Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, May 2, 1909, Page 25

OME very pretty stories appropriate for the beautiful springtime have been sent in by the Busy Bees. some of the birds, animals, and some by the flowers. These Stories supposed to have been told by stories show that the Busy Bees have good imagingtions 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 themselves and that copied stories are not to be used. Prizes were awarded this week to side, and to Helen Verrill, also on the Blue side. Rena N, Mead, queén bee of the Blue Honordble mention was given to Ruth Ashby, ex-queen, on the Red side. Any of the Buey Bees may send cards to anyone whose name is on the Postcard Exchange, which now includes: ene McCoy, Barnston, Neb. an Merwin, Beaver City, Neb Mabel Witt, Bennington, Neb. ann Gottsch, Bennington, Neb. innle Gottsch, Bennington, Neb. Agnes Dahmke, Benson, Neb. rie Gallagher, Benkelman, Neb. (box 1. 3 eb. E‘“ De Long, Ainsworth, Neb, unice B Falls City, ‘Neb. ithel Reed, Fremont, Neb. ulda Lundburg, Fremont, arion Capps, Gibson, Neb. arguerile Bartholomew, Gothenburg, Neb, Lydia Roth, 606 West Koenig street, Grand and, Neb. Ella Voss, 47 West Charles street, Grand Island, Neb. Irene Costello, 115 West Eighth Grand Island, Neb. Jessie Crawford, 405 West Charles Grand Island, Neb. Pauline Schulte, §12 West Fourth Grand Island, 'Neb. Martha Murphy, 923 East Ninth 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. Marjorfe Temple, Lexington, Neb. ice Grassmeyer, 1545 C 8t., Lincoln, Neb, milton, 202 L 8t. Lincoln, Neb. Elsi flton, 2029 L 8t., Lincoln, Neb, Ir sher, 280 L street, Lincoln, Neb. g;llhlo Disher, 2080 L street, Lincoin, Neb. uige Stiles, Lyons, Neb, Estella McDonald, Lyons, Neb. iiton Selser, Nebraska City, Neb. arry Crawford, Nebraska City, Neb. Haryey Crawford, Nebraska City, Neb. Luelle Hazen, Norfolk, Neb, Letha Larkin, So. Sixth 8t., Norfolk, Neb. Emma Marquardt, Fifth street and Madi- son avenue, Norfolk, Neb, fldred F. Jones, North Loup. Neb. revieve M. Jones, North Loup, Neb. elen Goodrich, 410 Nicholas street, Omahs 5 Fisher, 1210 South Eleventh street, ha. Mildred Erickson, 2709 Howard street, % 2109 Howard stree 2600 North Nineteenth a: Oscar Erickson, Omahe. Louls R Frances Mohnaon, ®3 North Twenty-fitth avenue, Omaha. Neb, street, stre street, street, Lena_Peter: 2911 Locust street, Omaha Ina Carney, Sutton, Clay county, Neb. Ciara_Mliler, Utica, Neb. Alta Wilken, Waco, Neb. Mee Grunke, West Poit, Neb. Elsie Stastny, Wilber, Neb. Frederick Ware, Wiriaide, Pauline Parks, Yotk, Neo. Edna Benhling, York, Neb. Mary Frederick, Yotk, Neb Carrie B. Bartlett, Fontanelle, la. i Reyncids, Littfe Sioux, Ia. Fthel Mulholland, Box 11, Malvern, Ia. Eleanor Mellor. Malvérn, Ia Kothryne Melior, Malvern Ruth Robertson, Manilla, I 1diided Robertscn, Maniila, Ta. Margaret B. Withérow, Thurman, fa. Fred Sorry, Monarch, Wyo. John Barron, Mondrch, Wyo. Edith Amend, Sheridan, Wyo. Pauline Squire, Grand, Okl. Fred Shelley, 20 /Troup street, City, Kan Henry L. Workingeg, gace Steriing Remedy company, Attica, In@. Mary Brown, i32:' Boulevard, Omanha. Eva Hendee, 4402 Dodge street, Omaha. Juunita Innes, 2760 Fott street, Omah: Lillian Wirt, 4168 stieet, Omah Emile Brown, 2328 Houlevard, Omah Meyer Cohn, §46 (écrgia avenue, Omaha. Ada Morris, 424 Franklin street, Omaha. Myr(le Jensen, 2009 Isdrd street, Qmaha. Galfl Howard, 4722 Capitol avenue, Omaha. Helen Houck, 1635 Lothrop street, Omaha. Ererson Goodrich, 4010 Nicholas, Omaha. Maurice Johnson 17 Locust St., Omaha, Leon Carson, 1124 North Fortleth, Omaha. Wilma Howard, 478 Capitol Avé, Omaha. Hilah Fisher, 1210 South Ileventh, Omaha. Mildred Jensen, 2707 Leavenworth, Omaha. Edna Heden, 3789 Chicago street, Omaba. Mabel Sheifelt, 414 North Twenty-fifth rtreet, Omal Tonnat 205 North Twentleth Walter' Johnson, street, Omaha. Emma Carruthers, 8211 North Twenty-fift! street, Omaba. Leonora Denison, The Alblon, Tenth and Pacific_strests, Oinahn. Mae Hammond, 'O'Nelll, Neb. Mocge L. Danfels, Otd Neb. Zola Beddeo, Orleans, Neb. Agnes Richmond, Orleans, Neb. Marie Fleming, Osceala, Neb. Pawhiee City, Neb. Reddington, Neb. 1616 O street, South Omaha Edra Enis, Nev. Ethel Enis. n; Bast Neb. Ia. Kansas Squinkie, the African Monkey By Maud Walker. GREAT many, many years ago there lived in one of the river reglons of Central Africa o monkey by the name of Squinkle. He was the eldes 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, Squinkie was the mainstay of the family after his father's death, which occurred In & most tragic manner. But as this story is to be told about 8quinkle, and not about his parents, we shall not go into detalls about the sad end- ing of Squinkle's papa. Suffice it to s that Squinkie had been obliged to take his father's place as chief fighter and pro- vider for the family, which consisted of the mother, Bquinkle, 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 scarcely penetrate—Squinkie pricked up his ears at a most unusual sound. Now there s not a beast, nor a reptile, nor a bird in all that part of Africa with whom Fquinkie was not acquainted. 