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EMMA DAVIS.
IDOLPHIE LAIN.
JULIA WARREN.
MABEL SPRAY.
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ELSIE TERRILL.
MARY ENTLER.
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VOL. 1-rQS KO. 33
The Courier Junior
Published by
THE COURIER PRINTING CO.,
OTTUMWA, IOWA.
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MATILDA DEVEREAUX.
EDITOR.
ROLL OF HONOR.
MARY ELIZABETH WELLMAN.
MILRE SCOTT,
BERYL DANIELS. I*
JENNIE PREVO.. ,V
MAE CHAMP, :"1
JESSIE SCOTT.
RHODA DAVIS.
AGNES ASKLOF.
., ADDI® CHENEY
EDITH VAWTHR.
^ARTHUR SWANSON.
ADDA CAINS.
ifiERYL DANIELS.
^CHLOA MTJLHOLLl
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-t ZULU M. TAYLOR.
^GEORGE ROLAND.
RFLORENCE :PATTERSON.
8MMA DAVIS.
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NORMA "DANIELS
DALE ZENTZ.
BEATRICE LYNCH.,'
MYRTLE MILLS.
MAE THOMPSON.
"BRIE WILSON.
SOME TIMELY ADVICE.
Two weeks ago today we suggested
that the girls write essays on ('Boys,"
as an answer to the essay on "Girls,"
written by George Lewis.
Well, several of the Junior girls have
sent in essays on "Boys/* but they do
not meet with the approval of the edi
tor. Sometimes when little folks
try to, bo'funny they get smart and use
expressions that do not look very well
tn cold black type. We are sorry to say
that this is the spirit displayed by the
few Junior girls who sent in .essays.
TJie editor feels sure that they would
f««el jpretty. "silly" if tjjeir essays were
published, so as to avoid such embar'
rassment, the essays were all thrown
in the waste basket, and the editor does
not even remember the writers' names.
George Lewis still holds the prize es
say, although he did not get a prize.
The Juniors had better let George have
the honors. His work was truly orig
inal.
'We received a Junior letter lately in
which the writer asked us to omit her
n&me for "private reasons." It is
hardly necessary to say that this letter
was immediately consigned to the
•waste basket. This page is a. place
Where
the Juniors
:,ar,s
supposed to-, be
allvfriends .and where they*will -soon
know each- other by name a£ lea,st. go
this Junior must write, again if she
wishes lier
ve££orts
to be published and
sign her name like all the rest of the
dear Juniors..
Our next contest will be a little
different from the former ones.'
We want the Juniors to name
all the counties in Iowa and
the largest city: ot town in each
county. The rules of the contest will
he as follows: The paper must reach
the office between March 12 and March
14. The prize will be awarded to the
Junior sending in the neatest paper,
as well as the correct number of coun
ties. Write on one side of the paper
only sign your name, give your cor
rect Address and state your age.
Sfelect your prizes from the following
list: A book, work box, string of
beads, knife, doll or stick pin.
POLICEMAN AND LITTLEST GIRL.
"ThP nicest man I ever saw,"
Said little Nan to ine,
"Is- the one, who stands outside
school
When we're let out at three.
our
"He's dressed Just as the soldiers are
He wears gold buttons, too
And he stands up so proud and straight
jThe Vfay the soldiers do.
"JJe always says, 'Come, little kids,
I'll take you-'cross the street,' and
I guess 'cause I'm the' littlest girl
He always holds my hand.
"And all the cars and horses stop-r
.-He's so big they don't dare
To say 'Get up' and drive 'em on,
Because he's standing there.
"He makes believe to chase' the boys,
1 And shakes his fist, and then
I ,H6 laughs and laughs, and they all
f-f come'
Scampering back again,
"Sometimes he pats me on the head
And says, 'Ho, little girl,
You going to wait till Christmas comes
To cut me-oft that curl?'
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"And one time when it rained, the
street
Was muddy, and I cried
He picked me up and carried
Right to the other side
"The nicest man I ever saw,"
1 Said little Nan to me,
'Is the one who stands outside our
school
-^When we're let out at. three
—St. Nicholas.
WHEN"SANDY"SAVED THE SHOW.
In the beginning it should be under
that the American circus of out
immediate time is a different—a very
different thing from that "wagon
show" for instance to which Toby Ty
ler atached himself by rolling his
slight body within a length of canvas.
