Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, December 5, 1909, Page 26

LL of the Busy Bees know the old saying that “‘practice makes per- fect.” One of our little Busy Bees from Lincoln, who has won many prizes and who writes interesting stories on different sub- jects, is now writing a collection of “Boarding School” storles, which she may publieh. Our and two other Busy Bees have ‘written Queen Bee is a clever writer of poetry storles for magazines. So writing for the Busy Bee Page has been an inspiration to a number of little writers. We have a large number of new writers this week and we welcome all the new Busy Bees who wish to join Most of the new writers sent in stories which will be printed either this week or next. A few of the Busy Bees have been sending in stories that they have copied from some of their books. and not take someone else's story and try The prizes are to be awarded to stories written by the Busy Not any of these copied stories have been awarded prizes, not honorable. Bees themselves. but one of them was printed by mistake The children must write the stories themselves to win a_prize that way, that is two weeks ago. This week two storles just alike about “The Scarecrow” were eent in, 80 you see these two little writers must have copled it from the same book The Busy Bees must write their names, ages and address on the stories or prizes cannot be awarded for the stories. Some of the Busy Bees seem to fear Mr. Waste Basket. But, in reality, he is not very well acquainted with the Busy Bees, for he sees very few of their storfes. of them sent in storles written with a Some of the Busy Bees do not keep all of the rules, and some lead pencil this week. These stories will be printed, but will not be awarded prizes Prizes were awarded this week to Myrtie Jensen on the Blue side. son on the Blue side. Special mention this week by Phyllis Corbett, on the R side; Willlam Davis, ex-king, of the Red side, Nellie Dedrick on the Red side and to, Honorable mention was given to Helen John- should be made of the stories sent in ed side; Ruth Davenport, on the Blue Ruth Rhodes, on the Red side; Ruth Wycoff, on the Blue side, and to Anly of the Busy Bees may send cards to anyone whoie name is on the Postcard Exchange, which now include: Jean De Long, Ainsworth, Neb. Irene McCoy, Barnston, Neb. Lilitan Merwin, Beaver City, Neb. Mabel Witt, Bennington, Neb. Anna Gousch, Benningfon, Neb. Minnle Gottsch, Nel Agnes Damnke, Benson, Murie Gauagher, senkeiman, Neb, (box 12). 1aa May, Central City, Neb. Vera Cheney, Croighton, Neb, Louts Hinn, David City, Neb. Knea Kreidell, Dorchester. Neb. Aleda Bennett, Bigin, Neb. kunice bode, Falls City, HNel Jithel Reed, 'Fremont, Neb. Hulda Lundburg, Fremont, Neb. Marion Capps, Gibson, Neb. Marguerite Bartholo , Gothenburg, Neb, Lydin Roth, #05 West Koenig street, Grand island, Neb. A7 West Charies street, Grand ab. ¥ lrene Cosiello, 115 West Eighth Grand lsland, Ne Jessie Crawtord, 6 West Charles Pauime Schuite, 412 West Fourth Grand Isiand, Neo. Martha Murphy, #3 Kast Ninth Graad 1sland, Nes Hugh Rutt, Leshara, N Hester E. Rutt, Leshara, Neb. Alice Temple, Lexington, Neb. Ruth Temple, Lexington, Neb. Anna Neiwon, Lexington, Neb. Edythe Kreits, Lexington, Neb. Marjorle Temple, Lexingion, Neb. Alice Grassmeyer, 1646 C. St., Lincoln, Neb. Marlan Hamilton, 2029 L. St. Lincoln, Neb, Elsle Hamilton, 202 L8, Lincoin, Neb. Irene Disher, 2080 L stresi. Lincoin, Neb. Hughle Disher, 2030 L sireet, Lincoln, Neb, Charlotte Boggs, 221 South Fifteenth street, Lincoln, Neb. Helen Johnson, 33 South Seventeenth street, Lincoln, Neb. Althea ‘Myers, 224 North Sixteenth street, Lincoln, Neb. Louise Stiles, Lyons,» Neb, Estelle McDonald, Lyons, Neb. Milton, Selzer, Nebraska City, Neb. Harry Crawford, Nebraska City, Neb. Harvey Crawford, Nebraska City, Neb. Luclle Hazen, Norfolk, Neb. Helen Reynolds, Norfolk, Neb. Letha Larkin, So. Sixth 8t. Norfolk, Neb. Emma Marquardt, Fifth street and Madl- son avenue, Norfolk, ) M. Jones, North Loup. I West Thira Loulse Raabe, 200 North Nineteenth ave- nue, Omaha. nces Johnson, 833 North Twenty-fifth avenue, Omah, Marguerite Johnson, 933 North Twenty- fifth - avenue, Omaha Emile Brown, 2322 Boulevard, Omaha. Helen Goodrich, 4010 Nicholas St., Omaha Mary Brown, 2522 Boulevard, Omah: 1iva Hendee, 4402 Dodge street, Omaha, street, streel, street, street, Lillian Wirt, 4068 Cass street, Omaha. Bassett Ruf, 1514 Binney street, Omaha. Jack Coad, 3718 Farnam street, Omaha. Jusnita Innes, 2769 Fort street, Omal Meyer Cohn,. 