Norwich Bulletin Newspaper, August 15, 1918, Page 9

Size of Pictures Drawn For The Bulletin They must be either 2 3-16 wide for single column, and 4.6°16 for double column. The lines must come within these measure- ments. THE WIDE AWAKE CIRCLE BOYS AKD GIRLS DEPARTMENT SR B WIN A THRIFT STAMP Winning WideAwake Lotters are rewarded with a Thrift Stamp, with an extra Stamp for every fourth bock -won. State your preference, stamp or book. e Rules for Young Writers. 1. Write plainly on one side of the paper only, and number the pages. 3. Use pen and ink, not pencil. 8. Short and pointed articles will ! be given vreference. Do mot use over words. 4. Original storles or letters only will be used, 6. Write your name, age and at dress plainly at the bottom of the . tory. _ fy Address all communications t¢ Uncle Jed, Bulletin Office. “Whatever you are—Be that! Whatever you say—Ee true! Straightforwardly act, \ Be honest—in fact, Be nobody else bui youw™ POETRY. Farmer Gray, to Bob White By Will P. Lockhart (Texas) AR, blithe Bob White, T pity you, The hunter’s orgies now begin; With busy zuns the murderous crew Have recommenced their horrid din, Protected by disgraceful laws, You may they kill, your brood and mate, And nominate it sport, because Your life is forfeit to the state. My poor Bob White, I've heard your call Ring shrilly o'er the summer mead; But autumn setties like a pall, And many a feathered breast must bieed. You've never wronged a living thing, Yet you must die, your plea un- heard, For man’'s .a most majestic thing, And you, poor Bob, are but a bird. Had we but men of nobler mold Our legislative halls to grace: Men who would value more than gold Their duty to the human race; Then nevermore, oh, poor Bob White, Would you have cause for fear, For law, in majestv and mizht A buiwark for your breast would rear. Ah me, friend Bob, T would vou knew, | And in my meadow here x\'nud} Z stay | T've often braved the sporting trew, And warned away. | Bere T'd protect vour outlawed brood | No hostile guns shall cross my fence, Of insect pests u've made food do my them from my ficldst vour | rm best in vour defense. Bird in the Gilded Cage. George Klingle, There are bird-songs side, And wings are s To little ringing on every grass, And cradles swinging high. There are little voices up under the eaves In under the stone-wall ledge; Down close in the woodbine, hidden away And across in the privet hedge. There are little mothers with break- fast for" two: And babies that wait to be fed; While a wing flits here, and a wing flits there And a song rings. everhead, And the air is full -of the breath of flowers.; And the bees go winging by— The world is.a-flood with the joy of June, And the rapture of life is high. But what of the bird gilded cage ?— No space for the sweep of a wing; No little mate to come at the call Though You hear the love-song ring; No little cradls at any time; No eggs to warm with its breast Nothing to shield and brood above; No voices of love in a nest! in the Oh, give it at least a bigger cage— This bird in bondage for thee— Its wing wae ‘made for motion and joy: This wing that can never be free. UNCLE JED’S TALK TO WIDE- AWAKES, If you watch your flower gardens wou will find at sunset lazy bumble- bees asleep for the night the blooms. The bumble-bee does not go back his hole in, the ground ‘to sleep night, possibly because he is fond the fragrance of flowers apd also the open alr, b Uncle Jed. has told you he is the favorite visitor of the snap-dragon and is the .only ipsect who has the kay to its neefar cup. Well red clover and thig bee are so important to one another that when they export clover to another country they have to send the bumble-bees with it, or it cannot be grown. No other bee will do. When a boy Uncle Jed used to join other boys in trving to get the honey from the bee’s homeé on the edge of a swamp. The bees were brave and turious fighters and would attack the; robbers. We' Yollowed one another ‘armed with brush and' would beat the bees off as they savagely attack- ¢d the boy in front. We were often stung, and Uncle Jed never- was with | % company of boys who succeeded in getting their honey: " : None of these bees live gver winter except the quén, and she wakes up and lays her eg3s so early that the brood is hatched, fatted upon honey and ready to go after-the pollen and the honey, as soon as the flowers are ready to receive them. The flower and the imsect in their dependence upon the heat of the sun are each awakgned in turn so that when the flower i8-teady for helpers, its helpers arealive .and ready to come to it as soon as the fra2rant message is takgn .afield by the wind, or its brilllant 2olor signais, the fow- in to at of of ers, are waved by the wind in thfl,l eunshine. Y =¥ ledible bird {nose over the coops and pin down THE WINNERS OF PRIZES. 