Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, May 22, 1910, Page 23

EVERAL children have written the editor inquiring how they may join the Busy Bees. Children's page. and send them to the Children’s swriters may write for either the Red side or the Blue side, refer. ‘the Red side. Each side tries to have | ] 14 {lad so many children she did not know what to do,” which was on the Chil- fen’s page May 1, was answered correctly by a number of the children, in- Jcluding C. Arild Olsen of Omaha, Nora Livingston of Plattsmouth and William olack of Omaha. i Any child under 15 years of age may write for the They may write storles on any subject they choose page of The Omaha Bee. The little whichever they Helen Verrill is queen of the Blue side and Milton Rogers I8 king of ts writers win the most prizes. The illustrated rebus, “There was an old woman who lived in a shoe, she Prizes were awarded this week to Clarence Siekkotter of Gretna, Neb,, on Hon- orable mention was given to Fred Sorry of Wyoming, ex-king of the Red side, ghn Red side, and to Elsa McFarland of Omaha, also on the Red side. #&change, several of the Busy Bees hav Mees may send cards to anyone whose which now include: Some changes of address have been made this week in the Postal Card ing moved recently. name is on the Any of the Busy Postcard exchange, Any of the Busy Bees may send cards to anyone whose name 18 on the Postcard Exchan Jesn De Long, Ainsworth, Neb. 1rene McCoy, Barnston, N Lillian Mervin, Beavar Cit Mabel Witt, Bennington, Neb. 'uha Gottsch, Bennington, N Gottsch, Bennington, Neb. Agnes Dampke, Benson, Neb. Marie Galiagher, Benkeiman, Neb. (Box 12). 4da May, Centrgl City, Neb. Cheney, Ln‘lfhton, Iveb. Hahn, ‘'David City, Neb. Rhea Freidéll, Dorchester, Neb. Aleds Bennett, Kigin, Ne Bode, Falia City, Neb. Kthel Reed, Fremont, Neb. Hulda Lundbu: l‘r';munh Neb. Marion Capps, Gibson, Neb. Marguerite Bartholomew, Gothenhurg, Nel Anna Voss, West Charles Street, Urand a Vi 401 West Charles street, Grand Island, Neb. Irene Costello, 115 West Eighth street, Grand Jsland, Nel Jessle Crawford, 406 West Charles street, i ,Grand lsland, Neb. | P&uline 8chulte, Deadwood, 8. D. i ha Murphy, Y4 Last Ninth street, ) rand Island, Neb. 'l igh Rutt, Leshara, Neb, ter E. Rutt, Leshara, Neb. § Temple, Lexington, Neb. h Temple, Lexingion, Neb. na Neilson, Lexington, Neb. ythe Kreits, Lexington, Neb. orle Temple, Lexington, Neb. Grassmeyer, 1645 C St., Lincoln, Neb, n_tamilion, 2029 L St., Lincoin, Ne Hamilton, 20 L Lincoln,” Nel Irene Disher, 2030 L street, Lincoin, Nel Hughle Disher, 208 1. street. Lincoln, Nel Charlotte Boggs, 221 South Fifieenth street, Lincoln, Neb. .Iydrcd Jensen, | _Fremont, Nei 08 Eest Second street, Helen Johnson, 384 South Seventeenth street, Lincoln, Neb. Althea Myers, 24 North Sixteenth street, Lincoln, Neb. |Louise Stlies, Lyons, Neb. Estelle McDonald, Lyons, Neb. Mliiton Seizer, Nebraska City, Neb, Harry Crawford, Nebraska City, Marvey Crawford, Nebraska CRy, Lucile Hazn, Norfolk, Neb. n Reynolds, Norfolk, Neb. a Larkin, So. sixth eh. eb. Norfolk, mma Marquardt, Fifth street and )&fll son avenus, Norfolk, Neb. M. Jones, North Loup, Neb. g2 West “Third"street, Neb. 20 North Nineteenta ave- Johnson, 938 North Twenty-fifth e, Omaha. guerite Johnson, 933 North Tweaty- tifth avenue, Omaha. Emile Brown, 243 Houlevard, Omaba. Helen Goodrich. 4010 Nicholas'St., Omaha. Mary Brown, 2323 Boulevard, Omaha. siva Hendee, 44ui Douge street, Omaha. Lilian Wir (M Cash streel, Qmaba. Lewis Poff, §115 Franklin street, aha. Juanita Innes, 176 Kort strest, Omaha. Bi tt Ruf, 1814 Binney street, Omaha. Meyer Cohn, 846 Georgla avenue, Omaha Helen F. Douglas, 19§l G Street, Lincoln. which now includes: Ada Morris, 424 Fraoklin street, Omaha. Myrtle_Jensen, 209 Izard street, Omaha Orrin Fisher, 1210 S. Eleventh St, Omaba. Mildred Erickson, 2106 Howard Bt, Omah Oscar_Erickson, %109 Howard St O Gall Howard, 4122 Capitol avenu Helen Houck, 1628 Lothrop street, O Emerson Goodrich, 4010 Nicholas, Omal Mauriee Johnson, 1027 Locust St, Omab Leon Carson. 