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''Courier Junior,"
"Ottumwa, Iowa."
NO. 39
YOI.. 5
The Courier Junior
Published by
THE COURIER PRINTING CC«
OTTUMWA, IOWA.
MATILDA DEVEREAUX.
EDITOR.
WHAT TWENTY-FIVE CENTS
WILL BUY.
Dear Juniors:—Our new contest,
"What Twenty-Five Cents Will Buy,
is proving to be a splendid one. As
this contest does not close until Moii
I day, May 9, we will announce the
rules of the contest again:
We think the subject, "What Twen
ty-Five Cents' Will Buy," will maka an
I interesting contest. We wan* tne Jun
liore to write essays containing not
more than 300 words.
One might imagine oneself going on
shopping, a marketing, or a pleasure
expedition. This contest will close
Monday, May 9.
Select a prize from among the toi
I lowing:
A croquet set, solid silver spoon,
book or a brooch.
THE JUNIOR DEBATE.
The judges have decided that two
boys are entitled to prizes in the
Junior debate, Alfred Wyant and
Winfred Hunter being the Juniors
whose work is considered the btest.
THE APRIL LETTER PRIZE.
Ivan Beagle gets the prize for the
April letter.
THE SOUVENIR CARDS.
We want the Juniors to continue to
write nice letters. The Juniors show a
great improvement in their letter
writing.
We will give a surprise prize at tne
I end of May to the Junior who writes
the best letter, as well as send souv
enir cards whenever their stories or
I letters appear.
The Juniors can write on one of tne
following subpects and receive beauti
ful souvenir cards, if they do not care
to write letters:
THE JOURNEY OF A MATCH.
A STRAWBERRY BED.
TOM'S FIRST BALL GAME.
SEVEN RULES FOR THE JUNIORS.
1. Use one side of the paper only.
2. Write neatly and legibly, using
Ink or a sharp lead pencil.
3. Always sign your name in full
and state your age.
4. Number your pages.
5.
Do not copy stories or poetry
and send us as your own work.
6. Always state choice of a prize
on a separate piece of paper, with
name and address in full.
7. Address the envelope to Editor,
Courier Junior, Ottumwa, Iowa.
THE FUN COLUMN.
Here are a few of the contributions
received for the "Fun Column" this
A man's automobile broke down as
he went to the nearest farmhouse
and asked for a monkey wrench, hut
the farmer said, "Me ain't got no mon
key ranch, but me neighbor, Mr. Jones
has got a cattle ranch and me other
other neighbor, Mr. Smith, has a got
a sheep ranch, but me ain't got no
monkey ranch."
Hedveg Carlson, age 12,
(Original.) 1015 Locust street.
Ottumwa, Iowa.
"No, Willie," said mama, "No more
cake for tonight. Don't you know you
can't sleep on a full,stomach?" Well,
said Willie. "I can sleep on my back,
can't I?"
Forrest Smith, age 8,
Floris, Iowa.
It was on the railroad car. A one
I legged passenger entered and seated
himself. Another passenger eyed the
I newcomer for some minutes and then
'leaning forward remarked: "Only
one leg I see." "Yes." "Soldier?"
"No." "Sawmill?" "No." "Railroad?"
"No." "Orange Peel?" "No,' The
questioner lit a clay pipe and twisted
.uneasily in his seat. Then he said:
"Fine day?" "Yes." "My good man,
I don't think me rude, but how did you
lose that leg?" I dreamed one night
that I was a dog and bit it off." (Not
original.)
Your Junior friend,
Josephine L. Norton,
Melrose, Iowa.
Dear Editor: I thought I would
send you a few items for the funny
column.
Johnny came home the other night
In high glee, wearing the arithmetic
medal.
"What's that for?" asked his mother.
"That's the prize for doing exam
pies," said Johnny. "I did this one:
If our baby weighs eleven arid a half
pounds and gains an ounce each day—
('cause you told Mrs. Smith she did
yesterday)—how much will she weigh
when she is twenty years old? And
the answer was four hundred and six
ty-six pounds, and the teacher said I
earned the prize."