1—Annie Evan of Mansfield Center —A Thrift stamp. 2_Arlene Pearl of Augusta, Me— Boy Scouts on the Trail 3—Helen M. Bates of Tath/rfl)e—Boy Seouts in the Blue Ridge. - 4—Dorothy Harton of Pomfret Cen- ter—A Thrift stamp. Sophie Gaska of Jewett City— Flying Machine Boys in Frozen North. 6—Mary Murphy of Taftville—Ocean Wireless Boys on the Pacific. 7—Harry Schatz of Yantic—A Thrift stamp. 3—Catherine Driscoll of Norwich— Little Prudy’s Sister Susy. The winners of prizes living in the city may call at The Bulletin business office for them at any hour after 10 a. m. Thursday. LETTERS OF ACKNOWLEDGMENT. Dorothy E. Horton of Pomfret Cen- ter—I thank you for the Thrift etamp I received some time ago. Leona Sullivan of Taftville—Many thanks for the pretty prize book enti- tled Comrades at School. Sybil Hughgill of Providence—I re- ceived the book named the Boy Scouts Along the Susquehanna. I thank you very much. I just love to read books, especially boys' books. I have read the book. It is a dandy. I am going to try to earn another some time. Louise Kovaroivics of Ashford—T thank you very much for the prize Thrift stamp which I received yester- day. Helen Bates of Taftville—I received | the prize book you sent me entitled Oh! Mary, Be Careful. I have read most of it and find it very interesting. STORIES WRITTEN BY WIDE- AWAKES, Life in Palawan. A tribe of people called Tagbanuas live on an island called Palawan, which is situated between Philippine Isiands and Borneo. They are more {riendly than most savages. They live in s set high up on poles. The houses are quite small. The people trade in beeswax honey, nests, fine shells, dried hellfish, fruits, soices and wood. me people in this country eat birds’ The Chinese are willing to pay high prices for them, and regard as a great delic: , without no fine bouquet complete. | is e made of something 1t is very hard to because they are built on eople have queer customs. unal of old men who O%Hsionally a bov S of a. crime. The are taken to a pool and are mad dive into it. The one who st; to longest in the water is said to be the one who told the truth. The Tagbanuas work hard and to make the voung people work hard they tell them they will chamge into monkeys if are idle. A IE EVAN, Age 14. Mansfield Center. Sensitive Plants. Some plants do not like to be touch- ed at all. 'There are many ferns that shrink up at once if you touch them. The Judas tree will do this even| if an insect flies on the leaves they| contract and crush the poor creature to death. Under this tree you will| find all about the ground hundreds of these dead insects. The “Venus fly-trap has a sweet | sticky juice which they like. The| moment the touch it. to sip this‘ juice the. little petals contract. This| puts the poor things in prison and| they have to die. The odor of the nutmeg, which the cook uses to flavor vour cakes and pies is so strong that birds living about the nutmeg groves | are made tipsy. They fall to the| ground not able to move The ants that abound in that coun- | try come and eat their legs off and leave them to die a most cruel death. EN M. BATES. Taftville. - Chicken Thieves? One August night just as we all had fallen asleep we were roused by the squawks of disturbed, distressed chickens. Our Wyandottes! We jumped from our beds as one man'! Mary Ellen, my sistef, Ma, little George and myself, all gathered at the window nearest the chicken coops. It was very dark and we could see| absolutely nothing, but squeaks and thumps, still rose in wild confusion. Meanwhile, Pa hastily drew on a few essential articles of clothing, light- | ed the lantern, and having sought out our only weanon of defense was struggling to load it. Still confusion in the chicken coops. We fellows at the window had mental visions of chicken thieves in the form of sgunks or bold bad men. Tantern in hand, and earrying the old family flintlock Pa steps out intn the night. -Slowly: so as to round up and slay the intruder. Suddenly the light falls upon the scene of disturbance. Surprised shock. consternation. adjectives! It was only the calf! Only the calf, we re-called it all then. ‘We had tethered him too close to the chickens and he had managed to several