Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, April 10, 1910, Page 22

THE OMAHA SUNDAY BEE: APRIL 10, 1910. RE the Busy Bees enjoying the stories about trees which are being pub- lished on the Children's page? ning to plant trees this spring? children cutting and sbolling beautiful trees they would How many of the Busy Bees are plan- It when any of the Busy Bees see k their lit- tle friends not to do this they would be dong considerable good in this world. Several little boys and &irls in our own city have spoiled a number of young trees and have broken them while they are little, not realizing that these little trees will soon grow to be beautiful large trees, giving shade for the chil- dren who play out of doors on the warm summer day and making nice cool places for older people who wish to stop and rest beneath this grateful shade. Surely all of the children lke the fruit trecs which give us the apples, peaches, pears, nuts and other good things to eat It all of the children would make up their minds never to harm the trees nor let any of their little triends when they are older they will realize how much good they have done. Prizes were awarded this week to Elizabeth Wright and to Russel Myers, both on the Red side Honorable mention was given to Helen Verrill, the new queen of the Blue side, who was awarded a prize last week Any of the Busy Bees may send cards to anyone whose name 18 on the Postcard Exchange, which now inecludes Jesn De Long, Ainsworth, Neb. Irene McCoy, Barnston, Neb. Lilian Mervin, Beaver City, Neb. Mabel Witt, Bennington, Neb. Anna Gottsch, Bennington, Neb. Minnle Gottsch, Benningtun, Neb. Agnes Dampke, Benson, Neb. Marie Gallagher, Benkeiman, Neb, (Box 12). 1da May, Central City, Neb. Vera Cheney, Creighton, Neb. Louis Habn, Davida Cit. Rh Freldell, Dorchester, Aleda Benpeti, Elgin, Neb Eunice Bode, Falls Cit. Neb. Ethel Reed, Fremont, Neb. Hulda Lundbuvg, Fremont. Neb. Marion Capps, Gibson, Neb. Marguérite Bartholomew, Gothenburg, Neb. Anna Voss, 407 West Charles Street, Grand Island, Neb. Lydia Roth, 85 West Koenig street, Isiand, Neb. Eila Voss, 407 West Charles street, 1sland, Neb. Irene Costelio, 116 West Kighth Grand_ Tsiand, Neb. Jessle Crawford, 46 West Charl Grand Island, Neb. Pauline Schulfe, 413 West Fourth Grand Islamd, Neb. h Martha Murphy, 98 East Ninth Grand Island, Neb. Hugh Rutt, Leshara, Neb. Mester E. Rutt, Leshara, Nob. Alice Temple, Lexingtou, Neb. Ruth Temple, Lexingion, Neb. Anna Nellson, Lexington, Neb. Edythe Kreits, Lexington, Neb. Marjorie Temple, Lexington, N Alice Grassmeyer, 1646 C St., Lincoln, Marian Hamilton, 285 L Bt. Lincol Blsie Hamiiton, %% 1, 'St Lincol irene Disher, 300 L sireei, Lincoln, < Hughie Disher, 208 ». streei. Lincoin, Neb. Charlotte B 221 South Fifteenth street, Lincoin, Nel Miidred 'Jensen, Fremont, Neb. Helen Johnson, 834 street, Lincoln. Neb. Althea 'Myers. 24 Noith Sixteenth street, Lincoln, Neb, Louise Stlles, Lyons, Neb. Estelie McDonald, Lyons, Neb. Milton Selser, Nebraska City, Neb. Harry Crawford, Nebraske City, Neb. Harvey Crawford, Nebraska City, Neb. Lucile Hagen, Norfolk, Ni Helen Revnoida, Norfolk, Neb. Letha Larkin, So. Sixth Bt., Norfolk, Neb. Emma Marquardt, Fifth sireet.and Madi- son_avenue, Norfolk, Gencvieve M. Jones, North Loup, Neb. William Davis, 28 West Third street, North Piatte, Neb, Louise Raabe, %% North Nineteenth sve- nue, Cmaha. Frances Johnson, 933 North Twenty-fifth avenue, Omaha. } Marguerite Johnson. 938 North Twenty- fifth avenue, Omaha. Emile Brown. 22 Boulevard, Omaha. Helen Goodrich, #10 Nicholas 8 Mary_Brown, 2123 Boulevard, Omal Eva Hendoe, street, Omaha., Lillian_Wirt, Cass street, Omaha. Lewis Poff, $1i5 Franklin street, Omaha. Juanita Innes, /8 Kort street, Omaha. Bassett Ruf, 1814 Binney sireet, Omaha. Grand Grand atreet, street, street, street, 08 Eest Second street, South Seventeenth Meyer Cohn, $46 Georgla avenue, Omaha. Ada Morris, 424 Franklin street, Oma! Myrtie Jensen, 2000 lzard street, Omana Oirin Fisher, 1210 8. Eleventh St., Miidred Erickson, 2io9 Howard St., Oscar Erickson, 2109 Howard st., Gail Howard, 4722 Capitol avenue, Helen Houck, 162 Lothrop street, Emerson Goodrich, 4010 Nicholas, Maurice Johnson, 1027 Locust St., Leon Carson, 1124 North