"O.* mother," exclaimed little Ray
mond upon his return from Sunday
school, "the superintendent said some
thing awful nice about me in his
prayer this morning." "That was
splendid. Raymond. What did he
say?" "He said, 'O, Lord, we thank
thee for food and Raymond.'"
"Robert," asked the teacher of a
small pupil, "how many days are there
in a year?" "Three hundred and six
ty-flve and a fourth," answered Boh'
hie. "How can there be a fourth of a
day?" asked the teacher. "O," replied
I
the little fellow, "that's the Fourth of
July."
A little girl was kneeling at her
mama's knee repeating this little
prayer:
Gentle Jesus ,meek and mild,
Look upon this little child.
Pity my simplicity
Suffer me to come to thee.
That morning her mama had given
her some Senna tea which she disliked
very much, and had a quite a time get
ting her to take it. And as her mama
repeated "pity my simplicity," the lit
tle girl said "pity my some senna tea."
A Junior friend,
Lois Griffin,
R. R. No. 7. Albia, Iowa.
(ThiB is original.)
One day in school the teacher told
her class to draw something so she
could tell from their drawings what
they were going to be when they grew
up.
All but one little girl drew some
thing.
At this the teacher was surprised
and said, "Mary, don't you want to be
something when you grow up?"
"Yes, I want to be married, but I
don't know how to draw it."
(Not original.)
Lois Henz, age 13.
Anthony, Harper county,
R. R. No. 2. Kansas.
When my little brother, Johnny,
was two or three years old, and when
he would see some dog fennel he
would say that it was dog funny, as
that Is what he called it. This is orig
inal.
From your Junior friend,
Mebel Skirvin, age 12.
R. R. No. 2. Floris, Iowa.
Hazel, a little girl, wanted to ride
their horse, Pet, and her papa told her
that she would fall off because she did
not have anything to hold to, and she
said she could hold to Pet's feathers.
Your Junior friend,
Mebel Skirvin, age 12.
R. R. No. 2. Floris, Iowa.
(Original.)
One day when my sister was at an
neighbor's the little boy, Hugh, saw a
picture of some men fighting in a war
and he said that they were shooting
with pistols and hitting with corn
knives.
Your Junior friend,
Maude Skirvin, age 12.
R. R. No. 2. Floris, Iowa.
(Original.)
When my brother Frank was four
years old he used to go to school with
us. One morning he said he wasn't
going to school for he had resigned.
Maude Skirvin, age 12,
R. R. No. 2. Floris, Iowa.
(Original.)
Little Girl: "Papa, there was a
strange man here this morning."
Papa: "Did he have a bill?"
Little Girl: "No, he had just a plain
nose."
Teacher: "What does A. D. stand
for, Johnny?"
Johnny (after thinking awhile):
"After dinner."
When I was a littel girl I told a
friend about what bad dreams I
dreamed. She suggested that I would
think about the beautiful hymns in the
song books. "Hymns," I said, "What
are they?" "Why they are songs in a
hymn book," she replied. "Hymns,"
I repeated. "Are there any she song
books, too?" (This is true.)
I would like to exchange postals
with any of the Juniors.
Vida Wahle, age 12,
110 E. Court St. Ottumwa, la.
The Bird Family
One Mother Bird
In a deep, snug nest
And three Baby Birds
Beneath her warm breast.
One Papa Bird
On a limb close by,
Sending his love notes
Up to the sky.
Father and Mother
And we Babies three
Are ever so happy
In the nest in the tree.
A Peasant Boy
And a King
A PEASANT BOY AND A KING.
By HELENA DAVIS.
In the very, very long ago there
dwelt in a country across the sea a
king who was very very unhappy. He
often felt so tired of life as he lived
it that he sometimes wished to die.