Our circus is a world unto Itself, di
vided into social circles quite as is the
larger outer world Its life Is Its own,
sufficient unto the season. Our cir
cus has its workers and Its players,
its sweating toilers and Its performing
aristocrats, and its, government is like
the government of'a state.
Or, perhaps, It would be more to the
purpose to compare it to a great man
ufacturing plant giving employment
to upward of one thousand men-and
women, each skilled In his or her de
partment whether it be caring tor the
"chandeliers," building the tiers of
seats, selling peanuts, in the "menag
erie tent," looping the gap, or exhibit
ing the educated horses or acting ele
phants. But the directorate of the
great circus must overcome obstacles
that the ordinary manufacturer never
experiences. The first of these is that
it must feed the army of employes
three times a day in the "cook tent
and, second, it must change the site
of its plant and erect and raise its can
vas factory every day. And it does
this, mind you, to manufacture a com
modity without which the American
public Is disinclined to exiat—enter
tainment.
All this is offered as preliminary to
the statement that "Sandy" was a very
small wheel—Indeed, a single cog in
a very small wheel—in the circus me
chanism.
After it was all over George Arling
ton, the "privilege man," whose func
tion it was to operate the side-show,
the program, the candy stands, and the
cook tent, thrust his thumbs under his
braces and remarked:
"I told you so." But he had not nev
ertheless.
To be sure Arlington selected "San
dy" from a multitude of other appli
cants Just before the show left New
Yock, but if he perceived elements In
the make-up of the little red haired
Scotchman which were hidden to the
rest of us, he did not point them out,
as it were, but left everything to
time, and as it so often does, time told
in the case of "Sandy."
He had no other name, had "Sandy."
He had been a bootblack, and a news
boy of course he had slept beneath
the shelter of arches In his time and
had once gone for two days without
food. Because the city had, in his
opinion, treated him shabbily, he dis
liked the' city, wherein he differed
widely from his companions of the
pavement. The departure, of the cir
cus seemed to offer him a means of
escape.- He asked for a ."Job." What
was more to the purpose—wit^- "San
dy,"—he got one.
He was the only inexperienced man
"on the stand" in the menagerie tent.
Accordingly he became at once the
butt of Billy Johnson's Witticisms,
Billy being the "boss" candy man. As
for "Sandy" vhe did not take the time
to reply he was busy. For the first
week this business of his was proceed'
ing in the"big-top,"consisted of watch
ing the animals. The second week he
I was sent among the "reserved seats"
with a basket of cracker-Jack find pop
corn, and'his "sales" were .so very few
that Johnson, the .nqxt day, watched
him. The reason was apparent' "San
dy" was all intent upon the perform
ance in the rings. Afterward Johnson
"talked to him like a father,"as he told
Arlington, whereat the later observed
from the wealth of his experience,
"Keep your eye on him, but he'll de
liver the goods after a bit. He's
Scotch."
Everything about the show interest
ed "Sandy." At first, as I have said, it
was the animals that enlisted his
closest study. He became friendly
with George Conklln, the "boss animal
man" and learned a lot about ele
phants in captivity, that neither the
natural historians nor the native ma
houts of India know! "Sandy" stored
this knowledge away in one of the
niches of his brain and took up the
"cat animals." Concerning these he
a further mass of curious information
from "Scotty" who in his day had
cared for the mighty Jumbo as a moth
er might care for her first-born, but
who now, in his age, was a minor fac
totum among the red "dens" wherein
the "cats" growled so lustily of a Sun
day for the food that is always denied
them on that day.
If "Sandy" had a motive in familiar
izing himself with the real "show" in
all its myriad details, he did not make
It public. Thompson's opinion in the
matter was accepted generally:—
"He's Jes' cur'us" he said, "he'll git
over it.'
But the way he absorbed the meth
ods of the ring performers and the
zeal that he displayed in emulating
their generally dangerous examples in
the deserted "big-top' between shows,
when nearly every one connected with
the circus was taking the customary
early supper in the "cook tent," au
gured ill for any discontinuance of his
imitative activity.
As the days lengthened Into weeks,
and the miles between the show and
New York became more and more,
"Sandy" developed Into "a little of ev
erything." He was a "fair candy butch
er," a third rate ground tumbler, a
tenth-rate clown and a mediocre rider
in the "hippodrome events" that closed
the big show. But one thing he was
not, unqualifiedly, was not. He was
not an incline rider. And above all
else on earth riding the dizzy incline
and shooting off through space at the
bottom to drop upon a second plat
form forty feet away was the summum
bonum of '-Sandy's" weird ambition.
