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NORWICH BULLETIN, THURSTJKT, OCTOBER TO, .T918
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
4. Original stories or letters only
will be used.
5. Write your name, age and ad
dress plainly at the bottom of the
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
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.
O may we die for thee.
Proclaiming unto all the earth .
Our love of liberty;
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
The thoughts of great nations to
While treading the pathway up life's
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
God's little ones humble and meek.
The little wild dwellers in woodland
So harmless, so merry and gay.
O, leave them In peace through their
grpen haunts to rove,
Nor darken their brief happy day.
I speak for our friends on the hot
Who toil the long weary day
And often with harshness and negli
Dumb, helplees, yet faithful and
if I may help them less suffering
Err they sleep 'neath the green
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
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
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
It is very difficult to find beneath the
lower stone of a wall or to the scat
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
Prize winners living in the city may
call at The Bulletin business office for
them at any hour after 10 a. m. on
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
"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
GERALDINE GAREAU, Age 12.
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
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
I nnrimri the hln nf wax
prowled about guarding the coast
against anv icind nf fn
Our vnvi f wno rrt rat
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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.
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
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
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
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
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
Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our
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.
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.
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
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
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,
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
This year about . a month before
school closed, the principal sent word
to all of the freshmen to meet in the
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
One of the teachers wrote out a
short programme. There were onlv
six that took part
We formed in one of the rooms
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
Four of the freshmen read essays.
There was a violin solo by one of the
girls. One girl played a piece on the
we ended by singing The Star
ARLENE PEARL, Age 14.
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
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.
Smith of Norwich.
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
"Let's dig a tunnel this morning to
the " big spruce-tree," he cried,
Both boys dressed as quickly as
possible and were soon through their
breakfast and ready to go out In the
"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
"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
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
"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
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
All the morning they roamed about,
Bess finding new treasures on every
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 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
They then departed for home, hav
ing spent a most delightful day in the
HELEN E. FRINK, Age 14.
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
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
15. The Handkerchief Dance, by
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.
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
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.
"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
"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
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
"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,
"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.
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bury have contributed by means of
food sales and cash donations the sum
of $444.99 toward the food for France
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
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
Lillian A. Murphy of Norwich, Conn.
For Infants and CMldrea.
Mothers Know lat
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