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VOL. 4 NO. 9
The Courier Junior
Published by
THE COURIER PRINTING CO.,
OTTUMWA, IOWA.
MATILDA DEVEREAUX.
EDITOR.
THE JUNIORS' SUBJECTS.
Dear Juniors.
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We have received
so manv splendid subjects for the
"Want Subjects'* contest that we
have decided to withhold the name
of the prize winner picked out by the
Courier Junior judges until some of
the Juniors write on the best sub
jects sent in by the Juniors.
When we first announced the con
test we intended to use only one sub
ject, but as several of the Juniors
working in the contest give such
splendid reasons why his or her sub
ject is the best one, we have decided
to use all of them for the contest.
We will not only give a little ko
dak to the one selected by our judges,
but we will give a kodak to the Junior
writing the best story on one of the
following subjects, all sent in by the
Juniors:
"How Birds, Wild Animals and In
sects Procure Food for Winter."
Beryl Daniels.
"My Choice of Occupation." —Ret
ta Ruark.
"Colonel BaHlngall" Forest Web-
"Housekeeping." Juliette Elsen
beis.
"Traveling." Elma Gladys Gor
don. ,,,
"My Future Occupation." Orvllle
Morgan.
"Our School." Mae Shaffer.
"The Candidates of 1796." —Beat
rice Lynch.
This contest opens at once and
closes October 12.
A PRESIDENT'S CONTEST.
Besides working in the above con
test we want the Juniors to write
stories on the following subjects, and
(he first twelve sending in the best
short essays on one of the following
subjects will receive a pretty paper
doll, if a girl, and a pretty leather
postal if a boy. This contest opens at
once:
J. Q. Adams.
Tames Buchanan.
.Tames Madison.
James Monroe.
Andrew Jackson.
Zachary Taylor.
James Polk.
John Tyler.
W. H. Harrison.
Martin Van Buren.
William McKinley.
Grover Cleveland.
Benjamin Harrison.
Chester Arthur.
Abraham Lincoln.
James Garfield.
R. B. Hayes.
TJ. S. Grant.
SOUVENIR POSTALS.
We are still sending out beautiful
postals, so we will want the Juniors
to write stories about the subjects
represented on them. We do not want
the Juniors to acknowledge them by
simply thanking us or writing a re
ceipt. Either write on the subjects
they represent or else write a nice
little letter telling us of your pets,
your home, the beautiful flowers or
something else of interest.
We will still give souvenir albums
to the Juniors when they have 25 pos
tals from the Courier Junior.
ANOTHER SURPRISE
PRIZE.
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LETTER
We hope that many more of the
Juniors will write letters. We will of
fer another surprise prize and all the
,Juniors can work for it besides work
in
ar
in the regular contests.
The Juniors might write letters to
stnje absent member of their family,
or else they might pretend to be away
on a trip and write home.
SEVEN RULES FOR THE JUNIORS
1. Use one side of the paper only.
2. Write neatly and legibly, using
Ink or a sharp pencil.
3. Number your pages.
4. At the bottom of the last page
•write your name, age and address.
5. Always tell whether you are a
Daily Junior or a Tri-Weekly Junior.
6." Address the envelope to Editor,
Courier Junior, Ottumwa, Iowa.
(itatxftpapa fSntwo
It was In Bear town that old Grand
-apa Bruno lived. Ho was the oldest
kear In the village and the most re
spected. Also he was the most pitied,
for he had but three feet, one of the
front paws being gone. This, as you
may know, made old Grandpapa Bruno
cripple, and he always walked with
a decided limp.
But as the accident which made
Grandpapa Bruno a cripple had hap
pened a very long time ago, thero
were very many young bears who had
never heard about it. And among
these young bears were several who
were Inclined to be disobedient, and to
go off on long and perilous adventures,
roaming the woods and the mountains,
where danger lurked. In vain did their
parents—those of cooler heads and
•wiser minds—remonstrate with them
they would persist in running into all
sorts of danger.