birds. We were all a little shaken and it it was not until Pa returned with the flint-lock and particulars. that we had the grace to Jaugh at ourselves. DOROTHY E. HORTON. Pomfret Center. In Wri ng Letters. Write distinctly, with especial at- tention to names. Tnruled paper is considered better taste, ‘When expecting reply send stamp for reiurn postage. Colored inks or lead pencils are not desirable. Busii¥ss letters should be direct, and as brief as is consistent with clearness. Letters of friendship should be writ- ten in, an easy natural manner, with- out set phrases, ut with care and tact. Letters, which accompany gifts abould be brief and simple. In letters expressing sympathy for misfortune, the writer shouid strive | vour grandma. to realize the state of mind of the sufferer, and should strive at least not CHARLIE CHAPLIN, by Gerard Bourdou of Taftville. to chill or aggravate the recipient. Brevity is desirable in most cases. LAWRENCE GAUTHIBR, Age 13. Brooklyn.’ His Obedient Daughter. Ethel's papa was a very busy man who until recently had been a lover of discipline in his daughter. He had impressed upen her that when he was reading or writing at his desk he must not be irterrupted on any account, Ethel might enter softly and stand by his desk but must not speak until be looked up and gave her permis- sion. One day when Ethel's mother and the servant were absent, her father sat at his desk absorbed in reading, suddenly Ethel came running in. She could hardly stand still while she waited for her father to look up and speak to her. Finally he looked up and said: “Well, Etkel, what is it now?” Please papa: was the- unexpected response, “the house is on fire!™ Because of a defective chimney of a woodwork in one of the rooms had became ignited, and while Ethel had been kepi waiting at her father’s desk, the flames had gained such headway that the house was seriously damaged. Ethel is now permitted to speak to papa, whenever she wishes. JOSEPHINE ATWOOD, Age 12. Storrs. Thoughtful Harold. said Mrs. Howard one morn- z up from a letter she was “I have had a letter from She writes that she is returning to America shortl The boys went on with their break- fast without showing any great amount of interest in this piece of news, for they had never seen their grandmother, and therefore could mot very well be expected to show any affection for her. Now Mrs. Howard, the mother of two of the boys and an aunt to the third little fellow, was a widow and very poor, and often found it a hard task to provide for her ‘“three boys,” as she called them, for having adopted her orphan nephew, she always treat- ed him as her own son. She had sometimes thought it strange that the Mrs. Howard should* not have offered to provide for Harold herself, but she had never done so, and Mrs. Howard ceased to expect it. But now. right at the end of her letter, Grandma Howard wrote: “I have been thinking that perhaps it would be a little hard for you to support not only vour own two boyvs but also poor Alice’s son, so on my return to America I propose, if you are willing, to adopt one of them.” Time passed on and winter set in, and full of delights of skating. the boys forgot all about the expected arrival of their grandmother. During the Christmas holidays the boys one morning started off to Broome meadow for a good day's skating on the pond there. As they ran along the frosty road they came suddenly upon a poor old woman, so suddenly that Harold ran right up against her before he could stop himself. Harold apologized at once for his carelessness. “I am 'sorry,” reading, he eaid. “T hope I did not hurt you; and you have such heavy parcels to carry, too. Please Jet me help vou.” “Oh!' come on, cousins. “We sh: pond at this rate But Harold’s only answer was to take the parcels and he trudged mer- rily along beside his companion. On reaching her cottage the old.lady dismissed Harold without scarcely a “Thank you.” He raced along, trying his hardest to overtake his cousins, and was soon skimming about with the rest of them. Mr. Branch, in whose grounds the boys were skating, came to the pond to watch the fun, and, being a kind- hearted gentleman, offered a prize of a new pair of skates to the boy who would win the greatest number of races the next day. But the skates were not to be won by" Harold, for on the following day as he and his cousins were on their way to the pond they e across the queer old woman whom“they had met on the previous day. She was sitting_on the ground and seemed to be in great