Norwich Bulletin Newspaper, July 11, 1918, Page 9

— of nine thousand men, with their pro- visions, military sfbres, field artillery, and guns, were safe in New York. THE WIDE AWAKE CIRCLE e e Y BOYS AND GIRLS DEPARTHENT o , ' , Our school clock is a large sized timepiece. It has no inscription, se we do not know who the maker was. The case is made of chestnut wood and has but few ornaments. The dial in- dieates the hours and minutes. Our clock does not strike the hours, but we can hear its ‘“tic-tac,” ang can see the pendulum swinging back and forth. It does not keep good time, for it loses about five minutes a week. Sister says it is not worth while to have it regulated, as it is very old. If our clock could talk, it would tell many interesting stories about the boys and girls who used to come to St. Mary's school in days gone by. In doing its work constantly our cleck teaches us that we also must be faithful to our duty and lot lose a minute. We all know that time once lost is lost forever. ADBLARD DUQUETTE! Age 13. Danielson. Getting Lindy to Hooverize. g Lindy had been in the Carter family for 15 years. Although she was ex- Size of Pictures Drawn WIN A THRIFT STAMP F’i he Bu“efin Winning Wide*Awake Letters " are rewarded with a . Thrift Stamp, with an extra Stamp for every fourth boek won. State your mfo'erem, stamp or book. They must be either 2 3-16 wide for single column, and 4 6°16 for double gofutin, The lines must come MWithi thess measurs- ments. I —— Y office for them at any hour after 10 a. m. Friday. LETTERS OF ACKNOWLEDGMENT. Anna Gayeski of Colchester—I re- Rules for Young Writers. 1. Write plainly on one aide of the paper_only, and number the pages. 2. ¥ ink, not pencil. 3. " and pointed articles will be given vreference. Do not use over 20 HIS OVERSEAS MOTHER—Fourth Prize, $0.50, won by Raiph. Olsen ceived the thrift stamp you sent me 3 v ), ST and thank you very much for ft. trayagant, sie was a very fine cook. of Baltic. ; [ é_ Write your name, age and ad- | Was indeed very much pleased with Bt in B e beans, sweet peas, sweet corn, toma- fthe doorstep. watching the ships come toes and cabbage. DMy garden is over|in and out through the storm. 320 square feet. So I think I am help- WALTER HUSSY, Age 10. ing the government some. I hope all OLD MYSTIC of the Wide-Awakes have a war sav- Archibald Lambert Given Birthday ing garden. Surprise Visit—Farmerettes at Weork Then Mrs. Carter announced to her housemaid the new regime as to meatless days and the like. “And we must use less butter and lard, Lindy,” said Mrs. Carter. Lindy smiled and answered: honey, cookin’.’ In the matter of waste Lindy was the prize book, Boy Scouts on the dress plainly at ‘the"botiom of the | T, g Shank you very thuch for t: story. . ; Address all communications tu Uncle | ! Jed, Bulletin Office. -Be that! ‘Vha’(evn% —Be truet Straightforfardly” act, . Be honest—in fact, Be nobody else bui you" Baltic, Katherine Taylor of Norwich Town —1 received the prize book you sent me, entitled The Cruise of the House- boat. - I have read it anq found it very interesting. I thank you for it. Adelard Dugquette of Danielson— have recelved the prize book entitled Now, don’t you bother none 'bout de STELLA GASKA, Age 10. Jewett City. Young American. hard to change. When Mrs. Carter in- ey A i Dear Uncle Jed: Nations have their| —Outing to Lantern Hilk. POETRY. Dave Dashaway. Air C:mn’:r}:ml;, (and :fifii‘f&fe‘? her garbage can she Was|childhood and their days of hard les- . M vill fer thrift stamps for the future. L L i -] An aeroplane passed over this vil- My, Eathen: will prefer “Oh, Tind ATl this good bread sons just as children do. One hun: P! P STORIES WRITTEN BY WIDE- dred and forty years ago, when the|lage on its way to Bosten Monday WE WILL BEAT THEM YET!—3th Prize, $0.50, won by Everett Bur- | thrown away, ang -this grease.” | e ; i 3 k. i first American army marched to bat-|morning at 9.30. My father is the finest man AWAKES. rill of Stafford Springs. 