Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, May 16, 1909, Page 22

e e R A S IR T OME of the Busy Bees have been “birding,” as they call it. That is, they have gone to the woods or to the parks and studied the birds, each try- ing to see how many different kinds they could see. Before one goes birding it is necessary to study something about them, for otherwise there are so many kinds of birds that one dpes not recognize. A new Busy Bee sent in a story written on both sides of the paper thls week, which, of course, could not be used, for the printers never turn a page, 80 that would leave only part of the story. Some continued stories have been sent in, but the short stories are preferred by the Busy Bees, so that they are the only on&*that receive prizes. The illustrated rebus last week was, “‘The spring is here, and birds are in the trees, and flowers bloom over the field.” Correct answers were sent in by Myrtie Jensen and Mary McAdams. Prizes were awarded this week to Mabel Witt, on the Blue side, and to Verna Kirschbraun, also on the Blue side. Honorable mention was given to Rena N. Mead of the Blue side. Any of the Busy Bees may send cards to anyone whose name is on the Posteard Exchange, which now includes: Marguerite Johnson, 938 North Twenty- fifth_avenue, Omaha. Jean De Long, Alnsworth, Neb. Irene McCoy, Barnston, Neb. Lillian Merwin, Beaver City, Neb. Mabel Witt, Bennington, Neb. Anna Gottsch, Bennington, Neb. Minnle Gottsch, Bennington, Neb. ake, Benson, Neb. Benkelman, Neb. (box 12). mtral City, Neb. Vera Cheney, Crelghton, Neb. Louls Hahn, 'David City, Neb. Rhea Freldell, Dorchestér, Nab. Bunice Bode, 'Fails City, Neb. Ethel Reed, Fiemont, Nel Hulda Lundburg, Fremon Marion C Glbson, Neb. rtholomew, Gothenbur, s 06 West Koenlg street, Voss, 401 West Charles strest, Grand nd, Neb, 15 West Bighth street, and, Neb. ford, 405 West Charles street, Grand Island, Neb. Pauline chulte, 412 West Fourth street, Grand Island, 'Neb. Martha Murphy, 98 East Ninth street, Grand_Island, Neb. Hugh Rutt, Lesbara, Neb, Hester E. Rutt, Leshara, Neb, Alice Temple, Lexington, Neb. Ruth Temple, Lexington, Neb. fi"“ Nellson, Lexington, Neb. dythe Kreltz, Lexington, Neb. Marjorle Temple, Lexington, Neb. Alice Gri 8t. Lincoln, Nep. Ne 280 L street, Lincoln, Neb. v, 200 L atreat, Lincoln, Neb. stelle McDonaid, Lyon: liton Selzer, Nebraska Harry Crawford, Neb) Harvey Crawtford, Nebraska City, ‘Neb. Lucile Hazen, Norfolk, Neb. Letha Larkin, So. Sixth Norfolk, Neb. Bmma Marquardt, Fifth street and Madi- son avenue, Norfolk, Neb. Mildred F. Jones, North Loup, Neb. Gerevieve M. Jones, North Loup, Neb. Helen Goodrich, 410 Nichola: Omahs Orrin Pisher, 1210 South Eleventh street, Omaha. Miidred Erickson, 200 Howard street, Omaha. Oloc‘r Erickson, 2100 Howard street, i . Louls Raabe, 2000 North Nineteenth ave- n on, %3 North Twenty-fifth ‘Clara, Emma Carruthers, 3211 North Twenty-fift! stireet, Omaha. Leonora Denison, The Alblon, Tenth and Pacific streets, Omaha. Mae Hammond, O'Nelll, Neb. Mecge L. Daniels, Ord, Neb, Zola Beddeo, Orleans, Neb. Agnes hmond, Orleans, Neb. Marle Fleming, Osceola, Neb. oods, Earl Perkins, lington, lmmlg(oltll, 1516 O street, Bouth Omaha. Edra Enis. Stanton, Neb. Ethel Enis, Stanton, Neb. banlmPo ersen, 2211 Locust street, Hast m Ina Carney, Sutton, Clay coynty, Neb. fller, Utica, Neb. Alta Wilken, Waco, Neb, Mae Grunke. West Point, Neb. Elsie Stastny, Wilber, Neb. Frederick Ware, Winside, Neb. Pauline Parks, York, Neb. Edna Behling, York, Neb. Mary Frederick, York, Neb. Carrie B. Bartlett, Fontanelle, Ia. Irene Reynol Little fl!o‘:! Ia. Fthel Mulholland, Box 71, ivern, Ia. Eleanor Mellor. Malvern, Ia. Kathryne Mellor, Malvi Ia. Ruth Robertson, Manllla, Ia. Idildred Robertscn, Manilla, Ia. Margaret B. Witherow, Thurman, Ia Fred Sorry, Monarch, W John Barron, Monarch, %o. Edith Amend, Sheridan, Wyo. Pauline Squire, Grand, OkI. o Fred Shelley, Troup street, Kansas City, Kan. Henry L. Workinger, care Sterling Remedy company, Attica, Ind. Mary Brown, 2321 Boulevard, OmabA. Eva Hendee, 402 Dodge street, Omaha. Juanita Innes, 2769 Fort street, Omaba. Lillan Wirt, 4168 Cass street, Omaha. E Brown, 22 Boulevard, Omaha. Cohn, 848 Georgia avenue, Omaha. A s, 3424 Franklin street, Omaha. Myrtle Jensen, 2000 Izard street, Omaha. Gall Howard, 4122 C ivenue, Omaha. Helen Houck, 162 Lo street, Omaha. Eraerson Goodrich, 4010 Nicholas, Omaha. Maurice Johnson, 1027 Locust St., Omaha. Leon Carson, 1124 North Fortieth, Omaha. Wilma Howard, 