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The Herald Junior FLORENCE BOSARD LAWRENCE, Editor The Herald Junior Is published by The Her •lS company for the children of the south west. It is devoted to their interests and t.'III publish principally their own writing*. Alt children of public school age are welcome a- contributors. The editor wishes to encour age correspondence and suggestions from the teachers. The editor will be In her office for visitor* Monday afternoon from I until 5 o'clock and Saturday from 12:30 until 3 o'clock In the afternoon. Special appointments may be made by telephone. All prize winners living In Los Angelea must call for their prizes within two weeks after the award of tame. v." inner of prizes for three honorable mentions must present copies of the stories, letters or limericks as published and claim their frizes. Prize winners living out of town will receive their prizes by mall without request, except for honorable mention, in which case coptei* of the stories, letters or limericks must bo cut>mitted and the prize claimed. By a special arrangement with the circula tion department. Aunt Laurie Is enabled to meke the following announcement: Whenever a prise of a book or of one dollar Is awarded in a Junior, that prize will be exchanged If d* fired for subscription to The Herald as fa- Icws: A one dollar prize m*y be exchanged for a six months' subscription, while » book win be exchanged for a three ..lonths" sub scription. This is entirely optional with each boy nnj Kill, and no effort whatever will be made to persuade any one to take the alternate prize. Ii Is offered merely because of some lament* which have cc c from boys and girls whose parents do not and will not lake the paper, and this arrangement would enable the boys or girls to have the pape.- for themselves. MAY DAY KINDNESS My Dear Boys and Girls: THE topics which are announced this week ought to prove inter esting to you. I have given thoughtful consideration to them, and hope you will find them to your liking. The current topics subject is one on which I hope to have many responses. The California laws seem to display much discrimination in the matter of guardianship of children, and I want to know what the boys and girls of the Junior think of the matter. The sub ject is one which you might all use for debate in your school contests, and it is certainly one in which your parents can offer many suggestions for you. They will each have ideas upon the subject which you are at perfect lib erty to incorporate in your letters to me, if you give them credit for the ideas and do not take their views as your own. The young artists will find oppor tunity for humorous work in illustrat ing the adventures of Johnny and his roller coaster. I hope that all those boys whose tastes lead to caricature will make good use of this opportunity and draw their pictures just as funny as they can make them. It will be good practice for every one to try for some thing amusing this time, and it will delight me very much if I receive a great many pictures for the contest. The writers will have a chance to write a regular thriller this week, and I would like to have the stories just as astonishing as you can make them. Let no adventure be too exciting, no .imaginative flight too high to use for this story; and if you can think of some most unusual "tail," something no one else would think of, you will be that much nearer winning the prize. By the time you read this letter you will all be celebrating May day, and I can imagine the lovely little baskets of flowers which you have placed at the doors of your friends' homes. I trust that in sending these little tokens of remembrance and affection you have tried to remember some of the older members of the . neighborhood. Each of you knows where some feeble old man or tired, lonely woman lives; and since there may be no loving little hands in the immediate household to carry the token of springtime to them, why not let one of your baskets go to such a house, and just see how de lighted the residents will be at your thoughtfulness and consideration, and how their eyes will brighten and their smiles come quickly when they realize the friendly errand which has brought you. The writers who are goingsto tell us about a visit to the old farm may use some actual experience, or they may write a fictitious account of such a visit. 1 would prefer that It be some experience, you have known about, even if the visitors were friends or some members of your family instead of you yourself. The topics for the immediate week are all easy for you to write upon, and I am particularly anxious that writers for the Current Topics subject shall take some pains to discover about the juvenile court and its place in Los Angeles affairs. With love to you all, AUNT LAURIE. LOS ANGELES SUNDAY HERALD—JUNIOR SECTION Billy's Whale—When and Where He Caught It SAY, children, how would you like to go over on Great river for a week of camping out, fishing and hunting?" This was the question asked by Mr. Potter of his two sons, Jean and Billy, aged, respectively, 12 and 10. "Oh, papa, do you mean it?" cried Billy, leaping from his chair and wav ing his arms over ITis head in his glad excitement, while a broad smile covered his older brother's face as hv said, enthusiastically: "it would be