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-.'1 ^i'-v 'K.-. '. 1- ""S T~ I I V- #.'rs 5 v^o^'.^vvy V: .'•• VOL. NO. 36 The Courier Junior Published by THE COURIER PRINTING CO., OTTUMWA. IOWA. MATILDA DEVEREAUX. EDITOR. THE EASTER CONTEST. Dear Juniors.—We are receiving sonie very excellent drawings for the Easter Contest, as well as some splen did stories. But as we want all the Juniors to try for the prizes, we will print the rules for the drawing con test today for the last time, because It closes, Friday, April 10. All Juniors under and up to 14 years of age can try for the prizes which will be awarded according to the merits of the drawings and the ages fthe little artists. It may be that some of the little Juniors will want to send in some sil houette work. If they do why we will rank them with the artists. We will let the Juniors select their own sub jects for the drawing contest, only the pictures must represent something about Easter. For instance, the pic ture of a basket filled with Easter eggs, a rabbit, Easter lilies or any oth er Easter ideas that you all can put on paper- Besides the drawing we want each Junior entering the contest, to write about, the subjects in his ot her drawing. We announce the close of the con test early because it will be quite a task for the nidges to decide the best drawings, and of course we want to have the best of the drawings on the Easter page, April 17. Besides giving prizes for the best drawings we will give prizes for the best stories, so if some of the Juniors cannot draw they can write a story on one of the following subjects: THE MEANING OF EASTER. THE FIRST EASTER. WHY WE GIVE GIFTS and WHY WE RECEIVE GIFTS ON EASTER. MY IDEA OF A HAPPY EASTER. SUNDAY SCHOOL CELEBRATION EASTER DAY. Among the prizes will be an Easter Lily, plant and bloom, a bouquet of roses, an Easter basket full of little trinkets, a beautiful white rabbit, a box of candy or some other suitable gift. Remember this contest closes April 10. EIGHT RULES FOR THE JUNIORS. 1. Use one side of the paper only. 3. Write neatly and legibly, using ink or a sharp lead pencil. 3. Number your pages. 4 At -the bottom of the last page write vour name, age and address. 5. Do not copy stories or poetry and send us as your own work. F. Always tell whether you are a Daily Junior or Tri-Weekly Junior. 7. Address the envelope to Editor, Courier Junior, Ottumwa, Iowa. 8. Your stories must not contain more than 200 words. SOME HISTORICAL CARDS. We want the Juniors receiving the historical postals to write des criptive stories of the places shown on these cards. We have some cute little Easter trinkets, about fifty, •which we will send to the fifty Jun iors writing the fifty best stories. This contest closes Friday, April 10. THE SOUVENIR POSTALS. We -will still give a souvenir album to the first Junior who has 25 cards sent by the Courier Junior. We will commence to send out the lCaster postals this week. Besides writing letters we want more of the Juniors to write short stories, from 50 to 100 words, on one of the following subjects: THE FIRST DAY OF SPRING. EASTER SUNDAY. THE EASTER BUNNY. HOW TO COLOR EGGS. CHANGE DAY OF JUNIOR. As announced in Daily Courier, Tuesday. Mr.rch 31. and the Tri-Week ly, Thursday. April 2, the Junior page will appear each week in the Thursday Dailv Courier and the Sat urday Trl-Weekly. CHILDREN NEED SHOES. How many of the Juniors want to do a little charity work? We think we hear at least 100 answering, "I do, I do!" Now you all are wondering what prompted this question. Well, this morning a person connected with the Open Door Mission work told us that many children would not be able to go to school next week because they had no shoes. Just think, dear children, of being obliged tp go bare looted this time of year. We are get ting pretty cold and "shivery" just, thinking about it. Well, we want the Juniors living in Ottumwa to bring any shoes that, they have outgrown to the Junior office and we will give them to the Mission. The out of town Juniors can send us ten cents in a let and perhaps we will get so many rH tries that we can buy several pairs r.' new shoes. Of course the Ottumwa '••niors can give us dimes if they hfve no old shoes to give. We will r"'iliRh all the names of the Juniors -1--ing shoes or dimes, next Thursday. This will be a nice way to make an Easter gift. THE RAGGEDY DOLL. When the nursery blinds are all fast ened and tight. When the curtains are drawn and it's not at all light. When my mother has kissed me and