4728 Capitol Ave, Omaha. Hilah Fisher, 1210 South Eleventh, Omaha. Mildred Jonsen, 2707 Leavenworth, Omaha. na Heden, 2789 Chicago street, Om: Mabel !hoc‘léllh!a' 4914 North Twenty- rtredt, Omal ‘Walter Johnson, 2406 North Twentieth street, Omaha. . Peter and Paul Go A-Hunting By Maud Walker. ETER AND PAUL were twin brothers, 9 years old. Their home was In a small town that lay In a pretty valley between long ranges of hills. And over these hills grew an abundant forest. And through the forest men and boys loved to go hunting for wild animals, though enly a few of such now remained, and they were of the small and harmless varfety. Squirrels, a few deer, badgers, coons and the:like were the victims of the huntsmen. Larger game had been killed off many, many years ago. One fine May morning littie Peter and Paul were playing in the yard of their home when Paul's eyes turned on the deep blue, forest-covered hills a mile dis- tant. “Say, Pet he sald, calling to his brother, who was at the moment riding a very fractious stickhorse, ‘‘wouldn’t it be lots of fun to go a-hunting in the woods today? §'pose we ride over to Old Witch and shoot a bear ‘ *'0ld Witch" was the name of the high- est hill of one of the ranges that walled in the town where Peter and Paul lived. And hunters loved to delve into the woods that grew over the head of Old Witeh, Just ure-enough hair grows on the head of an old witch or wizard. “Sure, let's go," consented Peter, relning In his gteed. Then for the moment for- getting his horse he threw him In the corner of the fence, not even taking time to remove the nice twine bridle. “I'll get my gun. You get yours. Then we'll ride Bounder and Plunger over to the great mountain, Old Witch, and shoot two bears.” “Bounder” and “Plunger” were the names of the fractious stickhorses ridden every day about the yard by Peter and Paul. It was poor Bounder who now lay in the corner of the fence, as gentle as auy stickhorse can be, while Plunger stood e to a small tree near to the gate, await- ing his master's pleasure. Peter and Paul ran Into the house and g0t thelr guns—pretty wooden weapons, as harmless as thelr horses, but very danger- ous looking. Then they mounted Bounder and Plunger and were off, going down the dusty road like the wind, kicking up the dust into a cloud, their guns in place over thelr shoulders, gleaming in the sun- lght. Both horsemen carried themselves with dignity and pride. No other twins in the town could ride and shoot as they could. (There were no other boy twins in the town, and the two palrs of girl twins Q1d not really count!). “Did you ask mamma if we might go to Ola Witch this morning?’ asked Paul as they pranced across a little bridge which spanned a creek half a mile from home. “Nope,” replled Peter. “Didn't you ask her?" “Nope. I left that for you to do while I got my gun," explained Paul “But I was getting my gun at the same time,” replied Peter. “Sure, you should have asked mamme if we might come -bunting on Old Witch.” ‘Oh, she won't care,” sald Paul. “We'll get home before dinner. And when we re- turn with a bear—maybe two of ‘em— mamma will be so proud of us that she'll call to Mrs. Jones next door to come in and see what her children *have caught while hunting. And Mrs. Jones is such a gossip —mamma says she tells everything she knows and more, too—that she'll moon spread the news all over town. Then we'll be sure enough heroes. Won't that be great?”’ “Bure, it will," acquiesced Peter. “But, gee, I'm getting tired, or, I mean, that Bounder is getting tired! It's a long way for a horle‘ to travel without a rest.” “Oh, we'll soon be there,” sald Paul. “Plunger is & bit tired In his front legs, but his hind legs are strong yet, Let's trot up.” So Peter and Paul “trotted up,” and soon entered the woods that grew over the side of Old Witch, Then the hunt began. Owing to the nolse made by the horees' hoofs the twins de- clded to go afoot up the steep hiliside, leaving their horses tied to a tree at the however, for they had already traveled a foot. They made rather slow progres: mile, and much of the way had been uphill. . Ncon found Peter and Paul wandering about, much frightened, hunting for their THE OMAHA SUNDAY BEE The Little Indian and Springtime - Grace V. Bradley, 3814 Charles Street, Omaha. HAT 18 epring to the little In- dlan, the real chlld of Na ture? It means, to those in school, a desire (often car- rled out) to be a moment * Jate when the bells ring and in a burry to get out