Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, May 16, 1909, Page 23

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 18 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 this 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 storfes are preferred by the Busy Bees, so that they are the only one" 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 Myrtle 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 nuw includes: Marguerite Johnson, 938 North Twenty- Joun Dy Long, inra: ng, Alnsworth, NQ Irens McCoy, Barnston, Neb. Lillian Merwin, Beaver City, " Neb. Mabel Witt, Bennington, Neb. Anna Gottsch, Bennington, Neb. Minnle Gottsch, Bennington Neb. Benson, Creighton, Hahn, David Cit Hunice. Boge, Fane. City, “Nev.” ] ‘Alls t] eb. Ethel ‘Reed, Fismoni, Vew. ulda Lundburg, Fremont, Neb. arion Caspe, Gtoaon Neb. Marguerite rtholomew Gothenburg, Neb. L €06 West Koenig street, Grand and, Neb. 401 West Charles street, Grana 1u5 West Neb. Jessie Crawford, 405 West Charles street, Grand Island, Neb. Pauline Schulte, 417 West Fourth street, Grand Island, Neb. Martha Murphy, 98 East Ninth street, Grand Island, Neb. Hugh Rutt, Lesbara, Nel Hester E. Rutt, Leshara, Neb. Alioe T.lnpll. Lexington, N Ruth Temple, Lexington. nna Neilson, Lexingto: ythe Kreits, l&fl"wn. Neb arjorie Templ on, N Alice Grassmeyer, 1665 C S8t., Lincoln, Nep. liton, 202 L St., Lincoln, Neb. ton, 229 L 8t Lincoln, L street, Lincoln, Neb er, 2080 L street, Lincoin, Neb. s!” s, L stello McDonald, liton Selzer, Nebras ry Crawford, Nebr: Harvey Crawfor e City) ‘New™ Lucile Hazen, Norfolk, Neb. Letha Larkin, So. Sixth St., Norfolk, Neb. Bmma Marquardt, Fifth street and Madi- son avenue, Norfolk, Neb. Mildred F. Jones, North Loup, Neb. Qerevieve M. Jones, North Loup, Neb. Helen Goodrich, 410 Nicholas street, Omahs Orrin Fisher, 1210 South Eleventh street, Omaha. l(l)llr.d Erickson, 2100 Howard street, maha. Oscar Erickson, 2100 Howard street, Omahw. Louls Raabe, 2000 North Nineteenth ave- rue, Omaha. ces Johnson, 933 North Twenty-fifth Bighth street, Emma Carruthers, 321 North Twenty-fift! Leonora Denison, The Alblon, Tenth and Pacific streets, Omaha. Mae Hammond, O'N: e L. Daniels, Earl Perkins, Reddington, Emma JKostal, 1616 O street, Bouth Omaha Edpa Knis. Stanton, Neb. Ethel Enis, Stanton, Neb. Lena Petersen, 3211 Locust street, Bast Omaha. Ina Carney, Sutton, Clay cognty, Neb. Clara_Miller, Utica, Neb. Alta Wilken, Waco, Neb. Mae Grunke, West Point, Neb. Tilker, Neb, Winside, Neb. “York, N Edna Behling, York, Ne Mary Frederick, York, Neb. Carrie B. Bartlétt, Fontanelle, Ia. Irene Reynolds, Little sn‘;g:( Fthel Mulholland, Box 71, Eleanor Mellor. Malvern, Ia. Kathryne Mellor, Malvern, Ta. Ruth Robertson, Manllla, Ta. Utidred Robertacn, Manilla, In. Margaret B. Witherow, hurnln. Ta Frea Sorry, Monarch, 'Wyo John Barron, Monarch, Edith Amend, Sheridan, Pauling. Bquire, Grand, Ok Fad s’?l ey, 20 Troup street, Kansas ty, E Henry L. Workinger, care Sterling Remedy company, Attica, Ind. Mary Brown, 2381’ Boulevard, Omaha. Eva Hendee, #02 Dodge street, Omaha. Juanita Innes, 7769 Forl street, Omaba. Lilllan Wirt, 4168 Cass street; Omaha. Emile Brown, 223 Beulevard, Omaha. Meyer Cohn, 84 Georgia avenue, Omaha. Ada Morris, 84 Frankiin street, Oman&. Myrtle Jensen, 2000 Izard street, Omaha. Gall Howard, 412 C: 1 avenue, Helen Houck, 163 Lo street, Bxaerson Goodrich, 4010 Nicholas, Maurice Johnson, 1027 Locust St., Leon Carson, 1124 North Fortieth, Omaha. Wilma Howard, 4723 Capitol Ave., Omaha. Hilah Fisher, 1210 South Eleventh, Omaha. Mildred Jonsen, 2707 Leavenworth, Omaha. na Heden, 2 Chicago street, Mabel Shelfelt, 4914 North Twenty Ftredt, Omaha: Walter' Johnsn, 3§ North Twentieth street, Omaha. y 0. 'yo. Peter and Paul Go A-Hunting y Maud Walker. BETER AND PAUL were twin brothers, 9 years old. Their home was In & 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 only a few of such now remained, and they were of the small and harmless varjety. 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 dls- tant. “Say, Pete,” he sald, calling to his brother, who was at the moment riding & 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 as sure-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 Witeh, 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 ly stickhorse can be, while Plunger stood led to a small tree near to the gate, await- Ing his master's pleasure. Peoter and Paul ran Into the house and ot 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 cioud, their guns in place over their shoulders, gleaming in the sun- light. 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 pairs of girl twins aid not really countl). “Did you ask mamma if we might go to Old Witch tpis morning?’ asked Paul as they pranced across a little bridge which spanned a creek half a mile from home. “Nope,” replied Peter. “Didn't you ask her?” “Nope. I left that for you to do while 1 got my gun," explained Paul. “But I was getting my gun at the same time,” replied Peter. “Sure, you should have asked mamma if we might come a-hunting on Old Witeh.' “Ob, she won't eare, 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 soon 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, 1 mean, that Bounder ls getting tired! It's a long way for a horse, to travel without a res “Ob, we'll soon be there,” said Paul. “Plunger is a bit tired in his front legs, but his hind legs are strong yet, Let's trot up.” 8o Peter and Paul “trotted up,” and soon entered the woods that grew over the sides of Old Witch, Then the hunt began. Owing to the noise made by the horees' hoofs the twins de- clded to go afoot up the steep hillside, leaving thelr horses tied to a tree at the however, for they had already traveled a foot. They made rather slow progress, mile, and much of the way had been uphill. . Ncon found Peter and Paul wandering about, much frightened, hunting for thelr The Little Indian and Springtime - Grace V. Bradley, 3814 Charles Street, Omaha. HAT is spring to the little In- dlan, the real child of Na- ture? It means, to those in school, a desire (often car- rled out) to be a moment *late 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 18 in the Bloux language, 80 the Ifttle Indlans 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 ladies. They dis- cover the little prairle dogs, busy again on their summer homes. Best of all, they find the wild onlon, or garllo (then their teachers know spring has come), and here and there during play time are groups of chil- dren digging, & stick for the 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 Indtan thinks worth any amount of searching and digging for. Then, when we go for a walk, there is little walking, for the children 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 tie strings to these immense ‘‘tumble weeds" and let them blow in the air. The Indlan 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 5t the switch, bends it back- ward, suddenly jerks his hand away and the mud sings afar into the air. The little girls, more aesthetic, braid the new blades of ‘grass, making crosses, mats, etc. Boys and girls allke are skilitul in modeling with the (First Prize.) The man’s Dream By Mabel Witt, Aged 13 Years, Bennlngton, 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 Test. 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 themselyes and were talking about their value. The red and blue rags sald they were more valuable, because they were found i the flag. The black rags sald they were of the most value, because ihat 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, bolled 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 families. But as rags you would be allowed to remain on the floor in the attlc.” He gave the bag a shake and mixed all up sgain. He was h 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 valled. Spring s the time for the girls to take their odd little rag dolls out of doors to the cunning wee tepees in the shade of the heuse. Most dellcious mud, viands are prepared and imag- inary meals served. The boys run races and play horse, the ho 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 sides, an opening belng mado in one slde, which admits the wind, so that the kite really is somewhat like a bag. Their 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- cullar siing-shots. These are similar to those of the white boys, but the Indian boy whirls his round’ and round with ore 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 llke. Moccasins are best to run in and the boy who happens to have none orders his mother to make & pair 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. 7 s .m just going to buy some more rags when he awoke and found it all a dream. (Becond Prize.) The Proverb By Verna Kirschbaum, Aged 12 Year: © " South Twenty-fourth Street, Omaha. Blue Blide. Harriet Stanford was looking over a book 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 a blg 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 belleve I'll ask the girls what they think about it.”" 8he 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 Harrfet 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 18 money." 