And he would sit on his throne and
sigh deeply. And his courtiers would
vie with one another in trying to make
their monarch's existence less unbear
able. But they fawned upon him and
flattered him, and bowed down before
him in the humblest manner. And all
the time the king hated them for their
humbleness and servility. But being a
king, he held himself aloof from his
fellow-beings, and retained a haughty
r6S6rv6
One day while driving in his coach of
gold and silver, the king beheld a lit
tle peasant boy on the banks of a
river, fishing. The child looked up at
him, smilingly. Then, without remov
ing his cap and failing to bow respect
fully before his monarch, the boy re
turned to his work, pulling out of the
water a fine fish. The king was so
deeply impressed by the boy's happy
face that he called to his coachman to
stop, as he would speak with the peas
ant boy.
As the coach stopped, the king call
ed to the lad: "Come hither, youth."
But the lad sat quite still beside the
bank, holding his fishing rod. "Come
hither, I command you!" So spoke the
king in imperious tones, beckoning to
the peasant boy.
"But I must not leave my rod, sir,"
explained the boy. "I have a fish nib
bling at the bait, and I must watch the
line."
"Do you know who I am?" question
ed the king in a severe tone.
"Yes, sir. You are the man the peo
ple call king. I would not know you
but for your coach and retinue." The
boy spoke in the easiest manner pos
sible, without the least show of embar
rassment. The coach and outriders
trembled for the child's fate, for they
feared he had offended his king and
would be made to suffer the penalty.
But to their great surprise, the king
smiled—for the first time in months—
and again spoke to the peasant boy:
"If I pay you a gplden coin for the
fish you havn't yet caught, will you
come and speak with me? I, your
king, beg this favor." And again the
king smiled in an amused way.
"Oh, if you are willing to pay me
for my lost time why I will come and
speak with you, sir," greed the' peas
ant boy. And he arose and approach
ed the king's coach. The outriders
opened an avenue so that he might
walk to the side of the coach. To their
utter astonishment the king made
room for the boy inside the coach and
bade him be seated beside him. The
boy looked up and shook his head:
"No, sir, a peasant boy is not fitting
company for a king. I prefer to re
main afoot on ground and talk with
you."
"You are a strange and bold boy,"
declared the king, a bit out of temper.
"And why do you dare to refuse me—
your king?"
"If you are my king, then I am your
subject," said the boy. "And we each
owe the other certain liberty. I must
live my way and you your way."
Now it was the king's turn to be as
tonished and banishing the frown
which had begun to gather on his
brow, he said: "You interest me,
youth, and I shall get out of my coach
and sit beside you while you fish. Will
that please you—my subject?"
"I have no objection to your sitting
on the banks of the river, for it is
yours as well as mine," explained the
boy.
The king laughed outright. "Why,
youth, don't you know that river—and
all the land about it—belongs to me,
the king and ruler over this land?"
The boy shook his head. "That river
is not yours any more than it is mine
—even though you be a king. You
cannot bridle it or change its course.
You cannot stop its waters, or cause
them to flow. It is God's river, and so
is f' 'and all about it. And you the
fir uture as I am God's creature,
:.)• a he bids us leave this life
yen -.e aa powerless to disobey as I
am. So, I am as much a king in God's
eye as you area king in the eyes of
yonder courtiers."
You have an old head on young
shoulders," declared the king, moton
ing to a servant to throw his cloak on
the ground that he might sit on it.
"^nd I shall chat with you an hour—
'just as though I were a peasant like
yourself."
"Or I a king like yourself," smiled
the boy.
"Ah, you area strange youth," said
the king. "Come, tell me. Are you al.
ways happy?"
"Always very happy, sir" declared
the boy. "In the first place, I am very
busy all day long helping my father
and mother in the work of earning an
honest living. I am too busy to be un
happy, sir."
"Why do you not call me 'Your
Majesty?' asked the king.
"I like the plain title better, sir.
Only God is my king."
The king knit his brows, then said:
"Suppose I should command you to
call me 'Your Majesty?' And if you
should refuse suppose I should order
your head cut off?"
"Then you would be a cruel king,
and committing a very grave crime,
sir, for in having me killed you would
be committing murder. My life be
longs to my Maker, not a man of the
earth."
The king sat silent for a little while.