again and shout and laugh ‘and skip and run. They wel- come the return of the meadowlark, whose song is in the Bloux language, 80 the Iittle Indians say. They see the first crow and duck; they find the very first grasshopper and butterfly and ‘bring them into the house to show the mission lad! They dis- cover the little prairle dogs, busy again on thelr summer homes. Best of all, they find the wild onlon, or garllo (then thelr teachers know spring has come), and here and there during play time are groups of chil- dren digging, a stick for ths tool, working hard to get the onions from the ground. Shortly following the onion the tipsina is on the market, the wild turnip, which the Indfan thinks worth any amount of searching and digging for. Then, when we go for a walk, there s little walking, for the ohildren supply themselves with sticks and harvest the tipsina. On windy spring days the big Rus- sian thistles, last fall's crop, are ex- tricated from the fences and used for kites. The girls as well as boys tle strings to fhese immense ‘“‘tumble weeds" and let them blow in the air. The Indian child likes to chew the pussy willow, making a gum of it. The boy wants the long, limber switches to throw mud with. He puts a ball of the waxy gumbo mud on the end of the switch, bends it back- ward, suddenly jerks his hand away and the mud sings afar into the alr. The little girls, more aesthetic, braid the new blades of 'grass, making crosses, mats, etc. Boys and girls alike are skillful in modeling with the RULES FOR YOUNG WRITERS 1. Write plainly uide of & Use pen and ink, not pencil 8. Bhort erticles will LRI S v 850 weords. 8. Write s0d ad- arose 8% tha Sop of the A5 page First and second prizes of books will be given for ihe best two com- tributions to s page ench week. s &ll communications to CHILDREN'S DEPARTMENT, (First Prize.) The Ragman’s Dream By Mabel Witt, Aged 13 Years, Bennington, Neb. Blue Side. A poor man was walking along the streets of Boston, carrying a bag of rags. It was a warm day. Tired with his long walk, he sat down to rest. He had bought many kinds of rags that day, but as he looked In the bag the red, blue, white and black rags had all reported themselves and were talking about their value. The red and blue rags sald they were more valuable, because they were found in the flag. The black rags sald they were of the most value, because Lhat comforts sor- row, while the white rags sald they were in the flag, they had noticed that the man had pald more for them than the others. The man laughed as he heard the silly quarrel and sald;, “You will all be ground, soaked, boiled and pressed and run between rollers until you won't know which of you are red, white or blue. Some of you will go Into familles. But as rags you would be allowed to remain on the floor In the attic.” He gave the bag a shake and mixed all up sgain. He was A peculiar clay-like soll, the gumbo. They fashion wonderfully realistic birds and animals, making bucking bronchos, with cowboy riders; buffalo, coyotes, range cattle, etc., in which action s striking. Spring means rain storms, which leave puddles of water where boats may be sailed. Spring is the' time for the girls to take their odd little rag dolla out of doors to the cunning weo tepees in the shade of the hquse. Most deliclous mud viands are prepared and imag- inary meals served. The boys run races and play horse, the horses dancing and prancing, shaking their heads and running away, ‘as prairie horses do. Kites “come in" again, made by the boys. Thelr kites’are covered on both sldes, an opening being made in one 8ide, which admits the wind, so that the kite really is somewhat like a bag. Thelr tops, too, are home-made and are handled differently from the way in which our white boys handle theirs. The Indian boy, with a good little whip, keeps his top in motlon for a long time. They have their own pe- culiar siing-shots. These are similar to those of the white boys, but the Indlan boy whirls his round’and round with orle hand, then lets go and the pebble shoots afar. On the hillside the smaller children like to hunt for pebble cows and horses, the mottled stones always representing the cows, while the horses must be larger. In the evenings between supper and bed time, occur the foot races, which the boys Iike. Moccasins are best to run in and the boy who happens to have none orders his mother to make & palr at once. Bach season brings its rounds of amusements, but in the Indlan land spring is as