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VOL. 4 NO. 25
The Courier Junior
Published by
THE COURIEH PRINTING CO.,
OTTUMWA, IOWA.
MATILDA DEVEREAUX.
EDITOR.
THE LINCOLN VOTES.
tlear Juniors. We are going to
,glve you all another chance to send in
the names of some men whom you all
ihnow voted for Lincoln. You all know
&< by this time that the Grand Army
"men are going to celebrate this great
day and we thought it would be nice
for the Juniors to assist the old sol
diers in hunting up some of the men
Who voted for Lincoln and send the
names to the Junior, together with a
little history of each veteran.
We think that this will be a splen
did contest if all.the Juniors will work
hard. No doubt many of you have
grandfathers, uncles, or perhaps your
own fathers who voted for Lincoln.
The following list of Lincoln voters
will give you some idea of what we
Vant:
I The Men Who Voted for Lincoln.
Pascal Holmes lives two miles east
of Croton, Iowa. He was one of the
I first settlers there. He lives on a
farm which he owns.
Isaac Wear who died in November,
11908, lived 1% miles south of Farming
ton. Iowa. He was our neighbor at one
time.
John Underwood lives 2% miles
.northeast of Croton, Iowa. He was one
of the first settlers in Lee county.
Bradley Kellogg lives 2% miles
northeast of Croton, Iowa. Mr. Kellogg
and Mr. Underwood Join places and
'are brother-in-laws.
James Vest lives 16 miles north of
Kearney, Nebraska. He was one of the
first settlers in Nebraska. lie is my
uncle.
David Anderson lived 16 mllfes north
Of Kearney, Nebraska, Buffalo county.
He was one of the first settlers in
Nebraska. We lived neighbors to Mr.
Anderson at one time.
Abraham Anderson lives 16 miles
north of Kearney, Nebraska, in Buf
falo county. We lived neighbors to
him at one time. He is an old set
,tler.
John Gravely lives 15 miles north
Of Kearney, Nebraska, Buffalo county.
H" moved from W. Virginia. He is an
old settler.
Sam Charten lived 15 miles north of
Kearney, Nebr. He was an old set
tler and moved from West Virginia.
Charlev Gentry lives 17 miles north
of Kearney, Nebr. He is an old set
tler.,
Isaac Simmerman lives 17% miles
north of Kearney, Nebraska. He is an
old settler.
Bob Antheny lives in Croton, Iowa.
He was on of the first settlers in that
place.
Frank Waist lives 4 miles southeast
of Croton, Iowa. He Is an old settle!
of Croton.
Martin Hensen lives 4 miles south of
Croton, Iowa. He was one of the first
men to settle at Croton.
Jacob Matheny lives in Keokuk, la
He is not a very old settler in Keo
kuk.
William Grooms lives about 2 miles
cast of Avery, Iowa. He is an old set
tlor.
John Scott, who died in 1903, lived
5 miles south of Warren. Iowa, and
•was an old settler.
Joe Rogers lives 3% miles south of
Keokuk, Iowa. He is an old settler.
John Smith lives 6 miles north of
Pleasanton, Nebraska. He is an old
Soldier and an old settler.
Will Grant lives 6y2 miles south of
Pleasanton, Nebraska. He Is an old
settler.
Jacob Seth lives 10 miles from
Portsman, Ohio. He is an old soldier.
He is my great uncle.
Hiram Dickman lives 12 miles from
Portman, Ohio. He is my great uncle.
He is an old soldier and an old set
tler.
John Maple lives 13 miles from
Pittsburg, Penn. He is my uncle. Ho
is an old settler.
Joe Maple lives 13 miles from,Pitts
burg, Ohio. H!e is my uncle. He is an
old settler.
Roy Seth lives 10 miles from Ports
man, Ohio. He is my great ur.cle. He
Is an old settler.
Hubert Seth lives 6 miles from
Portsman, Ohio. He is an old settler.
Bert Maple lives 3 miles south of
Pittsburg, 0,hio. He Is an old settler.
I am a Tri-Weekly Junior.
Leona Vest,
Ottumwa, Iowa.
