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my cover is broken and I seem to be doomed to lie in that cramped position all night. A Seventh Grade, Helene Chamberlin, I Emerson School. 102 Thirteenth Street S. FINDING HIS FRIENDS. It was in one cold day in December my little mistress, Eva, was down town with her nurse, bnying Christmas presents and I was trotting along by their side when suddenly I eaught sight of a big, kind-looking St. Bernard with whom I wanted to get acquainted immedi ately. I started off after her without even glancing back at my little mistress. This big dog's name was Doris and she was lumbering along after a fine carriage. The streets of 0 are crowded, and I soon lost sight of my would-be friend and without knowing where I was going I soon wandered into the slums. Here a thin, ragged boy saw me and ran home with me to his mother. This woman, tho thin and poor, was honest, and told her son to take me to the Humane. Soeiety, for I certainly was owned by some one who loved me, judging from my appearanee. Meanwhile, little Eva was hunting and phoning all over the city, and when she found me, she rewarded the poor boy well. This taught me that Eva is the best friend I kave in the world, after all. Jessie Davidson, A Fifth Grade, 219 Pleasant Street SE. Motley School. IS A KERNEL'S ADVENTURE. This day a great thing happened to me. I was torn from my home. Then I was carried to the house by a little boy and my coat was torn off. I do not know what became of it. Then I was put in a wire cage and a little girl held me over a hot place. Soon I began to cry and pop open. I did not stay in that cage long and then I was dumped into a dish and something wet was poured on me then something like was added. I did not know what to think of this, but did not say anything, for they would not have understood me any way. Sixth Grade, Grace Durose, Minnehaha School. 4159 Hiawatha Avenue. __ UNCUS JERRY NOT AFRAID. This morning, the thirty-first of October, I was lying in the window of a grocery store. Finally I was picked up by the grocer and handed to a little boy, who opened bis eyes and smacked his lips, exclaiming, Oh, but that's a fine onel "Well be able to scare many people with that!" He carried me home and calling his older brother out of the house went into the woodshed, where they cut holes which they called eyes, nose and mouth, out of my side. They then laid me on the shelf, where I remained staring around until the boys came home from school. As soon as it was dark, the boys put a candle inside me and started out for some fun. The first house they vis ited was that, of old Uncle Jerry, a colored man, who lives alone in a house around the corner. They put me on the window and then began to pound on the window and door, expecting Uncle Jerry to come out the door and chase them. Instead, he came quietly around the corner of the house, unnoticed by the boys, and grasping the boy who held me by the collar, snatched me away from him and ran into the house with me, locking the door after him. The boys knew it would be useless to ask for me, because Uncle Jerry was their enemy. I heard one of them say, "Oh, let's go home. We can't have any more fun without the pumpkin." So maybe they went home. Eighth Grade, Marie Gau, Jackson School. 1712 Seventh Street S. THINGS TO FORGET. On the first day of November, 1902, very early, a. peculiar, cracking sound came thru the forest. I had never heard this sound before, and I went out of my den to see what caused it. I stalked out, leaving my wife and children in the den. I had not gone far when I saw something that stood on two feet instead of four. He was also holding something like a stick in his hands. He raised this stick and then came that cracking noise, and I felt my foot sting. I was about to dispateh him when some more of those two-legged beings walked up, and I thought I would better get out. As I fled I saw that these strange creatures went on in the direction of my den and when I finally arrived there I found to my grief that my cubs and wife were gone. I do not believe I will keep any more diary, for I want to forget these things. A Fifth Grade, George Hardy, Bryant School. 3210 Fourth Avenue S. ALL READY TO GROW. I have had many adventures today. I will tell you what they are. A little girl found us under some chest nuttrees. She put us in a big bag and I wondered where we were to be carried. I soon found out. She came to a i pi sit downg and wlittle werbrookt. It snowed today and while I was watching the snow, in came my young master with the saddle and bridle. He threw on the saddle and fastened the girth so tight I nearly bit him then he loosened it and put on the bridle. When he got outside where it was cold I began playing with the snow. He rode me to the house and ,_ eame out with a whip. I eould not see why he should take a whip, and I did not like it. When we had crossed the bridge in the hollow I tried to run, and in trying to hold me in he dropped the whip. I waited till he was half on and then began bucking. When I had thrown him I galloped home. I was stopped at the gate by the boy's father, who had seen all. Sixth Grad-^, Wendell Long, Whit Her School. 