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CHATS ON DOUGH
Minneapolis Juniors Set Their Wits to Working
and Evolve Some Readable Stories of Fer
|OTJGH, dough, dough! Then some more dough!
And then some dough on top of thatand
there you have an expression of the unlim
ited quantities of dough Juniors have seen,
heard, felt, made, played in and stuck to
ever since the beginning of things. Quality
was almost as much in evidence as quan
tity, too,not quality of the dough, but good
quality of work. There was originality of
plan and expression which, like the yeast in
the dough, worked and pushed and expanded
till it evolved from some very ordinary hap
penings stories whose freshness and light
ness were quite charming. That is the kind
of work the editor wants now and forever. There was
more variety in the work than one would think possible
after a casual glance at the topic, which shows that it
pays to hunt up your little shovel
and dig for what you want, tho
the results are not always pure
gold. Or, in the language of
dough, ejren if you seem to be
stuck fast in a mass of materi
als once in a while, just keep
mixing and kneading and-by and
by the loaf will seem to form
itself, so easily may it be molded.
Personally, Juniors gained some
thing from their experiences
with dough besides a readable
story all around: lessons in
obedience and perseverance and
cheerfulness and helpfulness, be
sides some sage reflections on
duty and the limit of human ca
"NEWS FROM NOWHEBE"
Not A Quest for Information
AMA was away, and my ex
perience in dough being
limited and commonplace I sought
my brother, who is a baker, for
"Why, sister, what I don't
know about dough would sur
prise you. If I could find out
now to get enough to keep myself
in bonbons and ice cream I 'd
discuss it with you. Just write
to Eockefeller he could give
you some pointers no doubt."
And without heeding my at
tempts to explain, he rushed
Then I thought of my elder
brother just returned from the
west, and when I asked what he
knew about dough, he became
enthusiastic at once and said,
Dearie, the most I know about
doe is confined to my recent
trip. Mine host, who was
Uncle Sam, you know, has as,
fine a collection of doe as I have
ever seen. But the best author
ity you can probably get is our
esteemed president. Just write
to him, sis he knows a lot of
things about doe and bears."
Then as I hurled a book in his direction and left the
room he called out, "Ask Nora."
Nora was something of an autocrat and resented any
s intrusion upon her domain, but I was desperate by this
time and determined to brave her displeasure, especially
as I remembered it was one of the regular baking days.
The expression of Nora's face as I entered the kitchen
was not encouraging, and when I remarked that I came
to learn something about dough the storm burst upon me.
"Och! miss, is it dough ye's after asking! Sure and
it's the cross-buns,I'm after making but it's the miserable
weather entirely and the dough is as cross as meself.
It's back to ould Ireland 111 go where the sun shines
and the dough rises as foine as the mist from the say.
I'll give notice at once and bid ye shelta vaha,"-j-but I
fled lest she carry out her threat and leave us ignorant
as to dough. Wynne Bennett,
A Seventh Grade, 915 East Seventeenth St.
WHAT THE DOUGH BABY SAID
Always Wash Your Hands When You Are Told or Some
thing Might Possibly Happen.
(Fifth and Sixth Grade Prize.)
was Wednesday morning when I went into the
kitchen and found mother baking. I asked her for
some dough which she gave me. I made a doll out of it
which I intended to give to my sister. I put it into the
oven and waited half an hour, but it was not baked so I
put it in again. After I had waited another half hour I
looked at it again, but it was the same as when I put it
in, so mother told me to throw it away.
That night when I had gone to sleej dreamed
TKe ja\irr\eJ[ J\mior
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was playing in the back yard, when suddenly some one
began to talk to me. I looked around but saw no one
except the dough doll. To my surprise I found she was
talking. She said, It is your fault that I am lying here.
Yon did not wash your hands before you made me so
your mother had to throw me away. Now I must rise
and rise. I am full of air and bubbles and you will have
to eat me or"Just then I awoke and found myself cry
ing. The next time mother gave me some dough I threw
it to the dog who swallowed it with a gulp. Mother yas
surprised and asked me why I did it. I told her my
dream and said I would never make any more dough dolls.
A Sixth Grade, Olga Christnpherson,
Jackson School. 510 Fourteenth Avenue S.
ON TIME IF NOT BEFOEE.
UT)E sure to take good care of that bread, Violet,"
-L' said mama as she went out. "It must be in the
oven at ten o'clock." "All right," I said carelessly,
and resumed my reading. I was sitting by the window
and everything was quiet inside and out as the clbck
slowly tickecf away the hours. The sun was shining
brightly out-of-doors. A cock crowed just outside the
window, and I yawned and threw down my_ book to go
Just then the clock began to strike. One-two-three
(Continued on Sixth Page.)
-i.*HE OTHER WAY ROUND.
Some School Children in Chicago went on a strike this weeknow when we used to go to school the
teacher was the fellow who went on the strike.
THE WEEK'S ROLL OF HONOR
MINNEAPOLIS PEIZE WINNERS.
