Norwich Bulletin Newspaper, May 5, 1921, Page 8

SEL BTy S s . Young Writers. THE WIDE-AWAKE CIRCLE Boys’ and Girls’ Department. Jarge turtle and threw it back into the side of 0| water. Soon after it grew dark so we rowed back to the shore, at our supper, tent in which to spend the night. I did to sieep so I stayed awake the fire. In the night but it soon stopped. In the morning we fished a little while and a44reSS| . . the shore and then waited for the car and went home, after enjoying & splendid fishing trip. Yours_truly, SAULI AHOLA, Age 11 to Scheel, mile to go to school. Sometimes we go ¥ow they twinkled and they twinkied 28 | through the woods. It is shorter. Some- times we go by the road. It is nice now for we can pick flowers to bring home And in the morning early I wemt o DeaT |ty my sister. think 1 feund? Shose pretly ® scattersd on the ground ! 1 looked and looked and hurried in to give | come home at 3.39. Mamma a call. She langhed and said: “Why little one, they are mot etars at all Ehe called them flowers—Dandelions. ‘How can she be right, When 1 know they were the very stars ihat peeped &t me last night.” —By Siimey Dayre. BOB WHITE ©14d friend, I hear vour whistie Upon the zigzag rail; Your cheery voice of welcome Rings on the autumn gale: When scarlet leaves and golden Dance in the amber light, You tell me of your presence With a vim, Bob White! A whole-souled little fellow In spackled coat of brown You heed not summer's passing Or skies that darkly frown: While other birds are quiet. Your call comes to delight : And that is why I like you Most of all. Bob White! Philosopher in feathers! T'd join your happy school The heart forever sighing Belongeth to the fool ! Happy-go-lucky fellow. Though chilly breezes blight There's always summer sunshine In your heart, Bob White! The world has so much sorrow We need your lively call; A soul to face all trouble, Ah! that's the best of a The enow will soon be falling Nor hill nor vale in sight. But T have learned your lesson In my heart. Bob White! —M. H. Rosenfeld in New York Clipper UNCLE JED'S TALE TO AWAKES Onos azain we have reached the beau- (iful month of may, the opening of which her countries, and at times in certain of this, used to be observed by festivities such s the Maypole dance. It was the custom for many long years, dating way back in Roman history, to gather in the spring and make merry in somor of Flora, the goddess of flowers. in different countries different customs were observed. In England each village 1ad its Maypole set up May day eve and strung with ribbons and flowers ahout which the people gathered every ear for offun. There was a reguiar May a May queen, who was crown- with flowers, 5 whole train of dancers, WiDg- sect ncluding a representative of Robin ITrod and 1 erry men. Besides the nublic the peopla deforated their flowers and branches gathered and_woods. ance was around a pole instead of a pole vanca often included a ® between winter and summer, Sty 4 victory ays being In favor of sum: But mueh of the May day observanc of t ter have disappeared. There "ay ) e festivities, zome May and the 1 A ecus- tom is often carried or country. but the May day dancing and the May ole are for the most part confiued _ \dren who not only aava much un in them but provided pretty entertain- ment for other. But whether thers are May day observances or May pole dances the coming of May cannot fail to bo re. cognized as the th of - pose e remarkable I like the teacher very much. She and they twittered— |is very nice to all her pupils. They all like her. There are seventeen in our big. There are twelve seats in all. We stars had fallen and Were |have to sit two in a seat. The school house is blue. At night the first and second grades come home at 3. The rest ‘This is all for the first time. Your new friend, DELPHICK BLAIR, Age 7. ‘Hampton. Gathering Cowlips. Dear Uncle Jed: Last night after I had finished my work I went gathering cowslips. Cowslips have a small, yellow flower with green leaves which look | something like the leaves of pond lilies, {only smaller. People eat them for zreens. As they always grow in water for swampy places, I put om my boots, and started about 4 o'clock. When I got lio the place where the cowslips were I | found them in deep water. Soon