Aged 12.
.• The Lincoln story contest closes
January 30, but the Lincoln voters'
contest will not close until Wednes
day, Feb. 3.
We will give some splendid prizes
for this contest, such as Lincoln
souvenir spoons, Lincoln statues, Lin
coln pictures, etc.
We intended to start a new contest
today, but on account of extending the
time of the Lincoln voters' contest we
will not announce the new contest un
til next week.
6 Lincoln Souvenir cards.
The Juniors wanting Lincoln souve
nirs can write on the following sub
jects
SELFISHNESS.
UNSELFISHNESS.
KINDNESS REPAID.
THE FOLLY OF PRIDE.
THE GOOD OF PRIDE.
We will this week commence send
ing the postals to the Juniors who
have written the little stories an
nounced the past two weeks. The de
lay has been caused by the Lincoln
souvenirs not getting here until to
day.
Jftortj 0f iBecmtifuIf
glacli ^on\}fs%iU
I am a beautiful black pony of no
special breed. I stand about thir
teen and one-half hands high and
•weight about nine hundred pounds,
mane is long and glossy, my tail
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is coal black and reaches nearly to
the ground. I have a white face and
both my left feet are white.
I used to live in the city. Oh!
what a hot, dusty place that was, by
the side of my nice country home of
today!
When I was a colt my mother and
I were bought and taken to a distant
part of the city, far from the rude
barn in which I spent the first few
days of my life.
My new home was very pleasant,
however. My mother was gone ev
ery day and I did not see her from
eight o'clock in the morning until
from four to six in the evening.
There were many other colts in our
park-like city pasture, which was a
pleasant grassy spot dotted here and
there by trees.
During the time I spent there the
horses of our barn, both old and
young, were taken to the country to
spend a month or two every summer.
How we did enjoy those few short
weeks of our visit to the country!
When I was about three years old I
was taken itno the stable and some
harness was put on my back, a bit
was put into my mouth. But being a
very good-natured colt I only kicked
a little and let things go on as they
would.
Then I was hitched with a good-na
tured old horse and we were driven
around the pasture. Of course I was
a little scared but the horse told me
which way to go and we got along all
right.
For severel mornings we were driv
en around on the street and one
morning I was hitched with another
horse and we were driven all day, of
ten stopping at houses.
One day a saddle was put on my
back and a bit in my mouth. I was
led about the pasture, then I was led
up to a large stone and a man got on
my back. I kicked and shook myself
but could not get off my back.
I went a short distance very well
but when he slightly pulled my rein
I turned or rather whirled around and
galloped back to the barn.
This was repeated twice each day
for five or six days, at ths end of
which I was very well broke and was
kept in the barn and ladies, gentle
men and children' rode and drove me
anywhere.
I once heard a lady remark, "That
pony rides easier, and is much more
gentle than any other pony I ever
rode."
One day while I was resting in the
pasture a gentleman, lady and little
girl came to the barn. The man said
that he wanted a gentle horse for the
lady and child to drive.
I was hitched to a light buggy, the
lady and child took their places and
ordered, the check rein let out to its
greatest length, which was done by
one of the men standing by. I want
ed much to please them and I think
I must have done so. Several times
the lady and child came to drive me
or a gentle pony of my own age, size,
temper, and beuaty. Her name was
Lady and mine was Beauty.
One day they all came back again
and wet Lady and myself, were taken
to the first house south of our barn,
which was a buggy and harness shop.
A set of harness was put on us and
we were hitched to a fine, new surrey.
The man, woman, and child got in
and we were driven to a blacksmith
shop, where shoes were put on us.
We were driven to a house where a
trunk was put in the buggy.
We were driven out of the city and
into the country. At night we stopped
near a river where there was an old
house and barn. We, the carriage, in
mates and Lady and I, occupied these.
We went on for about two weeks,
before we stopped at a fine farm
house with a long driveway in front,
on each side of which was a long row
of shade trees. We went up this ave
nue and stopped in front of the house.