welcome as to the rest of the world. just going to buy some more rags when he awoke and found it all a dream. (8econd Prize.) The Proverb By Verna Kirschbaum, Aged 12 Years, 5ii South Twenty-fourth Street, Omaha. Blue Side. Harriet Stanford was looking over a hook of proverbs when suddenly she stopped. “Time is money,” she read, “what a queer proverb.” But as the clock just struck 2 she put away her book and started out for a walk. She passed by & big red building and then said, “That's where the orphans live. I wish I could help them, but we have no money to spare.” But then she seemed to see the words, “Time Is money,” before her eyes. “I could get up a club and sew things for the orphans,” she sald, “and I believe T'll ask the girls what they think about it." She did so, and as the girls agreed the club was soon started. They agreed to have no meetings dur- ing the summer, but by that time they had finished many things. ‘When th¢ matron of the orphanage re- celved the things she said: “There are many proverbs, my dear, and I hope that all of them will put to such good use.' When Harrlet went to bed that night she felt very happy. Everywhere she went she seemed to hear the proverb, and even the trees, as they nodded, seemed to say, “Time is money." (Honorable Mention.) Helen’s Spite By Rena Nell Mead, Quecn Bee, Aged 13 Years, Blair, Neb. Blue Side. The girls had a rprise party on Grace th¢ other night. “Bdith got It up!" burst out angry little Helen to her mother, when she came home from school one evening, “and they never asked me at all, but them, I'l spite them for it." Her MAY 16, .leaves were 1909 mother went on about her work, bestow- ing no sympathy, thinking it would be best to let Helen learn her own lesson. When she got to school the next morn- ing all the girls called out: “Helen have you got your problems, let's compare?” YNo, 1 haven't,”” snapped Helen. She passed by without another word and went upstalrs. “Why, what have we done to her? When have we offended her?" asked the girls of each other. “Oh, I know what's the mat- ter," exclaimed Edith. “You girls forgot to invite her to your party last night” “That's right, we forgot all about Helen." “Well, the best we can do is to be real friendly towards ber." But Helen would have her spite out and was not willing to make up right away. In atout a week one df-the girls went to her and begged her to be thelr friend again. Oh! What a miserable week it had been and Helen was quite willing to muke up. She was sorry now that she had been =0 spiteful. She always told ‘her little sister the story and at the close she would say, “Now Jenny this Is the moral: Never cut oft your nose to spite your face." Fred's Prize By Martha Noble. Aged 11 Years, 8606 Haw- thorne Avenue (Bemis Park), Omaha. Blue Side. There was great commotion in the little country school house for a prize was to be given to the one who real the best. Ot course Ralph Simerson thought he would get it since his father was the rich- est of all the fathers of the boys in the school. He didn't think the reading mattered much. But the teacher and the superin- tendent did. Talph's father was i proud, seifish man, his mother was a sick, pale, nervous woman. But there was one poor boy named Fied Smith, who -vas paor but honest, and who won the teacher's favor verv rapldly. He worked very Liard for the prize, but had no hope >t wianing it. The teacher watohed him and smiled faintly, for wae knew who would get it When the exciting day came, 1'zed had no new suit to weer ks Ralth. but re was more certain of s work. The superatenilent came atout fifieen minutes bafore 1wo in the afternoon with the prize. livery one wondered what it was and wno would get it. He called uvon each one to read. When he came to Ralph he fafled uttorly, Next was Fred's 'urn. Al eves were turned toward iim. lie read with a vol¢s which was pretty shaky. There were just flve thore to read and then the prize was to be given out. “Fred Smith recelves the prizs,” called out the superintendent. He handed it to I'red, who went home with & happy heart, you may be sure. The Sunflower By Ruth Kirschstein, ed 10 Years, 3601 Grand Avenue, Omaha. Red Bide. Once there was a little fairy that lived in the bottom of a big river. She had her cave far down in the water, but she had & charlot to drive around her realm, for you must know that she was & ruler over the fairles. Her chariot was & beautiful pink shell, and her horses were & fish and a lobster. One time as