Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, April 18, 1909, Page 22

HE BUSY BEES must be careful not to copy any stories out of books or papers, but try to write the stories all by themselves. About two weeks ago a story was sent in which was copled from Aesop's Fables, and a short time before that a story was sent in copled from an old story book. storfes all by themselves, for nearly all 1 am sure all of the Busy Bees can write of them have sent in original ones. y Some of the Busy Bees have written to ask If their stories are going to be published. All of the stories received this the exception of three. Two were not year will be published, with original and one was written on both sides of the paper, so you see nearly all of the stories have been saved and will be printed as soon as there is room on the Busy Bees' Own Page. Prizes were awarded this week to Verna Kirschbraun of the Blue side and to Ruth Ashby of the Red side. Honorable mention was given to Minnie Gottsch of the Blue side. Any of the Busy Bees may send cards to anyone whose name is on the Posteard Exchange, which now includes: Neb. Beaver City, Neb. abel Witt, Bennington, Neb. nfia Gottsch, Bennington, Neb. innie Gottsch, Benaington, Neb. nes Dahnike, Benson, Neb. rie Gallagher, Benkelman, Neb. (box 12). May, Central City, Neb. v-:l ney, Crelghton, David City, e Freidsll, Dorcheator, " KEunice Bode, hn- City, Neb. thel Reed, ¥\ ulda Lundbui Marion Capps, lnr'u-'u. Bartholomew, Gothenburg, Neb. e West Koenig streef, Grand ‘West Charles street, Grand 115 West Bighth street, Neb. 405 West Charles street, Gfand Lsland, Neb. Phuline Schulte, 415 West Fourth street, rand Isiand, Neb. l&rlhn Murphy, 923 East rand_Island, Neb. Hugh Rutt, Leshara, Neb. Hester B. Rutt, Leshura, Neb. Alice Temple, Lexington, Neb. Ruth Temple, Lexington, Neb. noa Neilson, Lexington, Neb. iythe Kreitz, Lexington, Neb. arjorie Templ xington, Neb. lice Grassmeyer, 1646 C 8t., Lincoln, Neb. lan Hamilton, 20% Lv 8t., Lincoln, Neb. Hamilton, 2029 L St.” Lincoln, Neb. Irene Disher, %30 L street, Lincoln, Neb. Hughle Disher, 280 L street, Lincoln, Neb. uise Btilas, Lyons, Neb. ol Ninth street, Haze; Letha Llrkln 8o. Sixth St., Bmma Marquardt, Fifth avenue, Norfolk, fones, North Lo\ln Neb. Gerevieve M. Jones, North Loup, Neb. Helen Goodrich, 4010 Nicholas street, Omahs lg red Erickson, 2100 Howard street, ha, % “Erlck-on. 00 Howard street, mahd. Louls Raabe, 2600 North Nineteenth ave- nue, Omaha. Lonn“humn. 2311 Locust street, Kast Norfolk, Neb. llraet and Madi- Mary Brown, 321 Boul Eva Hendes, Wil Dodge Juunita Innes, 2169 Fort street, Omaha. LA Wire." g, Casa stiest, Omaha. Emile Brown, @2 Boulevard, Omaha. Meyer Cohn, §46 Georgla avenue, Omaha. Ada Morris, 8424 Frankiin street, Omaha. Myrile Jensen, 2009 Izard street, Omaha. Gall Howard, 4122 Capitol avenue, Omaha. IHelen Houck, 162 Lothrop street Etserson Goodrich, 4010 Nicholas, Maurice Johnson, 1027 Locust St Leon Carson, 1124 North Fortieth Wilma Howard, 4728 Capitol Ave. Hilah Fisher, 1210 South Eleventh, Omaha. Miidred Jensen, 2107 Leavenworth, Omaha. Edpa Heden, 2783 Chicago street, Omaha. Mabel Bheitolt, 44" Norh Twenty-fifth etreet, Omaha. Walter' Johnson, 2406 North Twentieth street, Omaba. Emma Carruthers, 3211 North Twenty-fift} street, Omaha. Leonora Denison, The Alblon, Tenth and Pacifio_streets, Omaha. Mae Hammond, 'O'Nelll, Neb. Macge L. Danfels, Ord, Neb. Zola Beddeo, Orleans, Neb. Agnes Richmond, Marle Fleming, Lotta Woods, Jarl” Perking, Reddington, Neb. Emma_Kostal, 1616 O street, South Omaha. Edna Enis. Stanton, Neb. Ethel Enis, Stanton, Neb. Ina Carney, Sutton, Clay county, Neb. Clara_Miller, Utic Alta Wilken, Ave Orunke, Went Bolnt, Neb. Elele Stastny, Wilber, Neb. Frederick Ware, Winside, Neb. Pauline Parks, York, Neb, Edna Benling, Yotk Neb. Mary Fred York, Nob. Carsia B Bartiott, Fontancile, Ta. Trene Reynolds, Ldttls Sioux, Ta. Fthel Mulholland, Box 71, Maivern, Ta. Eleanor Mellor. Malvern, Ia. Kathryne Melior, Malvern, Ta. Ruth Robertson, Manllla, Ta. Idildred Robertscn, Maniila, Ta. Margaret B. Witherow, Thurman, Ia. Fred Sorry, Monarch, ‘Wyo. John Barron, Monarch, rd, Omaha. eet, Omaha. Ok, Shelley, " Troup street, Kansas Kan. Henry L. Workinger, care Sterling Remedy company, Attica, Ind. Tottie Has a Party By Halena Davis, OTTIE'S mamma told Tottle that she might