1124 North Fortiéth, Omah Wilma Howard, 4722 Cipitol avenue, Omaha, Hilah Fisher, 1210 South Eleventh, Omaha. Miidred Jensen, kdna Heden, 2107 Leavenworth, Omaha. #189 Chicago strest. Omaha. @14 North Twenty-fifih 2406 North Twentleth treet, Omaha. ©mma Carruthers, 3211 North Twenty-fifth street, Omaha. Leonora Denisol .o‘l‘ Alblon, Tenth and m: Mae Hammond, O'Nelll, Neb. Madge L. Danlels, Ord, Neb. Zola Beddeo, Orleans, Nel Agnes Richmond. Orleans, N Marle Fleming, Usceula, Neb. Lotta Woods, Pawnee City, Neb. Earl Perkins, Reddington, Neb. Edna Enis, Stanton, Neb. i.mt Peterson, 2211 Locust St., E. Omaha. na Carney, Sutton, ?{ county, Nebraska, Cl Miller, Utica, Neb, Mildred F. Jones, North Lonp, b Alta Wilken, Waco, Neél Leo Beckord, Wano, N Mae Grunke, West Point, Neb. Il Stasny, Wilber, N Frederick Ware, Winside, Neb. Pauline Parks, York, Neb. Edna Behling, York, Neb. Mary Frederick, Yark, Neb. Currle B, w(lllih Fontanelle, Ia. 1rene Reynold: ttle Sloyx, la. Ethel Mulholland,’ Box 71, Malvern, Ia Kleanor Mellor, Malvern. ia. Katherine Mellor, Malvern, Ia Ruth Robertson, Manilia, fa. Mildred Kobertson, Maniila, Ta. llugu et B, Witherow, Thurman, la Bertha McEvoy, R. F. D. § Box %, Mis ouri Valley, Is. Hal;y L. Workinger, 2062 W. Huron Street, orry, Monarch, Wyo. Box 8 Adlena ;rJ" Ty, Monarch. Wyo. ‘earl Barron, Monarch, Wyo. John Bar lhu‘rch. Wyo. Edith A heridan, Wyo. Pauline rand, Okl Troup street, Kansas uire, Fred Shelley, City, Mo. Mary Mclntosh, Sidney, Neb. Nellie Diedrick, Sidney, Neb. Eunice Wright, 632 North Logan street ¥remont, Neb. Carol Simpson, Wilber, Neb. PVIII- Haag, 832 West Seventeenth street, ork, Nel acile Moore, Silver City, Ila. abel .Houston, 3018 Sherman Omaha. Dorothy Telleson, 4346 North Thirty-eighth street, Omah Mabel Baker, Lander, Wyo. Corinne Allison Robertson, Wilber, Neb. Elizabeth Wright, 1322 South Thirty-fifth avenue, Omaha. avenue, By Maud ABE sat In the cave, all aln His mother had gone out to some food for him, and he was impatiently awaiting her re- turn, He did not like belng left alone, but since his big brother i5had gone Into the woods for himself, Babe .ihed no one to stay with him when his gmother was absent from the cave. Babe was a fine cub bear, and if you could have ldoked in on him on the morn- “ing of which 1 write you would have thought +Bim very cunning. His body was as round 38 & butter-ball, and his coat of fine dark bair as soft as silk. His eyes sparkled with youth and mischief, and his impatience was ‘due to his wanting to get out to play. But is watchful mother had forbidden his Jeaving the cave while she was away “There is danger lurking in the woods, she had explained to Babe. “Danger, the Bort we fear, is always on the lookout for josuch creatures as we are. S0, while mamma .48 away you must stay close Indoors, or some evil might befall you." And with this warning still in his 5 "'Babe sat pouting and bemoaning the fact sthat the sun was warm and bright and the wind blowing freshly over the moun- tain side, while he, poor little cub, sat In the dark, cold cave, awaiting his mother's return. After a while Babe decided to go to the cave door and look out. There could be no possible danger In his doing that. All he wanted a touch of a sunbeam and & breath of the breeze he coveted so much. 80 he got both; and then the desire for more took possession of him. “I'll go Into the yard—where the sun pours down so warmly,” he sald. “And Tl stay close to the cave door. There can be no harm in my getting outside a few moments. 8o, into the yard he went and pretty soon he was tumbling about in the warm sun- shine, playing ball with.a round stone he found close to the cave door. He tossed the ball into the air; then he would catch At In his fat paws. Again, he would roll the ball down the side of the mountain for a few paces, rushing after and resculng it before it had time to get far away. But a: he played with the round stone—about the size of an ordinary rubber ball that boys play with—he forgot to keep close to the cave entrance d once, when the ball rolled farther o than had been his intention to let it go, he ran after it and failed to get It, for It tumbied over & littie precipitous bank on the steep mountain side. For a moment Babe watched the ball At the bottom of the mountain crevice. Then saying to