pain. The boys stopped and asked what ailed Ter, and she declared”that she had slipped and sprained her ankle. “You mustnt’ sit here in the cold,” Harold,” said his never get to the said Harold. “Come, let me help you home.” “Oh, Harold!” said his cousins, “hurry, or you'll miss the fun.” “Never mind; go on without me” Harold replied. Harold helped the old woman home, but she would not allow him to enter. Rather than see his friend in pain, Harold ran quickly to'tell his aunt. When Mrs. Howard arrived she found that Harold’s old woman twas Grandma Howard, who, wishing to find out the character of her grand- sons, came in disguise to the little village where they lived. Now you will easily guess, dear Wide-Awakes, which of the boys Grandma chose to be her companion. MARY MURPHY, Age 13. Taftville. Twin Oaks. It was during the first week of July when Harriet was visiting in the neighborhood, that we took long ram- bles in the field and woods. - It was a pleasant afternoon when she came to my house asking me to go for a walk with her to some place she had never seen. I suggested that we go down to the Three Cornered gumi The water is llow near shore, and we found quite a lot of pretty fresh water clamshells. ‘We walked a little way along the shore when we saw a iittle way ahead of us a small red cottage among the trees. As. we drew near we could see that it was not inhabited. The cottage was neaf in appearance and was between two great oak trees, thus giving it the name of Twin Oaks. We then commenced to investigate the place. The cottage had a large veranda on the front facing the pond. There was a wharf that ran out into the water. Harriet then discovered a path that led along the pond and we decided we would follow it and see where it led to, so taking two small pails, in case we found strawberries along the way, we started on our way. It was two miles down there, and it took us quite a long time as we stopped to Dpick strawberries continually. At Jast we came in sight of the pond. It is not very larze, but it is pretty. We had to go through a large field to reach it. After walking along the path a short distance we found another cottage, but so tumble-down in appearance we did not-linger iong. As the day was far advanced we de- cided to go home. ARLENE PEARL, Age 14 Augusta, Me, LETTERS TO UNCLE JED. Canning the Kaiser. Dear Uncle Jed: Last week my mother, my brother and I went huckse- berrying. We were picking from 11.30 a, m. till 1.30 p. m. We picked a full water pail which holds fourteen quarts. My mother would not let us eat the berries, for we picked them to be canned. The next day my sister canned the berries, as mother was tired. While canning them my sister started to smile, angd then laughed aloud. We did not know what she was laughing about till later. After ali, she said she “wouid like to can the kaiser.” She told us that if she could find the directions to can him, she wouid gladly do it. She looked for the directions, but of course could not find them. Any- way, she couldn’t can him just then, as we didn’t have any preserving jars large enough. 1 hope all of the: Wide-Awakes would try to can the kaiser so as to get rid of him. STELLA GASKA, Age 10. Jewett City. White Mice Guards, Dear Uncle Jed: To guard off a gas attack, severai white mice are placed n a cage. Let even the faintest trace of gas taint the air, the mice show distress. A soldier i keeping a watchful eye on them, and when, seeing the sign of distress, he suddenly gives the alarm, the gas ma are adjusted and the gas attack is defeated. These white mice are far more sensitive than man to- the fumes This is what they do at the front “Over. there.” Canary birds are also used for the same purpose as the mice. They start to flutter and are much distressed when they smell gas. HARRY SCHATZ, Age 12. Yantic. Little Miss Thrift. Dear Uncle Jed: There was once a peddier came to a lady who was sweeping her front porch. He said jto her: “Lady. would you like to buy some lace?” showing her some. \ “No, I don't” said the lady. So he packeq his grip and went to the next house. He stood out: the sidewalk a few minutes. Just then a little girl came along; she went to the lady who was sweeping and took a book from under her arm and said to the lady: “Would you Iike to buy some Thrift | s stamps?” “Oh, indeed!” said the lady, and the peddier got awful mad and said “D—n the kaiser!” CATHERINE DRISCOLI,, Age 9. Maggie’s Dream. Dear Uncle Jed:—Maggie was a lit- tle girl. All her life, she had lived in the