hurried away, And I hear them downstairs, very busy and gay— Then the raggedy doll in her calico dress Comes clieepity creep from the nur sery press, She remembers I'm little and lonely, I guess. O, she never comes out through the sunshiny day. The' fellows and I don't use dolls when we play. But she waits till the footfall and bat are asleep And she picks up her skirts and comes creepity creep, Does the raggedy doll in her raggedy clothes With holes in her elbows and holes in her toes And her sawdust all dripping wher ever she goes. Then the grizly black bear who hides back of the door Goes a-slinking away, and the imps on the floor Who chatter and point till I cover my head Go a-scampering off. There's quite nothing to dread. To keep little Me safe from all harm And she ciimbs in the crib and lies down, soft and warm. O. what if she's dirty and really a sight And exceedingly old! She's my com fort at night As she snuggles beside me, so stanch and so true. With her battered old head so close to my head. Have you A raggedy doll just as loving and dear, So very untidy and homely and queer. But quite sure to be found when you need some one near? —Carolyn S. Bailey. 4 STORIES—LETTERS. A,*, *uT.™lftAitnlT»-ittrAAitii'ritA -f. •TTTW JV Vl ™'VI'V Vtt -1—*- V3*vil "MY FIRST GUN." Dear Courier Junior, My first gun was an air rifle thar my papa gave me. We thought'a lot of it at first but now I hardly ever pick it up. I shot a rabbit or two and some sparrows. Now I have a real rifle and it will hold 18 shells in the magizine. I will write ab?^ my pets next time, from, Alfred A. Wyant, Age 12, North English la R. F. D. No. 2 MY PET Dear Courier Junior, I have a pet Racoon. My brother owned it and we worked for him, then he gave it to us. It is pretty. It eats cake, candy, bread, meat, potatoes. It will drink water It will stand up on its lilnd feet and eat cake. It will not run. If it is out of sight all that we need to do is to call it and it will come to us. This all for this time. Alphon A. Wyant, aged 12 No 2 North English la. "THE BEE, THE DOVE AND THE BOY." Dear Editor, A bee fell in a well and could not get out. A dove saw the bee fall and threw a leaf into the well. The bee got out safe, thanks to the kind dove. One day the dove was building its nest. It did not see a boy standing near. A dove is good to eat," said the boy, and took aim. The bee saw the boy and said," buzz buzz," and stung the boy and he lost his aim. John M. Wright, age 7 Eldon la BRYAN WILL PUT IN 20 ACRES OF OATS. Dear Editor, I am glad when spring commences and brings the birds, for then its nice to hear them singing. I like to see the squirrels playing in the woods, but it isn't quite so funny for the men as it means hard work putting their crops in. We mean to put in twenty acres of Oats this year. I will close for this time. Bryan Benge No 1 Bloomfield la A LITTLE JAPANESE GIRL In this picture I see a little Japan ese girl. This little girl, like all other Japanese girls, is very fond of flowers, especially the chrysanthemums. She takes three meals a day. She eats much the same food at every meal, but breakfast is lighter than the other two. The principal food she eats is rice, with fish and vegetables and beans. Some of the principal things that are raised on the farm, upon which she lives are rice, wheat, barley, beans peas, turnips and a kind of large white, bitter radish. This little Japan ese girls loves to play games. Her parents take great pains to teach them to her. Her parents have taught her to laugh quietly and never in a boisterous manner. Some of the games that she plays teach history, geography, and language The house in vhich she lives have no chairs or sofas hut there are mats on the floor, upon which they sit. so they are very carefulto keep them clean. The family remove their san dals before entering. For a bed this little has one quilt to iay upon and another for a cover. Bessie Duckworth, age 14 No 7 Chariton la A LITTLE ROCKING CHAIR. 1 am a little rocking chair and I belong to a little girl ten years old. The little girl's name is Susie, and she takes good care of me. She has had me ever since she was five years old. She rocks her doll with mmrnrnf^' .