7 Now, honey, Yo' jes keep away from |ije our nation my younger among| _ Archibald Lambert, president of the In @R Woflt 20-Tos: dat ole garbage. Ain't no place for|ngiiong than you are among your fath- | YoUng Men's association, was given 2 He's all that's good, and brave, and Elote. lady sniffin’ 'round garbage. b surprise party Friday evening at his home on Main street by the members of the association and their guests in trie— The things a man should be, There never was a better friend ers, your mothers, and their friends. had drummer boys real boys of ten One morning as Lindy brousht up When we come to Minneapolis we the mail she paused at the top of the in must know how wheat is made into d twelve 0 ) t airs and stood staring at something || homor of his birthday. The evening maki city is years of age, who marched 'as brave- = 2o 0F wiser one than ‘Dflfli e Qfi:i{eaxfi‘l& Ch]‘ffiqfl:i‘::\ated 3 toe S:xp- SUCCESSFUL BOYS A ,{‘:rh}‘;"dcs‘”wr caitie toantd het to | ¥ Bnd i fmmdly into cannon fire as|va8 d“"‘:g i vghlltd:nd v‘r:‘i::lh ‘r’;d e's the truest-hearted pal £ Vg Yiasi vies i £ . Carte 3 1 nstrumen: musie, er ~ A tellow ever had. DS R L LR e take the mail Lindy said: “Oh, Missus, | Jo'7, S7eat chiel, | ~General Georse| i cohments were served. The members ' 1; t!hi )afrglesrte aol:xer oTher rs\mu“" vy ain’t it pitifpi!” Ous maticaibag: :tle girls wito of the association presented him a set My father's ereed is faithfuiness; States. ;e L s g The exclamation was called out by laughed and cheered and loaded mus- | °f Military brushes. Yo sal s arve Sod in other places. s large Champion Boy Corn Growe- of lowa.|the utmost accuracy and he sent to|a card sent through the mail to make |\2W8hed and cheered an At South- Carolina Cam Ko . fellow men; /| Q05" most of theHofr ea WAL 1015 . e 8 oAb of the Tosflink qop pro. | 1be commerdlal school . with -which |an appeal foriihe atatvig chiliten o | iets for their Tatheniit oo | fireds @ 8 SDLE BMSSCCIME i cat. « We must go into ese i ) i e g cor -1y Swe v o Selzium. + + 2 rou; loop holes in eir cabin arol leton, only son lod e e I e ‘four | ducing states, and to he champion boy |JoUIE Swem was connected and asked | Belsium. At the top of iio card were E D nz the quiet ways of life: He wants no tow'ring fame s made in the olden times. corn grower of that state is an unus- for a stenographer who could be de- photographs of some famine-stricken home: when painted Indians charged and Mrs. George Walworth Middleton T i pended upon to report the speech per- | little ones. ta the very doors. of New York and Old Mystic, is now OF Tabih Wl hE snai Daathis: First the people lonz ago began to|ual honor. But to have a record asijccic” N Wilson may have had mis- | “Yes Tindy. Tsmt it dreadful? That| 'Where mamy schoolhouses stand to-|at Camp Jackson, Columbia, S. C. A poch atNIed name T T - eat it in the kernel. After a whilelan habitual winner of corn-growing|givinss when he saw the boy who was | i T am begsing you to he care- |d2Y American girls and Dboys may|This is an officers’ camp where they A pure, lijed ] (| they began to boil if, but they found | championships in that state is an even | dnt to him, but never did Mr. Wilson | ful about wasting, and. to tee legs|have helped to fight and to defeat the |are awaiting appointments. $ My father is the kind of man it fasted better baked. After a while|sreater distinction. 3 have a speech reported more accurate- | meat and wheat. There will he lots|énemy, when our nation, too, was| Arthur Daboll, who was seriously " That 1 would like to they began to pound it with rocksand | Thé&honors just mentioned have been |1y, ang he offered young Swem the | more of these starving people if we're | YU injured ten days ago at the shipyard He's wholesome, gontle, just, sincere— | 21d made cakes from the meal. eon by Dugene Dugan, a sixtcen-year- | position of private stenographer. The | not careful. We are in the greatest war of the|at Noank, is steadily improving. ‘he soul of honest ¢ But we must g on {n the-mill AllEF I auEes oy Wy e at Kingsley, | offer was accepted and Mr. Swem still| The tears courseq down Lindy’s |World's history, and we must win this| Richard E. Walbridge, younger son to live a life like