2620 Garfield Avenue. pu down on the ground.a Shto was sittin by a Ther was a little hole in the bag and I fell out the brook caught me and carried me to some nice, soft, rich earth. I passed some small ant holes and fell into one and WCJ soon out of sight. will tell you what my name is now. I am a little chestnut. Hildur Johnson, A Sixth Grade, 1215 Lincoln Street NE. Sheridan School. MISCHIEF IN HIS HEELS. MISS MURPHY'S COMPLAINT. With many others of my kind I lay in a big bin for a long time. Nothing happened until this morning, when the farmer looked us over and in a little while put us in a wagon and started off. I thought at first I should like to ride a long way, but by the time we had reached the road I changed my mind. The horses went so fast and there were so many bumps on the road, I began to wish they would stop, but on they went till I lost my senses. When I became conscious again we were standing be side a big building. I thought my troubles were about THE JOURNAL JUNIOR, MINNEAPOLIS, MINNESOTA, SUNDAY MORNING, NOVEMBER 12, 1905. 7 over when I saw the horses were unhitched, but not so. A man fastened a chain to the bottom of the wagon. Then I felt the box lift and the next instant it turned over, and I fell into a big dark bin. Oh, such a falll My face was partly skinned and I was terribly hurt. In about five minutes we were taken out and washed, then cut up very fine with sharp knives and put thru a sieve. My skin, or peel, as the men called it, was washed into the lake, but my nice white pulp went thru the sieve and into a large tank under two feet of water. As I lay there thinking of the terrible experience I had just gone thro, I began, to wonder what- was going to happen next. Just then one of the men said, "These nice pota toes will make splendid starch." A Sixth Grade, Edgar Larrine, Tuttle School. 327 Buchanan Street NE. A New Use For a Pigtail. Chums. A DROWSY DAY. A leaf from a small boy's diary: Dec. 27, 1904. Got up early this morning before six to carry wood for mother. I'd lots rather have slept, tho. Had breakfast at seven, and father gave me a quarter to spend on candy and peanuts. I wish I had not eaten so much of that candy, for I felt queer and did not eat any dinner, but I had a good nap even if I could not eat. I had to take a dose of medicine which I am sure no one would like. I also ate a hearty supper to make up for not eating any dinner. Had to go to bed at nine. Gee, but a day like this makes a fellow sleepy. Oh, I forgot. I have promised mother I would try not to say "Gee." Good night, everybody. Esther Soderstrom, A Seventh Grade, 1401 Jefferson Street NE. Holland School. FROM EARLY MORN. I am a big fat horse and this is the diary of one day in my life. 5:00 a.m.Here is my master. He is taking me out for a drive to the city, ten miles away, and he only gave me a panful of oats and about a mouthful of hay. 8:30 a.m.I am at the city and as hungry as can be. Oh! The funniest thing passed me. It had no horses at tached to it and it made the queerest sound as it went by. 10:30 a.m.My master has put me in a stable. It is very large, but not clean. 11:00 a.m.A nice, big dinner. Oh, it was good. I feel all right now. My master is not really stingy and he is very good to me. 12:30 p.m.Here is my master. I am glad, because I am going home. 2:30 p.m.Just reached home. Had quite a large load. Master is rubbing me down and giving me a drink. 6:00 p.m.I am done with my supper now and I am going to Bleep, so I will close my diary for today. Good night.An Old Horse. Grace Maeby, A. Seventh Grade, 826 Twenty-third Avenue S. Seward School. THINGS HE USED TO DO. This is a page from a diary I kept for our dog, "Beggie," who is now dead. Eight-thirty in the morn ing he drank the cat's milk for which he was punished by a number of scratches. Five minutes later he took my little sister's candy. He was punished with a little stick. He managed to keep quiet untiPnoon. Then he aw the bread box was open and helped himself to a loaf of bread. He was punished by being made to finish it, whieh he seemed to find very hard wof%. This done, he went to the house next door and drank some water out of their rain barrel. The lady chased him off with her sharp tongue. I then gave him some water to drink, and he slept behind the kitchen stove until night. A Sixth Grade, Mabel Mossberg, Monroe School. 