^ ,-yjk-t' *, j$** %'***. *r CT-X her little rocking chair. She lives in Nebraska and she bought me at the town of Curtis. I have to stay at home when Susie goes to school and I get very lone some while she is gone. I am always glad when she comes home. Susie is in the third grade at school. Well, as I can't think of much to write, I will close. Yours truly, Curtis, Neb. Frontier Co. I wouldn't live there if somebody would give me a farm. I saw a pair of prairie wolves and a jack-rabbit. The next state we passed through was South Dakota. We went through the Black Hills country and we went through Wyo ming in the night. We got to the Custer battlefield early in the morning. We passed through Billings. Montana, the silver mining country We passed over and through the Rocky Mountains as we went through five tunnels. Some were very short. All through Montana it was very beautiful scenery. We pased through Idaho in the night. We should have been in Spokane at 5 o'clock but didn't gel there until 10 o'clock, on account of a landslide. We stopped three days in Spokane at the California hotel. We saw the Spokane river and the falls. We started to Addy Thursday morn ing but when we got to Loon lake we were delayed one-half day on ac count of a wreck ahead of us. When we started wc- got to Addy at about six o'clock but they were wait ing for us so we got to the ranch at last. V** v% Susie Baker, age 10. PAUL LINDLEY WRITES OF HIS TRIP TO WASHINGTON Editor Courier Junior, As I cannot write for any contest I will write about my trip from Ioyra to Washington. We started March 13 at Hedrick Iowa, and changed cars at Ottumwa. We left Ottumwa at 4:22 and got to Omaha in the evening. I took my last look at Iowa soil as we crossed the Missouri river. In the morning we were still in Nebraska. Paul Lindley, aged 12, Addy. Wash BESTAS WAS A BELOVED CAT OF MINE. When I was a very little girl I used to play with Bestas. She would let me hold her. She waB born in 1901 and about a omnth ago she disappeared and I think she is dead because she is so old. 1 will close for this time. Dorothy Puffer. Bloomfield, Iowa. RCALLING PIN. Long ago there was an old oak tree in the woods and a man wanted a roil ing pin. So he came through the woods and cut this little tree down and made him a rolling pin out of it and put the rest in the fire to burn, and then he took it in and mamma she made dough nuts, cookies, pies and other things with it. Well, I will dose. Yours truly, Jennie Bequeath, age 10 Ottumwa, Iowa. WHAT A LOOKING GLASS TELLS. My looking glass is a new one. It tells me lots that I don't know. It tells me when my face is clean. It tells me when my hair is parted. It tells my papa and brother when they have shaved clean. It tells people when their clothes fit neat. It, also tells people whether they are pretty or ugly. My mamma takes the Tri-Weekly! Courier. As my letter is getting long I will close. Dora Adcock, age 5. Chillicothe, Iowa. MINNIE WRITES AGAIN. Dear Editor.— I am a little girl 7 years old. 1 haven't gone to school any yet but In tend to go this summer. For pets I have one cat and one dog. Spot is my cat's name Fannie is my dog's name. Minnie Adcock, age 7. Chillicothe, Iowa. MY HIGH CHAIR—A TRUE STORY. When I was a small child, about, six months old. mv parents purchased for mo a hish chair. It was made of oak. I used it for a number of years, then all of my brothers and sl3ters. My youngest brother occupies it at meal time. Now it was very strong and is good for a number of years to come. Yours truly, Glenn W. Rodgers, age 13. Pulaski, Iowa Davis Co., R. R. No. 2. MARTHA WRITES FROM KANSAS Dear Editor. I live in Kansas. I read the Courier Junior and my pan a takes it. 4 For pets I have a dog, two cats and one pony. Her name is Nellie and my dog's name is Dash. I have two little sisters and one. brother dead. Yours, truly, Martha H. Miller. THE WREN FAMILY. The card which I received was a picture of a forest in which was the home of a wren family. Mrs. Wren told hen children they must not get down in the thick grass and hide, or they would get caught by a fox, or be stepped upon by a deer. So they stayed in and one day a deer 1 lr 1 1 1 -tvi OTTUMWA IOWA AP1UL 1908. came along a path close by and pick ed grass, and the birds sang their sweetest songs to him. Soon they learned to fly and al ways lived in the "Forest of Thurin gen" where the sun made golden the landscape and trees. Esther Mendenhall, age 8. Richland, la., R. R. No. 3. LITTLE SIGOURNEY BOY WRITES Dear Editor, I am going to school. My teacher's name is Mae Rodgers. I am in the third reader. I am at at home now. Well I will say good-bye, I like to read the Junior letters. Lena McClure, age 10. No 3 Floris la. RUTH GOES TO SCHOOL EVERY DAY Dear Editor, I go to school every day. My teach er's name is Miss Warren and I like her very well. My studies are language and spel Hugjj M|' class mates are Mary Swenson, Edna Eyre, Marie and Carl Gunnaison. My papa takes the Courier and I love to read the stories and letters. Your loving Junior, Ruth Gustason, age 8. No 1 Box 78 Dudley la I AM A HIGH CHAIR. 