his we see is machinery. It is not touch- | lowa, and with whom the growing of |}o1q4 the position, at a salary of | black cheeks. war no matter how long we have to|of Postmaster and Mrs. William E. 54 G T RARE 15 ] = {cd by hand as it goes to the top of corn is a matter of study as well as|yenty_five hundréa dollars a vear. Mrs. Corter said: “If youd like to|fight. We are going to get the kais- | Walbridge, has returned to Camp FLRE 5 BeRE T - name | the mill by an elevator. There it is SRl ‘f.,"‘;‘l G AN t“:‘hv At thirteen years of age, Charies|put that card up in the kitchen, you|er- He is the onc who made all this|Raritan, Metuchen, N. J., mer_we!;“- Aiia Shibw Hlk - Tobe. picked over to remove dirt and other | never .‘E.u-" e gives cre it to the Iy o" swem was. working in & mill in |m: We've got some others just like | trouble, and he's going to get all his|ing a brief .furlough here with s e : Aol oy waste matter. Then it is bolted, principle voiced by this motto for his|N.y Jersey and when he was still in | it. bumps for it, and every thing thats |parents and sisters. H. Syke in Anferican | “'s« it goes down it is emptied on silk | success as a champion corn grower. | o SoR%e0 SR 6 WER SO0 P on o Mre carter went to the|coming to him. There is a slight improvement in the cloth. After it has gone through two| FEugene has always been interested a week. Being e e beca}no Kitchen ' to g‘ivé( her orders for the| Then crigs shall be heard: Three |condition of William Clark, who was 2 3 or three pieces of this cloth it is sifted ir‘n corn growing, at least since he was| . tiocs’ He saw no Huricd: of 1| SNSRI T Tade iy T/ Tue “1ofCheers for the Red, White, and Blue!” operated on a week ago for a blood- Sl e clean. Then it goes down to the bot- | old enough to realize the value of cOrn | yancement in the mill nor in any cther | Hooverize. : “Three Cheers for Uncle Sam and all|Doisoned hand at Lawrence hospital, b 1, ittle sisters tom floor, where it is bolted and bag- | production, but his championship ac- | ogitjon until he acquired more edu-| _ KATHARINE TAYLOR, Aze 13. |his soldier boys!” New London. Bomtly tench pein ged and put inte barrels ) et {C1S| PRy G not Desin antll 018, when | cutian: Wieritore: he began fo o fol| - Norwich: i We can win this war, and we shall Summoned Home. Butterflies pre it goady o R Y e S enampionshiy - i hig own |ight ‘school three evenings a week . win, if the boys and girls of America| Miss Haley of Kittery, Me., who was Rri FudsVery Ao PRIt i A e H 5 L and here he studied hard, after his A Dream say so, and mean it, and feel it, and |spending a three weeks' vacation here Are such v things! ! ere isn't much flour now. You|county. He repeated the feat in 1916, | g o (¢S o€ STEIET, nari, Bie 5 en R e S LT Sl T e S can only get one small bag. The|winning the county championship. In g en he en-| one night T did quite a large amount | Toa &, -5 &l ¥ with Miss Marjorie Harris, Carefully, my pretty one, N Saod ¥ Y -11917 h 1y h tered a school in which stenography Wi % - lived, and felt, and helped. home Sunday night owing to the sud- ; o “l- . soldiers need it to keep them in con-|1¢17, he not only won the ecounty of history, English, Latin and Algebra, ress the sheltering twigs aside, was taught and at once revealed re- dition for fighting. We here can use markable aptitude for this championship but the stats and na- other kinds of meal or flour as substi- tional records, thus giving him three The nation needs that sort of boys den death of her father. and girls now. Not to beat our drums, for I had to make up work that I miss- Just to view the nake kind of 0 vie v : paTE 5 king ed when absent, hesides preparing my Lantern Hill Outing. Safely sleeping side tutes. - county, one state and ore national | ¥ork, In the vear 1911 the. National |joecons for the morrows. On my concen | 107, 10, 10ad our muskets, asmea| Miss Bisie Ackiey, Miss Luna Ack- . INEZ GUILE, Age 12. championship in three years. Inas-|: Buffalo, New York |trated thoughts upon these ®arious| .o 1. ley, Vintson A. Ackley of Galiup Hill, Gently strike the pi Norwieh much