Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, May 2, 1909, Page 24

OME very pretty stories appropriate for the beautiful springtime been sent in by the Busy Bees. some of the birds, animals, and some by the flowers. These have Stories supposed to have been told by storfes show that the Busy Bees have good imaginations and that they take an interest in the beautiful things about them. The story' which was given honorable mention this week points a good moral for the little writers of the Busy Bees’ Own Page. the Busy Bees understand the meaning of the word “‘origina: Although most of there have been two or three who did not know that they had to write thé stories themseives and that copled stories are not to be used. { Prizes were awarded this week to sid and to Helen Verrill, also on the Blue side. Rena N, Mead, queén bee of the Blue Honorable mention was given to Ruth Ashby, ex-queen, on the Red side. Any of the Busy Bees may send cards to anyone whose name is on the Postcard Exchange, which now includes: Jean De Long, Ainsworth, Neb, L McCoy, Barnston, Neb. lljan Merwin, Beaver City, Neb Mabel Witt, Bennington, Neb. ‘nn Gottsch, Bennington, Neb. innie Gottsch, Bennington, Neb. Agnes Dahmke, Benson, Ncb. Marie Gallagher, Benkelman, Neb. (box 12). 1da May, Central City, Neb. Vera Cheney, Creighton, Neb. Louls Hahn, David City, Neb. Rhea Freidell, Dorchester, Neb. Eunice Bode, 'Falls City, Neb. thel Reed, Fremont, Neb. eb, ulda Lundburg, Fremont, Marion Capps, Gibson, Neb, Marguerite tholomew, Gothenburg, Neb. dia Roth, 605 West Koenlg street, Grand sland, Neb. Ella Voss, 407 West Charles street, Grand 1sland, Neb. Irene Costello, 1156 West FEighth street, d_Island, Neb, e Crawford, 4056 West Charles street, Grand Island, Neb. Pauline Schulfe, 412 West Fourth street, Grand Island, Neb. Martha Murphy, 23 East Ninth street, Grand Island, Neb. Hugh Rutt, Leshara, Neb. Hester E. Rutt, Leshara, Neb. Alice Temple, Lexington, Neb. Ruth Temple, Lexington, Neb. Anna Neilson, Lexington, Neb. Edythe Kreitz, Lexington, Neb. Marjorie Temple, Lexington, Neb. Alice Grassmeyer, 1546 C 8t., Lincoln, Neb, Marian Hamilton, 2029 L, 8t., Lincoln, Neb. Flele Hamiiton, 2020 L 8t, Lincoln, Neb, Irene Disher, 2030 L street, Lincoin, Neb, ughle Disher, 280 L street, Lincoln, Neb. ulse Stiles, Lyons, Neb. Estelle McDonald, Neb. Nebrt City, Neb, Milton eiser arry Crawford, Nebraska City, Neb. Haryey Crawford, Nebraska City, Neb. Luclle Hazen, Norfolk, Neb. Letha Larkin, Bo. Sixth 8t., Norfolk, Neb. Emma Marquardt, Fifth street and Madi- son avenue, Norfolk, Neb. Mildred F. Jones, North Leoup, Neb. Qerevieve M. Jones, North Lowp, Neb. elen Goodrich, 410 Nicholas street, Omahs Orrin Fisher, 1210 South Eleventh street, Omaha. Mildred Erickson, Omaha. Erickson, 09 Howard 2100 Howard street, Raabe, 26009 North Ninetcenth ave- ue, Omaha. I':"nuu Johnson, #83 North Twenty-fifth avenue, Omaha. street, Lena Petersen, 2811 Locust street, East Omal tna Carney, Sutton, Clay county, Neb. Clara_Miller, Utica,” Neb. Alta Wilken, Waco, Nrb. Mee Grunke, West Poit, Neb. Elsie Stastny, Wilter, Neb. Frederick Wai ‘Winside, Neb. Pauline Parks, Yotk, Neo. Edna Behling, York, Neb. Mary Frederick, Yafk, Neb. Carrle B. Bartiétt, Fontanelle, Ia. i Reyncids, Bioux, Ta. Fthel Mulholland, Box 71, Malvern, Ia. Eleanor Mellor. Malvern, Ia Kothryne Melior, Malvern, Ia. Ruth Robertson, Manill ildied Robertscn, Maniila, Ta. Margaret B. Withérow, Thurman, Ia. Fred Sorry, Monarch, Wyo. John Barron, Monarch, Wye. Edith Amend; Sheridan, Wyo. Pauline Squire, Grand, Okl. Fred Shelley, 230 /Troup street, Kani City, Kan. Henry L. Workingegs gace Sterling Remedy company, Attica, Ind. Mary Brown, 2321 Boulevard, Omaha. Eva Hendee, 4402 Ddge street, Omaha. an Wirt, teet, Omaha. Emile Brown, 2328 wn'ulevnr. Omaha. Meyer Cohn, #46 Gétrgia avenue, Omaha. Ada_ Morris, 3424 Franklin street, Omaha. Myrile Jensen, 2000 Izard street, Qmaha. Gail Howard, {722 Capitol avenue, Omaha. Ielen Houck, 16% Lothrop strcet, Omaha. Eroerson Goodrich, 4010 Nicholas, Omaha. Maurice Johnson. 