1 am a high chair. My mistress re ceived me as present when she was I but one year old. I was gave to her by her grandfather, and she was thu only grandchild then. So she still keeps me and now here baby sister, who is two years old sits on me now. and still thinks I am nice. 1 am about ten years old. Mv birthday will be this spring. Yours truly. Lois Hentz, Floris, Iowa. R. F| D. No. 2 "ox 71. a $aivy CI Chinese Cmttslateb 5rom 11 The Courier Junior Oto Day,aged 9, Sigournev, la. FRED CHRISTY, LENA'S TEACHER Dear Editor, I go to school. My teacher's name is Fred Christy. I think he is a good tcacher. My studies are reading artheniitic, grammar, physology and spelling. (Eale 5zrs an of (Ernst Don IDolzogen- Bertfya 23on&n. C^VOU KNOW the story of the porcelain Chinaman that stands on the corner shelf In the parlor, always oobbing its head and sticking out its tongue? No? Well, then, I shall tell it to you at oncc. You must know that this porcelain Chinaman was a real, live Chinaman once upon a time who lived in the large, imperial city of Peking and who was called Kjing-Kiang-King. He was a poet by profession and therefore a real decent kind of a man besides this, he filled the office of the Chief Teller of Fairy Tales to Her Highness Hsu-sing, called the "Beam of Sunshine," for this little six-year old princess was the brightest and most delicate sunbeam to be found at the court of her father. It would be difficult to imagine anything tinier than were the feet of Hsu-sing. Of course, she was not able to wall with them, but then no Chinese nrincess who expects to marry a real prince can ever do that. Whenever she felt, like taking the air sl*e would tie on her pink silk balloon which was made to fit her body—and would fiv all around the imperial gardens with it. Hsu-sing was so awfully smart that nobody could fool her t,his being the reason that she insisted on having raspberry sauce with her custard. If anyone tried to humbug her she would immediately threaten him with her pretty little pointer, saying: "Fibber! fibber! If you ever' fib to me again you can just be roasted on the spit until you are well done!" This will show you how dangerous was the office of Fairy-Storv-Teller-in Chief, as such people are know to have a fondness for fibbing. When good Kjing-Kjang-Klng began telling her stories—commenc ing with the usual "Once upon a time there lived a prince called Pi"— the clever little princess would at once interrupt him, asking "Is that, the truth you are telling me? Was his name really only Pi?" Kjing-Kjang-King would then only nod his head and would be about to continue when the princess said: '•Naughty Kjing-Kiang-King, tell me nothing but the truth, as I only wish to hear that. Just put out your tongue for if you have lied you know there is sure to be a blister on it." But. of course, all this was said in Chinese. The poor Fairy-Story-Teller-in Chlef would therefore out out his tongue^-whlch would luckily show no plgn ofa blister—and as it was now proved beyond a doubt that the prince's name had in reality been only Pi, and the tale could once more ceed. "This same Prince Pi one day. while wallt/ojj In the garden belong T«. JV -»N sjto, 1, ing to his father, the king, saw a duck, all of gold, swimming, and—" "Kjing-Kjang-King, are you telling the truth? Let me see your tongue!" Hsu-sing again interrupted. And he once more nodded his head and obediently put out his tongue, and fortunately not the least sign of a blister were there to be seen. The duck of pure gold had therefore really been swimming on the pond belonging to the king, whose son's name was only Pi, and the tale could once more be continued. "And said to the prince: "Dear Prince Pi'—" "Could the duck speak?" asked Hsu sing, doubtingly. "Yes, Princess, for it was a magic duck," answered the Story-Teller-in Chief. But alas! his good fortune was not destined to last long, for one fine day a little blister really appeared on Kjing Kjang-King's tongue, it is not known whether from lying or from eating some rice pudding too hot, but at any rate the blister appeared. And as it was the very day on which he told the Princess that most wonderful tale about the flea named Pooh, which lived in the tail .of the tomcat Mi-au, which had a tail so Ion™ that it could be