843 Georgia avenue, Oma! Ada Morris, 3424 Franklin street, Omah Myrtie_Jensen, 2000 Izard street, Oma Orrin Fisher, 1210 8, Eleventh St., O; Mildred Erickson, 2100 Howard St., Oscar_[rickson, 2109 Howard St., Gall Howard, 4722 Capitol avenue, Helen Houck, 162 Lothrop street, Emerson Goodrich, 4010 Nicholas, Maurice Johnson, 1027 Locust, St., 3 Leon Carson, 1124 North Fortleth, Omana. Pauline Coad; §718 Farnain street, Omaha. Wilma Howatd, 4723 Capitol avenus, Omaha. Hilah Fisher, 1210 South Eleventh, Omaha. Mildred Jensen, 2107 Leavenworth, Omaha. $dna Heden, /8% Chicago street, Omaha. Mabel Sheifelt, 4914 North Twenty-fitth street, Omaha. Walter Johnson, 2406 North Twentieth street, Omaha. Bmma Carruthers, 8211 North Twenty-fifti reet, Omahs, Gretchen Eastman, 13 South Thirty- ighth street, Omaha. [. Leonora Denison, The Alblon, Tenth land Pacific streets, Omaha. Mae Hammond, O'Nelll, Madge L. Danjels, Ord, Neb. Z4ola Beddeo, Orleans, Neb. Agnes Richmond, Orleans, Neb. Marle Fleming, Osceola, Neb, Lotta Woods, Pawnee City, Neb. Barl Perkins, Reddington, Neb. Edna Enls, Stanton, Neb. Lena_ Petersen. 211 Locus' St., E. Omaha. Ina Carney, Sutton, Clay county, Nebraska. Clara Milier, Utica, Neb, Mildred F. Jones, North Loup, Neb. Alta’ Wilken, Waco, Neb. Leo Beckord, Wace, Neb. Mae Grunke, West Point, Neb. Bisle Stastny, Wilber, Neb. Frederick Ware, Winside, Neb. Pauline Parks, York, Neb. Edna Bebling, 'York. Neb. Mary Frederick, York, Neb. Carrle B. Bartfett, Fontanelie, Irene Reynolds, Little Sloux, Ithel Muiholland, Box 71, Malvern, Eleanor Mellor, Malvern, 4. Kathryne Mellor, Malyern, Ja. Ruth Robertson, Manilla, Ia. Mildred Robertson, Manilla, Ta. Margaret B. Witherow, Thurman, la. Bertha McEvoy, R D. 3, Box %, souri Valley, Ta. Henry L. Workinger, care Sterling Remedy company, Attica, Ind. Adlena Sorry, Monarch, Wyo. ¥red ‘Sorry, Monarch, Wyo. Pearl Barron, Monaich, Wyo. John Barron, Monarch, Wyo. Edith Amend, Sheridan, Wyo. Pauline Squire, Grand, Okl Fred Shelley, 200 Troup street, City, Kan. Ta. 1a 1a Box" §2 Kansas Harry and the Snow Man By Nelena Davis. \ MAGNIFICENT snow lay on the ground, a heavy, solid snow, such as boys love to play in and bulld with. Harry/stood at his window In the early morn- ing, looking out upon the earth of white, saying mentally: Ab, now. I'il build & snow man. And this Is Satur- day=no school to take me from home. I'll show my abllity as a seulptor. An hour later, Harry, well coated and mittened, wae busy gathering together & huge quantity of snow. He wanted plenty of material befors beginning to model his smow man. As soon as he had quite little mountain piled up he began to work By noon (he man's legs were done and a fine pair of legs they were, too, muscular and strong. When Harry's father came home for luncheon he was so pleased with the portion of the snow man that was completed that he declared his son ‘was a “real artist’t "Or maybe you've an anat- omist,” he suggested, smiling at his son. UANyWAY, you have modeled a fine knee, and the feet are wellnigh perfect.” Harry 50 pleaged vver his father's praise at his work that he was even more particular with the remainder of the snow man's body, and worked a bit more on the “fine knee and perfect feet,” wanting the figure to be just right in every pro- portion and angle. And so Harry worked and worked all that day and when evening came he had only a little raore Lo do on the snow man's head. But as the evening was pretty cold he thought he would not complete the fig- ure til the following morning; so after supper he sat reading to his mother and father from & most entertaining book. When the clock struck 9 he said good Fhi 0 his parents and went to his own room and was soon in bed—fast asleep. It must have been almost midpight