Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, June 5, 1910, Page 22

THE OMAHA SUNDAY BEE: JUNE 5, 1010, HERE are our little naturalis Only a few stories have been sent in recently about trees, flowers, birds, Insects and subjects of that kind, which interest both boys and girls. Most of the Bifsy Bees enjoy fairy stories and several of these have been sent in for the Children's page. The editor wishes to compliment the little writers for remembering all the rules so well; it has been several weeks since a story has been written on both sides of the page, and, therefore, sent to the waste basket, and nearly all of the children remember to write their ages and addresses plainly on the storfes. Prizes were awarded this week to Helen Verrill, Queen Bee of the Blue side, and to Helen Btowitts, on the Red side. Honorable mention was given to Mildred Voight, also on the Red side. Any of the Busy Bees may send cards to anyone whose name 18 on the Postcard Exchange, which now includes: vesn Le Long, Aiusworth, Neb. drene McCoy, Burnsion, Neb. Lilun aiervin, peaver City, Neb. Mavel itt, Heunington, Neb. Anna Gotisch, benuingion, Neb. Minnle Gottsch, Benniugton, Neb. Agnes Lumpke, bsenson, Neb. Murie Gulagner, Senkeiman, Neb. (Box 12). laa May, Central City, Neb. Yera Cheney, Creighton, iveb. Lows Hubu, 'Duvia City, Neb. Khew reiosll, Dorchester, Neb. Aleds Bennett, kKigin, Neb. Funice Lods, Fuiis City, Neb. thel Heed, Fremont, Neb. uide Lundburg, Mremont, Neb. ari0n Cupps, Gibson, Neb. arguerite Hurtnoiomew, Gothenbur, Ds VoS, 41 \vest Charies otree, Grand island, N Lyaia Koth, w6 West Koenig street, Grand island, Neb. Eila Voss, Wi West Charles street, Grand lsland, Neb. lrene Uosteilo, 115 West Eighth street, Grand Jsiand, Nel lessle Crawford, 4% West Charles stroet, Grand island, Neb. suline deuuite, Leadwood, 8. D, arthe Murphy, ¥4 MKesi Ninth streey, . Grand Isiand, Neb: Hugh Rutt, Leshara, Neb. Hester K. 1tutt, Leshara, Neb. Alice Temple, Lexington, Neb. Kuth Temple, Lexingion, Neb. Anna Nellson, Lexington, Neb. e krdts, Luxingion, Neb. arjorie Tem, Lexington, Neb. Grassmeyer, 1646 C ¥t, Lincoln, u Mwmilion, 39 L St, Lincoin, Hamilton, 2@ Lancoln, Di L street, Lincoin, 3. street, Lincoin, Neb. #8 Bouth Kifieenth street, Alice Ma, 708 East Second street, Fremont, N Helen Johnson, 334 South street, Lincoln, Neb. 24 North Sixteenth street, tlles, Lyons, Neb. Estelle McDonald, Lyor Miiton Selzer, Nebraska 3 Harry Crawford, Nebraska City, Neb. Haryey Crawford, Nebraska City, Neb. Lucils en, Norfolk, Neb. Helen Reynolds, Norfolk, Neb. Letha Larkin, Ho. Bixth St, Norfolk, Neb. Emma Marquardt, Fifth street and Madi- socvieve M. Jonss ‘North Lo vieve ones, Nor up, 5 lillam Davis, @i West Third screet, North Platte, Neb. Louise Kaabe, 0y North Nineteenth ave- nue, ( maha. Frances Johngon, 98 North Twenty-fifth avenu . Marguerite Johnson, 98 North Twenty- fifth avenue, Omaha. Emile Brown, 282 Boulevard, Omaha. Helen Goodrich, 4010 Nicholas St., Omaha Mary Brows, X328 Boulevard, Omaha, xve Hendes, 42 Douge street, Omaha. Liliian_ Wirt, 458 Cass street, Omaha. wis Poff, 3115 Franklin street, Omaha. uanita Innes, ey kort street, Omaha. Bassett Ruf, 184 Binney street, Omaha. Me; Cohn, 846 Georgla avenue, Omaba. Hi jeventeenth F. Douglas, 1981 G Street, Lincoln. Ada Marris, 3424 Franklin street, Omaha. Myrtle Jensen, 2009 Izard street, Omaha. Orrin Fisher, 1210 S. Eleventh St., Omaha. Mildred Erickson, 2109 Howard 8t., Omaha, Qscar Brickson, 2109 Howard St.” Omaha. Gail Howard, 4722 Capitol avenus Helen Houck, 1625 JLothrop streel Bmerson Goodrich, 4010 Nichol Johnson, 1027 Locust son, 1124 North Forti Wilma Howard, 4722 Cipitol avenus, O Hilah Fisher, 1210 South Eleventh, O Miidred Jensen, 2707 Leavenwortl BEdna Heden, 2189 Chicago stree Mabel Sheifeit, 4914 North Twenty-fifth Omabha. 