as lowa’s corn yield _exceeds | Buffalo, New York, and a contest jects, my i Unele Sam and (9 all iss Maud Williams of Old Mystic, indl 4 Stocyriehy = b €008 | \was held in snorthand writing. Young |Subjects, my peculiar dream was| It every boy or girl, man or woman, | 1iss Mau A & 5 Kindly pat the patient dog e 0 that of any other state. Eugene's|JC8 €L 0 STOMARC WIUNE, FOUNE | ounded ¥ 0y 1 '| Miss Eva Baumann of New Haven, Let vour unmolesting mer The Aid of Columbia. contest 1zed S friends are claiming the world’s cham- pionship for him also, but he is satis- fled with the honors really achieved. During the three yvears, Bugene has grown three acres of prize-winning corn, the average yield for the three years being 121.1 bushels.—The Boy’s World. has in their hearts the Spirit of 76, America will stand forever. LEY ANTHONY SKRABA, Versailles. Age 12. t unmol T I dreamed that my mother and I Spare the worm, the sng took a trip to Jerusalem. All the peo- ple in this city were greatly deform- ed—all in the shape of “H's.” We stay- ed in this city for many weeks. All this time T was becoming disgusted with the people and their ways. One day while in the market place I saw many group of these “H” shaped children discussing different matters. Approaching one group I overheard one child say: . the frog. contest and rather dazed the conven- = tion by hreaking the world’s record for rapid work. He wrote 237 words a minute for five consecutive minutes and never was work more accurately done. It is hardly to be wondered at that he was given the name of the “lightning stenographer.” Soon after | this be made a world record for ac- curacy on regular matter. He has en- tered seven different contests and won in all of them, although he has had Albert Stearns of Chicago and John M. Colver of Center Groton went on a picnic to Lantern Hill the Fourth, greatly enjoying the cuting. Miss Cassie Enos has returned to her duties as stenographer at Storrs Agricultural college after spending a ten days’ vacation with ber cousin, 1 Miss Lucy Whitford. Mrs. William Kent and children, Robert and Leeds, of Passaic, N. J. are making their annual visit to Mrs. Kent's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Albert In one of our school pictures is shown Columbia holding the flag, and the defenders of it are standing with joyful eves about her. This is seen on the coast of a beautiful river. Some of these soldiers- were dressed like those of the years 1776, 1812, 1861, 1898. This means that those soldiers were willing to fight for our flag and for the freedom of the people. ALEC GEBRISKY, Age 13. Wide is God's great worl around us, Room enough f How We Received Our Red Cross Banner. Dear Uncle Jed: I will tell you how our school joined the Junior Red Cross. One afternoon all the boys were ex- cused and they started from the school and went to every house gathering Rapid Stenographer. To Charles Lee Swem belongs the distinction of being one of the most rapid stenographers in the TUnited elieving, deed. 1 Recorder. prompt 2 o St many competitors of more than twice R Tl tell you what it is. Nar-|paper, the entry at the school being W. Burrows. UNCLE JED'S TALK TO WIDE- Versailies. K States. In a certain sense, he works |his age and with years of experience |Ftion is the order in which the events | the headquarters. 3 < heir Bi J TALK TO SO for the United States since he is Pres- | befora: he had ever tried to write a |occurred and —. The next morning being the last day Farmerettes Do Their Bit. AWAKES. The Life of Scott. ident Wilson’s stenographer, and he is |word in shorthand. “You think vou know everything,|of school, we had the honor of be-| A party of farmerettes is at the " ! e Sir Walter Scott. poet and novelist, |by some years the youngest steno-| So it was t a poor hoy with but [d0ont you?” interrupted another. “Nar- | longing to the Jurior Red Cross. The!MBijddleton farmhouse at Quoquataug Talking about folk tead of about| was born in Edinburgh on the 15th|grapher who ever filled that position. |limited education rose throngh his own |ration is the point in the sto hat | boys had made $13 selling this paper | Hill. Severak have secured employ- things is so common that mpst people |of August, 1771. He was not yet twenty years old when | efforts to a position of high trust and |arouses the interest, because it— to the mill. They could not get the|ment at the farms of Mr. West and do not know anything else to talk|, His father wanted him, at first, to|he went to the White House with iresponsibility. It is also a position| “There, mow, both of you think|paper from each house and take it|Mr. Edwards in Road society district. o » learn his business, but Scott liked | President Wilson, whose stenographer |of honor and one that helps to make |vour're clever, don’t you?" interrupted |right away, so they had each one put| Charles Q. Eldredge picked string about law. - He studied this four years. He|he had been when President Wilson |Charles Les Swem one of the best in- [I: “Now, Til tell you what narration |the papers out for them and told them | beans from his garden on the Fourth This is the wayv to falk of things: |found out that he would write poetry, | was governor. formed young men in the country in|iS and don’t one of dare inter- | they would come for them later. Solof July. ! i Uncle Jed “plentifed 1 a_ little|too, and wrote several books. ~His| One day Governor Wilson wanted a|regard to public affairs—The Doy’s |[rupt me. Narration is the point of | they borrowed a team and went after| Miss Ruth Williams has returned - in a cozv hollow in the woods|frSt ook was The Lay of the Last|speech he was to make reported with | World. the story where the climax is reached.” | it. from a visit to her cousin, Mrs. Ed- 5 3 Minstrel, which at once became widely This explanation the children togk| Every one was glad the next morn- | ward Baumann, of New Haven. he road, and we had a great W’i‘u}:a:j" A‘I{“mmn was the next book for granted. Walking over to another | ing, and v;? ;lue to )}:n};e ha He‘z Cross Mrs. Isabella ’\;:fl was ml' :lu toveé- t rock for a seat and a table, and |finished. It was even more popular |, 5 8 i h f group some mi later, whery banner which we shall have for our|the Fourth of her son-in-law am nad o very nice mibal POuER uAs of |EBAREihs st i ond Lunysof tiaake {2 or Uvon thepwiderstons step outy {0 (Hne 't be gosted on this, Jaq.| ECOWP Soms Wnptes et WOcre ks oiionon Smiame: daughter, Mr. and Mrs. Frank E.' the party discovered a big boulder| VS @ Very interesting book about the|™ Ropert and his mother hurried to|him into the cellar of the inn. Mind |heard this remark: P o ROUETRBPE MARSEL U Gates, WEETAIEE . ’ & highlanders, lowlanders and borderers. | tne door and lifted the latch. that you lock the inn doors,” he shout- | “Sorof is the word for weapon. Now,| Uncasville. Janes” Webster2gnd, Harry Coanstt near by, and we counted more than| T like the Lady of the Lake. It iS| Tnere upon the step lay a redcoat.|ed {0 & serving man nearby. .~ | should know, ‘cause the teacher told of New London have returned from a dozen within a short distance. a lovely story. fhe king had ordered | 1jjg eyes were closed and his face was| Robert's heart sank. All the sky |me. John Paul Jones. amanteeirlp to iy Mew Then we Knew that a great glacier, | Dousias out o L Seotland. nRoderick|geathly pale. What should be done?|srew black, and the poor little fellow | “She did, eh?" I asked. “Well, you| Dear Uncle Jed: I will tell you and BRIDGE which has been called God's plow, | shelier 1o Dbt Dofxglas )'mg\i‘xe; Here was a man suffering and in want | knew nothing more untii he opened "tez.ir‘her that she's wrong, | the Wide-Awakes about John Paul LEONARD made that valley before the icebergs|lovely daughter named Wilen. Roder- of help. But he was a redcoat. Could his eyes an hour later and found him- stella is the word for wea-|Jones. In a little cottage in Kirkham, it stiliine ThEOUSIAlE ohl duh thoe |10k wafiten AR Hang tor Hiien, bt they give help to an enemy and bring |self in a big black hole, so black that one of the children crossed me. | Scotland, was born July 1747, a little back his strength to him? I : N ai n Mr. ang Mrs. Otto A. Nettleton and | must have been deep water there, when he was rejecteq he was very s streng! 