Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, November 28, 1909, Page 24

| o OORAY FOR THANKSGIVING! , according to the jolly storfes sent in by And the turkeys, cranberries and all kinds of good have had a fine holiday the children things which must have disappeared. All of the Busy Bees seemed to But if it made the little boys and girls happy and appreciate why we celebrate Thanksgiving day, then conside able has been accomplished A little boy wrote that he thought his story had been thrown in the waste basket If he addressed the letter carefully and signed it he will find that it will be printed either today or next Sunday, as all of the stories received by the editor within the last month have from last week, and they are printed today te basket, as the Busy Bees have remembered the has been thrown in the wa: ruls and have sent in interesting stories. this week for the first time wrote carefully in stories write their names, ages and addresses. One of our Busy Bees, 8adie Finch, been printed, except a few stories left Not a story for several weeks Even the new Busy Bees who sent n‘m aid not forget to who has won two prizes this year, cel- shrated her twelfth birthday last Monday at her home in Kearney and bad a tea party. Bassett Ruf, and Agnes McDermott of Casper, Wyo. veral new Busy Bees have joined this week, among these being Cammilla Edholm, both of Omaha; Vera McClellan of Fremont everal splendid Thanksgiving stories were sent in this week and prizes were awarded to Ruth Ashby, on the Blue side, and Helen Morris, on the Red side. Honorable mention was given to cial mention should also be given to Alice Temple, Emilie Brown, on the Blue side. Spe- on the Blue side. Any of the Busy Bees may send cards to anyone whose name is on the stcard Exchange, which now Monarch, Wyo. Jswortn, Neb Neb. City, Neb Neb. Neb b. Neb, (box 12). | Larron, Jean Le Long, A McCuy, Barnston, Linian Merwin, Beaver Mavel Witt, Bennington, Auna Goutsch, Benuington, Minnie Gotisch, Bennington Agnes Dumnke, Benson, I Mario Gallagher, benkeiman, a4 May, Central City, Nep. vera Cheney, Creighton, N Louis & n, David City, Lnea Freldell, Dorchest luunice Bode, Fails City, Nev, rainel Reed, Fremont, Neb, Hulda Lundburg, Fremont, Marion Capps, Gibson, Neo. Marguerite Bartholomew, Qothenburg, Neb. Neb, Neb. Lydia Roth, 6 West Koenig street, island, Neb. Ella Voss, 407 West Charjes street, Island, Neb. Iicne Costello, 115 West Eighth street, Grand Island, Neb, Jessie Crawford, 4w West Charles street, Grand 1sland, Neb. Pauline Schulte, 412 West Fourth street, and 1siand, Neb. Martha Murphy, Y8 East Ninth street, Grand Island, Nev. * Hugh Rutt, Leshara, Neb, Hester E. Rutt, Leshara, Neb. Alice Temple, Lexington, Neb. Ruth Temple, Lexington, Neb. Anna Nelison, Lexington, Neb Edythe Kreitz, Lexington, Neb, Marjorfe Temple, Lexington, Neb. Alico Grassmeyer, 1545 C. St., Lincoln, Neb. Marian Hamilton, 2029 L. St." Tincoln, Neb, Elsie Hamilton, 20 L St. Lincoin, Neb. Irene Disher, 2080 1, street. Lincoln, Neb. Hughle Dishér, 2030 L sueel, Lincoln, Neb, Charlotte Boges, 227 South Fifieenth sireet, Lincoin, Ne Heien Johnson, 34 South Seventeenth sireet, Lincoln, Neb. Loulse 'Stilcs, Lyons, Neb. Estelle Mcbonald, Lyons, Neb. Seizer, Nebraska City, Crawford, N Marvey Crawford, Nebraska Lucile’ Hazen, Norfolk, Neb. Helen Reynolds, Norfolk, Neb. Letha Larkin, So. Sixth St., Norfolk, Neb. Emma Marquardt, Fifth street and Madi- son avenue, Norfolk. Neb, Genevieve M. Jones, North Loup, Neb, Neb. Neb, Urrin Fisher, 1210 8. Eleventh St., Omaha. Mildred Erickson, 2700 Howard St., Omaha. Oscar lirickson, 2109 Howard St Omaha. Loulse Raabe, 2609 North Nineteenth ave- nue, Omaha. Frances Johngon, 933 North Twenty-fifth avenue, Omaha Marguerite Johnson, 938 North Twenty- fifth avenue, Omaha. Emile Brown, 2322 Boulevard, Omaha. Helen Goodrich, (010 Nichoids St., Omabs. ary Eva’ Hendee, Brown, 2 410 Boulevard, Omaha. Dodge street, Omaha. Jack Coad includes: Juanita Innes, 2769 Fort street, Omaha. 3718 Farnam street, Omaha. Lillian Wirt, 4168 Cuss street, Omaha. Meyer Cohn, 846 Georgla avenue, Omaha. Ada Mo , 3424 Frankiin street, Omuha. Myrtie Jensen, 2909 Izard strect, Omaha Gail Howard, 4722 Capitql avenue, Omaha. Helen Houck, 162 Lothrop street! Omaha. Emerson Goodrich, 4010 Nicholas, Omaia Maurice Johnson, 1027 Locust, St., Omal Leon Carson, 1124 North Fortieth, Omaha, Gretchen Eastman, 136 South Thirty- eighth street, Omaha Pauline Coad, 5718 Farnamn street, Omaha. Wilma Howard, 4723 Capitol avenue, Omaha. Hilah Fisher, 1210 South Eleventh, Omaha. Mildred Jensen, 2707 Leavenworth, Omaha. Edna Heden, 2789 Chicago street, Omaha. Mabel Sheifelt, 4914 North Twenty-tiitn street, Omaha., Walter Johnson, street, Omaha Emma Carvuthers, 3211 North Twenty-fifth street, Omaha. Leonora Denison, The Alblon, Pacific streets, Omaha. Mae Hammond, O'Neill. Neb, Madge L. Daniels, Ord, Neb. Zola_ Beddeo, Orleans, Agnes Richmond, Orleans, Neb, Marie Fleming, Osceola, Neb. Lotta Woods, Pawnee City, Neb. Barl Perkins, Reddington, Neb. kdna Enis, Stanton, Neb. Lena Petersen, 2211 Locust St., E. Omaha. 