groat, papa! Shall we go soon?" "This week —tomorrow, if we can be ready so soon,'' replied Mr. Potter. "Your mother says she can have our grub-box ready, and all we have to do is to get out our old last summer's fishing clothes, our tackle and tent. The tent is all right, doesn't need any repairs, for I had it put into good shape last summer after we had used it. So all that is necessary is for us to work getting our traps together." "Gee, we'll be ready, all right, papa." cried Billy. "I could be in shape to start this afternoon." And he bound ed away from the breakfast table and up the stairs to his own room, where he began to gather together the things he would want during his outing. "Billy won't eat another bite till he is in camp," laughed Mrs. Potter. "He's so excitable, bless his dear heart. And like as not he'll get some things packed that he doesn't need, and others that he does want will be left behind. So if you'll excuse me, papa and Jean, I'll run upstairs and see to his getting ready." "Well, I guess we're all through breakfast, anyway," said Mr. Potter. "Appetite is easily satisfied when »mmmm-mmmimmmmmmmmtmmmmmmm^. A GREAT MONSTER OF A FiSH LEAPED INTO THE AIR, TUGGED AT THE LINE AND FELL BACK INTO THE WATER there is a scheme afoot for going on an outing. Eh, Jean?" "That's right, sir," laughed Jean, pushing aside his plate, on which re mained half a fluffy, delicious waffle, covered with maple syrup. "At any other time, papa, I couldn't leave that waffle. But just now I haven't a bit more appetite. I've had my fill." "Then we—you and I —will see about the tent," said Mr. Potter. "Hope the rats haven't gotten about it." And ac companied by Jean, Mr. Potter went to the attic to pull out the camping tent. To his satisfaction he found the mice and rats had not bothered it, and that it was in splendid condition. After the tent had been carried down to the back yard and opened out for inspec tion Mr. Potter and Jean got the camp ing blankets together, hung them on the clothes line for airing and brush ing. Then the "grub-box" was got from the cellar and carried to the kitchen, for Mrs. Potter and Bridget were already preparing the edibles which were to fill it. Save for bread, butter, crackers, choese, a cake and some doughnuts, the food would be uncooked and would consist of bacon, ham, beans, potatoes and some sort of dried fruit. "Whenever Mr. Potter and his boys went camping they' had plen ty to eat, for Mr. Potter played cook while the boys fished, swam, hunted and explored. And as the boys al ways returned to camp half starved their "cook" endeavored to alays have a good meal waiting for them. Of course, Mr. Potter did not al ways remain at the tent, bending over the eampfire, but often cast in a line himself, puling out some tine finnles, and also he took his plunge in the re- freshing water, along with the boys, but a little of such entertainment sufficed and he found much time for attending to the needs of the inner man and boy. "We'll get up very early In the morning—say 5 o'clock," paid Mr. Pot ter to his sons that evening as they all sat at dinner. "Then we'll got to Great river before Vie heated part of the day. And old Dandy won't mind the load in the cool of the morning." Old Dandy was the driving horse be longing to the Potters and was always considered one of the family. "Yes, that's right, papa," acquiesced Jean. "It's a pretty good load for Dandy—the wagon, tent, grub-box and \vt> throe. And, of course, there are many other things to add to the weight, Mich as bedding, our rubber boots, Bshinff tackle, etc." "Oh. Dandy won't feel such a load," smiled Mrs. Potter. "And he'll be so glad to net to the country—ln the fine woods. Were it not for Sister Agnes' coming to visit us next week and such a lot to be done in preparation for her visit, I would join you, for a taste of nature, camping out with papa anil my boys would bo very enjoyable." "Oh, I wish you would go with lift, mamma," cried both Joan and Billy in a breath. Then Mr. Potter added his persuasion to his wife, boKKinp her to go with them for a few days, if she could not remain the entire week. But Mrs. Potter declined, saying that she would go with them the next summer, and that they would then make great preparation for a whole month of camping and fishing. When the clock struck fl the Potter family hurried off to bed, for the mule members must be up and stirring by 5. Old Dandy would have to be fed and hitched to the light buckboard, a wag on Mr. Potter had bought for just such occasions as this one. .The pretty, ar tistic little basket phaeton was 'well enough for driving about the town, but would never answer for carrying a camping outfit, besides making room for three occupants. After going to bed Billy lay awake a long time. Then gradually his eyes closed In slumber. Hut scarcely had he lost himself in the Land of Nod when he was called by his mother, who told him It was time to dress. With sleep still in his eyes, Billy got Into his clothes as fast as he could and ran down to the gate, where old Dandy stood hitched to the buckboard, which was packed to its capacity with tent, grub box, cooking utensils, fishing tackle, bedding and odds and ends in the form of camp accessories. Billy tumbled into his place beside his fa ther and Jean, all three sitting on the one spring seat. Then