city. She had seen and visited many a farm and often she wished she could live on one, but her wish never came true. One afternoon Maggie's mother had glad news for the little girl. Magsgie was _anxious to know what it was. At\last her mother told her that on the following morning, she was to visit a farm about three miles from the city. They were to get there in an automobile. Maggie jumped up and down for joy. After supper she went out and told all her lit\e friends that she was to be away for a week. They were all very sorry to hawe her go, and so they played the best games that they knew of, before their departure with Mag. gie. As they were playing a certain game they heard someone calling. They all stopped and listened. The children couldn’t tell who It was, but Maggie knew, for she ran home as fast as she could. She asked her mother, who was calling and her mother answered: “It was I, I want vou to go to bed this very minute, for you aro to get up early tomorrow.” Maggie didn't sav another word to her mother. but went out and said AR e | thinking of the visit to the “Goodnight” to hep friends. Then she came in and went to always Soon she fell fast asleep and dreamed about it. Early the next morning. Maggie was startled by her mother, who was com- ing to wake her up. Ske out of bed and rubbed her sleepy eyes. Her mother sat down beside her and Mag- gle told her about her dream. This is what she said: ‘“Mother, 1 have dreamed that I was visiting uncle’s farm. You hired an automo- bile and we rode in it to the farm. We arrived there at eight o'clock in the morning. Uncle had done all the work about the farm, such as milk- ing, feeding, watering, etc. They were just eating their breakfast, when we rapped at the door. Auntie came out and greeted us in her kiydest man- ner, and asked us to breakfast which weA refused. % i fter their breakfast, auntie wel- comed us into the parlor. Aunti2 sat down in a rocker and you and I sat on the sofa. ‘We were talking about the life in the city and in the country. Just then came in uncle, who joined in with us. £fter a while auntie played on the piaro, and @h. how sweet the music was, mother. Theén came in the cook who brought us some refreshments. After much joking: laughing, and talking about the war, we went out to view the beautiful, the sun was hot, the air smelled so sweetly. and how the birds did sing. We went out to the pastures to see the cows. Then I saw cousin, Julia coming down the road. She came to me and asked me if I wanted to go berrying. I said yes, and away we ran. We picked all the berries that we could eat. We did not pick too many for Julia said that they would like to can some. Then Julia thought ti was dinner time, so we walked slowly to the farm house, After dinner Julia washed the dishes and I helped her wipe them. Then she led me to a meadow and showed me a lark’s nest with young ones in it. Then she took me to an- cther meadow where uncle and the hired men were loading the wagons with hay. 3 When one wagon was loaded uncle helped me get on the load and Julia g0t on herseif. The hay smelled very fresh and |sweet. Just then a thought came to me and I asked her if she had a war garden. only She told me that she not had a war garden but she also s buying thrift stamps. When the hay was ready to unload Julia showed me how to jump off. [ was a little afraid at first but when I saw Julia down, then I jumped off, too! We ran to Julia’s war sgarden. It was very heat I think. From there we could sea the apple orchard. The ap- ples weren't quite Tipe vet, so we didn’t get any. Next she called me to see some grapevines where there was a nest with four blue eggs. We had a little talk about birds; n I asked her where lier brothers were and she said they were hoeing and weeding. I didn’t want to go anywhere now, but to the brook. So we started to go there. On the way we saw many interesting things. If we were bare- foot, we would have waded, but in- tead we tried to catch the fish that were swimming so nicely, We couidn’t h any because they slipped out of our hand We saw many toads and we tried to scare them, for we liked to see {them jump into the water. Then we had milked one cow he gave each of us a cup of fresh milk.” “And how does your dream story end?” asked mother. “Oh, I don’t know, for you called me That’s all right,” said her mother; | “but dress up, quick, for we're late, janyway.” SOPHIE GASKA. Jewett City, Mrs. Charles Myers zZave a Wednesday afternoon from 3 to 5 in honor of the third birthday of her