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Such queer messages, too. At first I could Hear only a buzz
ing sound or a tick-tick but soon these sounds became more
Intelligible. The first was from Chicago and informed me
that wheat was 'down.' What possible use could a telegraph
wire have for such information? But anything to pass the
time, thought I.
"You'll remember I said it was a pretty cold day, yet if
you will helieve it, one message was an order for a dozen
bathing suits of a flimsy materialand another requested
a. dozen sunshades to be sent. I have often wondered where
those telegrams started, for certainly no"^me in my imme
diate vicinity could be desirous of possessing either a' sun
shade or a bathing suit with the thermometer at 30 degrees
below zero. NeverthelessBur-r-r-r-r! - Tick-tick-k-k!"
That was all I heard and I quietly resumed my -walk, having:
meanwhile something to think about.
A Eighth Grade, Louise W. Rounds,
Sumner School. 546 Humboldt Avenue N.
"Dear, dear me!" I heard a voice exclaim near me. "An-
other railroad accident!" It was a telegraph wire like myself
talking. I felt sorry for it and sorry for the people who were
hurt in the accident. I thought it strange that just as she
said that the news of a happy marriage was flashed to
"Washington over me,
I will tell you what we see and what we often hear. We
are wires reaching from "Wash
ington, D. C, to Minneapolis. We
are strung on poles through many
a little village and then through
large cities. Then again through
a long, flat plain which is green
in summer time and covered with
the pure, white snow in winter.
We can see not only the gor
geous, sun rise and set and also
the lovely moon. We see a
5 great many pleasant sights even
if wc do hear some sad messages.
We sometimes get tired hearing
geous sun rise and set but also
litical news, returns from the
elections, safe arrivals a nd mar
riages. But as we hear all the
news and see pleasant sights we
are, altogether, not sorry that we
are telegraph wires.
012 Sixth Avenue S.
A Sixth Grade,-
AFTER THE STORM.
A great .many messages pass
back and forth across me day
after day, although I am situated
in just a large stretch of farm
land. There are a great many
storms here, but I remember one
which I thought would be
It happened in the evening,
gone across me which read like this:
stornx coming. Prepare. J. H- Haris
it came from or anything about it, except what I have here
stated. Oh, how I dreaded those wind stormi! Great black
clouds soon were seen in the west and I knew what was in
them. The wind began to blow. Its strength increased, and
that wind did a great deal of damage. I -was torn down and
tangled. The thunder pealed loud and incessantly. Would it
never stop? I thought not. But after what seemed ages it
stopped. I lay in a tangled heap for days, but at last men
came and straightened me out, and fixed me up in place. As
I looked out over the farm lands, how different things looked!
Instead of comfortable homes there were houses with broken
windows, doors blown down and roofs gone. There were also,
new houses going up. I believe that storm did more harm
than any I ever lived through. But here comes a message
and I must attend to my business. Good-by.
B Seventh Grade, Meta Wiberg,
Whittier School. . 2617 First Avenue S.
One day it was very hot and I was resting on my poles.
A light breeze was singing around me, when a queer feeling
ran through me. I was stretched along a new railroad line
and this queer feeling -was a telegram telling those at the
other end of my body that the first train was coming over the
road. As I was A'ery high in the air I could see the train
coming far off. Soon it went by with a rush and a snort that
really startled me, telegraph wire that I am. After awhile a
series of clicks flashed through me, and as I read them I
understood them to say that the train had been wrecked,
After that I was clicking for about an hour telling about the
People do not like to have anyone prying into their pri
vate affairs, but they don't seem to know, that I hear every
thing. I have brothers and sisters in all parts of the world
and if it were not for'me and my cousin "telephone" where
would the world be? Paul V. Jones,
A Seventh Grade, 4440 Thomas Avenue S.
Lake Harriet School.
Here I am, all alone on this vast prairie with nothing
near but wild flowers growing at my feet. I suppose you do
not know I am a long telegraph wire. Every day people send
messages by me all kinds of messages, some about war, some
about deaths. Once I heard some men talking. They had
been repairing some wires and one said: "I think telegraphs
are very convenient." And the other replied, "I think they
are, too." So I am happy to think that I am so useful even
if I am all alone. In June I love to look at the prairie be
cause it is full of wild roses. They are so thick that one
could not walk among them without crushing them. I like
to look down on the tall grass nodding to and fro in the
breeze it looks like a large wave. Freda Tensaw.
