. An OId Farm. One day not very long ago we had a ily_lived on a farm. clambake on a farm about four miles - “When the Civil war broke out, she offered her services, as a volunteer nurse. She nursed the soldiers. worked hard for four years. then sho to Switzerland. ftor ahg wes & murse in the Prus sian war. Here she helped the starv- | I ing and homeless and gave food to the children of the French. In 1873, on her return to America, she .asked Congress to establish the |t Red Cross society here. She was chosen president of the society. In 1898 President McKinley sent Miss Barton to Cuba to help the poor people of that country who were starving. She did herolc work in Cuba. There now stands an Iron Cross in Europe in honor of her bravery and 5ood deeds. She was 80 years old when she died loved and honored by all the world, LILLIENNE MATHIEU, Age 12. from Moosup. try roads with autos, which took quite She | long, for we had to go slow because the Toads were in bad condition. bent and worn out. many secret cupboards and closets. All strawberries. looking at the old barns. were doing this the men went- fishing in the nearby pond which belonged to the farm. had a chain tled to it. grown all around the chain ‘We went through coun- We gt up there safe and sound. We visited tne house from cellar to attic. t was so queer and old fashioned. It was so old that the floors were all Upstairs we found he doors seemed to lead back to the same place. ‘We cooked dinner and made clam chowder on an old stove which was all rusty. We had dinner under a tree out: side. out in the fresh air. It gave us good appetite to eat After dinner we found many wild ‘We then went around While we An old tree nea- the house The tree had and it looked as though it were growing out Head Tavern. The early New Yorkers of 25 or 30 vears ago perhaps recall a burly phrase then used in the gossip of their elders. If some scandal was being told, the narrator would say: ‘“Don't tell So and So of this or it will be known before night from Bull's Head to the Battery. To many of the younger generation, who heard this often in their childhood, never really knew what its local origin or its literal meaning was. Yet for 150 years Bull's Head Tavern, with its caitle market, had bee: institutions of Manhattan. Buil's Head Tavern is brown, angu- lar and homely. The closer one studies it, the homelier it becomes Only an etching could catch the charm of this weatherbeaten structure. In style it resembies a coalbox: the avenue front is of brick, and the gable end is of wood. There are three rows of win- dows on each side, but those above the first story are too characterless for deseription. No aesthetic comfort can be derived from its chimney. Dingy and useless as this place may seem to us, it was not thus considered by the innkeeper, for he had taken down the grim bulls head signboard one of the of it. We had two'cameras with us, so we took pictures of the old farmhouse and its surroundings as souvenirs. JEANNE THEVE, Age 13. Norwich. Eth, Darning Balls. ‘When Ethel came home from school she saw her mother sitting In the bay window mending with a big basket on a chair beside her. Ethel frowned. “0, dear!” she said: . “1 forgot it was Wednesday after- noon and ¥ told May that I would be over.” “Hurry up, -Ethel! across the street. sk your mamma.” Ethel turned and shook her head. “Can’t ccme,” she said. “I know it's Wednesday afternoon, and I've got to darn my stockings.” She came in and hung up her hat, and got a cookie to eat, washed her hands and face. and was so long in getting around to the sitting room that mamma called, “Isn't my little girl going to help me_this_afternoon " Then Ethel came in and sitting down rather hard on her little rocker, took up her pretty reg darning bag mam- May called from which had weathered so many gzales | ma had made for her. and, with the use of a paint brush, T just hate to darn!” she said. transformed the tavern into a new- | “Over one, under one, over one, tn- rangled “hotel” and it presents more | der one, just like we used to do in than a passing interest to the traveler of today. BEATRICE E. BURNHAM, Age 14. Hampton. Annie and May. One day two zirls were seen walking on the road. They were going to town. The town was two miles from their city. They both carried a basket in their hands. RS May was very