7 don't mean king terma with his fellow 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 nolee of/ap- prosch. But on this day Squinkle heard & new sound—a strange, rattling of leaves and underbrush, a nolse 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 curfosity 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, straight legs. And beside him another creature—a white one—walking on two very long, stralght 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 had Bquinkie stood so upright—just like & tree, with his front legs folded up and carrying strange weapons. Often Squinkie had carried & great stick—picked up. from the ground—with which to beat ancther 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. Squinkle, knowing that self-preservation meant hiding In the tree branches, hur- riedly swung himself far above the place whére 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 Be Spot was & more open space, where one could get about without so much trouble. And it seemed that these creatures were 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 (they ha8 arms, but Squinkle thought of them 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 ‘white one. *“Herc's the place we'll find the monkeys," sald the leader of the band of tall beings. But, of course, Squinkie did not under- stand & single word of what was said And neither would you have uaderstood, 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 guide. “I want them taken without a wound, for a$ 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 ovkf the Wworld" 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 bave 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 enemles 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 very branches where he was perched. Ther sfieh a shout went up from the whole band of black creaturcs, and they began to clifib the trees surround- ing Squinkle, going p 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 pldcs, huried it into the very center of the group 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 vehemenee—had struck him across the eyes and had broken the bridge of his nose. Of course, the blacks had to minister to their Injured leades, the mighty White Hunter who had leafned their tongue in order to enslaye thémi and to make them work for him, The Euide bound up the White Hunter's injired face and they turied about to reftiiké their steps to the Black Men's viilage,.Where the white man PEERING THROU HI8 EYES OPI THE RULES FOR YOUNG WRITERS 1. Write plainly on ome side of the paper only and number the pages. 8. Use pen and ink, not penoil 3. Short and pointed articles will be given prefarence. DO Bt use over 250 words. 4, Original stocies or letters only ‘will be used. 6. Write your name, age and ad- dress ot tho top of the first page. First and second prizes of books will be given for the bost two Cox- tributions to this page each week. Address all communications to CEILDREN'S DEPARTMENT, Omaha Bee. (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 flled 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 boy 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 Emma Jane. “You horrid, horrid girl,” she sald. "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 ‘g0 home right now." Helen could not stand this any longer, 80 she began to cry and started for the gate, Just at this time Emma Jane's mother came out to sece 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 her 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 1 was resting Inside the carnation. It told me why the pine tree holds its branches 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 ter called Nature, and at each end of the rainbow was a pot of gold. The king had an enemy whose name was Old Age. 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 around. 80, you may be sure, he vasn'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 asked her If she had seen one of the pots of gold; that it was gone. She sald, OMAHA SUNDAY BEE: MAY 9 <y 1909, 0."" Then the king went to all the trees and asked them all it 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 sald, “‘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, “S8o you are the thief, are you?" The tree said, “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 said, “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. Tnstcad of working hard and writing orlginal stories, as the other Bees did, she concluded to copy one out of an old reader ti she owned. “No one will be likely to own such a book,” she reasoned, “and it's a much caster and quicker way than writing an original one.” 8o she copled 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, So 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 ‘speliing 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. | 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 tamily. 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 excited. The first words that the teacher gave 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 give 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 people 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 big Newfoundland dog, was lay- ing by the stove, when In walked a big white Afigora cat. The cat did not notice the dog until she came quite near to him. would procure herbs and dressing for his wound. A “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 bolling 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 gnen's noses and almost put out their eyes." But Squinkie Hunter's threat against him, 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, tar out of sight of the place where the did not hear the White for he wa 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 bodles 50 stralght—just