Fortieth, Wilma Howard, 4724 Cipitol avenue, Omahs. Jitlah Fisher, 1210 South Bleventh, Omal Mildred Jensen, 2107 Leavenworth, Omal Edna Heden, 3789 Chicago street. Omaha. Mabel Sheitelt, 4914 North Twenty-fifth 2405 North Twentleth Bmma Carruthers, 3211 North Twenty-fitth street, Omaba. Leonora Denison, The Alblon, Pacific str ‘Omaha. Mae Hammond, O'Neill, Neb. Madge L. Daniels, Ord, Neb. Zola Beddeo, Orleans, Neb. Agnes Richmond. Orleans, Neb. Mare Fleming, Uscevia, Neb. Lotta Woods, Pawnee City, Neb. Earl Perkins, Reddington, Neb. 1 Stanton, Neb. Lena Peterson, 2211 Locu ., Ina Carney, Sutton, Clay county, Milier, Utlea 1 red F. Jones, North Loup, Neb Alta Wilken, Waco, Neb Leo Beckord, Waro, Neb. Mae Grunke, West Point, Neb. lsle Stasny, Wilber, Neb. Frederick Ware, Winside, Neb. Pauline Parks, York, Neb. Edna Behling, York, Neb. Mary Frederick, York. Neb. ® Currle B. Bartlew, Fontaneile, Ia. Irene Reynolds, Little Sioux, fa. Ethel Mulholland, Box 71, Malvern, Ia Eleanor Mellor, Malvern, Ia. Katherine Mellor, Malvern, Ta. Ruth Robertson, Manilla, Ia. Mildred Robertson, Manilla, Ia. Margaret B. Witherow, Thurman, Ia Bertha McEvoy, R. F. D. 3, Box 2, Mis- sourl Valley, Ia. Henry L. Workinger, care Sterling Remedy company, Attca, Ind. Adlena Sorry, Monarch, Wyo. Box 82 Fred Sorry, Monarch, Wyo. Pearl Barron, Monarch, Wyo. John Barron, Monarch, Wyo. Edith Amend, Sheridan, Wyo. Pauline Squire, Grand, Okl Fred Shelley, 20 Troup street, Kansas City, Mo. Mary %elntolh. Sidney, Neb. Nellie Diedrick, Sidney, Neb. Eunice Wright, 633 North Logan street, ¥remont, . Carol Simpson, Wilber, Neb. Phyllis Haag, 632 West Seventeenth street, York, Neb. Maclle Moore, Silver City, Ia Mabel Houston, 18 Sherman avenue, Omaha. Dorothy Telleson, 4848 North Thirty-elghth street, Omaha. Mabel Baker, Lander, Wyo. Omaha. Omaha. Omah Omal Tenth and Tom Parker and His Reward By Maud OMMY PARKER lived in & large city where boys and men, in the mad rush of the street and of business, seemed prone to forget thelr earlier home training, and each was bent on looking out for that great person, “Self." And Tommy, only & recent cltizen of the clty, was often much astonished, and an- noyed, too, at the treatment of old people on the strzets and in street cars by the younger generation. He could not get ac- customed to seelng & strong young man sitting in & street car while an old woman hung to & strap. In fact, Tommy would never remain seated while & woman— young or old, plain or of elegance appea ance—stood clinging to a strap, but would rise and touch his hat politely to the un- seated lady and offer to her his seat. “Indeed, Tommy's friends called him “Gallant Tommy." and some of them laughed at him for his very polite man- ners. “Youw'll soon lose your countrystown gallantry in the city,” declared one youns fellow who worked In the office where Tommy had employment. “Every man here 1s for himself. and when he lsn't—well he's ridden over roughshod by the other fellows who haven't any more mamners than the law enforces. And the law says nothing about & man or boy being obliged to sur- render his car seat to & woman—just on account of her sex. There are women who never work, and who shop about town till the stores are closed, then get aboard a car—after & day of what might be called idle pastime—and expect some tired man or boy to rise and give her his sedt. I say, there's only one law in & city, & law of self-preservation. Get & seat for number one and let number two take care of him- 81t or herself. Tommy shook his head. “T can't see the matter in that light" he declared. “The fact that a woman is & woman makes me feel that 1 owe her certain courtesy. And were 1 to live here a hundred years, I'd never forget my home training-the duty all boys and men owe to an unprotected airl or woman. 