Mrs. Arnold and Ruth got out of the
buggy. Three boys and two girls, all
older than Ruth, came out of the
house, all exclaiming, "What lovely
ponies, papa! Where did you get
them?" He replied to their questions
by saying, "We must unhitch them
now and I will tell you about them aft
er dinner."
We were driven through a gate into
a large barn yard. Chickens, geese,
turkeys, ducks and pigeons were en
joying themselves in the sun. In dif
ferent pens around were calves, pigs,
sheep and lambs.
We were unhitched and taken into
a big, well lighted barn and given a
pleasant dinner of corn, oats, alfalfa
and prairie hay. We were very much
pleased with our new home.
In the afternoon we were taken to a
pasture where there were several othe"
horses. Most of these horses were
large and black or grey. These were
all very good, sweet tempered horses.
There was one, however, who had long
legs legs and a very nice figure. She
was a very dark chestnut sorrel color
and a regular beauty, but, alas, her
temper was such that sho would stay
by herself all the time and even though
we were very kind to her she would
not allow us to go near her without
giving us a kick and telling us to mind
our own business. Her name w»s
Crocspatch.
Why she was so cross I cannot say,
for not one harsh word has been said
to us since we have been here except
when we did something wrong, which
we all tried not to do except Cross
patch.
I really believe she has changed
some fo' she does not appear so cross
ps she used to, and she told Lady and
I this story not long ago:
"I was born in the lowliest kind of
a shed which was deserted and faced
a'n open road. My mother was a fiery
racehorse who was so old that her
master had driven her away. She said
my father was a broncho of the wild
est kind. My mother grazed along
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the road and one night stopped In that
miserable shed in which I was born.
The man who owned this shed found
me and stayed with me a short time
trying tt make me get up by kicking
and pulling me, but I could not. My
mother, who had gone to get some
breakfast, came back and the man led
her off. He soon came back with my
mother hitched to a cart. He put me
in the cart and drove my mother at a
rapid gait through the meadow to an
old barn. My mother and I were all
the horses that lived here. We were
treated cruelly, but we were only there
awhile for we escaped through a gap
in the hedge.
"One night my mother dted on tho
road about a mile from here $nd Mr.
Arnold took me from her. The first
horses I made acquaintance with were
Topsy and Tom, the gray horses yon
der. They called me a traveling shirk
and since then I have regarded
aU horses, men, and all other living
things as enemies." The above is the
story of Crosspatch. But friends and
readers I believe she has a right to be
a crosspatch and is taking advantage
of a chance to do better at least I
hope so
But frierids, I will again go back to
were I began telling Crosspatch's
story.
When we came into the pasture the
large black and gray Percheron mares
came and greeted us warmly, asked
use if we had come to stay, and when
we said we had, they told us we had
found a good home.
Almost every day the children came
to ulay with us. Sometimes they
would bring a- bridle apiece and
ride us.
There were twelve of the other
horses but three of them were younij
and had been broke neither to har
ness nor bridle. The children took
turns riding the other horses but thny
always had to draw straws to see who
would ride Lady and I.
On Saturday we were always taken
to the barn and on Sunday we were
driven to church on5e, twice or three
times each Sunday. The church was
situated in a pretty village. All
around it were trees to which we
were tied. We were always glad to
go for here we met so many horses,
both good and bad. Sometimes ws
met entirely strange horses.
My. mistress, who is weak and fraiii,
often takes long trips and drives lyady
and I to a light buggy.
We have now been in this delight
ful home about eleven years. Most
of the horses that were here when we
came have been sold to good masters
or have died. Crosspatch, Lady, three
others and 1 are all that' are left, but
all are of the same good, big, old
class, however.
All of the children are married now
and I am happy to say each has taken
one of Lody's colts, not that I am glad
to get rid of them, but that I wish
good luck to both.
STORIES—LETTERS.
THE SNOWBIRDS.
The snowbirds are about the size of
a sparrow, have a red dish colored
breast and a brown back.
They most always stay where it is
cold. They feed around pastures,
cornfields and wheat fields. They live
on corn, which is sihall, wheat, barley
and such small grains as they can
get.
They go together in large flocks in
search of food.