like certain trees, and who had displayed a notlon to entrap him. But he made her understand that there was great danger threatening Monkey- town, and she was not long in arousing ell the monkeys, telling them that they must flee, and flee at once, t some more secluded place. And that night, while the White Hunter tolled and tossed on his pallet of pain in the Black Men's village, Squinkie and all his family and friends and nelghbors and acqualntances were moving to the south- ward with all speed, and when the morning dawned they had come Into a beautiful rlace surrounded by a swamp where It would be glmost impossible for the foot of man to tread, for the jungle that lay between the swamp and outer world was #0 dense that even a snake had difficulty tn 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 among them, and learned their tongue in so short a time, and gave them many trinkets of shining things to adorn themselves; and that all he wanted was thelr assistance in catching the monkeys that lived In the forest near to the village. But they shake their heads when they come to that part of the story where one monkey hit the great White noge and broke " and man died of his wounds w nai d.ys and was burled 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 s why in one part of Africa Squinkie and those of his own band, were safe during their lives, and even thelr descendants safe from intrusion to this day. She then gave a leap and lit upon the chair, but as she leaped her foot slipped and scratched 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) did not even etir, how she was scared. But in the meanwhile Nellio (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 did 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 the floor. “T'll fix you now,” sald Ned. He took the eat, bit her and chewed her up to pleces. He then sald, “That cat will never bother me again.”" Just as he said this, in walked Puss, proud as if to say, “Aha! you were mistaken.” Poor Ned, how ashamed he felt. He then real- 1zed 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, o he said, “I 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 came back his mother told him he would get paid back some day for tak- ing so long in going to the store. In a little 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. Willle don’t want to.” But his mother If you don't want to go (o the store you don't want to go to the show, but you may go to the white lily show.” ‘Willie was sent to bed, but he never for- got his lesson. Something Eout 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 are 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- ter. 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 stems. 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. It the pollen from the stamens fall on the pistil it will make & seed. The seed of the maple 1s called p winged key. Slow and Sure Aged 9 Years, 221 orth Platte iilue 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 1d. “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 said it was fine. The next day was still worse; he hed only 60 cents. The next day was much better; he had 32.50. One day as he was selling them & boy took his bas- ket nnc ran away. Paul started after him, blt 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 his health. He sald he would sell it for $20. So Paul bought the stand. He is now earning over 395 a month. Wo are now going to skip over two years. At that time he had $2,000 a year and has a 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 Top Sireet. Red Bide One time & mother offered her two daugh- ters, Ethel and Mildred, a reward at the end of two weaks to the one who had been the most obedient, kind and thoughtful of others. Mildred was sure she would get the prize, as she had always been petted more than Ethel. For about two days she was all that could be expected, but In about a week her mother sald: “Mildred, 1 want you to go to the store for me right away.” Mildred said: “Oh, mother, I don't want to 1 want to read. Let Ethel go." Ethel got up and went without another word, while Mfldred went up to her room, When she got there her small baby brofher was playing there. B8he scolded him &nd 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 g0 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 Years, 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 1625 Loth- 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 and she was never cold nor hungry any more. Mischievous Evelyn Myrtle Jensen, Ex-Queen, Aged 12 2000 Izard Street, Omaha. Blue Bvelyn'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 prettler 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 trav- eling out west. 8o 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. Henrlette, Mrs. Bradford's own maid, stood at the top of the stairs saying to herself, “Did anyone ever sec such a charming miss of 6 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? She was nowhere 2 sight. Running out of the room with Mre. Van Rennselaer at her heels, Mrs. 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,” sald Evelyn, holding up & hair puff and a couple of switches. On the floor lay countless boxes and bottles of complexion cream and powder. Mrs. Bradford had always bragged of her own thick black halr, and now Mrs. Van Rennselaer could tell the world that it was falge, Seelng that trouble was breeding, Mrs. Van Rennselaer took her departure and— well, probably you can guess what hap- pened to Bvelyn. 