Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, July 4, 1915, Page 18

H i & “little \ this event. Busy Bees, have been temporarily or permanently wounded and majmed | kil it by devastating firecrackers and pistols. death, have come about as a result of Fourth of July celebrations. The Busy Bees -- 4, 1915, - Their Own Page/ ODAY .is. Independence day-—the Fourth or July, thirty-nine years ago Declaration of Indeptndence was signed, announcing to the world that “all men are created free | unt were and ‘egual”—by this means laying the foundgtion for the glori- [ and they killed it ous ration that has arisen from the thirteen original colonles. It has been & queer manner that Americans have adopted to celebrate tondbl 26 Araw witd Gucka, Each year scores of little boys and girls, even our own Mttle | o wild duck with a stick, but aid not the Serious disasters, entalling even One hundred | said It was poison. /Later when we were gathering walnuts | saw A snake, I ran screaming to where mamma and my I told them there was a snake We children went in wading in the pond. My cougin found & wooden duck in the water, It was in- Tie also hit We stayed In the water quite a while. Then | walked arotnd to see the Aifterenit things in the woods. My cousin #aid there were some coyotes in the other To counteract this in Yate years, sensible persons have inaugurated a|side of the weods Then mamma called campaign of education and warning known as “The Safe and Sane Fourth.” | s to lunch. It condisted of sandwiches, Lt each Busy Bee appoint himeelf a committee of one to guard against all carelessness which may mean sorrow to himseilf or others. fruit, crackers, cookles, ple, eherries and other things. After we had | tintshed eating, we started for home. Needless nolse is anotheér evil which It is hoped to relegate to the shelf | When we were turning around to come in connection with Independence day celebrations. This week first prize was awarded to Myrtie Anderson, of the Blue Side; home, one of the tires got punctured. Mamma, Aunt. Minnie and my cousin fixed it, but we had two biuw outs be- second prize to Mary Grerson, of the Blue Side, and honorable mentlon (O |sides that before we got home. We did Pearl Johnson of the Blue Sidc. mmm).' Little Stories by Little Folk TFOUR BUSY BEES WHO REALLY Honest and Dishonest. Helen. She was the daughter of v rich perents. Helen was alwaye Aals- honest. Atross the street lved a poor little girl whose name was Lucile. Helen was not ifked, but Lucile wes honest and she was liked by everyone. They were go- £f 3 4 3 3 H L4 : i it i ’ . Luefle gave the §L to her mother for | het birthday and she was very glad to o present lke that from her rocel : 3 £ : H i ughter. i ; ig § i l-whnu'wuzldm.ut' day, Lucile took her home, but | | Helen did not. Luclle wanted to get the The next day Luclle | 2%‘25;?; sifeelitis in uhl}? : : I not l!t\hom. until dark, Their First Quarrel. | Py Lots Johnson, Aged 12 Years, Avoca. | Neb, Blue Side | Betty and Jack, or rather Mrs, and Mr. | Tomkina, had just arrived from thelr honeymoon to thelr new, home, which tty thought very cite. ) Betty wis & t:mm- of 2, with dark blue eyes and wavy brown hair, while Jack was a | groad-shouldered, manly looking feilow ot o4 They bud lived for many weeks with- out quarreling -or disputing sbout sny- I thiag One day Jack came home from bia office very tired cut. ho! was dirty. Jack's littie nephew had come in the morning and had spilled ink and had broken a $2 vase which present before ihey were married. He had aiso torn a leat out of places in Jack's best book. o “How many times have I told you s |never to monkey with my books. Look there. And this is & book my mother gave me before she died,” Jack sald in & still erancky way. “It wasn't me that did it. T'm golng home to mother,” she continued. “How dare you talk to me in such a sassy way? o “Oh, quit your bawling,'” Jack said in a still cranky way. | YT will ot Betty continted, Jack went badk to his office at 12:90, atill ‘fee)ling worse than he had. Jack did not hug and Kiss Betty as he always aidr Then st night Jack came home carrying his little nephew, Jack was in gued #pirits now. Jack said as Billy was tear- Ing another book: “Wag it Billy who tore my book?” “Yes,” Betty answered, “Are you mad at what I said, Betty, dear,” wmid Jack. “Well, if you never will sase me again, T won't be” Betty continued, Both sat on & davenport with their arms around each other, watching the baby fear ‘a newspaper which was near at “We don't care, do we,” sald Jack, who was watching Billy with all his might. “No," answered Betty, —— ; The Flicker, : B o e Aot @ L Dok The flicker is a bird which has many names, Some of them are’ high-holder, yellow-hammer, sapsucker a: wingeq woodpecker. 1 is due in Nobraska in May. It is found the Atlantic’ ocean and the pickled | The dinner did not suit bim, and the \ | Jark hud boyght for Betty for a birthday |~ 1 a8 he was in his youth. He wrote poems, | teacher’'s name {s Miss Harrow. Hoping Two of the Babies of the Sells-Floto Circus ey | | | | { | ! essay® and novels, and books on medi- cine. His best known book is “The Auto- | orat of the Breakfast Table. Vacation Plans. By Evelyn Burnes, Aged 10 Years, Lyons, Neb. Blue Side. “School s out next Wednesday and I| have all my vacation plans ma, said Marjorle, giving the hammock which she was sitting a more wigorous push. “And what are you golng to do?” asked her little friend, Kate. “Oh, mother and I are going to visit | my Aunt Mae in Utah and from there we are going to see the exposition.” | “What are vou going to do and where are you going?’ asked Marjorie.” “I don't like to tell you after hearing what you are going to do, but I suppose 1 must, becauss you told me what you earn gome money for the poor children so ~here Marjorie's ltps curled scornfully, 1 asked mother if she knew of any way 1 could. Please try It, Marjorie.” “Why, Kate Bancroft, 1 should think you would itke to get some pleasurs out of your vacation instead of killing your- Folden” "This besutiful bird mountains, r The flicker's back and hrown, and crossed by are olive black bars, Their talle are hlack. yhr their wings and fall are shofts golden yellow. ‘Their bhacks mnd the sides of the head are ash color, with a beautiful scarlet - The under paets of thelr heads ttls Busy Bees, | 10 Minc brown. Thelr breasts are yel- low with many black spots. The flickers bufld their nests in hollow or rotten trees Eg # £z H is is i il il {iiizi if 8 i i i § i self by working for those beggars and never get any thanks for it. No, I won't try it," she added with ange “I do, indeed I do," eried Kate, “for it fs much more fun working for others than for yourself. Please try it.” After a long talk Marjorle sald she would try it and it was’as Kate had said. Bhe was very happy In making others se. —t— Summer Vacation. len Ab; L Al 10 Years, R. ',F."I.)l. ‘, !omm. Nx.. Blue Side. Summer vacation is here and I think that most of the Busy. Bees went away from home to some place where they will spend their vaca and those that will stay at home have' planned some- thing for their vacation. I will spend mine at home this year.. Last year I spent my vacation at my sister’s place. I bad a very nice time. Hvery morning iy Uttle nephew took a long walk. We had gathered wild flowers, which we found and we watched the birds at thelr work and we listenéd to thelr merry songs. When we came back we were tired so we played the rest of ‘the day. Bometimes my little friends and I had & party in the afterncon. Every Sunday I went to sog my friends and sometimes they came over to see me. I had a nice ‘well teide games. read 1 \ um--nd“h'n"mll""llflnaun.':.-::--nrysuna:ym:: 184 e y . i S I~ Farming Demonstration, Alcvluyl«‘L A New Member. E4da Copneer, 310 Vall . Omaha, ohnaon, eb,” m:{g o l.cul-“-:" HED: A0S Bag e Her Fremont’ eb. | Thin is my first letter to you. I thought | Dear Busy Bees: This is the first time s I would write for I am so intevested In ['| haye ever written to this page, and I Busy Bee page. I would like to join Biue Bide, for that is my favorite 4 L1 4 HiE it : ; it 5k e 11 | were going to do. You see, I wanted to | | It's all right. | the Blue Side, because I lke it best. to win a prize, 1 hope Mr. Wastebasket s out for a long trip. I hope to see my letter in print. —_— - 1 My Pets. By Rosie Posvar, Mfl 11 _Years, 'Rich- land, Neb. ue Bide. chickens out and the mother cet caught ten of them. Then papa shot it. It was @ gray dat. After that cat was shot we | xave them milk, but they didn’t drink. Then they died. My pet calt didn't die. | It will let me pet it. Wt | s red. My pet chicken is white. When | it wants to eat it runs up to me. Now | I am golhg to tell you about myself. I am in the fifth grade. I am going to | the seenth grade in the fall. We take The Sunday Bee. 1 am going to ’“"’l Now T am going to stop here. Goodbye, | friends. | Summer. ; By Vera Bradley, 1010 Center Stroet, Omaha. Blue Side. When' summe: 6s In brilllant dres: Anx sunshine “&5«. the land, ‘ d i , buds and butterflies Te seen oh every T g e et 2 h - I love sweet best. I think summer {s the best season in the year, because in the morning the sun is shining, the birds singing and flowers are blooming. Everybody fs happy and yellow-headed ones, the red-shouldered |with smallpox, some had only one eve ones, and the bronse variety. or a fllm over the other eye. Their | L Haces were striped with red. Their hair l Toward night a sreat fight of more | was hanging disorderly down to the neck |erly direction. | wedge-shaped, al times & haif circle. We |gide valley, in which are corn planta- low creek |eyed grass, puccoon and purple vetch. was beaton with id stroke. Several | 400 beat time with war clubs and all of At 2 o'clock in the afternoon of May 3 | them sang “Hel, hel, hel,”" or else “Heb, | we reached Mr. Fontenelle's housa at|heh, heh” hetween times shouting loud yalleyue. The iand is here very fruit- |yelis My pets are one dog,’ five kittene, one |relgned in the wide wilderneas. Only the | month before this part of the wilderness. calf and one little chicken. My pet dog's | Whip-poor-will's voice was heard while | he so well described became a state, He name was Dukes. It ran away about |[the moon mirrored itself in the river |left a great museum to his heme city. two months ago. The five kittens are |where some of our young people were |To the world he ieft the record of a zbout two weeks old. We