have a little party one Saturday afternoon. “And you may go and invite your dearest friends,” sald Tottle's mamma, tying Tottle's hat on hér head s that the wind might not blow ft off, for once Tottle lost her hat while pleying in the yard, for she had not tled the strings under her chin. So the naughty wind took away her hat, carried it off over the hedge and tossed it Into a pond. And that was the last of that hat of Tottle's. And ever since then Tottle's mamma had ocarefully tled Tottie's hat on her head and Tottle had not suffered another such ex- perlence as the one just related. Down the street went Tottle, her curls blowing In the breeze of a warm April day, and Into first'this gate and then Into that passed Tottle, calling at the homes of her little friends and saying to each little com- rade: “My mamma says I may have a tea party this afternoon and that I ma ask all my triends. Will you come, please?" And, of course, each friend was only too happy to say: “Oh, yes, Tottle. I will be there. What are we going to have to eat?" And Tottle would name over the “goodies” that ahe had seen her mamma and the cook preparing for the afternoon tea party. At precisely 3 o'clock a party of ten was assembled In the big dining room of Tot. tle's home, and a gay little group they made, too. There were Johnny Biggs, Gressed In his new sult (made out of his papa's old trousers); Bthel Grace Ray, in her white linen frock with blue braid and pearl buttons; Anna May Davis, wearing r sister Btell's hat Stell was two years der than Amma May) and her lace-trimmed lawn frock; Tommy Perkins, his collar &wry, his tie undone, his face smeared with st (he had engaged In a fist fight with & little boy in the alley on his way to the party) and his temper ruffled; Sadle Jones, her finger wrapped up in a big plece of White cotton (she had cut it with her brother Ned's jackknite) and wearing a palr of new shoes and her old white dress, with one button gone; Lulu Willlams, proud in the possession of & fine new doll, which was dressed “to kill"; Harvey Small, his Halr cut so short that he made all the ehlldren laugh when he pulled off his cap (%0 he put It on again); Nellle Briant, proudly showing a cavity in her mouth where a tooth had been till that very morning, but which now reposed tn Nellle's plak palm as she showed it privately to @ach guest present, explaining how her PApA had “pulled it out with his fingers"; Katle Jones, twin r to Sadle Jones wearing » new plald gingham frock (Sadle had one just lke it, but she got some blood from her cut finger on the front, and, of gourse, her mamma made her take it off and wear her old white dress with une but- ton gone)—and that made all the guests, Tottle being the tenth person in the party. After a number of jolly games—in which Tottie's oldér sister, Florence, led—Tottle's mamma came In with a large platter plled With little round ples, Waeh boy and each #irl got a whole ple to himself, and pretty Sooh Into ten brown, crusty apple ples &ipped ten wets of white teeth, and almost 00 the instant there were ten meuths emptied of the bites of ple, and ten wry faces turning toward sach other with ex- of disappointment. “It's ealty! “Aw! it tastes And from Nellle Briant came the €ry; “Who ever tasted salty ple before? Ugh, 1t's nasty!™ As soon as Tottle's mamma could do 80 she tasted the ple she had given to Tottle, and she, too, spat out the bite, and also made a wry face. But she smiled as she i “I guess cook must have got into salt instead of the sugar when preparing the fruit” Then she began to gather up the ples, telling the guests that they should not be wholly als- appointed, for there were two big custard ples—baked for the motrow—but which they, the guests, might have right now. And then would follow the lce cream and cake, after which there would be nuts, ralsins and figs. But while her mamma was talking away the ples, which had proven so disappoint- ing, Tottle ‘rose and sald, very dellber- ately: “Mamma, cook did net spoft the ples with salt; T did it. I was watching her sweoten the apples that were going into the ples, and T thought she aid not put in enough sugar, so, after she had got it all ready, and had turned her back, I reached into the cupboard and got a big handful of what I thcught was sugar and sprinkled it Into the frult. And when cook came back to her