when Harry awoke, the bright moonlight beam- ing full in his face. He had been dream- ing of his snow man, dreaming that he hagd come to life and was walking about In the yard, bat and stick In hand. The dream had been so vivid that even after waking Harry felt that it ‘must be true, “and lay in a half desed condition mavye uig that & snow image should become ani- mated. How did it happen? Ah, he would astonish the world! Then & slight nolse from the yard below brought Harry to & more wakeful mind. He got out of bed and went to the window, through which the moonlight was pour- Looking out iInto the yard he beheld the shadow of a clump of thick-branchea shrubbery to the shadow of the snow man. Standing there partly concealed the | truder whistled softly. Then another dark figure came from the shadow of the shrub- bery, joining the one beside the snow man. Harry was not long in surmising the ob- ject of the midnight visitors, They were house breakers, of course, come to gain entrance to the hoyse.while the oecupants were asleep and unconsclous of danger. In a moment Harry was down the stairs— golng In his bare feet, s0 as to make not the slightest nolse—and was speaking hur- rledly over the telephone. After having alled for police protection he hung up the receiver and ran lightly to his parents’ room. Both father and mother slept soundly, and It was not til Harry shook them by the shoulder that they awgke, wondering what the matter was, and why their son’ was there at that time of night in hig bare feet and nightrobe. Harry was not long In whispering the alarming news of the house bréakers he had seen prowling about in the yard, and who were doubtless trying a window or door at thet very moment. “We shall call the police, tather, sald Harry's leaping from the bed. “Yes, call THE OMAH The C IDING "eross the wind swept plains R But Are the cowboys, in their glory; their life 18 not so full of charm As we're told in song and story. While others sit beside the fire, Sheltered from wind and snow, After the half-starved, wandering herds The brave cowboy must go. Sometimes he sleeps as on he rides, In the saddle night and day; Sometimes he ne'er home returns, But is the Blizzard's prey. A SUNDAY' BEE owboy RULES FOR YOUNG WRITERS 1, Write plainly on one side of the paper only and number the pAges. 2. Use pen and ink, mot penoil / 8. Short and pointed articles will be given preference. Do not use oOver 250 words. 4. Original stories or letters omly will be used. e . Write your name, age aresn &% tho $op of Ehe ATat page: {rst and socond prises of books b, Siven"Tor nd sy S0 oot : . CHEILDREN'S DEPARTMENT, Omaha Bee. (First Prize.) The Ocean Dweller’'s Xmas Nellle Dedrick, Aged 10 Years, Sidney, Neb. Red Side, Mr. Lobster was seated on a large shell deep In the waters. “Wonder what that noise is for on the ship,” said he scratching his head. *‘Just saw the cook come and give a lady and man another lobster, so 1 came down here He looked around and saw Miss Star Fish come rushing toward him. “Oh, Mr. Lobster, today is Christmas, and we must think of some way to cele- brate it,” she exclaimed, “for it seems to be a great day. “Well, we can celebrate, and might as well begin right away he replied. 80 they began right away and went work with a will The house they built was made of large seashells and the table of stones covered with green seaweed. Tha Christmas tree was of branching hung with baskets of presents. “Now,” said Miss Star Fish, ' invite our friends. Come, we will go together and invite them.” So they started off Hoon the guests were arriving. Mr. and Mrs. Crab came in a seashell drawn by a to pair of oysters, holding also the other Buest: They were all amazed at the tree and en- joyed themselves very much. ! Now they always celebrate it. ' (Second Prize.) , The Little Sunbeam By Myrtie Jensen, Ex-Queen, Aged 12 Years, 2000 Izard Street, Omaha. Blue Side. It was a very rainy day. There was a frown on Ruth's pretty face as she stood idly drumming on the window pane with her fingers. “Nothing to do,” even go out to play. Just then her gaze fell on the little two- roomed cottage which Laura Davis