When the fanfare of trumpets from
the militarA band in the "big tent" an
nounced Vrn'o's "Death-Defying Leap
Through S»ce," as the program defin
ed the act.Bnd all else came to a halt
in the tflee rings, "Sandy" would
rush dovnAe dusty length of the me
nagerie teH to the end and there,
throufih thBaisle- watch. .Vlro. "de­
scribe the aerial arc"—to quote again
from the alliterative program.
Nor did the. act seem to lose Its
charm for "Sandy." Indeed there is
every reason to believe that the thrills
which passed over him as Viro "cut
the arc" increased each time he watch
ed the rider shoot down the narrow
planking astride his eighty pound bi
cycle equipped with stirrup pedals and
a semi-rigid fork.
One afternoon "Sandy" said to Bil
ly Thompson:—
"What does Vlro git fer rldln' down
dat board?" ,/
A
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"Bight hundred a week."
"Sandy's" lower Jaw fell he gued
Into space over the back of a sway
ing elephant near by.
"Eight hundred a week,' he mur
mured. Then he took out p. great sil
ver watch, one of the flrBt purchases
he made after "Joining' out."
He followed the minute hand with a
stumpy forefinger, the while Thompson
watched him from the tall of his eye.
"Whatche doln?" he Inquired.
"He does it In eight seconds" mur
mured "Sandy."
He looked away pver the elephant's
hack again and Thompson saw his'lips
move. '1
Then:
"He gits more a second than do a
week," he declared dreamily.
"Yah! Yah!" Jeered Billy. "Listen to
him! Say, 'Sandy,' why don't you see
Mister Arlington, like as not he'll put
yet in de sideshow an' Larry'll git
some new talk, an' dey'll bounce de
snake charmer an* bill ye as Sandy
MacGoogle, th'. Lightnln' Calculator
from th' Heelands of Scotland!"
"Shut up" ejaculated "Sandy" and
resumed filling the little paper bags
with peanuts.
-—Frank Harris in Pilgrim's.
V! (To be Continued.)
Harry's mother had baked a cake
apd put a file in it and gave it to Harry
in the evening. Harry filed his way
out that night and escaped.
The next morning William went to
give -him his breakfast, but he was
not there. It was William's duty to find
Harry. He remembered an old cave
they had hid in from Indians when
they uyent to school. He was going
there.,...:
went
and
homei Sh^'said,' "No. biit I will "tell
Ihiin when he comes home." Harry
said, 'Could I have his coat?" The
wqman gave him his overcoat and
Harry left. He hid in the cave,' but
no sooner got hid than here came Wil
liam. William said. "O, I hate to, but
it is my duty to take you back to jail."
Harry replied, "You will never take
me back alive." William says, "I must
take you back and if you do not sur
render before I count three I will shoot
you." They both had a gun. He began
to count three, one, two, three and they
both shot. Harry had shot William
first and he managed to get up and
put his coat over William.
When Charlie came home his wife
told him all about it. He went to the
cave and there they both lay lifeless
on the ground. William was dead and
Harry's heart was beating faintly. You
can guess what Charlie did—gathered
up both schoolmates and gave both a
Christian burial.
Sauled
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JUNIOR 8TORIE8.
THE SCHOOLMATES.
Once upon a time there was three
schoolmates. Their names were
Charles, William and Harry.
They all had finished Penn college
and had a good education. One day
they got to talking what they was go
ing to be. William says, "I'm going to
study law." Harry says, "I'm going
to see the wprld and enjoy myself
while I'm young." Charlie did not say
what he was going to be.
Charlie had fallen in love with one
of his schoolmates and had married
her and had worked on a farm. He
settled down to be a good man.
Harry -had forged a note and was
put In Jail for It. William was the turn
key. He recognized Harry, but never
said a word.
Eflie Brown, age 13.
TOMMY, THE SEAL.
*i -i(A True Story.)
One day when Mr. Wise was out in
his long Indian canoe, Ashing, he saw
a baby seal on a rock not far away.
He pushed- his canoe over to the rock
and picked up the seal. It was fast
asleep, and did not know there was a
man near until he lifted it into the
boat. The poor little thing was very
unhappy and cried to get back into
the water. Mr. Wise wished to keep
it so he took it home to his wife, and
they fed and petted it until it became
quite tame, and would go about the
house like a dog.