1na Carney, Sutton, Clay county, Nebraska, Clara Milier, Utica, Neb, Mildred F. Jones, North Loup, Neb, Alta Wilken, Waco, Neb. Le Beckord, Waco, Neb. Mac Grunke, West Point, Eisle Stastny, Wilber, Frederick Ware, Winside, Pauline Parks, York, Neb, Edna Behling, York, Neb, Mary I'rederick, York, Neb. Currle B. Bartlett, Fontanelle, Ia. lrene Reynolds, Little Sfoux, la Juthel Muilholland, Box 71, Malvern, luieanor Mellor, Malvern, ‘Ia. huthryne Mellor, Malvern, Ia. Ituth Itobertson, Manilla, fa Mudred Robertson, Manill Margaret B. Witherow, Bertna McEvoy, R F. D, 3, Box %, sourl Valley, Ia. Adlena Sorry, Monarch, Wyo. ¥red Sorry, Monarch, Wyo. John Barron, Monarch, Wyo. Edith Amend, Sheridan, Wyo. Pauline Squire, Grand, Okl Fred Bhelle 230 Troup street, City, Kan. Henry L. Workinger, care Sterling Remedy company, Attica, Ind Aleda Bennett, Eigin, Neb, Wilham Davis, 221 West North Platte, Neb. Bussett Ruf, 1514 Binney street, Omaha. 405 North Twentieth Tenth and Ia. Ta. urman, Ia. Mis- Box 82, Kansas Third street, URRY up, Tom, or we'll be lat It was Sissy Hall who called out to her brother Tom. Sissy was dressed In her best Sunday . frock and fur jacket and looked Vit as preity as a blossom, her eyes and cheeks teiling of her bright spirits and £ood health, She was tapping at the door of Tom's room to hurry him a bit, for they —Sissy and Tom—were to spend the day In the country. And as it was Thanksgiv ng day It meant much more than If it were just an ordinary day I'll be with you in a jifty,” answered Tom. And before Sissy had reached the lower landing on the stairs Tom was run- ning down behind her. “§hali we take the street car or walk?' asked Sissy “We have to do both—ride first, then finish up by walking a mile,” replied Tom. “But yowll enjoy every step of the walk, It's through the lovellest meadow, across a corking fine creek and up a long hill. You'll have an appetite when dinner time comes.” perfect day her son and daughter good-bye Sts. dears, I want you to have a ' sald Mrs. Hall, as she kissed “But be my sure to return home before dusk.” Then away went Sissy and Tom. They boarded street car at the corner and rode to the end of the line. From that point they set out to walk over a country road that through a meadow. “It is a lovely walk, declared Sissy. I love this meadow Yes, and you'll enjoy every minute of the day at George Grey's home. You've never met George's mother and father, have you?" “No, but I think George a dear boy,™ said Sissy. “I shall be delighted to know his parents and to visit them 'in thelr home. Ever since you and George became such fast friends at school mamma and I have intended to pay his mother a visit But school elaims all my attention, you know, and wamma has been so busy all all with her numerous duties at home and her church work that she has found it impossible to get out to the Grey's farm. But she sent Thanksgiving greei- Ings 1o Mrs. Grey, and asks her to come in to luncheon with us some day soon.” hus the children chatted as they walked along. Then they turned a corner in the road and came full upon a lovely stream. A foot bridge spanned it, leading to the road on the opposite shore, which began to climb a long, timber-covered hill At\the top of that hill is the Greye' house,™ explained Tom. “You'll see it after wo get half way up the hill. The trees hide It from us at this point in the road.” Help—help—help!" rang out on the morn- g air. “Help! I'm drowning!” Tom and Slssy were just setting foot on the bridge when the cry fell upon their ears. Both Jooked in the diréction from which the voice came and saw a small girl flounder- ing 0 the creck & hundred yards up stroam from the bridge. Bvidently the ehild had Just that moment falln into the water, for she was close 10 the bank, and was Tom and Sissy’s Thanksgiving Day By Willlam Wallace, Jr. Aolding to some dry bushes that grew on the muddy bank. But even as Tom and Sissy iooked at her the bushes gave wu coming out of the soft earth, leaving the child without so much as a twig to hold to. “I've got to save that kid,” Tom ex- claimed; and before Sissy could beg of him to think of his own safety also, and to try to help the little one by throwing some driftwood out for her to hold to until they could call someone to come to thelr assistance, he had divested himself of coat and shoes