Then he said: "Tell me, b.oy, where
have you learned all that you say?
There must be traitors in my realm,
and they must have talked in your
hearing."
"A good king need fear no traitors,"
said the boy, putting some bait on his
hook. "Only an evil ruler fears ene
mies."
"You are right, youth," said the king
fervently. "And you have set me to
thinking of many thinks new to my
mind. I shall beg you to come to the
palace and visit me. I can learn from
you, though I be a king and you a
peasant. But—do you angle all day
long?"
"Oh, no sir doing one thing all the
time would make me very unhappy.
Now, were you to have more variety
in your life, sir, you would be less dis
content. I have heard it said that our
king never laughs. That his subjects
are far happier than he. That is be
cause they find much beneficial em
ployment. The king but rules. And
ruling is a heavy work, and a thank
less one, though paid for in gold. Gold
doesn't offer the hand of friendship.
It never lends a helping hand to the
one in need, nor kisses and caresses
the brow of the aged. Gold is very
hard, and is a fitting companion only
for a haughty and unhappy king. And
I am too content to want more of it
than is needed to buy the necessaries
of life.
The king sat still and looked across
the river for a moment. Then he bow
ed his head in his hand and sighed.
OTTUMWA IOWA MAY 1910.
"You are right, youth gold and king
hood go hand in hand. Neither have
feeling nor love!"
But a king can love, and be loved,
if he wishes," declared the boy. "If
he enters into the life of his peas
ants—his subjects—and knows them,
and lets them know him, he will find
much to live for. Also, he will find
much to make merriment, to weep
with sympathy, and to give for sweet
charity's sake."
"I shall try your prescription,
youth"" said' the king, rising. "Tomor
row al my fawning and flattering cour
tiers shall he dismissed and in their
place shall he put men from the coun
try, uncouth, plainspoken fellows who
will tell me things for my own good."
"And for the good of your subjects,
sir" interposed the boy. 'Do not* for
get others—if you would be happy.
Happiness cannot be found in one
self, but in the love and sympathy of
others. That is the reason you have
never known happiness, sir. You have
thought only of self, and had about
you a lot of cowards who pretend to
think only of you, also, but who in
truth hated you and lived a life of
hypocrisy. Have fearless men about
you and you will get strength from
them, and, in time, will become a
monarch all men will love. Think less
of your position, and more of the peo
ple's position, sir, if you would be
a
real king."
The king took from his purse i«*t
gold coins and offered them to the r**
who took the smaller one, saying that
the fish he might have caught would
not have been worth more than that
amount. "And I cannot take more
than I can earn," he observed in a
straightforward way.
"You are a true philosopher," ans
vtered the king emphatically, "and I
must see you often."
"I am only a peasant boy, and you
are only a king," smiled the boy. "But
perhaps you are poorer than I. If so,
I shall gladly share my riches with
you. But now I must hurry home
wards, for my parents will be looking
for me. I wish you more happiness in
the future than you have had in the
past. Good by, sir, and may luck at
tend you."
And the king, his hands clasped
across his breast, stood watching the
boy as he ran nimbly across the hill,
disappearing on the other side. Then,
turning to one of his courtiers, he
said: "A king may learn from a
peasant boy."
STORIES—LETTERS.
MALCOM IS FAIR TO
BOTH BOYS AND GIRLS
Some boys are ahead of some girls
at that agp and some girls are ahead
of some boys at that age. Some boys
are smarter than others of the same
age some like to study better than
others. There are some boys and
some girls that want to be business
men and women, while some others
don't want to study or do anything
but work on a farm.
I think girls like to study better
than boys the boys like to play in
the time of school the girls mostly
want to be school teachers or some
thing like that, while a boy would like
to work on a railroad or be a doctor
or something like that. The majority
of the boys like to stay at home in the
summer when they are about 14 or 15.
A good share of the boys and girls
like to quit school when they are
•bout 16, while the boys and girls at
$# go to school. Some girls and boys
do
not take up all the studies of a
country school. The boys do not like
grammar very well, while 'the girls do.