After it had been with them a few
weeks, it became so fond of them that
it would not leave the house for more
than an hour at a time. Mrs. Wise
would open the door and send It out
Tommy—that Is what they called it—
would slide the rocks into the sea,
and dive about for a while, catching
flsh. In about an hour he would climb
up to the porch again, and lie there,
crying like a child, until Mrs. Wise
opened the door. Then he would
wag his tall and rub himself against
her feet to show his Joy. He liked
nothing better than to have Mrs.
Wise take him up Ip her arms, or hold
him on her lap.
One day Mrs. Wise put Tommy out
of doors while she went to visit a
neighbor. When he grew tired of
playing, he went up to the door as
usual, and called to get in. When no
one came, he cried Just like a baby.
When Mrs. Wise came home, she
fohnd that he had cried himself sick,
and he was sad all the evening.
Tommy learned a great many tricks.
He was almost as quick at learning
as a dog. He would shake hands, lie
down and pretend to sleep, smoke a
pipe and cry when told to sing.
One day he went out to get his din
ner in the sea, and that was the last
Mrs. Wise ever saw of him. She
that ha followed the tide fax
ru
out into the ocean, and there met scone
of his old playmates, who persuaded
him to stay with them. At any rate,
he never came ba«k, and Mrs. Wise
says she loved him so well, and was
so sorry to lose him that she often
dreams that she hears him crying on
the doorstep. She says that Tommy
the seal, was the nicest baby she ever
had, but then she never had any, other
babies except oat and dog babies.
She never had a sweet baby brottier
or sister, such as you and- I have.
Edna Overturf, aged 12.
Blakesburg, Iowa....
MY MOTHER'S CHAIR
Once I was part of a large oak tree.
Trees grew on either side of me, ana
I was very happy. One cold frosty
morning, two wood cutters came along.
They were looking at the trees. After
a while they turned to me,... "This
would make a fine piece of lumber,"
said one of the men. The next thing
I knew the axes were flying and my
beautiful trunk was cut. Then I
tumbled over and-, lay there for several
days. Then the men came again and
ut me into a large wagon and
me to a sawmill, and there I
was sawed into lumber. 1 was then
taken to the train and shipped to the
plaining mills,' and there I became
nice and smooth. From there I was
sent to a very large building, where
I was sawed and hammered, and glued
jjntil I was made into a nice rocking
chair. Then I was sent to a furni
ture store in the city of Ottumwa and
there I remained with a great many
other chairs, until one day a gentle
man came in and bought. me. The
man took me to an old house and I
thought I would not have a very
happy home. But when I was carried
irito the house I found it very cozy. I
lived in this house nine years in com
pany with a large red rocking chair,
and almost every evening I would rock
the mother while she sang the chil
dren to sleep.. But one day found
myself In a new house and 1 have liv
ed here ever since. I am now sixteen
years old, and do not look very nice
among the other chairs,
BO
:road'."ju6t
time. The
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in summer
I am packed up stairs. But when
winter comes I am carried back to the
sitting room, where the children sit
and rock and get their lessons for
school. I am now covered with a soft
piece of cloth and my back has been
broken and mended. I do not think I
can rock many more years for I aiti
getting weak.
Hazel Johnson, aged 12.
Agency, Iowa, R. F. D. No. 2.
TAMING ANIMALS.
Tommy Merton lived on a farm
where there were a great many horses
and pigs and cattle and sheep. He
had never seen any wild animals, but
he had read about them, and he
thought that it would be a good thing
to catch them in the woods and tame
them. Mr. Barlon said if you want'to
tame animals you must be good to
them and' they will' 'not be afraid of
you. A few days after that-Tommy
out some pieces of bread In •', his
pocket, and went out. to see if he
could find some animals that he might
tame. Tommy was Bitting on the gate
by the barn. He saw a pig which had
run away from his mother Tommy
called pig! pig! pig! come and get
sonw bread. Tommy ran lifter the pig
und caught it by one of its legs. The
pig began to squeal so loudly that Its
mother came running as fast as she
could. And as Tommy turned around
his foot slipped and he fell Into the
inud. The pigi's mother came up just
as Tommy was trying to get up She
soiled him back into the mud. She
left' him there, ^ticking and crying. A
lafg:e flock .of., geesfe.'happened to be
co.mlng -acrosS"' the
at that
young-. goslings •-.were
frightened and ran back, making, ,a'
great noise. But the old gander who
was the leader of the flock flew at
Tommy's legs and pecked him several
times with his bill. Mr. Barlon said
I don't remember that I ever told you
to catch little pigs by their legs.
Merle Arie, aged 8.