One evening as half a dozen of the
fcqar youth of Bear town were out for
a lark they chanced to pass by the
house of Grandpapa Bruno. They
stopped to inquire about the vener
able old bear's health ana to say a few
pleasant things to him, for though
they were a mischievous and venture
some lot of fellows, they were good at
heart, and held the aged Bruno In rev
erence.
Grandpapa Bruno was sitting in
front of his house, smoking his pipe,
when the youth approached him.
"Good evening, Grandpapa," they said
all bowing and smiling cordially and
respectfully. 'How do you find your
self this fine evening? The moon :s
at its full and can be seen through tha
pines if you'll just take a dozen steps
to your right." "Ah, good even*n to
you, young friends," replied Grand
papa Bruno. "I'm as well as one of
my years and possessing but three
feet can possibly be. As for taking'
the dozen steps to see the moon
well, I'll wait till she comes over my
head and looks down npon me. It's
a task for a lame man to walk—even
a dozen steps, you know. But—when)
are you youngsters off to this night?
It's pretty late for youth to be abroad
—especially if they are of a mischiev
ous turn of mind."
"Well, Grandpapa, it's this way,"
explained one ol the youths, a bright
faced fellow, and leader of the band.
"We're anxious to see something of
the world outside our own mountain
woods. We're off to hunt for adven
tures on yonder great mountain —the
one to the south."
"Ah, yes, I've been there—once,"
said Grandpapa Bruno. "And I had a
most wonderful adventure, too. If
you'd like to hear about it I'll tell you
now. The evening is fine and you can
sit on the ground about me. My pipe
is done for tonight and I'm in a story
telling mood. But rememoer this:
Every word I tell yov. tonight is as
trtie as truth. And I had exactly the
experiences I'm going to tell you
about."
"Ah, that'll be interesting," declar
ed the half dozen youngsters in a
breath. "And we'll sit very quietly
here on the ground, Grandpapa and
listen to every word you speak. We've
always known you were an exception
al bear In your youth, and we feel
flattered that you will take us into
your confidence. It proves to us that
you are not so strait laced and par
ticular about young fellows going on
adventurous trips as are so many of
our older bears. And now, we're all
seated and you may begin."
"Well, my young friends, I was
very much of the samv turn as your
selves when I was your age," began
Grandpapa Bruno, putting his pipe
and tobacco pouch on a convenient
stump.
"Ah, we knew it," cried two of the
young bears.
"Yes, I was forever hunting adven
tures," admitted Grandpapa Bruno.
"And I found it over on yon great
mountain toward the south—the one
you have planned to visit this night.
Well, it happened in this way, my
finding the adventure of which I shall
tell you. I had been curious to see
the world outside my own domain, and
I went off against my father's and
mother's wishes. I had a beautiful
young wife and two cubs, and they
went with me. My young wife was
opposed to our going, but seeing that
I was determined, she was too faith
ful to allow me to go alone. So, with
our two little ones, we set out one
line morning just as the sun was com
ing into sight All day long we trav
eled, only stopping now and then to
eat honey from the wild bees' hives,
or to quench our thirst at some brook.
And I remember we did pause long
enough to allow our little ones to take
a nap. Then, on and on we went, ever
toward that great mountain which
seems to hold
Buch
temptation for
venturesome youth.
"Well, toward evening we reached
the very heart of that mountain, and
on the way we passed several paths
not made by bears or other four-footed
creatures. There were strange look
ing footprints, and I felt sure we were
to meet with sometnmg exciting and
novel. But nothing happened just
then. And as the cubs were tired out,
and their mother a bit weary, we de
cided to lay us down to rest and
sleep. I fell into a deep slumber til
most immediately ana so did the cubs.
But my wife said she felt so thirsty
that she would go down the mountain
side and drink from a spring we had
passed on our way up.
