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ALL ABOUT OUR LITTLE FOLKS
In the picture you will see Sherlock Holmes and a corps of his efficient detectives. They have been summoned to solve the farm yard mystery. "Here are five clews," said Holmes, "which
tell me what member of the farm yard colony was stolen, what money was received for it, where the thief went and in what he was dressed. This clew in my hand tells mo from where the stolen
object was taken. He was taken from 'the pen.'" The other clews are equally easy to solve. Can you make them out?
The clews to the recreant butler puzzle, which was published lnst week, were as follows: The musical mark showed the butler went to "a flat," the toy showed it was the "top" apartment,
the knife blade was the clew telling that he went "to steal" and the "tile" showed he wanted to get a hat.
The Bumble Bees
Mad a Picnic
OH, dear, It was so funny! You
ought to see Mrs. Bumble Bee
taking all her children out to the
park for a picnic.
.Each one of tho little Bumble Bees
had a box of lunch and a toy balloon
like those you blow up and when you
take your finger oft make a noise like a
Everybody laughed i.s the Bumble
Bees passed by. I guess you would
tjave thought it was a procession. When
they got near the lagoon Mrs. Bumble
Bee said: "You must put all your
lunches together and read and play,
and when it Is time to eat I will ring
this bell." Mrs. Bumble Bee put her
hand into her pocket and pulled out a
tiny bell and showed It to the little
"Can't we go to the swings, mam
ma?" said one of the Bees.
"Oh, yes," said little May Bee, "I
iWant to swing."
. "And can't I go see the monkeys?"
said little Johnny Bee.
"Me and Bill would rather watch the
jyionkeys. Gee! who cares for swings?
.That's for girls, anyway."
• "Oh, I think I would like to see the
oirang outang," said Alice Bee.
! "Yes, my dear," said Mrs. Bumble
TAee, "but don't play on the leaves which
r<h.e puts on her head when she makes
Novel and Amusing Features That Will Please the Little People at Any Fireside Celebration
IP YOU want to try something that Is
novel and amusing for a home
party, you cannot do better than
make a few experiments In the con
struction of vegetable manikins. They
are easily made at home, with the uid
of a few vegetables, nuiii as potatoes,
beets, carrots and the like, and the
contriving of them will afford a lot of
faces at the people. She might eat you
When all of the cl ildren had gone
Mrs. Bumble Bee spread a white sheet
on the grass under a rose bush and she
took all the lunches and put them in
one pile and then she put a small plate
for each one of the children and a little
tin cup. May and Tommy Bee did not
stay long on tho swings, they were so
hungry; so they just came back and
helped set the table.
"Can't I roll the lemons, mamma?"
With a fair sized potato for a body,
a beet for a head and a couple of car
rots for legs, you can turn out quite
a humanllße figure. Stand him firmly
on hiß "plnß," paint a couple of eyes
and a nose, cut a round hole beneath
the nose for the Insertion of a cigar,
and you will have a sporty looking
Kobihi, which only needs some sort of
a hat and a stick In his hand-hls armu
LOS ANGELES HERALD SUNDAY SUPPLEMENT
said Mary. "Mo and Tommy know how
to make lemonade."
So Mrs. Bumble Bee let them roll the
lemons and make the lemonade. Oh,
they were going to have a grand time.
"I declare, children," said Mrs. Bum
ble Bee, "wo have .a fine day for the
picnic. I will be so glad when your
papa comes. I know he will be as
hungry as a robin."
"Oh, isn't it time to eat now?" said
Alice Bee, coming running In.
Pretty soon Mrs. Bumble Bee rang
the dinner boll and all the children came
running in and they all sat down to eat.
Oh, the sandwiches were fine. They
were so nice and fresh and the lemon
ade was so nice and cool.
When they had finished eating Mr.
Grass Hopper stopped by with his auto
mobile and said to Mrs. Bumble Bee:
"Would you and the children like to
take a ride?" And, oh! all the little
Humble Bees just ' jumped up and
clapped their tiny hands.
"Well, come along and Jump in," said
Mr. Grass Hopper, "and be sure and
hold on tight, because I am going to
make the automobile go fast."
"And will you take i.s by the monkey
cage and tho animals?" said little
"And the old mill, too?" said Alice
"And the ponies, too?" Bald Bill.
"Oh, wouldn't It be fine to take a
ride on the swan's back? It would be
better than riding In a steam launch."
"Oh, I'd be afraid to ride on a swan's
hack." said Tommy Bee. "She might
put her head back and eat you up."