0 ? he could hardly see before him. s beqoming more and more dis- |hoy named John Paul.In later years he i i . Miss Grace E. Nettleton were in Ceol- g Just then the soldier epened hxs: For hours the boy lay sobbing, and |guested with the city. The people’s|added the name Jones, and became |chester Thursday afterneon. As the boulder near us was as & a6 ; eyes. !by and by it grew darker; then he|ways, customs and modes of living|John Paul Jones of history. R amler fribn Therd ienetate . T qear us wasas laree| Young Malcolm Gaeme, who was|“.jglp! Help!” he whispered faintly. |knew that night had fallen. °Lit veby Huzidsome, glso 16060 filier. Bten Music and | were entirely different from those of hed somewherg Little John soon grew old enough|Fourth of July patriotic celebration at ' e 2 “T am not a redcoat, I am a spy.” Then | dancing were heard above him; and|the people of the United States. Day|to roam and play in the beautiful | Lebanen. between twelve and twenty thousand mgngf}‘:?ia"t‘:r“sofna"}':g;s““g;’;’j}»ame! the eyes closed again, and the sickloften the loud laughter of the men |by day I grew angrier with elf for | country. Behind his father's house| Howard B, Williams of South Man- tons, and the men of science tell us|ioveq her. He then gave a detailed man fainted. e outside, ever having thought of visiting this|sprung up a mountain, steep 2nd rocky. | chesier was a recent guest of friends. that an iceberz brought it there, it|account of Ellen's love affairs. “We must bring him into the house,| But hark! What was that? The |city 3 On the other side of the mountain was| C. J. Holmes is visiting his brother, B R i o i hs He ‘then fnivhea Wiverly, which Robert,” said his mother. “But first | grasping of the rusty lock! Then al One day while standing on the shore|the Soloway Bay. John often stood on|Thomas Holmes, at Norwich. [ ere t probab e WAler | < among the first books started |TUR and bring a cup of cold water” |flash of light and a whisper—*“Little | with my mother, I suddenly plunged must have been at 300 feet deep, ]\,a'nh‘oe ol s olhe s Sooh "ful_- In a short time the soldier opened | boy, are you there?” into the water. I was swimming to- and “the iceberg reaching above the|lowed. b Pr‘t“’x?y:! again. Qmflr, lie f:'d’ k;‘the Robart sprang to his feet. Had an|wards Greece, where the scenery was SR 26 Tl S Al 1k ey ritish are coming. Already they bave | angel come to rescue him? Certain- [beautiful, where I would be introduc- e e o e e feet | e et iiorSof interest, | wounded me.” and “hardly had he|ly it seemed liko one—her face was and _goddesses, in- FOMWE TIDD when it opped its load—this grfat he insisted upon being. cartied -acm“ spoken, when there appeared upon the | so beautiful. “Hush, child!” she whis- v “H" shaped people. I rock. Europe to his beloved Tweedside at|PltOP two horsemen. pered. “Don’t speak. Come with me. |could rear my mother crying from the We could not tell how long ago it was, but one picnicker who felt sure an Arcturian winter, which occurs on this earth once in thirty thousand years Abbotsford, where he expired on the 21st of September 1832 EDITH E. PURVIS. Norwich. and is ten thousand years long, must Earning Money. have been required to do this, it must| Ag all the children have planned at least have heen that long since the | what they will do this summer, I thought T would, too. On Mondays I will help mother wash and mother will pay me by the piece. Tuesdays help iron and mind the baby. Then the rest of the week I will help father on the farm, so as to take my brother’s place, who is helping to win this war. This way T'll be able to buy about four thrift stamps a week, and be- sides the money I get from mother and father, T'll be getting money for sell- ing berries, too. When I finish this book I'll fill an- other and as many as I can. ANNA GAYESKI, Age 13. Colchester. big rock beside which we ate our lunch must have settled there. And the great iceberg which brought thiz blg rock may have brought some of the others, too; and