Norwich Bulletin Newspaper, August 8, 1918, Page 9

THE WIDE AWAKE CIRCLE For The Bulletin They must be R!nqr!s-vl-mh. m.‘-un:q-aii 6 for double cotumn. “The must e T g Do [ Qurt-uzd pointed articles will be given ureference. Do not use over | d | stories, or letters only 4. Original ! will e used, 5. Write your name age and ad- | dreas plainly at the bottom of the ! Adéress all communtcations tc Uncle | Jed. Bulletin Office. Whateser yox say—Ee iriel ever you say—! o Lwalgh tforwardly act, Be_hemest—in fact, POETRY. The Fly-Away-Bird. Oh, the Fly-Away-Bird is swift of wing, s he! n the blue of And swift and high And he fliee as high, the sky, As any birds that be, 1 And feet of foot is the lusty man, As flee: as A winsed word. Whe can sprinkie salt._without default, On the tail of the Fly-Away-Bird. But the Fly-Away-Bird seems as tame as a hen, Like a barnyard fowl seems he; But the nest he has made, or the egg be has laid, : Is & stubborn absentee. And when a man, with a sprinkle of sail Comes near to his roosting place The bird he darts to the outermost Of the farthst shores of space, But we all chase after the Fly-Away- Bird, Over river and mountain and dale, And think in an hour we'll have the power. To sprinkle the salt on his tail: But still, since the base of the planet was laid. And the morning stars were heard, No fortunate feliow has felt of the melow Bright plumes of the Fly-Away-Bird For the Fly-Away-Bird is our own bright dream, "Tis the hope that was born with Then follow it far, to the uttermost star, o To the clear blue's farthest span. And the man who has no Fly-Away Bird Is a mortal most forlorn 1t were better that he should be sunk in the sea, Or that he had never been born. See! he lights up there on the Crage of Hope, his wings they gleam sun With the gorzeous dyes of the sunset skies When the summer day is done: And though this bird was never yet caged In a narrower cage than the sky, Whoso is deterred from chasing the bird, *Tis time for that man And in the to de. Then up and away for the Fly-Away- Bird! Let us lead him a jolly good race: And let every man know that the bird tha ies low Is no d of a” bird to chase, Then up and away for this high-fiying fow!! Let him pierce to the deeps of the sky Let him understand, with the salt in our hand, We'll chase till the day that we —Sam Walter Fos: A Butterfly in City Streets. Astray fram coumtry's calm retreats, Lonely it fluttered by, A butterfly in city streets Nome of its kindred nig 1 wondered i, that ‘sunny mofn, It longed not for the rest Of garden fair where it was born And rose it laved the best. It seemed to know ot where to go— Restiess and weak of wing: Nq flower's bloam, no water's flow, No bird to-weleome sing. Last child are vou in city streets, Without a_guide to roam, While friends afar, with Sweets, Wait for your coming home. —George Birdseye. love and UNCLE JED'S TALK TO WIDE- AWAKES, Did vou ever think that every gar- den plan: began life.as a weed and many of them were weeds for thou- sands of years? R is not a fong time since tomatoes were grown in the flower garden as a curfosity and were called “Love ap- ples” and the parsnip 71 vears age was a wild root on the seacoast of Eamgland, and hardly fit to eat. Plgats are more than things, for they are living creatures that feel, hear, taste and smeil, just as other living creatures do. let's study two of the common weeds you all know—weeds that make work for you in the garden—chick- Weed and “pussiey.” ! Chickweed is first cousin to the and is also calied starwort be- enuge its biossoms somewhat resemble star. 1t is ome of the hardiest of nd is found in bloem in warm in New England in mid-winter. It js estimated to produce a million speds to the plant, so it is not strange it is found in all gardens and defies the hoe and the hoer. “Pussiey” in the books is purshne is cousin to the portulacea and related to the . chickweed. It on lean sail and is called “the rose” because its flowers re- ,m$ind ons in shape of wild roses. {Bvery plant has a tap-root to hold .3 firm and stay-roots to keep it up- { and absorbent roots to take from \ earth what the plant needs to feed (it WM @lite rools go down for water BOYS AND GIRLS DEPARTMENT { me. WIN A THRIFT STANP Winning Wide"Awake Letters are rewarded with a Thrift 8tamp, with an extra Stamp for every fourth