had our little | bathing. s beyond contending } than 100 pelicans went over us in a north- | A small brook with steep banks flows Their formation ' Was | down to the river from a pleasant littls could clearly see the black wing feathers, | tions. Mr. Cabanne had planted here the pouch fof the \throat and the long |fiffeen acres of maize, which produces slanting bill, Our hunters kiled some |yearly 2,000 bushels of this grain, for the wild turkeys in the twilight. A beautiful |vield is very great. flower (phlox) coldrs great fields “with | 4 .. blue and the blue-birds' quiet little song | Sitting upon the balcohy of Mr. Ca- was heard. banne's house we enjoyed a wonderful evening. The proud Missourl glistened Onr hunters brought on board a rac- |with splendor in the glory of the full cbon, & rattesnake and blacksnake, and moon. Quiet reigned about us, only the found & wild goose nest with"three eges. |frogs croaked and the whip-poor-wills Near by we saw trails of Indians, great called continually in the forest near by. wolt tracks in the sand, and on the trees | Twenty Omahas appeared before us. The the places where the stags had rubbed |chisf dancer, a large tall 'man, wors on their growing antlers. his head a high feathor helmet, made of “ee the long tail and wing feathers of owls A hunter broke off a poison vine. His and eagles. In his hand he cargied a hands and face are badly swollen today. "bow and arrows. The uprer half bf his el body was naked except for a white skin We reached the mouth of Weeping Wil- |which hung over his right shouder and L In the bushes above us the | was decorated with tufts of feathers. He birds sang & little soft song or twitter- [ was painted with white spots and stripes / ing. The fox-colored thrush (brown |and looked wild and warlike. Another thrasher) trifled in the tops of the cot- | younger man with him bore in his hand| tonwoods, where he loves to sit. Here la war club with white stripes and a were .many plants, such as columbine, |skunk skin at the handle. They formed aiden-hair fern, red mulberry, blue- [a line, while in front of them a drum The dasce was like this: Spring- ful ‘and a poorly cuitivated icre ylelds |ihg with both. feet, a short leap into the 100 bushels of Indian corn. It woud |air. with the body bent forward while the return much niore if carefully worked. |drum was strudk a sharp blow and their Cattle also succeed here splendidly, give | weapons were lifted and shaken. In this much milk, but require salt from time to | manner they jumped about with great time. Mr. Fontenélle thought he would | force for over an hour, the sweat rolling have 5000 head of swine in ‘& few yvears | from Yheir bodies. * A clear moonlight Iit it the Indians Gid not steal too many |up the wide still wilderness; the savage from him, (| tumult of the Indiah bands and the call® of the night birds made this a scene to We lay by for the night a few miles | be long remembered.” above Bellevue (probably near where BT Omaha now is). Ducks and shore birds | Prince Maxamillan died at New Wied,, covered the banks about us. Stiliness | Germany): February 3, 1867, less than a In the morning our ship, Ifke |busy life well epent and to Nebraska the a smoke-vomiting monster, frightened all | best stories and the best pictures of its living creatures. Geese and ducks flew |oarly days. His name deserves to bel in all directions. | better known in pur state where now live, . .0 | nearly 100,000 Germans, rejoicing in>the We landed ‘at Mr. Cabaune's trading |speech and traditions of their fatherland post (ten miles above Omaha), and to our | and rejoicing no less in their homes and Joy we saw a crowd of Otoe and Omaha | freedom found in the west whose great Indians. Many of them were marked |fortune Prince Maximilian foretold. Plan now to Come to cheerful. Children have picnics i the'| groves end’ watch the brook run merrily on its way to a river. Summer is the most pleasant teason of the year. It is nice to go sleigh-riding in the wiskter, but far more pleasant in summer, be- cause we can go pieincking. Enjoyed Her Prize. By, Margaret Crosby, Aged 12 Yea Butherland, Neb. Blue Side. o~ You sent me as first prize. 1 have read @almost all the games over in it. The games are so interesting and jolly that you cannot play them without laughing all the time. I was glad to see Alice Elvira Crandell queen, or her stories are fine and are very interesting to those who read them. I live in the country and play some of the games in the book would TIR® to become s member of the Blue Side. I will write a story later. By Lena Walter, API ® Years, Wahoo, }o\. Blue -ld‘o’ bl Two T S n wo Hille arme can love miother best. Two little it must to span, Two little m:u is nf: lml?m it Two little e to it T am writing to thank you or the book | Fremont and witness the world's great- est power farming event—the ; National Power i | N | This third and greatest Fremont Tractor Dem- ' onstration will unquestionably be the largest and most educational event of its kind ever held in the world. Many letters are coming from farmers in Ne- braska and Towa advising they will be at Fremont— mors than during pre- 39 EXHIBITORS vious years. 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