daughter, Elsie Elizabeth Myers. Nearly twenty guests were present from Wauregan, Danielson and Elm- ville. A mumber of pleasing gifts were received. Refreshments included ice cream. and there was abirthd: party e with three candles, the table be- ing prettily decorated. Mrs, Harriet Palmer of Waltham, . called on Mrs. Julia W. Lincoln Irs. Tracy Brown and daughter of dgeport have been guests for a week of Mrs. James Kent, Miss Olive Kent returning with them for a H. Ba attended Greene, R. 1. camp meeting Sunday. Mr. and Mrs..J. E. Potter enter- an auiomdbile party ffom Greenfield, Mass. 1 Sunday a party of of four last week and x from Clinton, Arthur Warwick ding a few day: has been in Providence. | Miss Minnie Codmmisky has returned from a week John F it in Worcester. received seven Vit Pur i one day last week from her somewhere in France. Mr. writes that he is well and and expects to be home for the Christmas holida end at his home in Providence. Mr. and Mrs. J. H. Milligan and Myers attended the annual field day gathering of Quinebaug Pomona grange at Thompson Friday. Mrs. Herbert Battey 1. John Stevens is recovering from a | broken ankle. Mrs, J. F. Purvis and Mrs. Clifford Davis were Putnam visitors Wednes- da; " Letter from John.F. Purvis. Somewhere in France. July 12, 1918, Dear Milly:— Just a line to let you know that the boys are on the go and the war is still in progress over here. We'll soon get | that mour quince, Kaiser William's voung crown prince, him side of William by the ear. All the ‘boys are well and fine, ard the j grub is right in line. We should wor- ry what the Huns ma for we will soon be s |a whiz, a whang and whack, to our homes—the good old U. S. A. We | lie in our bunks at night by the glow- | ing candles bright, and hear the can- non's rumble long and low. Are we |in it? Well, I guess! Shall we stay? Our answer: Yes! We shall stay till gvery Hun has gone below. Out of all this din and fuss, Yankeeland looks good to us. We're glad to stay te help our allies win, with our cannon at our back, we will run to the at- takk, and we'll drive the Germans homeward with a vim. This is sure a fine old land—grass and trees on every hand, and the grass is green as grass could ever be. All the flowers in the dell, violets and vellowbeil, as vou hike along each one Yowll surely see. Though the grass is green beneath and the vines all twine their wreath, let me tell you what above us may be seen. High among the snowy clouds. with their purring smoth and loud, flies the ever- dreaded human bird machine. Round and round they circle high, till it seems they pierce the sky; then with curves and loop-the-loops they drop. Will the wonders of this age, written on old history’s page, never lessen, never weaken, never stop? At my table rough and crude—made by went home. We saw the men going | to milk, so Julia took two cups and we ran into the barn. When uncle and we'll hang- . GIVE YOUR U wich, Conn. boards our own hands hewed—day by day I sit and labor as of old. It seems so much like home that it seems that 1 must roam, then I stir and find my dreams grow old. Never mind, my honey girl, it the things are in a Whirl—T'll be with you when the Yuletide comes around. Therell be 2 hot time in-the state, with the 56th for bait, and we'll raise the blooming roof right off the town. ‘Well, it's time to go to bed, with the moonlight overhead, and the lights will soon be out, I greatly fear. I would write you often, pet, but the mail that you would get would be ali bunched up, as mail goes slowly here. Just remember I am well and we'll give the Germans h—; then we'll march back o'er the fields of heather. For a fellow can’'t feel bad—only just a little sad—for this sure is what vou'd call real weather; haven't heard much from the states. But of course it's not too late, and the ships are surely needed for the food. Give my love to all the friends—and to those who are on ends, but keep the most for you. I knew you would tell my Pa he mustn't fret, Pll be working with him yet. Now the light is burn- ing low, so I must quit; love to all, it's _getting late—gee, this life is surely great, so long, mumsy—rest to- morrow, there I saj Pray for all the boys at war, pray for what we're fighting for—for the pravers are what will win the war, I'li bet. Wish that you were hera to see all this peachy scenery. I remain, as ever—just your loving J. F. P. S.