I had {all of them picked so I started to find |~ome more. After I had been walking a ittle while I saw some growing in ;deeper water. When I went after them |1 sank way down in the water. I nearly | went over my boots so I sent my brother ! who was with me, to pick them. As soon they were picked, 1 said, “I will go !un through the woods. Perhaps we will ind some oftwers.” When we got up in the woods my brother said, “I see some | white flowers.” So I went up and picked {them. They were very pretty, but I lidn't know their name. In a few min- es I saw my dogs running through the bushes. They looked as if they were on a trafl so I took my time about going home. In a few minutes I heard them barking. I got up In a tree to see what it was and I saw the dog near a stone wall. Then I got down and went to the place where the dogs were. There I saw In the stone wall a big brown rabbit, and T called the dogs away, so that they couldn’t kill it. Then I started for home. I got home in half an hour. Then I ate my supper and read some books. In = little while I went to bed because I was tired, FRANCIS SULLIVAN. Age 10. Bozrahville. The Naunghty Children. Dear Uncle Jed: In a small village ilved Mrs. Thomas. She owned a pretty little cottage, where she lived with her| husband and children. She had a little boy of three years, and a girl of two years. These children played all day long, out in the yard in the back of thelr home. At the end of the walk there was a gate, which was always locked tight, but it happered that upon this day the grocer had come with the articles and as he was in a hurry he didn't shut the gate. The little children ran over that way and the boy, Jesse, pushed the gate and it flew open, and little Bessie clapped her hands in delight. They took each other’s hands and trotted out far away across the bridge, and far down the road and entered the path that led into the large forest. .As the small tots walked slowly it was beginning to get dark and time for supper. Mrs. Thomas had been busy ali day and hadn't looked out the window to see her children at all, g0 when it was time to call them in she opened the door and saw mno one. She was surprised and called for them, but there was no answer. Her husband just then returned from work and she explained to him about their disappearance, so he set out to search for them and at last spied their tracks in the soft mud. When he reach- ed the forest he called for them and sud- denly ha heard some sobbing. TFollowing the sound he soon discovered two little objects clasped tight in each other's arms with tears streaming down their faces, feeling very heartbroken and sad He carried them home, one on each chaqulder, and brought them to their away. . go down Laura would r1u of the heuse to pick a handful of ofiwe Near Laura’s houge there was a clump of lilac bushes near the front doorstep. The lilacs have been cut away a little, making a natural arbor, and this was Laura’s playhouse. I have Seen many playhouses, but I never saw one S0 charming as Laura’s. Dear little Laura, she had a happy childhood, although her father was & poor man and could not buy toys for his little daughter. HELEN ROBERTS, Age 10. Jewett City. the hill alone. On such da: HELEN JOHNSON, Age 12. North Stenington. A Trip to the Woods. Dear Uncle Jed: Last Saturday John and I had a long trip to the woods. We started in the morning. When we were traveling in the woods we found a nest of squirrels. When we came near the nest the mother squirrel ran out of the hole and jumped on our heads. After a little ‘we went on further, near the brook. We crossed the briers and we saw two hares standing on their hind feet. John wanted to g0 near them, but they ran away. At last we came to a pasture Where tle nog‘i and the sheep were grazing. It was theX nearly dark, so we started on our way home. When we came home it was 6 p. m., and the supper was ready. After 1 ate my supper I had a good rest. Your new friend, CHESTER CIMUCHOWSKL Norwich. Miss Cusfy’ Dear Uncle Jed: Miss Custy was a very venerable cat. Her real name was Miss Custard, because of her remarka- bly sweet disposition. Miss Custy was respected by young and old alfke. I Will now goon with my story about Miss Custy’s wardrobe, which was the envy of the whole cat