"But hardly had she left when. 1
heard a noise more sudden and sharp
than thunder and saw ,a flash like
lightning. Then I heard my dear
wife's shriek and groans. I ran with
all possible speed to her, and there I
saw her lying, weltering in her own
blood. I ran to her, but as I was
about to lick a great usly wound I dis
covered*in her side, and thus stop the
bleeding, another of those terrific re
ports sounded in my ears, and I hearcl
something go whizzing past my head.
I ran into a thicket nearby, for I knew
that whatever the cause of my dsi'.r
Mrs. Bruno's wound, it was alBo ai'ii
ed at me, and it was my duty to my
cubs, and to their wounded mother, to
save myself, if possible. So behind
the cluster of bushes I hid, and saw
several tall, two-footed creatures come
to the spot where my poor wife was
dying. I could tell from the groans
which escaped her and the look in her
eyes that Bhe would soon pasB out of
her agony. And upon sight of the
strange animals she tried to rise, to
show fight, but fell back—dead."
Grandpapa Bruno stopped to wipo
hiB eye and to steady ms voice, which
had grown unsteady. Then he resum
ed his narrative. "And then I crept
up the mountain side to get my cubs
and to hurry homeward. But I was not
to have any such good luck. Those
long, two-footed creatures, with
white, small faces, were on my triH,
and as I was nearing my cubs—who
were still asleep—another one of thosa
terrible, sharp, thunderlike explosions
sounded behind me and I felt a sting
ing sensation in my foot. I found also
that I could not run on that foot as 1
did on the other three, and Bidled ff
into another deep thicket, hiding my
self from my pursuers. they went
past me up the mountain path and
came full upon my cubs, my darli ig
little ones, who were fast asleep. I
guess I was forgotten by those mur
derers, for they did not look for mv.
They took my ci bs—fighting and
growling, the dear little things—into
captivity. And I have never seen
them since."
Again the old bear paused in his
story, bending his face in hia paws
and weeping silently. The hearts of
his listeners were touched, and the
leader of the band—such a gay, light
hearted bear—put ais paw sympathet
ically on the old bear's knee and said:
"Since it pains you so, good Grand
papa Bruno, to go over that sad story,
please tell us no more. We do not
enjoy what is pain to you."
"Ah, my sons," replied Grandpapa
Brun, "I am suffering the remem
brance of that sad circumstance in the
telling that I may save you the same
sort of experience. I never allow my
self to talk of the said ending of my
dear Mrs. Brun and the kidnaping r.f
my little ones unless it is to warn a
fellow bear. And I'm almost done my
story for what remains amounts to
nothing as compared to the part al
ready told."
"Yes. After I saw my little ones
carried off, and also watched the cruel
creatures who had killed my wife
take her poor body and place it on a
wooden thing, which they pulled down
the mountain side, I lay down in the
thicket to die. My physical pain was
nothing to my mental suffering. I
was directly responsible for my wife's
death and the carrying of my cubs,
and I wanted to die. I did not think
I could live another night.
"But we cannot always die when we
would like to, and when the morning
came my paw was so swollen and
caused me such intense agony that I
went to the brook down the mountain
side, found a cool, vine covered spot,
where I might not be seen, and lay
down with my poor paw in the water.
There I lay for days, eating and drink
ing nothing. Every little while I would
draw my paw from the brook to liclc
the wound. But when I saw how
swollen and feverish it was a feeling
of homesickness came over me, and
I crept toward this place—the home
of my happy cubhood. I wanted to dio
.surrounded by my own kind. Arid I
'also wanted to warn my people about
these dangerous creatures on rhat
mountain yonder.
"Well, after reaching home—which
took a long time and brought me into
repeated danger—I fell very ill and
all my friends despaired of my life—
a life that held no charm for me any
longer. But weeks passed and my
paw rotted away, leaving but this old
stub." Here grandpapa held out the
crippled paw stub. "And I lived and
became strong.