Some girls do not like history, while
ihe boys .do, because it tells of some
thrilling adventures which the boys
like.
The^boys that like to study while
they are young will grow up to be
somebody, while those that don't will
not be much more than a farmer. A
girl of twelve is generally larger than
a boy at 12, but I don't know as they
are any smarter.
Some girls and boys are smarter at
12 than some others at 16 years, if
we take a girl of 12 years and a boy
of 12 years it is generally thought
that the girl knows the most, but
some boys know more than some girls
at the
Bame
age. If the boys and
girls study all they tan, they can
know a good deal by the time they
reach the age of 12 yeas it is ac
cording to how hard they study. If
we take a boy that won't study and
take a girl at the same age that will
study, the girl will know a good bit
more than the boy will at 12 years.
For my part, I think it is according
to how hard they study. Some of the
other Juniors may differ on this an
swer, but this is my opinion.
Malcom Trout, age 14,
Birmingham, Iowa.
ALFRED ON THE BOYS' SIDE.
Dear Editor:—
I will write a few lines on the
question, to let the Juniors know that
there is one boy who will stand up for
his side.
Are girls of 12 years ahead of boys
of 12 years, or are boys of 12 years
ahead of girls of 12? As I looked at
the question I thought it meant in
education. For an instance take a
boy and a girl having the same oppor
tunity, the boy will be ahead at 12
years of age. A boy, as soon as he is
big enough to run about will be out
exercising himself and exercise makes
a healthy mind and body—just the
thing to accomplish a great deal in
education on the other hand, most
girls take but very little exercise
they sit around playing with their
doll, or perhaps they have a Teddy
bear to play with.
I have noticed in our school that the
mmm
umor
boys in general are ahead of the girls
at 12 years of age. Those writing on
the girls' side of the question may
say that the girls may be more quiet
and by doing so can learn more easily.
But you take nearly all the boys and
they have the desire to take hold like
somebody, to want like somebody and
be somebody.
Yours truly,
Alfred Wyant, age 14,
R. F. D. No. 2
North English, Iowa.
"GIRLS ARE AHEAD OF BOYS."
Dear Junior:—
I have seen my letter in print, so I
thought I would write on the subject
Are Girls 12 Years Old Ahead of
boys 12 Years Old? I think the girls
12 years old are ahead of the boys 12
years old because I have seen In the
Junior page where girls 12 years old
have taken the prize more often than
the boys 12 years old have, and I
have not seen many 12-year-old boys
write. I have seen them these ages:
7, 8, 9, 10, 11, but not very many 12,
but I think the boys do good for their
ages. I have never taken the prize
yet, but would like to. I have six
post cards from the Courier Junior
and I have written seven times, but
I will get another one soon. I will
clOSG*
Maude Squire, age 12,
Route 1, Frederic, la.
A MAY PARTY.
One day, just before the first of
May, some boys and girls planned to
have a. party in a grove not far from
their home.
The day before the party all were
to meet at a little girl's house, whose
name was Louise. All came but one
little girl named Mae. The other
children waited for her. So, as she
did not come, they planned for the
following day. One girl named Alice,
who lived only three houBes from
Mae, said she would stop in when she
was going home and see why she
did not come. On entering she saw
Mae lying down, very ill. She stayed
with her a little while and told her
she was sorry she was ill, and that
she would remember her the next day.
Then, after telling her good-bye, she
went home.
The next day the girls met at
Louese's, where Alice told about Mae's
illness. The boys and girls were very
sorry she could not come.
When they arrived at the grove the
boys put up some swings and ham
mocks. About neon they ate their
lunch (hut they saved Mae part). Aft
er lunch they gathered flowers and
plants to take to Mae. One little girl
named Barbara was queen. They
made wreathes for her. They also
made a pretty one for little Mae.
When they gave Mae the pretty flow
ers and plants and told her what a
nice time they had, she got much bet
ter.
They went home quite happy, and
little Mae enjoyed the May party, too.
Vasila Sears, age 12,
7 West Second .St.,
Buxton, Iowa.
MY VACATION PLANS.