village. ‘Wardrobe, Few 1 Help My Paremts. Dear Uncle Jed: 1 am writing you & few lines how I help my father and mother on the farm. I like to work on the farm. I help my father with the horses for I like to drive the horses. We have two horses. Their names are Tommy and Jack. I like them both. I also help my mother in the house to wash dishes and do many other things. I have planted some radishes but in- stead of radishes some wild grass is coming up, and I don't like to see that come up. I am going to plant a gar- den this year again so I can take some vegetables to the Mansfield fair. I got many prizes last year. 1 am taking care of about forty chick- ens and I like them very much. I feed them every morning and night. I am taking care of my brother’s rab- of a glossy blagk satin, with Jlong sleeves, andr a pointed V collar, edged with lact. Now Miss Custy had the love- liest white front of white silk. This was always as white as rif it had just come out of a white cloud. Beneath the long, black srieeves, showed a pair of spotless gloves. 2 Her skirt was remarkable. It was of shiny black wnd yellow faffeta sijk. FirsT there was an irregular row of black, and then another of yellow. Beneath this showed a very dainty pair of feet, incased in white kid shoes. Miss Custy’s hat was of black silk with a birg yellow bow in front, which made her look very statély. It was then the style to powder your nose vellow, so of course Miss Custy fol- lowed the fashion strictly. 1 thipk Miss Custy is a beautiful ; By ab-lcat T am sure all you Wide-Awakes bits and pigeons for he is in the hospital | Lo i “a0¢ S0 Y2t o ou eontd see now and has had an operation on his|yor G legs and I have got to take care of his rabbfts. I feel sorry for my brother. I like my school and my teacher. Her name is Mrs. Pike. We have got thirty- two scholars in our school. Your niece, AMY R. DORRANCE, Age 12. Plainfield, Kindness to Animals. Dear Uncle Jed: Many people ate not e THA MIKES, Age 10, | 2% Kind to animals as they should be. SS BER' & They think that dumb animals have no Mansfield Center. y e 5 feelings. This is wrong. They learn = to love a person who is kind to them. She; eager of ithe Moo~ The Door beasts have not the Dow- Dear Uncle Jed: About two ¥ears 280! er of saying what they wish, or what in the month of June as I was strolling | afls hem, as we can. They speak in through the woods I found a wounded crow. I took him home and after heal- ing his wing let him go. their own language, but We can not un- derstand them Many horse is overworked, or However, we soon met again and 1t{over fed, has mot the power to wag the following winter in the moun-| tell nus what it is that makes him ill. tains of Georgia where 1 was hunting, We should learn for ourselves how much I was walking up a steep slope and W: to feed him, and not to overwork him. about half way up the mountain, when| He needs a vacation, as weil as we do, all of a sudden the sky was darkened|and should rest at least, ome day out and, looking up, 1 saw a large eagle. Before 1 had ! of seven. time to fire at it it was ‘We should be kind to all animals, and upon me, but no soomer had it done so,| patient with them. They are very clev- than in turn it was pounced upon. I was|er in their own way. A dog can be knocked over and hitting my head on a| taught many tricks, and he loves those stone fell unconscious. When I awoke I was lying aside a hali-devoured eagle and when I got to my feet saw a flock of about a hundred large black northern crows and in the lead was the “Emper- or” for that is what 1 called the crow which T had cured because he strutted about and ordered flock around as though he was their king. When I reached home T told friends of my adventure but they not believe me until I showed them the “Emperor” and the picture of the scene, who are kind to him And, besides, did ator of the world, He not lov not God, the Cre- make the animals, the animals as well He expects us to be And we should be, Jumpinz Into a Brook in February. Dear Uncle Jed: One day in February i when the i s thawing, 1 was going hat is the crow and his flock, and the| to school So e If-eaten eagle. head. V to know what it was? Well g is another case of the lion and| Uncle Jed, it w We had to go he mouse. by a large brook re