DOCTOR BROWN.
I am going to tell your a story about
Doctor Brown, not a man doctor like
the one who comes with his bottles
and his powders to make you well
when you are sick, but a new kind
that I don't believe you ever heard of
before. This story began In house
cleaning time, when the carpets were
up and everybody was as busy as
could be. Ruth would have been busy
too helping do all sorts of things if
she had been well but she had gotter
up that mornlnp' with a sore throat, so
Instead of being at work with the
otherB she had to stay upstairs alone
with her playthings and she was
about the lonesomest little girl you
ever saw. Just after dinner there was
a ring at the door bell, and in came a
bright faced young lady, carrying in
her hand, what do you think, a tiny
fluffy brown chicken for Ruth. That
ended the loneliness for that day for
chickie stayed upstairs with her and
the long hours fairly flew. She fed
him bread crumbs and gave him a
drink from a toy saucer. When he
grew sleepy she rolled him up in a big
soft piece of flannel and put him tc
bed in a shoe box.' When mother
came up to say that supper was ready
she found a very happy little girl, who
cried merrily.- Mother I Just believe
that my chicken has made .me well
and I think We will have to name him
Doctor Brown. So now you know
who Doctor Brown is. He had not
made Ruth quite well that time, but
he came-often• and as .mother said,
"His bill didn't have to be paid."
Irene Ware, aged 10.
Bloomfleld, Iowa.
DOROTHY AND FIDO.
Fido was the name ,of a dog that
lived on the farm where Baby Dorothy
was spending the summer with Aunt
Gertie. Fido and Dorothy were great
playmates, because Fido was so gentle
and seemed to know that Dorothy was
only a little hit of a girl. She could
not run like the older girls and boys
so she and Fido would roll over and
over on the grass and play together in
the woods.
One morning when baby went out to
have her usual romp with Fldo she
found three little puppies running
around and having a glorious time,
chasing one another across the grass.
She hurried back to the house and
told Aunt Gertie what she had dis
covered and asked for a biscuit for a
breakfast for the puppies, but one lit
tle fellow only smelled of the biscuit
and would not eatvlt. Aunt Gertie ex-'
plained that the piippies were too
young to eat biscuits, \so Dorothy gave
the biscuit to Fido, who finished it in
Lora Bowen, aged 8.
ChUllcothe, Iowa.
ABRAHAM LINCOLN.
Abraham Lincoln was born In Har
din or Larue county In Kentucky, Feb.
12, 1809. His ancestors for many
generations were Quakers and be
longed to. Kentucky and Virginia. His
father, Thomas .Lincoln, was married
twice. First, in 1806, to Nancy .Hanks
who was Abraham's mother. And
soon after that Mr. Lincoln married
an old friend and neighbor named
Johnson.
With his, stepmother Abraham al
ways -maintained the best relations.
The family moved to Spencer county
in 1816 which Is in Indiana. When
quite a small boy Abraham worked
with his father, helping him clear
away trees for their new home and
fara.
His mother oould not write but could
read, while his father couldn't do
either.
But young Abraham received one
year of poor schooling which was all
he -ever .got..
But still his mother's Influence may
be guessed by the remark he made
when President. He said: "All that
I am and all that I hope to be I owe
to my sainted mother.
He grew up In a rude log cabin and
the books which he had to read were
very few and were such as Esop's
Fables, Robinson Crusoe, Life of
Washington, Burn's Poems and the
Bible.
He kept a note book and In It he
would jot down his favorite passages.
He was employed a while at $6 a
month to manage a ferry across the
Ohio river.
He was famous as a story teller and
quite a good wrestler. He was six
feet and four Inches tall.
In 1830 the Llncolns moved to Illi
nois, clearing and fencftig fifteen
acrs of land. Shortly, after that he
built a fiat boat with the help of hto
half brother.
Lincoln soon took a trip In his flat
boat down to New Orleans and It was
there that he saw the first glimpse of
slavery.
Linooln kept store a while, was
postmaster at New Salem a while and
was a surveyor in 1834. as you see if
any one was Jack of all trades Lin
coin surely was. -.
Lincoln tnarrled Mary, daughter of
Robert Todd, of Lexington, Kentucky..
In 1848 h^tvas. elected to congress fey
a majority-pf 1,500.
Dprlng Lincoln's administration -was
the war between the north and th^
south, and the abolishing of slavery in
the United States.1
In 1864 Lincoln for the second time
was elected president.