while Annie s sad and she even grumbled. Anpie said: “Why are vou so happy? The baskets are heavy and you are no stronger than L wa the kindergarten.” (Ethel was ten, and had left the kindergarten far behind.) “all black and ugly, too.” ‘Well.” said mamma, smiling pleas- antly, “if it would make it more inter- esting, you might make vour threads vellow one way and blue the other. Ethel laughed at the idea of a biue and vellow darn in her black stock- ings. When she had stopped laugh- ing, her frown was gone. She put her hand in the bag and brought out her thimble and ball of darning cotton, then she reached in again for her darning-gourd. A puzzled look eame Into her face she felt for it “I have a little flower at the botto: r of my basket that makes it feel light, Why, What's in here instead of my answered May. gourd she asked, then drew out a “That must be very nice. What is | big orange. the name of it?” asked Annie. Mamma looked surprised as she “If you please, it’s the patience | could be. 4 o flower—it grows wherever you let it | “Why. that's strange” she said, grow,” answered May. but I think I spould like a ball I MARY, GORDON, Age 10. Springfield. A Temporary Hotel. Uncle Henry and Aunt Jane had not visited their nephews and nieces for two years, and Uncle James and his family had not vet paid the visit they had_contemplated for some time. When, therefore, both uncles wrote saying they would pay us a visit in a certain week if it were convenient for us, we did not inform either that the cther had written, for we were afraid that one of th&m would give up the trip, lest both families with our owh should make too large a household. About the first of August we had a household of fifteen to be cared for in a bungalow that had only three bed- | rooms. But it ‘was a happy party and | everyone helped to clean the house. We had a set of rules that father drew up and posted for our “Hotel de Bun- zalow.” They were as follows: GENERAL INFORMATION RULES: This hotel is conducted on the sar- dine plar; a prize is offered to anyone who can find any unoccupied space. All meals are guaranteed under the pure food and drugging act. All_our eggs strictly fresh—when they were laid. Onions served weekly—the “he better. Regular rates do not include sno; privileges. The capacity of the hotel is ten gals. Baseball fans will find a pitcher in every room. Leave all valuables with the pro- he needs them. I you like the food, do not kiss the cook; har stomach isn't very strong. This hotel has no rats, except in la- dies’ hair. A zood comb will be found on every rooster. The toothbrush hangs in the bath- room. Moving pictures in every room; look in the mirror. If you find your room too hot, opan the window and see the fire escape. We serve certified milk. Our water bill certifies its quality. Vegetables fresh from California. We ship ours to the New York market. No dogs wanted. We buy our sau- sages. Incivility on the part of employes should be reporfed to the manager in writing. Drop your complaint in the waste basket. It will do no harm there. LEO POLIQUIN, Age 13. _ Versailles. AND weaker z How We Camped Out. One afternoon I was surprised to meet five of my girl friends at my home who wished to know if mother would consent to my going camping for a week with them. I begged mother could eat afterward. “Well. said Ethel, “T do, too.” She slipped the orange into the first stocking. How the bright color shone through the holes! Fthel darned away at her best rate, and soon finished the two pairs of stockings. “Now. we'll eat the darning-ball,” satd Ethel, gaily as she peeled it. But mamma_said she had eaten one just Dbefore Ethél came home, so it was all for her. “T knew vou put it there,” Ethel said. “Do you really?” mamma said, lavghing. The next Wednesday Ethel was not slow coming home, getting her things off. she felt her bag to see what it would be. This time it was a big, red apple, and the next Wednesday it vas a lemon. which she made into lemonade after it took the place of her darning-ball. On the next Wednesday it was a pomegranate and she learn- ed how o break it open and pick out the red seeds. All through the fall there was some new kind of ball every week. One Wednesday she had just finish- ed eating a biz. russet pear. which had been her darning ball. She put her arms around mamma's neck