bbak wen, State your preference, stamp or book. B and food and the green for sunghine and alr, could mot live if the did breathe through the leaves, which also cireulators of the sap or blood And do you know that what all breathing ereaturss cast out of their lungs in breathing helps the plants to Itve and thrive; and what the plants discharge from thefr tiy mouths in the leaves help all animals to live and theive, Animals peison the air in breathing, and plants purify it, and in this way a balance is maintained which preserves both in lfe. Se you see e are inter-related even to the rocks en the hills, for the min- eral kingdom furnishes the plants with chemicals which form fibre for wood and bones for man, This is a great world we live in, and it is werderfully operated by the ae- tion of the winds, the sun and the water. Only the fool saith in his heart “There is no God.” THE WINNERS OF PRIZES. 1—Alvin A. Chapelle, of Canterbury: The Boy Scouts at Saratoga. nifred E. Hammett, of Dan- ielson: Dorothy Dimple. 3—Harold Mell, of Norwich: Boy Allles With the Terror of the Seas. +—Gertrude Poirier, of Danielson, Dorothy of Skyrie. ’ 5—Anna E. Kramer, of Norwich: A Thrift Stamp. 6—Mary Walsh, of Dani thy at Oak Knowe. —Julia Manty, of Plainfield: Boy Allies at Jutland. s—Stella_Gaska, of son: Doro- The Jewett City: jComrades at Winton Hall The winners of prizes living in the city may call at The Bulletin business office for them at any hour after 10 a. m. on Thursday. LETTERS OF ACKNOWLEDGMENT Doris Wood, of Eagleville: I thank you very much for the Thrift Stamp you sent me. I am going to try and win another. Anna Kramer, of Norwich: Many thanks for the prize beok entitled Afloat on the Flood, which you sent It proved te be Very interesung and I eertainly did enjoy reading it. 1 thank yeu again. Lawrence Gauthier af Brooklyn: The book reached me, The Rivals of the Trail. Many thanks, as I do apprc- clate it very much, Rose Eagam, of Willimantic: T was so surprised and dehghted to receive such a lovely prize-book. I thank you very much. STORIES WRITTEN BY WIDE- AWAKES, Dressing the Dog in Dells’ Clothe: Grace was one to play broken her Shep, lying lonesome. She had no with, for she had just doll, so seeing her dog, near the fireplace, 2 Iright idea came to her mind. “I tnow.” she sald, “I will dress Shep in my doll's clothes. What fun that will be!” At first poor Shep resisted but final- | Iy decided it was useless. First Gra produced a long baby dress, soci: cape, honnet and queerest of ail, 4 tin pair of rubbers, To begin with Grace put the socks dress, bonnet and cape om him, and, after thinking a moment, took aut the rubbers and put them on his hind feet After Grace had wheeled Shep around | in a dol] carriage for a while she tire of himr and went into the other room. ' &= Shep, glad te be frge, teok advan- tage and ran out to the tap of a hill. | Seeing a dog at the bottom of the hill Shep wished to go to him, but on account of his gueer clothing couldn’ decide Wow he would manage it. Fi- naliy, he sat down with his forefeet raised and slid down the embank- ment on his rubbers. So you see that after all Shep's rub- bers were an advantage to him, al- though Grace did not know it when she put them on him. MARY WALSH, Age 13. Danelson, : Betty's Birthday. Betty got up very early that morn- ing, which was very unusual for her. You see, it was her hirthday, and as birthdays come but onee a year, Bet- ty was sensible enoygh to get up ear- y. Yes, Betty was seven years old that day. She feit very “grewn-up” as_she went down for breakfast. Betty was to have a party that af- ternoon and she was very impatient for the time to arrive. She went to the kitchen, then to the parler, and then outside. Two g'clock came. With that twae o'cleck came the seven guests, each with a package under his arm. Betty had the sweetest smile on her face as she welcomed each gues;. By the way, Betty had practiced this eraile in front of the mirror for many days. Each guest comgratulated Betty on having reached her spyenth year and then they each presented a gift. Oh! Such presents! Petty auite for- got herself and was beaming away in her every-day way instead of the way she had practiced. Mary Adams pre- sented 2 painting set: the Jones' twins, Sarah auwg] CMrgfi, ;ua\ . game: Har er, a box af hand- kmhlfime Smith, a