8o, laugh at what you call my ‘sily galtantry,' but remember, it makes me all the stronger in my determina- tion to held to my old country-town man- ners. D the evening of the day that this con- versation occurred, Tommy and his office companion were on their way to night school where both were taking a course in Knglish literature. Tommy also fit- ting himself for & literary career, and found it pretty hard to work all day In the office and to study half the night in a cold, stuffy hall bedroom. But he was d termined to win in his chosen profession, and being & hardy fellow, full of dete mination~“bulldog temacity,” his friends called it—he kept up coursge and strength ¢ under the most trylng conditions. As Tommy and his companion—whose o Name was Bert Bryant—were about to leave the crowded elevated train, the former's 7 attention was attracted to an old iady who ¢ was hanging to & strap. Evidently she had started to leave the car, but was so crowded and crushed by the crowd in the ‘Walker. alscle that she had been obliged to cling to a strap to prevent being thrown to the floor. Tommy did not stop to think over what he should do, but pushed his way through the crowding human mass to where the old lady clung so helplessly. ‘‘Here, Madam,” he sald respectfully, taking hold of her arm, “I'll gladly assist you out of this crush and down the steps. I'm leaving the car at this station, too. “Oh, thank you,” sald the old lady, smil- ing sweetly into Tommy's face. “But I fear I shall be imposing on you. I am not #0 quick or aglle as you are and will detain you, Indeed, I go down the steps so slowly that you may be sorry you offered me your assistance.’ “No, indeed,” declared Tommy. “I am not in so great & hurry that I cannot find time to help you to the street—and to your own door If you will permit me." “‘You are very kind,” sald the old lady feelingly. “One so seldom sees & young chap like you nowadays. But I do fear I shall detain you. Is that your companion— the youth who is trying to attract your attention? He's at the door—just about to pass out.” Tommy ‘ooked toward the door and saw Bert beckoning to him, and heard him call out: “Oh, come on, Gallant Tom, we'll be late at school. Come—get & move on your- self. I'm going on downstaire.” “Go on, Bert; don’t walt for me," called out Tommy. “I'll be at school - sometime this evening. I'm in no burry.” Then he helped the old lady out of the car and down the station steps to the street. At the foot RULES FOR YOUNG WRITERS 1. Write plainly on one side of the paper only and number the pages. 8. Use pen and ink, not penoil 3. Short and pointed articles will be given preference. DO not use over 250 words. 4. Original stories or letters only wili be used. 5. Write your mame, age and ad- dress at the top of the firat page. First and second books will be given for the best con- tributions to this page each week. Address all communioations to CHILDREN'S DEPARTMENT, Omana Boe. (First Prize.) Pictures. By Blizabeth Wright, Aged 12 Years, South Thirty-fifth Avenue, Omaha. Red Side. Dorothy had gone to bed and was sleeping soundly. There were lots of pletures in Dorothy's room. There were Indian, Dutch and seashore pictures; also there were pictures of dolls, children, foung women going to the seashore and three little boys with brooms. As soon as Dorothy was asleep they stepped down out of their frames. The young women went to look at Dorothy's jewelry; the Dutch people climbed up In the chalr to rest; the Indians came down ready to scalp Dorothy. The three little boys tried to sweep the rugs with their picture brooms. Just then Dorothy sat up in bed. The plctures all van back and jumped into their frames. “Daddy!" screamed Dorothy. I dreamed that all my picture people were sitting arcund In my room.” 1322 Little (Second Prize.) The Queen of the Fores By Russell Myers, Aged 11 Years, 219 Sonth hirty-second street, South Omaha. Red Side, Once upon & time a boy and his father were- going through a deep forest. When they came to the middle of the great forest they saw a pretty young woman all dressed in green, who had a erown of flowers on her head. The birds fluttered around her head and sang merrily. The boy and his father hid behind trees, and the pretty young woman weidt up to & big oak tree. She had taken all of the birds’ nests out of its branches and broken the ¢ggs in the nest This lady was the queen of the forest, She had come to punish the tree. She touched It with her wand and the leaves all became yellow and fell off the tree The birds did not build their nests In itts branches and it was very and lone- some, sorry (Honorable Mention.) The Leaves. Verrill, Queen Bee The