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NORWICH BULLETIN, THURSTJKT, OCTOBER TO, .T918 9 THE WIDE-AWAKE CIRCLE Boys' and Girls' Rules for Young Writers. 1. Write plainly on one side of the paper only, and number the pages. 2. Use ren and ink, not pencil. 3. Short and pointed articles will be given preference. Do not use over 250 words. 4. Original stories or letters only will be used. 5. Write your name, age and ad dress plainly at the bottom of the story. POETRY. A New "America. A youi:? Hungarian-American, Rob ert Loveman, has written a beautiful poem laudatory of his adopted coun try which carries an exceedingly strong appeal to our patriotism. Te fairest land, the rarest land. The land we love the best. Is our own land that staunch doth stand A tower in the west: An ocean wide on either side, The gulf beneath her feet. The very name America Doth make our pulses beat. "The sweetest land, the fleetest land. The land where freedom dwells, Is our own land of mountains And c'over-covered dells; Or.e Joyous vast republic, God! How we cherish her. The very name America Doth make our bosoms' stir. "America, America. O may we die for thee. Proclaiming unto all the earth . Our love of liberty; America. America. Our banner is unfurled. The paean of democracy Shall ring about the world." One Little Part By L. B. C. I pray for sweet peace that the hor rors of war May pass from our beautiful world, That no more we may h"ar the can nons' loud roar, That the banner of peace be un furled. But I have no courage nor wisdom nor skill The thoughts of great nations to sway, While treading the pathway up life's weary Mil, For the mighty I only can pray. While I have no wisdom . nor wealth I can give, A few earnest words I can speak For the innocent creatures around me that live God's little ones humble and meek. The little wild dwellers in woodland and grove. So harmless, so merry and gay. O, leave them In peace through their grpen haunts to rove, Nor darken their brief happy day. J I speak for our friends on the hot dusty street Who toil the long weary day through. And often with harshness and negli gence meet Dumb, helplees, yet faithful and if I may help them less suffering to know Err they sleep 'neath the green prasry sod. And their souls if they have souls, I think that they do Are at rest in the blessing of God. UNCLE JED'S TALK TO WIDE AWAKES. I'nole Jed had a bouquet of roses sent to him and noticed upon the aves a cluster of eggs which he rec ognized as the egss of an insect. They locked like white enamel beads with a black enamel spot in the center as round as round could be and under a magnifying glass each one seemed to he a perfect gem. He did not throw the leaf away h-it threw it into a large bottle to see what would come fmm them. In ten days or so there was a col ony of Jet black caterpillars. Then he put wet sand in a jar, covered it with paper, stuck in a sproy of rose Jpa-es and watched the little fellows feed and grow for weeks. They cast ofT their black dress and wore a brown one: then they wore a green one all --ovired with black pointed stinging hairs: and then they had white and reddish -purple lines running the whole length of their body and Uncle Jed Kr.ew they w?re Emperor moths, the book name of which is Satumio Io These are handsome creatures that fly by night and lay eggs upon the wild cherry and other plants in late May and June. They keep together in their early days having the social habit, but disperse later adopting the solitary habit or habit of feeding alon TV h'3t fn) -vel, Vowr and yel lo m .ti j with velvet wirs spin a very thin, silken cocoon upon the ground and cover it with litter which makes it look like the earth itself and tenth Prize, to.23. A MEMBER OF THE HOWE GUARD, by Ahrin LaChapefle of Can terbury. Conn. Department It is very difficult to find beneath the lower stone of a wall or to the scat tered leaves. This moth seems to be the connect ing link between the moths which burrow In the ground and the great moths which spin thick silken co coons for their protection upon the branches. It climbs like the rest to feed but when it seeks winter quar ters it grovels on the earth and finds shelter in Its half-clad condition by a heavy covering of leaves. This Is the way Wide-Awakes may learn what tiny objects are which they come across In the garden. THE WINNERS OF PRIZES. 1 Geraldine Gareau of South bridge. Mass. The Blue Grass Seminary Girls. 