I go to school every day. My teach
er's name is Ellen Rothwell.
I have for pets a red pig, named
Fatty, three ducks named Dot, Pet
and Nat.
A calf named Niger, a horse named
Jip and a cow named Jersey.
I remain.
Warren McCormick, age 12
Trumbull, Neb.
R. F. D. No. 1.
SNOWBIRDS.
Snow birds come when there is
snow on the ground.
They are brown birds and not very
large. For food they eat bread crumbs
and many other things. When the
ground is white with snow you can
see their tracks on_ the snow. Snow
birds look like sparrows.
Well, as my letter is-getting long
I will close. Yours truly,
Edith Irene Ninemires, age 5.
Iameson, Mo.
R. F. D. No. 3.
A SNOWFLAKE.
In a great cloud among its brothers
was a little snowflake It saw that iU
brothers were falling to the earth. It
thought it would be fine, so it let go
and fell down to the earth. It was
fun when it hit on Mary's glowing
cheek and then fell to the ground to
help make a white blanket for moth
er earth. As soon as it quit storming
the snowflake felt some one lift it up
and then found that baby was holding
it in her hands. Then mamma told
her that it was cold. The next morn
ing some boys and girls began to bui!d
a snow fort. Baby Belle was with
them and she got this snowflake a: il
some others and helped to make the
fort. And this very snowflake was
part of a fort.
Louise Rickey, ags 10.
Lucas, Iowa.
R. F. D. No. 1
HOW ROVER SAVED THE BABY.
Rover wta the pet of the Jones fam
11- especiall." of Bobby end the baby.
Rover was a big Newfoundland dog.
He always liked to play games with
the children. The baby was Just two
years of age. There was a pond near
the house and the children would play
on the banks. They would thi ow
sticks Into the water and send Rover
after ihftm. Their .mather did not al-
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low them to play near the pond, but
they would play there sometimes,
without their mother knowing It.
One day Mrs. Jones went driving
and left the children in care of the
nurse. She did not watch them very
closely and they went out of the house
without her noticing them. They went
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t1?6 P°nd-
Rover
tnem. Bobby threw some sticks into
the pond and Rover went after them.
The baby got so near the pond that it
fell In. Bobby was so scared that he
did not know what to do. He called
Rover, seeing the baby in the water
went in after him. After, some strug
gling he brought the baby to the bank.
The nurse had missed the children
and could not find them about the
house. She then thought of the pond
and hurried there. She found the
baby almost drowned.
Mrs. Jones had just come home from
her drive and heard the nurse
scream. She came running down to
where the nurse was with the baby
in her arms. Bobby soon told them
how it all happened and then burst
into tears. He said he would never
go near that pond again.
The baby was soon all right and
was as well as ever.
I am a Daily Junior.
Grace Stoeker,
Blakesburg, Iowa.
Aged 14.
DOLLY DIMPLE
Once a little girl named Mary had
a doll.
It's name was Dolly Dimple.
It had blue eyes and rosy cheeks.
When she would lay it down it
would go to sleep.
Mary had fun with her doll.
Sometimes she would lay it down
and her little sister Dorothy would get
it and tear its hair down.
It would niake Mary cry.
One day Dorothy got the doll and
tore its hair off.
And everybody said that Mary had
shaved her hair oft.
One day Mary-was riding the horse
with Dolly Dimple in her arms and
dropped her and broke her head and
that was the last of Dolly Dimple.
Floyd Dean, age 9.
Hedrick, Iowa.
R. F. D. No. 6.
HOW ROVER SAVED THE BABY.
I will try to tell you how Rover
saved the baby.
Little Ethel Black lived on a large
farm with her father, mother, and hor
two brothers.
Her brothers' names were Harry
and Ralph.
Ethel was three years old, Harry
was five and Ralph was eight.
On Christmas the boys each got a
new pair of skates, and, like all boys,
were anxious to try them. So the
next day they asked their mother if
they might go on the pond and skate.
She to!d them they might. So they
started and little Ethel cried to go
with them, but her mamma told her
she could not go.