'You have been spared to give
warning to others who may be wild
and venturesome like yourself,' said
one dear old grandmother bear to me.
"And so it was true. Life was
forced upon me for a purpose. But
—it's getting late and you chaps are
off for the great mountain yonder,"
and Grandpapa Bruno looked about
on his listeners.
"No, we're off for our own safe
beds," cried the band. And they kept
their words, too.
STORIES—LETTERS.
HOW BIRDS. WILD ANIMALS AND
INSECTS PROCURE FOOD
FOR WINTER.
Editor Courier Junior:
I think "How Birds, Wild Animals
and Insects Procure Food for the Win
ter," would be a good title or subject
for the Juniors to write about, as it
teaches the children to be observing,
and thoughtful and humane toward
those creatures who do so much good
for mankind.
While we are preparing for wlnte*
our mamas are putt!ng away fruit,
pickles, etc., and our fathers are get
ting food for the stock, the children
surely wonder what the Insects, wild
animals, and birds do during the win
ter for food.
For instance what does the bear
and the woodchuck live on through
the long winter?
The birds who winter here and
what do the bees live on and where
in the winter?
As ever your friend,
Beryl Daniels, age 14.
Eldon, la., box 223.
MY CHOICE OF OCCUPATION.
I think It would be nice for the Jun
iors to write a story telling their
choice of occupation.
As for my choice, I would like to be
a teacher. I think it would be nice
to attend the county institute and get
a first-class certificate and follow the
county superintendent's instructions,
and begin teaching small pupils and
then keep going higher and some day
get to be principal of some high
school. From there I will be county
superintendent and that Is as high an
office as I expect to hold.
Retta Ri ark, age 11,
R. R. No. 3. Farmington, Iowa.
"COLONEL BALLINGALL."
I think a very good subject for a
contest would be one about Colon-4
Ballingall as he was well known and
was a great worker for anything that
was a benefit to this city.
He was one of the early settlers and
came here when there were no rail
roads swd lived in log houses. He
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OTTUMWA IOWA OCTOBER 1908.
always made his home in the east
part of the city. He made his home
in the old depot hotel that stood at
one time between Vine street and
Union street. He built the Ballingall
hotel and at the time of his death
willed it to the city, which is the larg
est hotel in the city.
He also gave the city the ground
just north of the union depot which
is used as a park and which bears his
name in flowers ath the park.
Ballingall's death occurred in China
and his remains were brought here
for burial. It was one of the largest
funerals ever held In the city. He
was buried in the Ottumwa cemetery.
Ballingall was a rather large man and
he was well liked by all who knew
him.
Forest Weber, age 8.
1305 East Main St, Ottumwa.
"HOUSEKEEPING."
Dear Editor:
I think a good subject would be
"Housekeeping." Let the Juniors
write and tell how they would keep
a house and family, if they had one
of their own. Tne reason I think this
would be a good subject is because
the Junior- may have a house and
children some time to take care of.
and they would have lot of time to
think, if they begin now. I help my
mamma lots of times and she says I
do just fine. Your friend,
Juliette Eisenbels, age 11.
401 W. Park Ave., Ottumwa.
A NICE LETTER FROM WILDA.
Dear Editor:
This is the first time I have ever
written. I go to Liberty school. My
studies are reading, arithmetic, gram
mar, geography and spelling. I have
one doll and two cats. Their names
Republican Heir Apparent
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CHARLIE TAFT.
Charlie Taft, the good-natured son
of the Republican presidential nomi
nee, is his father's boon companion
and if the former secretary of war
enters the White house, Charlie will
have more influence than the mem
bers of the cabinet.
are Rose and Nellie. Rose has some
kittens. I have two brothers and
three sisters. Their names are Pearl,
Fay and Vada. My brothers' names
are Floyd and Lester.
