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Btung me on my face, hands and bare feet. I ran erying
into the house and bathed the stings. Tom had dropped
his old coat under the bush three weeks before. He had
forgotten it and some bees had made their home in the
coat. What I thought was Tom'was his coat and some
thing else, too. Boland Poster,
A Fifth Grade, Hopkins, Minn
East Hopkins School.
GREEK MEETS GREEK.
Under a lilac bush one day I saw an old hen with
Bixteen little chicks. She was scratching out great, long
ang^e worms which the chicks ate with ravenous appe
tites, greatly appreciating such a dainty diet. Finally
one brown chick secured an unusually large worm, and
went off on the run with a little white brother at his
heels. The little white chicken managed to get hold of
the worm also. "When Greek meets Greek, then comes
the, tug of war and they did tug and pull until the
strain was so great that the poor victim broke off at the
brown chiek's bill. He gobbled the piece that was in his
mouth and gave chase back to the hen where the white
one had taken refuge. He seized the refugee by the tail
and pulled him from under cover, but alas, a third party
had obtained the remnants of the badly mangled worm
and was preparing to make away with it. But the old
hen now took a hand in the proceedings and ate it her
self to stop the quarrel among the members of her family.
Seventh Grade. Burnie Gowlland,
The sun shone hot and bright all day, and it did
seem good, now that all the day's work was done, to sit
in the cool shade under the hlaes.
There was a tiny little nest in 'the branches from
which every now and then a faint tweet, tweet issued.
My little cousin looked somewhat puzzled at the noise in
the tree. I drew him to the tree and showed him three
little red-breasted robins with their mouths wide open.
We gave them some food and water and they thanked us
with a sweet tweet, tweet. We missed their sweet songs
when winter drew near and they had flown away for the
winter. But they came back each spring to sing their
songs under the Macs. Clara Gomoll,
Seventh Grade. Chaska, Minn.
AN ANIMATED BLOSSOM.
"Under the Lilacs" brings to my mind an incident
which happened to me three or four years ago. We had
a large lilac bush in our yard which bore large and beau
tiful blossoms, so beautiful that I was always after them
but as I was too small to reach them I never got any.
One day when all the folk had gone away (I chose
this time because I did not want anybody to know my
scheme), I carried a chair out to the bush. It was not
high enough, so I brought a large pail and put it on the
chair. It was rather shaky, but as I was a daring individ
ual I was not afraid. When I had pulled my lilacs I
saw some beautiful ones on a branch farther off. I had
reaehed my" arm up when away went the pail and chair
and I fellno, not quite, for my dress caught on a limb
and there I hung. I screamed, but no one heard me until
about ten minutes later, which seemed an hour to me,
when a man who was going by helped me down. I
would not have told, but my torn dress gave me away.
Fifth Grade. Edith Gates,
Sauk Center, Minn.
TORMENTING WEE TJNS.
The lilacs were in full hloom, and as I had to study
my English literature lesson I thought this would be an
admirable place to work. As I was trudging along with
Milton, that immortal poet, I came upon something en
tirely foreign to the subject. Several small people were
dancing in front of me, singing in tiny voices something
that surprised me very much, for I did not know it my
self. "You broke your mother's lovely, cut-glass vase,
'you know you did, and we intend to tell her if you don't
confess!" They were pointing their accusing little fin
gers at me until I felt like crying in my vexation. "Oh,
you mean things!" I exclaimed. "How did you know
I broke it, becausebecause I never broke it at all,
"Ha, ha," they laughed and scampered away to tell
mama, as they had said. "Oh, I will tell her if you will
only wait!" I cried in terror, but they heeded not my
words. I jumped up, books and papers falling to the
ground and ran to the house. But on the porch I nearly
ran against mama who was coming to call me to supper.
The diningroom door was open, and to my amazement on
the table stood the vase filled with red and white carna
tions. "Oh," I exclaimed in answer to mama's question,
I was only dreaming it is nothing at alL"
"My dear," said mama, as I reached for a spoon,
"be careful and do not break the vase."
Ninth Grade. Pearl Hidelbattgh,
CLEVER MR. TURKEY.
One summer when I was down at grandma's she told
me about a turkey that kept going away all the time. She
said she came back about fifteen minutes every night at
five o'clock for supper. watched the turkey one night
and saw her strike out west a way. While I was watch
ing her grandma said, "Roland, I'm going to give you
the task of following that turkey." "All right," I said,
for I liked to follow things without their knowing it.
So the next night I watched her more closely and
saw that she turned her head a little bit south, but walked
west. I thought I would go south and hide until" she came
that way. I hid and waited about an hour and then con
cluded that she went west. The next day just as soon as
she reached the farmhouse I went west for about half a
mile and waited, and she did not come there either, so I
thought the next day I would-go north. The next day I
went north, and''hid in some lilac bushes down in the
orchard. I waited a while and pretty soon along came
Mrs. Turkey. She came straight for me. I crouched low
and watehed and waited. She came up to the other side
of the bush and sat down. Then I heard something go
"PeepI peept" I jumped up and chased Mrs. Turkey
away, and there in the shade of the lilac was a nest with
ten little turkeys in it. Boland Keyworth,
Sixth Grade. Barnesville, Minn.,
SEVERAL IN THE SECRET.