Strehlow, N 19, Blue Side. The leaves wern all planning for a party on the 25th of September. They began to plan In August. | The maple tree sajd: "My children shall wear yllow dresses,” and the sumac said: “My children shall wear red dresses,”” and the elm tree sald: My children shall wear orange and brown dresses.’” When they asked the pine tree what her children would wear she said: las! My children have only thelr grecen dresses to wear.” And so on they went asking all the trees. The weeks wore away and at last it was three days before the arranged time. The leaves all began to put on thelr new dresses, all but the pine. They all laughed at her, but she did not care. At last the day dawned bright and sunny, the leaves all rejolced. When it was 7 o'clock at night the wind—their carriage— came and the leaves all got in, and away the leaves all went. At the party they danced and“made merry. When the clock struck 12 the leaves lay down on their bed, which was the ground, and then Mother Nature covered them all up with a soft, white blanket, and there they slept till spring. The Shepher;l—'l‘umed Mer- chant By Martha Cherny, Aged 13 Years, South Twenty-fourth Street, South Omaha. Red Side. A shepherd, who kept his sheep at no great distance from the sea, one day drove them close to the shore and sat on & rock to enjoy the cool breeze, It was a beauti- ful summer day and the ocean lay before him, calm, smooth and of an enchanting By_ Helen Years, Aged Omaha. 13 kil of the steps he asked it he might not take her to her own door. “I belleve I shall allow you to accompany me,” sald the old lady, “for I feel somewhat feeble since be- ing in that terrible crush. I had not meant to get on such & crowded car, but made & mistake in the hour. You see, I was af tending a meeting of our church com- mittee this evening, and decided I would just go home on the car and not wait to have my daughter send the carriage for me. She advised me not to do so, but I overrated my endurance and strength. I find I am not as young as I was a few years ago. Old age counts, my dear boy." And the old lady sighed as she chatted to Tommy, who had taken her arm and was walking down the street with her. But presently the old lady became very much Interested in knowing who Tommy was and about his plan in life. Tommy, in the most stralghtforward manner possible, told her all about himself, and of his widowed mother and his two younger sis- ters In the middle west. “You see, I am now the man of the family,” he explained with & boyish pride and sense of respon- sibility, “and I am trylng to get on here fast a8 I can so that I may bring mamma and my sisters here to live with me. / My elder sister has great talent for musi and I am anxious for her to have the ad- antages of city teachers. She'll do some- thing big some day, I predict. “And wo will you, my boy,” sald the old lady fervently. “It takes a fine, brave boy these days to show such attention to an old woman as you have shown to me this And I want you to give me your also that of your mother, for I feel sure she is a splendid woman. And 1 want to write her about your courtesy to me." Tommy felt a flush of pride at the old lady's words. “Yes, ma'am,” he said, “my mother is & eplendid woman, and I am only following out her training when I am courteSus to my elders. My mother may be very poor in this world's goods, but she's rich in virtues and nobleness.” “Ah, here we are at my door,” said the old lady. “And mow I must thank you a thousand times for having seen me so sately home. I would be most happy to own such a gallant grandson as you are, R l l ' i my boy. And—won't you come to ss me in the near future—after your wotk ih the office 1s done for the day? I shall intro- Quce you to my daughter and her husband. They live with me, you see. And we shall want you to dine with us frequently on Sundays. Tommy was overjoyed at recelving such a cordial invitation to visit the dear old lady, to whom he had quite lost his heart, and promised to come on the following Sunday afterncon. Then, bidding her a good-night, he hurried toward the school as fast as he could. He was a few minutes late, but was excused by the teacher when he explained the reason of his tardiness. On thesnext