and her mother called “home.” Laura was lame and circumstances forced Mrs. Davis to go out daily to sew. The days passed drearily enough for Laura and as Ruth stood at the window, she mentally wondered what she was doing. She put on her cloak and hat and saying good-bye to her mother, ran outside. In a few minutes she was knooking at Laura’s door. “Come In,” was the sweet response, with which Ruth immediately complied. “Oh, T am so glad to see you,” maid Laura joyously. “See what I'm making, and she held up some doll clothes for inspection. “I'm making these for the poor children for Christmas,” she went on, “And if she can Mamma is going to buy me some dolls," Tears came into Ruth's eyes as 'she listened to generous Laura's words, For here she (Ruth) was surrounded with every comfort and not & thought had she given th this direction. “Please excuse me a moment, Laura,' she said and ran home. She returned with a large collection of silks and ribbons. “Now Laura,” she forvently declared, “I'm golng to help you.” Soon they were working saying many she pouted, “Can't hard, Ruth little pleasantries to amuse out the police,” itated tones. while we sleep!” “They can hardly o smiled Harry, the least excited of the three. ““We are already fully awake, and 1 have phoned to police headquarters for officers already. They'll probably be here shortl “Well, let's take a peep out over the vard and see what your burglars are do- ing,’" sald Harry's father, hurriedly throw- ing on a dressing gown and thrusting his feet into slippers. Then the three weént to Harry's room and looked from, the window. There, to their astonishment, they beheld a strange sight. Two large boys were busily dressing up Harry's snow man. On his head was an old “stoveplpe” ha: and on his body an old coat had been arranged to hang in very natursi falds. A long black pipe projected from the slic which was intended for a mouth. “Well, whiat do you thing of that?' ex- clalmed Harry while his parents laughed heartily. “Why, on taking & good look at those scoundrels I recognize them to be Burton Gray and Tom Adams! 1 took them for men when I first saw them creeping into the yard. Well, daddy and mother, the joke is on me.” And Harry sat down and' began drawing on some clothes, for he was shivering” from the cold. “The ftellows intend to have some fun at your expense,” said Harry's father, “Little do they think that they are be- ing watched.” But just as he said this & burly policeman iturned in at the gate and, seeing the youths at work on the sald Harry's mother “They may murder in us that, mother,” \ S SRS BN el snow figure, addressed them. Harry at onge ran downstairs to explain to the offi- cer thut his house-breakers had turned out to be snow-man costumers, and that there was no need for any arrests. The policeman laughed heartily on hearing Harry's account of the burglars' entrance into the yard and good-naturedly warned them to make earller calls on thelr nelghbors' * snow men, of to ask permis- sion to come at such an unseemly hour of the night. Of course, the whole affalr passed off pleasantly and the officer was invited, along with the “burglars” to come into the house and have a glass of cider and a bit of cake. We thought Harry' would look from his window In the morning and behold his snow man fully dressed, and that he would dedlare the figure nad become animated with life and, feeling the cold, had put upon himself some clothing.” So explained one of the “prowlers” as he munched a slice of home-made cake. “Well, that's aqyite @& colncidence,” laughed Harry. I was dreaming that my snow man had come to life and the dream was #0 vivid that 1 awoke, somewhat startled. And then it was that I went to the window to look out, and saw one of you chaps slipping into he yafd. Then the phone. Presto, pass! The police!" “And ‘presto, pass’ in; and then the cider and the cake,” laughed Tom Adams. And the ineident which had begun so mysteriously, and which seemed so fraught with danger, ended in & joke and late re- freshments, whose face was beaming with hap- piness. When Mrs. Davis came five little dolls dressed as prettily as any of Ruth's large French beauties. Ruth had gone to the confectionery store on the corner, where she had purchased the dolls with part of her pocket money. Won't It be lovely to give these At Christmag?’ sald Laura, to which Ruth nodded assent. When she went home with promises to come agaiu, she felt happler than ever before. > After that Laura always called her little sunbeam, and indeed she was, whenever she came, she came s & ra sunshine. And it all started on that sunless da (Honorable Mention.) Our Four Visitors By Helen Johnson, Aged 14 Years, 334 South Seventeenth Street, Lincoln, Neb., Blue Side. While the warm summer winds were blowing and the birds singing, a great dis- cussion was going on in Mother Nature's palace. Now this palace consisted of four rooms. Winter's room, Spring's room, Summer’s room and Autumn’s room. Winter's room was very .cold looking. In every corner was a.great throme uf crystal, tinted with silver, and his felcl hung around the ceillng. On the floor was his soft blanket of snow. Spring's room was such a cheerful sweet one. On one side was a fence made of the dainty green grass, which was covered with violet buds. The othier threa sides also had fences covered with half opgned roses, daisies and sweet peas, and long chains of clover and bluebells fell from” the celling. In Sum- mer's room Mother Nuture kept her deli- cate colors with which she painted the skies. The merry chirps of the birds were heard In her room, and now and then a soft breeze stole from under the door. All the beautiful birds were caged there, the robin, bluejay, lark, oriole, wood- pecker and others. / 1 think Autumn's room was the more beautiful. Strings of autumn leaves which were richly shaded with red, brown, green, vellow and violet hung around the room. A misty haze which was finted with pur- ple in some places enveloped the room which was plerced with the golden sun- beams. home they had her tor of Just a Minute By Krpa Bressman, Aged 10 Years. 1431 Emmett Street, Omaha. Red 8i +"May. id mamma, ‘‘come and mind the baby."” “Just a minute,” sald May. Just then the baby fell on.the floor out of her high chair and was hurt. When May heard this she felt sorry and wished that she had not saild that. This taught her « ‘esson and she never sal D & minute” again. The Life of a Pumpkin By Ruth Wyckoff, Aged 11 Years, Wilber, Neb. Blue Side. First 1 was a little deed planted in the ground, T did not like to live in_ the dark ground, so I came up. 1 was little and round and almost white. After I grew bigger 1 became yellow—then I wds ripe. In a day or two a woman came and pulled me, then I was cut in half, and then siiced and peeled and cut in squares, then put in the oven and cooked. Then I was taken out-and the crust of a ple was made and 1 was put in the crust and put on the table. And that is why 1 am here now instead of out in the garden. How Tommy Got His Thanks- giving Dinner Ronald Wyckoff, King Bee, Aged 11 Yea Wilper Neb. Red Side. “Mamma,’ sald Tommy, “are we golng 1o havi turkey for our Thanksgiving dinner? “No, “papa will money." Tommy was very disappointed. Tommy went outdoors thinking how he could it & turkey for their Thanksgiving dinner. Tommy walked up the street away. Soon he met a young gentleman coming down the street. He stopped and asked Tommy where Mr. Brown's office was. Tommy showed him the way, and the gentleman handed Tommy a one dollar bill. Tommy thanked him. Then Tommy's heart fllled with joy. Tommy knew he could buy a turkey with it. He went up to the market, bought & turkey for his Thanksgiving din- ner and took it home with him, they had a Thanksgiving turkey, Grandma’s Xmas Story By Rena N. M , Aged 13 Ye Blair, Neb. ExQueen. Blue Side. It was Xmas eve and the children were all ready for bed with their little woolen stockings banging in a row over the fire- place. Grandma crossed the room on hor way to bed and they all clamored for a story, so she settled herself In a big chair with four eager, little faces peering at her from the arms. It had to be an Xmas story, so this Is what she told: “When 1 was a little girl my father and mother thought that it would be nice to visit my