himself, “Oh, what does it matter it I run round by the path and go down tho mountain side to reach the spot where my plaything has rolled? I may be dlsobeying mammambut a little thing like that is not very naughty." Once so far away from the ca Babe declded it was great sport to go out by o'nimself, and knowing that it would be sometime yet before his mother would Pesuem Boma he ran about on the moun- Bear Story of Babe the Runaway ‘Walker. tainside, making a loud noise. “Ha, ha, ha..” he cried, gaily, tossing the ball about. Just as he was thinking it time to return to the cave, a soft footfall was heard behind him, and, turning about,, Babe beheld a great tall man—a creature that was strange to him, and who fright- ened him terribly. With a little wall of fear the cub ran down the mountainside as fast as he could go, getting farther and farther away from the cave at every step. The great tall man who had frightened Babe so much followed after him, carrying a gun over his shoulder. He tried re- peatedly to get a good aim at the fleeing little bear, so that he might bring him down with & bullet; but Babe darted from one boulder to another, then behind clumps of bushes and trees, so rapldly that the hunter could not get a good chance at him, After running till almost out of breath, Babe stole a glance behind him, and, to Jee HAnovER <=3 BABE BEHELD A CREATURE THAT WAS STRANGE TO HIM. his great rellef, the horrible hunter wa: nowhere in sight. Evidently Babe had out- run him, and now he was somewhere on the mountainside, still looking for Babe, or another of Babe's kind. , And Babe, trembling in every lmb, crept behind a great mass of rocks and lay close to the damp ground. He was afrald to return home. But the longer he lay there the more uneasy he became. What would his dear mother say? What was she doing now? For surely she had returned home ere this. And 50 the hours wore away and dark- ness began to fall on the mountainside, And still the runaway Babe lay in hid- ing. And still he shook with fear and longed to be once more In his snug cave house, warm and happy, listéning to his mother's tales of her early cubhood. After a little while a slow rain began to fall. = Then Babe's agony increased. With fear and loneliness came discomfort. Ob, how foolish he had been! Oh, the (Appropriate for the last day of school entertainment.) (Scene In & boy's den. A boy sitting reading beside a table. Books and papers scattered about carelessly.) ERT (boy reading)—Well, 1 like the promptness of Jack. He told me he'd be here at o'clock. And now it's & quarter to 8 (Looks at his watch). I'll tell him that promptn is one of—— (Tap at door; then door opens and in walks Jack). Jack—Hello, Bert! Guess I'm a bit late, but I stopped down the strest to see somse fun. (SHs down astride a chair.) Bert—What was the fun that could pre- vent you from keeplhg an engagement promptly, eh? (Tosses book aside and rises and stretches his arms as If tired of study.) Jack (laughing)—Well, a crowd of boys had got that chink laundryman on a rail and was riding him about town. Gee! You should have seen the fun! Chink was holding on for dear life, and he was so frightened that his cue stood up straight. Honest injun. It was great! (Laughs loudly at remembrances.) Bert (outraged)—Do you mean to tell me that the boys of this town have been using a fellow creature In that horrible manner? Why, 1ts worse than heathenish—It's downright criminal. And~I haven't seen you since a certain thing happened yester- day. But (becomes excited) that very Chinaman, whom you call “that Chink,” saved the life of a little#girl, Mary Som- me; If 1 am right, Mary is related in some way to you. (Looks stralght at Jack, who winces.) Jack—~Why, that's news to me. I haven't heard a word about my little cousin's acci- dent. Come, tell me about it. Bert—Why, yesterday afternoon, just as your little cousin Mary was about to cross the street an automoblle came down upon her. The machine was golng at top speed— which 1s In violation of the law, of course— and Mary did not seem to have heard or seen it. And the chauffeur could not stop the auto, try as he might. In another moment Mary Sommers would have been run down, crushed