2 Arlene Pearl of Augusta. Me. IPblil Bradfley's Winning Wast 3 Catherine C. Lawton of Warren ville The Broncho Rider Boys. 4 Miriam Shershevsky of Norwich A Thrift stamp. 5 Horace Peckham of Lebanon The Boy Chums In Florida. 6 Walter V. Gavigan of "Wlllimantic The Boy Scouts m Maine woods. 7 Helen E. Frink of Norwich When a Man's a Man. 8 Rose Wetner of Norwich The Red Cross Girls With the Russian Army. Prize winners living in the city may call at The Bulletin business office for them at any hour after 10 a. m. on Thursday. LETTERS OF ACKNOWLEDGMENT Grace Mahoney, of Colchester Thank you very much for the thrift stamp I received. I was surprised when I got it Mary Peleehatz, of Willimantc: Many thanks for my prize book, The Navy Boys at the Siege of Havana. I think it is very Interesting. Helen E. Frink, of Norwich: I think you very much for the thrift stamp you awarded me. I will try to win more in the future. STORIES WRITTEN BY WIDE AWAKES. The Gleaners. At one time, some years ago, there was very little work and many poor people had not even enough bread to eat. To help them a kind man of fered to give a loaf of bread to every one who asked for it. A great many went for the bread, and each one seemed to try to get the largest loaf. All except one little girl, who waited till the others were helped. Then she took what was of fered to her, said "Thank you!" and went oft happy. This happened more than once, and the man who gave away the bread saw how modest the child was. One day, when the girl's mother broke the loaf to give It to her hun gry little ones, out tumbled four or five dollars. The gool woman was surprised. "These are not ours." she said. "Take , them back to him who gave you the loaf." The child did as she was told. "The dollars are for you, my dear," said the man. "I have watched you from day to day. While you needed the bread as much as anyone you waited till the others were helped. These dollar? are your reward. Give them to your mother. The mother of such a child is a good woman, I am sure." GERALDINE GAREAU, Age 12. Southbride, Mass. My Immigration to America, tion. I decided to embark to America, where . rriiild hr-. a froo man o ni rn have to bear persecution. Alter oeing on the seas for many days, the thrilling cry of "Land!" was None but those who have been there into a Frefrtiman,s bosom when he cum?s in su?nt or Aew xork. It is the land of freedom in which everyone has his own rights, and France and America nave long Deen friendly countries. ish excitement. One great thing that i mi luiuiiftiau . la Lite tic Statue of Liberty which is the sign ul rcace ana rreeaom 10 ail new comers. I nnrimri the hln nf wax prowled about guarding the coast against anv icind nf fn Our vnvi f wno rrt rat - ,-, a.vffc vrvw JCL, iui UUI next stop was at Ellis Island, where our eyes must be tested and our whole body examined before we were allowed to depart to the homes of our rela tives. As I was standing on the deck of the steamer waiting to land. I caught sight of a man who thought himself the most important of the crowd. I judged so by noticing his calculating brow and restless air. His hands were thrust into his pockets and he was whistling and walking to and fro. He was one of the owners of the ship. All at nnr a wn-mon j . . ".xn aicjipeu oui OI the crowd. She was of humble dress and looked sad and disappointed, for she could not find her friend. Sudden ly I heard a faint voice call her by name. It was from a poor sailor who had been ill all of the voyage, and had Eleventh Prize, J0.25. - ONE OF THE GREATEST MOTHERS IN THE WORLD, by Stella Bolieau of Goodyear, Conn. excited the sympathy of all on board. HORACE FECKHAM, Age 13. Lebanon. Longfellow. Perhaps the most beloved and wide ly read of American poets is Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. A greater prophet of beauty never lived, save the immortal Shakespeare, than the poet-teacher of Cambridge. His works have a charm which cannot be denned in mere words; a beauty of expression which only the cultured soul can fully appreciate. The one who said: "The poetry of Longfellow is a gospel of good-will set to music. It has carried sweetness and light to thousands of homes. It is blended with our holiest affections and our immortal hopes," has voiced the appreciation of millions in his words. I know of no poet, living or dead, who has written such thoroughly en joyable poems. His works have a certain life-giving effluessence about them which refresh one s soul as the sparkling waters of the oasis do the tired and famished traveler. His "Courtship of Miles Standish," telling of the love of John Alden for Priscilla Mullens, with the scene laid at historic Plymouth, is one of the most exquisite romances ever written in verse. Then his 'Evangeline.'