the ice w WILFRED BUSKET. Age 13. | just thawing and of course very thick Stafford Sprin Well, a boy 2nd I ran down to the brook —_— as fast as we could aand got two poles The Lily of the Valley. and zave ourselves a “shove” and were Déss Onela e a s e moat 1 off into the middle of the brook. Well. flower my walk afforded we were having great sport when some plant which bears the pretty name of lily | ™OT¢ ¢ d one boy of the valley, and which I found grow-| S2id. * 1 said, ing in a garden before a small wooden house. It has a green slender stem| about nine inches high, along which :\rr-l many small flowers of the shape of lit- | | cause too many k) and he got on and all of a sud- Well. he gave a jump hrook well, T tle bells. One almost expect them tinkle s0Ptls heightened by the flower to sway with perhaps, the most the fiower was its color, the purest I have ever found mn a cultivated oflwer. | To mention the lily and forget its col- or is as if one should deseribe the os trich and forget its feathers. The color | soaked up to T would split with I sme. on a cake of ice push so T started np for shore and And he had went up on thm shoe and it went the Afie suggested that of the new fallen snow, et e but was more waxlike and_delicate. o mace. ALMIRA BERNIER, Age 12 3 e 3 s0 ended my Daniclson. - S | ALICE J. LOOMIS, 14 A Visit to My TUncle. Dear Uncle Jed: This is the third time | I have written. T g to tell you| A Mock Trial of my vi S | Dear Unc d: It is was rec at Canterbury. I started in the morning|our school. Evervbody was at play, and arrived in Canterbury at 6 o'clock. | when some one shouted, “a wrestle.” Of then I stayed till Sunday and my moth-| course everybody wanted to see it. One er came over to spend the day. Then boy was ed and out of revenge bit A to the garden south| tween the leave I will begin with her waist, which was It was my friend, which planted near me in the torc my joy! 1 was happy and did not care what happened me, if 1 had my fr nd, the | flower, near me. LIONEL H. HOULIL. Stafford Springs., The Underground Railrowl Dear Uncle Jed: The underground railroad was mot a railroad noy was it underground. It was a chain of hou twenty miles apart and reached to Cauad The men that had pity for the slaves man- aged this system so secretly that it was just the same as underground. Once & slave arrived he was hid in the attic or cellar and fed and cared for until night. Then he was given a password and directions to the next station and with the help of the pole siar he started on his journey. When he reached the next station he would knock softly and the reply would be, “Who is there?” He then would give his password. It might be William Penn, Friend of Friends, or the hoot of an owl. The owner would then open the door and let him in. Sometimes the slaves traveled alone, sometimes in twos and threes, and one sttaion was known to have taken in seven- teen at ome time. Most of the people connected with the nnderground railroad were white, Dbut there were a few Negroes. Among the most daring was a woman whose name was Harriet Tubman. She was half Ne- gro and had been a slave herself at on time. The Negroes called her “Mos bacause she delivered them out of the land of bondage. When the Civil war broke out she serv- ed as a scout in the northern armies. She lived to be very old. and died havpy be- cause she knew that all her couatrymen were frec. HAZEL CARUTHERS, Norwich Town. \ze i4 The Torn Stocklm. Dear Uncle Jed: I hope you will take as much interest in my story, as I took in writing_it. On Christmas eve last year a younsgter with a rzle face and big brown eyes and shivering with cold was seen the forehead placed on the window of a bakery shop. He was eating bitterly with his eyes the cake and cookies. He was thinking and looking, but said softly. “When will I ever get my share” A man approached him saying, who is your father? Sir, I have none. 1 live with my mother three brothers, four sistcrs at St. Rock near the bridge. It was with tears that the boy answered. He sald gently, “Do you know that tonight is the feast of the infant Jesus?" “I know,” claimed the yiuth bowing his Fead, and saying, “Why does not Jesus, who is so good give each starving child a piece of bread”” He would If yeu would as] responded the