to death by the great touring car, had not & most noble soul been standing on the corner at the time, and who rushed wildly to the chlld's rescue. Before anyone knew what was golng on, for the whole thing transpired so quickly, the bystander had Mary i his arms and bodfly threw both himself and the little girl to safety. They rolled over in the dust, but rolled suf- ficiently far enough away from the rush- ing auto to be unharmed. In no other way could the Chinaman have saved both him- self and your Cousin Mary. Jack (Jumping to his feet)—~Did that Chink~I mean that Chinaman-—save my little cousin’s life in that manner? Bert—He certainly did. And what is more I beheld it with my own eyes. I was half & block away from the corner. but saw the rushing auto and the thoughtless, Innocent little girl crossing in its path, all unaware SUNDAY BEE: MAY 2 . “YOU ARE A WHITER FELLOW THAN 1 YOUR STAUNCH FRIEND.” of the danger that, like a cannon ball, w coming upon her. But for the timely action of that Chink you would have been called to your| uncle's, Mr. Jack Sommers' home, today to view the remains of— ' Jack (excitedly, putting out his hands imploringly)—Stop, Bert. Stop, Oh, Ii's hor- rible. And to think that only a few min- utes ago I watched with amusement & rough crowd of wild boys misusing that poor Chinaman and did not raise a hand to help him. And—what dld my uncle do when he learned of the noble yellow man's bravery? I hope he behaved handsomely toward him. - Bert (ironically)—Oh, T haven't heard that he did anything except to inform the police of the chauffeur's driving his ma- chine above the speed limit. But it is to be hoped that he'll at least give the China- man his laundry to do. That will be the least he can do. - Jack—Honestly, old man, I feel doubly ashamed of myself for having looked on at the rude, cruel treatment of the China- man tonight. I— (Interrupted by a loud noise in the street below. Both boys rush to the window and look down.) Bert—There seems some sort of commo- tion there—a crowd of boys— Jack—'Pon my honor! IU's that gang again after the Chinaman. There he ls— coming down the street—almost even with your gate, Let's g0 to the resecue. Bert—You stay here. I'll run down and bring the fellow in. (Rushes out and im- mediately returns, folowed by & China- man). Jack (during Bert's absence)—Well, I've been & brute. (Looks from window). Ah, there, Bert has him, and is bringing him in. (Enter Bert and Chinaman). Ah, my poor fellow! (Extends his hands to the China- AM AND FROM THIS NIGHT I AM man). I have much to thank you for; also your pardon to beg for having watched that gang of ruffins handling you so cruelly to- night without raising & hand to help you. But—you are a whiter fellow than I am, and—1 have boen a coward while yeu have proven yourself a hero. Let me tell you now, that from this night I am your staunch fpfend. Bert—That's the thing to do, Jack, old fellow. I knew you were only thoughtless, not really heartless. We hear so much against our yellow brother that we go out of our way to heap outrages on his back. 1 say, we're all God's creatures, no matter what country we are born in. The Chinaman—Thankee, thankee muchee; velly nice young genmen. I-—I-I talkee no muchee Amellcan. But—(looks his grati- tude at both Bert and Jack). Velly nice genmen. Bert (laying his hand on the Chinaman's shoulder)—~You may not talk much Ameri- can, my good fellow, but you can teach many of us how to act the hero. Come, I shall accompany you to your laundry, and 1 shall also report that gang's treatment of you to the police. I guess we can do some- thing with them for their ruffian manner toward you. Do you want to come, too, Jack? Jack—Bet your boots I do, old chap, I want to make amends for my heartlessness @ little while ago. A human creature is & human creature, be he one color or an- other; and I mean to see that he has a square deal whenever I can. And—let any- one call this fine fellow a Chink in my presence again, and I'll— (Doubles up his fist and shakes his head threateringly as he follows Bert and the Chinamah out of the room). CURTAIN. (First Prize.) The Fir Tree By Clarence Siekkotter, Aged 13 Years, [ Gretna, Neb. Red