Saturday, and while Tommy was planning on the pleasure of the follow- Ing afternoon, a speclal delivery letter was brought to him. The landlady looked at him questioningly, for he did not seem im- portant enough In ber eyes to be the re- ciplent of a special delivery letter, But Tommy bowed her out gracefully and opened the letter, which ran as follows: “Mr. Thomas Parker—Dear Mr. Parker: 1 have taken the liberty of looking into your life (and that of your dear family), and find you a very deserving boy, And I also find your mother a most worthy woman, deserving of the noble son who is now the ‘head of her household’ And I am prepared to see you through -your school and relieve you of the burden of the office work while you are fitting yourself in your chosen profession. Even since the night on which you so kindly offered me your protection—the protection of a fine young man of 17 to an old lady of 60—I have wished that you might become my grandson. And now we have found the way—with my dear daughter's assistance. We shall lay the whole plan before you to- morrow when you come to dine with us, and it is one which & fine boy like you annot disapprove of. il tomorrow after- noon, and with the best wishes for your welfare, I am, most gratefully yours, * \GRANDMAMMA' " AGNES CLARK." Tommy stood spellbound for & moment “Ah, the dear, good old lady,” he said at last. “And she wants me for her grandson! How strange, for I have been wishing she were my dear old grandmother. Well how everything works out to make me happy! I only hope I deserve it!" ARE AT MY DOOR™ SAID THE OLD LADY, Children to Save the Forest Trees By John Davey, Xent, 0. TRIMMED TREE FALLING TO PIECES, ARTICLE 1V, OME Class: We called for 10,- 000,000 children; there ought to be four times that many listen- ing—by this time; for our popu- lation s 90,000,000, and surely about half ought to belong to our reading circle. Can't offer a stick of gum for each new pupil, but every boy and girl should learn the lessons we are im- parting; therefore, kindly let your neighbor read your paper, but take it back and place it in your scrap book. Last week we showed you the charming Live Oak In Audubon park, and explained the missions of a leaf. Today we ask you to gaze upon the wonderful formation of a tree top (if they have not been all de- stroyed around you.) Look at the powerful, lateral arms! See them divide and then sub-divide until they terminate in the little delicate twigs! Pull down a branch, ex- amine the buds and see how—last year— Mother Nature prepared for the future in folding up the future organs of respira- tlon I »n and the new factories for the manufacture of & feod supply! But, horror! | something; it must be & “What-ls-1t? 1t is armed with & saw and an axe, and carries & ladder on its shoulder. See! It places the ladder against & noble A structure that is curlously wrought, and has taken, perhaps, fifty years or 10 bulld. Look! look the demon s sawing! Almighty God! will § no one protest? Are_there no shotguns in the reglon? C-r-a-s-h!" the work of in nocent, peaceful, mute, beneficent Mothe Nature—for a half & century—is dest by an ignorant fool, or scape-grace of h In fitteen minutes! and they do it at abo a dollar and & half a day for money! Children! children! on you we call to st this wicked work. Look at Photo 7. Th 1s a specimen of the destruction (In a mild form) fn Butler, Pa. That litte city has suffered not less than §1.000,000 from those ruthless butcheries. Philadelphia $15, 00,000 below par from the same deproda tions; Clncinnati not less than $12,0xf 0w, and other middie and eastern citles In the same pro Fungus those wounds; works its way down; the trunk becomes the “home’ of larvae, ants and grubs and the goes to pleces as' you wee In photo 8 re comes tree, more starts in deca TREES MUTILATED BY TRIMMERS. blue. As he watched the white salls and listened to the measured splash of the tiny wavelets on the pebbled beach his heart thrilled with pleasure. “How happy,” ex- claimed he, “should I be if, in a tight, trim bark of my own, with wings like a bird, I could skim that lovely plain, visit other lands, see other people and become rich in ministering to their wants and pleasure: He sold his flock and all