Norwich Bulletin Newspaper, October 10, 1918, Page 9

THE WIDE-AWAKE CIRCLE Rules for Young Writers. 1. Write plainly on one side of the paper only, and number the pages. 2. Use pen and ink, not pencil. 3. Short and pointed articles will be given preference. Do not use over 250 words. 4. Original stories or letters only will be used. 5. Write your name, age and ad- dress plainly at the bottom of the story. POETRY. A New “America. A yourg Hungarian-American, Rob- ert Loveman, has written a beautiful poem laudatory of his adopted coun- try which carries an ekxceedingly strong appeal to our patriotism. “The fairest land, the rarest land, The land we love the best, our own land that staunch doth stand A tower in the west: An ocean wide on either side, The gulf beneath her feet, The very name America Doth make our pulses beat. Is “The sweetest land, the flcetest land, The land where freedom dwells, Is our own land of mountains And clover-covered dells; One joyous vast republic, God! How we cherjsh her, The very name America Dotn make our bosoms etir, “America, America, O may we die for thee, Proclaiming unto all the earth Our love of liberty; America, America, Our banner is unfurled, The paean of democracy Shall ring about the world.” One Little Part By L. E. C. I pray for sweet peace that the hor- rors of war May pass from our beautiful world, That no more we may hear the can- nons’ loud roar, That the banner of peace be un- furled. But T have no courage nor wisdom nor skill thoughts sway, While treading the pathway up life's weary hill, For the mighty I only can pray. The of great nations to ‘While T have no wisdom. nor wealth 1 ean give, A few earnest words I can speak For the innocent creatures around me that live— God's little ones humble and meek. little wild dwellers and grove, So harmless, so merry and gay, D, leave them in peace through their green haunts to rove, Nor darken their brief happy day. ¢ in woodland T speak for our friends on the hot dusty street > Who toil the long weary day through, And often with harshness and negli- gence meet— Dumb, helpless, vet faithful and true— Glad if I may help them less suffering to know Ere they sleep ’‘neath the green grasey sod. t souls—if they have souls, I k that they do— Are at rest in the hlessing of.God. UNCLE JED'S TALK TO WIDE- AWAKES, Unele Jed had a houquet of roses| scnt to him and noticed upon the eaves a cluster of eggs which he rec- ed as the eggs of an insect. They looked like white enamel beads with + black enamel spot in the center as round as round could be and under a ifying glass each one seemed to perfect gem. He did not throw but threw it into a to see what would come eaf away ten days or so there wae a col- ny of jet black caterpillars. Then e put wet sand in a jar, covered it with paper, stuck in a sproy of rose leaves and watched the little feliows feed and grow for weeks. They cast their black dress and wore a brown then they wore a green one all covered with black pointed stinging hairs: and then they had white and reddish-purple lines running the whole of their body and Uncle Jed they weore Emperor moths, the book name of which is Saturnio To. These are handsome creatures that fiy by night and lay eggs upon the wild cherry and other plants in late 3 d June. They keep together early days having the social . but disperse later adopting the tary habit or habit of feeding alon one heantitul aved, brown and vel- low motos with velvet wings spin a very thin, silken cocoon upon the ground and cover it with litter which makes it look like the earth itself and it is very difficult to find beneath the lower stone of a wall or in the scat- tered leaves. This moth seems to be the connect- ing link between the moths which burrow in the ground and the great moths which gspin thick silken co- coons for their protection upon the branches. It climbs like the rest to feed but when it seeks winter quar- ters it grovels on the earth and finds shelter in its half-clad condition by a heavy covering of leaves. This is the way Wide-Awakes may learn what tiny objects are which they come across in the garden. THE WINNERS OF PRIZES. 1—Geraldine Gareau of Southbridge, Mass.—The Blue Grass Seminary Girls, 2—Arlene Pearl of Augusta, Me.— /PHil Bradley’s Winnimg Way, 3—Catherine C., Lawton of Warren- i the crowd. ville—The Broncho Rider Boys. 4—Miriam Shershevsky of Norwich —A Thrift etamp. 