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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.
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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."