2405 North Twentleth Johnson, Omaha. Bmma Carruthers, 3211 North Twenty-titth street, Omaha. Leonora Denison, The Albion, Tenth and Paclfic streets, Omaha. Mae Hammond, O'Neill, Neb. Madge L. Daniels, Ord, Neb. Zola Beddeo, Orle X Agnes Richmond., Orleans, Marie Fieming, Uscevia, Neb Woods, Pawnee City, Earl Perkins, Reddington, Neb. Edna Enis, Stanton, eb. Peterson, 2211 Locust St., E. Omaha. Ina Carney, Sutton, Cl county, Nebraska, Clara Mlilier, Utica, Neb. Mildred F. Jjones, North Lonp, Neh Alta Wilken, Waco, Nel Leo Beckord, Waro, Neb. Mae Grunke, West Point, Neb, Elsie Stasny, Wilber, Nel Frederick Ware, Winside Neb. Pauline Parks, York, N Bdna Behling, York, Neb. Mary Frederick, York, Neb, Currie B. Bartlet, Fontanelle, la. irene Reynolds, Little Sioux, fa. Ethel Mulholland, Box i1, Malvern, la Eleanor Mellor, Malvern. la. Katherine Mellor, Malvern, Ia. Ruth Robertson, Manilla, la. Mildred Robertson, Manilla, Ia. M et B. Witherow, Thurman, Ia Bertha McEvoy, R. F. D. 3, Box %, Mis- Henry L. Workinger, 252 W. Huron Street, Chicago. Adlena Sorry, Monarch, Wyo. Box 8. ¥red Sorry, Monarch, Wyo. Pearl Barron, Monarch, Wyo. Jonn Barron, Monarch, Wyv. Edith Amend, Sheridan, Wyo. Pauline Squire, Grand, Okl ¥red Shelley,’ 2 Troup street, Kansas City, Mo. leyy Mcintosh, Sidney, Neb. Nellie DLiedrick, Sid Neb. Hunice Wright, 68 North Logan sured, ¥Fremont, Neb. Carol Simpson, Wiiber, Neb. Haug, 3. \West Seventeenth bireet, Neb. , Silver City, Ia. Gicastor, 018" Sherman avenue, Dorothy Telleson, 4346 North Thirty-eighth street, Umaha. Mabel Baker, Lander, Wyo. Corinne Allison Robertson, Wilber, Neb. Elzabeth Wright, 1322 South Thirty-fifth avenue, Omaha. Tom Grayson By William OM was so busily engaged in his garden, weeding a bed of onions, that he did not hear FPaul Thomas calling out to him till his name had been repeated three times. Then, stopping his work for & moment, he looked around and saw Paul standing beside the garden gate. “Hello, Paul!" he called out. ‘“‘What's up with you this fine morning? Haven't you any work to d “I'm supposed to be at work this min- ute,” explained Paul. ‘Bfit—say, 1 just hate to work on such a morning. 1f 1 g0 to school for nine months of the year, I don't think 1 should be put to work during the remaining three months. IUs down- right wrong." Fs “I don't agree with you," sald Tom. “1 consider it our duty to try to repay our parents in some way for our nine ruonths of schooling. And there's no simpler way to do It than to-work in the garden of mornings. 1 have every afternoon to my- self, it 1 want it. 1 work from 8 il 1. That keeps the garden In fine shape and leaves plenty of time for me to go fishing or swimming in the afternoons.” T1uBut you help with the evening chores, “don't you” asked Paul. “I have to fecd ahe horses and the chickens and get in Xindling wood for the cook. And it's 00 much. Tom laughed. “Why, a few evening ‘chores amount to nothing. And the work Qn the garden is splendid exerclse. Better than boxing and tumbling and vaulting. It brings every muscle into play, besides helping to produce good things to eat. "Look at my garden. Isn't .it in great “shape? We have all the green stuff we swant.” o-"Yes, it looks pretty good,” confedved Paul reluctantly, He felt a twinge of ame as he thought of his own garden &t home. Weeds were thick In it, and only that morning his mother had asked him to work In her cabbage patch for an hour, “Between the weeds and the worms my ‘cabbages are going to ruin,” she had com- plained. “And 1 have so fiuch in the ‘house to do that I just can't get out (o the gerden.” But instead of golng to work with & hoe, Paul had idty walked over to the Watsons to watch Tom at his work. I wish 1 had a pony like Fred West's," id Paul. “If I had one, I'd ride all over the country, exploring every creck and blll. Gee, why can’t 1 have things like o many other boys?’ “You don't stop to consider how rich Fred West's father 15" sald Paul. “Be- sides, Fred isn't above work. He is as busy In his father's store during the vaca tion as I am in my father's garden and barnysrd. If you want & pony—and your father can't afford to buy one for you— why don't you buckle down to work and earn the money for yourselt?" “Other boys have things they don't have to work for,” complained Paul. "I'd wear myself out trylng to earn enough money to buy & pony, Why, I might work all summer, and still not have enough to buy one." “Well, if you had worked all last sum- mer and saved your earnings, and worked agaln in the winter of evenings—as I do— and agaln this summer, you'd have quite enough to buy a pony,” sald Tom. “I have #%0 11 the bank, and although 1 offered It to mother the other day—for she was needing L and His Luck ‘Wallace, Jr. some extra money for the house—she wouldn't touch it, for she has quite made up her mind that 1 am to have a riding pony this fall. She' promised me half of all we make on the strawberry patch, and that will be considerable, for last week we 50l §14 worth of berries to one grocery- man and $ worth to private customers And the vines are still bearing. Then, mother Is always generous with me out of the garden proceeds. You see, while you are idle 1. am making money. And, I must get to work now. I have played long enough, leaning on my hoe. Ta, ta, Paul, til after dinner. Then, If you are still idle, ygu may go fishing with me. I am selling my fish—all that mother doesn't want for our table—in the market down- town. Old Mr. Akens glves me a very &ood price. “Oh, you'll be a regular money grubber before you are old eomugh to vote,” sald Paul in a disgusted tone. Then he turned and ambled leisurely away, whistling. “Well, I'll have something to begin lite on by the time 1 am of voting age,” sald Tom to himself. “And during that time I shall not be a burden on dad. Poor old dad has his hands quite full as it is. I'm happy to be able to help him a bit Then Tom fell to hoeng vigorously, and when his mother called to him to come in and rest @ bit before dinner, he was proud to see that not a weed remained in the big onfon patch. After dinner, instead of going fishing, s he had planned, he decided to set out @ new strawberry bed, for & cloud shaded the sky, which made the time most convenient for such work. So, it was quite 4 o'clock when he took his fishing rod over his shoulder and went merrily off toward the big fishing pond half a mile away. But as Tom passed Paul's house, he saw him lying in the hammock under the tr fast asieep. When he called out to him, asking it he wanted to go to the pond for a couple of hours. Paul yawned and re- plied: “Oh, it's too late to go now." Then he turned over and wasted the remainder of the afternoon in lazy cat-napping. A bit after 6 o'clock Tom returned with a 1. Write plainly one side of the mmul--’-‘*mn’.&. 8. your nam and ad- dress at m“tfi"l‘.‘l‘im Firet and second prises of books will be given for the best two ocon- tributions to this page each week. Address all communications to OKILDREN'S DEPARTMENT, Omaba Bee. (First Prize.) Story of the Weeping Willow By Helen Verrill, Queen Bee, Aged 13 Years, The Strehlow, No. 19, Omaha, Neb. Blue Side. Long years ago when weeping willows were like other trees and the weather bitter cold, some birds that were still very young and had got lost came to the willow and ked permission to build their nests in its boughs that they might be pro- tected from the cold, but the willow would not consent and sent the poor birds out In the cold. The birds flew as fast as they could and when thdy came to the pine tree, the pine tree said: “Why certainly, you may make your nests hera and stay as long as you want t0,” #0 the birds began to build their nests. Now it happened that the willow and the pine were the only trees green through the winter, and so when the fairies heard the willow refuse the birds a home they decided to punish it; they thought and thought. Finally the queen falry said: “Let's cast a spell over the willow that will make it so ashamed that it won't hold up its head again, but ' will droop and weep forever.” And so it was that the willow felt ashamed and wept on forever. But the fairies made the pine tree very happy. (Becond Prize.) Oharlie’s Strange Dream By Helen Stourtis, Aged 11 Years, Siuney, Neb. Red Side. | One day, after playing all the afternoon, as he was too fond of doing, Charlie sat in a chalr with his lesson book in his hands, and, belmg vtry tired, -he fell asleep, and the nhe had a strange dream. “This way to playland,” sald a merry volce. Charlie looked around and close by his side