plemaking she stirred the fruit with a big spoon, getting the salt all through it. DBut I didn't know that I got my hand into the salt, mamma, honest. I thought it was sugar.”” Then, blushing from her own confession, Tottie sat down somewhat confused, for her little guests were snickering at her expense, some whis. pering, “Oh, the idea!” But mamma osly laughed and sald; “That proves the old saying that toa many cooks spoll the broth. This time it was the ple that was spoiled. But you shall not miss having ple. I'll out the big custard ples for you, so make ready for them." And you may belleve they all made ready for the custard ple, and several of them whispered to Tottle thut they were glad she had salted the apple ples, for the cus- tard was so much better, for it tasted just like hot ice cream. g And then the real ice cream came, and In great, big saucers, t0o, and with it was cake, lovely chocolate layer cake! And the PArty was a success, after all, even though the little hostess had salted the ple. “MY MAMMA SAYS I MAY HAVE A TEA PARTY. (First Prize.) How Harry Learned His Grammar By Verna Kirschbraun, Aged 12 Years, 5il South Twenty-fourth Street, Omaha. Blue Side. “I think it's horrid when you have to be s0 particular about the grammar you use, and I don't see what difference it makes if you use ain't instead of is not,” grum- bled Harry Smith as he threw his grammar across the room. “Dear me,” sald a volee, and a little man seemed to come out from the very leaves of the book. “Dear me,” he repeated, “isn't it bad enough to have one’s place taken by a usurper without being thrown across the room In such a manner?’ “I beg your pardon,” sald Harry, “but I aia not know you were in the book." As he spoke more men seemed to come out of the book. “Well, I want to tell you that I do live in the book, and, what's more, I don't want my place taken by a usurper llke Ain't over there.” “Well, I'm sure T ald not take your place,” sald the man indignantly. “I can't help it 1t I am used instead of You and Not,” and he turned to Harry. “This man's name is ‘Is’ "', he sald, “and he says I'm taking his and Not's place. He says I'm not importamt, because I'm not put in ‘Webster's diotionary.” Harry felt that Aln't was wrong, but he could say nothing for—he awoke. “I think I understand now about those talk about teacher being p‘rflculllr again.” (Second Prige.) Princess S8ayuka San y Ruth Ashiey, Aged 14 Years, Fairmont, Neb. Red Side. “That's right, Dixe, look your sweetest,” sald Marethe Willamy. “That's just what 'm trying to do, Mar." Dixle s now 18 years old and is attend- ing boarding school in New York. Today a real Japanese prince and princess are to visit the school and that is the cause for all the extra “primping.” Dixie ran down stalrs after a book for Marethe, who was not yet dressed. She met the prince and princess and Miss Scratchley in #:s hall. Bhe had hardly been In the reom ten minutes before Jane, her maid, came in. “Miss Callendar, to see you." “Dear me, Dick, what have you been up to now?' Inquired Mar. ‘Nothing, my dear,” and Dixle ran out. “Miss Dixie, this is the princess, and she wishes to ask you some questions,” sald Miss Scratchley. “I hope you will pardon me, Miss Cal- lendar,” sald the princess in her queer broken Emglish, “but I imagine you look Iike my daughter would if T could see her. Bixteen years ago my husband and I came to America, bringing with us our baby, Bayuka San. Our ship ran aground near Newman's bay, In —, and we seeing no hope for escape, put our baby in & box and set her afloat. Boon, however, a ship picked us up. Though we searched high and low no trace of our darling could be found. This s my story and I hope you will forgive me for bothering you,” fin- ished the little lady, “My real name is mot Callendar,” Dixie. Miss Scratchley wants sald “My father (I always call him so) WILL YOU COME, PLEASBE! found me one stormy night afloa kept me as his own aver since.” It would make my story too long to tell you if I told all the letters that passed be- tween the princess and the Callendars. Enough sald, that Dixie proved to be the missing Sayuka San. Her parents decided to take her back to Japan with them for a trip and then bring her to America to continue her education. They asked Mar- ethe to accompany them as Dixle would be lonely with so many strangers. The