Wynne Bennett, A Seventh Grade, Madison School, 815
Olga Chrlstopherson, A Sixth Grade, Jackson School, 610
Fourteenth Avenue S.
Violet Jennison, A Seventh Grade, Lowell School, 2308 James
Sidney Chamberlln, A Seventh Grade, Monroe School, TM
Twenty-third Avenue S.
Marjorle E. Bateman, Fifth Grade, Calhoun School, 2739
Lake of the Isles Boulevasd.
Robert Walste, Sixth Grade, Motley School, 316 Fifteenth
NORTHWEST PEIZE WINNERS.
Norma Howe, Eighth Grade, Barnesvffle, Minn.
Harrlette Smith, Sixth Grade, Chatfield, Minn.
Gladys Londle, ElghQi Grade, Salem, S. IX
Nina Koto, Eighth Grade, Northwood, N. D.
Oora Jones, Sixth Grade, Breckenridge, Minn.
Bernlee Vale, Sixth Grade, Washington School, 718 Second
Avenue S, St. Cloud, Minn.
HIGH SCHOOL CBEDIX.
Emu Gherlng, Tenth Grade, Larlmore, N. D.
Bath Moore, Tenth Grade, Wabasha, Minn.
Cora Bird, Tenth Grade, Hawley, Minn.
UNDER THE LILACS
Purples and Perfume from Garden and Hedge
Mingle and Drift Thru the Stories of North
TOPIC-"UNDEB THE LILACS."
(See change in date of topic for June 3.)
NDER THE LILACS" was such a good tojpe,
.and there were so many charming stories to
'tell, and Juniors were so eager to do their
best, that some funny mistakes were made.
Perhaps one might possibly imagine some
other cause for such things coming to pass,
but this sounds very reasonable and there
fore satisfactory. Pink blossoms one Junior
said his lilacs bore, and that this Junior
was a boy but partially excuses him. The
editor does not know of any good reason why
boys should not be as correctly informed on
colors and common flowers as girls, tho tra
dition has it that this is so. Pearls and pinks
and blues may be discernible to the eye of an artist in the
exquisite tints of the lilac's lavender and purple but
white and purple the lilacs certainly are, and not pink.
Another chronicler observed that
someotherboys went hunting''
and "accidentally hitapig,"
which sounded as if he might
have been speaking of life on
another planet or a new break
fast food. Yet another Junior
saw some "aunts building in the
sand," not mentioning whether
the thing under way was pie or
palace. Look sharp to your man
ner of expression, Junior writ
ers. First know what yon want
to say, and then be sure you say
it. It may not be literary, or
polished or eloquent but if it is"
your best thought and expressed
clearly, it will always be worth
while and acceptable. It is a
good plan to read the stories
over after writing, to be sure
everything is all right and that
the name, .grade, etc, ar_~
signed properly at the end. Then
there will be no possible excuse '-1
for saying anything ridiculous.
Fireworks and Feasting on the
WAS visiting in Canada a
few years ago when I saw,
among other things, two lilac
trees. Yes, they were trees
they were much too large to be
called bushes. They were the
largest I, or anyone else around,
had seen. One had white flow
ers and the other purple. They
stood in the same yard and were
just far enough apart so that
their branches met, forming an
The people there did not cele
brate the Fourth of July, but the
twenty-fourth of May, which was
the queen's birthday. I shall
never forget that twenty-fourth
of May, because on that day we
had a party under the lilacs. In
the afternoon we had luncheon
and the children played games.
In the evening the older people
gathered and celebrated much
as we do the Fourth of July here. The trees were hung
with Chinese lanterns and flags were hanging here and
there. We saw fireworks and such things until we were
tired, and after refreshments had been served we went
home to dream of the beautiful lilacs under which we had
enjoyed ourselves so much. Norma Howe,
Eighth Grade. Barnesville, Minn,
NOT BEALLY WHITE, YOU KNOW
Warm Little Hearts Can Find No Fault With Ungainly
and Dishonest Kittens.
(Fifth and Sixth Grade Prize.)
summer the hearts of sister Buth and myself
were gladdened by papa's telling us he could get us
two maltese kittens. We fairly jumped for joy, we were
so happy. Our last pet kitten had died over a year be
fore. The next night papa brought home the kittens.
But alas! papa must have been colorblind, for the kit
tens were as black as coaL Nevertheless we loved thenl
because they were kittens and our very own. We petted
them and fed them but they only grew long, slim and
homely, lacked good manners and also honest habits.
Mama was away at the time, but upon her return she
soon decided that she could not live in the same house
with those kittens. Sister and I had quite a cemetery of
dead birds we had found, chickens that had died, and our
former pet kitten, out under the lilacs and mama in
sisted that papa should prepare our two black kittens
and have two fresh graves under the lilacs. As mamas
mostly always have their way, the thing was done. And,
the epitaph Buth put over their graves was, "Whiter than
the snow." Harriette Smith,
Sixth Grade. a* Chatfield, Minn,