"Now, hold on tight," said Mr. Grass
are carrots also— to be perfect In his
' The deft handling of a penknife will
accomplish wonders in tho manufac
ture of such vegetable manikins, help
ing out here and there in a sculptural
way, while a little ingenuity In the
contribution of minor accessories In ;<n
Important aid. For Instance, a police
muii, with a potato body, a. turnip head
and a couple of cucumbers for legs,
requires some sort of a helmet (easily
made out of a pasteboard), as well an v
Hopper, "the automobile is going to
Mr. Grass Hopper then made his
automobile go "Honk! Honk!" and
pretty soon they were sailing along.
Mr. Grass Hopper was giving them a
nice long ride, and he stopped at the
monkey cage and bought all the little
Bumble Bees some crackerjack and
peanuts. Mrs. Bumble Bee said she
could not eat crackerjack because it
got into her teeth, so Mr. Grass Hopper
bought her a glass of ginger ale and
some sponge cake.
Little Tommy Bee said he liked ginger
ale, too, but his mother just gave him
a sip from her glass. She was afraid
to give him very much, because he
might get sick at the picnic.
When all of the children had looked
at the monkeys Mr. Grass Hopper
nsked them If they would not like to
see the baby elephant.
"Oh, yes," said little Tommy Bee,
"take us to see the elephant."
"Oh, I'm nfrald of elephants," said
Mary Bee. "They wear such a big, lons
"Oh, elephants won't hurt you, snl'l
Bill. "They won't hurt you if you don't
Mrs. Bumble Bee made all the chil
dren catch hands when they went to see
the baby elephant.
Oh, It was so funny to watch the
elephant. He would take the hay up
with his big, long nose and toss It up
in the air like a ball and then catch
some of it and eat it.
"Gee!" said little Tommy Bee,
"wouldn't the baby elephant's nose
club In hi* hand, to lend him a proper |
verisimilitude. A final touch In tho
shape of a pair of mustaches consisting
of two ears of wheat stuck with muci
lage beneath tho nose, contributes
You may construct a clown with a
small beet for a head and a couple of
carrotß for legs, lady apples serving
admirably for buttons and topknots.
Here, of course, a bit of paint 1b de
sirable, but not very much, because It
is well to rclv as far as possible uuon
make a good 'shoot the chutes?' I
think I will try it, mother."
"Oh, No! No! No!" said Mrs. Bumble
Bee. "You might tickle the baby ele
phant's nose and then she will eat you
"I think we had better be going,"
said Mr. Grass Hopper. "It Is pretty
near time for the man to close the ani
"Well," said Mr. Grass Hopper, "I
guess I will have to light the lamps on
my automobile and so home."
the vegetables themselves for the ef
fects to be produced. The clown should
have a peaked cup on top of his head,
which U easily cut out of the aubstanca
of the beet bo as to have the deslrad
shape, and in his hand he may carry a
plum, attached to a short Hiring, to rep
resent the distended bladder which Mr.
Merryman Is accustomed to use In his
The question of feet for the manikins
may be a bit puzzling, but small po
tatoes will serve the purpose sails
Prize Stories Written by
The Herald's Young Folks
Frizes owarricl for stories for boys An.l
girls, under thin handing, will ho paid In
a beautifully bound ilhintratfid volume
entitled "Wild Animals I Wava Known."
This book In a valunblo Addition to nny
llhrary, and will be found Intensily Inter
A3ELTA HUTU BAKER, box 61,
Covlna, Cal. Clhsb A.
NELLYE CAMPBELL, 119 Routh
Boyle avenue, Los Angeles. Class B.
FIIKD OLIVETI, n. V. T>. No. 1, box
14, San Diego, Cnl. Class C.
A TRIP TO OLD AUNT BUE'S
By Adella R. Baker, Covlna, Cal.
Aged 12 Years— Class A
Wo were going to old Aunt Sue's,
The old wagon rumbled up to the door.
Uncle Silas helped us Into the big
farm wngon, which creaked ns we seat
ed ourselves. A crack of the whip and
we were off.
The road looked familiar. There w»«
old Grandma Hopkins' house, and in
her garden of flowers the old lady
waved to us as we passed. There stood
tho old mill and you could hear the
busy grinding of the wheels inside. On
the opposite side of the road the old
church stood and yonder the old wind
mill turning with the wind. In the
distance could be seen the old-fash
ioned echoolhouse, nnd ns a back
ground the tall blue mountains.
We were nearlng the home of Aunt
Sue. Near the pond stood several cows,
drinking, the pigs in the pen and,
chained to his one-roomed house, the
faithful dog stood. As we drove into
the driveway there stood Aunt Sun
with her smiling face and cordial wel
come. We left Uncle Silas to care for
the horses, while Aunt Sue led us Into
the old-fashioned kitchen.
In the middle of the room there was
a table neatly set with a snow-white
cloth and a kettle steaming away on
We soon gathered around the long
table. The dinner I won't try to de
scribe—only boys and girls having
uncles and aunts living in the country
know of the good things which they
have to eat.