Side. Once there was a fir tree who was very unhappy. It said, “Of what use am I in the very heart of a forest where nobody can seo me. All of my friends have been of some use, but I never have been any and pever will be.” But one day a man came and chopped down the tree and wrapped It up. When it was again unwrapped it saw it was in a beautiful room. There were men and women and they hung ornaments all over the tree until it was covered with them. It stood there and waited and at t there came a whole crowd of men, women and children. Then it knew it was a Christman tree. It was then glad and eaid, “I would rather be a tir tree than any other tree.” And when It was thrown out in the vard it said to itself, “I have made many people glad and I am glad myself for that is all I wanted to do."” (Second Prize.) The Story of a Leaf By Elsa McFarland, Aged 11 Years 2501 Farnam Street, Omaha. Blue Side. Oh, how happy I am today, when but last week I felt ashamed and too bashful to come out, for the other leaves laughed at penalty of disobedience! Could he but see his dear mother and his happy home once more before he died, he would ask for nothing more! Indeed, Babe really thought he must die that night. It was about § o'clock when Babe's ears caught & familiar volce calling him. It was his own dear mothe volee, and it came from a little way above the place where he was hiding. He quickly crept from his dark corner and ran up the mountainside, answering the dear call: “Here 1 am, mamma. Come down the path and meet me. 1l'm so cold and afrald! When his mother met him a few mo- ments later, Babe almost fainted of joy. The agony of his two or three hours in hiding had made kim hysterical, just like & real child. And when he felt his mother's big, warm, loving paws about his neck he cried and cried, unable to speak for quite some time. At last, when his mother had gotten him into their own dry, cosy cave sgain, he was able to speak, and to tell of his disobedience, and of his punishment on acoount of it “Ah, my son," saild Mamma Bear, “you see what disobedience costs one, don't you? Suppose the hunter had wounded or killed you—as 1 often the case with disobedient cubs—how could you ever have explained your conduct to me and asked my forgive- nees? Ah, if only cubs knew that the warnings given them by their experienced parents are of the greatest value, they would be more obedlent. Every little while we learn of a lost cub on the mountain- side, and, of course, the poor little creature has fallen a prey to some wicked hunter, or been so fatally wounded that he has crept off Into some hole and dled in his agony, without & mother's loving Now, my son, I hope you'll nmever this day’s lesson." “Oh, mamma, I shall never so much as put my head from the are away,” declared Babe. very naughty to go out to play’in the sun- shine, since the woods are so full of dan- ger, and I 50 young and Inexperienced. But I suffered the penaity of my wrong- doing, and never will I forget the agony care. torget of that time spent in hiding behind those cold wet rocks, nor the feeling of fear that selzed me when I saw that awful hunter with his gun pointed at me. O, it was s0 terrible. And I thought I would never see you again, my good forglving mother. And Babe fell to crying softly. But his dear old mother put a loving paw about his neck and said: “Come, dearest chila, and have some supper. Here is some fresh honey—the sweetest you ever ate. And I have forgiven you for your digob- edience, and know that you are sincerely sorry for having been naughty during my absence. And more than that, my son, I feel somewhat responsible for your conduct today, for 1 should not have left you alone. After this I shall have you accompany me on my journeys after food, for it will af- ford you pleasure, myself good company, and I shall be teaching you how to be self-supporing; and then it anything should happen to me, you will know how to take g00d care of yourself.” And then the two sat down to supper, and they enjoyed the meal so much, for it was very sweet to be together in their #nug cave again, and to feel so safe there. And after their supper some neighbors came in—a dear old bear and