it may have been a mile or two in length, and it was moving and melting to adad itself to the sea in a warmer latitude. There wasn't a trec near it that was 200 years old, but there were some young chestnut striplings of twenty years' growth so near that the boulder had pushed the trunk of one out of shape because it would not yield a hair to the pressure of this forty horse-power tree that was disputing with it the right of occupancy of that spot of earth. This is the story things told us that day, which we found very interest- ing to talk about d ¥ail vears, stood one morning, staring into THE WINNERS OF PRIZES, | the great fireplace, where the logs # 3 isnapped and crackled as brightly and o cheerfully as if there were no war, i no danger, no sorrow in this beautiful l1and, so broad and free. “I wish I were a hero,” said Robert, i stuffing his little fists down into his A Little Revolutionary Hero, There were many iittle boys and girls in the re\-olutiunary_ days, who did their part in the saving of the country just as bravely as did their fathers and mothers. Little Rcobert, a lad of only eight 1. Leona Sullivan, of Taftville— Girl Aviators on Golden Wing: 2. Edith E. Purvis; of Norwgh— Thrift Stamp. 3. Anna Gayeska, of Colchester— | pockets. “I wish I were a hero and Thrift Stamp. . {could zo to war.” 4. Helen R. Klingon, of Colchester—| Robert's mother sighed as she look- Thrift Stamp. ed at her hoy and thought of his fa- 5. Stella Gaska, rewett City— | {her, in, battle, perhaps at that very hour with the very cruel redcoats. S s Robert thought only of the fine uni- 6. Gertrude Marsh, gium. , ot Uncasville— “Robert, help me!” cried the boy's mother, “quick: we must get this poor man into the house and belt the door.” It was wonderful that they had the strength; but seizing him by the shoulders they dragged him, half faint- ing, over the threshhold, locked him securely into a secret closet—Colonial houses often had secret closets built into the walls, and were busy at work in the kitchen when the horsemen halted at the door. Robert was pale and trembling, and his teeth chattered. A horseman noticed this, and, pouncing upon the child he ghundered, “Where's the spy that ran down through this valley an hour ago? Tell me, or we'll burn your house.” Poor Robert! His tongue clung to the roof of his mouth; his knees trem- bled, and the whole world seemed whirling round and round. One horseman winked at the other, “The lad knows,” he said in a low tone, “we will frighten him into tell- ing.” “I won't tell,” Robert shouted, so frightened and so determined to be brave that he forgot to be wise. “You won't,” thundered the horse- man. “Then, my lad, you wiil go with us, and we will shut you up in a big black frison.” And as he said these cruel words, he reached down from his horse, caught the little fellow by the collar, lifted him on to the horse, turned apd galloped away, and all so quickly that Robert hardly knew what had happened until he was half wa; down the lane. 2 “Robert! Robert!” screamed his mother; but the redcoats cared little for her cries. Across the fields, over the hills, down the valley the war horses galloped, until Robert, who had never been out- side his father'’s farm, wonderea 1f they would carry him to the end of the world. “Will you tell me now?” the horse- I will carry you home.” A moment, and the child had been hurried up a narrow stairway, through a black passage and into the starlight. There stood a white horse fastened by the bridle. The lady was dressed in a rich silk robe and sparkling with diamonds, She mounted and they flew again over hill and plain. “You can find your way home from here, little boy,” the lady said at last, and, letting Robert down from the horse, she turned and was away be- fore the grateful Jad could speak one word. Day was just breaking, and away across the fields he could see his home shining out amng the trees. How he ran! There were lights in the house, for no one had thought of sleeping in that home from which the boy had been stolen. Back and forth, all night long, Robert’s mother had paced, praying. while