! immortaliz ing the expulsion of the Arcadians, with its beautiful descriptive passages and sweet heroine, will ever delight the true lover or poetry. '"Hiawatha" is perhaps the best known of his longer poems, as since its first publication the whole or se lections from it have been reprinted in numberless volumes of verse and countless schoolbooks; it is written in a peculiar metre and in its sim plicity of beauty must be read care fully to be fully appreciated. It will always rank as one of the masterpieces of American literature a lasting me morial of the life and traditions of the now almost extinct Indian. Besides these notable epics, Long fellow has given us some prose and a great many shorter poetical pieces. "The Village Blacksmith" and "Chil dren's Hour" are chanted by a chorus of youthful voices in almost every schoolroom in the country. What better memorial could a poet have than to have engraven upon the hearts of thousands his most price less words? Longfellow's poems are cherished by almost every American as standing for the highest and noblest ideals of the nation. This love of Longfellow is not provincial, nor is it alone national; it is almost universal. England has shown her appreciation by placing a bust of Longfellow in the Poets' Cor ner of Westminster Abbey. If the beautiful philosophy contained in some of Longfellow's poetry had been taught in German schools instead of the gos- Ipel of hate, conscience might play some part in the making up of German character. How appropriate today are these words from Long fellow's "The Build ing of the Ship:" "Sail on, nor fear to breast .the sea! Our hearts, our homes are all with thee. Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears, Our faith triumphant o'er our fears, Are all with thee are all with thee!" Although written many years ago, we have no grander words to express the spirit of the American people towards their government than this selection from their beloved poet. WALTER V. GAVIGAN. "Willimantic. A Brave Soldier. There Was once a man nicely built, just fit to pass the examinations for war. The man's name was Lincoln Spear: and in a few months he was called to the colors. First he was sent to Camp Devens, for a few months of good training, and then he was sent to France. He did not like there, he lik- Eighth Prize, $0.S5. AT THE SEASHORE, by Eloise C. ,6 1 ed "Home, Sweet Home."' best of all. One bright morning the signal rang, every one was expected to be in line ready to go to fight the Germans. Lincoln hated this, but . he would do all he could to help win this great war. Soon they were near No Man's Land ready to fight. If you were there you could see almost two or three soldiers fall wounded. Lincoln soon dropped wounded. He laid there two or three days suffering and no one came to help him. The fourth day the ambu lance came to the spot where Lincoln lay almost dving. Had he laid there one hour longer he would have been dead. He was rushed to the hospital as soon as possible. His arm was band aged up and he lay in the hospital until he was better. Now he is on the battlefield again fighting for his beloved country. Pome day Lincom expects to be home telling about his glorious time in fighting for his country. He may be able to say, "I was one of the many men who helped to capture the kais ei." MIRIAM SHEVESHEVSKT, Norwich. Age 10. A Gift to the Red Cross. For many years it has been the cus tom at Cony High school for the freshman class to give to the school some costly present, generally a piece of statuary, at the end of the school year. This year about . a month before school closed, the principal sent word to all of the freshmen to meet in the assembly hail. Each Creshman is supposed to give fifty cents toward the present. Mr. Cobb then expressed a wish that instead of making a present of statuary that year, why not raise as much money as possible and give it to the Red Cross, instead. Everyone seemed much pleased with the idea, so it was then planned that instead of giving some ornamental present to the school we would give to the Red