Cal- lendars accompanied them to the ship and the bystanders were astonished to hear a boy, no other than Jack, shout: “Farewell, Dixie Callendar! Long live Princess Sayuka San!” He has (Honorable Mention.) Little Boys and Little Sheep By Minnie Gottsch, Aged 13 Years, Ben- nington, Neb. Blue Side. Joe came home with his clothes and even his curls all wringing wet. “Just knew the ice wasn't strong 'nough!” he grumbled. “Then why did you slide?” asked auntte. “'Cause all the other boys did,” sal Joe; “so I had to or they'd laugh, His aunt gave him dry clothes, set him down by the fire and made him drink hot ginger tea. Then she told him a story. “When I was a lttle girl, Joe, my father had a great flock of sheep. They were queer things; where one went, all the rest followed. One day the big ram found a gap in the fence, and he thought it would be fun to see what was in the other fleld. So in he jumped, without looking where he was going, and down he tumbled to the bottom of an old dry well where father used to throw stones and rubbish. The next sheep never stopped to see what had become of him, but jumped right after and the next, and the next, although father tried to drive them back, and Watch, the old sheep dog, barked his very loudest. But they just kept pn jumping and jumping till the well was full. Then father had to pull them out as best he could, and the sheep at the bottom of the well were almost smothered to death.” “My! what sllly fellowsd" exclaimed Joe. Then he looked up at his aunt and laughed. How The Pussy Willows Got Their Gray Balls By Willlam Young, 116 North Thirty- First Avenue. Red Sid: There was once some little puuy wil- lows that lived in a big forest. They had lived there for nine years and were quite tall. Now you must know that these trees ‘or pussy willows—we will call them trees, for this was before thcy had any gray balls on, had no gray balls snd looked like common trees, It happened one day that a blg bulldog was run- ning after a cat. The cat ran up one tree like a squirrel and cut a hole in the bark of it. Then she jumped into another tree, and another, until she had cut the bark of every tree. The sap came out and made & little ball of hard sap. One day a falry came to see the trees and, seeing what the cat had done, she took her wand and hit the hard sap of each tree slap! slap! slap! The next day around came the same little falry and hit the balls of hard sap again. This time & little, soft, gray ball came out. Then they came out all over the trees. When the trees looked at themselves the next day and sew the gray balls and the fairy who stood by laughed and sald: “Goed morning, pussy willows. The pussy willows were mad to think that the cat @id it all. But they were proud to think that there were no other trees in all the forest like them. Step by Step alm, Aged 18 Years, 3401 Burt By e ek, Omaha:. Red Bide. Charley Drake was going fishing, not for pleasure as most boys usually go for, but to get fish for the table at home, he being & poor boy of but 14 years of age, and having no father, brothers or s He ltved with his poor mother near a rall- road yard. It happened that while Charley was walk- ing along the railroad tracks toward the pond he came to a place where a huge rook, which was beyond his strength to move, was lying in the middle of the track. Charley knew a passenger train was about due and also that & great many lives were in dahge Snatehing off his coat he removed his sweater. He then grabbed the sweater and Jumped upon the rock and awalted the ap- proaching train. At once Charley began to wave the sweater to attract the attentlon of the enginger. The engineer's first glance eaught the signal and a second the rock. He gave a groan, but it was no time for groaning, and he knew that. He falled to stop the train untll within a few feet of the rock, Charley, seeing the train coming at full speed, had jumped, for he thought the train would not stop; but it i, The passengers came pouring from the coaches to learn why such a quick and short stop had been made. Having learned the cause, they crowded around Charley. One passenger went around with his hat and after having recelved a small contribu- tion gave it to the brave litte hero. Charley was never 8o happy in his life. He thanked everyone and everyone thanked him. On arriving home he showed