We have four cows. Their names
are Rose, Pide, Daise and Rone. We
have one little calf. I have about a
mile to walk to school. My teacher's
name Is Miss Kittle Willson, She *s
a good teacher.
Yours truly,
Wilda Sawyer.
Box 6, R. R. No. 3, Agency, Iowa.
PEARL GOES TO LIBEf.TY SCHOOL
Dear Editor:
I go to Liberty school. There are
sixteen pupils who go to my school.
We have a play house at school.
The boys play ball at school.
I have three sisters and two broth
ers. Their names are Lester and
Floyd. My sisters' names are Wilda
and Fay Vada.
Your friend,
Pearl Sawyer, age 8.
Batavia, Iowa.
LIBERTY SCHOOL HAS A PLAY
HOUSE.
Dear Editor:
I go to Liberty school. There are
sixteen scholars go to my school. We
have a play house. The boys play
ball. We have lour calves. We have
four horses and one little colt. My
teachers' name is Miss Kate Wilson.
I will close for this time.
Your friend,
Mary Cassie Boysel, age 11.
Agency, Iowa.
IDA CHACEY WRITES HER FIRST
LETTER—A SPLENDID ONE.
Dear Editor:
Well as I have.never written to the
Courier Junior before, I thought 1
would write. I take great interest in
reading the Junior letters.
I go to Fairview school District No.
1. My teacher's name is Miss Kate
O'Rourke. I like her very well as a
teacher. I am in the eighth grade.
My studies are arithmetic, reading,
iSSpfefcll
history, grammar, physiology, geo
graphy, spelling, writing and drawing.
My teacher is going to teach us to
paint.
I have one brother and two sisters
going to school. My sisters' names
are: Mollie, Hazel, Edith and Velma.
My brothers' names are Raymond,
Walter, George and Merle.
I go to Sunday school almost every
Sunday at Mt. Zion M. E. church. It
is a country church 54 years old, sur
rounded by a beautiful cemetery.
A few years ago they laid out a new
cemetery just across the road on the
south. We take great pride in keep
ing up the church and yard, as it is
the last resing place of so many of our
loved ones.
My papa is the superintendent of
the Sunday school.
Our pastor is Rev. Smith. F. O.
Bottorf is my Sunday school teacher.
The names of the pupils that are in
my Sunday school class are as fol
lows: Audry and Beatrice Redfem,
Daisy Ramey, Ethel Parish, Dean Bot
torff," Ralph and Edgar Davis, Lee
Grant and Adna Hollingsworth, Ralph
Hayes, my brother and I. Well I will
close. Your friend,
Ida Chacey, age 12.
Hedrick, la., R. R. No. 3.
RETTA WANTS TO EXCHANGE
POSTALS,
Dear Editor and Juniors:
As I have not written for so long I
will write. Ever so many thanks for
the roller skates you sent me in the
advertisement contest. I am now try
ing for a post card album. I have now
eighteen postcards sent by the Cou
rier Junior and four from Forest Web
er and one from Agnes Jacobson. I
will be glad to exchange post cards
with any of the Juniors. My school
began the 14th of ,'eptember with
Miss Minnie Bowles aB teacher, and
we all dearly love her. There are
eighteen scholars going to my school
now." My classmates are Mary and
Anna Muntz. My playmate is Ruth
Gray. We have a large play ground.
There are 42 shade trees in our play
ground. The name of our school is
Flat Rock. It derives it name from
a large rock southeast of the school
house in the little creek of Bolden,
which affords the school children a
beautiful play ground. Our school Is
in the northeast corner of Farming
ton township. I am writing this at
school. From a Junior friend,
Retta Ruark, age 11.
Farmington, la., R. R. No. 3.
ANOTHER LIBERTY
GIRL.