wound around the cat's body seventeen times and still leave enough for a big bow to be tied at the neck, which caused that wisest of little bodies. Princess Hsu-sing, to remark: "Kjing-Kjang-King, are you telling the truth? Just let me see your tongue." The unfortunate Chinaman only just showed the tip of his tongue, but the little Princess, whose sight was excel lent, could not be deceived, and there fore at once discovered the little blister. "Mercy, mercy! Most merciful prin cess!' moaned our unhappy friend. "It is true that Mi-au could only wind his tail around his body twice, but" "Oh! you arood-for-nothing fibber!" exclaimed Her Little Highness very pngrily and crying with vexation. "Then you have lied fifteen times about it—I shall tell my papa!" And in another moment she had buckled on her pink silk balloon and held down to the throne of the Emperor, to whom she related the whole story. Of course the F.tnperor was very angry, for clearly was it not contempt of royalty to try to make a royal princess believe that there was a tom cat in existence who had a tail which was even longer than the most august niataii of the Emperor? By the iat ter's order Kjing-Kjang-ing was at once seized and roasted on the spot until he was a. nice brown coioi'. Then he was put into a mortar where he was made into a powder and was thoroughly mixed up with clay, to which water had been added where upon it was kneaded into a dough. This resembled his former self as much as one pea does another. The whole mass was, then put into a mod erate oven, remaining in it Just long enough for the steam to evaporate, when it was again put into a hotter oven, painted with lifelike colors and again left lone- enough to become wa teroroof. Now came the last process. This consisted in being glazed and then once more subjected to the heat of a still hotter oven than the two pro ceding ones had been, and here, you may be sure, he was completely cured of any lying habits. After being further improved by being made to nod his head and stick out his tongue, Mr. Chinaman was brought to the bric-a-brac store to be sold. A foreign merchant here saw him and bought him to brine home as a ver" wonderful curiosity. So now you know how he happened to be standing on the corner shelf in the parlor. THE LIFE OF THE FLAX. In spring the ground is prepared for flax as we would prepare for oats and it grows from three to five fevJt tall. It has a delicate blue flower. It is very beautiful to look at. and then it ripens. We go in the field and hull it. tie it up like oats and then put. it up in a shock. If vou want it for seed you thrash it like oafs and if you want it for cloth you lay it on the ground in the sun and wet it very often till it rots and dries. Then we pound it in a break. A break kind of wooden table with a long handle to break the flax and then it is hackled through a hackle. The hackle is a lor.g board with sharp teeth sticking up. Then it is put on a spinning wheel and after the spinning is done it is put in a loom and is made into cloth When the cloth is old and rotten it is torn into pieces and is put into hot water and ground in a mill and at last it is made into nice white paper. The paper is used to write on and print honest books. Years pass by and the paper rots and gets old and is put in the fire and is burned to ashes and smoke. I wonder if the flax knew its life if it would want to go through another useful life. I think the flax had a hard time through life, but Its fouble always ended in good. Ernest Mullenlx, Ottumwa, la., R. R. No. 3. HERBERT ONLY FOUR YEARS OLD I will write a letter to the Courier Junior. I am a little boy lour years old and will be £ve in June. 1 have a sister. Her name is Cecil. I have some cousins. I will close for this time. Herbert Criswell, age 4. 207 Keota St., uttumwa, la. SPENT SIX MONTHS IN MISSOURI. I will write of a good time that I had while spending six months in Mis souri. I stayed with my aunt and uncle. They had a farm of 80 acres. They had a large walnut grove. My uncle had seven head of horses, sev en head of cows and seven head of pigs. I could ride all the horses but two. Their names were Maud and Nellie. We had 225 chickens. 13 geese and 10 turkeys. He had a large red barn, and two large chicken houses. The chicken houses had to be cleaned ev ery week. I bought six traps and trapped through the winter. I caught 1 pole cat, 1 weasle, 2 opossums and 6 rabbits. I skinned the weasel ^pd sold him for 40 cents. I went to school down there. 