Cross. Freshman presentation Is alwavs held Monday evening at 8 o'clock, on June 18. One of the teachers wrote out a short programme. There were onlv six that took part We formed in one of the rooms downstairs. At 8 o'clock we marched up to the assembly hail and around the room twice. We then took our seats. Mr. Cobb and Mr. Stuart were both seated on the platform. They both spoke. Four of the freshmen read essays. There was a violin solo by one of the girls. One girl played a piece on the pia.no. we ended by singing The Star spangled Banner. ARLENE PEARL, Age 14. Augusta, Me. A Birthday Gift of a Work Basket I am a rosewood workbasket with tnree trays containing two balls of tape, four spools of thread, one thim ble, and one pair of scissors. My lin ing is maae or nowerea silk. I once lay in a shop with other baskets. A lady came in and bought me. I was tnen sent to a poor girl as a birth day gift. Words cannot tell how pleased she was. She at once began to plan what to do with me. At last she thought or a plan to maKe her mother a dress So she made a dress of gray calit-o trimmed with lace, and caught at the throat with bits of gray ribbon which she had saved. Her mother was so pleased with her new dress that she bought her little girl a new coat and had her ini tials engraved on the basket. She also bought some cloth, lace and ribbon, and the girl is now planning to make as many clothes as the family needs, and so lighten her mother's work. CAROLINE C. LAWTON, Age 13. Warrenviile, Conn. Smith of Norwich. WIDE-AWAKE EVERGREEN INN. By Louise M. Haynes. ' "Quick! Ned! Get up and look out the window! The snow has drifted in the night so much, it must be ten feet deep out there!" and Henry hop ped about excitedly. Ned leaped out of bed and ran to the window. "Let's dig a tunnel this morning to the " big spruce-tree," he cried, "Hooray!" Both boys dressed as quickly as possible and were soon through their breakfast and ready to go out In the snow. "We can start down the path shovel ed and begin to tunnel where the drift is so high," Henry said. The boys worked fast as the snow was light, and the tunnel progressed rapidly. "What would become of us if it caved in?" Ned asked. "In don't believe we would have a very hard time to dig ourselves to the top, because you see the snow is not heavy," Henry answered, Suddenly a light came into the tun nel at the end where they were dig ging, and through the opening they saw The loveliest little evergreen room, formed by the dropping branches of tne spruce-tree. What a grand playhouse. Henry! We'll have this tunnel for our private entrance, and nobody else can come in. Just look at the birds hidden m the branches from the storm all kinds." Both boys peered excitedly through the opening in the end of the tunnel at the birds. "I don't see what they can find to eat," said Ned. "Let's go into the house and get them some food, they must be nearly starving by this time.'' The children ran to the house and called to their mother, asking if she could give them anything for the cold, hungry birds. 'My teacher says beef suet is fine for them in winter, Henry suggest ed, "and chickadees like nuts and sunflower seeds." "The boys hurried back through the tunnel with their hands full of food. Clearing away the small amount of snow there was under the evergreen boughs, they scattered the seed and nut meats on the ground. Then they tied the suet on the branches and crept back into their tunnel, where they could see all that happened. Im mediately the ground was covered with chickadees and other seed-eating birds, while woodpeckers, nut- batches and others, were feasting on the suet ravenously. There was quite a chirping after they had eaten a few minutes, as though the birds were do ing their best to thank the kind little boys for their thoughtfulness Ned and Henry kept food under the spruce-tree all winter, and called the snug shelter made by drooping branches, "Evergreen Inn." The birds soon grew so tame that they let the boys come into the little enclosure and would perch on their heads and shoulders in the most friendly man ner. Henry, who was a very good whistler, learned to imitate their notes and they would answer him. Both bovs enjoyed their bird menus and Evergreen Inn so much that they LETTERS TO UNCLE JED. ' A Picnic in the Woods. Dear Uncle Jed: One fine summer morning 'Bess, Rob and Louis started out to spend the day in the woods,1 taking old Jacob