grandparents on Xm: They lived fifty miles & s the prairies from us and as there were no railroads it would take us quite a while to get there. “We started in a big bobsled filled with hay and quilts and traveled two days, stop- ping over night at a farm house, for the oxen were very tired when night cdme and we got cold in &pite of our wraps. “On the second day we met a party of Indians. They wi very friendly for they hall stopped at grandfathers and got soma very nice eujables. We arrived just two days before Xmae. They were all very glad 1o see us and we were glad to get In by the great log fire. “1 was soon put to Uucle John, neighbors for somethl ing 1 up bright and sarly and was shown avound the place by Uncle John “In the afternoon we took a ride er the villuge. He gave me a whole dollar spend just as | pleased and 1 got some of the prettiest little things “1 was put to bad earller than the first night but hung my stoeking the fire. I never could get along without & mishap and when I had it nfeely hung up whaj should happen, but ught fire and burped it up. 1 eried. but grandma told me not to worry, Just hang up the other, and if would be all right “And It was all right, teo, for Xmas morning the first thin 1 ook out was & nice pair of stockings grandma had knit for me. My stocking was just jammed full of precious things. [ had nuts and ecandy thil | was sick of them (for one day). but Aunt Lucy made some taffy that | might pull it “Dinner was nothing to me, for 1 hed eaten all 1 could, but I took some goose By a my dear,” sald Tommy's mamma, not be here and I have no 10 bed 5o I aldn't get who had gone to a The next worn- see was 10 o over, the toe e and mince ple and 1 don't know yet where It went. In the evening we all played games and Uncle John got some apples to roast on the hearth and some popeorn pon In the ashes. Tt popped all over room and 1 scrambisd_after ft. Such as it wash We went home 1 have never o the fin two dave afterward and had o njce an Xmae, but | am sure tomorrow will he just as nioe." Baby had gone to sleep and had to be DUt to bed. The rest wanted another story but grandma told them )t they staved up too late that Santa might not come so they all ran off to bed Little Fredie. By Jullus Brown, Aged § Years, 2122 Boule: vard Avenue, Omaha. Red Side. Little Fredie was a very bad boy. When he did something mean and his mother asked him if he 414 it. he would say. “No, I do not know anything about it.”" One day his mother $ent him to the store with a quarter to get 4 loaf of bread and bring 2 cents back. When Fredie got to the store he told the storekeeper he wanted a loat of bread and a sack of tobacco for his father (he really did mot want it for his father, but wanted it for himself, as he was in the habit of smoking and using bad language). The storekeeper at first would not give it to him, but thinking maybe it was for his father, he gave it to him. On arriving home he gave his mother the bread and chapge. My son,” =ald the mother, ‘“‘where s the other nickel?’ “I lost it,” said Fredie. "I am afrald you are tejling a lie” said the mother. “No I ain’t, mamma. I would not tell a lie.” After supper Fredie went to take a rest, and in a few minutes was fast asieep. All of a sudden something touched on each shoulder, on the right shoulder the Fairy of Righteousness tapped him, who said, “Come with me, Fredle. and I will show you something nice.” “No," said the Fairy of Badness, “he is coming with me,” and she pulled him with her. In a few minutes they came to a lot of boys smoking and using bad language and doing all sorts of bad things. All this Fredie liked, but when people came by kicked and spit on them he did not like. Just then Fredie woke him. “‘Mamma,” sald Fredié, “I will never tell a lie again. I did not lose the nickel, but bought me some tobacco to smoke. Please forgive me.” Moral: Never tell a lie and always be good. Returning Good for Evil By Gladys Harris, Aged 10 Years, Oak, la. Red Side. Once there was a little girl named Esther, Her parents were very rich, Of course fhe had everything she could wish for. But one thing about Esther was that she was very selfish. She had a very nice little sil- ver purse. Every time she went to town her mother gave her 5 cents to spend as she pleased. She had a nurse named Ellen. (Now Esther was only 10 years old.) One day she said to her mamma: “May I go up to town, mamma, please?’ “Yes," re- ,plied her mother, “but Ellen will have to 80 with you “Oh, mamma,” she sald, “can't I go alone today?" “Well," replied her mother, “you may go alone this time." S0 she skipped away to her nurse, telling her to fix her for town. This was soon done and she kissed her mamma good by and away she flew down the street toward town, What did she ‘see the first thing but & little beggar girl named Loulse. Loulse came out towards Helen and sald: “Won't you please help a little beggar girl like me?" “No, replied Helen, “I have no use for little poor girls,” she said harshly, Louise went in an old alley and cried as If her heart would break. She went down to town and bought some candy, nuts and some other things. Helen reached home and found her father very sick. In about three days he died. In about two months Helen's mother dled. She did not have any place to go. Now, she too, must beg. Loulse was adopted by a very wealthy family. She always took a dollar to town with her. One day as she went to town the first thing she came across was Heien, Helen came out and sald: “Won't you help a poor little girl like me?” “Why. Loutse, “where do you live? Helen ans wered, “Oh, I live in the streets and aleys or any place I can.” Then Helen told’ her sad story. Loulse told her she was & beg- gar girl once, but she was adopted by wealthy people. Then Louise sald. “Well, I will see what I can do for you' She took her home und they adopted Helen too. S0, was this not returning good for evil? The Lady’ _Thlnklg‘lving By, Buth Davenport, Aged 11 Years, l:rfolk Avenue, Norfolk, Bide. In & little white cottage lived an old lady named Mrs. White, She was very poor and she was lame. The only friend she had was a kitten /and sne sai alone all day. Thanksgiving came, she she was going to have to eat thing she had was bread Some of the neighbor children thought of the old lady and planned (o take her a Thanksgiving dinner. When dinner time came & knock was heard at the door.” The lady said, ‘‘Come Red 1202 Neb. ' Blue thought what The only Illustrated Rebus rushed in with a basket and placed the basket on the table, while they emptied 1t and the lady sat watching the children. After the children had gone old lady looked to see what they brougit her, and this is what she found: Soup, tur key, potatoes, gravy, dressing, tea, o cranberry sauce, ple, nuts and oandy only the old 1ady enjoyed it, but the children dld because they had made seme one else happy n," and they —— Their Turkeys Kackley, Aged 10 Years croft, Wyo. Red Side. Once upon a time there lived a palr of twing whose namoes were Vere and Virn It was the day before Thanksgiving and thelr papa could not go out and catch a turkey. The little girls went up to the atio and dressed themselves up ke turkeys and went qut to the woods. They hid in the bushes wnd pretty soon the turkeys came. They went out and each grabbed twor turkeys, When they By Ruby Moor- were about home Vera fell down and one of her turkeys got away. When they got home their father had some hot water to dress them in. They had a beautiful Thanksgivinz dinner, Valina's Dream By Willlam Dairy, ex-King, Aged 9 Years, North Platte, Neb, Red Side, Valina was reading a fairy story, which happened to be “The Falry Princess,” when suddenly she closed her eyes and a prince stood before her, followed by a charfot in which sat a princess. They went by and Valina saw a little dwarf, who sald in a squeaky little volce, “Would you Illke to visit our city of fairies?" “Yes,"” sald Va- lina, very much pleased. “All right,” he sald, and produced a very small whistle on which he blew twice, and a very small chariot appeared. “Get In,” he sald. Va- lina looked very distressed, for there wero two seats and neither was bigger than a dime. The dwarf blew three times on the whistle and then a magic wand appeared i his ha He waved it over Valina and she became very