that he had, bought a small ship, loaded it with dates, and set sall. A storm arose; the cargo was thrown overboard to lighten the ship, but in spite of all efforts It was driven upon a rock near the shore and went to pleces. The shepherd escaped and was glad to earn his bread by watching the fiock which had formerly been his own. He again be- came possessed of some amount of wealth and found himself sitting on the self-same rock, and on just such a day as that on which he resolved to become a merchant. “Deceitful and tempting element!” cried he to the sea; “in vain you try (o engage me a second time. Others may confide their treasures to your treacherous but never while I live will I trust falthless bosom more." Grandma’s Childhood Days By Goldie Truesdell, Aged 10 Yeurs, ire- mont, Neb. led Slde. One cold night Louella, Clarice and els were all sitting around the open fire- place. Louella was 8, Clarice was 11 and Francis was 4 wyears old. Suddenly little Francls arose and, clapping her little fat hands, exclaimed: “Qh, gramma, won't you tell us a story?" Grandma was always ready children siories, so she sald, shall it be about? All the children loved to hear grandma tell about when she was a little girl, so they agreed it should be about when she was youns: Well,”” began grandma, “'wi lttle girl 1 used to love to my litlle sister, to pick flowers. we were gathering blossoms and saw a pretty bud among some bush went In and was going to pluck it, but she Ing: ‘Oh, Helen! There is a big thing com- ing after me.' “1 looked and saw We ran home and told papa, out and killed it.” Here grandma ended her slory, came in to take the children to bed. The Little Artist Aged 11 Years, Sutton, Neb,, ive slde Nannerl were the little window eagerly watching wurn of thelr brother When Suzette Oh, huw 1 wish 1 could go to school! Oh, hy I would learn! I know you would like thy n- to tell the “Well, what 1 was a take Katty One d Katt She a large snake there. and he came for nursie By Opal » anding the re- id: Suzette and 10 g0 to school, 100, Lut both know It is nhard send Franels to school send ed noney - te w énough 1t him. for vapa get costs about Just skipping s then » the path! “Qb, goody, Eoody clapped thelr hands, coming.” Just then u rosy, werry into the room. He threw and sald: "My, but I'm hungry mush smells good.” He then sat down and drew & bench near the door and pulled a plece of charcoal, with nails, strings, marbles and other trash 149 all boys have, from his pockets 'hat's that?' asked Suzette. “Char- was the answer. “What's it for, that suft?’ “To draw with. 1 found it Milton's pasture. 1 guess some- What are you going “On, 1 even boy meters came up and the giris goody, he's coming; boy of 19 burse his bodks down My, but coal, Airty down by body had a bonfire.” to do with it?" asked Nannerl don't know." “Do draw something with it," zette. Ho then began to draw. Nannerl drew closer. What could lie be drawing. Could it be grandma's pleture? It“'was without a doubt. Nannerl was grandma's favorite and she didn't ke it “Why, Francis, how could you do it sald Su- she said in astonishment. Francis did not answer. He was so Interested that even the gnawing in his stomach was almost forgotten. Grandma heard this and drew near to see what was going on. “Sh-h-h-h," whispered Suzctte, tending her hand, grandma stopped smiling proudly, bent over Francls watched him. Just then it was finished and he turned und saw grandma. “Oh, I did it just in fun, I didn't do it to be mean But grandma said assuringly, “Never mind, my child. I am proud of you. You will bring fame upon us yet." The Cruei Master By Mable Stafford, Aged 14 Years, Platte, Neb., Blue Sid Once a friend of mine and myselt were out riding about one mile and a halt from town whep we saw a man coming into town; he had a poor, skinny team and he had in his hands a blg horsehide, with which he was beating his hor 1 80t out of the buggy and said: “You are @ cruel man; I wiil tell the soclety for the preventioh or cruelty to dumi animals’” 1 got back In the buggy and started to town. 1 went to the home of the judge of the town; I knew where he lived and I knew where the crue) man lived. The judge sald: I will see the cruel man.” He got In the buggy and 1 showed him the place. When we drove in the yard the cruel man was milking the cows, One of the cows switched her tail and knocked his hat pff. He jumped up and was hitting and beating her. The judge stepped up and put him in the buggy and took him to jail. He was in jail one year. The judge came in morning and sald: “Are you willing to treat dumb animals kindly?’ He sald: “Yes.! The judge let him go home and he treated his animals kindly and the ani- mals treated him the same. He then lived a happy life from then on., Rover 1gh. o and ex- and and North one By Emma V South_'I'nirt de had lived in his new home about and he had grown into & hand- St. Bernard dog. Everybody was very fond of him. day his little master, Arthur Logan, was golng to take some butter to his grandmother, who lived In the country. Just before he started his father said “Now, Arthur, be careful, be- ca I heard that there are some wolves in the woods you have to pass and be sure take Rover with you." Pretty soon Arthur and Rover were walking slde by side In the woods, when Arthur heard low growls behind him, and on look- ing around, to his horror, he saw a pack of wolves, at which he set up a loud scream ing. Rover dragged Arthur over to a clump of bushes and set the butter down beside him. Then he gave a loud bark and threw himself upon the wolves. By the time the Aged 12 Axenu Years, 1332 Omaha,’ Neb, Rover two year som One men that heard Rover got there he had killed some of the wolves. That night Rover was given an extra plate of meat. Arthur! would not part with him now for anything, because Rover saved his life, What I Dreamed By Edith Johnson, Aged 12 Years, eighth and W Streets, South Red Side. I was tired one night and I thought [ would go to sleep, but I was thinking about reading stories because I had read all Saturday afternoon, so 1 stayed up and read. And in a few minutes I went to sleep in a big Morris chair 1 dreamed that I was in the woods where foxes and all kinds of other animals were, and just as I was dreaming 1 heard a voice say “Who are you?’ and I looked around, but could see no one. In a little while they said again: “Who are you?' and I told the person my name and then they asked me If I wanted to g» to fairyland with her, but I said no cause 1 was afraid. 1 woke up just as I was dreaming and found out that I was sleeping In a chair. I jumped up and went to bed and the next morning I told mamma, the dream, Forty- Omaha. A Queer Ride By Carol Simpson, Aged 10 Years, Wilber, Neb. Red Side. ldly was visiting grandma's farm and she was delighted In everything she saw There was Buttercup, the cow, and, last ¢ all, old: Peg, the cat, had five little kittens. One was white, Maltese, and the two other ones were tiger; one was like his mother, black and white. Now back of the farm was a brook, and Lily loved to sall chestnut burrs on it She would sit for a long time holding the kittens and sall “boats. One day she was salling ‘“‘boats”’ When she thought she would like to give the kit tens a ride. So she found a board and put it In the brook. Then she sat the kittens on It, but they did not like the water very well. Pretty the board began to float. Lily could not stop it, 6o she began to scream. Grandpa heard her and called and asked her what was the matter. When he saw the kittens he sald, “Well, I de- clare; I'll soon get ‘em out of tha She got a stick he told her to and it had & hook on the end. He got the kittens out Lily began hugging them, but she never tried to give the kittens a ride llke that again. one was soon Tommy’s Dream, Derrell Healey Years, Platte, Neb. Red Blde. Once upon @ time (hire was & great eagle who was very fond of children and had captured a little boy. Presently the eagle stopped and let the Nttle boy down and then he flew upward again, Tommy Just of bed. By Aged 7 North A Fisherboy’s Song T WILL soon be time for fishing I Hip-hur-ray! And for it I've been wishing Hip-hur-ray! #ach winter day! Each winter day! ““While snow lay all about us— Oh, lack-a-day! Oh, lack-a-day! 1 kept a constant wishing '"Twould pass away. 'Twould pass away! “But now the spring is with us— Oh, happy joy! Ob, happy joy! And now we'll go a-fishing, Each country boy! Each country boy! 4 A