it to his mother and sald, “Now Wwe can have some- thing else besides fish for diuner.” At first she thought he had stolen it, but he soon told her the tale. Charely then thought it would be thing to become & railroad man. to be a railroad president,” “and why can't It His brave act was not forgotten and he ‘was coon given a position as errand boy at the frelght yards. From this position he became & trucker. He worked around the trains as brakeman, then sonductor, and by zealous work he was made assistant to the superintendent and so on, step by step, untll tinally he became what he wanted to be—president of & large raliroad. But it great “I want said Charley, was only through hard work and ambition that he has risen so high. Mr. Charles Drake is now a good and honest man and helps the poor in many ways. This and many other things show us that poor but homest boys may become great and wise men. Marion’s Honesty By Ethel Cressey, Aged 12 Years, 82 North Twentieth Street. Red Side. Marion Wagner was one of the poorest girls throughout the state of Alabama. Her father was killed by a railroad train when Marfon was 8 years old. Marfon's mother was lylng sick In bed and had not been able to work for three months, so Marion tried to sell matches, but no one seemed to look at her. On day Marion asked a lady to buy some matches but she answered: “No, 1 have plenty at home.” The lady was hur- rying home very fast and not noticing dropped her pocketbook which contained tensdollars. Marlon picked ft up opened it and thought, “This will help mamma," but just then she heard a volce say: “Take it back, take it back." Marion thought & while and running after her sald: “This is your pocketbook; ydu dropped 1t." The lady thanked Marion for giving It to her. The next day Marion sat by her mother's bedsidg cry)ng, for her mother was worse than Yestofday and, Marion looked up sur- prised by the call of “Mall,”" and getting an envelope opened it and found the same pocketbook with the same ten dollar bill n it, that she found yesterday. Then telling her mother about it she hurried down In town to get the doctor, and by Marion's honesty her mother was ocured of her iliness. Moral:~Honesty s the best policy. Disobeying Mother By Bdna Balgren, Aged 12 Years, Kearney, Neb. Blue Stide. “Mamma,” sald Helen Sanford, “may I 80 to Elsie Black's and play snowball?" “No, dear,” sald Mrs. Sanford. “It is too cold out for a little girl with a cold. Helen appeared to be satisfied, but she was not. Bhe walted a while. Mrs. San- ford had gone down town, and would not be back till dark. “Isn't that just eplen- did,” though Helen. “Helen, be a good gir! and don't go out doors or over to Hisle sald her mother. ““Yes, go out,”” were her last words. She had told a story, and, oh, how easy it was to tell a story, too “Oh, Helen,” sald Bl “come out and play snow ball, it is so much fun.” “All right,” sald Helen, “just wait till I wrap up good, then I know mamma won't care,” sald the naughty girl. \ Mamma had come home and it was dark. She had brought Helen a new blue silk dress and had called her a good, nice girl because she had not disobeyed. That night when Helen had gone to bed and everybody in the house was asleep but Hel she thought she heard a ghost say, Jaughty girl, naughty girl,” and “I'll get you, I'll get you,"” and she was 80 frightened she did not move for fear ghe would be discovered, and she thought to herself, “I'll never tell a lie or disobey mamma again, no, never.’” And the next morning she told her mother of her sin, and mother didn’t scold or say a word, but her face did. Helen mever disobeyed again. Tomkins’ Adventure By Eleanor Mellor, Ex-Queen. aged 18 Years, Malvern, Ia. Blue Side. Tompkins and his mother and brothers and sisters lived in the cellar of & large house. Tompkins wae a very bad cat and always was in mischief, or running away. Tompkins' mother was going to have some company that night so she dressed them all up nice and clean and told them to g0 outdoors gnd play till the company came. Tompkins knew he would have no fun, be- ing dressed up so clean and nice, so he sneaked over to Mr. Brown's house about a block away to eatch mice for himself. Mr, Brown was very cruel to cats and dogs, so it happened that Tompkins was one of the animals to be mistreated that night. While Tompkins was in the yard