stood a little girl, holding out one hand toward him as though to lead him, and pointing behind her with the other. So Charlie took her hand with a smile, and away they went hand in hand. In a minute or two they came In sight of a lawn on which were gathered a pretty group. A fairy with @ crown on her head and a wnnd\ In her hapd, and attended by other fairies with wands also, was speaking to two boye and a girl in front of her, and pointing to three boys behind her, she id: These who ever loved to play Working never all the day, They must now play, dance and sing Till they' tired of everything; Till they long, and long in vain To get back to work again. With & start Oharlie woke, and—well, he went on with his lessons at once. (Honorable Mention.) Caught by the Tide. Mildred F. Voigt, Aged 10 Years, Davenport, Nob. Red side. One morning Robert took his sister to the rocks by the seashore. They found a cave, and spent a long time in its dark nooks and corners. While they were In the cave the tide rose till the water reached the entrance. “On!" salu Robert. this cave before night, If we could climb to some rock, where the tide would not reach us, we might wait until it goes down, but we would be cold and hungry i we have to walt until night” “We must try to let people know Where we are, said Dorothy. They will miss us at home. After a while Dorothy thought of a real good plan. Then she took her hat and threw it as far as she could out into the water, but the tide rolled it back. Then she took Robert's hat and threw it as far as she could. Each time the tide would bring the hat back. She kept throwing the hats till at last an old fisherman saw them. He rowed until he came to the hats, and was ready to pick them up, when the children saw him and shouted for aep. When the ghildren were safe in the boat they told him the story. When they got home and told their mother how they escaped from the tide, she said, “Dorothy was a brave girl. In- stead of sitting down to cry, she thought of a way of getting out of the cave Loretta and the Fairy By Hazel Stanwood, Aged 12 Years, Seward, Neb. Red Side. Loretta was watching it rain, for it was raining very hard that day. Loretta had played with her doll until she was quite tired. She had tried to read, but she could not get interested and, besides, it made her head ache. As sha watched it rain, one of the drops of rain struck the window pane, as soon as it touched the pane it became a fairy. The fairy asked Loretta what she wished to do most? Loretta thought some time and then said she had tried and tried to write a story for the “Busy Bees' Page” in The Omaha Sunday bsee, but could not write one well enough to send Iu, so she asked the fairy to help her. The fairy sald that she could not help her then, but she would help her some other time. That very afternoon Loretta started a story and all the time the fairy guided her pen though Loretta did not know it After she had finished the story she sent it to The Omaha Sunday Bee and got tirst prize. By “The tide will fill The Accident Landon, Aged 10 Years, vern, Ia. Blue Side. One fine day Lucy, Mary, Carl and Harry went Into the woods to gather flowers. Thelr mother had told them to come back By.lda M, Mal- e —— ] fine string of fish, from which he gave his mother her choice for supper. The remainder he took to the market and sold for a dollar. As he passed the Thoma home he saw Paul just getting out of the hammock in answer to his mother's call to supper. “I'm a dollar to the good cried out Tom. And he held up two silver halves tor Paul to see. “That's better than sleep- ing In & hammock all afternoon, lsn't it?" And he laughed good-naturedly. “Oh, you'll work all summer and in the fall you'll have no more ahead than I shall have doing nothing.” But Paul's words did not come true, for long before the fall—for it happened in June—Tom's father came home from his place of business one evening with a bit of information for his industrious son. “Say, Tommy, old man Perkins wants to 1l that fine little riding mare of his. And he names a ridiculously low figure for her, The saddle is to go Into the