gentlsman, | but the weakness of his hungry lips told the man that the boy would iiks fo bite into a good piace of cake. Suddenly they both entered the shop, and ne ss=ing the poor lad eating the cake with suza an ap- petite had pity for the poor lady with her | shiidren. He promised fo malk m a ereat His bite was practica.ly when he said to the vou, “I¢ you Lg vour stocking, Jesus Who s good | would not forget you. Be sure that ft 15 it will be full. But the boy said, “T would .ike f ve they are torn. Aze i4 Danielson Birds In Spring Dear cnele Jed the days grow longer and warme: rds return from the south. They sing nretty Some- times we have a Then the birds look for Some g in pine trees others o Ings some go in bird houses if they find Afte: the cold snap is over the ds look for places to build their nest When their nest is made they lay eg: and hatch little omes. When tha litt ones erow old and learn how to sing and help to make the wor happ; eaves of huiid- Ja Crompton, chestra, Sutcliffe, Reginald Horn, Robert Charles Redford, Simon Kinney: opening |évening the third and fourth d= Annabelle Scandals of the Little Lizzie Ford, John Sutcliffe ; end song, Kentucky Blues, Har- ry Bliven. teno Jam FREDERICK FILL. Age & ing and Parties, Dear Uncle Jed: Mavbe you think I have forzotten all abour the Wide-| Awakes, hut I am very busy with school and my music. Oh, I have ‘the prettiest lesson this week. It is called “The L” T like it. I wentsfor a to my cousins in Providence, R. L. a while ago. I went in the auto- mobile with papa and mamma and Brother Lewis. We had such a nice time and everyone was so glad to see us, but I was glad to get home. I also went up to my Aunt Nan'’s with my Aunt Alice, and ayed all night a Bu short v thing, Broadway Rose, James J. Moore; trombone Brown, Bowe, Donovan, Moore : end song, 1 Never Knew, Charles Bowe ; grand finale entire company. Crandall; stage manager. G. B. Spargo; property man, Willlam Wills. As Good as La Touraine Coffee i "Yu.jmt;spod—-&ehighutrm- mendation I can give it.” m( '5 Write Dept. 34 Jfor FREE 20x. Caister - NOTICE! Commencing May 3, 1921, and ending Sept. 24, 1921, our offices will be open each business day, except Satur- day, from 8 A. M. to 2 P. M., Eastern Standard Time. The hours on Saturday will be from 8 A. M. to 11 A. M. THE CHELSEA SAVINGS BANK. THE DIME SAVINGS BANK THE NORWICH SAVINGS SOCIETY NEW SPRING PRICES IN LEHIGH-WILKES BARRE COAL NUT STOVE EGG No.2 NUT 514 514 $14 | $13 50c EXTRA IF BASKETS ARE USED JOHN A. MORGAN & SON 5 CENTRAL WHARF Telephone 884 Henry Barnes, Wm. Fishwi res, Max Raithel, Ed Thos. Suteliffe. The program: Overture, Cycie club or- Daniel L. Crandall, John H Kessel k ,Thomas | ce hodes, Percy tatoes were raised. One local farmer is | quires, “Where do we get of?" At Pachaug grange this chorus, entire company; end song, I'm)be worked. The meeting is on standaru Missin' Mammy’s Kissin, Wm. F. Dono- | time. N van; cornet solo, Regnald Horn; endd A delegation is expected frof the Wes son, All She Could Say was Umh-Hum, |€rly Cyele club today to assist i findinz Eugene O'Neil ; sketches, Percy Crompton ; | Dan Shea’s nickel, also to be present & specialty, “Pick” and His One Man Band, | the Zegeer blast and to see the tax col Charles S. Bowe; tenor solo, Beautiful |lector's balioon go up. They will also Max Raithe! Lee, sist Prof. Melvin in moving his bagea and help Manager Chase in his pouliry purchases. Celandine, one of the handsome flowers Second Part: Opening, entire company; | that blossom in this section i= showt olo, Rose of My Heart, Thomas |It scolors of green and yellow full 20 days ? ‘specialty, A Little Bit of Every-|in advance of local records In 1833 i Edward Rhodes; baritone sclo, |Was in bloom May 20th. Wordsw: Daniel Crandail; mono- |Poem is recailed by local flower lovers Edward Brown ; end song, Mammy, | Whenever it is seen along the country solo, Robert |roadsides. The largest celandine belongs cycle club quartette, Messra |to the poppy famfly while the smalier is a crowfoot and is only found here as a% escape from some old flower garden of{ another age \ The following Jewett Cit in Hanover Wednesd ference of the six Congregatiomal Daniel L.