181 Locust St Omaha, Leon Carson, 1424 North Fortleth, Omaha. Wilma Howard, 4728 Capitol Avé., Omaha. Hilah Fisher, 1210 Solith Eleventh, Omaha. Mildred Jensen, 2107 Leavenworth, Omaha. Edna Heden, 2789 Chicago street, Omaha. Mabel Sheifelt, 414 North Twenty-fifth etreet, Omahh. e ohatd 36 North Twentleth street, Omaha. Walter' Johnson, Emma Carruthers, 621 North Twenty-fift! street, Omaba. Leonora Denison, The Albion, Tenth and Pacific streats, pllll.hll. Mae Hammond, 'O'Nelll, Neb. Mocge L. Danlels, Otd. Neb. Zola Beddeo, Orleans, Neb. Agnes Richmond, Orme-. Neb. Marie Fleming, Os¢eala, Neb. Lotta Woods, Pawhee City, Neb. Earl Perkins, Reddington, Neb. Emma_ Kos 1516 O street, South Omaha Edra Enis, Stanton, Ethel Enis, Stantoti, —————————————————————————————————————————————————————— GREAT many, many years ago there lived in one of the river regions of Central Africa & monkey by the name of Squinkie. He was the eldest son of old Mrs. Monk, and heiped her to find the finest cocoanuts, the freshest berries, and the youngest of car- rots for the family larder. In fact, Squinkle was the mainstay of the family after his father's death, which occurred In & most tragic manner. But this story is to be told about S8quinkle, and not about his parents, we shall not go into detalls about the sad end- ing of Squinkle's papa. Suffice it to say that Squinkle had been obliged to take bis father's place as chief fighter and pro- vider for the family, which consisted of the mother, Squinkle, a sister and a brother, One day, while in the depths of the for- est—a place so dense with interwoven vines and underbrush, and so crowded by great trees, whose branches Intermingled so thickly that the light of the sun could searcely penetrate—Squinkie pricked up his ears at a most unusual sound. Now there was not a beast, nor a reptile, nor a bird in all that part of Africa with whom £quinkie was not acquainted. 7 don’'t mean that he was on speaking terms with his fellov creatures that belonged to species different from his own; but he knew them by sound. He could tell the instant a rhinoceros stepped Into the jungle. He knew the soft glide of the snake. He un- derstood the approach of the lion, or the leopard, though he did not see the form of the creature who made the nolre of/ap- proach. But on this day Squinkle heard & new sound—a strange, -rattling of leaves and underbrush, a nols¢ never made by any. of the creatures he was accustomed to hearing. Se he pricked up his ears and listened intently, & feeling of mingled fear and curiosity taking possession of him. Then, peering through the jungle, Bquinkie saw a sight that made his deep- set eyes open very, very wide. A black creature, walking on two very long, stralght legs. And beside him another creature—a white one—walking on two very long, straight legs. And the limbs that grew out from their shoulders were used for carry- ing things, the same as he, Squinkie, often used his front legs to carry things. But never hud Squinkie stood so upright—just like a tree, with his front legs folded up a carrying strange weapons. Often Squinkle had carried a great stick—picked up. from the ground—with which to beat another monkey who might Interfere with his affaire in the way of getting what faod he desired. But these creatures were the strangest he had ever seen, and did not belong to Squinkle's forest Squinkie, knowing that self-preservation meant hiding in the tree branches, hur- riedly swung himselt far above the place where he knew these strange creatures would soon pass, for they were tearing vines and branches away so that they might pass through. Just beyond this dense spot was a more open space, where one could get about without so much trouble. And It seemed that these croatures weére making for that spot. But to Squinkie's surprise there popped Into sight another black being, and all were walking upright on long. stralght legs, and all carrylng in thelr short front legs had arms, but Squinkle thought of as logs) weapons, And still more and; more of the black creatures. tlirust themselves through the underbrush, fol- lowing the first black one and the tail the place we'll find the monkeys," sald the leader of the band of tall beings. But, of course, Squinkie did not under- stand a single word of what was sald. And peither would you have uaderstood, Squinkie, the African Monkey By Mand Walker. for the creature dld. not speak our lan- guage. But in his own tongue—a very pecullar one it wasl—he told the tall white creature that they were now in the place to find the monkeys. “I don't want any of them shot,” spoke the white creature in the same peculiar tongue employed by the black leader or gulde. “I want them taken without a wound, for a8 I hdve told you, they are to be used for show purposes. They will be put In cages and carried all over the world."” Although the black guide did not seem to quite understand what a show or a cage or “all ovkr thé world" meant, he did understand that monkeys were the obfect of the hunt through the forest, and