5—Horace Peckham of Lebanon— The Boy Chums in Florida. 6—Walter V. Gavigan of Willimantic —The Boy Scouts in Maine Woods. 7—Helen E. Frink of Norwich— ‘When a Man’s a Man. 8—Rose Weiner of Red Cross Girls With Army. Prize winmers living in the city may call at The Bulletin business office for them at any hour after 10 a. m. on Thursday. Norwich—The the Russian LETTERS OF ACKNOWLEDGMENT Grace Mahoney, of Colchester: Thank you very much for the thrift Eleventh Prize, ONE Bolieau of Goodyear, Conn. $0.25. -~ S OF THE GREATEST MOTHERS IN THE WORLD, by Stella stamp I received. I was surprised when I got it. Mary Pelechatz, of Willimantc: |excited the sympathy of all on board. Many ‘thanks for my prize book, The Navy Boys at the Siege of Havana. I think it is very interesting. Helen E. Frink, of Norwich: T think you very much for the thrift stamp you awarded me. I will try to win more in the future. HORACE PECKHAM, Age 13. Lebanon. Longfellow. Perhaps the most beloved and wide- ly read of American poets is Henry ‘Wadsworth Longfellow. A greater prophet of beauty never lived, save the immortal Shakespeare, than the poet-teacher of Cambridge. His works have a charm which cannot be defined in mere words; a beauty of expression which only the cultured soul can fully appreciate. The one who said: “The poetry of Longfellow is a gospel of good-will set to music. It has carried sweetness and light to thousands of homes. It is blended with our holiest affections and our immortal hopes,” has voiced the appreciation of milllons in his words. I know of no poet, living or dead, who has written such thoroughly en- joyable poems. His works have a certain life-giving effluessence about them which refresh one's soul as the sparkling waters of the oasis do the tired and famished traveler. His “Courtship of Miles Standish,” telling of the love of John Alden for Priscilla Mullens, with the scene laid at historic Plymouth, is one of the most exquisite romances ever written in verse. Then his ‘Evangeline,” immortaliz- ing the expulsion of the Arcadians, with its beautiful descriptive passages and sweet heroine, will ever delight the true lover of poetry. ‘““Hiawatha” is perhaps the best known of his longer poems, as since its first publication the whole or se- ]ectimsbtfllnn it :mve hefiln reprinteg in numberless volumes of verse an T ENlEaiieean s countless schoolbooks; it is writton C in a peculiar metre and in its sim- SOALDINE GAREAU, Age 12. | plicity of beauty must be read care- b % by fully to be fully appreciated. It will always rank as one of the masterpieces of American literature—a lasting me- morial of the life and traditions of the now almost extinct Indian. Besides these notable epics, Long- fellow has given us some prose and a great many shorter poetical pieces. “The Village Blacksmith” and ‘“Chil- dren's Hour” are chanted by a chorus of youthful voices in almost every schoolroom in the country, ‘What better memarial could a poet have than to have engraven upon the hearts of thousands his most price- less words? Longfellow’s poems are cherished by STORIES WRITTEN BY WIDE- AWAKES. The Gleaners. At one time, some years ago, there was very little work and many poor people had not even enough bread to eat. To help them a kind man of- fered to give a loaf of bread to every one who asked for it. A great many went for the bread, and each one seemed to iry to get the largest loaf, All except one little girl, who waited till the others were helped. Then she took what was of- fered to her, said “Thank you!” and went off happy. This happened more than once, and the man who gave away the bread saw how modest the child was. One day, when the girls mother broke the loaf. to give it to her hun- gry little ones, out tumbled four or five dollars. The godd woman was surprised. “These are not “Take them back you the loaf.” The child did as she was told. “The dollars are for you, my dear,” faid the man. “I have watched you from day to day. While you needed the bread as much as anyone you waited till the others were helped. These dollars are your reward. Give them to your mother. The mother of ours,” she said. to him who gave My Immigration to America, On account of the French Revolu- tion, I decided to embark to