SCHOOL
Dear Editor:
I go to Liberty school. There are
sixteen scholars. We have lots of
fun in our playhouse. The older
scholars play ball. My teacher's name
is Miss Katie Wilson. I like to go to
school. I have two sisters and one
brother. Their names are Lela, Faun
and Kenneth. Lela is married. Wa
have the nicest dog. His name is
Jack. He is white and has yellow
spots on him. Pr.pa takes the Tri
Weekly Courier. I will close for this
time.
Fern Walker, age 7.
Batavia, la., box 161.
LOR ETTA'S FIRST LETTER.
Dear Editor:—As I have never writ
ten, I thought I would write. I am
a Daily Junior. M* papa takes the
Courier. I like to read the letters
and stories and think it is very nice.
I go to No. 5 school and the teacher's
name is Lizzie Wllkie. And as' my
letter is getting long, I will close.
Hoping to receive .. postal card from
the Junior, I wil close.
Your Junior friend,
Loreta Coady, age 12,
Melrose, Iowa.
GEORGE WASHINGTON.
Dear Editor and Juniors.
I will write a story about George
Washington. He was the first presi
dent of the United States and was
born in Bridges Creek, Va., in 1732.
He was married in 1759 to Mrs.
Martha Curtis and was installed in
1789.
He was in his office eight years and
died at Mt. Vernon. Va.. Dec. 14. 1799.
He was 67 years old when he died.
From a little Junior,
Clara Maring, age 6.
Batavia, Iowa.
JESSIE RAISED 40 CHICKS.
Dear Editor:
This is my first letter. I like to go
to school. My teacher's name is Mr.
Biddle.
I raised forty chickens last year. 1
will again next year.
I will write more the next time.
Jessie Hoffman, age 8.
Libertyville, la.
CLARA HAS THREE BROTHER3
AND THUEE SISTERS.
.bear Courier Junior:
I received your postal card and I
thank you very much for it. I hope
that I will recelvr another postal card.
I have three brothers and three sis
ters. The baby's name is Erde Aly
mer Repp.
Well as my letter is getting long I
will close for this time.
Yours truly,
Clara Repp, age 9.
Melrose, la., R. R. No.4.
FERN READY TO EXCHANGE
CARDS.
Dear EdltM- and Juniors:—As I
have not writftn to the Juniors for a
long time I thought I would write to
night.
I have been going to school every
day. Our school began the fourteenth
of this month. I like to go very well.
My teacher's name is Nettie Galey.
I study arithmetic, reading, history,
spelling, grammar, pnysiology, geo
graphy and music. I like all of my
studies but history and grammar.
There are fourteen going to our
school.
I an* very glad when Saturday comes
so I can read the Junior page. I like
to write to it and read the letters
from other Juniors.
The Juniors that sent me post cards
Wil have to excuse me because I didn't
have any cards then, but if you Jun
iors want to send more to me now, I
will send them back sooner this time.
I have received seven cards from
the Courier Juniors and altogether I
have fifty-six.
We live eight miles north of Ottum
wa on a farm of eighty acres. Our
house has nine rooms in it.
I am five feet four inches tall. I
am taller than my older sister.
As I do not want to take up too
much space in the Junior page, I will
close, wishing the Junior success.
Yc frieud,
Feme Epperly, age 11,
Route 5. Ottumwa. Iowa.
DELMAR IS LEARNING HOW
TEND TO THE STOCK.
TO
Dear Editor:
As 1 have never written before I
thought I would write to the Courier
Junior. I am ten years old. My
Grandma Duckworth a tees the Cou
rier and I like to read the Junior
page.
I live in Bloomfleld. I am visiting
my grandpa and grandma who live on
a farm near Floris.
I have two sisters and one brother.
Their names are Inez, Eunice and
Aaron.
I go to school in Bloomfleld. My
studies are third reader, arithmetic,
geography and spelling.
My grandpa has most all kinds of
stock on the farm. He is teaching me
how to take care of the stock while
I am visiting him.
He has one large Scotch colly dog.
His name is Boxer. He is a grent
help in handling the stock.