that they—the monkeys—must not be in- jured’ in any way. “We'll get 'em with our traps,” explained the guide. So the white man (for of course you have understood that the tall creatures walking on long, stralght legs were men) sald that was just what he wanted. Then the group of black men—with one white man In thelr midst—stood directly underneath the tree in whose branches Squinkle was hiding. And Squinkie, being a warrior bold, looked about for some dead bits of branchés that he might break off easily to be throwh on the heads of his enemies should they look up and behold him there, As he was securing a stick—for one was close at hand=he saw one of the black men look up into the vefy branches where he was perched. Then stieh a shout went up from the whole band of black creaturcs, and they began to elifib the trees surround- ing Squinkie, going Uy them with the agility of monkeys themselves. Squinkie under- stood his danger, but never lost his head. He grasped the loose, dead limb, and tear- ing It from its pldce, hurled it into the very center of the froup of long-legged beings below. A hoWl of rage and pain went up from the man who was hit. It was the white one, &nd the stick—thrown with such vehemenge—had struck him across the eyes and had broken the bridge of his nose. Of course, the blacks had to minister to leade: their injured the mighty White Hunter who had leAfned their tongue in order to enslave thémi and to make them work for him. ThS Ejide bound up the White Hunter's ing face and they turnied about to 6 their pteps to the Black Men's vl Where the white man PEERING THROU HI8 EYES O THE RULES FOR YOUNG WRITERS 1. Write plainly on ome side of the paper only and number the pages. 8. Use pen and ink, mot pencil 3. Short and pointed article be given preference. Do mot 250 words. wtocdes or letters only 4. will be used. 6. Write your mame, age and ad- dress ot tho top of the first page. First and second prizes of books will be given for the best two co tributions $o this page each week. Addross all communications to CHILDREN'S DEPARTMENT, Omaha Bee. will over (First Prize.) The May Pole Party By Rena N, Mead, Queen Bee, Aged 13 Years, Blair, Neb. Blue Side. It was May day and the children in Glen- dale were having a fine time In Emma Jane's large front lawn. A big tall pole with green and white strings stood in the center. The little boys and girls filed in one by one, expecting to have a nice time. There were just twenty-four, for that was all ‘that could play at the May pole. Twelve were girls and twelve were boys. All were small, for Emma Jane was only 5 years old. After lunch the climax came. They were dancing ‘round the May pole when Emma Jane stepped on Helen's string. It was carelessly done, but it was not to be helped now. Heler. was angry because Emma Jane would not give up her string. She knew she could not play any longer at that, so she began to throw angry taunts at Bmma Jane. “You horrid, horrid girl,” she said. “I shall never, never come to your party again She emphasized this with a stamp of her small foot, “I don't care if you don't, we shan't miss you much. I only wish you would ‘go home right now." Helen could not stand this any longer, 8o she began to cry and started for the gate, Just at this time Emma Jane's mother came out to see what the trouble was. She was ashamed of Emma Jane. Helen was called back and Emma Jane was forgiven. \ Mrs. Grey, for that was Emma Jane's mother, sewed the string together and the fun went on as before. When they started home Emma Jane kissed Helen and told her that it was all Ler fault and she should have given up her string, but Helen thought different, because she had been so hasty with her words. (Second Prize.) The Story of the Pine Tree By Helen Verrill, Aged 12 Years, The Streh- low, No. 19, Omaha. Blue Side. Now, this is the story Dalsy told as I was resting Inside the carnation. It told me up. Many hundreds years ago, when pine tree branches grew llke any other trees there was a king who reigned over the rainbow. He had a most beautiful sister called Nature, and at each end of the rainbow was a pot of gold. The king had an enemy whose name was Old Age. why the pine tree holds its branches Well, it was a bright moonlight night and there came an old man walking through the woods. He had something under his coat, and at nearly every step he looked arsund. 