Dear Editor:
I am very sorry it snowed because
I think it killed all the fruit.
I am going to tell you what I am
going to do vacation. I am going to
gather berries. (That is, if there are
any) and take care of my little sweet
brother so that he does not get hurt.
I have a darling little niece. She
is 13 months old. Her name is Lola
Moe. She is awfully sweet. I will be
glad when she can walk and then I
can take her to school with me.
I will be glad when the snow all*
melts off and it is time to go bare
foot. Two of my little cousins are
coming today. I like to play with
them.
In the summer when the work is all
done, my sister and I are going to
visit our relatives in Missouri and
have a nice time. My uncle owns a
large store there.
Our aunt came out to see us not
very long ago.
It is snowing again now.
Well, as my letter is getting long, 1
will close for this time, hoping to hear
from some of the little Juniors.
Yours truly,
Mary Tweedy, age 12,
R. F. D. No. 7,
Fairfield, Iowa.
ARE GIRLS OF 12 AHEAD
OF BOYS OF 12?
Dear Editor:—I think that girls of
twelve are ahead of boys of twelve,
because girls do not have as much to
do as boys, especially on the farm.
Girls usually get to go to school in
the spring when boys have to stay at
home and work. In the fall when
boys have to stay at home and help
husk corn, the girls get to go to
school and so get ahead of the boys.
I guess It is natural for girls to be the
best writers. We had a debate a!
school and is was the girls against the
boys, and the girls won. In the recent
rural spelling contest in Wapello coun
ty, there were more girls spelled the
words than boys, and this goes to
show that the girls are ahead of the
boys.
From a Junior boy.
Winfred Hunter, age 13,
R. F. D. No. 1,
Blakesburg, Iowa.
ALTA'S VACATION PLA^IS.
As I have not written for a long
time I thoueht I would write about my
vacation plans. I am going to learn
to cook and do housework and learn
to sew. And go visiting sometimes,
and I will hoe in the garden. I am go
ing to help mamma. I am goilng to
plant some flowers and take care of
them. I am going to have morning
glories all over my play house. Well
I guess that is all.I am going to do.
Alta
Sandilands, age
MAUDE WRITES A SECOND TIME
Dear Juniors:
As I have written to the Junior once
before I thought I would write again. I
go to school now. My teachers name
Is Miss Edna Thomas. I like her very
much. My studies are
reading,
One day in spring after Ruth's
school closed for the summer vaca
tion, Ruth's mother took her to spend
the day with her grandma. One day
after she had been there several days
her grandma told her the cooks "ttle
girl was there that day, and she told
Ruth to show the little girl her dolls.
Pretty soon Ruth came back to "her
grandmother and
said,
THE JOURNEY OF A TEN CENT
PIECE.
The ten cent piece I am telling you
about was m&de at San Francisco. It
was then sent to a bank where a man
got it in change.
He went out on the street where he
saw a beggar who was hungry and
wanted something to eat. He gave the
ten cent piece to him and he went to
the store and bought him something to
eat. The store keeper Rave the money
to his lltle girl and she sent it off to a
foreign missionary where they teach
little heathen children to become
Christians.
Maude Skirvin, age 12,
Floris, Iowa.
HAZEL'S FIRST LETTER.
Dear Juniors:
As I have never written to the Jun
ior page before I thought I would
write a letter. I go to Laddsdale,
Davis county, school. There is twenty
three scholars attending this school.
My teacher's name is Miss Ruth Wil
kinson. I like her fine. I set with my
cousin Freda Breckenridge. There is
only four in my class and their names
are Burton Qverstake, Freda Brecken
ridge, Vernon Copeland and myself.
My studies are reading, arithmetic,
history, grammar, physiology, geog
raphy, writing, music and spelling.
Hazel Ross, age 12,
Laddsdale, Iowa.
MABEL'S FIRST LETTER.
As I have never written before I
thought I would write. I am a little
girl six years old and I go to the
Laddsdale school. I stay with my
grandmother and grandfather. I have
a sister and a brother. Their names
are Ruth and Pearl.