and jumped headlong Into the water. He was not an expert swimmer, but he knew enough about keeping afloat while carrying a burden to attempt to save the little girl. “Here, hold to my shoulder, but don't pull on me!” cried Tom, as he swam to the girl's side. She was rising from the water Into which she had gone over her head after the bushes gave way and was coughing and strangling. Her cyes, too, were 50 filled with water that she could not see anything distinctly. But she real- ized that someone was there to save her, and she caught at the form of the little swimmer. So vigorously did she hold on, and so wildly did she flounder that for a moment it seemed they both must be drowned. Sissy had rushed to & spot on the bank near to the place where Tom and the little girl making such a wild scene. Tom was crylng out, warning the girl against behaving in such a man- ner and telling her to merely hold tightly to his shoulder and he would soon get her to dry earth But of a sudden the little girl was so exhausted that she let go of Tom's wrist and became manageable. Immediately Tom caught hold of firm cotton Jacket at the shoulders and swam with her to the bank. Sissy was ready to lend two strong hands in assisting the two up the steep, slippery bank. Then the little girl sat down were RULES FOR YOUNG WRITERS 1. Write piainly on one side of the paper only snd number the pages. 8. Use pem and ink, not pemcil 3. Short and pointed artiol be given preference, Do not us 260 words. 4. Original stories or lstters only will be nsed. 5. Write your name, age and ad- dress at the top of the first page. First and second prizes of books will be given for the best two ocon- tributions to this page each week. Address all communications to CHILDBEN'S DEPARTMENT, Omaba Beo. will over (First Prize.) The Land of Lost Toys Ruth C. Ashley, Aged 14 Years, Carroll, 11" “Blue Side “Dorothy, dear, where is my don’t know, mother. “Don't you remembe By Mt thimble?" I sald you might use It it you would bring it back?" In vain they searched for it. That night Dorothy had a dream. A beautiful fairy came to her and said, ‘I Find of the Land of Lost Toys and have come to take you and Hazel with me."” (Hazel Btober and Dorothy Knight were playmates.) They went outside into an auto and am the Fairy where they stepped were whirled away in the darkness. All of a sudden, bright lights flashed into view. “Here is my land, gir! sald the fairy. “Welcome to the Land of Lost Toys." Everything was so bright it dazzled girls’ eyes. Finally they came to a beautiful palace. “Oh!" crled Porothy, “that’s the playhouse 1 left outdoors and somebody ran off with.” the “Yes, dear,” answered the fairy. “Every- thing In this land is something mortals have lost. But come in let us walt and see If some of my men do not find some- thing.” She had hardly spoken when In came a little man bearing a big, pink bow. ‘Why! that's my bow I lost ages ago,” gasped Hazel. The Fairy Find smiled. “Here comes one of my men with a paper. He's found some- thing mortals lost and he Is gotng to have it a week and If no one finds it then he will bring it here. See it says, ‘One lady's thimble. Under piano. “Why, that's mamma's thimble I lost and it must have rolled under the plano when 1 jumped up!? erfed Dorothy. Just then she awoke to find dream “I guess I'h go and see If it's there, Jjust for fun,” she thought. And, wonder of wonders, there it was it all a (Second Prize.) Their First Thanksgiving in the East By Helen E. Morris, Aged 9 Years. McCool Junction, Neb. Red Side. Sidney and Harry were born In Cali- fornla. They had never seen any real snow, only the occasional flurries that melt as soon as they touch the ground. 80 when thelr cousins from the east wrote them what jolly times they have at grandma's house on Thanksgiving they were very anxious to go. The 19th of November was set as the time when they with their mamma were to start for Indiana, where their grand- mother, aunt and cousins lived. The five days' journey seemed endless to the two little boys. But after they started they found plenty to amuse them enroute. On the fourth day they reached Chicago and it was very cold and cloudy. All In- dications were for a snowstorm. On the next day they reached Martinsville, Ind., where their uncle and ‘cousins met them. They were glad to meet their new relation, with whom they were to stay all night. They were all going out to grandma's to eat Thanksgiving dinner the next day. The children went to bed early, being tired from their long journey, and were THE OMAHA SUNDAY BEE: soon asleep. When their uncle came in he said it was snowing quite hard, and the folks knew what a surprise there would be In the morning. Harry befng the first one awake looked out of the window to see what kind of a day It was golng to be. He gave one shout and sald that Miss Snowflake gave a party last night and everything was covered with Enow Soon after breakfast their uncle brought a big bobsled around and they were all wrapped up and had the jollest five-mile ride to grandma's house. Just as they came in sight of the house they began to sing: Over the flelds and through the woods, ow grandmother's cap we spy, Hurrah for the fun! Is the pudding done? Hurrah for the pumpkin pie! (Honorable Mention.) The Landing of the Pilgrims in America By Emille Brown, Aged 11 Years. 