When the meal was ended each one
was satisfied that this was an ideal
country dinner. "We all left with a de
sire to visit Aunt Sue's again.
A STORY OF A ROBIN
By Nellye Campbell, Los Angeles.
Aged 14 Years — Class B
Last May I was visiting my friends In
the country. One day I noticed that a
robin had built its nest at the root of
a wild rose bush.
I used to sit nearly half the day
watching the father bird. It would be
busy pretty near all the time collect
ing flies, spiders and worms to feed
"Well, good night, Mr. Grass Hop
per," said all the little Bumble Bees.
"We had a fine ride .r. your automo
"Good night, dear children," said Mr.
factorily, and radishes are excellent.
One or two incidentals of clothing miiy
be discreetly added, such as a necktie
for a dude manikin or a veil for a
lady goblin. The lady goblin, by the
wayi may be provided appropriately
with a eklrt of lettuce leaves, and If
she can be supplied with a parasol to
carry In her hund the effect will be
Borne girls are very clever at con
triving such things ni these, and with
the BUKgeetlons here given almost any
1»« llttlo baby hlrrig and the mother
sat In tho nest to keep the baby birds
One day T Wai sitting there watching
the birds when a man passed the nest
nnd he hnppened to look up and he
cnught sight of the father bird, whose
bill was full of files, Just ready to feed
The next dny tho man brought a
brown paper sack nnd put hla big
brown hand into the nest nnd took
the llttlo birds out nnd put them into
the sack nnd went away.
I felt very badly the next day with
out my llttlo birds to wntch, go I
thought I would tnke a walk. I walked
Rbout one-half mile, when I looked
down nnd saw the very brown paper
bag and I heard peep, peep, I picked
It up nnd put my hand Into It and
there! I felt my little birds, but when
I opened the bag I found that one wns
dead. I took the other one out and
ran home with It and fed it and put it
In warm flannel.
For three weeks I fed nnd. cared for
the little bird and then I thought It
was old and large enough to take care
of Itself, bo I put It out the back door.
But the bird always stayed around
that house and it had its nest outside In
one of the trees in the orchard.
A FIGHT BETWEEN A ROAD.
RUNNER AND A RATTLER
By Fred Oliver, San Diego, Cal.
One day ns I was going across a hog
wallow (a strip of grassy land which
has no large shrubs) I saw a roadrun
ner with a piece of cactus In his bill.
He seemed to be very busy about some
thing, so I watched him with interest
and found that he waß building a hedge
of cactus around a huge rattler that
lay colled up In the sunshine.
I do not know whether he was asleep
or not. At any rate, he did not appear
to notice the bird's actions.
Finally when all was ready the road
runner made the snake understand he
He hopped up on a bush near by and
sailed down to attack the rattler. As
he neared the ground he hit the snake
a terrible blow with hla bill.
The rattler was ready for him the
next time, but either the bird's feathers
protected him from the rattler's fangs
or else he bore a charmed life, for he
wasn't hurt. The rattler tried very
hard to get away. Time and again he
threw himself against the hedge, but
all to no purpose.
At last with the poison In the thorns
and his own he died.
The bird then made an opening In
the hedge and, after dragging his op
ponent's body at full length on the
grass, took out the thorns and had a
There and then I resolved to be a
friend to the roadrunner family, one
"I will come back again some other
time when you are giving a picnic In
the park and give you another ride."
Mr. Crass Hopper made his automobile
go "Honk! Honk!" and pretty soon he
was out of sight.
"Well, little dears," said Mrs. Bumble
Bee, "get all your things together. We
must bo going-, right away." • ] .■-•:
"Here are your toy balloons," Mrs.
Bumble Bee gave each of the children
a toy balloon, but told them they must
not blow them going home. All the
little Bumble Bees took hands and
walked along quietly. Mr. and Mrs.
Bumble Bee walked behind them, and
little Tommy . Oh, I must not for
get to tell you about little Tommy. He
was fast asleep in Mrs. Bumble Bee's
arms and dreaming he was riding on
tne back of a swan.
I guess all the little Bumble Bees
dreamed that night, for they certainly
had a nice time at the picnic at the
Not That Kind
"Honesty Is the best policy," re
marked the old-fashioned man.
"Yes," answered the discontented citi
zen. "But some of our big Insurance
companies haven't been writing that
kind."— Washington Star.
bright young woman ought to be abla.
to put together a few manikins that
will be a surprise to her friends. If
she chooses she ought to devise a
vegetable goblin for each guest, to
serve aa a present, and it Is desirable
that in each case the bogle doll (If
nuch It may be called) shall he a "take
off" in nnno way upon the recipient.
Thus a dude manikin might be be
stowed upon a young man conspicuous
for the elegance of his apparel. ' This
will make a great deal of fun.