"With malice toward none, with
charity for all, with firmness in right
as God gives
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OTTUMWA IOWA MARCH 6, 1906.^!£D 'T. T-^4" T"FOR THE CHILDREN.
short order. Dprothy thought the
puppies the most beautiful things In
the whole world, and after they began
to eat she would slip out of the house
to feed them with the candy, and
sometimes she would leave a part of
her dinner to take out to' defer little
puppies.
to see the right let
us finish the work we are' in, to bind
up the nation's. wounds," Buch waB
the language of his address.
His work indeed, was near Its com
pletion. .- One, evening he', visited the
Fdfrd the^rp ^accompanied by Mrs.
Lincoln apil a friends:
About 10 o'clock J. W- Booth shot
him through the head and exclaimed:
"The south has had its revenge."
He was burled May 4, 1866. Lin
coln was one of our honored presi
dents and his name is enshrined in
the hearts of his countrymen as one
wh!b delivered them out of bondage.
Avis McGlothlen, age 14.
1 Cedar, Iowa.
JUNIOR LETTER8.
v: Eldon, Iowa.
Dear Editor:
I have been reading the letters In
the Junior and find them very Interest
ing, so I thought I would try and write
one too. Our school was closed on ac
count of smallpox. Sylvia Stansberry,
my lltle schoolmate had the small
pox and was quarantined In for forty
days. My teacher's name Is Keim Tlb
betts. I think he is a nice teach
er. My studies are in the sixth grade,
I study reading, writing, music, arith
metic, grammar, geography, physiology
and spelling. I like the studies very
well. For pets I have two cats and
one calf, the calf's name is Topsy.
I have two sisters, their names be
ing Esther and Edna. Esther is 10
years old and Edna is 14 yearB old.
I guess I will close for this time.
Yours very truly,
Alice Fisher, Age 18j
R. F. D. No. 1.
Eldon, Iowa.
Dear Miss Editor:
I will write a letter. I am a girl 10
years old. My birthday is on the 9th
of February. One of my playmates is
sick. Her name is Yetta Stauffer.
My teacher's name is Miss O'Brien.
She Is a very good teacher. I like
her. Ml little sister Is 8 years old.
I go to the Christian Sunday school.
Our preacher's name is Rev. Coats. I
like to hear him preach. There were
two baptized in our church. I like the
songs that the choir sings. My Sunday
school teacher's name is Miss Bridie
Ritz, Yours truly,
AB
Esther Garrison.
1
Dear Editor:
Agency, Ibwa.
I have never written a letter to
the Courier Junior before I will now
write one and hope It will be In print.
I am 9 years old and have two broth
ers and three sisters. I got to Sunday
school at Bladensburg and my teach
er's name is Bessie Yeager. And I
have a dog and
MB
name is Rover.
I have eight white rabbits, I have to
go a half mile to school. I am in
the fourth reader, I go through the
r-*,..
timber. As my letter Is getting long
I will close, nagu sv&iaMt
:lji§Yours
truly,
«... Lana Yeager.
sifn.v "v Ottumwa, la.
Dear. Editor: -i's* iV.
My papa and mamma take the Dally
Courier. I am glad when the Junior
comes. I like to hear the Junior read.
I am glad that we have a page of our
own.
I go to the Lincoln school. I like
school pretty well. I like my dear
old home in the countt-y better than
town. Last winter while we were In
California we went to the ocean a-flsh
lng. There were a great many tourists
there and caught lots of flsh, large and
small. I saw them catoh one weighing
seventy-five pounds. They caught yel
low tails, halibut, croakers, perch,
mackerel, sca,lpins and little herrings,
and many other kinds that I can not
mention. Now this will do for this
time.
Aaron J. Smith.
110 Ottumwa street.
X'n •••r 1
Keosauqua, Iowa.
Dear Editor:
As have never •written before I
thought I would, write.
I am a boy living on a farm one
mile south of Keosauqua. I go to the
Keosauqua school. My teacher's name
Is Nellie Robinson. I like her very
much.
For pets, I have a horse, two sheep
and a dog.
I have two sisters and no brothers.
As my letter is getting long I, will
close*.
1 rii
Yonrs truly,
James Wilson, Age 10.
R. F, D. No. 1, Box 2,
1
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Dear Editor: I will write arid tall
you what I got for Christmas. I got
a muffler, a handkerchief, a neck
sweater, a book and some candy. I
like to coast and skate. It drifted and
snowed yesterday. It Is thawing to
day. Well as my letter Is getting long
I will close. Yours truly,
R. F. D. No. B.
inches long, the next one is a.
foot and one inch long and my largest
doll Is two feet and 7 inches in length.