she was driving eround she fell fast asleep. Her horses kept on going up, up, up, until they reached the surface of the water. The lit- tle fairy started from her sleep, for the shell was stuck tight to the waving grass, and when she saw the glorious sun, the green trees and some little boys fishing, she wondered if she were still asleep. But the thing that caught her fancy most was the sun. She stayed there all day, turn- ing only when the sun set and rose. She stayed there one week, and finally people saw instead of a lovely little fairy a beau- titul “sunflower.” Its green stalk and the fairy's green dress, the petals to the flower were the falry's sunny tresses, and the brown center of the flower was the fairy's dark eyes. Thus this sim- ple story tells us only how we came to get the sunflower. When we see a sunflower let us think that & long time ago it was & water fairy, Lead, Kindly Light | By Rena N. Mead, Queen Bee, Aged 13 Years, Blair, Neb. Blue Side. The girls had organized a Glee club. They met once a week to practice their pleces. All were assembled in Evangeline's room one Saturday evening. Little thought they how much good they were doing as they sang: Lead kindly lght, gloom, Lead thou me on. The night is dark and I am far from home, Lead thou me on! This was the sweet refrain that floated out of the window as a man passed along on his homeward way. He nad been to the saloon and was reeling about when the sweet refrain fell on his ears. It made him sober up and think of home, his wife, and his little girl so dear to him just now. He never before seemed to realize how poor his home really was and how different it amid th' encircling horses. Not that they cared particularly for Bounder and Plunger, for any gocd straight sticks would prove as good hbrses as they, but because they knew their steeds were tethered right at the end of the road leading from town, and they were anxlous to reach their home again. Somehow, they had lost thetr bearings, and did not know which way to go. They had traveled for a long, long time, and seemed to be getting into deeper woods all the while, and now they were thirsty, hungry, tired and badly trightened. Buppose a bear really should come Into sight. Paul declared that the proper thing would be to climb a tree snfaller around than a bear's body, for then the bear could not climb after you Peter thought it would be a good thing to build & circle of small fires, and get Into the center of the burning circle should a bear or an elephant or a giraffe appear. At any rate, the twins were lost and trightened, and wondered what was to be- come of them. And just as Peter was om the point of tears, and Paul's voice was quivering, they heard a sound coming up the hillside. It sounded suspiciously llke a human voice, and it said “Hello! Hello-o-0!" It's @ man!" whispered Paul, fear seiz ing him. “What If it's a wild Indlan? Ugh! Let's hide.” “It may be a wizard!” whispered Peter. “Yes, let's hide.” Then they looked about for a hiding place, secure from the eyes and nose of the being, whae, judging from sound, was approaching. “Hello-0-0-0! Hello-0-0-0!" again came the cry. Peter and Pawl dropped thelr guns, clasped hands, and together erouched behind a fallen tree. Then, discovering thatwypon my the huge tree trunk hollow, they crawled Into it. It was close and smelly in there, and several bugs—frightful, scarey things!—crawled But better bugs than an Indian, or a real wizard, or worse still, maybe a pirate!” ““Hello-0-0! ids, w-h-e-r-e a-r-e you? Hel-l-0-0-0!" The volce was nearer and nearer. and re- sounded in the hollow tree, wh lay trembling Peter and Paul. “It sounds just ke Uncle Tom's voice,” whispered Peter, “Yes, it does,” replied Paul in a whis “But It's some old wizard or witch trying to eatch us by calling out in a volce that sounds like some one we It's what people call deception, you know.” “Yes," whispeted Peter. T as quiet as they their trembling w attract attention to ‘“Well, where do y was over them. know. n both lay they fearsd the log d their hiding ac u suppose those ter- rible twins could have g to?' asked a temillar voice, coming from some one within a few feet §f the treé trunk. “Mrs Jones sald she them coming toward Old Witch this morning, riding thelir stick horses. And we've found thelr stick horses tied to a tree half a mile down the hill- side. It's like the little scamps to get lost in this woods." “Yes, they'rs already lost, I'll be bound,” said auvilier “The other one talks Fred Smith," whispered Peter. if it really could be But he didn't finish his question, for at the moment & hand caught hold of his foot and a volce cried out: “Why, here's one of the rascals! I've got his foot! Well, . for ake saw like Uncle Tom's ““Wonder word!