Mabel Hameraley, age 6,
Laddsdale, la.
JENNETT EGOES TO SCHOOL.
Dear Editor:
I go to school. My teacher's name Is
Helen Garvin. I am in the sixth grade.
My studies are reading, numbers, his
tory, language, geography, spelling.
My seatmate is Jennie Brown. My
mother has an incubator. She has 104
little chickens. My aunt Sophia Mott
and Aunt Mary Meyers came up to see
them.
Jennette Coyne, age 11,
Chilllcothe, Iowa.
WILLIE HAS A PONY.
Dear Juniors:
I have never written to the Junior
page so I thought I would write. I am
a boy eleven years old. My birthday is
May 11. I have two sisters and two
brothers, Grace. Anna Dave and
George. For pets I have a pony, two
dogs and two cats. My pony's name is
Munsell. My dogs' names are Buster
and Cuva. I have five nephews and
three nieces. I am goin«* to school now.
My papa has been sick and I help my
brother work. Wfe run a hack to and
from Buxton and brother George
works on a ranch in Colorado. I like
the Junior page and will exchange
cards with the Juniors.
Willie Vaughn,
Hamilton, la.
VIDA HAS BEEN VERY BUSY.
Dear Editor:
I have been so busy with my school
studies that I couldn't find time to
write to the Junior page. It is nearly
eight-thirty and I am getting sleepy
so I will not write very much. I enjoy
reading the Junior page very much. It
is only about six more weeks until va­
NOTICE.
All letters for this department must
be addressed,
"Courier Junior,"
"Ottumwa, Iowa."
11,
Eddyville, Iowa
"Why, grand­
ma, she is black," but grandma said
that she was a good little girl. Ruth
was afraid of her.
Her grandma said the cook was
black, and Ruth said that the cook
was a grown person and she did not
know that little girls were black. So
pretty soon the two girls went to the
play room, and Ruth said, "What is
your name? My name is ^u^*
The little colored girl told her that
her name was Marionette: Then they
played house and pretty soon Ruth
said, "What makes you so blhck," and
the little girl said that she did not
know. Ruth asked her if she couldn
wash it off but the little girl said
she could not. Ruth asked her if she
ever tried soap and sand. The little
girl had not, and then they decided to
try soap and sand. Ruth ran and
got a basin of water and a cake of
soap and some sand. Ruth told her
they would try her face first. The lit
the colored girl was afrad in a strange
house, and when she got some of the
soap in her eyes she began to cry.
Ruth's grandma told her that the lit
tle girl's skin was black, and it would
not come off.
Ruth often laughs about scouring
the little blacl girl. This is a true
story, and Ruth is now a grown
woman.
Zella White, age 13,
R. F. D. No. 3,
Bloomfleld, lowja.
FOB THE CHILDREN.
arith­
metic, geography, language, Physt°
ogy. history and spelling. We had a
program Arbor day and planted som
trees and flowers. I live about one
mile and a half from school. I have
six brothers and one sister.
Maude Scully, age 10,
Ottumwa, Iowa.
New York Butter and Egg Market.
HOW RUTH SCOURED THE
LITTLE BLACK GiRL.
V^~",»
cation. My teachers' names are Miss
Metz, Miss Reynolds, and Miss Grim
mer. I have Miss Reynolds for arith
metic, and Miss Metz for the rest of
my studies which are geography, writ
ing, drawing and spelling. I think that
Miss Metz is a very nice teacher. I
am In the tenth room of the Lincoln
school. I have two sisters. Their names
are Lola and Hazel Wahle. This l«
Thursday evening and the band is
playing a concert in the park. It has
been a lovely day today.
Vida Wahle, age 12,
110 E. Court St., Ottumwa, la.
MARJORIE'S PETS.
Marjorie and uncle Jim had fixed a
bathing place, for the birds in th«
front yard. On their way to and from'
their baths they would eat up the
worms and bugs that had been de
stroying Marjorie's garden and she
said that was the way they had of
saying "Thank you" to her and uncle
Jim. What do you think? 'You see,"
Marjorie explains, "the birds and I
are good friends.v thats why we try
help one another/'
Josephene Oliver,
Selma, Iowa,
I will close for this time.