America, where . could be a free man and not have to bear persecution. After Deing on the seas for many days, the thrilling cry of “Land!” was given from the “watch” of the vessel. None but those who have been there before can form an idea of the de- licious throngs of feelings that rush into a Frefchman’s bosom when he comes in sight of New York. It is the land of Freedom in which everyone has his own rights, and France and America have lonz be: friendly | almost every American as standing for countries. % o, i hendly the highest and noblest ideals of the From this time forth he is in feyer- | Nation. This love of Longfellow is not provincial, nor is it alone national; it is almost universal. Englang has shown her appreciation by placing a ish excitement. One great thing that impresses an immigrant is the gigan- tic Statue of Liberty which is the sign of Peace and Freed: - | bust of Longfellow in the Poets’ Cor- S bl il i sl D i Bl T noticed the ships of war that |Deautiful philosophy contained in some prowled about guarding the coast | Of Longfellow’s poetry had been taught against any kind of foe. Our voyage was not over yet, for our next stop was at Ellis Island, where our eyes must be tested and our whole body examined before we were allowed to depart to the homes of our rela- tives. As T was standing on the deck of the steamer waiting to land, .1 caught sight of a man who thought himself in German schools instead of the gos- pel of hate, conscience might play some part in the making up of German character. How appropriate today are these words from Long fellow’s “The Build- ing of the Ship:” “Sail on, nor fear to breast.the sea! Our hearts, our homes are all with the most important of the crowd. I fee judged so by noticing his calculating | OUF hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our brow and restless alr. His hands were ears, Our faith triumphant o’er our fears, Lo X T eai D o be saskets ianai e was | T e U AR S E e whistling and walking to and fro. He was one of the owners of the ship. All at once a woman stepped out of She was of humble dress Although written many years ago, we have no grander words to express the spirit of the American people towards their government than this selection from their beloved poet. VALTER V. GAVIGAN. Willimantic. and looked sad and disappointed, for she could not find her friend. Sudden- ly I heard a faint voice call her by name. It was from a poor sailor who had been'ill all of the voyage, and had Tenth Prize, $0.25. A MEMBER OF THE HOME GUARD, by Alvin LaChapelle of Can- lerbury. Conn A Brave Soldier. There was once a man nicely built, just fit to pass the examinations for war. The man’s name was Lincoln Spear; and in a few months he was called to the colors. First he was sent to Camp Devens, for a few months of good training, and then he was sent to France. He did not like there, he lik- Bighth Prize, $0.25. AT THE SEASHORE, by Eloise C, ed ‘“Home, Sweet Home," best of all. One bright morning the signal rang, every one was expected to be in line ready to go to fight the Germans. Lincoln hated this, but he would do all he could to help win this great war. Soon they were near No Man’s Land ready to fight. If you were there you could see almost two or three seldiers fall wounded. Lincoin soon dropped wounded. He laid there two or three days suffering and no one came to help him. The fourth day the ambu- lance came to the spot where Lincoln lay almost dving. Had he laid there one hour longer he would have been dead. He was rushed to the hospital as soon as possible. His arm was band- aged up and he lay in the hospital until he was better. . Now he is on the battleficld again fighting for his beloved country. Some day Lincoin expects to be home telling about his glorious time in fighting for his country. He may be able to say, “I was one of the many men who helped to capture the kais- e MIRIAM SHEVESHEVSKY, Age 10. Norwich. A Gift to the Red Cross. For many vears it has been the cus- tom at Cony High school for the freshman class to give to the school some costly present, generally a plece of statuary, at the end of the school vear. This vear about a month before school closed, the principal sent word to all of the freshmen to meet in-the assembly hall. Fach {reshman is supposed to give fifty cents toward the