—crawled into a tree lke And the next instant Peter was d by main force Into daylight, and here, laughing at him till the tears trick- ed down his cheeks, stood his Uncle Tom, and beside him, in open mouthed wonder, was Fred Smith, “Where's Paul?" asked Uncle Tom, as soon as he could find his volce, for Peter's aspect had been so comical “In there, t00.” And Peter pointed into the of the tree. But, as he spoke, Paul began to make his exit, coming out feet foremost, and in a most ungraceful manner, his coat turned up over his ears and his face red from exertion and em. barrassment. As soon as Uncle Tom could get htm right end up and could co: trol his laughter he asked: “Now, young- sters, why did you come here without first asking you mother's consent? And, com- why aid hilde?” Peter and Paul stammered thelr excuses as best they could, ending by saying they » find @ bear to carry But that t would be very glad home with Uncle Tom and Mr. Fred, though they hadn't shot anything. “Well, my little runaways, your mother is very much frightened about you, and we've sent to fetch you. But the minute you get home you'll be put to bed without dinner or supper, for you' have to pay the penalty for your naughtiness Your mother was planning to take you to e wouds a rabbit!" hollow ing you had hoped home. to go even been you'll have your plenie in bed—in a dark room, without a usual plenic spread. Come; one, two, march!” And Peter and Paul, declaring under their breath that they'd never run away again, followed thelr jolly uncle, who led them out of the wilder- ness i e today, must seem to his wife from her happy childhovd days. He started for home re- solved never again to enter the saloon. He would try to make her life happy if they were not rich. He saw the little candle in the window waliting as usual to lead him home. He thought agaln of the sweet re- frain. It was the little candle that led first, then his wife and child. Now he is leading her and his daughter and all be- cause of the Girls' Glee club, The Mountain Princess By Helen Cro Aged 11 Years, 212 Front Street, North Platte, Neb. Blue Side. There was once a princess who lived In a castle on the top of a mountain and it was sald that the young man who would bring her the most beautiful flowers would have her hand in marriage. There was & king who lived near by and he had two sons, the oldest seemed to be very very bright, but the younger was a simple, little fellow. The king heard of the princess and made up his mind to have his oldest son try his luck, so he turnished him with beautiful flowers, a horse, wine, and a few rich cakes and started him on his journey. The younger son had heard of this princess also, and he went to ask his father, but the father refused to furnish him with a horse o that he would be able to go. But the boy went to the barn and got an old mule and drew some sour beer and started on his journey. The eldest son rode along away up the mountain when he \met an old man who asked him for some of his wine, and cakes, but the young man refused him and he rode until he came to the door of the castle where he was allowed to be shown to the princess, but just as he was in front of the throne the flowers became common sunflowers and the princess laughed at him and he returned home heart-broken. The younger son had also met the old man and he told him he had only sour beer, but he would share it gladly. The old man drank it and wished the boy good luck. The boy had been gathering ‘wild flowers as those were the only ones he could get. He was shown into the prin- cess' presence and when he reached the throne his flowers turned Into the most beautiful flowers and the princess ex- clalmed, “Oh, what beautiful flowers!" The princess liked the man and they were married. Ruth’s Lesson Mildred Whitehead, Aged 1) Years, Mitchell, Neb. Blue Side. Ruth was 10, and a very large girl for her size. She had been cutting out paper dolls and when she was through her mother told her to pick up the scraps. “As soon I am through with this story,” sald Ruth. But when Ruth was finished reading her book she took an- other, but as soon as she was about half way through she heard a knock at the door. Bhe opened it and there was