Mr. Brown saw him and he began throw- Ing stones at him. It was getting late, so Tompkins thought he had better go home, Ho was sore and sick and very tired and hungry. He could not find his way home, so he went into a cold barn and laid down. He dreamed he was at home, where It was nice and cozy. He woke up and started home. ‘When he got there no one was at home, s0o he had to stay alone all morning. When they came home he told his mother he was sorry he had disobeyed her and would not do it again. Rastus By Martha Alden, Aged 9 Years, Elmo, Mo. Blue Side. Rastus was a mischievous negro boy. It had been smowing real hard all night and when Rastus awoke In the morning he saw a large sheet of snow upon the ground. He hurried and dressed and went and had his breakfast and was soon on his way to sehool. On the way he met his colored triends. He snowballed them, but they did not retort because they had it laid up for Rastus. That night after school when the children_were out of sight of the school house they snowballed Rastus and threw him in banks of spow and that got his clothes wet. That evening when he got home from school he found his mother not at home. He took off his old clothes and put them In the oven to dry and got his §00d clothes on. When his mother got home she snelled and saw a great smoke eoming from the oven. Bo she opened the oven door and to her surprise she saw Rastus' clothes burned to a crisp. “Hur- rah,” thought Rastus, “now I will get to wear my good clothes.’’ But his mother fooled him. The next morning she put an old supbonmet and & mother hubbard on him and sent him to school. Atfer this be was known as “Snowball."” He never snow- balled those boys agaln. T By Aleda Boln'gell. Aged 11 Years, Elgin, cb. Blue Bide Helen Bo.nm was @ very lazy little girl and she always wanted to read and do something clse. One day as she was looking over some papers she saw the chil- dren's page. Bhe took it up and read it She saw that they were going to vote for king and queen very soon. “Oh, I will write and see If I don't get to be queen,” she sald. Bhe wrote a very good story about the “Brownies' Lesson.” All that week seemed very long, but when the paper did come and she looked at the storles there was no story for her, She threw It down and then went outdoors. She lay down on the and began thinking. As she lay there she heard little voices, and looking up she saw the little busy bees, and they were singing. One of them sneered at her and said: “Afrald to try again.” Then they all laughed at her and sang, “Try, try again.” Then she woke up and after that she never forgot her dream and always tried agaln. Mr. Gray and Mr, Smith By Willlam Young, Aged 10 Years, North Thirty-First Avenue, Omaha. Blue Side. There was once a little mouse who lived in & hole in the cellar of a big house. One day he went to visit his friend, a mouse living in the country. Now you must know that his friend was a fleld mouse and lived In the ground. When Mr. Gray (for that was his name) got to the fleld mouse's home the field mouse was out getting din- ner. Boon he came home and sald, “I am very glad to see you, Mr. Gray.” “Is din- ner ready yet, Mr. Smith?” (Mr. Smith was the fleld mouse's name.) After dinner they took a run in the fleld. It began to get dark, so Mr. Gray sald, “Mr. Smith, I want you to come over tomorrow and have dinner with me.” “All right” sald Mr. Smith. The next day Mr. Smith came to Mr. Gray's house. Mr. Gray was walting for him at the cellar door. Mr. Gray took him into his house. When it was midnight Mr. Smith went out with Mr. Gray to get something to eat. Mr. Gray went into the pantry after some cheese. Mr. Bmith saw a mousetrap. He saw the cheese In It and was going to get it when Mr. Gray called to him from the dining room, where he was on the table. A fine dinner remained on the table. After they had eaten all they wanted they got off the table and were golng home when puss, who was taking a nap, heard a knife fall. Bhe saw, too, the two mice going home and, whis! she was after them like the wind. Mr. Gray took the mousetrap for his home and ran in it He Nit his poor little nese against the chees: and, snap! the trap shut on his neck. In the meantime Mr. Smith was down tie hole and home in a minute. Grandma’s Dream’ By Marguerite Johnson, Aged 7 Years, 933 North Twenty-fifth