My cow's name is Daisy. One day
when my little friend, Goldle Ralston
was here we thought we would wash
Daisy's face and comb her hair, and
when we got that done we thought we
would put my bonnet on her. She
stood very still until we got the bon
net on her, then she ran off from us
and we could not hardly catch her.
My pigs are white. Every time I go
to the pen they are asking for some
thing to eat. I will stop, hoping the
Junior much success.
NOTICb.
All letters for this department must
be addressed: •••.--• -s~\
"Courier Junior,"
&\vt tf« "Ottumwa," jte?
ite" 'is! "Iowa."
Starr, Phyllis Bylhymer and Elma
Swlers. As it is getting bedtime I
will close.
Dear Editor
R. R, NA 1.
Mary Bntlor.
Eldon, Iowa.
Dear Editor:. I am a little girl
years old. I like to reed the letters In
the Courier. I have two brothers and
no sisters. I go to sohool. My teach
er's name Is Miss EJstell* Gobb. For
pets I have two dolls and five little
chickens, a horBe, a oow. I can bake
cake and pie good enough for any
body. My oousin from Chicago visited
me this fall and I baked & pie ^ftd
when he sat down to the table. I said
"I baked this pie." He said It is aw*'
ful good. I will close.
Yours truly,
Elsie Uttlefleld.
R. F. D. No. 1.
Chariton, low*.
3"* A t*
T,
Leslie Foster, aged 9.
Drakevllle, Iowa.
Dear Editor: I am a little girl 9
years old. I go to the Drakevllle
primary school. My teacher's name is
Miss Mlrihlck. Bhe -is A -nice teacher.
I am: In ..the -third reader. For jfets 1
have three dolls, one cow, two pigja
and. some chickens. My smallest doll
is
,7%
Anna Fouts, aged 9.
Keosauqua, Iowa.
Dear Editor: I received my prise
for writing to your paper. I am very
thankful for it. I should have- written
before, but I am going to sohool and
have to study very hard. You will
please accept my thanks for "Peter
Rabbit," as I think very much of it.
I will write again some time.
Your friend,
Mary Bell.
Eldon, Iowa.
Dear Editor: I thank you tor the
beautiful book I received Monday aft
ernoon. I have not started to read
the book of "The Erl Queen." because
I am reading the book of "Blaok
Beauty." Well I will close and thank'
ing you very much for my beautiful
prise, .• Your little friend,
••V,/ Norma Daniel.
Keswick, Iowa,
Dear Editor: I have not written to
the Courier Junior for a long time,
want to thank the editor of the ot the
children of the United States for
sending me those magazines. Our
school wa« out last Friday. We had
an entertainment that night. Those
that didn't take part had to pay ten
cents. We had a flne time and got
$7. We are going to get a globe with
it. The. teacher gave us each a big
card the last day. They are awful
pretty. The same teacher Is going to
teach next summer. Her name is Jen
nie Weldon. She has taught my school
for over a year Nearly all of
OUJ
neighbors are going to move away.
Some of them are going to Canada
We are going to have new neighbors
right across the road from us. Well
as my letter is getting long, I will
close. Yours truly,
Josephine Smith, aged 10.
R. F. D. No. 2.
Keosauqua, Iowa.
Dear Miss Editor: I will try and
write a letter to the Junior. I have
never written before. I would like to
join the circle. I am a little girl 9
years old. I go to school every day. I
am In the third room in the A class
My teacher's name is Nellie Robinson.
I think she is a good teacher. I have
never had to stay In yit after school.
There are fifty-four in my room. My
studies are spelling, reading .arith
metic, geography, music and lan-'
guage. My playmates are Helen
Bertha Vance, aged 9.
Ottumwa,. So. Dale.
I thought would write to the Juni- .•
or. I have never written to this club
before. I used' to be a little Iowa girl
but we moved to South Dakota in
1906. It seemed very lonesome at
first, but it don't seem so lonesome
now.
For pets, I have four lambs. Their.
names are Bille, Boggle, Mary and Mar
mle, and two colts. Their names are
Tommie and Neddie.
I have two brothers and one sister!'v
My brothers' names are James and
LewiB and my sister's name is Neva
Elisabeth. Neva is 16, James is 21
and Lewis is 18. I am 12 years old. I
will write a story, also.