|es: Mr. and Mrs. G. A Mrs. J. C. Mrs. Mra. end song, logue, Kessel The business manager is Walter Sny- der ; director, Simon Kinney : stage man- Harold Higginbotham : electriclan, Henry Mayne ; musical director, peopls werd: & Cone hurch il o 4 d Uncle Cutler| The Cycle Club came here through the | 7%, P! 4 e my mother told my aunt that T could| th boy be: X btough: us home in their automobile. 1| eorts of Prentice Chase, manager of the L 2 = b'f:cm = uring which ture :\i{:;‘;’nfin:o;h‘;"v?}:a c,;:;;«;a them and | gtay all summer. 1 like to stay here. I 1 my he v. fel-| enjoyed that day very much. Ashland baseball team, the proceeds to |Palmer, )Jrv gl g Som fosth o all its heayc [ 1SWE L0 bt ¥ -Nn 3 mlnot Pun-| pick up the eggs every night and feed what s: having a| My little brother's birthday was the|go toward purchasing new uniforms. Mr. |H. E. Pa: 5 A2 o ’Nm'hm Well is it called the | 'S . but gave them a nice warm|the cows and I like fo feed chickens Everybody . A|1s8th. He is four years old and we had {Chase is a member of the club., Af H. Andrews, Mrs erry month of May. S“PD'H‘-I - | i and pick up, the turkey eggs. My aunt aries and twi (2| a cake with four candles. He also had |the minstrels the ors were entertain- | E- % k,mt.lAr\ ANDERSON, Age 12. |has four hen turkeys and one gobbler.| being , and the r s except | a gold ring and several other presents. e WINNERS OF PRIZF BOOKS rooklyn. We have a hard job finding their nest. for the wrestlers, we were all in D brought the ed at the Ashland club. George H. Anderson of Lishon and Miss — Ella Asthoff of Norwich were married were eclected. After sition under a tree, assaulted one over and saidon her cake. 1.—Alles J. Loomis of Amston— Iz~ My friend, Esther, had a birthday the weth Hobart. When you look at them they will turn T|15th. She was 14 and had 14 candles in another direction from where their Pawney. ~—Almira Bermler of Danislson--Wij, aing In the Afr. G e 3.—Bemnle Steinman Boy Scouts With Joffre, 4—Saall Abola of Hampton— Rivals. of Yintie- ~The Soy Scout 5.—Bertha Nukes of Mansfield Center— Mans: ent Little Prudy’s Dottle Dimple. §—Lilllan Anderson of Brooklyn--The Campfire Girls on the March. T—Amy R. Dorrames of Plainfieldi—The Camopfire Girls at the Seashere. 3—Frederick Filliger of Versaflles— Boy Scouts’ Woodcraft Lesson. Winners of prize beoks l'ving in Nory)| wich can obtain them by calling at The Bulletin business office after ten o' s e R r ten o'clock LETTERS OF ACKNOWLEDGMENT Josephine Pluskett of Norwich—I thank You very much for your book. I have found it very interesting and have had moch pleasure in reading it. Charles Fuller of Norwich—I recelved Lwr prize book entitied The Roy Scouts Europe, and thank you very much for ¥ I have read % and found it very !n- Jeresting. Abina Basley of Dayville— thank ou for the book you sent me, entitied Little Prudy’s Captain Horace. I have BY wipe- AWAKES Fishing Dear Uncie Jed: This is the second Eme that 1 have written to the Wide- koon my father decided to have us all go Fishing. We took a ear as far as South §iardner. Then we walked half a mile to be a Dear Uncle Jed: As T stepped out of the main house of Ranch A I noticed a number of men in a zroup. One look at their faces told me they were excited. T asked a man beside me what the ex- citement was. He said, “Did you not know the king of all horses ig around camp”' This excited me and I asked him to describe his appearance to me. Here is how he described him: He is a beautiful, swift black stallion with a beautiful mane and tail and is the swift- est horse around here. My jaw set. I needed a horse badly, 50 I determined to get ths one. The next day I donned my chaps and saddled my horse. I took provisons for a week and started out. I rode all day. I began to see tracks, soon they became fresher and the second day I climbed over a hill and there were a number of horses. The leader was the horse I was after. I crept down through the bushes and ther taking my lasso I threw it over the head of the beautiful horse. I soon had it tame and brought it back to camp. 1 named it Pawney and soon had lots of adventures. MARK QUINN. Age 11. Stafford Springs, The Mausic Teacher, Dear Uncle Jed: “Charlie,” said Aunt Jennie, “you open the door, if the bell rings. Bridget i going out.” Charlie said he would, and went on playing that he was a newsboy selling