322 Boulevard Avenue, Omaha. Blue Side. Many years ago the Pligrims came to this country. They were lmmigrants who left Kngland for Holland, because they wanted to find a place where they could 80 to worship as they pleased. Finding in Holland the children played with the Holland children and were for- getting the English ways they declded to 80 to a country where they could speak their own language and still worship as they pleased, which was dear old America, Frolic of the Fairies By Margaret Matthews, Aged § Years, 228 California Street, Omnaha. Red Side. The fairies were frolicking by the light of the moon. Vesla was one of the queen's servants. She was not at the bLall that evening. She had broken one of the rules of fairyland, so Queen Crystal had told her that she could not go to the ball that evening. Buddenly they heard a noise. They looked up and what do you think they saw? They saw a little girl who had strolled into the woods and gotten lost. She came up to them and asked them 1 they would take her home. They asked her where shc iived. She sald she lived in Seattle. The queen sent one of her er- rand fairles with her. When they reached the town her mother was at the edge of the woods hunting for her. The fairy aid not see her, but the little girl did. She ran and jumped in her mother's arms. H mother asked who was with her. The falry noticed her mother then. It was a rule in fairyland that If a grown human person saw a fairy, the falry whom they saw would Instantly be changed to a human person. When the little girl's mother saw the fairy she was chnnzpd to 4 human person. She became the 'littie girl's sister, but none of the fairles have ever seen her since. Little May By Helen Carmen, Aged § Years, Auburn, Neb.' Red Side. Little May stood for a long time watch- ing her sister until Alice looked up with a smile and said “What makes you look so sad, littie May? “Oh, because I want so much to be big! How ald yon get to be so big, Alice “Oh, no, it is not,” sald May, shaking her golden curls, “It Is dreadful to be little, for when you are little you can do nothing. I say to papa, ‘If you please, papa, will you take me with you on your sallboat toduy® And papa says, ‘No, the wind is too strong. You cannot go for you are too little’ And I say to mamma, 'If you please, mamma, may 1 o with you to walk? And mamma says: ‘No, you cannot go. I am golng for a long walk and it would tire you. You are too little.’ And I say to grandmama, ‘May 1 go to drive with you, if you please, grand- mamma? And she says, ‘I am going to take a long drive. You cannot go, you are too little’ And it I should say to you, ‘Alice, if you please, may I paint on your plcture? You would say, ‘No, you are too little.” And I do not know how to grow big, for naps are of no use.” “But 1 will not say, no,” said her sister. and began to ery, wiping the water from her poor face. “Never mind, little girl,” sympathizea Sissy. “You are all right now. 1 know you must be almost frozen though, so put on this jacket and go with us to the house at the top of the hill. We'll soon get there.’ ‘Where do you live, little girl™ asked Tom, whose teeth were chattering from the cold dip he had suffered. “Up at Mr. Grey's place," explained the child. “My ma works for Mrs. Grey, and they are expecting city company for din- ner and ma wants to have a very fine dinner. So she sent me to the nelghbors, down in the meadow, to get some chest- nuts to stuff the turkey and when I got almost home with the chestnuts I saw a funny little animal running along the creek. 1 started to run after it and slipped on the bank and fell into the water. Oh, boo-hoo! I lost the bag of chestnuts!’ Tom and Sissy could refrain from smiling at the child's grief over the loss ct not the chestnuts and thinking so little about her own narrow escape from death. “We'll make the matter about the chestnuts all right,” promised Sissy. '‘You see, we are the ‘city company’ expected to dinner at the farm house. And it's lucky for you, little girl, that we came along just as we did. My dear brother saved your life—if he did not save the chestnuts." And that day there was much rejoicing in “kitechen and hall” over the saving from drowning of little Minnie Bacon, the good cook's little daughter. And also there was much laughter at Tom's expense as he ap- peared at table in an old sult of Mr. Grey's, for Tom was large to George clothes. *You are the hcro of the day declared Mrs. Grey. “And the laughing stock of the crowd,” laughed Tom. “But I shall always regret not saving those chest. nuts.” And then he had to r drunk in fine old cider. too wear spond to a toast “I'VE GOT TO SAVE THAT KID." NOVEMBER 28 “You shall come and sit on my knee and paint the cushion that Pussy Is lying on in my picture, and if you take your naps and eat your porridge like a good girl you will wake up some morning and find that you are as big as I am This comforted little May very much and she sat on her kind sister’s lap, and painted a lovely blue cushion and forgot all her grief at being such a little girl. When My Brother Herded Sheep By Agnes McDermott, Aged 13 Years, Oak Street, Casper, Wyo. Red Side. Our brother Charlie, age 14, was very anxious to go to work in the spring. So a sheepman gave him a job helping him dur- ing lambing season. Mamma at last con- sented to let him go. He left home Tuesday morning and returned Saturday evening. This Is what he told when he got home “When 1 got to camp the boss told me to chop some wood and get supper. 1 did this. The next morning he told me to get breakfast. 1 told him I was not hired to eook. ‘He told me to go out and herd the sheep and let.the other herder come in to breakfast 1 did not like to leave camp. and started to walk to town, which was forty miles. I walked about a mile and a half to the road. When I got to the road 1 met a man who worked in the livery stable at home. He was going to town, #0 I got in the wagon and came home. This was the last time 1 wanted toggo sheep herding.” Kindness to Others It was a cold morning and 1 was angry By Harriette Dixon, Aged 12 Years, North Platte, Neb., 416 West Vine Street. Blue Side. There was once a little girl whose parents were dead, and she had not a true friend. Ever since she was a baby she lived with an old woman who pretended she was Bessie's grandmother, but was not. This old woman made Bessle get up early every morning and sell newspapers till late at night, and made Bessie give her all the money and then she would go out and buy whisky, and that made her very cruel. One day Bessle went by a school for girls. The teacher was out in the yard with her scholars and they wers studying nature. That was what Bessie loved. As she atched them the teacher noticed the poor little girl outside the fence with ragged clothes and a bundle of papers under her arm, and the teacher called to her to come over and study with them, and she did. The girls were talking about birds and became very interested in the sweet face of Bessie and asked her to 80 to their school. And she told them her whole life and how poor she was. And one of the girls who was of a wealthy family sald that she would write her father about Bessle, and her father wrote that he would buy Bessle some new clothes and pay her way through the school, and when school was out she would go and live with him and his little girl in Florida. Was Bessie not @ forunate little girl? Kitty's Revenge By Alta Kibler, Aged 12 Years, 717 West Twenty-first Street, Kearney Neb. Blue Side. Kitty and Marle had been coasting and Marle had fallen from her sled and had just said that Kitty had pushed her off. “I daid not,” sald Kitty. "I was at the top of the hill when you fell."” You were not,” said Marle, T was. 1 guess I ought to know,” sald Kitty. “Have your own way, baby," “All right, I will. Good-bye, she flew. “The mean thing,” sald Marie to herself. The next day was an examination and the teacher had promised a book to the one who got the highest grade. Marie took her book home, but some way Kitty got into Marie's room and hid the book. That night Marie could not find her book, so could not study. In the test the next day Marie did not get the prize, and Kitty was revenged, and not a person ever found out who hid the book. Kitty has now made up with Marle and they are good friends, and there fs not a girl in school:that dares to talk of either of the girls it either is around. The Minister’s Thanksgiving By Arthur Mason, Aged 1i Years, M8 North Clarkson Street, Fremont, Neb. Red Side. It was the day before Thanksgiving, and the minister sat in his study. He could hear his three children sliding down the banister. How happy they seemed, and how different today was from a year ago, when they were without a home and he aldn’t know where he was going to preach. As he wrote