It had thawed some that day and
they had not been on the pond long
when they heard the ice crack. Their
papa was in the barn, and they ran
and told him. He told them they must
not go on there any more.
Ethel, just at this time, slipped out
of the back door and went to the pond.
She went on (she knew how far the
boys had taken her once) and
started to go across, when the ice
broke and she fell in.
She screamed and her father heard
and started to the pond.
Rover, who was with them, heard
too, and bounded off towards the
pond and caught Ethel's dress and
pulled her out on the ice just as ner
father got there.
They petted and praised him very
much.
Mae Shaffer, age 15.
Douds-Leando, Iowa.
CLARENCE AND HIS PETS.
Dear Junior:
As I was reading the Junior letters
this evening and found them so inter
esting, I thought I would like to join
with them by writing and telling them
about some of my pets.
For pets I have two ponies, two
goats, two bantams, one dog and two
colts.
My dog is black and white and I
call him Shep. I have two sisters and
three brothers. My sister'3 names
are Cora and Eva. My brothers'
names are Fred, Clifford and Har
rison. Well as my letter is getting
long I will bid you all good by.
I remain your Junior friend.
Clarence H. Rasmus,
No. 3, Hedrick, Iowa.
NEOMA WRITES AT SCHOOL.
Dear Editor:
As I havenot written for some time
I thought I would do so.
I am at school today. There are only
twenty-five puoils at school. My
teacher's name Is Henr- Melton. There
om two professors coming to visit
the school today. I belong to the
Baptist church at Mt. Pleasant. I go
to Sunday school nearly every Sunday.
My Sunday school teacher's name Is
Miss Cuml Beleyu.
AVell I will close. Wishing the Jun
ior success, I remain, orte of your Tri
weekly Junicrs.
Neoma O'Danlel,
Cabot, Ark., R. No. 2.
Aged 13.
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ABOUT SPIDERS.
Spiders are not insects. An insect
looks as if its body were almost cut
in three parts and it always has six
legs. Now, the body of spider is
made up of two pieces joined togetherA
Then the spider has eight legs in
stead of six four on each side. If you
could look inside the spider's body
you would see that it does not breathe
as Insects do.
All insects breathe through little
tubes that run all over the body and
open into a row of holes along each
side, but the spider has a sort of
lung and does not have the air tubes.
Insects ialways go through a number
of changes after they are hatched but
the spider has no such changes. A
young spider is of the same shape as
an old one. So you see that spiders
are not insects. All spiders spin webs
following of some sort through all their lives
while no insect can spin a woe of any
kind after it has passed through its
second change. The silkworm can spin
but when the silkworm becomes a
but got no answer, moth it can spin no more. There are
a great many sorts of spiders such as
wolf spiders, hunting spiders, mason
spiders and field spiders.
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Lawrence Smith, age 12
No 1 Oakley, Iowa.
CHLOIE'S SCHOOL.
Dear Junior:
I thought I would write for the first
time. I live in the country near Eldon
Iowa, and go to the country school. I
have a very good teacher. His name
is Robert H. Randolph. I like to go
to school. My studies are fourth
readers, arithmetic, language, geo
ography, spelling and writing. My seat
mate is -my sister, Ruth. Well I will
close. I read the Tri-Weekly.
Chlole Green, age 10,
No. 3, Floris, Iowa.
HOW ROVER SAVED THE BABY
There was once a family who lived
by the railroad. They had a little
child about three years old. One day
this little child went out to play on
the railroad. They had a dog named
Rover. When he saw the little child
playing on the track he went out and
commenced barking. The mother
heard the dog barking and went out to
see what he was barking at. When
she went out see what he was barking
at, she saw the little child on the
track and she went out and got it. It
was only a few minutes till a train
came tearing through. Thus the dog
saved the child's'life.
Anny Botts, age 12,
Drakesville, Iowa.
THE WINTER.
Dear Editor:
I thought I would write a story on
winter. Of the two seasons I like win
ter is the best, because I can coast
hunt and skate and wade in the snow.
The winters now are not as cold as
they were years ago and there is not
near much snow falls now as there
was then.