8o, you may be sure, he wasn't doing right, and this was the king's enemy. The old man stepped on a twig and it cracked so loud that he got frightened and took a big pot of gold from under his coat and threw it up In a tree, and then hurried away as fast as he could. Early next morning the king went to his sister and asied her If she had seen one of the pots of gold; that It was gone. She sald, OMAHA SU BEE: NDAY MAY “No." Then the king went to all the trees and asked them all if they had seen it, but none of them had. When the king came to the forest where the old man had been the night before, he asked all thd trees in the forest, but they had not seen it. The king then said, “‘Hold up your arms, that I may see you are telling the truth.”” All the trees held up their arms, but out of one tree fell the pot of gold. The king was very angry, and sald, “So you are the thief, are you The tree sald, “No I had seen nothing of the pot of gold until now. And to prove my honesty, I am going to hold my arms forever toward heaven.' And as Dalsy ended the queen turned to another little fairy whom she called Violet and sald, “You may tell your story next, Violet." Next week I will tell you the story Violet told. (Honorable Mention.) The Drone By Ruth Ashby, Ex-Queen, Fairmont, Neb. Red Side. Once upon a time, in our hive of Busy Bees, there was a drone. Tnstead of working hard and writing original stories, as the other Bees did, she concluded to copy one out of an old reader that she owned. “No one will be likely to own such a book,” she reasoned, “and it's a much casler and quicker way than writing an original one."” 8o she copied the story, word for word, nearly, and used even the same names. Now, one of the Busy Bees saw this and recognized the plece, got out an old book in her possession and compared them. Sure enough, they were exactly alike. Now, the drone felt sorry for what she had done when she saw her dishonest story in print. 8o she decided to write an original story just as nice as possible. This she did and was rewarded by seeing her own story in print. The Spelling Match By Verna Kirschbaun, Aged 12 Years, 511 South Twenty-fourth Street, Omaha, Neb. Blue Side. There was to be a ‘spelling match at school, In which all the children were to take part. The prize was §10, which was offered by Mr. Grey, who was on the school board. ‘i Of the children who were to take part, Mary Brown was the most anxious to win, because she knew that the $10 would buy many things that would be useful to her family. The children often came to her to invite her to play with them, but she always re- fused, saying that she had to study. At last the day for the spelling match arrived and the children were very much exclted, The first words that out were spelled correctly. At last came the word, “sacrifice,” and one by one the children missed. Mary realized that her turn would come soon, and as everyone else was missing the word she knew that the time had come for her to fall or to win. She knew what the word meant, for had not her mother sacrificed all she had to glve Mary an education? At last came the word, ‘‘next,” and Mary realized that it was her turn. She closed her eyes, and the letters seemed to come to her mind. She spelled the word and as she stopped and heard the peotle clapping, she knew that she had won the prize. But after school, as she was walking home she sald to herself, “I don't belleve I will ever miss the word ‘sacrifice’ again.” Ned’s Mistake By Mary Brown, Aged 13 Years, 2322 Boule- vard Street, Omaha, Neb. Red Side. Ned, the blg Newfoundland dog, was lay- ing by the stove, when In walked a big white Afgora cat. The cat did not notice the dog until she came quite near to him. the teacher gave would procure herbs and dressing for his wound. : “We'll come here In a few days and get that very fellow that hurled the ‘stick at me,”" declared the White Hunter, his anger at boiling heat. “And when we get him we'll kill him; that's the way we'll put a stop to his fighting with jagged sticks which break gmen's noses and almost put out their eyes." But Squinkle did not hear the White Hunter's threat against him, for he was making all possible speed through the forest, learing from branch to branch, from tree to tree, with the rapidity of a bird on the wing, and before the White Hunter's face had been wrapped In a bandage torn from his own garments, Squinkie was far, far out of sight of the place where the BNNRNARY F7oR THE JUNGLE EQUINKIE SBAW A SIGHT THAT MADE VERY, VERY WILE, evil enemies had seen him. And when, half an hour later, Squinkie entered the confines of his own particular wood—where a great many monkeys dwelt ~he went with all possible speed to his mother