his wife and young daughter—and they spent a very enjoyable evening. And Babe told with much feeling his larrow escape from being shot dead, and admitted that he had been rightly punished for his running away. “Al, my son,” sald old Mr. Bear, shak- ing his head knowingly, “If all disobe- dlent cubs would come off as easily as you 4id! But most of them never return to tell the tale. It is to be hoped that you will take the trouble to relate your exper- jences to the other wild young cubs in the nelghborhood, that they may profit from your experie “1 certainly shall," promised Babe ear- nestly. And he spoke from his very heart, for he hoped sincerely that no other cub would act as he had acted that day, and that no other cub would run so close to a gun as he had run, for in nine cases out of ten the runaway cubs would fare worse than he had fared. He had been spared in & most miraculous way RULES FOR YOUNG WRITERS 1. Write plainly on one side of the paper only and number the pages. 8. Use pen and ink, not pencil 3. Short and pointed articles will be given preference. Do not use over 850 words. 4. Original stories or letters only will be used. rite your name, sage and ad- dress at the top of the first page. Pirst 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, me, as they danced on their bright green stems, as I had not yet opened thoroughly and was almost hidden away. The other leaves had thrown off thelr winter jackets, but I had not slipped out of mine yet. But one night a dreadful storm arose and the wind howled and whistled around the cor- ners of the houses. And Jack Frost crept stealthily around and kissed each little leaf and they crawled up and withered, but, as I was 5o small, he passed by me and I was saved, and remained alive during the storm. Oh, how glad I was, not to have thrown off my winter cloak. And now, while spring 1s heré again I have thrown off my winter jacket and I am & beautiful, bright, green leaf. I have learned a lesson that many people have to learn yet, and that is patience. (Honorable Mention.) The Last Witch By Fred Borry, ex-king, aged 13 years, Carneyville, Wyo. Red Side, About 80 years ago there lived in the Big Horn mountains a witch named “Sel- dom Seen.” Like all witches she was very wicked. 1f any animal, bird or per- son got in her way it would be turned into some lmage on the spot. It happened one day while she was very cross that a band of hunters camped near her den. There were six in all. The fol- lowing morning the hunters set off to hunt for deer. The wicked witch had not noticed their camp till the happy hunters were away. She wandered around the camp all day walting for the hunters to return to the camp. Night began to float over the land, and finally she saw in the dusk one of the hunters return- ing from the hunting grounds with a deer on his back. She hid behind & big pine tree and waited for him to come past the tree. He was coming closer and closer until he was about three feet from her. She held out her arms and uttered a few magic words and the hunter was turned to stone. The deer and the gun he held in his hands were also turned to stone. If you ever visit the Big Horn mountains you can see the image to this day A Paper I;Ia—kmg Wasp By Helen Verrill, Aged 13 years, Queen Bee, The Strehlow No. 1. Omaha, Neb., Blue BSide. The paper making wasp Is very pretty 1t you will look at one real closely you will see It has a very tiny walst. It looks as if it had been pinched, and it hag a very long tall The paper making wasp lives In the garden and bullds its nest in a tall bush The wasp then makes its nest and when all the cells are done It puls an egg In each cell, and covers them over with & thin paper lke plaster. If a cell lsn't large enough the wasp cuts it up, masti- cates it and makes & bigger one. When the eggs hatch the grubs must be fed They then turn te & pupae and spin them- selves up In the cells and when they have slept long enough they bite or eat their way out. When they come out they are full grown wasps. The wasps eat flfes, s0 you see they do some good. So 1 think they ought to be eat the fru but not us. 1 hope you will all wish I knew mere about protected. They enough