"Mama," said I one morning coming downstairs, I
ean't find anything. Oh, dear met" "What are yon
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hunting fori" she asked, but before I answered she must
have found out. My hair had no ribbon on and my slip
per laces were gone. When she came upstairs the room
was literally covered with feathers from the pillows, and
my hair receiver was nearly empty. Where were the
things that had so mysteriously disappeared! It did not
seem likely that any person would want such small
things. No burglars had been there, because the door had
been locked. Of course the window waft open, but then,
who would think of going in there?
I went to the window just to look out and smell the
fragrance of the lilacs beneath, when what should I see
but the bush covered with feathers? Surely the chickens
must have had a fight there during the night. Then I
went downstairs and into the garden to investigate the
matter. I saw a bird come out of the lilac bush and go
straight to my bedroom window and presently came baek
with some hair in her bill. There now, I know where my
things have gone," I said. And to my astonishment when
I looked among the branches there -were my things woven
into the prettiest nest I had ever seen. Mama and I and
the mother bird were the only ones who knew this secret,"
and we kept it well, all except the telltale bush with its
white covering which made passersby wonder.
Seventh Grade. Ruth Miller,
Devils Lake, N. D.
INTEREST IN BUGOLOGY.
The lilacs were covered with purple blossoms. I crept
along the ground and at last reached a shady place and
stayed there a while to rest. Pretty soon I heard voices
and saw two girls coming. They picked a few blossoms,
when suddenly one of them saw me.
Oh, look at the horrid bug!'' she cried and ran away.
Her friend followed her and I was left alone. Very soon
I saw a toad hopping near me. He saw me and -started
after me. I scrambled up a branch~of the lilac bush and
was safe. After a while a boy came by. He had a bottle
and a butterfly net. "Oh, look at that bug!" he cried.
"lam going to eaten him and mount him," and before I
A LARGE ORDER.
Mrs RabbitWhat are you crying for, Effle?
Baby HippoI'se goin' to fall, an' I wants to
lifted down.Metropolitan Magazine,
could get away he had me safe in his bottle. He laid the
bottle down'pretty soon without covering it, as he was in
a hurry to catch a butterfly he had seen, and I crept
quietly out and hid myself in the lilac bush, where I was
safe for the rest of the day. Joseph Martineck,
Sixth Grade. Park River, N. D.
WORSE THAN A CYCLONE.
I lived in the crack of a cement walk that was
around a house where a little girl lived.u
was very good to me in the summer time, giving me sugar
and all such luxuries as I liked. But I did not like my
home, for as soon as I piled sand around it they swept the
walk and covered my house all up, which seemed to me
worse than a cyclone striking a village. The next spring
I did not hesitate to move, choosing a spot under the
lilac bush. I have lived here a long time now and my
home does not get covered with particles from the walk
any more, for the small leaves of the shoots shelter it and
I am enjoying life under the lilac bush.
Fifth Grade, Ada Norell,
Washington School. Anoka, Minn,
A MATTER OF HISTORY.
Under the Wacs I grew, a tiny flower. One warm day
two men who were passing paused to rest in the shade of
the lilac bush. As they rested one of them told the fol
"Do you remember about the Sioux massacre in-
18621" "Yes," said the other, "but as I was fighting
in the east in the First Minnesota Regiment I was not in
this state dnring that dreadful outbreak."
"Well," said the first man, I have very distinct
recollections of the event, as the band of Indians passed
our house. I was very sick at the time and confined to my
bed. My brother was the only person at home. We heard
that 'the Indians were coming and we did not know how to
protect ourselves. I wanted him to mount a horse and
save himself at least, as I was unable to flee to a safer
place. He would not listen to any such plan, so we had to
think of something else. At last bright idea struck me.
By the side of our house was an old well whieh had bees
dry for some time. He put a ladder down into it and
excavated a cavity, large enough to hold usy in the sides
of the well. He then cleared away all traces of the work
and we lay quietly in onr new quarters, awaiting the com
ing of the terrible Sioux. Before many hours passed we
heard them. They burned our house and barn, and not
finding anything or anybody else to damage, went on.
This was a secure place for us and at that time proved
our only refuge."' Paul Sontar,
Sixth Grade. Luverne, Minn.
THE SICK LITTLE GIRL.
Last spring I built my nest in a beautiful lilac bush
that two pretty little girls owned, and now I am going to
tell you what happened under that lilac bush. Near the
The little girl
home of the two little girls there lived a poor little girl.