along to protect tnem from harm. To Bess, who had never been in the woods before, they were a wonderland and a fairy tale all in one. Through the lacelike network of leaves the sun sent its golden shafts of light. The scarlet berries, the feathery ferns, tho soft green moss, the purple sea of foxglove, nature's harmony of light and color made tne spot most beautiful. All the morning they roamed about, Bess finding new treasures on every hand. At length they began to feel hun gry, so Jacob and koo gatnerea tne firewood, Louis built the fire while Bess filled the kettle and 6et it on to boil. Then she spread the tablecloth on the mossy ground and placed upon it dainties mother had prepared ror them. What good things there were in the baskets! The bakey white biscuits spread with golden butter, the delicious cakes and cookies which tasted so good to the children that they ate every crumb. Then as a surprise there was the pail of sweet wild strawberries that kind old Jacob had picked for them. After finishing their dinner ithey found favorite seats on the gnarled roots of old trees and sat down to plan how they should spend the afternoon. They decided to gather some lovely wild flowers and make bouquets for their dear mother. This was mother's birthday and she was to take tea in the club room in honor of the event. The children picked many beautiful bouquets and tied them up with bright colored ribbons. They then departed for home, hav ing spent a most delightful day in the woods. HELEN E. FRINK, Age 14. Norwich. Benefit for the Red Cross. Dear Uncle Jed: I am going to tell you about the play we had for the benefit of the Red Cross. It was held Sunday, July 14th, 1918, at 2- p. m. We had six girls and one boy for actors. They were Hannah Curiam'. Eva, Rose and Morris Mogel, Mary Blumenthal and Rose Weiner. The first thing on the program was A Real Patriot, by Eva Mogel, Morris Mogel and Rose Weiner. 2. There's a Service Flag Flying at Our House, by Rose Weiner. 3. Henry, My Son, by Hannah Cur land and Rose Weiner. 4. A Spanish Waltz, by Rose Weiner. 5. Just Break the News to Mother, by Hannah Curland and Rose Weiner. 6. The Naughty Nurse, by Hannah Curland, Rose Mogel and Rose Weiner. 7. Joan of Arc, by Hannah Curland and Rose Mogel. 8. The Glow Worm, by Rose Wei ner. 9. The Marseillaise, by Eva Mogel, Rose Mogel and Hannah Curland. 10. The Sabbath Play, by all. 11. Poor Butterfly, by Hannah Cur land and Rose Weiner. 12. The Red Cross, by Mary Blu menthal nad Eva Mogel. At the end of this act Rose Weiner went around collecting money in a soldier's hat and earned $0.31. 13. The Honeybees, by Rose Weiner. 14. Just a Baby's Prayer at Twi light, by Hannah Curland and Rose Weiner. 15. The Handkerchief Dance, by Rose Weiner. 16. Liberty Bell, Keep the Home Fires Burning, The Star Spangled Banner, and My Country' Tis of Thee, were sung by the audience and actors. I had the play in my yard: I had a tent put up and decorated it with American 'flags. We earned $4.52. We brought the money to the Red Cross the next day. They thanked us for it and put a piece about it in the paper. ROSE WEINER. Norwich. BRIEF STATE NEWS New Britain. The number of hunt ers' licenses issued at the town clerk's office to date this year is 257 as against 420 a year ago. Deep River. Some mean thief broke Into the grammar school building a STORIES felt sorry to see the snow melt and to have the birds leave the old spruce- tree lor me open woods; but they are looking forward to seeing them re turn when the snow is deep again. FRENCH CHILDREN. "I sometimes boast of my memories," said Uncle Sam, "for I wa3 quite a lad when the Civil . war began, but they don't amount to much compared with those the boys and girls of France wall carry throughout their lives. "Suppose while you were working away as usual in the old school room a whistle were to sound a siren, so that there might be no mistake about you hearing it. And suppose you and all the other boys and girls started for safety the instant you heard it, rushing pellmell into the cellar. Sup pose a big shell were to fali, demol ishing five or six houses and damag ing as many more and covering the schoolyard with splinters. These shells would come every fifteen min- utes and you would stay" in the dark till the bombardment was over, but you would be worrying over your mothers, and big sisters who were working in the open (the fathers and big brothers are all away at the bat