hair rfbbon; Hilda Jackson, a box of stationery and Ireme Marshall, a sewing set. Can you wender that Batty wag aver- Jjoyed? While her sister played a march, Betty led the childpen into the dining room. The children certainly enjoyed themselves as could he told by their faces. The children left at five o'clock, all wishing Betty many happy returms of the day. Just before Betty went to bed that evening, she looked over her pres- ents then said, “T'm a wee bit sorry that’ birthdays came but once a vear.” E. ANNA KRAMER, Age 13. Norwich. The Kind Raven. I remember well reading a book—a kind act some children would' like to hear—I have lost the bogk, but I will try to relate the incident, Long ago, in Helland, lived a poor widow and her four zhiidren, the eld- est, Dirk, was eight years old. One evening she had no bread and her children were- very 3 éz said a prayer for she hoped that could help her, . Dirk suddenly said: “Mother, I've remtl'?.t.vm--aflrn to feed a I i bl o | “Yes, but t.h-dt was long ago.” “He can send some now,” replied Dirk, “I shall open the door eise they can't fly in.” Elgqruy after the burgomaster. pass- ed by, and pleased by the ciean ap- DPearance of the room, stepped in, and f.lked why the doer was left open so te. She told him Dirk's story, that he had opened the door for the ravens to bring them bread. He waé dressed in black and said: “1, indeed, am a raven,” and brought Dirk to his house and sent him home with two loaves of bread and a pet of_butter. The children ate with relish. When Dirk had finished he went to the open door and looking at the bine sky, said, “Many thanks, lind Lord,” and shuf the door, GERTRUDE POIRIER, Age 13. Danieison. Asleep Under Water. Seme months ago, while the great battleship Dreadnaught was at Mal- ta, one of the seamen divers went down to clear the propeller from some flotsam that had beceme entangled, and he fafled to come up. It chanced that the rest of the ship's divers were ashore, and grave cen- cern was felt for the missing man. Signals by telephone and life lines were sent below without avail. In the launch above the throb, throh of the air pump's cylinders went on; but the attendants looked at the other in dis- may, fearing some tragedy deep down in the heaving waters. The worst was feared when the toels came to the surface. . The navigating gent ashere for ome & the 23 Fhe man came aboard and are imme- diately and went below, only to come up full of indignation. “Why that fellow's been asleep all the time,” he said, wrathfully. Tt was. t The man bad just had his luncheon, and finding the work much less serious than he had thought he finished in a few minutes and then sat comfortably on ome of the giant blades of the dreadnaught's propellors and went to sleep, With inquisitive fishes swarming about him, attracted by the dazzling searchlight on his breast. The officers were so amused at the occurrence that no punishment was inflicted on_the Jazy one. HAROLD MELL, Age 12. Norwich. At Sunset. I have seen sunsets before; cold De- cember sunsets, when like a great flickering lamp the sun begins by growing dimmer With each fading mo- ment—then suddenly goes out, leaving the world in darkness, to grops its way through.the njght; sublims autumnal sunsets—sunsets that the artist loves to paint, trying courageously, though vainly to catch those ephemeral calors, the Infinite mixes fresh each day, be- fore he daubs the great blue-canvas of his sky; city sunsets—viewed from the high, dusty windows of some tow- ering skyscraper, hemmed in on all sides by the grim and dirt, noise and pandemonium__of a. great fmetropolis. The sunsets of late Indian summer— visions of crimson and burnished gold that linger untii the sun, a huge, round ball of fire drop below the horizon- line, smiling a parting benediction up- on the world in the lingering beauty of a last aural flush; sunsets that fade and sunsets that last lung inte the quiet, grey of twilight, ziving to ‘the world for nothing that which the worid cannot buy—one little touch of happiness—one little vision of God! But this sunset I viewed from the top of an airy observation—surround- SWAN, by Floyd Lambert, age 10, excelled ot 3 sky — ome ocean l’lfls azure, e by downy spots shimmery white that formed . into the deeper blue; in the west, . great streaks of faintest blush pink, of most| royal purple, tinged with a border of softer grey, red, deep rosy red—the coler of the American Beauties used to grow in a dedr forgotten gar- den; and Mn& all of this the golden-white aura the sun-sinking lTower, lower, towards the horizon.” # For some time I communed in si- lence. Moments like these seem to demand silence-quiet that the soul may realize the glory of it alll Then awakening suddenly from the revery into which 1 had uneonsctously faflen, 1 perceived that the sun was aiready half below the top of the line of grey- green that formed the farthest rim of the t:;flmt‘!