As my letter is getting long I will
close for this time. Wishing the Jun
ior success, Yours respectfully,
Delmar Lierow.
Bloomfleld, la.
CARRIE'S GRANDMA SAVES THE
JUNIORS FOR HER.
Dear Editor:
Seeing so many letters and stories
in the Courier Junior I thought I
would write, as I have never written
before.
I am a little girl 11 years old.
My papa does not take the Courier,
ftiv grandma takes it and she saves
the Courier Juniors and gives them to
me. I like to read the stories and let
ters.
We have an organ. I have seven
brothers and two sisters.
My brothers' names are Erie, Wra *,
Orrln, Roscoe, Ben, George and Rob
ert. My sisters' names are Rosie and
Mary.
My papa'B name is Charley.
My. mamma's name is Myrt. As
my letter is getting long I will close.
perhaps I will write again.
From your new Junior,
Carrie Thompson, age 11.
Floris, la., R. R. No. 3, box 2.
GRACIE WRITES BECAUSE SISTER
WRITES.
Dear Editor and Junior:
As I have not written for some
time I will do so now. My sister is
writing, too.
I go to the Shlloh school in York
township, Lonoke county. My school
teacher's name is Henry Melton. I
like him very much. I read in the
first reader. My classmates' names
are Ruth Peters and Neva O'Barr. I
think they are nice little girls.
Grade Ellen Rupe.,
No. 2. Cabot, Ark.
JENNIE'S TRIP TO ARKANSAS.
Dear Editor:
As I have not written for some time
I will do so now. I am at school now.
My teacher's name is Henry H. Mel
ton. I like him very well for a school
teacher. There Is about forty schol
ars enrolled.
The weather is nice and warm down
here.
I came from Iowa. I will tell you
something about our trip down here.
We came in two wagons. The roads
were nice and level as far as about
the central part of Missouri, where
there v/ere rocks and hills. We cross
ed the Missouri river in a ferry boat.
The water was awful muddy and
deep. The town where we crossed
the Missouri river was Glasgow. From
that on were rocks and large hills ^r
mountains.
We came through the city of Spring
field. It is down in the valley be
tween some mountains.
We came through many small vil
lages and towns. The water in White
river of Arkansas is about tour feet
deep where we came across and It
didn't look to be but about six Inches
deep. We could see the fish swim
ming around in the water and the
rocks of the bottom 'ould be seen as
well as if there were no water over
them.
I say many other things that I could
tell but as my letter is getting long I
will close. Wishing the Junior much
success, I remain
Jennie nupe, age 13.
Cabot, Ark., R. R. No. 2.
NEOMA IS EFFIE'8 CLASSMATE.
Dear Editor:
As I have never written before I
thought I would write now. I go to
the Shiloh school. I am in the fifth
grade. My teacher's name Is H. A.
Melton. There are about forty schol
ars enrolled, but they do not all come.
As my letter is getting long I will
NOTICE.
,'*' jer All letters for '.his department rmttl 1
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be addressed,
"Courier Junior,"
"Ottumwa,
"Iowa." s!«
FOR THE CHILDREN.
close, hoping to receive a postal. EfHa
Rupe asked me to write this, so pleaso
send her one too. Our address is
Cabot, Ark., R. R. No. 2.
Neoma O'Daniel, age 13.
Cabot, Ark., R. R. No. 2.
CHARLEY OWNER OF CAT, PIO
AND A COLT.
Dear Editor and Juniors:
As I have never written before, I
thought I would write. I am a little
boy four years old.
I have for pets a pig, a cat and I
have a colt down at my grandma's. Its
name is Perkins. It is a sorrel colt.
I am going to get two billy goats.
My sister is writing this for me. I
will close for this time. Good-bye,
Charley Maring, age 4.
Batavia, la. [.
FOUR YEAR OLD JUNIOR'S
TER.