ue front). Even the children of France have to carry burdens nowa days." There was an expression on Oscar's face that led Uncle Sam to continue: ' No doubt you think there would be some first rate excitement 1 in that situation, but suppose you were to go home axter it was over and find your home gone." Yes,' indeed, that happens." said Janet. "I read the other day a storv that a lady who had visited France told here in Chicago. She said that twenty of the refugees who had been brought to Paris were asked one day in school to make pictures of a home. When the drawings were handed in It was found tnat seventeen of the chil rlren had dYawn a house in flames. A house burning up was what seemed most natural to them, poor things Jimmie looked rather" sober. "Can we do anything?" he asked. "Yes, indeed," replied Uncle Sam. "There is an American society that collects funds and forwards them to a committee in Paris that works un der the direction of the French gov ernment, to feed and clothe these destitute boys and girls. It costs only $3 a month to feed one of these chil dren 10 cents a day, and one may have the name of the child (or whom his money is used and receive letters from him or his mother. A friend cf mine has a picture of the child he is helping. "Oh, Uncle Sam," cried Janet, "do adopt ono of those orphans' We'll all chip in to pay every month. Ask the committee to select a girl and let me correspond with her in Franch. I could 'lo ever so many things to please her. We would be friends, and I should learn to read and write Freri-h better madamoiselle will help. Please do, Uncle Sam!" "Well, maybe I will. I shall have to consult Mrs. Walter Brewster of Lake Forest and learn to get. into the game. I guess that among us we can raise ten cents a day for Janet's orphan." few nights ago and stole $50 in money, of which at least $30 belonged to the Junior Red Cross. Middlebury. Between Oct. 1, 1917, and Oct. 1, 1918, the people of Middle- Third Prize, $0.7s. LITTLE HOME GARDENERS, by - Net Contents 15Iluid)racl it:" .Z'".r Lo pep ohnt. a similaUntffeelbodbTl&gala t. tingtiieStoiMdsS ' ' OieerfsilnsssandEesttotsftJ ?r nHhM-ftotom.Morpniaena f B Mineral. Notnarco a fcrinfidSemeiyfof -".'"-jr.. T-rfniirrhoeas t-vP and revenbimcoc Facsimile Siioam. ' Exact Copy of Wrapper. lw n EA,i,lflYm f-rr :-,rM,-r-, , - - ,n llt&&&mM tliaI.IVIMWlIMIUIJIMllll.l Ul J.","!!'4WP!,r!e bury have contributed by means of food sales and cash donations the sum of $444.99 toward the food for France fund. Ridgefield. Rev. John M. Deyo.ol Ridgefield has accepted a call to be come pastor of the First Congrega tional church of Danbury, to succeed Rev. Joseph Hooker Twichell, former ly of Hartford, now a chaplain with the American army in France. BristoT. An opportunity is afforded Bristol school teachers who are taking an enforced vacation to render dis tinct helpful and patriotic service by going into some- of the factories while schools are closed. They are needed, and the places are awaiting them at good pay. Hartford. Mr. and Mrs. Henry J. Spies of Montclair, N. J., announce the engagement of their daughter, Miss Helen Spies, to Lieut. Charles H. Redfield, son of Mr. and Mrs. Edward D. Redfield of Hartford. Lieutenant Redfield has served in the ambulance corps in Prance and returned to this country last year to resume his studies a Yale university. Watertown. At the recent republi can caucus M. E. Brahen, present in cumbent, was endorsed as first select man for the coming year. Mr. Brahen had already been renominated by the democratic party. This is probably the first time in the history of Water town that the office of first selectman was not a bone of contention between the two partits. Mr. Brahen has held the office for the past five years. Portland. A hawser weighing over 6.000 pounds, 19 inches in circumfer ence and 1,200 feet long was unloaded by the New York boat at the Middle town landing the other morning. It came from Kingston, where it was used for launching one of the big new boats on the Hudson. Its mate arrived by the boat the following day and they were used in launching the big boat just finished at the Gildersleeve yard at 1 o'clock Saturday afternoon. The girl who looks forward to a matrimonial alliance should not be forward looking. Lillian A. Murphy of Norwich, Conn. For Infants and CMldrea. Mothers Know lat Genuine Castirli Always Bears the Signature of 4T 1 1 LS 4 Ter Over Thirty Years