the tears ran down her cheeks, for her boy's safe return. “O, mother! mother!” Robert shout- “O, mother, I didn’t tell” And then, exhausted, the little son fell at his mother’s feet. “My brave boy! My little hero!” sobbed his mother, taking him up in her arms, and the tears of joy rolling down her cheeks. “Was I a hero?” whispered Robert, and in another second, so tired out was he with the long night of terror, that, with a great sizh, he fell asleep, held close in his mogher's arms. LEONA SULLIVAN, Age 13. Taftville., The Battle of Trenton. The battle of Long Island was fought in August, 1776. The Americans were greatly outnumbered, and were defeated with heavy loss. Had the British gemeral fellowed up his ad- vantage, the entire American army away | ed, bursting in_at the unlocked door.| Thrift Stamp. \ 7. Stanley A. Skraba,” of versailles —Thrift Stamp. . 8. Katherine Taylor, of Town—Thrift Stamp. “The winners ‘of books iiving in the tin bysiness ; city may call at The Bullel Norwich forms, the music, the marching, and all the grand parade of war; but Rob- ert’s mother thought of the danger, the suffering, and the desolation. “Never mind, my boy,” she said, “re- member we can all be heroes in our every day life.” : Just then there came a noise at the door, It-was as if someone fell with a f S SRS GO man said to him when . they had reached a place where there were hun- dreds of white tents, and Where the red coats were parading up and down in lines. x “Never,” sobbed Robert, his lips trembling so that he could hardly speak. “Little rebel!” hissed the soldier. R i, might have been captured and dis- persed; but he neglected to do any- thing. In the meanwhile, Washington, al- ways mindful of the well being of his men, was studving how to save them. The night following the battle he had a number boats brought over 'se- shore: e “Helen, Halen! Will you —" It was at this point that I awoke, hearing a voice from downstairs say- ever get up?”’ HELEN R. KLIGNON. Colchester. LETTERS TO UNCLE JED. The Last Day of School. Dear Uncle Jed: I will tell you about the fun we had the last day of school. The name of the school which I am talking about is the Tyler school, of Jewett City. My teacher was Miss Clara Moran. Our school closed the tenth of June with a_picnic for the children. ~We had sixfeen callers besides my pet dog. ! The picnic was from 2 p. m. until 3.30 . m. We all sang first, then one by one Bternal.” After o#r singing and speaking .we had a peanut hunt. I found 54 of them—this ‘was four less than the prize. £ After the peanut hurt lemonade was served. When we had enough of that we had candy and bananas. Cake and also 8andwiches were served. We had five different kinds of cake. They were all good. Our school was decorated with flow- ers. When we had enough of the cake we drank lemonade again. There were two water pitchers full of it. When the picnic was over my teach- er gave me the prize for getting the most wild flowers. I found eighty- four different wild flowers and got first prize which was a handkerchief. A girl friend of mine received a handkerchief for forty-seven wild flowers. This was the second prize. We had a good time at the pienic. I passed into the Sixth grade. I have two sisters and a brother going to school. - All four of us passed into the next grade; and we are all buying thrift stamps. I have a war saving garden, T am a member of the Junior Food Army and I am going to get a membership but- cretly to Brooklyn, and before seven'ton for it. I have planted potatoes, began speaking. I spoke on ‘“Wreaths | A WEEK MONDAY: TUESDAY low. all to do; imp. Saturday | look for sparkling: eyes, God’s 1 am a Good Wisher. Aren't You? OF GOOD WISHES Monday, | wish for eager feet, on errands of love to goy —Brooklyn Junior Eagle. Tuesday, | wish for a gentle voice with tone both soft and WEDNESDAY: Wednesday | wish for willing hands, Love's duties THURSDAY: Thursday | wish for cpen ears, wise words to listen to; FRIDAY: Friday | wish for a smiling face, a brightener of home to be; glories all SUNDAY: Sunday | wish for a tranquil heart, that may to others joy