Your Junior,
Osa Redshaw, age 12,
to
NICE WEATHER IN OREGON.
Dear Editor:—
As I have not written for a long
time, I thought I would write to you.
We are having nice weather out here
now. Papa is busy working around
places and I am going to school.
have missed but one day this term.
I am in the -fifth grade. Our school
will be out June 17. My aunt and
cousin are down here now. My grand
ma got hurt quite a while ago and
they came down. A11 of the fruit
trees are in bloom out here now. We
have seventy-three records for oui
phonograph. We have some pretty
pieces. We have soiAe garden truck
up and lettuce pretty near ready to
use.. We have peas over three Inches
high and radishes two. I have re
ceived two postal carcjs from the
Courier Junior and thank them very
much for them.
R. F. D. No. 1,
Corvallis, Oregon.
THE JOURNEY OF THE DIME.
Once there was a little boy who
went to see his uncle. Two or three
days after he got there they went to
see the ocean. The little boy's uncle
had given him a dime. The little boy
had it in his hand. They .were on the
coast of the ocean and the little boy
dropped his dime into the ocean and a
fish swallowed it. One day when the
little boy's uncle was out fishing he
caught this fish and when he was
cleaning the fish for dinner, he found
the dime in the fish, so he gave It to
the little boy. The little boy was
glad to get it again, so he left it at
home whenever he was out playing or
went any place. When he went home
he told his father and mother of the
journey of the dime.
Georgia Fullmer,
302 Lillian St.,
South Ottumwa, la
LITTLE BOY BLUE.
That was what his mamma called
Freddy the first time he wore his new
sailor suit. That was blue and so
was his oyes and his neck ribbon
and it was just the name for him.
"May I take a walk down the street
mamma. I won't go but a little way.
Please let me," said he. "I'm afraid
Little Boy Blue would be tempted to
play in the mud puddle out yonder
and if he should, it would spoil his
new clothes," said mamma. "I won't
play in it truly, I won't, mamma, if
you will let me go," pleaded Freddy.
"Well, run along, dear," she replied
and away he trotted down the street.
When he reached the mud puddle two
or three boys were there having a
fine time.
"Come play with us," they" called
out. "This is the Atlantic ocean, and
these are our ships. We will let you
sail one, too." "No, I can't," he said,
bravely. "I promised mamma
I
wouldn!t play here, 'because I might
get drowned and spoil my new
clothes." Pretty soon he met his
grandpa, and his bright eye/s shone
with joy, "Well, well," said grandpa,
"here is a little blue-bird, Indeed all
but the wings." "No, grandpa
I
am
not a blue-bird, but Little Boy Blue,
mamma says." So, mounting grand
pa's cane for a horse, he escorted him
home and he gladly told his mamma
how he had kept his promise.
Hazel Yeager,
R. F. D. No. 2,
Agency, Iowa.
LEILA A VERY BU8Y GIRL.
Dear Editor:—As I have not wr!t«
ten to the Courier Junior for some
time I thought I would write. My
Bchool will be out in six weeks. I
am going to help papa when vacation
comes and I will help mamma In the
garden feed the little chickens and
gather the eggs.
I like to feed the little chickens.
We have one hundred and twenty lit
tle chickens. We are going to raise
turkeys, chickens and geese this sum
mer. I like to go to school, but am
always glad when vacation comes.
My teachers' name is MIBS Stella
Hosklns and I like her fine. There
are twenty-five scholars that go to
my school. We have lots of fun at
school playing games. Some of the
games we play are "Brin^ Back What
You Borrow" and "The Coach Upset."
I have 123 post cards and eighteen ol
them are from the Courier Junior. 1
have a card from Lois Griffin and one
from Feme Epperly and 1 think they
are both very pretty.
I am a Tri-Weekly Junior.
Lela Shaffer, age 12,
Douds-Leando, Iowa.