Mr. Potter picked up the reins and away went old Dandy, trotting off toward the line wooded hills in the distance, which marked the borders oj the Great river bottoms. And before Billy had hardly come out of his morning sleep they drew up at a cozy nook betewen two cllffllke banks which made a walled-in house. A few feet away rolled the waters of Great river, and the bank which led to It was &reen and mossy. Fine trees shaded their camping place, and pretty soon all were out of the wagon, work ing like Turks, setting the camp in order. But Billy, eager to get to fish ing, flx(.d a rod and line, baited the hook and stole off down to the river, sayingl nothing to his father or brother about his intention. Seating himself on the brink of the stream, he threw his line far out over the water, the hook dipping far down into the blue cur rent. Hardly had the hook disap peared when Billy felt a strong jerk nt his line. Quickly he began to reel it, but the weight at the other end was so terribly heavy that it almost dragged him Into the water and he feared the line would break. Then as he was slowly ir-eling in the line a great mon ster of a fish leaped into the air, tugged at the linn and fell hack Into the water, still he.d by Uilly's hook. When Billy's eyes l.eh.'ld that "fish they almost bulged from his head, for It was no ordinary fish, but a tremendously big one. stiu reeling:, Billy sot up a cry for helv>, calling at the top of his voice: "Papa, Jenn, come quickly! I've got a whale! Come, come for dear life's sake! I can't hold him much longer! He will orag me Into the water If you don't hurry! Gee, but he's a whoppor!" "He.-c., .«on, what does all this mean? Come, shake yourself awake, my boy!" It was Billy's father's voice that spoke In his oar, a voice which seemed far away and strange ,and broke In upon Billy's cry for help. Then, tr< mbllng In every limb from excitement, Billy slowly opened his eyes rind beheld his father, In night robe, standing; beside him. And, look- Ing about, Billy saw that he was in his own llttla room, sitting upright In the bed, Idling over its edge In a strange position. Then the truth dawned upon him. H' had been dreaming. With a look >f disappointment in his face, In lay back on his pillow, saying slowly: "Gee piipa! It was the biggest fish you 3ver saw If only It might have been >-\re enough and not a dream. Why, it was BO strong that It almost draggvl me In. What a pity It wasn't true!" And Hilly sighed as he said Mr. Pottor laughed heartily, then said: "Well, son, you made enough noise to have caught a shark—or a whole school of them. I was roused from my sleep by a voice crying: 'Help, papal Come: It's a whale! Gee! It's a whale' I ran to your room, for the sounds had proceeded from there, and when I turned on the light saw you leaning over the side of the bed. afl though it were a river bank, holding onto an Imaginary pole and bracing yourself in the bed as though you were being pulled from it. I felt sorry to wake you, sonny, for I knew how disappointed you would be to find your fish was but a dream. But necessity demanded that I bring you to your senses; otherwise your cries for help would have brought a policeman. Say, sonny, you have fine lungs all right. And Mr. Potter fell to laughing again. "I guess anybody would have fine Inngs—lf they they had caught a whale," declared Billy. "But, say, papa, haven't we been up yet? Haven't we started for the camp ground?" "No, Billy; it's just 2 o'clock, and you have three hours to sleep yet. So turn on your side and close your bat ters. Oood night, fisherman." "Call me whaler," murmured Billy, smilingly. Then he fell asleep, to dream no ntbre of fish that nlsht. and when he jumped out at 5 o'clock in the normlnir he jumped out of bed with a hurruh: "Off for the camp." PERSONAL CHATS WITH THE HERALD JUNIORS Dear Aunt Laurie: I was a very happy girl this morn- Ing when I saw I received first prize. I thank you a thousand times. I also thank you for the honorahle mention. We had a picnic last Saturday. The girls of the seventh and eighth grades went with the seventh grade teacher to Long Beach. We had a delightful time. Your niece, MADGE VAN NESS. Compton. Dear Aunt Laurie: I want to thank you very much for awarding me second prize in writers' contest. When was the Herald Junior first started. Aunt Laurie? I've been writing for It for most a year now. and as prizes In books have received "Gar den of Girls," "Stories of Greece and Rome" and "From Sue to Susan." They are all fine. I will take the book for second prize, Aunt Laurie. Thanking you beforehand, I remain as ever your loving niece. HELEN G. MACE. Long Beach, H. P. D. No. 1, box SOSE. [The Herald Junior was first pub llsMed in October, two years ago.l •. • ■ Dear Aunt Laurie: My papa commenced to take The Herald two or three weeks ago and I intended to write to you before, but did not. I enjoy reading the Herald Junior very much and I would like to become one of your nieces if you haven't too many of them already lam in the A class of the 7th grade In the Gardena Grammar school and I am 11 years old, almost 12. ESTHER M. TAYLOR. Gardena school, grade 7. CHILDREN'S SAYINGS "Tommy," said his mother, "go into the front room and see if grandpa is asleep." Tommy found the old gentleman snoring. "Yes, mamma," he reported; "he's asleep all but his nose."