1 Tt was a country school. My teacher'3 name was Blanche Morin. I tell you of all the good times I ever had was in the country school. We played ball and never thought of playing marbles. I will tell a little joke on my brother Harry. I The fattening hogs got out one day. There were three of them, and they 1 were fat ones too. We went down to put them in. We got them in all right, but we had no nails or a ham mer down there. I told him to watch the gate while I went and got some nails and a hammer. Just as I got back the gate fell down and one of the largest of the three hogs came rushing out. Well Harry grabbed one of those hogs right iaround the stom ach trying to hold him that way. That hog dragged him through the buck brush and when I came out he was pretty well scratched up. Ever since that I laughed at him trying to stop a hog by catching him around the stomach. Carl Criswell, age 13. 207 Keota St., Ottumwa. BABES IN THE WOODS. I do not have any of your postal cartls, but my sister has three and I think the last one is the prettiest. It is the picture of a forest, with a deer running through it. It is just sunset, making the trees look very pretty. I think it must be the forest the "Babes In the Woods" were lost in and the Robins covered with strawberry leaves, like my mam ma sings to me about. My papa has taken the Courier for 18 years. Herbert Mendenhall, age .5 Richland, la., R. R. No. 3. THE SECRET IN THE TOOL HOUSE. "I wish you wculd all keep out of the tool house for a few days," said George to his younger brother. "What for?" asked Frank. "Oh, that's my secret." Frank did not care much to go in, but he did want to know what that secret, was. "I don't, like secrets," he said. "Some are good and some are bad," said George. "Yes," said his sister Emily, "it's a very puzzling secret where my gram mar is gone. Have any of you seen it?" "No," they said. Everybody hunted for it but it could not be found. At noon Emily said, "If I don't find it tonight I taiust get another and pay for It myself, for I've lost one book before this term." Playing on the porch with his toy gun, Frank was very near the tool house again and he thought of the se cret. It would be so easy to open the door. It is a pity to have to say that Frank did open it. He looked around. Certainly George had been at work. The tools wore on the bench with a jar of red paint, and what was that in the corner. A red sled. Going on a little closer Frank saw a name painted on it in letters—F-R-A-N-K. That was the secret. He knew at once that George had made it for a Christmas present for him. Don't Don't you think Frank felt that he had been doing a mean thing? Turn ing quickly to go he saw Emily's grammar lying by the sled. My how p'ad she'll be, was his first thought. Then came another "what shall I say when I tell them I found it?" I do not want to tell a story. At supper time he gave her tha book. "Where did you find it?" she asked. "In. in, the tool house," said Frank, In a low voice. "So you did go there, did you "I did not want to tell," Frank said, finding it harcf to keep from crying. Father looked up kindly at his little boy. "You've got yourself in a mud dle between your feeling of having done a mean thing?' "Yes," said Emily, "he might have left, the book where it was and then no one would have ever known he went in. Please forgive him George." But Frank soon learned that the sting in even a small wrong doing cannot be taken out. Your loving friend, Grace Hawkins, age 11. Blakesburg, la., No. l. LIKES HER ALBUM. I have received the postcard al bum you sent me. It is very nice. No one around rere has one near so pretty. It is much nicer than I ex pected. I thank you very much. B. Angelina Mendenhall, Richland, la., R. R. No. 3. ADA AND HER LITTLE NIECE. I have a little niece. Her name is Vella Blanche Spelling. She has big blue eyes arid black cuTley hair. She can laugh out loud and is only three months old. She got a gold ring for being named after her cousin. Ada B. Kirk, age 13. Ottumwa, la., Riverview. MY FIR8T DAY AT SCHOOL. I started to school on March 30, 1906* I started in the second room and Miss Allen was ny teacher. I begin studying hard and went in to the third room. Then I was put ahead one class and I am now In the fifth room. Yours truly, Oscar Root Ottumwa, la., 312 North Court St. MARTHA'S PET PIG WAS KILLED. I thought I would write you a let ter. I had a little red pig, but they teacher's name is Miss Mae Slater. She is a nice teacher. My school chums are Mildred Pickens and Flor ence Kelso. I do not like to go to school very well. My Sunday school mate is Bertha Green. I am sanding «i- T*~ NOTiCE, All lettei« for li.is department mutf J. be addressed: "Courier Junior," ,^.. i^ "Ottumwa "vc^iLf) Thimbles are made of several dif-~ ferent things. Such as sliver, gold and brass. A thimble Is a very useful thing. Not many people can sew wlth-i.. out a thimble. Its mistress sometimes sews her doll clohtes. but she is very careful not to get it lost. I will close as this is all I can thlnM* of. Yours truly, Lillie Myers, age 11, Hynes, Iowa. 3? -.