‘l B‘:l:'u' Elower, !;‘ began to si un it a quarter of its' shining face remained visible, and Sl bt pevenincd was & 1ons rem; was stretch of hills, with a dark green of pine forest, inter- spersed here and there, The breeze ceased to blow—twilight was beginning to hower o'er the dis- tant hamlets—the far-away _towns, and fram the big tent away down in the valley, came cries of hilarious mirth — of Youth — real American Youth at play. I began to descend. and at last I reached the ground, and glanced up at the lofty tower, from whenee I had viewed this joyeus spec: tacle of a June sunset. Once more 1 looked to the west. The last flushes of color had faded—had melted away and became merged in the grey of the twi- light hour. On some hidden nch, down the hill, a bird, perhaps a thrush, was “pouring out his plaintive mone. dy* te the Oversoul; and as I rambled down the hill T prayed that that sun- set might live forever as a memory and impress upon my mind the great reality that lies hidden back of all that is seemingly external. . WALTER V. GAVIGAN. Willimantie. April Day: In our methodical American life we still recognize some magic in summer. Most persons, at least, resign them- selves to being decently happy in June. They accept Jume, compliment its weather, complain of the earlier months as cold, and so spend them in the city; and they complain of the later months as hot and so refrigerate themselves on some barren seacoast. God offers us vearly a necklace of twelve pearls: most men choose the fairest, label it June, and cast the rest away. There are no davs in the whole round year more delicious than those which often come to us in the latter half of April. But days even earlier than these. in April, have a charm—even days that seem raw and rainy, when the sky is dull and a bequest of March wind ling- gers, chasing the squirrel from the tree and the chiliren from the mea- dows. There is a fascination In walking through these bare early woods, there is such a pauce of preparation, win- ter's work is so cleanly and thorough- Iy done. Evegvthing is taken down and put away througheut the leafy arcades the branches show mb remnant of last vear. Then comes the sweetness of the nights in latter April. There is as vet no evening primrose to open suddenly, not aster to drop its petals; but the May flower knows the hour, and be- comes mere fragrant in the darkness, % that one cap then often find it in the woods without -aid from the eve. The earliest familiar token of the coming season is the expansian of the stifi catkins of the older into soft, on all sides well-tilled of %’r&::fl;@%&% = e Norwich, Conx. By Abigail Burton. Grumpy Glowworm sat in his door- way and shivered. The sun was shining, teo. And there wasn't any wind to hurt you—only a pleasant little pussylike breeze, that was soft and ticklesome and wanted to play. But Grumpy Glowworm sat bundled up in hislast vear's over- coat. And he wished and wished that he could get warm. . “Hello, Grumpy,” cried Lazy Locust. ‘Another cold?" “Itll be the death of me,” Grumpy Glowworm said between sneezes. “You seemed well at the party last night,” Burly Beeile abserved. “But it was dark coming home,” Grumpy Glowworm explained, “and 1 stumbled into a puddle.” “My wife knows how to cure a cold,” said Creepy Caterpillar. “She gives you a hot foot bath and puts you to bed.” “It must take a long time to cure you” laughed Happy Hopper. “With so many feet!” “What I want is a fire,” said Grum- p¥_Glowworm. “And somebody to build it” added Happy Hopper. “Here's an armful of grass stalks, said Burly Beetle, flinging them down on the hearth. “And heve's a fine mullein steam,” said Happy Hopper. “It's burning."’ and Creepy Cater- pillar blew on the sparks till his cheeks stuck out. “As soon as the water boils,” said lazy Locust, ‘T'll make some bonset tea” . P dom't 1ike bqneset,” Grumpy Glow- worm grumbled. “That doesnt matter,” Lazy Locust told him cheerfully. “Look out. Grumpy,” said Happy Hopper. “You mustn't sit in the fire.” “I've got to get warm,” said Grumpy Glowwarm. - “But_yow'll scorch,” cried Creepy Caterpillar, pulling at his coat tails. “Let me alone ' said Grumpy Glow- worm. “Ugh! Do I have to drink it?” “Every drop,” said Lazy Locust, stir- ring the. boneset tea. “You can have a bit of sugar, if you like?” . “Something’s burning” said Burly Beetle sniffed anxiously. “It's Grumpy," said-Happy Hopper “It's not” Grumpy Glowwarm re- torted. “It's this horrible tea.” GRUMPY GLOWWORM AND LAZY LOCUST “Don’t sip it that way,” Lazy Locust said sternly, “Drink it right down.” “Look at your coat tails” cried Creepy Caterpillar. “Bugned oft.” T don’t care,” sneezed Grumpy Glow- worm. “I'm just getting comfortable.” “That's the boneset and Lazy Lo- cust nodded with satisfaction. “Have still burning" said Burly Bestle. “Bah!"” said Grumpy Glowworm. “Come, drink it” said Lazy Locust. “Ugh!” said Grumpy Glowworm. “Grumpy," Creepy Caterpillar cried. “It's not your eeat tails. It's you.” “Burns and blazes!” Grumpy Glow- worm exclaimed. -“So it s He was startled then, I can tell you. Round the yoom scurried Grumpy Glowworm, trying to get away from the burn. But the burn kept right on fifllewinF. Because, \ou see, he had oaught it, like measles. “If oply I could fall inte that pud- dle now!” wailed Grumpy Glowworm. And everybody all at once had the same idea, Burly Beetle pulled oupt the . tub. Creepy Gaterpillar -got out the pails, the spring. And Lazy Lgeust ran with the pails intp the houss.” You'd newer have- taken him for a lazy Locust, dear, no. “It's stopped hurting.” and with that Grumpy Glowworm eame o3t ef the ub. “But it's still glowing,” said B Beatle and Creepy Caterpillar ‘f:fi Happy Hopper and Lazy Loeust to- gether. “Lights and lanterns,” Grumpy Glow- worm exclaimed. “So it is.” as ever such a thing heard of be- fore. To carry a lamp insice you like that. “‘Hurral cried Grumpy Glowworm. “No more stumping my toes. No mare tumbling in_puddies. Tm_happy, Hurrah!™ “Doesn't it'burn?” asked Burly Bee- tle and Creepy Caterpillar and Happy Hopper and Lazy Locust together. “Not a hit,” answered Grumpy Glow- worm, only it wasn't grumpy any more “And, neighbors, you've ail been so kind. - When you ga out at night Fll dome with my lantern to show you the way. Hurrah!"” I'm warm and Happy Hopper dipped water out of | ) THE KING OF THE FOREST, by Conn. Albert Stoddard, age Il of Nerwich, drooping, tresses. These are so sen- sitive that if you pluck them at almost any time during the winter a few days’ sunshine will make them open in a vage, and thus they eagerly yield to every moment of April warmth. LAWRENCE GAUTHIER, Age. 13. Brooklyn. Mammy and Her Young Ones. I will tell the little folks about my rabbits ,or Sunny Boy's rabbits. About Christmas & poor crippled “Mammy" rabbit was given to him, if he could catch her, and he succeeded, and two days after she was the proud mother of four tiny babies. How ne loved the little, tpings. One fell through a’hole and ied, but three grew and continued to. One was sold and has a home in an- other part of the village, and the other two are getting fat for some dinner table. . About that time we got Mammy's old mate from a boy who had caught him, and he is still here. In the spring there were eight tiny fur balls and they all looked just alike. How they did scamper around the house. But alas! Tabby found them and there was only four left when we found she would eat notising but rab- bits and chickens. A neighbor/ bought two for his grandchild, and two little boys have the other two. I saw one of them a few days ago. My rabbits are a care, for boys do not always think, and I am not one of the mothers who punish them by letting the pets die of thirst and hun- ger. The rabbits all know me and expect me td care for them, but Mam- my is my special pet. She gives me | rabbit kisses and trusts me fully with her babies. Rabbits eat a great deal of green food at night, naturally, and nee® pure water. - The li‘tle ones and a nursing | mother like milk. Never touch the babies until their eyes are open except when necessary, and