and gave her a good kiss and said. “I guess I'm ready for my old gourd again, now, mamma.” Mamma shook her head. “No,” she said. “I gave vour gou-d to Mrs, Perry's baby for a rattle and when they went home he cried to take it, so L let him. I think yowl!l have to zet alons with apples and oranges vet for awhile. Mamma spoke soberly. but her eves were langhing and so Ethel was not so verv much surprised at Christmas to find in her stocking a beautiful polished wood darning ball with a lit- ile bundle. The ball unscrewed in the middie and inside it was Al lined with velvet and made a cunning nest for a beautiful silver thimble with thel” engraved on the rim. BEATRICE ABLEMAYN, Age 11. Norwich. LETTERS TO UNCLE JED. The Study of Wild Flowers. Dear Uncle Jed: T think it very in- teresting to know the wild flowers, and enjov a walk In the woods and fields, ‘especigily near our place— through the woods to High Hill. There are such beautiful cedar trees, with woodhine climbing up them. ' They resemble church steeples Tt 15 a plensure when you have a little knowledze of the flowers you meet at every turn. Their names alone serve as \a clew to their entlre historles, siving us that sense of companion- ship with- out surroundings, which 1 S0 necessary to_the full enfovment of outdoor Jife. But if we have never stndied bontany, it has been no easy to let me go, and at last she con- | matter to learn these names, for we sented. find that the very people who have al- Besides myself, there were five other | wavs lived among the flowers are oft- girls going, namely, Julia, Mary, | en ignorant of even their common ti- Helen, Gertrude and Margaret. tles, and frequently increase our As We were to start early the next |eventual confusion by naming them day, mother had to get my lunch ready. I went immediately to the store after two loaves of bread and meat and fruit and cookles. I went to bed happy that nLight and stayed awake half the night thinkin& of what a nice time we were going to have. In the morning I was awakened by the cries of my mother: “Get up! Get up! if you wish to go.” After breakfast we were readv to incorrectly. 5 When the flowers are brought in from the woods they should be sorted decording to color, and then traced to their proper places in the various sec- tions. An ordinary magnifying glass (such as can be bought for 75 cents), a sharp penknife, and ore or two dissecting needles, will be found useful in the ex amination of the smaller flowers. The inum. experience had already termined has been forgotten, and. the settlement of the many which, are sure to arise lovers’ as to the localitles in_ which certain flowers are found, the dates at which they may be expected to appear, and edisappegr, and _ various other points which we sometimes fail to de- cide ynd even the scientific books fall or lack. It is interesting to note that some of the wayside plants have been brought to us from Europe in_bailast and in loads of grain, and, invariably follow in the wake of elvilization. Swamps especiaily offer an sought asylum to our shy and lovely wild flowers. JBSSIE L. BREHAUT. Huntington, L. L The Prize Winners., Dear Uncle Jed: Every year at school we always have a flower calen dar. This year the teacher offered s prize for the ome that brought in the most dowers. Another girl and myself received the prizes as we were just even. This is the list of my flowers: Date. Name of Flower. 16—Alder. April April 20—Mayflower. ‘April 26—Red and silver maple. April 27—Curly maple, elm. May 4—Strawberry, bluet, hazel bush, ladies’ tobacco, trumpet moss. May 14—Wild oats, ash, snakewsed. May 21—Painted trillium, moss pink, gentian. May 25—Sweet fern, Jill over the ground weed. May 28—Sorrel, bunchberry. May 29—Fringed polygala, bird cher- ry, star flower, parnassus, bellwert, gold thread, black cherry, wild mus ard. May 31—Dogwood. June 4—Clintonia. June 5—Mountain laurel, poison el- der, raspberry. June 6—Star of Bethlehem, pink la- dies’ slipper, wild cherry, sugar plum, moosewood, 'sarsaparilla, ‘lily of the valley, true Solomon seal, false Solo- mon ‘seal and yellow wood Betany. ARLENE PEARL. Augusta, Me. Nellie’ Dear Uncle Jed: Once Nellle's moth- er was making some grape jelly. Nel- lie was watching her. Mrs. Thorn went out of the room. In a_moment she heard a loud #:ream. It was Nellia. She had fallen in the grape felly. She told her mother she had cut herself, but her mother washed it off and It [vas only the juice from the grape jel- . For a long time Nellie. could not be- lieve that her hand wasn't cut. RUTH MASON, Age 13. Ballouville. My Birthday. Dear Uncle Jed: My bitrthday was the Fourth of July. I had a cake with seven flags on it. I had all the ice cream T could eat all day, and a lot of presents. On one of my gave me a big flag. our front door. GRACE GARDNER, Age T. Griswold. birthdays my father It hangs over At Groton Long Peint. Dear Uncle Jed: I am going to tell you about Groten Long point. 