511 (Honorable Mention.) Helen’s Spite By Rena Nell Mead, Queen Bee, 13 Years, Blair, Neb. Blue Side. The girls had a surprise party on Grace the¢f other night. “Edith 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 then, I'l spite them for it.” Her Aged 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?” “No, 1 haven't,” snapped Helen. Sha passed by without another word and went upstairs. “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,” exclalmed 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 her.” But Helen would have her spite out and was not willing to make up right away. In atout a week one of-the girls went to her and begged her to be their 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 ®o spiteful. She always told Her little sister the story and at the close she would say, “Now Jenny this is the moral: Never cut off 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. Of course Ralph Simerson thought he would get it since his fathér 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 & proud, selfish man, his mother was a sick, pale, nervous woman, But there was one poor boy nawmed Fied Smith, who -vas por but honest, ond who won the teacher’'s favor verv rapldly. He worked very lard for the prize, but had no hope >f wianng it. The teacher watohed him and smiled faintly, for wae knew who would get it. When the exciting day came, 1'7ed had no new suit to weer Itks Ralth, but Fe was more certain of s work. The superatendent came atout fifleen minutes before two in the afternoon with the prize. 1livery one wondered what it was and wno would get it. He called uvon each nne to read. When he came to Ralph he failed utterly. Next was Fred's turn. Al eves wero turned toward nim. lie read with a vo'ce which was pretty shaky. There were just five thore to read and then the prize was to be given out. “Fred Smith receives the prizs,” called out the supecrintendont. He handed 1t to I'red, who went home with & happy heart, you may be sure. The Sunflower By Ruth Kirschstein, Aged 10 Years, 3601 Grand Avenue, Omaha. Red Side. Once there was a little fairy that lived in the bottom of a big river. She had her cave fur down in the water, but she had & chariot to drive around her realm, for you must know that she was & ruler over the fairles. Her chariot was a beautiful pink shell, and her horses were & fish and a lobster. One time as she was driving around 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 lttle boys flshing, 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 leaves were 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 g the sunflower. When we see a sunflower let us think that a long time ago It was & water falry, 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 thelr pieces. All were assembled in Bvangeline's room one Saturday evening. Little thought thay how much good they were doing as they san 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 & 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 anxious to reach their home again. Somehow, they had lost their 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 frightened, and wondered what was to e- come of them. And just as Peter was on the point of tears, and Paul's voice was quivering, they heard a sound coming up the hillside. It sounded suspiciously like a human voice, and It said “Hello! Hello-o-o!" “It's @ man!" whispered Paul, fear selz- ing him. “What If it's a wild Indian? 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, wha, judging from sound, was approaching. “Hello-0-0-0! Hello-0-0-0!" again cAme the cry. Peter and Paul dropped their &uns, clasped hands, and together erouched behind a fallen tree. Then, discovering thatwypon my word!—crawled into a tree like the huge tree trunk hollow, they crawled into it. It was close and smelly in there, and several bugs—frightful, scarey things!—crawled over them. But better bugs than an Indian, or a real wizard, or worse still, maybe a pirat “Hello-0-0! Kids, w-h-e-r-e a-r-e you? Hel-l-0-0-01"" The volce was nearer and mearer. and re- sounded in the hollow tree, where lay trembling Peter and Paul. “It sounds just ke Uncle Tom's voice,” whispered Peter. “Yes, it does,” replied Paul in a whi “But 1t's some old wizard or witch t to catch us by calling out in a volce that sounds like some one we know. It's what people call deception, know “Yes," whispeted Peter. Then both lay as as they could, for they fearsd thelr trembling would shake the and attract attention to their hiding “Well, where do Jose those ter- rible twins could have to?" asked a famillar voice, coming from some one within a few feet §f the treé trunk. “Mrs Jones sald she saw them coming toward Old Witch this morning, riding thelr 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 another voice, also familiar. “The other one ta'ks like Uncle Tom's Fred Smith," whispered Peter. ‘“Wonder if it really could be—" But