then carefully She wraps them in fur and packs them like birds in a nest. She stands up over the nest for them to nurse, Mammy is afraid of my voungest because he played with her first owner angd they hurt her. They are timid lit- tle things and know when ydu love them. ~Sonny does not pet those he expects to kill for food. I attend to those. I never eat game. Give the children pets and make them be kind to them. ETTA BARBER. helpless LETTERS TO UNCLE JED, Making Music. Dear Uncle Jed: I am going to tell vou how I -made a violin. One rainy day T decided to make a violin out of a cigar box. First, I cut out a hoie on both sides to make the sound; then 1 nailed a post inside for a sound- ing board; then I put the cover of the cigar box on for a bettom. Second I made the neck, keys to tighten the strings, and the tail-piece, which is used to fasten the strings to; then T nailed the neck and tail-piece to the box. When this was done I fast- ened my strings and it was completed I made the bow of horse hair and put rosin on the hair. This made me a good violin at little eost. I hope that if any Wide-Awake tries to make one that he will have zood luck. ALVIN LACHAPELLE. Canterbury. A Dream. Dear Unele Jed: I will tell you about a dream I had. I dreameq I was a little. bird_in the air. I was flying around. At last I found a small nook on the bough of a maple which shaded a little red schoolhouse; just a delight- ful place to rest. This T decided would be my future home. Straw and twigs furnished my building materials. Al was complete, but alas! 1 could not fing any feathers to make the jnside of my ne Suddeniy I spled a_window open in the schoolhouse, and I thought I would go in and look for feathers. I flew in and looked around, but when I turned to go out I found that the win-: dow was closed. The boys in scheol tried to catch |it is about time I should write. hnonsted. ne of the boys eanght me and holding me tight when I woke up, ::: my goodness! Where do you thisk I was? In school! New Londen. i % Candy With No Sugar. Dear Uncle Jed: 1 am sending the Wide-Awakes a recipe for candy that requires no sugar: Nut Candy—Mix together one-half cup of strained homey, ‘ope-balf cup maple syrup, a pinch of salt, four ta- blespoons of milk or cream. ~Bot' uatil a ball forms when dropped into ecold water. Remove from fire, beat until creamy, add a cup of any kind of nuts and a little flavoring. Drop on oiled paper ang set away to eool am doing my bit by gardeming, buying Thrift stanmips and canming. So far I have canned 21 quarts, comsisting of early fruits and vegetables. MARY PELECHATZ, Age 14. Willimantic, The Children's Cafl. _Dear Uncle Jed: It is a very lone time since I wrote to you, se I think ] I am going to send you the poem I spoke the last day of school: The gardens have been grown with care, A pleasant “bit” accomplished there. The corn, potatoes, carrots, beets, Have even grown along the streets. Now what can all the children do To help the country “see it through?” Food conservation is the aim Of every patriot worth the name. We can in eating to choose The foods that soldiers do not use. White flour and fats and sugar give To those who fight that we may live. Mamma plans now in countless ways For meatless, Wheatless, wasteless days. With different meals be quite content! [It's fun to be on saving bent. For wheat, try outmeal, cornmeal, rice, With garden crops are all we wish. Kor meat, eges, chickens, cheese and is [ Rye, barley, corn, are new ang nice. Great, noble France needs sugar sweet "Tis here the childrem’s chance we meet, Dear children, with a loyal heart, Let saving sugar be your part. Molasses, syrup, honey sweet, On bread and mush are geod to eat. With candy and with soda, tee, 7 This need requires that yon be true! "Tis not alone with ship and gun This war of honor: shall be wan. But every child can service give That Liverty and Law shall live I hope I ghall be abie to write more often. JULIA MONTY, Age 11. Plainfield. Recipe for Ginger Snaps. _ Dear Uncle Jed: 1 thought that per- haps the Wide-Awakes weuld like to irp a recipe for cookies that does not require any butter or sugar angd is easy to make, as follows: One cup molasses, boil about ten minutes; while boiling, add one-half cup of lard and dessert speon of vine- gar. When taken from stove, turn into mixing bawl