LET-
Dear Editor:
I am a little girl four years old. As
Nettn was writing I thought I would
write too. I have a pet lamb. I call
her Speckle. She will eat salt out -it
my hand. I went to school on my
birthday and had lots of fun.
Well as my letter is getting long I
will close. From your Junior friend,
Edith Ninemier.
Lameson, Mo., R. K. No. 3.
TOO BIG FOR A HIGH CHAIR.
Dear Courier Junior:
This is the first letter I have writ
ten to the Junior.
I have a little high chair. My
mamma got It for me when I was .u
baby. I am too iarge to sit in now,
.but we keep it for other babies to sit
in when they come here. I have no
brothers or sisters to give it to.
Dean L-eLong, age 6.
Blakesburg, la., R. R. No. 2.
DOROTHY HAS TWO PIGEONS,
Dear Juniors:
I am going to write about my pets.
I have two pigeons. Their names are
Prue and Patty. I have a dog, Hia
name is Tippie. I have four cats.
Their names are Baddest and Bell,
Bessie and Tom. I will close for this
time.
From your loving Junior,
Dorothy Abigail Puffer, age 10.
Bloomfleld, Ia„ R. R. No. 6.
LOUISE LIVE3 ON A FARM OF 84
ACRES.
Dear Editor:
I am a little girl nine years old. I
live on a farm of 84 acres. I go to
school every day and study arithmetic,
reading, grammar, physiology, geo
graphy and writing. My teacher's
name is Mildred Milley. 1 sit with
Minnie Halton. I live a quarter of a
mile from school.
I remain Louise Rickey.
Lucas, la., R. R. No. 1.
RUTH'S CAT CAN OPEN
SCREEN DOOR.
THE
Dear Editor:
I am going to write about our cat.
His name is Tommy. He is a big cat
and is almost three years old. He will
Jump up on mamma's lap and try tx
get between mamma and the baby.
He will let Helen, our baby sister,
pull him and really hurt 1.1m and nev
er slaps her.
He can open the screen doors and
can open the cupboard doors if they
are not fastened tight.
He will ride on our shoulders when
we are out of doors.
This is my first letter to the Cou
rier Junior.
Nina Ruth enkins, age 7.
Frederic, la., R. R. No. 1.
JUNIOR RECEIPTS.
FUDGE.
4 cup3 of sugar 1 cup of water or
milk butter, the size of a walnut:
cocoa to suit taste. In using milk, stir
while cooking. Pour on buttered
plates and cut in squares.
Fay Lav/son, age'11.
Bloomfleld, la., R. R., No.
WHITE TAFFY.
Two cups of sugar.
One cup of water.
Teaspoonful butter.
Two tablespoonfuls of vinegar.
Cook -until it will form a ball in cold
water.
Put on a buttered plate to cool.
When cool enough' pull till white.
Flavor with your choice.
Your Junior,
Loora Lewis,
P.ussell, Iowa. R. B., No. 4, box 53
CHEESE BALLS.
One cup grated chf-ese.
Whites of three eggs well beaten.
A little bit of red pepper.
One-half teaspoon s«lt.
Let stand after mixing IB minutes.
Make into ball the size of a walnut
and fry In deep fat ufttil brown.
Pearl West, age 13,
Blakesburg, Iowa. R. R., No. 1.
APPELLATE SALAD.
Ingredients: Three heads of lettucs.
Tow handfuls of mustard and cress.
Ten young radishes.
A few slices of cucumber.
Let the herbs lie in ice water for an
hour or over.
Wash, carefully pick over and drain
thoroughly, swinging gently in clean
cloth.
Cut lettuce into small pieces and
radishes and cucumbers into thin slices.
Mix all these together with mustard
and cress.
Cut the tops from bright red apples.
Scrape out all pulp, fill with the salad
and over it pour the dressing.
Replace the ton. the stem of apple
being used as a handle to lift it.
Garnish with bright red leaves.
Kdith Shepherd,
Ottumwa. Iowa, llf So. College St.