one of her friends. BShe wanted Ruth to go out riding. “I will ask my mamma,” said Ruth, But Ruth's mother would not let Ruth go until she had picked up the scra) 80 Ruth's friend got someone else. Ruu:"l motto was always obey your parents. The Fairies’ May Party By Jeanette Thornton, Aged § Years, Gering, Neb. Blue Side. The fairies were going to have a May party. It was a very grand occasion, for they were to choose & queen. They had a throne covered with flowers and ribbons for the queen; also some chairs decorated with flowers for the fairles. At a little distance there stood & May pole twined with bright ribbons. It was a very pretty scene. The falries came at 8 o'clock. First they danced around the May pole. Then they chose the queen, which was a falry named Lily. Then they played games and had a merry tme. Next they crowned the queen and this is the way they did 1 They chose two fairies and the fairles took the crown and placed it on the queen's head. Then the fairles Joined hands and danced around the queen, singing. Then each fairy told a story or sang & song. Just as they finished a gold carriage drove up and they all got in and started for Fairyland. Returning Good for Evil By Marguerita Carpenter, 312 Cuming Street, Omaha. Blue Side. “Please, sir, may 1 see my mother? sobbed a small boy of 10 at the under- taker's door. His mother was dead and they had no money to bury her. So the undertaker was going to bury her like a pauper. His father—well, his father was nothing to him, for it was all of elght years since little Joe's father had crossed the threshold of his home. And now that his mother was dead, what had he in the world? “Go away, you rascal,” gruifly answered the undertaker. lease, sir, just once; you know sh is my mother and was everything to m: he sald, choking between the words. “What did I tell yc thundered the undertaker and he sent a kick at poor Joe. Joe bravely pulled himselt up. He shook his fist and sald “Walt till I'm & man; Oh, mother! mother! on the ground. A gray-haired room. The judge said who will plead his cause? The man qualled under the words. Of course everyone thought him gullty. But up the alsle @ well-dressed young man came. I suppose you know me?” he in- quired. “No," replied the old man. “I am the boy who eleven you would not let see his dead “I suppose now you have come for your nge?” he questioned 0, T have come to your trouble. You know what a wrong you did me, but I feel sorry for you and will help you. You know the Bible says ‘Return good for evil Henry’s Good Fortune By Bertha Buffum, Aged 12 Y %, Tecum Neb. Flue Side. lived with his mother in the of Lakeville His father was Mothe I have a By ow'll pay for this." And he sank down court no one man sat in the “Is there years ago mother help you out of seh, Henry Clay little villa dead and he had to He was a ferry man. Or his mother and sald g00d job as a sallor. [ am goIg fo cru! the Atlantic ocean. I will goae two years.” The mother was sorcy 'o he alone all that time. The next diy Mrs. Henry's clothes, for he o'elock that afternoon. His mother bade gondibye and as the ship left the harbor the mother went back to her little cottage feeling very lonaly withou: her only son. The next day & ady n Llack knocked at her door. It was her sister, Mrs. Harmon. She had come to stay with her while Henry was away. Henry arrived in six days, he sent & letter by, the first Clay packed up was ‘0 siart at 3 steamer telling his mother he had arriveq there all right and Mr. Sanderson, tha sallor, was going to sall to leeland In . few days. Henry sent his mother half Ly wages, enough to support her till he got his next month' Days, weeks, months and years oircle away (till the two years were gone ar it was time for Henry to return hor Mrs. +Clay and Mrs. Harmon were sitt sewing when a young man knocked at t door, and she did not know him. He pu his arms around her and sald: “Don you know me, mother?’ “My littls son she whispered once, “my little son an now a man' Henry had lald up h share of his wages and had the sum o five thousand dollars in the bank, and ! and his mother and Mrs, Harmon lived in happiness efer after. The Bee By Marguerite Riley, Aged § Year Vinton Street, Oinaha. Red Sid The bee has long been & type of the In- dustrious worker but there are few peopla who know how much labor the swoct hoard of the hive represents. Each hcad ¢ clover contains a portion of Sugar not ex- ceeding the B00th part of a grain. The proboscis of the bes must therefors be inserted Into 500 clover tubes before one grain of sugar can be obtained. There ara 7,00 grains in @ pound, and, as honey contains three-fourths of its welght of dry sugar each pound of honey represents 2,500,000 clover tubes sucked by bees. Augusta’s Kind Deed By Ml? Blisabeth Hamilton, Aged 1t ears, Omaha. Blue Side. Augusta was the only child of a very rich family, but she was not spoiled or sel- fish like some rich children are. Next door to her lived a family of very poor chil. dren. The next day was going to be her birthday and she would be 6§ years old She asked her mother if she might have the children that lived next door over to supper, her mother sald, ‘Yes The mother of the children said that one o them could wear her hat and best dress but they all wanted too, 60 she made them B0 just as they were. They did not have very nicg table man ners, but nobody oared. They all had & very nice time. How I Spent My Vacation By Blla Schulz, 10 Yedrs, 1000 Henrt etta Avenue, st 8t. Louls, Il Red Side. One day in June I got a letter from ti country saying that I should pack my valise .as soon school was out and come and spend the summer. I was very anxious to go and could hardly wait until school was out. I had only one Week ta walt, but it seemed like a month. But by and by the school exerclses were over and the next morning I should start for the country. 1 woke at 6 o'clock, for the train left af 7:50. I ate my breakfast at 6:16 and then started for the station. The traln was late. Soon we heard the whistle and we all got on the train, which included my twa sistors and myself, At last wo reached the small town and found my aunt and uncle and my litte cousin waiting for us. That evening we went to bed very early for we were tired of riding en the train all day. The next morning we got up very early and went out with my little cousin to see the horse: There were two little ponies and we each rode on one. All at once mine turned a curve and I tumbled off. I happened to fall in the grass and did not get hurt, The next day we went on a squirrel hunt and we got two squirrels and a rabbit The other days were spent in happiness also. We stayed for two weeks and thought we had had the best time we ever had. And thought the next summer we would like to go again. Two Girls By Mildred Johnson, Aged 13 Years, Wa hoo, Neb. Blue Side. There were two lttle girls, whose names ‘were Evelyn Thornton and Marian Rich- mond. Marlan had everything she wanted, but Bvelyn had to earn money. 8o, one day their teacher at school said: “In a month I am golng to have a prize given to the girl who has earned and saved the money." 8o, as they were going home Marian sald to Evelyn: “It is no use for you to try, because I can get my papa to give me some money." “Oh,” sald Bvelyn, “would you do that! I wouldn't. That would be deceitful. She sald for us to earn some."” “Oh, well, I don't care, sald Marfan In & few days Evelyn was working ver) hard and had $12, while Marian didn’'t have any. : At last the time came when the prises were to be glven out. Marian's papa had given her §200, whil Marian only had $12. At last they said that Marian had th, prize, and she got a pretty diamond ring and after she got it she sald she didn’\ want It, and she told the whole story. Evelyn and she is mow working In store and getting $100 a month, Marlan 1sn't dolng anything. got the prize millinery while Edith Margaret _Langdon. Neb,, Red Side sald BEdith, “I can't wake be content at home, giris to see Winnifred and How- By Aged 10, Gretna “0, gee," mamma up, 1 was going ard.” “Why can't you wake her up?” said Kate Jenkins. “Because she sald not to," re- plied Edith “0, we don't care, we're going on,” sald May. Very soon they were playing and having a good time. Meantime Mrs. Bairy woke up, and Edith was going over. Soon she heard ams and yelling. Playing in the bamn ey set it on fire. BAith was glad to stay At school next day they sald she was wis Moral: It is best to obey. Riddles Aged 12 Years. 1387 South By May Bertch Omaha. Red Side. Twenty-fourth St., 1 Round as an apple, black &s a bear, it you don’t guess that T will pull your hair, Answer, Stove Ud. ok at the moon, is & man in it. 3 What the name of our president seventeen years ago? Taft 18 the answe: little dog with three letters. An- Pup. 5 What three letters would turn & giel tnto a lady? Answer. Age. Why does & rabbit go over & MM, swer, He can't go through it, | Why do girls Answer, Because ther Spell swer.