to bother like this story. I them. Farewell Letter from an Ex- Queen of the Busy Bees Mount Carroll, 111, April 1 1910, My Dear Editor and Busy Bees: This is a fare- well lotter, for 1 have passed tie age lmit and never again will haye the chance of 1ooking forward and wohdering what the prize book will be and eagerly wadching to see It “'my story 18 in this week.” I am awfully sorry, for 1 fell quite strange to think I can no longer write and am not a Busy Bee any longer. It Is v lovely here just now. Our campus is very pretty, especially near the golf links. The girls have been after flowers almost every night and such pretty ones as they bring back. The violets are very pretty just now. I spent my spring vacation in Chicago ' with my cousin and had a very nice time. Our school Is out June get home about June 1 a few days In Chicago. and oratory as speclals and soon our ora- tory play, “The Rivals" comes off. 1 am Mrs. Malaprop. ‘ Well, I must close now and study geom- atry, the burden of my life. Believe me, I'm a Busy Bee stlll In spirit. RUTH ASHLEY, R. F. D, Mount Carroll, Ill. Prince George By Margaret Kelly, Aged 13 years, Exeter, Neb., Red Side. One time, long ago, there lived a prince named George. As the people told him he was a handsome prince It made him very, very proud. One day as he was sitting In his satin chair there came into the room an old witch who ask him for something to eat. 8he was very ugly. She had a glass eye, & crooked nose, a large mouth, that when she laughed It stretched almost back to her big ears. The handsome prince sald to her. “Why should a handsome prince like me give any food to an ugly thing like you; all my food is of the very best.” The old witch sald to him in an angry tone: “As you think you are so beautiful and cannot give me a single bite of your fine food you shall be changed to & snaki and get your food the best you ecan. Having said this she waved her magle wand and he became an ugly snake. When Wwinter came the ugly snake died and that w the last of him. Marie’s Visit to Fairyland By Pauline Edwards, Aged 13 Years, Fre- mont, Neb. Red Side. Marie was a little orphan girl who sold papers for a living, for her mother and father were dead. One winter night she was wondering where she would sleep, when a Snow Falry came to her and asked if she wanted to g0 to Falryland. Marie was so surprised to have anyone ask a question like that that she hardly knew what to do. She finally sald yes, and the fairy called her & but I expect to as 1 want to visit 1 am taking music “snow birds” and she helped Marle into her charfot and they started. They rode through great white clouds, until they came to a large star. “This I3 fairyland,” said the fairy, Marle did not answer, she was 80 interested that I don't belleve she heard what the fairy sald. At last they reached the palace and stopped. The fairy took Marie to thé queen and told her whom she was. The queen told the fairy to take Marle out in the garden to look around. Marie saw her father and mother, who had died when she was 3 years old and she stayed with them ever after, for she was seen no more on earth. Her cold, stiff body was found where she had first met the fairy. Helen's Surprise Party By Goldie Truesdell, Aged 10 Years, mont, Neb. Blue Side. Helen was sitting on the porch reading, when she looked up and saw several of her playmates passing. She was ‘just thinking about them when her mamma came to the door and sald: “Helen, I am going to go over to Auntie's. Do you® want to go, too? If you do, put on your new pink dress and you may go, if you hurry.” Helen was soon putting on her pink dress and was starting. reached Fre- Aunt When they Ella’s house there were all those same children Helen had seen before. \ She was so shocked to see and hear so many children shout: “Hurrah, for Helen's birthday,” that she fainted. For a while she lay unconscious, but she soon recovered and was able to joih the other children in their play. By and by luncheon was served. In the center of the table was a large cake with “Helen” in brown sugar frosting. Around the sides were eleven candles. After luncheon they told stories and played games, Then another small luncheon