bargain; also a good bridl ‘Wonder if I might get her?" questioned Tom, eageriy. “We could make good use of her, for she's young and well bullt, and later on we might get & little phaeton for mother to enjoy.” “That's just what I was thinking,” said the elder Watson. ‘‘You have upward of $50, haven't you? Well, I'll add the re- mainder and we'll get the mare at once. In a couple of months we'll get the phae- ton. What say you?' “Well; dad, I have close to fifty id Tom. “I have thirty in the bank and my half the profits from the strawberry patch, which after the season’s yleld, will amount to something like $20. “All right, tomorrow we'll close the bar- galn with old Mr. Perkin: ald Mr. Wat- ®on. “And it is a bargain, too, for the old gentleman is anxious to sell off his horss at most any price. The next afternoon Tom, perched astride the fine riding mare, galloped up to the home of the Thomases. Pdul was in the yard, and as he saw Tom coming on the back of so fine an animal, he cried out “'Gee! she's & beaut. Whose is she?" “Mine,”” explained Tom. Then he told how he and his father had bought her, Jjointly. “But,” he went on, “I mean to ‘pay dad back every cent he put in on the deal, for he Insists the mare is mine.” “Your own mare!” And Paul looked dumbfounded. “Land alive, but you have luck!" “Luck?’ And Tom laughed. “Why, luck had nothing to do with my owning the mare. Hard work bought her; hard work, do you understand? And if it means luck to you—well, you'd better get some luck. It will never come to you while You pass your long afternoons in the ham- mock, sleeping and dreaming.” Then, turning his horse's head, Tom rode home as happy as a good, Industrious, helptul boy could be. “I reckon he's right,” sald Paul, look- ing afier Tom's disappearing tigure. “Guess I'll have to buckle down to hard work if I would get a pony. Guess luck only comes with etfort, after all. Well, it Is never too late to mend. And that cabbage patch needs me this minute. And Paul, made richer from Tom's ex- ample, went off to the garden to work, and to work with & new energy and de- termination. “YOUR OWN MARE? LAND ALIVE, BUT YOU HAVE LUCK!" 8 s o at 4 o'clock. Lucy, who was the ecldest, Was told to take care of Mary and Harry, who were twins. Mary saw & water lily, but It was too far out in the water. While she was trying to get It she fell into the water. Mary gave & little seream. Lucy came running and called Carl, who pulled her out. They hurried home. When on the way home there came up a storm. When they got home their mother told them they had stayed too long. But they told her that they had been lost in thd storm. She then told them to go dry themselves by the fire The next moroing they all had a cold. When they got well it was time for school to begin in the fall How Children Help: or a Great Mistake Madeleine Cohn, Aged 9 Years, Park Avenue, Omaha. Red Side “When will I ever get a house in this condition put to rights?’ sald Mrs, Moore, coming home from downtown. “What a bother children are! The nursery is their place, but they hardly ever stay there. The little things don't mean to be naughty, but all children are alike. No, my children are not so little, for Gladys will be 10 In December, and William Is Mary s &, and, well, Harry Is 8 and has a right to play. My, what a racket they are mak- ing. I must see what they are doing now, she sald, going upstairs. “At last I'm up, she said, with a sigh, at the same time opening the nursery door. "My dear chil- dren what have you been doing to upset the house so terribly?”’ she said. “In our play, 1 suppos said Mary. “Well, I'm invited out this afternoon and I won't have time to clean it up. Now, all of you come to dinner.” When dinner was over the children went up to the play room and put their toys away. By the time the toys were in thel place Mrs. Mcore was gone. Then all fouy children went through the house, getting the toys that were lylng around and put- ting them In thelr place. Then Mary and Harry picked up the scraps from the floor, while Gladys dusted the furniture and Willlam put the furni- tuge In its place. When all was finished they saw they e dirty, so Gladys took them and washed and dressed them. Then they went on the porch and Gladys read this story: ‘‘Once there was a little girl named Ruth, who was very fond of candy, but her tavorite fudge. One very hot day her mother sald to her, ‘Ruth, please go ta the store for some brown sugar.' “‘I won't go an such a hot d sald Ruth, so Mrs. Cook went herself, got the sugar and made fudge, but Ruth never got & bit, and I think this taught her a lesson. “You see, you must never disobey nor say ‘I won't, for far worse things than that happen by dolng either one of those thin, Oh, here comes mother. Let's go meet her,” and so they did. As Mrs. Moore entered the door and glanced at the dif- ferent rooms she said, My dear children, how could you have done this? It was a Breat mistake when I sald that children were a bother, for they have shown me that they can be a great help.” The Boy Policeman By Arthur Miller, Aged 13 'Years, 3125 Magon street, Omaha, Neb. Red side. Once there was a boy, who lived In a great city with his mother and father on the first floor of a flat. His name was Phillp and he was a nice boy. But up stairs there was a bad boy named How- ard, One day as Philip was playing in his front yard dressed in his policeman suit, Howard came out of the door laughing at Philip and called him names, which he did not like. But he didn't say anything. The next night when Philip was sitting on his front porch alone, he heard some- body round in the back yard. He went into the house and got his father's revolver and went to see what was the matter, he scon found out that they were robbers. So he sneaked out and held them up. Phillp was not afrald; he just led them to the policeman on the corner and he put them ip handcuffs and took them to Jail. Philip went home and told his mother all about it. Then he went up stairs to Howard and made him bég his pardon tor calling him nam ] . Robert’s and Nell's Snow Man Grace Taylor, Aged 6 Years, Elsie, Br. Qo R ide. It was February 17, and snowing hard. Robert sat by the window reading, when he heard someone calling, “Robert, Robert, come and help me make a snow-man.” 1t Robert's sister Nell calling him, 11 right, I will come Nell,” said Robert as he got his coat apd cap. When the snowman was finished they put an old hat on the snowman and & cane in hie band. “It looks like a real man,” cried Nell, “only it can't walk.”" “Its standing still,” sald Robert, “it don't need to walk.” They called their mother out to see it, and she said it was very fice. Conundrums By Dorothy Darlow, Aged 10 Years, 28 Bouth Thirty-sixth street, Omahe. Blue Side. Whiat {s the oldest tree in America? The elder tree. Where did you go on your tenth birth- day. In your eleventh, to be sure. Why is the letter “p" like a Roman em- peror? Because it's Nero (near o). Which travels fastest, heat or cdld? Heat, because we can easily catch cold What is that which everyone can divide but no one can see where it ls divided? Water. What vegetable does a lady’ semble? The scarlet runner. Mary and Her Dog, Carlo By Clara Roepker, Aged 13, Grand Island, Neb. Red Side. Little Mary and her great black New- foundland dog, Carlo, were a very fa- millar pleture to me. I often stapped to look &t them as they ran about the yard. If it was & warm afternoon they would lay asleep under the large evergreen trees, Mary's light curls made a lovely contrast to Carlo's shaggy black coat. His loving gentleness made him seem as good as he was handsome. Little Mary had a naughty habit of running away from home, and when she dld Carle would not leave her for a moment. He seemed to try to get her home again. He ran before her, keep- fng her from getting off the walks and trylng to coax her to turn about. Some- times he would succeed, and then I would hear his joyful bark when he saw her once more safely in the yard. If he could nmot get her home he would never desert her. When she was tired out she laid her curly head against Carlo's neck, ready to go wherever he led, and then, wyou may be sure, he led her home just By 1302 tongue re- The Purple Banner A Base Ball Story. By