I will close, hoping the Junior suo»,
C«BS. Yours truly,
Ella Schneider.
I I a
Dear Miss Editor:
My school will close in three more
weeks and then we have a long vacs**
tion. We have a great deal of fun
when we, go skating. There are thlr«
ty-six children In sohool, when they
are o^l there. We have about fifty-two
books In our library. My teacher's
name Is Miss Lyna M)ae Hamilton. I
think Bhe is a good teacher. As my
letter is getting long I will close.
Hamle Br eon, Age 0.
Dear Edit art
Iowa.
Dear Editor: Just a few lines to
let you know I reoelved my prise, and
I think It Is very nice. I have read
It, and it Is fine. I hop* all the prise
winners are as well pleased with their
present as I am with mine. I will
now close. From
Agency, Iowa.
I have never written a letter to the
Junior before, but I aim going to writs
a few lines. I go to Bast Union
school. It will be out the seventeenth!
of February. My teacher's name la
Miss Myrtle McCombs. I like her veryi
well. I hare three sisters and two
brothers. I will close as it is my first!
letter Your friend,
Hazel Yeager, Age t,
F. D. NA
a.
Dear Editor:
And
Russell, Iowa.
I received my prise)
all right. And am very much pleased
with It. I really think that George
X*wie ought to receive a prise for
writing suoh a good essay on girls.
Maybe if George Lewis had told his
age he. would have received two
SMrs,
ixes, We will write an essay on
but win tell our ages
Bflsle Tetrll, aged 14.
». F» JD. N®. I.
ttumwa, Iowa
years old. I enjoy read
rier Junior. I go to the UncpJiT
sohool. like to go to school. I dm.
in the third quarter,
,Your loving friend,
Florence Kelso.
&
l0Wa*
Dear Editor:
As I have not written before I will
writo now.
I am a little girl 11 years old, and
live on a farm.
I have four sisters. My sister Fan
nle has been sick with pneumonia
fever.--. A •.
I have ibeen going to school. I go^to
Frankllnrfftar school house.
•I like. ,to read the. stories and let
ters of the Junior.
Perhaps I will write a story.
I wish some of the Juniors would!
write to me, for I like to get lettersj
Your friend,
Edith Johannessen.
-'-yx
.. ,i Eldon, Iowa.
Dear Editor: I am a little girl 8\
years old. As I have written before
I thought I would write again. I go
to school every day. My teacher's
name is Miss Belle Monlngus. She is
a good teacher. I am in the third read
er. I have five studlen. They are
reading, arithmetic, spelling, language
and music. I have three brothers and
no sisters. For pets we have a dog,
cat and a coon/ 1 will close as my
letter Is getting long. Yours truly,
Ada Israel.
Bloomfleld, Iowa.
Dear Editor: I am a little boy four
years old. My papa takes the Cou
rier and mamma reads the Junior
stories to me every week. I can read
In my primer have got to the thir
tieth lesson. For pets I have two
canary birds. My mamma wrote this
letter for me. From your little friend,
„'V! Forrest Galpln.
Floris. Iowa.
Dear Editor: I am a little girl 9
years old, and 1 go to sohool. My
teacher's name Is Miss Alma Hancock.
We have three weeks of school left,
and are going to speak pieces the last
day. At school I like to play black
man. My studies are fourth reader,
music, arithmetic, geography, lan
guage, writing and spelling. I like to
read fairy stories like the "Sleeping
Beauty," "Red Riding oHod," "Cinder-.
ella," and the "Three Bears." But my'
favorite books are "The Bird's Xmas
Carol" and "What Tommy Did."
Mftrjorle Parrett.
nrakeville, Iowa.
Dear Editor: As 1 have never writ
ten before I thought I would write.
My mamma is dead and I am living
with my grandma and grandpa. I am
a little girl 9 years old. My grandpa
takes the Courier. I have one sister.
Her name Is Garnet She is 11 years
old. As my. letter Is getting long, 1
will close, plgfi Yours truly,
& Nellie Irelan.
Keosauqua, Iowa.
Dear Miss Editor: I have never
written to the Junior before, so 1
thought I would write. I am 10 yeaft
old. I sro to sohool every day. My
teacher's name Is Miss Clara Hartson.
I am in the fourth room. My studies
are geography, spelling, reading, arith
metic, language and muslo. I live
close to both my grandma's and
grandpa's, and one great grandma.
My great grandma lives with one of'
my grandma's and grandpa's. As my
letter Is getting long, I will close.
Inna Vance, aged 10.
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