his sermon for Thanks- glving day he went the last year in thcught and wondered if he had been able sald Marie. and off over to satisfy and gratify In every way the members of his church, as well as build up and refine their characters, and, most of all, had he pleased his Maker. Just then the door bell rang and fin walked Mr. Jones, who sald: “T have brought you a load of wood to show my thanks to you for your work of this vear." As he was leaving Mr. Black came in with a big turkey and before the morning was over others came In, ¢ until they had clothing, fuel whole winter He called his family to come In and see the good things and after they had re- Joiced over things he said, “Let us sing ‘Pralge God from Whom All Blessings Flow.' " ch with a gift, 1pply them of things to eat for the enough the The Family Pet By Blanche Ball. Aged 11 Years, West Twenty-second Street, Kearney, Neb, Red Side. We have a pet horse named Midge. She 18 coal black and has a very pretty mane and tail. Her tall is quite long and reaches within about eight Inches of the ground. fhe weighs about 1000 pounds and is 8 years old. She Is very gentle, isn't afraid of anything and anyone can handle her She can pace or t at a good gait and likes to eat all kinds of grains and hay, but prefers alfalfa. Midge llkes to play very much. One day she got anxious t a and broke the hitching strap and went to play. She must have ot Ured of playing and went to following a milk wagon, where we found her. Whenever the milk wagon would stop she would stop also If you ask her to shake hands she will litt up her. right foot and will let you shake with her. One day after we had our new barn built the hook on the door was very easy to un- fasten and 8o I suppose she wanted to keep us busy so she would take the hook in her teeth, unfasten it and push the door open with her nose We have had many chances to sell her on but account of her beauty and gentleness, would not sell her for any money The Girl Who Tried Again By Helen Weeden, Aged 13 Years, 8214 North Twenty-fifth Stréet, Omaha. Blue Side Pearl had been reading the Busy Bee page and had decided to write a story. She was just starting to write when her lttle sister Marjcry ccme in and askod her what she was doing. Pearl told her and soon both girls were writing. When their stories were finished they to the postoffice. The next Sunday the girls looked for their storfes. The storles were printed, but neither girl had won a prize Pearl was disappointed and cross, but Marjory went to her room, took her pen and started another story. She mafled It, but next Sunday her story was not even printed. Her sister told her not to write agaln, but Marjory said, ““The third time is the charm, so I'll try again.” And sure «nough when she looked in the paper there was “‘Marjory Trent, first prize.” Oh, delighted she was. After that Pearl triad the chaim and it worked with success. A Thanksgiving Story By Alice C. Temple, Aged 11 Years, Lex- ington, eb. Blue Side. They were all at the table eating din- ner, the Baturday before Thanksgiving, mamma, papa, Teddy, aged 10, and Glydes, aged 8, “Mamma,” eried Mr. Birch, ‘“here's a letter 1 almost forgot to give to you." As he spoke he handed the letter to Mrs. Birch. She examined the postmark care- fully “Well,"” Riverdale, took them she exclaimed, “this is from who lives there, children?" “Granny,” they exclaimed in chorus. Mrs. Birch opened the letter cerefully, as she did 80 a sweet scent of rose leaves tilled the alr. “Read it out loud, please do, mumsy,” pleaded Teddy. This is What the letter said: Riverdale, Mass, Nov. 18, 1800, My dear daughter: For several years owing to my fliness, I have been unable to have any of my many relatives spend Thanksgiving with me. The doctor sald this year 1 was well enough to have a few. Wil you please send Teddy and Glydes to my house November 22, which Is Monday and spend all Thanks- giving week with me. And if convenient you and your husband also spend Thanks- Biving with me. 1 received your kind letter and it has helped me much In my hours of pain. Cousin Maria, with her children, have started for Europe to spend the winter. Enclosed find a check for $ with which ou please buy and send with the children: one dozen hyacinth bulbs, eto., $.00. The remaining dollar is for charity. Closing with love, Your Mother. (b S—Will sand for them Monday morn- ng. “You'll let us go won't you,” sald Glydes eagerly. “And see the turkeys, mamma, and the tinsy weeny pigs and Rover and the new pony that's blind," cried Teddy. “Well I will if you will consent,” sald Mrs. to Mr. Birch quite overcome. ‘If you are real good till then you may £0," sald Mr. Birch, who had secretly in- tended to let them