and told her the story of his ex- perience. Of course, his language was not a very extensive one and he had much difficulty in describing the tall creatures who had walked on the ground, their bodies so stralght—just like certain trees, and who had displayed a notion to entrap him. But he made her understand that there was great danger threatening Monkey- town, and she was not long in arousing all the monkeys, telling them that they must flee, and fice at once, to some more secluded place. And that night, while the White Hunter rolled and tossed on his pallet of pain in the Black Men's village, Bquinkie and all his family and friends and nelghbors and acquaintances were moving to the south- ward with all speed, and when the morning dawned they had come Into a beautiful place surrounded by a swamp where it would be almost impossible for the foot of man to tread, for the jungle that lay between the swamp and outer world was 80 dense that even a snake had Aifficulty in creeping through And to this day the natives of the Black Men's village tell of the time, long, long ago when a great White Hunter came ameng them, and learned their tongue in so short a time, and gave them many trinkets of shining things to adorn themsel and that all he wanted was r assistance in atching the monkeys that lived in the forest near to the village. But they shake ds when they come to that part of ¢ where one monkey hit the great Hunter arross the nose and broke infu=s? man died of his fev « and was buried there at the outskirts of the village, and how no native of that village can ever be tempted to try to take into captivity the monkeys. And that 18 why In one part of Africa Squinkie and those of his own band, were safe during thelr lives. and even thelr descendants safe from intrusion to this day. Bhe then gave a leap and lit upon the chair, but as she leaped her foot slipped and soratched Ned in the head. “Bow, wow, wow,” barked Ned, as if to say, “I'll fix you." But Puss (for that was the cat's name) Ald not even etir, how she was scared. But In the meanwhile Nellie (for that was the cat's mistress) was calling Puss to come and get a plece of meat, but as Puss was having A fuss with Ned she a1d not hear Nellle call and so Nellle gave the meat to Ned. But as Ned was looking around to see if anybody was around, Puss slipped under him and took the meat and Jumped upon the chair, so that he could not take it away from her. Ned was 80 mad that he did not know what to do, but he said again, “I'll fix you for this." Now, Ned's little mistress, a little girl of 4, had a white cat smilar to this cat, but it was made of rags. Mildred (for that was the little girl's name) had forgot- ten about her cat and let it lay on tho floor. “T'll fix you now,” said Ned. He took the cat, bit her and chewed her up 0 pleces. Ho then sald, “That cat will never bother me again. Just as he sald this, in walked Puss, as proud as if say, “Aha! you were mistaken" Poor Ned, how ashamed he felt. He then real- ized what he had done, and he barked at Puss as If to say, “I am sorry for what I have done, and I will mever torture you, Puss, again.” Willie’s Lesson By Emile Brown, Aged 10 Years 2322 Boulevard, Omaha, Neb. Red Side. ‘Willle Jones, a boy of 8 years, would never mind his mother. Whenever she told him to do anything he would say, “I don't want to” And he would not do it. One day as he was playing marbles his mother called him to go to the store and get a dozen eggs. But Willle said, “I am 8o tired I do not want to go to the store.”” But his mother said, “If you are too tired to go to the store you are too tired to play marbles and it would be best iIf you would go to bed” But Willle did not want to go to bed, s0 he said, will go to the store.” He started to go to the store at ¢ o'clock and did not get back till 5:30. ‘When he cameé back his mother told him he would get pald back some day for tak- ing so long in going to the store. In a Jittle while Willle's father came home and told Willle that he could go to the show that night. Willle was getting ready to go to the show, when his mother asked him if he would please run to the store before he went to the show. Willie sald, don't want to.” But his mother sald, “If you don't want to go lo the store you don't want to go to the show, but you may go to the white lily show.” ‘Willle was sent to bed, but he never for- got his lesson. Something About Plants By Ethel Reed, Aged 14 Years, Fremont, Neb. Red Side. I think the study of plants is very in- teresting. The leaves of trees are