Many years ago the snow would
drift all over the fences and it would
be five or six feet deepf so that the
people could drive over the fences,
and sometimes the people would be
driving along and would sink down
in the snow and would be on top of
a hedge fence.
I received a postal of the horse thief
cave that is ne^r Ottumwa. With
many thanks I will close.
Van Mefford, age 11,
No 1, Hedrick, Iowa.
VERA'S FIRST LETTER.
Dear Editor:
This is my first letter to the Courier
Junior. I go to the Douglas school.
Mv teacher's name Is Miss Langfort.
My studies are arithmetic, geography,
reading, language, music, and draw
ing. I am in the fifth room. In sixth
grade. As my letter Is getting long 1
will close.
Your Little Friend,
Vera Heath,
Ottumwa, la.
JENNIE AND NEOMA
ARE SCHOOLMATES.
Dear Editor:
As I have not written for some time
I thought I would do so now.
I received the postal you sent to me
and I thank you very much for it.
I am at school now and my teach
er's name is Henry Melton. I sit with
Neoma O'Danlel. There are only five
girls and fifteen boys at school today.
I go to Sunday school nearly every
Sunday. My Sunday school teacher's
name is Charlie Snead.
Well I will close. Wishing the Jun
iors success I remain, one of your Tri
weekly Juniors.
Jennie L. Rupe,
Cabot, Ark.. R. No. 2.
Aged 13.
HANNAH LIKED HER POSTAL.
Dear Editor:
I received your Billy Sunday postal.
I thank you very much for it. We
were glad to get it. I go to Highland
school. My teacher's name Is Zora
Bryan. I am in the fifth grade. My
studies are arithmetic, reading, lan
guage, geography and spelling.
I am a Tri-Weekly Junior.
Hannah E. Sandahl,
Charlton, la.
BROTHER'S NAME IS LESTER.
Dear Editor:
I am a litle girl 12 years old. I go to
the Adams school. I have two sisters
and one brother. My sister's names
are Helen and Grace.. My brother's
name Is Lester.
I remain your Junior frend.
Rozetta Dowell,
Ottumwa, Iowa.
CORA WOULD LIKE TO
EXCHANGE POST CARDS.
Dear Editor:
As I have not written to the Courier
Junior for auite a while I will write
today. I enjoy reading the Junior let
ters and stories very much. I live
four miles south of Leando. I have a
mile and a half to walk to school. My
teacher's name Is Miss Plowman. I
like her very much. If any of the
Juniors wil send me a postal card I
will send them one.
.. fii* A,
Cora Pollock,
Douds-Leando, Iowa.
Aged 14.
THE STORY OF THE RED FOX.
Dear Juniors:
An orphan as you know is a child
that has lost both father and mother.
Once there was three cunning little
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baby foxes who lived in the woods.
Their home was in a deep hole in the
ground, which had a long entrance,
called a burrow. The father fox
was caught in a trap and killed when
the children were quiet young, and
one day the mother also failed to come
home. The little foxes were very
lonely and so hungry that they did
not know what to do. In the after
noon of that day a man who was
walking through the woods found the
mother of these three little babies lying
dead quiet near a hole in the ground,
which had been made by a fox. He
thought to himself, perhaps there may
be some little foxes in the hole. And
they will be very hungry and very
likely almost starving for want of
food.
So he got a shovel and set to work
digging the hole out very carefully.
Down and down he went with the
shovel. When he reached the bottom
he found three little foxes, and they
were quiet unable to look after them
selves. He began to wonder if his
great kind dog "Nell" which he had
left at home would look after these
shy little creatures until they were
old enough to be turned out into the
woods again to look after themselves.
He took them home and let them
run loose in the yard where "Nell"
was chained up. There were some
drain pipes in the yard, and at first
these little foxes were so frightened
that they ran up them and stayed
there about a half an hour, when they
came out. "Nell" at once went to them
and looked after them for some weeks
almost the same as their mother
would have done. When they were old
enought to look after themselves oft
they ran into the woods again.
I hope that in their own way they
did not forget to say" Thank You" to
"Nell" for her kindness.