he didn’t finish his question, for at the moment a hand caught hold of his foot and a volce cried out: “Why, he one of the rascals! I've got his foot! Well, . was you quiet log u su & rabbit!” And the next instant Peter was pulled by maln force Into daylight, and there, laughing at him till the tears trick- led down his cheeks, stood his Uncle Tom, and beside him, in open mouthed wonder, was Fred Smith, “Where's Paul?’ asked Uncle Tom, as so0on 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 > make his exit, coming out feet 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 him right end up and could ¢ trol his laughter he asked: ow, young- sters, why did you come here without first asking you mother's consent? And, ing, why did you hide?’ P and Paul stammered thelr excuses as best they c ending by saying they hoped to find a bear to carry home But that they would be very glad to go home with Uncle Tom and Mr. Fred, even 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'M have to pay the penalty for your naughtiness. Your mother was planning to take you to the woods for a pienic today, but now you'll have your picnie In bed—in a dark room, without & 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- nesa % hollow begar foremost, com- er uld, to his wife from her happy childhood 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 Cross, 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 a 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, & 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 go 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 g0od 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- claimed, “Oh, what beautiful flowers!" The princess liked the man and they were married. must seem Ruth’s Lesson By Mildred Whitehead, Aged 10 Years, Mitchell, Neb. Blue Bide. 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 as 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. She opened it and there was one of her friends. She 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 scraps, #0 Ruth's friend got someone else. Ruth's motto was always obey your parents. The Fairies’ May Party By Jeanette Thornton, Aged 9 Years, Gering, Neb. Blue Side. I The fairies were golng to have a May party. It was a very grand occaslon, for they were to choose a 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 thére stood & May pole twined with bright ribbon It was a very pretty scene. The fairles came at 8 o'clock. First they danced around the May pole. Then they chose the queen, which was a fairy named Lily. Then they played games and had a merry time. Next they crowned the queen and this is the way they did it: They chose two fairies and the fairies took the crown and placed it on the queen's head. Then the fairles joined hands and danced around the quecn, 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, 332 Cuming Street, Omaha. Blue Side. “Please, #ir, 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. 8o the undertaker was going to bury her like a pauper. His father—well, his father was nothing to him, for it was all of eight 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, the undertaker. “Please, sir, s my mother " gruffly answered just once; you know she and was everything to me,” he sald, choking between the words. “What did I tell you?' thundered the undertaker and he sent a kick at poor Joe. Joe bravely pulled himself up. He shook his fist and sald: 'Walt till I'm a man; Oh, mother! mother! on the ground. A gray-haired man sat in the court room. The judge said: “Is there no one who will plead his cause?” The man quafled under the words. ecourse everyone thought him gullty. up the aisle a well-dressed young came, “I suppose you know me?" quired. “No," replied the old man. “I am the boy who eleven years ago )nu would not let see his dead mother.' “I suppose now you have come for your enge?” he questioned », T have come to help you out of your trouble. You know what a wrong you aid 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 Years, Tecum- seh, Neb. Blue Side. lived with his mother in the f Lakeville His father was had to support his mother. man. One day he came to sald: “Mother, [ have a good job as a sallor. T am going 1o cross the Atlantic ocean. I will be goae two years.” The mother was so1cy 'o he alone all that time. The next @iy Mrs. Clay gacked up Henry's clothes, for he was ‘o start at 3 o'clock that afterncon. His mother bade him goodlbye and as the ship left the harbor the mother went back to her liftle cottage feeling very lonsly without her only son. The next day a 1ady 'n ULlack 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 seat @ letter by, the first owll pay for this.” And he sank down of But man he in- Henry Clay little village dead and he He was a ferry his mother and steamer telling his mother he had arrived there all right and Mr. Sanderson, the sallor, was golng to sail to Iceland In 1 few days. Henry sent his mother half hiy wages, enough to support her till he gut his next month' Days, weeks, months and years circleq away /till the two years were gone and it was time for Henry to return homa Mrs. Clay and Mrs. Harmon were sitting sewing when a young man knocked at the door, and she did not know him. He put his arms around her and sald: “Don't you know me, mother?’ “My littls son she whispered once, “my lttle son and now & man' Henry had Ilaid up hix share of his wages and had the sum ot five thousand dollars in the bank, and he and his mother and Mrs, Harmon lived in happiness eter after. The Bee By Marguerite Riley, Aged § Years, Vinton Street, aha. Red Bide. 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 head of clover contains a portion of Sugar not ex- ceeding the B00th part of a grain. Tha proboscis of the bee must therefors be inserted into 500 elover tubes before one grain of sugar can be obtained. There are 7,00 grains in & pound, and, as honey contains three-fourths of Its welght of dry sugar each pound of honey represents 2,600,000 clover tubes sucked by bees. Augusta’s Kind Deed By Mlv Blizabeth Hamlilton, Aged 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 sald that one of them could wear her hat and best dress but they all wanted too, so she made them 80 just as they were. They did not have very nicg table man ners, but nobody cared. They all had 1 very nice time. £ " How I Spent My Vacation By Bila Schulz, Aged 10 Yedrs, 1000 Henr etta Avenue, st 8t. Louls, Il Red Side. One day In June I got a letter from the country saying that I should pack my valise as soon as school was out and come and spend the summer. I was very anxious to go and could hardly walt 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 at 7:50. I ate my breakfast at 6:16 and then started for the station. The train was late. Soon we heard the whistle and we all got on the train, which included my two sisters and myself. At last we reached the small town and found. my aunt and uncle and my lite cousin waiting for us. That evening we went to bed very early for we were tired of riding on the traln all day, The next morning We got up very early and went out with my lttle cousin to see the horses. There were two little ponles and we each rode on one. All at once mine turned & 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 hun( 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 little girls, whose names were Evelyn Thornton and Marian Rich- mond. Marian had everything she wanted, but Bvelyn had to earn money. 8o, one day their teacher at school sald: “In a month I am golng to have a prize given to the girl who has earned and saved the money.” 80, as they were going home Marian said to Bvelyn: “It is no use for you to try, because I can get my papa to give me some money.” “Oh,” said Bvelyn, “would you do that! I wouldn't. That would be deceitful. She said for us to earn some. “Oh, well, I don't care, In & few days Evelyn was working very hard and had $13, while Marlan dldn't hav any. At last the time came when the prises were to be given out. Marian's papa had given her $200, whik Marian only had $12. At last they said that Marian had thy prize, and she got a pretty diamond ring and after she got it she sald she dldn'\ want it, and she told the whole story. Evelyn got the prize and she is mnow working in a millinery store and getting $100 & month, while Marian lsn't dolng anything. Edith By Margaret Langdon, Neb.,, Red Blde “0, gee" sald Edith, “I can't wake mamma up, so be content at home, girls 1 was going to see Winnifred and How- 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,” M Very soon they were playing and having a good time. Meantime Mrs, Bairy woke up, and Edith was golng over. Soon she heard screams and yelling. Playing in the bam they set it on fire. Bdith was glad to stay home. At school next day they sald she was wise. Moral: Aged 10, Gretna said It is best to obey. Riddles May Bertch, Aged 12 Years. 137 South Twenty-fourth St., Omaha. Red Side. 1 Round as an apple, black s a bear, if you don't guess that T will pull your hatr, Answer. Stove lid By ok at the moon, a man in it. 8. the name of our president Taft 18 the answer, Why do glrls ! Answer, Because there is What was seventeen years ago’ Spell little dog with three letters. An- swer, Fup. P, ‘What thr etters would turn & gtel tnto o lady? Answer. Age. ‘Why does a rabbit go m.- Ane swer, He can't go through it