folded differently in the buds.. Some are curled up. Others aré folded along the mid-veins, with the under side of the leat outside and some with the upper part outside. The scales on the buds, too, are placed around them differently. Some are oppo- site and some are alternate. All buds have more or less wax on them, to keep the leaves and flowers warm in the win- teor. In the maple buds there are three or four Httle green cups, which are the flowers. In the cups there are from five to twelve little brown and red heads on astems. These are called stamens and contain pol- len. In some pt the cups there is a kind of stem which divides into two parts at the end. This is called a pistil. If the pollen from the stamens fall on the pistil it will make a seed. The seed of the maple is called p winged key. Slow and Sure B‘V Willlam Davis, Aged 9 Years, 221 est Third Str orth Platte lilue Side. It was a raw day in December when Paul was going up and down the streets trying to sell prize boxes. He had soid about twenty, when he went home. “Weli, Paul,” said his mother, ‘how much money have you?" “Two dollars and forty-five cents,” he sald. “That is fine,” sald his mother. “How many did you have?” “Twenty-five,’ sald Paul. But the next day it was worse; he had §1. Paul didn't think it good, but his mother sald it was fine. The next day was still worse; he had only 60 cents. The next day was much better; he had $2.50. One day as he wi selling them a boy took his bas- ket ran away. Paul started after him, but as the streets were crowded he lost track of him. He went home very sad. He told his mother all about it; he had only 76 cents. The next day he looked for work. As he did he saw a necktle stand. It was for sale. The owner sald he had to go away for bhis health. He sald he would sell it for $20. So Paul bought the stand. He is now earning over $96 a month, Wo are now going to skip over two years. At that time he had $2,000 a year and has & store of his own and the necktle stand, too. It is as I have said—slow and sure. The Reward By Helen Heuck, Aged 12 Years. 162 Loth- rop Btreet. Red Side. One time & mother offered her two daugh- ters, Ethel and Mildred, a reward at the end of two wecks to the one who had been the most obedient, kind and thoughtful of others. Mildred was sure she would get the prige, as she had always been petted more than Ethel. For about two days she was all that could be expected, but in about & week her mother sald: “Mildred, I want you to go to the store for me right away.” Mildred sald: “Oh, mother, I don't want to 1 want to read. Let Ethel go." Ethel got up and went without another word, while Mildred went up to her room. When she got there her small baby brother was playing there. Bhe scolded him and sent him out of the room, and he went to Ethel to be comforted. At the end of two weeks Mrs. Smith called them to the library to award the prize. It fell to Ethel and she was to go to her grandmother's for two weeks. Mildred begged to o, too, but her mother said “no." After this Mildred was always kind, obedient and thoughtful for others. The Poor Little Girl By Helen Lewis, Aged cars, Monarch, Wyo. Red Side. Mrs. Magoon was surprised to see her little girl come running in from school in such & queer way. “Oh, mamma,' she cried, “you know on New Year's morning 1 sald that T would make a good vow, and that would be to help the first poor per- son I could, and, ob, mamma, when I was ”— = coming home from school tonight 1 met a Poor little girl and she was erylnng 8o very hard, and when I asked her what was the matter, she said, “Oh, 1 am so very cold, and hungry, t0o," so I gave her my coat and hood and what was left in my dinner basket, and, mamma, can't she come and live with us and go to York convent next year with me?" Mrs. Magoon sald, “If papa is willing, I think I can take care of one more little girl”" 8o when Mr. Magoon came home that evening he told Mary (for that was the little girl's name) that she could have the little girl for an adopted sister. So Mary ran and got the little girl ana she was never cold nor hungry any more. Mischievous Evelyn By Myrtle Jensen, Ex-Queen, Years, 2000 Izard Street, 8ide. Evelyn's long golaen curls and perfect features had always been a source of pride to her admiring, indulgent mother, and today, when Mrs. Van Rennselaer tele- phoned up that she would call to see the pretty child, Mrs. Bradford had arranged her halr prettier than ever and dressed her in her blue dress and sash. Mrs. Van Rennselaer had been touring Burope for the past