—Gee, this is sure a day of days. in’ many, many ways, for lo, I got five' letters from the states—one was numbered No. 4, gee, I wish there had been more, for my wifey wrote the' letter, sure as fates. You should ought to heard me holler when I saw a Yankee-dollar lying safely nestling there between the folds, and before I'm leaving here I shall buy a souve- nir, for Yankee money here is good as gold. I accept with many thanks and shall change it into francs, when I strike the first Y. M. C. A. If T do not close this nete, it will never reach the boat, and vou'll sure be out of luck, as we all say. Love again, J. . P WINDHAM Rev. M. R. Plank, the pastor con- ducted the services at the Congrega- tional church Sunday. Prayer was of- fered by Rev. Harry Grimes, a former pastor. the address was given by Rev. ‘W. S. Beard, of New York, who spoke in the interests of the Cone*egational Home Missionary Society. Although it was a stormy morning there were about 50 present, The C. E. meeting held by Alma Guild and during i the last half hour, Rev. H. C. Grimes | was listened to with pleasure by his old parishoners. Rev. and Mrs. H. C. Grimes and | daughter were week end guests of Mr. and Mrs. H. C. Lathrop. Mr. and Mrs. John F. Woods, of Mt. Vernon, N. Y. are at Miss Dorothy Browns for'a week and will spend the rest of the month at the Swift house. Miss Margory Kelley and Miss Kath- erine Hayes of Winthrop. Mass. are at the home of the Misses Johnson for two weeks. Services will be omitted at the Con- gregational church next Sunday morn- ing. There will be a praise service at 7:30. on the church lawn. Moerning praver ard sermon will be at St. Paul's B kol Al NCLE SAM A LIFT, by Gatherine E. Kirby of Nor at 10:30. The annual picnie of the Congrega- tional Sunday School will be held at Waldo station, Thursday. The first bus leaves the church at 9 a. m. The annual fancy work sale at St Paul's church was held on the green last week, Wednesday. The fancy work table was in charge of Mrs. H. C. Hatch and Mrs. Jda W. MacLean. Miss Maud Stokes and Miss Anna Cleassen, so0id home made food. The ice cream was sold by H. C. Hatch, asSisted by Mrs. E. K. Leffingwell, Mrs. Sarah Johnson and Miss Mary Fink. The proceeds ameounted to about $150. Among those in attendance from out of town were: Miss Julia Burnham, Mrs. Stephen Grandery of Hartford, Mrs. Fanny Dixon Welch and Miss Welch“of Columbia, Mrs. C. R. Utley, Mrs. Austin Boss of Willimantic, Mrs. Tennant of Plainfield, N. J., Mrs. Oliver Johnson- Misses Sarah and Fanny Young, Mrs. W. H. Tink and Miss Fanschack from Norwich, Mrs. Amos 1. Hatheway of Boston, Mrs. James Johnson of New Haven, Mrs. Young, Mrs. Balliet, New York. It was a disappointment that there were not more at the Red Cross rooms last week. A part of the local allot- ment for this month is 30 children’s aprons for French relief work and so far only about one third of this num- ber is finished. There are 15 or 20 of the members - who are always at the rooms and who do more than théir share of the sewing, besides knitting at home. Those members who seldom or never come are needed and if they would go and sew for at least a part of the day, or else take home sewing it would be a great help. The rooms will be open all day Thursday and Friday. Will not each member make.a special effort to be present one of the days? . . UNION Rev. i BOO? of Stafford attended ;he Cangregational church last Sun- ay. A good number attended the vesper services Sunddy evening and conduet- ed by Rev. M. Stewart at the heme of Mrs. W. Richards. Mr. and Mrs. Henry Lefingwell and family of Stafford street visited Mts. Leffingwell's mothsr, Mrs. R. B. Her- ton, the first of the week. It is expected Rev. Sherod Soules of Hartford will preach next Sunday at the Congregational church. Herbert Newell of Springfleldd visit- ed relatives in town last week. Harry Packer of Washington, D. . spent a part of last week with his little son at his aunt's, Miss Mary Packer. Dr. Witt Lockman, left Thursday for Keene, N. H.. for a short visit. be- fore going to her home in St. Paul. POMFRET CENTER Pomlret was well represented at the great Tri-Star Pomona field day, with Roudolph Chandler at Thompson. Fri- day. Mr. Chandler is an ideal host and the program was highly enjoyed. H. B. Brown and family of Plainfield visited at Westland farm. Thursday, The great center of attraction this week is the Putnam Chautauqua. Those who heard Peter McQuinn, Sat- urday were highly enthusiastic. All need to pray for rain just now. “Tt falleth like the great dew from Heaven.” w Sa‘\‘(,ingWhéa’c Eating Corn takes on a de- lightful meaning nthe corn is in the form of