avenue, Omaha, Blue Side. Grandma had just lald her knitting away neatly, for the day. She sat down by the glowing fireside, waiting till tea time. In sprang her grandson, Ittle Phillp, saying, “O, Granny, do tell me about when you were a little girl.” “You want a story, do you? Tt is fifteen minutes before tea time, so I will tell you about a dream I had that I shall never for- get.” So she began: “I had been reading a story called the “Garden Behind the Moon.” When I went to my littie bed that night, I saw the full moon ‘shining in threugh my window. I ‘was soon fast asleep. This is what I dreamed: “A beautiful falry touched me with her wand. Instantly I found myself in & gar- den behind the moon, in the midst of a dozen happy childrer I was soon playing with them. They br. ght me to an orch- ard on whose trees peppermints and gum drops grew. The snow that fell was made of ice eream. “Just as I wes going to take a mouthful of the ico cream, 1 was awakened by the chimes in the steeple, so my dream will remain unfinished forever." Doing Good By Roso Brodkey, Aged 10 Years, 610 South Thirty-fifth Avenue, Red Side. “I don't know what to do thls rainy day,” sald Gladys. “Well, take the joke book,” said her mother. Soon afterwards Gladys was heard laughing. “The sun is out, may I go out, mother?” “Yes, dear.” Gladys saw her playmate with red eyes. “Come here, Kate; let me cheer you up.” She told Kate some jokes and afterwards Kate couldn't stop laughing. She kissed Gladys a thousand times, and whispered, “You have cheered my lonesome heart.” Gladys felt proud and told her mother. The next day was her birthday. She thought she wasn't going to have & party. Her mother told her to glean up because they were golng to have company. Soon af- terward were volces, “Surprise! Surpris Gladys jumped. After she got cooled down they played games, pulled candy and told riddles, There was a beautiful birthday cake with elght candles. On it was written with frosting, “For the lttle girl who found something to do.” The Fairies’ Ball By Helen Verrlll, Aged 12, Years, the Streh- low, No. 15, Omal Blue Side, It was a bright moonlight night. The leaves were murmuring softly and the flow- ers were nodding their heads to each other. They were whispering together about the fairies' ball which was going to take place that very evening. As they were whispering soft, sweet mu- ste came floating through the alr and a long line of falrles came marching along., First came the queen, with a dress of white pop- ples and a golden buttercup crown on her fair long hair. As I said before, she had long, light, wavy hair and big blue eyes the color of the sky and as bright as stars; a grass 118 RIDING Rouad the world goes Edug May n her horse, so grand and gay. Oulop. trot_and maybe run. Oh, but riding’ “Ge up, horse; Edn And old horsey fairly flies Down the valley, up the hill; Always ing—never still! Round the WWM then quickly back; Comls the self-same track; For ‘tis tea time, don't you know, And they must no farther ko, Letter From the King Dear Editor and Busy Bees: I hadn't had the least idea of being chosen king. I wish to thamk the Busy Bees who woted for me. ‘When told the chlldren out here in Wyoming that I was king of the Red Side they all were surprised. Yours truly, FRED SORRY, Monarch, Wyo., April 6 little mouth lke & rossbud, and complex- fon of pink and white. Then came her maids of honor, all dressed in light blue morningglories. And all the otber fairles ‘were dressed In pink pepples. They all sat down and the queen turned to a bright, pretty falry and sald, “Violet, won't you tell us a story or sing & song? So Violet began to sing & song. When she was fin- ished all the fairfes clapped thelr hands and said it was beautiful. Then the queen asked a falry named Rose to tell a story. Next week I will tell you the story Rose told. The Talking Clock By erluerlts Johnson, Aged 7 YMl'l, s rth Twenty-fifth Avenue, Blue Side. One day, when Bobby Plerce's mother had gone to see & sick friend, and nurse had left the nursery for a few minutes, Bobby remembered the honey jar on the pantry shelf. A naughty thought struck him, that he must clamber up on his high chalr and reach that honey. Yes, he must. As he ran slyly down the back stairway, the old clock seemed to say? “Go-back, & back.” But Bobby could not resist the temptation. So