two years and the year before the Bradfords had been trave eling out west. 80 Mrs. Van Rennselaer had really not seen Evelyn since she was 2 years old. When Evelyn was ready her mother took her down In the library. Henriette, Mrs. Bradford's own mald, stood at the top of the stairs saying to herself, "Did anyone ever sec such a charming miss of 5 as our own Miss Evelyn." Leaving Evelyn pn a sofa to sit stiff and prim till the guest came, Mrs. Brad- ford went upstairs, Soon the doorbell rang and Mrs. Bradford, as graciously as possible, ushered her guest into the library. ‘Where was Evelyn? Bhe was nowhere In sight. Running out of the room with Mrs. Van Rennselaer at her heels, Mri Bradford searched all pf the rooms on the first floor. Not a trace of the missing child! After exploring the second floor, they were about to go out doors, when Mrs, Van Rennselaer, with her hand on the doorknob of Mrs. Bradford's boudoir, sald, “We haven't looked in here." On opening the dodr Mrs. Bradford threw up her hands with mortification. “I'm having a fine time, mumsey,” holding up & hair puff and a couple of switches. On the fleor lay countless boxes and bottles of complexion cream and powder. Mrs. Bradford had always bragged of her own thick black hair, and now Mrs. Van Rennselaer could tell the world that it ‘was false. Seelng that trouble was breeding, Mrs. Van Rennselaer took her departure and— ‘well, probably you can guess what hap- pened to Bvelyn. Aged 12 Omaha. Blue Two Good Friends By Willlam Hamilton, Aged 7 Omaha, Neb. Blue Side. Once there were two boys whose names were Richard and James. James was poor and Richard was rich. On Christ- mas Richard asked James if he could come over. James asked his mother if he could %0 and his mother said yes, so he started and they went up in the attic and there was & Christmas tre Richard gave some of the toys to Jame: That evening when James went home he told his mother about it. James thought he would be a news- paper boy. At the end of the year he quit the job. Then he bought a Christ- mas tree and some toys. He invited Rich- ard to come over. They had a Christmas tree. James gave some of the toys to Rich- ard. After that they were good friends. Nellie’s Education By Vesta Eschrich, Aged 8 Years, Buf- falo, Wyo. Blue Side. Nellle Harris was a little girl who lived with her mother in a tenement house. They were very poor and Nellie's father was dead. Mrs. Harris sewed for a lv- ing and was saving money to educate Nellle. One evening Mrs. Harrls went dowa town for something and when crossing the rallroad track was run over and killed by a passing train. Nellie waited for her mother for a long time and then, thinking something might have happened to her, she started out to find her mother. She hadn't gone far before she saw a crowd of people with her mother. A friend of Mrs. Harris' took Nellie to live with her and sent her to school. One day as Nellle was going home from school she saw two men talking Years, Illustrated Rebus “1 knew her when she why that child looks and one man sald was a little &irl; exactly like her.” The man walked toward Nellle #nd asked her what her name was and she told him Nellle Harris. It happened thut the man was an uncle of Mra Harrld Nellle left the woman she was living with and went to live with her uncle, who was very rich. She had everything she wanted and was sent to college after finishing the high school. Her mother'd wish was carried out and she Nad & good education and grew up to be & finé teacher. The Naughty Squirrel By Helen Reynolds, Aged 7 Years, Gretnd,, Neb. Red Side. Once there were six squirrels. The mother and father squirrel and the fout baby squirrels. Th lived In a hollow tree. The tree was in the woods and was & nut troe. One day one of the squifréls ran up to a basket of nuts. He saw & dog running after him and ran as fast as his Iittle legs could car him. The dog's name was Rover, and it was Mary's dog. Mallet was her cat. Mary ealled out, “‘Rover, leave that squirrel alone,' and Rover went back to her. Mothér and father squirrel wera very much frightened when they found that the baby was gone. When they saw him coming down tHe road, they were so glad. That night they had company. It was a rabbit, and they told him how thelr little one got lost. He went home and told his wife about Ii. The next day they had a party. They in- vited Mr. and Mrs. Robin, Mr. and Mrs. Sparrow, Cousin Squirrel, Mr. and Mre. Rabbit, Miss Meadow Lark, Mf, Bluetird, Mr. and Mrs. Woodpecker. It was Mr Squirrel's birthday. She