present. Mr. Cobb then expressed a wish that instead of making 2 present of statuary that year, why not raise as much money as possible and give it to_the Red Cross, instead Everyone seemed much pleased with the idea, so it was then planned that instead of giving some ornamental present to the school we would give to_the Red Cross. Freshman presentation is always held Monday evening at 8 o'clock, on June 18. One of the teachers wrete out a short programme. There were only six_that took part. ‘We formed in one Gownstairs. At 8 o'clock we marched up to the assembly hall and around the room twice. e then took our seats, Mr. Cobb and Mr. Stuart were both seated on the platform. They hoth spoke. Four of the freshmen read essays. There was a violin solo by one of the girls. One girl played a piece on the piano. We ended by Spangled Banner. ARLENE PEARL, Age 14. Augusta, Me. of the rooms singing The Star A Birthday Gift of a Work Basket. I am a rosewood workbasket with three trays containing two balls of tape, four spools of thread, one thim- ble, and one pair of scisso: My lin- ing is made of flowered silk. I once llay In a shop with other baskets. A lady came in and bought me. 1 was then sent to a poor girl as a birth- day gift. Words cannot tell how pleased she was. She at once began to plan what to do with me. At last she thought of a plan to make her mother a dress. So she made a dress of gray calico, trimmed with lace, and caught at the throat with bits of gray ribbon which che had saved. Her mother was so pleased witn her new dress that she bought Ler litle girl a new coat and had her ini- tials engraved on the basket. She also bought some cloth, lace and ribbon, and the girl is now planniug to make as many clothes as the family needs, and so lighten her mother's work. CAROLINE C. LAWTON, Age 13. ‘Warrenville, Conn. Smith of Norwich. ol IS SR " WIDE-AWAKE STORIES EVERGREEN INN. By Louise M. Haynes. ' feet deep out there!” and Henry hop- ped about excitedly. Ned leaped out of bed and ran to the window. “Let’s dig a tunnel this morning to the ~ big spruce-iree” he cried. “H, o Both boys dressed as quicl as possible and were sqon through their breaktast and ready to go out in the snow. “We can start down the path shovel- ed and begin to tunnel where the drift is so high,” Henry said. The boys worked fast as the snow was light, and the tunnel progressed rapidly. “Whkat would become of us if it caved in?” Ned asked. “In don't believe we would have a very hard time to dig ourselves to the top, because you see the snow is not heavy,” Henry answered., Suddenly a light came into the tun- nel at the end where they were dig- ging, and through the opening they saw fhe loveliest little evergreen room, formed by the dropping branches of the spruce-tree. “What a grand playhouse, Henry! ‘We’ll have this tunnel for our private entrance, and nobody else can'come in. Just look at the birds hidden in the branches from the storm—all kinds.” Both hovs peered excitedly through the opening in the end of the tunnel at the birds. “I don’t see what they can find to eat,” said Ned. “Let's go into the house and get them some food, they must be nearly starving by this time.” The children ran to the house and called to their mother, asking if she couid give them anything for the cold, hungry birds. ‘“My teacher says beef suet is fine for them in winter,” Henry suggest- ed, “and chickadees like nuts and sunflower seeds.” “The bovs hurried back through the tunnel with their hands full of food. Clearing away the small amount of snow there was under the evergreen boughs, they scattered the seed and nut meats on the ground. Then they tied the suet on the branches and crept back into their tunnei, where they could see al! that happened. Im- mediately the ground was covered with chickadees and other seed-eat- ing hirds, while woodpeckers, nuX- batches and others, were feasting on the suet ravenously. There was quite a chirping after they had eaten a few minutes, as though the birds were do- ing their best to thank the kind little boys for their thoughtfulness. Ned and Henry kept food under the spruce-tree all winter, and called the snug shelter made by _drooping branches, “Evergreen Inn.” The birds soon grew so tame that they let the boys come into the little enclosure and would perch on their