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 {f 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 tree. Richard gave some of the toys to James. 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, Aied 8 Years, Buf- falo, Wyo. Blue Side. Nellle Harrls was a Ilived with her mother house. They were very poor and Nellle's father was dead. Mrs. Harris sewed for a liv- ing and was saving money to educate Nellle. One evening Mrs. Harrle went dowa town for something and when crossing the rallroad track was run over and killed by a passing train. Nellle 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, little girl who in a tenement Illustrated Rebus and one man said was a little girl; exactly lke her The man walked toward Nellle asked her what her name w told him Nellie Harris the man was an uncle of Mra Harrla Nellle left the woman she was (iving 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'§ wish was carried out and she had & good education and grew up to be o fine 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 folt baby squirrels. They lived In a hollow tree. The tree was in the woods and was a nut tree. One day one of the squifréls ran up to a basket of nuts. He Saw & dog running after him and ran as fast a8 his little legs could carry him. The dog's name was Rover, and It was Mary's dog. Mallet was her cat. Mary called out, “‘Rover, leave that squirrel alone,” and Rover went back to Motheér and father squirrel were 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 théy had company. It was a rabbit, and they told him how thelr little one got lost. He went home and told his wife about It 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 Mrs. Squirrel's birthday. She was 20 years old. They had cake, ice cream, oookles and peaches. The party lasted from 2 o'clock untll 5 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 nes' I3 home. I knew her when she why that child looks and and she It happened thut Fairy Land By Harold Robinson, Aged 12 Yeard, 2011 Howard Street, Omaha. Red Side. Chu, chu, the train bell rang, a& the cod- ductor shouted “All aboard for Fairyland,” and the children mounted the traln eagerly to go to the land of sugar candy and to see wonders they had never seen. They rode for miles, full of hope and joy, untll they reached Falryland. At last tha tralh stopped and the children filed out one: by one. At first they were frightened to little black men, but thelr fright was turned to joy to find that they weré blaelt negro bables, and they werb like black men, they soon disappeared. The next thing thelr eyes fell upon 'wi a beautitul candy hou Some peepen into the window and saw a beautitul fairy. The children ran, but she called them back and took them into her beautiful candy bome, and then they had the best time of their lives, feasting on the best things that Fairyland could atford, and she told them that when they had finished eating she would_take them out to see Falfyland. Just then some one called, “Harold, don't you know what time it is. You'll never get to school,” and I only wished It was Saturday, so I wouldn't have to go to school, and could have finished seelng Fairyland. The Watched Pot Never Boils By Helen Heuck, Aged 13 Years, 183 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 half hour Sue gave up in despalr and sat down on the bed to fan her hot cheeks, It wi now 3 o'clock and they were all to attend a lecture at 3:46, At 3:16 the candy w 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 light the fire and it was too late to finish the candy before the lecture. She sald they should gather In her room at & Moral: ““The Watched Pot Never Boil The Man in the Moon Mary Estella Butler, Aged 7 Years. Arapahoe, Neb. Blue Side. “Once upon a time,” began Aunt Mary, ‘a man needed some sticks. He put on his hat and went out to get them. It was Sunday, and everybody knows it 1s wicked to work on Sunday. On the way back he met & man who asked: ‘Why are you plok- ing up sticks today? The man said: ‘I have & right to pick up sticks 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 th day with his pack of wood on his back,” “Oh, tell us some more,” cried the chil- dren. *No, bed.” By sald Mary, “not tonight. Go to Dickey B;i s Letter By Louise ‘Love, Aged 12 Years, 1008 J Neb. Red Side. 1 wish you would got rid of She scares me almost to death. Yesterday when I went to take my sun bath Miss Puss beat me to the thb. Today for the first time Helen moticed me when the cat 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 watch, T think If you do not get rid of puss I shall fly out of the window and never come batk 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 By Lillie Ryman, Aged 10 Yea. North 'wenty-third Street, Omaha. ide. The flowers were having a fine time di cussing the matter of who would be queen. At last the rose sald: “Let the My be queen,” but one of them did not waat her. It was the vialet By the consent of the other the fairy queen, whose name was Beautifu) Fern. She asked her it the lily would make & good queen. Bhe hesitated and thén sald, “Yes." At last Violet said: * a good queen.” But Viclet was ashamed to think that she had sald she did net want her to be queen. And Lily was made queen of flowers and made & happy quoes. Street, Lincoln, Dear Esther that horrid cat. she went to , she will make