1 was down to the beach vesterday. I was in swimming. The wind was not blo ing very hard. Then I went to the bathing house and got dressed. 1 had a lovely time. I picked up shells that were very pretty. I gave the shells to a lady, who liked them very much. T zof on the car and went Lome and T jumped into bed and said goDd night, dear friends. DOROTHY BARBER, Age 0. Mystic. - Alaska May Increase Tin Output. The known tin deposits in the Uni- ted States are few, but Alska is some- thing of a contrtbutor to our much- needed tin demand Alaska lode tin was discovered, curiously enough, by a geologist of the Geological Survey, Department of the Interior, as he wis helping two prospectors by crudely smelting in a camp cup a piece of pe- culiar-looking ore which the prospec- tors rightly suspected to be tin. Spec- imens of stream tin were also collect- ed by Snurvey geologists in Alaska in 1900, which was before this metal was known to occur in the Territory Soon after that time prospecting for stream tin became active, and since 1902 near- Iv 1,000 tons of metallic tin has been produced. The Survey has given speclal at- tention to tin in Alaska. Last year's output was 139 tons, an increase of 37 tons over 1915, but it is the hope of goverment officials that with the pres- ent high prices the production for the present year may total as much as 300 tons. In the Seward Penineula where piacer tin was first mined, the source of this stream tin has been’ di covered and lode mining is now being carried on. In the pther known Alas- kan tin locality—the Hot Springs placer-tin resion—Geological Survey men are this year searching for the ource and are also urging the min- ers to save all their stream tin. Stream tin is rather widely distri- buted in the Hot Springs district, but as yet few of the gold placer miners make any pretense of saving it. An effort is being made by the govern- ment geologists now on the ground to induce the:miners to save s#a ship this stream tin, which should mate- rially increase the total output from the territory. Placer mining in the Hot Springs district can be carried on for about three months in summer. In view of the great need of tin in the United States it is hoped that the Alaska miners will make every effort to_increase their output. The Geological Survey has fust fs- sued a report on tin, manganese, plat- aluminum, tungsten, chronic, and other important minerals—Bulle- tin 666. “Our Mineral Supriies.” THly bulletin is published in the form of brief leaflets or separate chapters. The tin report is Bulletin 666-U and the chapter on Alaska’s mineral supplies, Bulletin 666-P. Fuller’s Earth Indugtry Shows Large Increase in 1916. The fuller's earth industry, as shown by a report soon to be issued by the United States Geological Survey, De- partment of the Interior, showed con- siderable progress in 1916, the pro- duct marketed being the largest, in both quantity and value, ever re- ported. The quantity of domestic faller's earth marketed in the United States in 1916 was 67,822 short tons, valued at $706,951, or at $10.42 a ton at the mine. This was an increase of 19,921 tons or 42 per cent in quantity, and $217,732 or 45 per cent over 1913 in value The average price per ton }¥as 21 cents higher in 1918 (han in Fuller's earth was marketed in six States in 1916—Arkansas, California, Ilorida, Georgia, Massachusetts, and Texas. ' The South produces nearly all our fuller's earth, 98 per cent coming from that region. A Paris telesram announces the death of the well known painter M. Antonio de La Gandara. He born in 1863. His distinetive portrait studies, espe- clally of women, were a feature of the French Salon. Mrs. Pi , by Clifford Moody, aged 11, Norwich, Conn /i