heads and shoulders in the most friendly man- ner. Henry, who was a very good whistler, learned to imitate their notes and they would answer him. Both boys enjoyed their bird friends and Evergreen Inn so much that they LETTERS TO UNCLE JED. A Picnic in the Woods. Dear Uncle Jed: One fine summer morning 'Bess, Rob and Louis started out to spend the day in the woods, taking old Jacob along to protect them from harm. : To Bess, who had never been in the woods before, they were a wonderland and a fairy tale all in one. Through the lacelike network of leaves the sun sent its golden shafts of light. The scarlet berries, the feathery ferns, the soft green moss, the purple sea of foxglove, nature’s harmony of light and color made the spot most beautiful. All the morning they roamed about, Bess finding new treasures on every hand. At length they began to feel hun- gry, so Jacob and Rob gathered the firewood, Louis built the fire while Bess filled the kettle and set it on to boil. Then she spread the tablecloth on the mossy ground and placed upon it dainti mother had prepared for them. What good things there were in the basket: The bakey white biscuits spread with golden butter, the delicious cakes and which tasted so good to the children that they ate every crumb. Then as a surprise there was the pail of sweet wild strawberries that kind old Jacob had picked for them. After finishing their dinner ithey found favorite seats on the gnarled roots of old trees and sat down to plan now they should spend the afternoon. They decided to gather some lovely wild flowers and make bouquets for their dear mother. This was mother's birthday and she was to take tea in the club room in honor of the event. The children picked many beautiful bouquets and tied them up with bright colored rtibbons. They then departed for home, hav- ing spent a most delightful day in the woods. HELEN E. FRINK, Age 14. Norwich. Benefit for the Red Cross. Dear Uncle Jed: I am going to_ tell you about the play we had for the benefit of the Red Cross. It was held Sunday, July 14th, 1918, at 2-p. m. We had six girls and one boy for actors. They were Hannah Curiand. Eva, Rose and Morris Mogel, Mary Blumenthal and Rose Weiner. The first thing on the program was A Real Patriot, by Eva Mogel, Morris Mogel and Rose Weiner. 2. There's a Service Flag Flying at Our House, by Rose Weiner. 3. Henry, My Son, by Hannah Cur- land and Rose Weiner. A Spanish Waltz, Weiner. 5. Just Break the News to Mother, by Hannah Curland and Rose Weiner. 6. The Naughty Nurse, by Hannah Curland, Rose Mogel and Rose Weiner. 7. Joan of Arc, by Hannah Curland and Rose Mogel. 8. The Glow Worm, by Rose Wei- ner, 9. The Marseillaise, by Eva Mogel, Rose Mogel and Hannah Curland. 10. The Sabbath Play, by all. 11. Poor Butterfly, by Hannah Cur- land and Rose Weiner. 12. The Red Cross, by Mary Blu- menthal nad Eva Mogel. At the end of this act Rose Weiner went around collecting money in a soldier's hat and earned $0.31. 13. The Honeybees, by Rose Weiner, 14. Just a Baby’s Prayer at Twi- light, by Hannah Curland and Rose ‘Weiner. 15. The Handkerchief Dance, by Rose Weirter. 16. Liberty Bell, Keep the Home Fires Burning, The Star Spangled Banner, and My Country’ Tis of Thee, were sung by the audience and actors. T had the play in my yard: T had a tent put up and decorated it with American flags. We earned $4.52. We brought the money to the Red Cross the next day. They thanked us for it and put a piece about it in the paper. ROSE WEINER. by Rose Norwich. BRIEF STATE NEWS New Britain.—The number of hunt- ers' licenses issued at the town clerk’s office to date this year is 257 as against 420 a year ago. Deep River—Some mean thief broke into the grammar school building a felt sorry to see the snow melt and to ve the birds leave the old spruce- tree for the open woods; but they are looking forward to seeing them re- turn when the snow is deep again. FRENCH CHILDREN. “I sometimes hoast of my memories,” said Uncle Sam, “for I was quite a lad when the Civil. war began, but they don’t amount to much compared with those the boys and girls of France will carry thtoughout their lives. “Suppose while you were working away as usual in the old school room a whistle were to sound—a siren, so that there might be no mistake about you hearing it. And suppose you and all the