Nurnberg Franenkirche or the
Church of Our Lady, is one of the
finest churches In Nurnberg. It was
erected in 1355-1361 on the site of an
old Jewish synagogue. In 1816 it was
used by the Roman Catholics. A quaint
clock is over the west portal, con
structed in 1506-1509, which at the hour
of noon presents moving figures of the
seven German electors.
Florence Skirvin, age 13.
Agency, la., R. R. No. 2.
ROSE'S LITTLE BROTHER..
Dea.r Editor:
I will join the contest this week. I
am going to write about "Rose's Little
Brother." As I think it is a very nice
subject to write about. Rose's name
was Rose Howard. Rose had a little
brother whose name was Jamie. Jamie
was three years old, and Rose was
eight years old. Jamie was not very
big and Rose was not very big either.
Jamis had black eyes, and light hair,
and his sister had blue eyes and black
hair. They lived In town. Rose would
take her little brother to town and
get him so candy or oranges. I am a
Dally Junior.
Aged 10.
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Pearl Lemley, age 10,
Melrose, Iowa.
THE SNOW BIRDS.
Dear Juniors:
I thought I would write about the
snow birds. They are the color of
the English sparrows. They stay with
us during the winter. When summer
comes they go north. I think they are
very pretty. I will close for this time.
Floris, Iowa.
SCHONNER BRUNNEN.
On one post card I got from the
Courier Junior is the picture of Schon
ner Brunnen in Nuremberg, Germany.
Almost all of Nurnberg, Frauenklrche
is on it too. Schonner Brunner or
"beautiful fountain," Is in the princi
pal square in the old city of Nurem
berg. It consists of a Gothic pyramid,
sixty-three feet high. It was erected
in 1389-1396 by Heinrlch and Is decor
ated with statutes of the seven elec
tors, nine famous historical personages
and Moses and seven prophets.
Mabel Skirvin,
Agency, Iowa.
MIRIAM VISITED THE COURIER
WITH HER PAPA.
Dear Juniors:
I am a little girl four years old. Mv
papa is a subscriber to the Tri-Week
ly. I went with papa and mama to
Ottumwa and saw the Courier build
in-'. For pets I have two kittens.
Their names are Toddy and Tabby. I
have never been to school but would
like to go.
Yeur Little Friend,
Miriam Sullivan,
Bloomfleld, Iowa.
Aged 4.
ROSE'S LITTLE BROTHER.
Once there was a little girl. Her
name was Rose and she had a little
brother named Ray. They had no
money no mother nor father. So Ray
had to beg for bread. One night Rose
cried for bread. Ray went out and did
not come back and Rose went to a man
and asked him what had happened.
He said that Ray had gone down the
railroad tracks and did not see the
train behind him. It ran over him
and killed him.
Aurela B. McCormick.
Trumbull, Neb., R. R. No. 1.
"WINTER."
I will write about winter. Boys and
girls usually play out of doors when
winter comes. They have sleds and
skates sometimes. Sometimes they
have parties and have merry times.
They play games and pull "taffy and
have refreshments of chestnuts and
different kinds of nuts and different
kinds of candy and fruits and cakes,
sherbets and ices. They could have
birthday parties or any month party
or any holiday parties, as Christmas,
New Year's, Easter Sunday and all
NOTICE.
All letters for chls department mint
be addressed,
"Courier Junior,"
"Ottumwa,
"Iowa.*
FOR THE CHILDREN.
other holidays. They may have funnj
dressings like clowns and turn hand
springs. I will tell you about the birda.
Insects and animals In winter time.
First I will tell about the birds.
There are many kinds of birds. Some
of the common names are blue birds,
black birds, red birds, hawks, crowa,
owls, blue Jays, robins red breast,
wrens, sparrows, English sparrows,
lettuce birds, yellow birds and many
other kinds.
Insects—Some are bees, wasps, flys,
butterflys, catterpillars, bumble bees,
honey bees, moths, worms, bugs ol
different kinds.