was served and all went home with happy hearts. “Mother," said Helen, “I had a very pleasant time and I wish to thank you and Aunt Ella for all the work it has made you." Conundrums. By Dorothy A. Darlow, Aged 10 Years, 208 South Thirty-sixth 'Street, Omaha. Biue Side. What flowers are there between a lady's nose and chin? Two lips What contains more feet in winter than in summer? A skating rink. If you bite a man's nose off what are you bound to do? Keep the plece. Why are clouds like coachmen? Be- cause they hold the rains. What 18 that Which never asks questions, yet requires many answe The door Kknocker. What relation Is the doormat to the door- p? A step-farther What Is the very best and cheapest light especially for painters? Daylight What sort of tune do we all enjoy the most? For-tune, made up of bank-notes Where should you feel for the poor? In your to be sure How the !‘irst. O;ored Man Was pocket Made By Edna Rohrs, Aged 13 Years, 2112 Locust Street, Omaha, Neb. Red Side This Is the story as told by am old colored uncle. Once upon a time the Lord wanted to make another man, so he took some clay afid made him and set him up against a | The Big Back Yard | THE big back yard, 'Neath a spreading trec, Ned, Polly and May-— Dear, sweet, happy three! Go to play each day In a huge pile of sand They dig ponds and rivers, And bulld mountains grand. And when evening falls They level it o'er, So when morning comes It is ready once more For digging and bullding, 'Neath the spreading tree, Ned, Polly and May Are a most happy three! gate post in the sun to dry. a Then he wen, y and forgot all about him, And the sun scorched down hotter and hotter on the man, He knew he was burn- ing, but could not do anything. By and by he went to sleep. When he woke up it was dark. Then the Lord came back and found his man was burnt black all over. And that was the way the first colored man was made. Two Bills By Howard Ohman, Aged 10 years, 1042 South 2§th St.,, Omaha, Neb., Red Side. One day Johnny saw his mother pay some blll‘ and he thought, why can't [ send In a bill too? and get some money. 80 he wrote out a bill llke this:i— For carrying in wood Carrying water Taking care of the baby Going to the store And being a good boy 60 ¢ £ 500 250 Total L85 Then he gave it to his mother, The next morning his mother gave him $1.85 and Johnny put it in his pocket. But his mother aleo gave him one bill which read like thi For taking care of Johnny 10 years For board and room For mending his clothes For staying up at night with him when sick For being a good mother to him L] 0 L 0 0 Total ‘When Johnny read this he took the money out of his pocket and gave it to his mother and threw his arms around her neck and cried and asked her to forgive him for being so thoughtless, and mother forgave him. Kitty’'s Reward By Helen Si rtes, Sidney, Ne BoGrhN La By Helen Aged 12 years. Red Side, to be very good to- Stourtes, sid- ney, Neb,, “I want my Kitty day “Yes, mamma, I shall try.” You know papa wants to have our por- traits painted, and our friend Mr. Layton is ready to begin painting this morning. 1t you sit very, very still, I shall give you & new doll. “Oh, 1 love dolls! I wont move one bit, and 1 shall have another doll to keep old Maggle company.” Look mamma it she was listening. J Mr. Layton told Kitty such funny stori that she quite enjoyed having her por- trait painted as soon as he had finished, her mamma took her to buy a doll. Kitty named her “Alleen” and was very proud of her, but “Maggie' still remained to Kitty “the prettiest doll in the world / Tricks at School Venice Sue Ch hill, Villisca, Red Side. One day I made a trip to school, imply for fun—Not break the rule, o law was there against a trick,) With tricks my head was filled up thicks She sits on the sofa as By Ty o One day 1 found a little snake Out In the bushes by the lake, Into the teacher's desk it went, My heart, now, with suspense was renty For soon T knew she'd need a book, And lo! she did, then, what & look! 'Twas no surprise to us at all Until we saw her and fall, snake away to say Soon some one took the And not a word had I Alas me! 1 was sent away On the very, very next I Rebus day. A I L T ! |