B Fifth Grade, 823 Third Avenue NE.
THE JOURNAL JUNIOR, MINNEAPOLIS, MINNESOTA, SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 28, 1903 I
OVER FLAT PRAIRIES.
WHILE ZEPHYRS SANG.
A RIOT OF ROSES.
TENDER GRAZING FOR LAMBS.
I am a telegraph wire in a pasture of a large sheep ranch
in Montana. I am high in the a ir and often watch the sheep
and little lambs as they feed on the sweet grfss and tender
blossoms. Sometimes I wish I were a sheep instead of a
common telegraph wire. Still it is pleasant to be so high in
the air and to look on the whole country around. In the
morning I see the sun rise before anyone else and see the
sun's rays last of all as it sinks below the horizon. So it is
not so bad after all to be a telegraph wire.
A Seventh Grade, Nellie Knight,
Blaine School. 1011 Third Street N.
' Am I not a wonderful thing. - friends? I look simple,
rugge- and awkward, staked upon long posts driyen into the
erround, but I'm not. You are walking past me back and
SIMPLE AND RUGGED.
the end of me.
A message had just
"Bad wind and thunder
' I do not know where
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forth on the street and complaining, "Why do you stand on
my boulevard, spoiling my lawn, taking the beauty away,
from the house and making all sorts of trouble. Sit down
and think what is passing over my wires every long day, year
after year. Ages ago there were business men sitting in
their chairs day after day, wishing that there was a tele
graph. Some had boys, but some nad to go themselves, if
they wanted to speak a few words in the wildest and coldest
weather. But now a man can send a few words through my
wires with very little trouble. I am one of the most wonderful
things in existence, so people say.
A Sixth Grade, Wilfred Jepsen,
Monroe School. 2525 Ninth Street S.
It always makes me feel sad and depressed when I carry
sad news, but when the news is good I feel very happy, in
deed. I am kept busy all the time, I very seldom get any
rest, but that does not injure my health in the least. I see
many amusing sights through the day, being so high in the
air. One day early last summer as I was carrying a mes
sage I happened to spy a group of boys picking raspberries in
a field. Not far off an old, bent woman was also picking
as .fast as she was able. When she had filled her pail she
went to get another she had left hanging on the boughs of
a tree. One of the boys said, "Oh, there goes old Mother
Jones let's go and hide her berries she won't know we did
TARTS FOR TOMMY STOUT.
WASHINGTON CROSSING THE DELAWARE.
From the Touth's Companion.
it." But another who had a kinder heart, said, "Oh. no, I
would not do that let's get one of her pails and fill it, and
then put it back. Won't that surprise her?" So they all helped
and soon the pail was filled with the ripe, red berries. "When
the old lady saw what the boys had done she was'so pleased
she did not know what to say, but she told the boys she
would do something for them some day.
One cold afternoon this winter I noticed the same three
boys sliding down a hill just back of Mother Jones' cottage.
Just before the boys went home she called them in and asKed
them to sample her raspberry taits. When she told them
the jam on them was made from the berries they picked
for her that day last summer, they thought themselves well
rewarded, for the tarts certainly tasted good to the cold and
hungry boys. Henry Clauson,
B Fifth Grade, . 1914 Tenth Avenue S.
"My, how good this telegram feels it even makes me feel
warm, although around me blustering winds are blowing,"
said a telegraph wire to his mate opposite. "What is that im
portant message?" questioned the other. "Oh, in a day or
two many carloads of coal will arrive in the towns and cities
of the northwest," was the answer. "That is indeed a very
good message and will spread much joy and _ _ happiness
through every home. This also reminds me of .a dispatch
passing through me this morning, stating that the city of
Minneapolis has raised a large sum of money for the famine
stricken people of Norway, Sweden- and Finland. I am sure
this will be fully as much appreciated as the one you just
passed," was the reply of the other \Kire.
"I hope ypu are as happy as I am to think that the many
families suffering from want of food or fuel will be relieved,"
was the triumphant response. "There now, we must stop
our conversation here and attend to the present messages
passing and we hope they will promise as much good as the
preceding ones did." Frieda Beck,
A Seventh Grade, 609 Fourteenth Avenue S.
SOME COMFORTING 'GRAMS.