go. ‘“Now go and play.” The sultcase was packed Sunday after- noon, also the things grandma had or- dered, for the Impatient children, Monday seemed & year away. But at last Monday came, the children were up bright and early. At 7 the fingle of sleigh bells was heard and up dashed a large roomy cutter filled with soft furs and blankets. It stopped in front of the gate and out of it Jumped John, the hired man. He bundled in the two children and with many good- byes, the cutter started. Riverdale s a small town about fifteen miles from Boston where Glydes and Teddy llved. Grandma lived three miles ot In the country, so the children had quite a ride. It Wwas nearly noon when the slelgh drew up before a lagge old- fashioned house, painted whits, with a large porch, at the bay window in front Glydes espled grandma with her wreath of white hair, framed with flowers that grew on the ledge. Running in, what a welcome was theirs, also a large, hot dinner. Teddy ate till as he sald, he was ready to “bus How fast the days went till Thanksglv- ing. The attic was explored, the barn, the sheds, everything. On Thanksgiving morn all went to the village church except Grandma. When they came home no one was’ allowed to go In the drawing room. The children of course were very curious. As the clock struck 12 Glydes and Teddy marched into the dining room. ! Why, grannie,” exclaimed Teddy, “the table is set for at least fifty,” “I guess there is some mistake, take the two places at the head of the table,” re- piled grandma smiling. When the chi'dren were seated she threw open the drawing room door, a long pro- cession marched In, there were mamma, papa, cousin Harry and Betsy and so many others they couldn't keep count What a delighttul dinner it was, there was turkey, pumpkin, mince, lemon and cream ple, sranberry sauce, dressing, both sweet and Trish potatoes, jelly, preserves, ete., but last and best of all, lce cream, molded into the shapes of pink roses and flowers, trees, turkeys, animals and birds, was brought in After dinner sleds were brought out and what & jolly afternoon they had. After a lunch, a large bob sled was brought fn front of the house and all were taken home, but Giydes, Teddy, Harry and Betsy. Harry and Betsy lived In New York. At the end of the week, much to the dismay of both Glydes and Teddy, they had to go home, declaring they were com- ing next Thanksglving and stay a month, Harold’s Queer Present Vera Kackley, Aged 8 Years, croft, Wyo. Red Side Once there wae a little boy whose name was Harold. He lked to have his own way and found it very hard to obey his mother. The next day was to be his mother's birthday. She found several pres- ents under her plate at the breakfast table, By Moor- but she said that she liked Harold's the best. 8o you want to know what it was Very well, T will tell you. It was only a slip of paper on which was written. “Dear mother, 1 love you and I am going to obey you quickly ever after.” One day soon after that the sun was shining and Harold was at the brook catch- ing fish. Pretty soon he heard his mother call, “Harold! Harold!" s “Oh, dear,”” sald he, “1 am going to pre- tend not to hear. But I promised I wopld obey her quickly, and T will." Away he ran; he fairly flew. “What s it mother? Here I am.” “Harold, there is smoke on the raliroad. Go and see If anyone is near,” she sald “All right, mother,” he said, and away he went. The bridge under the track was burning and nobody was there. The nears est nelghbor was two miles away, He did He said not have time to tell his mother, because he could hear the train not far away. Hé must flag the train himself. He took off his little red sweater and started toward the train, The englueer whistled for him to got off the track, but he stood still until the engineer knew something was the matter. Some passengers got off with the enginesr and they gave him enough money to buy & watch. He found out that his father was on the train. “I am so glad I obeyed mother quickly,” he sald. “Many lives might have been lost,” sald his father. He wore the watch and it helped him to re- member, Farmyard Troubles By Lols Woods, Aged msburg, Mot "Hag W Srromevurs One day Biddy, who was scratching In the yard for her chicks, was very much alarmed to see a big rat run past her. 8he called her chicks to her and told them that their ome enemy wwas the rat. That very night when she called her ehicks to- gether there was one gone. She called again, but it did not come. She went to find It, but she could not. She came home and went to bed very sad The next morn- Ing It was there. She asked it where it had been. It was not golng to tell. At last it sald, “I run away and came back in the night.” S -“fl.’:-l.s Tommy's