while hot, add one poon of soda, one-haif teaspoon of inger, a little salt and flour emough to make very hard; roll very thin, then go across hoth ways with a fork, cut and bake in a slow owven. I am sure that all the Wide-Awakes that try this recipe will have good uek. . ARDELLE C. DRABELE, Age 12: Providence, R. L A Rainy-Day Frolie. Dear Upecle Jed: 1t had rained for two days and at last grew very caid. Everything had a coat of ice, Father said it wasn't safe to send his four children to scheol, so there were four little folks at hame. They had to play some games with the baby; but as they couldn't think of any game, me- ther told them of a game to play, _She sail that when she was a Httle zirl, about as old as her daughter Helen, she used ta play “Pinning on the .Pig's Tail” All the ehildren thought it was great fun as mother told them how to play it, me, but I flew around until I was ex- First she drew a pix on a big slate And that's how the Glowworm got his glow. . ly it improves. would clear he She would be a pretty girl, if it wasn't for that pimply, bletchy complexion!™ But the regularuse of Resinol Soap, aided at first by a little Resinol Ointment, would probably make it clear, fresh and.charm- ing. 1ia poor skin is yewrhandicap, begin ° ing the Resinol treatment and pee how < HANS, by Ruth Weatherhead, age 13, of Willimantfe, ' = and took a piece of cloth, curled it, and said it would do for the tail. She guve her ciildrek a pin and they were to pin on the tail blinfoided. Helen, who was only 8 vears old, and the youngest of them all, did the best for she pinned the tail where it cught to be. ' After they were through pinning on the pig's tail, their mother gave them each a tree and she drew a house and vard for each of them. They ali did quite well. So then mother took a slate and drew on it a picture of a house, a lawn, a barn and a backyard. Then the children cut out pictures from magazines. Each child chose an ob- ject and while blindfoided pinn2d the picture where he supposed it ousht to go. To her surprise Helen found automobile on top of the house. Charles found his sled on the win- dow. This they saw when their eyes were tree. When it was safe to go to school the four children teld their teachers about her the games they played while- being absent. STELLA GASKEA, Age 10. Jewett City. Our Pet Tree. T want tg tell you about our tree. There are five children in the house, Ruth, Gordon and Edward live down stairs, Franels, my brother, 5 years old. and I, live upstairs. We all do tricks in the tree. We can turn somersaults and can swing off of all the branches. We have a board for a seat. We have two boards to go from one tree to an- other. We girls have to wear bloomers. We _just love this apple tree. WINIFRED B. HAMMETT, Age 8. Danielson. There Is an opening in one side of a Michigan inventor's milk bottle through which cream can he drawn without disturbing the rest of the milk. ELMVILLE Clambake at Grassmers Farm—Place- McDermott Marriage — Chicks Drownred. Harry Bramhan of Pawtucket with a party of nearly 100 men enjoyed a clam bake at Grassmere farm on Sum- day Mr. and Mrs. George H. Call motor- ed from Cedar Tree Point, Monday, to call on local friends. Miss Florenee Erayton and Mrs A. H. Battey and daughter, have been spending a few days in Moesup Val- ley. Two handsome deer weresseen San- day morning, near Kumsemme bumgs- low. Jennings Killian left Saturdsy for Paris Island, South Carelina. Mrs. Joseph Sunn and B. 8, of Moosup have been guests st G Mowry's. Mr. Brooks, boss weaver for Whitestone Worsted Co., moved family from Providence to the HMl Crest house Monday. Working For Government. Ira Slater has returned to New York where he is engaged in . constryetion work for the government. Clifford Davis toak a party af fhir ty Danielson people to Rocky Peint. Sunday. Mrs. Margaret Murphy has been em- tertaining relatives fram Mr. and Mrs. Howard and Sayles of Bridgeport, Mra of Providence and Mise Ida ‘of North Seituate have been guests nf Mrs. Tda Place. Mrs. C. D. Mowry lost a number of nice ‘chickens W drwring, ia he early shower of Monday merning. Mrs. John Gallup, Mtes Gallup and Flmer Gallup of Danielson visited Mrs. H. S. Call Wednesday. Place-McDermott. Charles Place and Miss Katherine McDermott were married in Prawls dence, Monday morning. andA Conscience o