"My course," said the telegraph 'wire, "is from the city
of New York to San Francisco. I carry, many messages, both
sad and pleasant. In big cities I see men driving heavy drays
and trolley cars and stores line the business streets. In the
country I see great fields of growing grain and cattle roam
ing in the pastures. In the morning and evening the milk
maids go to milk the eriws, singing their songs as they go.
Still farther on we may see great herds of cattle roaming on
the western plains. Farther on I go up the mountains I see
men trying to find gold. Some have already found it and
are mining it. In some places trains pass me and could
almost touch me if they try. When we arrive in California
great groves of oranges, lemons and grapes may be seen. In
some places I see ostriches with beautiful plumes.
A Sixth Grade, - Inette Aspelin,
Greeley School. 2533 Thirteen th Avenue S.
A CHARMING PANORAMA.
A TROOP OF CHATTERING MONKEYS.
One day last fall something happened that was very
amusing to me and other wires. Suddenly a message flashed
along me. "Send quick ten donkeys and six cows." Soon an- -
other came back, "In about two weeks they are ha rd to get."
It must have been taken for cows and' monkeys.
In about two weeks a heavy rain caused a washout in
a part of the track, and it had not been discovered. I was
thinking of the train that was to come after the storm. Soon
it came. Crack, crash!! Out of a box car cameI could hardly
believe my eyesa troop of ten monkeys. They seemed to
think the engineer had caused the trouble, and they made
straight for him over the rubbish and everything, chattering
and making as much nuoise as they could. The engineer
landed on the bank of the washout half dazed. When the
monkeys reached him they were so- angry they fairly
screamed. The poor engineer must have thought his day had
come. They pulled his hair and clothes and danced around
him. Soon the wrecking train came and the crew caught
the monkeys and cows, cleared^ up.- the wreckage and _mend4
the track. Then business weitt on as usual. *',.-.
A Sixth Grarde, Herbert Berry,
Lake Harriet School. ' '2405 W Forty-second Street.
What was to be done with me, a coil of copper wire, I
pondered one day in a warehouse of one of the large rail
roads as I lay with other coils. Many days we had lain there
until I grew quite tired of .the monotony of this room whoso
only means of lighting was a small dusty window. The only
things we saw aside from each other were rats, who came
running across the floor almost every minute. I began to
wish for a change and to think that any kind of life would be
better than this, when two men entered. From their con
versation I gleaned the fact that we were to''be used as tele
graph wires between two small towns, where the country was
very wild. I was greatly disappointed when I learned these
facts, for I felt that we should be very lonesome.
However, two days later found us upon the tall poles
beginning another kind of life. The date of our stringing -was
April 10, 1865. Things went well with no incidents of in
terest until April 15, 1865, a message was sent along me stat
ing that President Lincoln had died. Now I had heard of his
sterling qualities and felt badly over his death. The next
week several interesting telegrams were transmitted over US,
and one day one telegram ran thus: "Mary, be sure to water
the plants and feed the bird, keep
the cat out of the parlor, feed the
interest attaching to meteorites, of course, centers around
the fact that they enable us to obtain glimpses of the com
position of other worlds than ours. Astronomy is well agreed
upon the unity of chemical composition which marks the
orbs, and even the simple fact that it is hydrogen gas which
blazes in the sun and gives us our light and heat is a testi
mony to this fact. Meteoric iron and carbon similarly dis
play links between these irregularly-moving bodies and our
Mama was baking pies one day and was interrupted by
company. Not wishing to leave her guest, she sent her little
girl to look in the oven. Little May came running back
saying, "Oh, mama, the pies are all getting rusty."The
IN DUSTY SECLUSION. '
What Happened to the Pies.
goldfish, lock the house at night,
keep things in order will be home
to-morrow.Mrs. John ."
Over this one I laughed long and
loudly. Cosmas Mullowney,
3132 Columbus Avenue.
B Eighth Grade,
Horace Mann School. t
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Visitors From Other Worlds.
The meteors that flash across
the sky at certain yearly periods
usually burn out in the upper air,
but occasionally a meteoric' mass
lasts long enough to reach the
earth. One fell on May 15, 1900,
at Felix, Ala. Meteors were seen
on the occasion referred to and
sundry explosions -were heard,
while later on a rnass of meteoric
substance weighing seven pounds
was discovered imbedded in soft
soil. This meteorite was analyzed
and found to be built up of such
minerals as olivine, augite, triol
ite, nickel-iron, and graphite car
bon. The dark color of the Felix
stone is stated to be due to the
presence in fair amount of the
last-named substance. The