small apd then she and the dwarf got into the chariot. They passed many houses and were soon in Falryland, First they came upon a group of fairies painting some flowers, “We'll go up and visit Brother Moon——" Just thea Valina awoke and started to read again. Why Poppies Hold Up Their Heads Ruth Rhodes, Aged 8 Years, Basin, Wyo. Red Side. Most of you know that fairies really are flowers. There was to be a grand ball at Queen Rose's palace. All of the fairles ever known were to attend. It was to be from § o'clock at night until 1 o'clock in the morning. Queen Rose was very busy deo- orating everything, At last the guests ar- rived. They were led by Lily and Chrysan- themum. Many, many, many more fol- lowed. The bees gave them their finest honey. They gathered dewdrops, which were served as a drink. One of the fairies found & piece of ice and an orange on her way. She had some of the fairies make some sherbet out of it. S0 you wee the refreshments were honey, dew and sher~ bet. It was served in acorns. They had & very good time after supper playing games and things like that. All of a sudden they ran outdoors, got into chariots, which were very finely decorated, and began rising up into the clouds out of sight. All did this but the Poppy. And this is why the Poppy always holds up her head, because she Is trying to find out whero they went to. The Thanksgiving Pies By Martha Richmond, Aged 11 Years, 613 North_ Twenty-second it Blue Side. gt Nellio, John and baby out of the kitchen all volce waa heard often giving Sadls, the cook, orders. But they could not hear a word they sald, and were wild with curl- osity. Now, you must know 'twas the day bee fore, Thanksgiving, and the turkey was belng dressed, the sauce cooked and the ples baked The ples were the most important with the children; there were pumpkin and cherry ple, for they were to have company, Aunt Mildred and Cousin Harvey, besWles big eister Bessle's beau, who liked baby Helen very much gnd often bought her candy. You might think children more interested In the big, fai turkey, but no; it was in the pies. Now listen. The pumpkins were John's All summer he had tended them. 'The cherries were Nellies. They came from her qwn little tree, and she plcked them. At Jast the day came and they had & happy, happy time. Naughty Norine Phyllis Corbett, Aged 13 Years. ney, Neb Red Side Norine was the youngest child of the Vanderbelt family. She had three brotn- ers ‘and one sister, who were very fond of her, although she had & bad and was very spolled Norine had one pet of whom she was very fond. It was a black cat, whom she called Tabby. 8he used her sister's doll carriage for his buggy and often dressed poor Tabby up In doll's and walked up and down with him in front of the house One morning she was busily engaged in dressing up. “Now, Tabby, you sit still or Il spank you 1 will 1d Norine, “and we'll go for & nice walk and 1, and Sister Nellle can’t go with un.” At last n tying a dol hood on lils head and strapped him tightiy oll carriage. Poor Tabby mewed but Norine had no mercy and »n pushing the buggy up and down the walk “Tabby, if you will stop crying Il ask mamma If We can go and see grandm. sald Norine “Mamma,” the house, grandma, “Not toldlay, dewr. Grandma taining and you might bother swered her mother. “But I want to show her my new kitty and I'se going, so there,” pouted Norine. “You may g0 some other time, buy not today, Norine,” sald her mother, But & wicked thought came into Norine's mind. “I'll g0 anyway and take Tabby, and mamma will never know.” She was moon around the corner and walked a long time “I guess grandma moved, Tabby, [ can't tind her house. I guess we's lost.” And Norine began to cry and sat down on & doorstep and sobbed herself to sleep, She never knew when the door opened and & kind-hearted old lady brought hee into the house. When she awoks she found herself in bed and saw her mother' anxlous face bending over I sud lesson for Norine, bud J. of dis lenoey - obed! - vy /£ By Helen were kept day. Mamma's By P temper clothes you in the pite was s #he orled as she ran inte labby and T are going to sea is enter- her,* an- ’I