papers until he had nearly sold out. Grandma was his best customer. She always bought a good many, and paid him in kisses, su- gar plumg and mittens, and long knitted reins for his stage coach, and all sorts of things that Charlie liked. At length “ting-a-ling-a-ling” went the door bell It rang very quick, as though somebody was in a hurry. “Run, dear,” sald grandma, “T think it's the music teacher come to give auntie her lessons.” Charlie needed no second bidding, and quickly opened the door. There stood a very Iittle man, with his coat collar turned up, for it was a cold winter’s day. He had a pair of black shining eyes Jooking out frem under a big fur cap. He wore a great deal of“long hair hanging about his face. The little man was an old lookng figure and anybody ‘would have sad so. Before he had time to speak, Charlie exclaimed, “'T%®” said he, (“'Tis” drawing in his breath and backing away from the door. *It's a monkey!” And he fled, leaving the little man to laugh very heartily. Aunt Jennie came down the stairg and explained that little Char- lle was afraid of monkeys, and often fancied he saw one. But the music frlendswitn i | nest is but I like to hunt them up even if it is an awful job. SIDNEY RCODE, Age 12. to the judg. bitten Your honor, this man while wrestling. ~ Hear the testimony.” Of course, he said what I said, that the arrested one had chal- lenged him for a wrestle, and when he put him down he bit him. The wit- nesses were then brought to testify and the man was found guilty. The mark was shown to the judge on the man who was bitten and the testimony was com- plete. A fine of fifteen cents was declar- ed by the judge or a ducking. As the arrested party didn’t have the money with him he was taken up by force to a nearby stream and given the ducking in the midst of which the school bell rang and he fell in, getting all drenched. He had to go home and change his clothes. This is a true story. BENNIE STEINMAN, Age 12. Yantic. Plainfield. Golng Cowslipping. Dear Uncle Jed: This is the first time I have sent a story to the Wide-Awakes. so_will write going cowslipping. It rained and 1 stayed at my sisters to dinner. My brother-in-law told me if it was pleasant the next day we would go after cowslips. The mext day it was pleasant. I could hardly wait for my brother-in-law and sister to come up. At last they arrived. I got my boots on and we started. We went to the farm above my house. We started to wade about and found quite a few cowslips. Then it began to rain. We ran for the woods that were nearby. While we were in the woods we watched a red squirrel running about. After it stopped raining we went back but to another place and found a few more cowslips. I found quite_a few white violets. also saw a peeplng frog, a sight I never saw before. They are little light brown trogs. I soon got tired of carrying the boots, g0 we started for home, tired, but with a peck of cowslips Yours truly, RUBY A. GRAY, Age 12. Jewett City. The Lost Dog. Dear Uncle Jed: We had a veautiful shepherd dog with long, black hair. ‘We never had her shut up, she was so 1l nice ana gentle. . One day we brought her to the Noc- tor and he chained her up. During the night she slipped from her collar and e not seen her since and it s me feel very sad. u ever see her, Uncle Jed, please let me know. GLADYS ANDERSON, Age 9. ‘Brooklyn. Fishing at Joe Wright's. Dear Uncle Jed: One Sunday after- noon my sister and T went fishing. When we got there my sister put her line in. Soon after she thought she had a fish but she didn’t. She put her line in again’ and what do you think she caught? It was a big bag that some one threw in the pond. How we did laugh. We said that it was a nice fish. After we were tired of fishing we ate our lunch for we were very hungry. We then started for home. We met many of our friends. They asked us if we had any fish. We told them about the big fish we had caught. They also laughed. We will go again for it is great fun. The Story of the Spruce, Dear Uncle Jed: I was a tall tree In the forests of Maine. I was surrounded on all sides by the pines, oaks, birches, and other kinds of trees. 