quietly he olimbed up the chalr, in the meantime the oclock centinuing to say, “Go-back, go-bac in the samo solemn manner, and he took down the jar with trembling hands. After he had eaten half of the contents, he suddenly began to feel very ill, so, putting it back in its place, it slipped out of his tiny fingers. Crash! it fell to the floor, while the honey landed on Bobby's halr. Imagine nurse's distress ‘when she beheld Bebby's yellow halr drip- ping with honey. But that was not the ‘worst, for the child was confined to his little bed for three whole days. Every morning he would say, “If I would have only minded that wise old clock.” Harry's Visit By Fernitta Lindfield, AM l. Yll.rl. La Platte, Neb. Harry sat out under (h. I-rn thinking about the falries. “How I wish I ocould fairies.” “I have come to grant your wish.” “Oh, how good you are to me. where are yout" “Here I am. Take hold of my hand and we will go up.” Up they went, far up In the sky. last they came to the mountains. “Is this where you lve? “Yes. Now look." Harry looked and the mountains opened. “Now here you are and hereis your din- ner. Oh, you dear little boy, you are the first to find us, and you have ceme to live with us" “Oh, mo. I must go home, for my mother will be looking for me to huddle in my warm bed." “Oh, stay,” they all cried. He stayed over night. Then he got up, washed and ate his breakfast. Then they played music for him after dinner and he awoke at his own home, How Nellie Learned a Lesson By Mary Brown, Aged 13 Years, 223 Boulevard Avenus, Omaha. Red. “Hello, Marle, are you Invited to Rose's birthday party?' cried Nellle, ‘‘No, are you?’ asked Marie. “O, then, you can't come with me if you are not Invited, go on home,” sald Nellle. Peor Marle, hew sorry she felt, that she was being o badly abused, but shd went home. Boén Nellle met Ruth, one of her best playmates, “Hello, Ruth, you invited to Rose's party?’ “O! I den't know as I was. 1 was not home all day,” sald Ruth. But poor Nellle got mad just use Ruth did not know whether she was invited or not and told her to go home also, that she did not care to play with such a smarty. But every girl Nellle met she told them to go heme unless they were invited to the party. Soon Friday afternoon came and the time came when Nellle was to go to the party. She started at 1 o'clock from home, 80 as she would not come late. She got there and sat down to wait till the rest of the girls would come. Soon the girls came, all fn & bunch. But Nellle found that they were all the girls she was mad at and they would not play with her. Poor Nellie sat down in the corner and cried and missed all the fun. After the party was nearly over, Nellie &ot up and asked the girls if she might Joln in the fun. Bhe told the girls she was very sorry that she was 3o selfish and rude to them tho day before and asked them if they would please forgive her. Dick’s Temptation. By Rhea Freldell, Aged 10 Years, Dor chester, Neb. Blue Side. Dick's mother had left him in charge of the baby while she went to town to do her trading. He had arranged to go skat- ing with the boys, but he thought it would be better for him to obey his mother, so he put his skates away and rocked the baby to sleep. Pretty soon the boys came by and Carl Smith seld to Dick, “Come alcng Dick. The ice is fine and we ‘vill have a fine time." “But I have promised my mother to wath the baby until she comes hack from town and baby is asleep upstairs,” said Dick. ever mind the baby. She won't wake up,” said Carl. Dick hesitated. He remembered his mother's words to take good cere of the baby. Then the plcture of his little sister asleep In the oradle came before him. “No, I cannot go,” he said. “Well, como on boys, leave him to look after the baby, the lttle milksop,” sald Carl, and they went off. In half an hour Dick's mother returned and told him he might go skating now. Dick was not long In gettng to the pond where the boys were skating. Dut what was the trouble? And wny was all that shouting? Carl Smith and Hald Jones had been skating and the 1ce had broken and let them in. Carl Smith was drowned, while Harold Jones revived, but was I for tour weeks afterwards. Dick was very thankful he had reaisted the temptation. If he had gone he might bave beon drowned with Cerl Savth, . 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