She was a cripple and so she could not play with the other
children. One day Alice and Mae sat down under the lilac
bush and I heard them say that they would have a partj
for the little sick girl the next day. Next morning they
invited some of their friends to the party, and when they
were all there they went together to get the little girl
who was sick. They put her under the lilac bush and
made wreaths of flowers and put on her head and twined
them around her neck, and then they danced around her
and sang for her all the songs that they knew. After a
while Alice and Mae's mama brought them some ice cream
and cake, and when it was time to go home they gave the
little giri a pretty doll and a great bunch of lilacs. She
went home happier than she had ever been before.
Seventh Grade. Ninna Skjold,
Edinburg, N. D.
THE HOME OF BROOK TROUT.
After many days of hopeful waiting my snug brown
house, one beautiful spring morning I pushed my violet
head thru the surface into the great world. The sun was
bright, the birds were singing^merrily and I was delighted
to find that by my side ran a babbling brook which
promised to be a pleasant companion. I was growing in
the shade and protection of a proud lilac tree that waved
his delicate purple plumes over my head and shed a de
lightful fragrance about me, seeming to say, "Welcome,
violet." As I nodded he shook his leaves and I noticed
they were much the same shape as mine. I was happy
only that I thought I was, as people say of the orose,
born to blush unseen.'' But soon my happiness -was to
Presently two boys appeared with fishing rods and
each cast his line in the brook. "Well, Jack," said the
older, "I'll take my place near this violet, and I don't
believe there is better trout fishing any place than right
here under this lilac tree." I don't either," exclaimed
the other, "but so far these trout seem unusually intel
ligent." After stamping on the earth along thfc edge of
the stream where the swift current had worn away the
earth, they succeeded in frightening out several trout.
The boys did this several times and it added much to the
success of their trip. Suddenly the sky grew dark and
the near approach of a thunder shower sent the boys
away to home and mother and left me very lonely. The
rain drops soon began to fall thickly, and as one tapped
me gently on the head I dropped my seed. Then a sleepy
feeling came over me and I curled in one leaf after an
other and went to sleep. Josephine Ware,
A Eighth Grade, 2409 University Avenue,
Baker School. St. Paul, Minn.
AN AERIAL WHIRLIGIG.
We went down to the lilac grove at the river bottom
one afternoon, and while on our way we saw a large cloud
coming up in the southeast. We did not let it frighten
us in the least, however, and after some romping around
we sat down under .a large lilac bush. Suddenly the clouds
began to whirl around. Then it began to rain and hail
very hard. The lilacs kept the rain and hail ofE for a lit
tle while, but we were wet by and by and some of the
hail stones hit our heads and faces. When the rain had
gone by we crawled out of the lilac bush and were going
home. Suddenly a large tree that was standing on the
river'sledge fell down right by my feet. I looked around
to see if anyone had been hurt. The tree had fallen on
be one of the boys. We tried to get him out but could not.
One of us ran home after help, whieh soon came, and we
found that he was not hurt very badly. We did not go
down to the lilacs very often after that for fear of meet
ing with similar accidents. Clarence Young,
Sixth Grade. Wilmont, Minn.
BY A GAUDY BUTTERFLY.
There was a long rustic bench under a lilac bush in
a park, and seated on it a gentle lady and a very lively
little boy. I, a gaudy butterfly, flitting from branch to
branch, beheld these two interesting mortals from my
position on the top of a large cluster of lilacs.
Soon that inquisitive little boy spied me, and climb
ing upon the back, of the seat endeavored to reach me, but
in vain. His mother, seeing that he was about to fall,
firmly grasped his sturdy legs and drew him down a great
deal faster than he mounted. Thus my life was saved.
Again the boy tried to capture me by breaking off the
branch I was seated upon, but I flew to a safer place at
the very top of the bush. Finally the gardener came
along, and seeing the branch in the boy's hand, told him
that people were not allowed to destroy things in a park.
So his much-distracted mother hurried him home, where I
suppose he "spent the remainder of the day in some dark
closet, which served him right. I was then left in peace,
in the cool shade of the fragrant lilac bosh.
Eighth Grade. Ruth Olson,
THE OTHER KIND OF TROUBLE.
A certain schoolboy named Michael, in a remote part
of the country, boasted constantly that the master was
afraid to- flog him. Why? Oh, because his father bad
said that if a hand was ever laid upon the boy there^
would be trouble. But one day Michael misbehaved-"
himself, and- the flogging was not long in coming.
The~1o went home indescribably enraged. H
sought out his father.
"Father," he said, "didn't you say that if the
schoolmaster ever caned me there would be trouble 1
I did," the father answered.
"Well, I was caned today, and only for throwing
paper pellets about the room."
The father frowned.
I never fail, my son, to keep a promise," he said,
".There is going to be trouble. Fetch the strap."
First Boy"Did you enjoy your holiday?"
Second Boy**Not a bit. It made me miserable
thinking that with the passing of eaeh hoar the time
for return to school drew near."
Parent"What is the difference between the regu
lar and irregular Greek verbs?"
Tommy"Yon get twice as many canings learning
the irregular ones."Chums.
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