Animals—Some are horses, cowa
hogs, reindeers, buffaloes, lions tigers,
deers,. bison, sheep, goats and many
other kinds. Fowls I will write about
them. There are chickens,'ducks, tur
keys, quails, geese, wild ducks, wild
geese, wild chickens, prairie chickens,
wild turkeys. These fowls are all good
to eat and I like turkeys the best. I
also think they are the prettiest. Well
as my letter is getting long I will close,
My sister Leona wrote this for me.
Dear Editor:
I thought I would write to the Cour
ier Junior as I have not written for a
long time. I have written two tlmea
before and got two postals. I think
they are very oretty. I go to the Or
manville shool. My .studies ar«
reading, writing, arithmetic, geog
raphy, •grammar and spelling. I go a
mile and a half to school. I like to go
to school and so does my brother Har
vey.
Your Little Friend.
Ira Downing,
Ottumwa, Iowa.
RALPH WRITES OF CALIFORNIA.
Dear Editor:
I am in Oakland, California. I came
here from Ottumwa. Iowa.
came 2,30T miles.
I came witli my oapa and sister.
We passed through Denver and
could see Pike's Peak in the distance.
We changed cars at Ogdeil. There
we crossed Salt Lake. It is a big
body of water.
It took the train one hour and a half
to cross.
Ralph Jacobson,
Aged 9.
Yours truly,
Ida Fultz, age ll.
ERNEST JOINS JUNIOR FAMILY.
Dear Editor:
As I have never written before to
the Junior I thought I would write to
the Courier Junior. I have two broth
ers and one sister. Their names are
LeRoy and Wayland and Bertha. My
Papa has taken the TrI-Weekly for
a long time and we think it is a good
paper.
We have six head of horses. We have
two old horses and four little colts.. We, \n.
haye 64 head of fat hogs that we are
feeding. Well as my letter Is getting
long I will close for this time and
hope to see this in print.
Your Little Friend.
Ernest Laughlin,
Fairfield, Iowa.
Aged 9.
JUNIOR RECEIPT8.
CREAM CAKE.
2 eggs,
1 cup sugar,
1 cup cream,
2 cups flour,
1 teaspoonful cream tarter,
1 teaspoonful soda.
Put in a square pan and bake in a
moderately hot oven.
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*AV3:«»
Hazel Vest age 8.
Ottumwa, la., R. R. No. 6. Box 45.
GOES TO ORMANVILLE SCHOOL
Goldie Ralston,
Drakeville, la
GINGER DROP CAKES.
8 eggs,
1 cup of lard,
1 cup molasses,
1 cup brown sugar,
1 tablespoonful ginger,
1 tablespoonful soda dissolved in
CUD of boiling water,
5 cups unsifted flour.
Drop three big spoonfuls of this
mixture in greased pan two inches.
apart.
Aged 8.
Ruth Ware,
Floris, Iowa.
APPLE SAUCE CAKE.
1 cup sugar,
cup lard,
1 cup raisins,
1% cups apole sauce,
"bis cups flour,
1 teaspoonful cinnamon.
1 teaspoonful nutmeg,
teaspoonful cloves.
1 teaspoonful soda.
Aged 10.
Rose Busn,
Ottumwa, la.
WHITE MOUNTAIN CAK^
Cream together cup of butter and
1 cup of sugar, add cup sweet milk,
alternately with 1 cup of flour and ^4
cup of corn starch, sifted with 2 tea
spoonfuls of baking powder and whites
of 6 eggs, beaten stiff. Bake in layers.
Age 9.
Maud Skirvin,
Agency, Iowa,
A SWEET POTATO PIE.
Cook two large sweet potatoes un
til they are done and rub them through
a colander. Take two eggs and beat
them well and a cup of sugar, one
pint of milk mixed all together. Flav
or to suit the taste.
Edna McNabb,
Ottumwa, la.
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A DISH OF SCRAPS.
Take some cold potatoes, a few
pieces of dry bread, some scraps of
cold boiled or fried meat- chop It all
fin- In the chopping bowl, season
with salt, pepper and sage put in a
piece of butter and cook It in the same
as hash. It is much better than pota
toes alone warmed over.
^Mabzel Skirvin,
Aged
Agency, Iowa.
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