1 was a spruce, and very old. Boys while going through the woods hunting squirrels would cut their ini- tials on my bark. The girls while look- ing for flowers would sit under the shade and talk. Once a girl planted a flower at my foot and soon after the flower and I became chums. But this did not last long. One day some men came into the Woods and when they came to me one of them said: “Here is a good tree” and chopped in- to my side. Your friend s e My life was to end. I groaned and 2 BLAIR, Age 11. | oroaned. 1 started to fall and landed Hnprons with a lond crash. “ began to saw me Into Laura’s Flower Garden, i Ahe e smaller pieces and some chopped my long, strong arms. Soon after, a cart drew up and T was laid into it. Then I was taken to a river and thrown in. 1 floated down, Dear Uncle' Jed: Laura’s home was on a steep hil] overlooking a brook. The brook made music around a gray old mill shaded by willows. Her father was a miller Whose name was Jacob. Laura was glad to have the brook for a playmate, but on days when the farm- ers came Wwith corn to be ground, her father was too busy to take care of mother aid_ not allow her to| then ground up. and bousht a school girl. aand came to a mill where I was cut and | S. Bowe, Edward Brown. After passing through much machin-| Frank E. Collins, Barclay Robertson. J ery I was finally made into a school book, | seph Bowles, Seth Mayne Elwyn Case, 1 will be giad when wva- cation time comes, although I like to go to school. I want to tell you I had a nice supper the other day. My mamma and brother went and spent the day with some friends and when she came home she brought me a lovely new up-to-date music roll to carry my music in when I take my lesson. How very glad I was. Tve been using one that was my Aunt Nan's, but it was small. 1 guess I'll have to try harder than ever to have good lessons now. Best wishes. HELEN T. GREENE, Age § Plainfield. - JEWETT CITY J. F. Pace who has been overseer of the cloth room at Ashland Cotton company for four years is to be overseer for the Paul Whiting mill, in Northbridge, Mass. #le commenced his new duties Monday. The management and employees in the cloth room expressed their appreciation of his good werkmanship and their friendli- ness by presenting a gold Masonic charm to Mr. Pace. Mrs, Pace goes next week to Northbridge. She will be very much missed in the various organizations of which she was a member, for she was a compettent and faithful worker in any- thing she undertook. Albert W. Harris succeeds Mr. Paoce as overseer of the cloth room. Albert Saunders is in Backus hospital, Norwich, where he is being treated for serious abscesses on the face. He has been ill for four weeks. The barbers in town sre going to close their shops Thursday afterncon as the stores have been doing for some time. They will be open in the evening, how- ever, which the stores are not. The Cycle Club minstrels from Westerly made a big hit with their performance in Finn Opera house Tuesday night. There were thirty-four men in the company and they brought their own scenery, electrician and orchestra of five pieces. They gave an up-to-date performance, Wwith plenty of new jokes and local hits. Seldom is such varfed talen of the best quality found in any one club. There are over 250 members of this club and it has two orchestras, more than twenty-five piano players, double and single quartettes, and dierent talens of all descriptions. Round after round of enthusiastic applause was accorded them. Their programme fol- lows: Interlocutor, Bernard J. Christy; end men, James J. Moore, Wm. F. Donovan, Eugene O'Neil, Harry M. Bliven, Charles . Chorus,’ G. B. Spargo, Byron Hartson Henry Harvey, Sam Brown, Carl Brucker, Bk o o Al R £ Saturday yfternoon at the Methodist p: sonage in Jewett City, the ceremony b a wreath of apple ing performed by Rev. J. A. Wood. The bride wore a white gown and u veil w blosso! -A dinner was served at the home of Mr. and Mrs. A. P. Anderson in Lisbon where Mr. A derson and his bride are to live. Farmers in this secticn are selling se- IS IDEAL For the Hands Soap, Olatiment. Talewm e averywhere, gor Breakfag; There's more ap- petizing than a dish of’ PoST TOASTIES (Superior Corn Flakes) Only the hearts of selected ing these delicious flakes of o to texture They arg rea serve, Crisp an ot e cream or milk and a sprinkle of it st g Ask For Them By Name Made by Postum Cereal Co,Inc,Battle Creek,Mich.