Pet By Ronald Wyckoff, King Bee, Aged Years, Wilber, Neb. Red Side. One bright, sunny day as T y was coming from school he heard & chirping noise far up in the treetop. He went on again, but soon he heard the nolse again. He looked around and on a llmb of a tree he saw a little bird trying to fly, He picked the bird up ocarefully. aw that Its wing was broken. ‘“‘Some cruel boy has hurt 1t,” he sald to him- self. Then he took the cripple and went home. When he got home he took it in the house and showed it to his mamma. They petted it awhile, then Tommy took it and put it in & cage and then fed It crumbs of bread. Tommy told his papa ‘when he came home and showed him the bird. Then Tommy put it back in fits cage and dootored it up. Tommy fed and took care of it, Tommy kept his pet bird ever after, R A Story By Sarah Lindale, Aj ears, West 2 Potnt, N:‘ m.“li‘. Thankegiving 1s & nice day for everybody We enjoy oursslves very much, by eating turkey and everything good. I know a story of a little girl. Onoe there lived a little girl whose name was Helen, she was a good girl, but had one fault and that was what nearly everybody has, when- ever she had anything good to eat she would eat too much. This was Thanks- giving day. Helen ate too much, and got sick. She was sick for a whole week after that. The next Thanksgiving Nttle Helen did not eat so much. Melen ‘IS not the only one that eats too much at Thanks- giving, There are many that get sick, after eating turkey, plum pudling, rmnoe pie, pumpkin ple, cranberry sauce, mpples and nuts. I like to read the Busy Bee edition and I know every other little Busy Bee does. The Thanksgiving Turkey BL Bertha Silberstein, Aged 9 Years, orth Twenty-second Blue Slde. 513 Btreet, Omaha. It was the day before Thanksgiving, and there was great confuston in the barnyard on account of hearing the farmer tell his, Then he ” W .’ | neighbor farmer, Jones, that he must pickf out @ turkey for dinner on the following day. Then one of the turkeys said: *It's no use for you others to be afrald of being eaten. I'm the largest of you all, and I'm the one he'll surely kill.” “My,” sald the hen, ‘‘you needn’t worry about being killed; you needn’t say you're the largest, and, anyway, he don't cars for turkeys—he said he wanted me, be- cause I heard him say t.” “I'm going to run away; I'm afraid, of being killed,” sald the amallest of the thur- keys. ‘“Shame, shamel” called the others. “Where are you going? and how are you golng 2" After a while they all thought they would hide. All except the large one went, and he was killed. Elsie’s Good Time By Winifred Brandt, Aged 8 Years, 52 Jackson Street, Omaha. Blue Sid One cold winter morning a little girl nemed Elsle called her mother and asked if she might go coasting on the hfll. Her mother thought it too cold to go out, so Esle played games. When Mrs. Hunter looked out of the window and saw all the children having such a merry time she called to Elsie and sald she might go. Then Elsle slipped on her coat and hat and scampered. When the children saw her coming they said, “Good, there comes Elsle.” Everyone liked Elsie. She had such a good time sliding. Her mother called them all in and had some oyster soup. They all enjoyed it very much. They all went home very happy. A Story of a Squirrel ed § Years. Fre ] V"‘mgfi.mr’«liflf Al *sia One day, as I was going to school, I heard an awful nolse and looked around and there were two dogs after a squirrel. The squirrel ran up & tres and the dog: were trylng to 0 up after the squirrel. One dog was a white one and the other was a water spaniel. I stood by and watched for & minute or two what they would do. Presently the school bell rang and I had to go and I didn’t see any more. . A Queer Fairy By Camilla Bdholm, Aged 7 Years. 116 South Thirty-sixth’ Str Blue Bide. The bees' fioney is for two purposes, to eat, and for one other thing which I will tell you in a minute. There is & lady called Old Lady Beauty, who goes around in the day asking for honey from the bees which 'they give to her willingly, and which she puts in her basket. After she has her basket full she goes home. There she makes all sorts of beauty spots and puts them in another basket. At night she goes out with the two baskets and a #poon, around to all the houses in the world Just like Santa Claus putting honey on the beauty spots with the spoon and then putting the beauty spots on the people. She is kind of a fairy, but I don't know exactly what Ahe looks like though. I al- ways imagined she was an old peddler woman golng along with two baskets and a spoon. Anyway, when I wake up in the morning and find a mole on my face /1 know that Old Lady Beauty bas beta arcund in the night v ( { | 1