was 20 yeass old. They had cake, Ice cream, oookles and peaches. The party lasted from 2 o'clock untll 6 o'clock. They had a good time. After supper they told storles. Mrs. Squirrel told about her squirrel that ran away. After that he stayed ney home. Fairy Land By Harold Robinson, Aged 12 Yeabs, 201 Howard Street, Omaha. Red Side. Chu, chu, the train bell rang, as the co ductor shouted “All aboard for Fairyland and the children mounted the traln eagerly to go to the land of sugar candy and to #ee wonders they had never seen. They rode for miles, full of hope and joy, untll they reached Falryland. At last the traln stopped and the children filed out one by one. At first they were frightened to see little black men, but thelr fright was turned to joy to find that they were blaolt negro bables, and as they werb llke black men, they soon disappeared. The next thing thelr eyes fell upon was a beautiful candy hous Some peeped into the window and saw a beautiful falry. The children ran, but she called them back and took them Into her beautiful candy home, and then they had the best time of their lives, feasting on the best things that Fairyland could afford, and she told them that when they had finished eating she would_ take them out to see Faifyland. Just then some one called, “Hareld, don't you know what time it ls. You'll never get to school,” and I only wished it was Saturday, so I wouldn't have to g0 to school, and could have finished seeing Fairyland. The Watched Pot Never Boils By Helen Heuck, Aged 13 Years, 18% Loth- rop Btreet., Omaha. Red 'Sid All the girls were gathered in Bue's room ready to taste some new candy. Of course, Lou, as Sue's “Inseparable,” was there and busily stirring the mixture, which Just would not boll. No matter how much the girls stirred and peeped into the pan, it stayed just a lukewarm mixture. After the candy had been on the stove for a halt hour Sue gave up In despair and sat down on the bed to fan her hot cheeks. It was now 3 o'clock and they were all to attend a lecture at 3:46, At 3:16 the candy was still cool and the girls began to go to thelr rooms to dress. All at once Sue determined to find out just what was the matter with that candy. All at once the girls heard peals of laughter from Sue's room and when they Investigated the matter she tried to explain, and finally the girls un- derstood that they had forgotten to lght the fire and It was too late to finish the candy before the lecture. She sald they should gather In her room at 8 Moral: “The Watched Pot Never Boils." The Man in the Moon By Mary Estella Butler, Aged 7 Years. Arapahoe, Neb. Blue Side. “Once upon a time,” began Aunt Mary, ‘a man needed some sticks. He put ou his hat and went out to get them. It was Bunday, and everybody knows it 18 wicked to work on Sunday. On the way back he met & man who asked: ‘Why are you plek- ing up sticks today? The man sald: ‘I have a right to pick up bticks any time 1 want to.' The other man sald: ‘All right, you may have an everlasting day.’ And the man felt himself hurled up In the sky in the moon, and you can see him to this day with his pack of wood on hls back," “Oh, tell us some more,” cried the chil- dren. 'No," bed."” sald Mary, “not tonight. Ga to Dickey Bird's Letter By Louise “Love, Aged 12 Years. 1008 J Street, Lincoln, Neb. Red Mide. Dear Esther: I wish you would got rid of that horrid cat. She scares ma almost to death. Yesterday when I went to take my sun bath Miss Puss beat me to ihe thb, Today for the tirst time Helen noticed me when the cot chased me. After $he went out puss tried to get into my cage, but the door was too small. I can never have any fun with the baby because the cat is always on the wateh, I think If you do not get rid of puss I shall fly out of the window and never come back again. If you like me and want me to stay I think you will send her away. Your affectionate bird, DICKIE. Choosing a Flower Queen u;_ Lillie Ryman, Aged 10 Yea, 518 North ‘'wenty-third Street, Omaha. Red Bide. The flowers were having a fine time di cussing the matter of who would be queen. At last the rose sald: “Let the lly be queen,” but one of them did not want her, It was the vialet By the consent of the othes the fairy queen, whose name w he went to Beautifu) Fern. She asked her If the lily would make & good queen. She hesitated and then sald, “Yes." At last Violet said: “Yes, she will make & good queen.” But Viclet w ashamed to think that she had sald she did net want her to be queen. And Lily was miade queen of flowers and made a happy quoes.