609 Twenty-third Avenue S. DOGS PLAY "MAKE-BELIEVE.' April 29, 1905.My master gave me a fine breakfast of bones and fresh milk. Wlren I first came here he liked me so well that he -used to break my food so I should not have to take the trouble but now he gives me large bones and large pieces of bread to chew for he knows I like that better. After I had finished my breakfast I went over to play with a dog I know. We pretended we were Indians and ehased rabbits and squirrels in the woods back of his house. He is the best fellow around here he is a hunter and his name is Hunt. After awhile we went over to my house, where we found two bones. I gave him one. We were eating them with relish when Blacky and Troubles came over. They are two dogs who live down the shore a way. They tried to take our bones, but Hunt and I each took one and we had a regular set to out in the yard until my mistress came out with a broom and began to beat us. After they had gone home Hunt and I ate our bones with our mouths full of hair from their backs. Hunt took his bone home, but I left mine for some other time. A Sixth Grade, Kenneth Merriman, Calhoun School. 3010 Humboldt Avenue. A STRANGE DAY. 9 a.m.Just got up and oh, sueh a fix as I was in! Some one (I suppose it was my brother) had a funny streak and when I was dreaming all nice and safe, he pinned the bed clothes together, and I had a hard time trying to get out of bed. Father says, "It's an ill wind which blows nobody good," and I think so too, for I was up so late I could not go to school. 10 a.m.I have been learning to bake. Bridget says maybe I '11 be a cook some day, and she thinks I 'ni a real good boywhen I'm asleep. 11 a.m.I've been having heaps of fun. I played I was a band and mother said she could not hear herself think. 1 pulled the cat's tail and tickled her under the chin and I'm sure that cat is real fond of me. 1 p.m.Have just eaten a tremendous dinner and am sleepy, and I know I've a headache for mother says I must go to school. 3 p.m.I feel dreadfully because I said to teacher that my mother had just caught a great big rat in our cellar and she tied a paper around my mouth. 4 p.m.I am very, very naughty. I stepped on a little girl's toe and did not say "You're welcome," I mean "Excuse me"and I had to stay after school and sit with my hands folded. 9 p.m.Well, I must go to bed. Father says I'm a naughty boy and mother says I'm just like my father and Bridget won't give me any cake. I must have jumped out on the wrong side of the bed. Ninth Grade, Bernice I. Pratt, Central High School. 303 E Fifteenth Street. A HELPFUL BLOWER. Dec. 29.Today I worked hard. I blew the snow in big drifts. I made the little school children hurry on their way. I whistled down chimneys and bent trees almost to the ground. I rang the bell in the old village church. I heard someone say that the sleighride was not going to to be held on account of the wind. At recess I played tag with the children. I blew a cap far out into the field and raced with them to get it. I gave them a merry chase but at last a boy caught it. They heard the bell ring and began to run. I helped them and they wre in time. I started for home after all my fun with the children and on the way I met a man riding. I helped a great deal by making the horse run fast. I next met men out in the field. They were very cold from tramping thru the field. I pushed them onward so that they reached home mueh quicker. Harry Pool, Sixth Grade, 2531 Jackson Street NE. Van Cleve School. A SILKEN-WINGED SEED. The sun burst from the golden, pink and purple clouds in the eastern sky and beamed down upon us where we clung to our mother thistle. A gentle wind came and blew us all in different directions. I blew along the road toward the city. At length, as I raced along a city street I saw an old lady and a ragged little newsboy standing at a sandwich counter. The little boy bought some sandwiches, but when he saw the lady looking so hungry at them he gave them to her. A little farther down the street some children were playing in the mud. Here and there were groups of children on their way to school. There were men on their way to work and ladies out for a morning drive. I blew against the coat of a man and was carried into a large^ building. The man on whose coat I was went to a window, said "some thing to the man within and gave him some little round things. In exchange for these he received a long piece of paper. The man then went outside and entered a large thing that people call a train. We rode for a long time past many posts, lakes and little villages, till at last the train stopped and we alighted. Then the wind carried me along until I blew in a little crack on the roof of a house and here I may possibly grow some day into a large thistle. Ethel Rundquist, Seventh Grade, 2539 Central Avenue. Prescott School. te A WOODEN DISTURBER. Slam, bang! I had fallen on the floor. Then I heard teacher say, "John, was that your rulerf Put it in the chalk tray and buy a paper ruler this afternoon." John had pushed me off his desk while working arithme tic. I was put in the chalk tray and stayed there for about an hour, until the children went home for dinner. Then someone took me out of the tray. Pretty soon I heard someone say, "What are you doing with that rulert" I have to buy a new one," I heard John say, and he put me in his coat, where I soon fell out. Pretty soon a girl carried me to the office and here I am, wait ing for someone to claim me. Lloyd Raberge, A Fifth Grade, 2110 Fourth Avenue a Garfield School.