Willlam Davis, ex-King, aged 10 vears, 221 West Third and Sycamore Strets, North Platte, Neb. Red Side. “Oh shucks,” muttered Tom Sliver as as straight ms he could go. One day when I came out of the gate Cario met me, barking and jumping about in a most anxlous manner. He ran a little way and then came back to me as if coaxing me to follow him. I thought him too wise a dog to, be mistaken, 80 I followed him, though a little slowly. He seemed to notice this and to beg me to hasten. In a moment more I saw dear little Mary toddling along the railroad track. I felt sure that the dog's quick ears must have heard the train, which was coming around the curve 1 hurried fast enough, I can tell you. Carlo had never before allowed me to plck her up even for & moment; now he seemed fairly wild with joy when I caught her In my arms. He led me home in & perfect dance of delight. After that I was a privileged friend, for Carlo never forgot that morning. To the day of his death he thanked me in his mute, loving way every time he saw me. Jack Frost By Florence Whitaker, 1806 Spencer Street, Omaha, Neb. 1t was a chilly day in May, and Jack Frost was almost dead, when he heard his mother say, "Now you run out and play before your playmates come back." The, tlowers were in bloom and they could hear Jack Frost coming and they were very much afraid. For they said, “We wili die now.” First he came to the tullp, and she began to cry and get so cold that she fell right over and died. Then Jack Frost went to the snowballs, and they were so pretty and white he thought he would like to set on them for he liked snowballs. He was surprised to find that they drop- ped their heads and died. The sun began to come out aMl Jack The Steed And be can gallop all the day long; He never tires, no, not he! And he can carry two or three! HE 18 a steed so swift and strong Bometimes young Freddie, on his back, Lifts up his whip and gives a crack That fills the air and shouts, “Now go! Be lively, too, and don't be slow!" Or Minnie oft will take a ride, For this good horsey is her pride; And in the saddle, happy, she Will ride and ride till called to tea. At night the steed in nursery stays, But out of doors he spends his days No child e'er fears him, for, of course, He is & wooden rocking-harsa he saw the line-up for the game that af. ternoon. I don't see anything wrong In tha aid Bob. “But Byers, catcher” sald Tom, “why Ramondsville will beat Silverton all up.’”’ “Here comes the play ers,” said Jack Nelson who just came up The players were soon practieing and the umpire said, /“Play ball!” Ramondsville was retired without a score. The Ra mondsville pitcher was wild and the bases were filled and the Silverton captain sald, “We will score this innin but In this he was mistaken. Lord was caught steal- ing home, Dobb knocked a foul which the catcher caught and Whinton knocked a £peedy ball to the pitcher and he was out Brown, the Ramondsville pltcher, hit a three-bagger and Deavers got a single which brought Brown In. Colton walked up to the plate, his face darkened and the catcher yelled out: “Look out, here s Thunder Cloud.” Colton met the ball square and it went high above the center flelder's head. He went tearing around the diamond and he was in home Wefore the fielder had the ball. Then for the six innings neither side scored and at the firat of the elghth the RamondsviMle short stop got a two-bagger. Then the first baseman got a single and the shortstop went to third. The next. man walked and the bases were filled. The next man bunted and the man on third and second wera put out. The next man got a square soak at the ball; the men on bases came in and the runner stopped on third. The next man fanned and the side retired, the score he- ing 8 to 1 in favor of Ramondsville. Col- ton struck at the first ball and it wen( whizzing . toward shortstop. The mar held it for a second and thon dropped It Colton was on first. Syprs got a two-base hit and Colton went to third. The next man got a soak at the ball and it went over the fence. Colton and Syers came In and the runner stopped at third. The next three men fanned. The score now was 1 to 8. Colton pitched his hardest, only to get one out and two men on bases. The pitcher came to bat; he fanned. Then, by a fumble, two men came in, and the score was § to 3. “Steady now!" yelled ths crowd. “Come on, Colton, fan him out." He braced himself up and fanned the ba tér. Two mem were out and the bases were filled when Linden came to bat. He had two strikes and three balls. The next ball he struck at with all his might. 