•/., "Iowa" FOR THE CILlinyREN. -1" "fi off for a Teddy bear. For pets I have. a cat named Bell, a dog named Bus ter. I had a little red pig, but they?--.', butchered it Saturday. My birthday i»v the 10th of May. I have a sister 13 years old. Her name is Lily Scott,' and I have a sister 18 years old. Hei§ name is Agnes. I will close lor thia| time. Yours truly, Martha Scott. ,9, Ottumwa, la., R. R. No. 3. HAS FOUR SISTERS AND TWO BROTHERS. SJU'* As I have never written before I wilp write. I am nine years old. I have four sisters and two brothers. I goJL'.V to the Plympton scnool house. My, teacher's name is Mildred Willey. I like to read the Junior page. If have a little brother 4 years old. Hd"J has some white horses that he plays'^ with. S My sister has two little girls. The!r» names are Vera and Leona. Your friend, Minnie Haltoa. Lucas, la., R. R. No. 1. FREDA GOES TO BUTTONTOWN SCHOOL. I never have written before. I gjj/ to the Buttontown school. My teach-fc er's name is Garnett Downing. I lika" her very well. My studies are read ing, history, arithmetic, physiology,?-' geography and spelling. I have oneW sister and two brothers. My slster'i£ name is Frances. My brother's" names are Ernest and Willie. I have., a big doll. My papa takes the Ottum-£ wa Tri-Weekly Courier. I will close. Yours truly, Freda Fouts, age 10. 1 Drakeville, Iowa. 1 A ROCKING CHAIR. When I was two years old my papq gave me a rocking chair for Christ mas. I like to sit in it and rock my doll,' My kitty gets in it to sleep soma times. When pup was little we us to in to My sister Marjorie rocks so hardr:'/ that she tips over and bumps he* head, but she jumps up and tries" again. j. My grandma made a pretty cushions for it. I will write about by little sister's silver thimble. It is made of silver, and its home is in a beautiful little work box with many spools of thread- Its mistress never uses it very much' as she is too small. She is only four years old. It was given to her on 1 Christmas by her aunt. 5. Grace Barker, age 8, Tokna, Mont. MY SISTER'S SILVER THIMBLH.° GRANDMOTHER'S THIMBLE. rj Dear Editor Courier: -v' I will write a letter and story about'-' the thimble. Once there was an old lady. Sh«i was sewing and dropped her thlmblev-i In reaching for It she dropped he*q[ glasses and she was very uneasy about them. She saw a boy coming home from school. She said, "My dear child will you get my glasses and thimble??/•••• "Why, yes, I will," said the boy. So he got them for her. She thanked hlna very 'tnuch. Well, as my story is getting long lo will close. Yours truly, Elsie Ramig age 10, g. Ottumwa, la., 609 Boone Ave. JUST A COMMON THIMBLE. .?}t I am ah humble little thin? that's^ wore on a finger. .. I am not a pretty ring, but just- aq common thimble. I am made of brass, steel, aluminyn^P and silver. rf I am used in sewing. The children play a game with me, that's called, "Hunt the thimble." I aml a very useful little article that is used— in nearly every country. Earl E. Miller, age 7, Bonaparte, Iowa. JUNIOR RECEIPTS. NUT CANDY. Tfo cups of sugar, melt slowly ia frying pan. Have a cupful of chopped nuts ready when melted, add nuts and a small piece of butter the size of a S walnut. No water. Flavor with van nilla. Batavia, Iowa. R. F. D. No. 2 Marie Whitmor*. CLOVE CAKE. Take one cup of sugar, cup bub ter, 1 cup milk, 2 cups flour, 1 cup oi raisins, 1 egg, 1 teaspoon of soda and 1 teaspoon each of cinnamon and cloves. Mix and bake. Mae Shaffer. Douds-Leando, Iowa. SPICE CAKE. Two tablespoons butter, 1 can 9?'^' sugar, 1 cup sour milk, dissolve 1 tea -j5* spoonful soda in the milk, 2 cups flour, 1 cup seeded raisins, to be ad-^ ded before flour, 1 teaspoonful ground ir cloves. 1 teaspoonful ground cinna-so moii. Bake in two layers. s* Ada B. Kirk, age 1&>'- WHEAT MUFFINS. W One cup of milk, 1 teaspoonful otw sugar and 1% cups of flour. 1 egg, It t.ablespoonful of butter, 2 level tea-'" spoonfuls of baking powder. Mabel Skirvia, 8. Agency, Iowa. ..