other hoys and girls started for safety the instant you heard it, rushing pellmell into the cellar. Sup- pose a big shell were to fali, demol- ishing five or six houses and damag- ing as many more and covering the schoolyard with splinters. ~ These shells would come cvery fifteen min- utes and you would stay in the dark till the bombardment was over, but vou would be worrying over your mothers, and big sisters who were working in the open (the fathers and big brothers are all away at the bat- tle front). Even the chilaren of g‘rance have to carry burdens nowa- ay: ¢ There was an expression on Oscar's|bury have contributed by means of face that led Uncle Sam to continue: | {00d sales and cash donations the sum “No doubt you think there would be|Of $444.99 toward the food for France some first rate excitement in that |fund. situation, but supposc you were to| Ridgefield—Rev. John M. Deyo of go home after it was over and find | Ridgefield has accepted a call to be- your home gone!” come pastor of the First Congrega- “Yes,” indeed, that happens,” said|tional church of Danbury, to succeed Janet. “I read the other day a story|Rev. Joseph Hooker Twichell, former- that a lady who had visited France|ly of Hartford, now a chaplain with told here in Chicago. She said that|the American army in France. twenty of the refugees who had been| Bristol.—An opportunity is afforded brecught to Paris were asked one day | Bristol schoal teachers who are taking in school to make pictures of a home.|an enforced vacation to render dis- When the drawings were handed in !t|tinct. helpful and patriotic service by was found that seventeen of the chil-|going into some- of the factories while Aren had drawn a house in flames. Alschools are closed. They are needed, house burning up was what seemed|and the places are awaiting them at most natural to them, poor things! |good pay. Jimmie looked rather sober. “Canl pouey alooaoael oo op e, dojamything A He askad Spies of Montclair, J. announce “Yes, indeed,” replied Uncle Sam.|p) s B oy “There is an ‘American society that |jgr CRETSRRCRL OF (SIS Caugh collects funds and forwards them to)Regrieid. son of Mr. and Mrs. Bdward a committee in Paris that works un-|p Reisaiq” of Hartford. der the Jirection of the French gov-|pigfelq has served in. the ernment, to feed and clothe theselcorps in France and returned to this Gestitute boys and girls. It costs only [ cotfs My (FOCE S0€ CHNRRTE O dies £3 a month to feed one of these chil- | s7y71eY A8t YO dren—10 cents a day, and one may Watert have the name of the child for whom R By his money is d and receive letters | ©20 catcus from him or miotliss sAnAriend | CUMbEN, as endorscd o e e “Oh, Uncle Sam,” cried JTanet democrati A hismr“{-*gg‘@??;’-‘ dopt_one of ans! We'll all £ gere ?‘;;in[?tir nto 1;ai'h2?/irgnix}1‘;n\\v Te | town that the office of first selectman < t 7 N : was not a bone of contention between committee to select a girl and let me| = . fif ® the two partits. Mr. Brahen has held correspond with her in Framch. I 1he %o partts M Brahen has could 1o ever so many things to please her, We would be friends, and I should| Portland. ' 3 learn to read and write French better|6.000 pounds, inches in circumfer- —madamoiselle will help. Please do,|ence and 1,200 feet long was unloaded Uncle Sam!” by the New York boat at the Middle- “Well, maybe I will. I shall have to|town landing the o I consult Mrs, Walter Brewster of Lake |came from Kingston, Forest and learn to get into the game, | for launching one of I guess that among us we can raise|on the Hudson. Its ten cents a day for Janet's orphan” |the boat the followi were used in launchi just finished at the Gildes at 1 o'clock Saturday afternoon. The girl who looks forward to a matrimonial alliance should not be forward looking. GRIP VICTIMS are people who' - get weak and run down.You can qain fight- ing strength from FATHER JOHN'S MEDICINE : NO ~ ALCOHOL . OR DANGEROUS - DRUGS. weighing over they boat yard few nights ago and stoie $50 in money, of which at least $30 belonged to the Junior Red Cross. Middlebury.—Between Oct. 1, 19817, and Oct. 1, 1918, the people of Middle- i) Lt Third Prize, $0.7. LITTLE HOME GARDENERS, by Lillian A. Murphy of Norwich, Conn, For Infants and Children. Mothers Know That Genuine Castoria Use I For Over ‘ - Thirty Years