1 went far over the fence. The three run- ners had come home and Linden was tear- fng on toward home. He slid and was, safe. “Hurrah! Hurrah! We win—7 to b— Hurrah for the purple banher! Rah-Rah! ‘Who's all right? (Then came an echo) Sil verton.’ Frost was scared and run home. The flowers began to feet better and they were glad to hear that their friend, the sun, came to help them. 8o Jack Frost went home and went to bed for thers was no one with whom he could play with. Curly kit By Ethlyn Berger, %6 South Nineteenth Street, South Omaha. Red Side. Once there was a dog named Curly. was called Curly because him halr wis black as coal and real curly, His master was a mall carrier out in the country, and always took Curly along with him. He taught Curly to do a good many things. He will chase a stick and play “dead dog." One day when he was along with his m ter, he saw a rabbit and started to chase it. But the faster he ran the faster the rabbit ran. Curly soon found that the rabbit was too much for him, so he came trotting back to his master. Ho 3 Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata By Margaret White, Aged 12, 233 Massa- chusctts Avenue, 'Washington, 1).““(':’,“"i Red Side. On a moonlight winter's night n Bonn Beethoven, the great sonata writer, was reading a book, when a friéend came in and asked him to take a walk, and he declined the Invitation, but the gentle- man coaxed him to go, and he did. When walking through a narrow, dirty street he paused for a moment in front of a small dwelling. He knew by the sound that that was his sonata in F. The sound of the music made him start at once and go in. Upon entering he wanted 10 know who it was that was playing and where was the music, but he stopped short, for the girl had turned toward him and he found that she was blind. He told her that he had overheard the conversa- tion when she said she would like to hear some beautiful music, and he told her he could play. Then they asked him to play for them. They told him that the plano was a very old-fashioued one, but he played just the same, and when he had finished they asked him to play another ®dlection and they also asked him who he was. Bo h) began to play the sonata in ¥ and they immediately knew him to be Ludwig Beethoven. Then he started to play another, when the candle went out and a flood of brillant moonlight shone in, und he composed @ sonata to the moonlight. He told the gentieman with him that he wanted to go home and write it before he forgot It. He labored over it until the dawn of the next mora. 4 A A Little Pansy By Hien F. Douglass, Aged U Years, 1921 G street, Lindoln, Neb. Blue Side. One cloudy Gay In a lonely spot In a gar- den was a little pansy looking very sad “I wish 1 was some good in the world," it id to itself. 800n the sun came outand shone brightly This brightened the pansy up a little, but still it was very sad In a little while a little girl came walking by the pansy. She looked very unhappy “If I could only make this little girl happy, 1 would be very glad,” said the pansy The little thing ralsed its head and looked very tty. The little girl saw it a sald, “What a beautiful flower! I guess will pick it and take it Into the house She picked It and looked In its little face closely, and it seemed to say, “Be happy; be happy.” / Pretty soon Roso, the little gir), began smiling and ran her mother to show her the pretly poney Her mother said before Rose had time say anything, “Why, my little girl was crying and fret. ting a little while ago and now she s smiling! Who was it made you happy, dear?” It was this little pansy, which J in the garden.' The little girl was the pansy. { 01nd was happy now, A