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All letter* for this department
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Courier Junior,
Ottumwa, Iowa.
VOIi. 5 NO 81
The Courier Junior
Published by
THE
COURIEr.
PRINTING 'CO*
OTTUMWA, IOWA.
MATILDA DEVEREAUX.
EDITOR.'
SUBJECTS FOR SPECIAL EDITION
Dear
Juniors.—We
will have the big
special edition of the Courier-March.26,
consequently we want all the Juniors
to write stories on the subjects an
Suy. that the .prise«tory
can appear in the Junior of that date
wS wait these stories to be short
When we say short story,
This
Cl^lert
m0an f°r
it a 5 0 0
This
number of words will All
a
sp&ce
of about ten inches. Shorlgr ^etories,
well told and well ,written, will please
us better.
contest opens today and
i^r^ubject^ from among the
'^•OTTUMWA
a^d„H?.HER
R,B ABmTH-
UFHS DOLL AND BIRTH
GOOD THINGS IN MY
BOYS
M£ETJ°DO
00°,£UEN
"WHAT I EXPECT TO WHEN
iwMAT^EXPECT TO BO WHEN
select their. pri«
from the following: articles: A signet
ring, Br souvenir spoon or a large dpi.
THE BO-PEEP PRIZE WINNER*
After carefully going over all the
verses, the Judges in the Bo-Peep con
test decided that Geraldlne Lenore Lu
demanwas entitled to the prize, a sou-
T6When
we announced the contest we
said all the Juniors writing verses
would receive a valentine, when we
meant a George Washingtonjost card.
However, we have been unableto fi
any Washington post cards -but we
have found some beautiful inde
pendence", souvenirs and each writer
of averse will receive one this week.
We will announce another verse con
test sobn.
8ELECT PAPER DOLLS OR POST
CARDS.
We are going to send out until April
9, post cards or paper dolls to^all" the
Juniors as soon as we receive their let-'
ters or stories, consequently the writ
ers will be rewarded for their effort
right away. We want plenty of gool
letters and some short stories on the
following subjects:
MY FRIEND ELIZABETH.
JOHN AND HIS MARBLES.
MARY'S REPENTANGE.
A POLITE JUNIOR.
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
atad 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, O.ttumwa, Iowa.,
Babyland
There's always sunshine in tlje skies
And music in the air
There's always Joy and glad surprise
And laughter everywhere.
No clouds loom up in Babyland
To fill a heart wltU sorrow
For here we are a merry band
And.no one fears tjie morrow..
In Babyland nobody hates
His neighbor or sits pining
Because the grim, relentless fates
Have stopped his sun from shinning.
No one Is worried, no one sad,
No one is proud and haughty
No little girl or little lad
In Babyland is naughty.
In Babyland all hearts are true,
All little voices cheering
And jBvery arm outstretched to you
(Jrows dally more endearing.
There are no yinters there to kill
The poppies and the roses,
But blooms the whole wide world to
fill
Each morning bright discloses.
Fathers are guardians of the place,
Its rulers—gentle mothers
Its people are a healthy race
Of sisters and of brothers.
And on its walls both night and day
The flag of love is flying
There innocence is in full sway
And sweetness is undying.
—Detroit Free PreBS.
Jakey And The
Fairies
Jakey had been to town, having
carried a large basket of freshly
popped popcorn to market. Hrs
good,mother had prepared the pop-,
corn In sweetened balls, and knew
Just how to make it crisp and tooth
some, for she had a little son of her
own who loved the dainty, and it had
been through her having fixed the
popcorn balls, for him that she had
conceived the idea of preparing it
for other children.
One shopkeeper in the town always
bought Jakey's supply of popcorn
-and gave the little chap a very good
price for it. In this way J^key and
his mother were epabled to earn a
few' extra *l*hs each week, helping
r-:
heart,
4
vf
out the family store house of pro
visions, for the family was very
poor, Jakey's father being a small
farmer with a stingy piece of land
from which ho could scarcely get a
Jiving. And on this evening of which
I write, Jakey was homewarcL bound,
a smile on his face and a glad sen
sation warming his heart. He had an
eitra sum of money in his pocket
that evening, for a very wealthy
lady had seen him passing her house
with his basket piled with popcorn
balls, and had called out* to him to
%ome to her. Jakey stopped at her
door and she bargained lor the 'bas
ket of popcorn at once. .She was giv
ing a party that night for her little
daughter and wahted the corn dainties
for the little guests. But after receiv
ing twice the sum for the corn {hat
the shopkeeper would have given him.
Jakey felt that he must go on into
town and explain to his regular patron
that he had sord the basket of popcorn
to the wealthy lady, and that he
would com$ on the following day with
another. basketful for him.
The old shopkeeper (whose shop
held everything from a darning needle
to a bass drum—candy, confections of
every kind, toys "included) told
Jakey that he had done the right
thing. "Always strijee a good bargain,
my ladj whenever you can," he said.
"But you must remember your old
friends at the Bame time. \Eh?"
"Yes, sir," said Jakey. "I wouldn't
think of failing you, Daddy Grime."
(Everybody, called the old shopkeeper
"Daddy Grime.") "I shall fetch a
larger supply of corn to you tomorrow,
sir."
And so 1t was that Jakey was
happy as he went homeward that win
ter evening, trudging through the
snow.-' And as he hurried along the
.sky suddenly became .overcast with
clouds and snow began falling rap
idly. Jakey quickened his footsteps
for it was late—the evening having al
ready settled down, and the storm
would increase yith nightfall. It al
ways took a day for Jakey to make the
jburney to town, for he was obliged to
go afoot, and his basket was big and
heavy, very heavy going, but lighter
on returning.
It still wanted three miles to
Jakey's home. when the darkness filled
the mountain valley through which
lay his path. And as the road was
often steep and irregular, deep crev
ices lying along the base of the
mountain oh either side -of it, Jakey
became uncertain of his footing and
picked his way carefully. Just at a
turn in the road his foot slipped in
the snow and he went down a deep
embankment. Over and over he and
his basket rolled, reaching the bot
tom of the gully without other in
jury than fright to Juxey and a broken
handle to the basket. Jakey picked
/himself up and stood clinging to an
ice covcred tree trunk which ^yas con
veniently near. He tried looking up
ward, but the snow and sleet filled his
eyes andv blinded him. So he bent
his
wondering what to do.
Then Jakey tried climbing the steep
bank,. Luc his feet would slip back
wards at eyerv attempt. Repeatedly
did he grasp the body of the tree and
pull himself upwards, just to slip
backwards again. At last,? fatigued and
chilldd to the marrow, he dropped on
the ground in despair. "Oh, what
shall I do?" he pried in very woe. "I
shall freeze here—IJ I don't find some
sort of shelter. And my dear father
and mother will be so anxious and
worried, too, when I do not reach
home at-the regular hour. Oh, what ill
luck has attended me!"
Jakey took up his basket and turn
ed it over his head and shoulders. It
helped to protect him from the fast
falling snow. There he stood, cling
ing to the tree trunk, the basket
sheltering him but poorly, and the
storm increasing with the darkness.
He never was in such a dilemma be
fore, and beiny only a boy of 12 ye«j.fs
of age, he coulc be excused if tears
tame into liis eyes and a lump in h-s
throat.
"Oh, what is to become of me?" he
wailed. "And how poor papa and
mamma will grieve when they find my
frozen body! And dear old Daddy
Grim*—he'll think me untrustworthy
when tomorrow comes and I fail to
cat-ry to him the basket of popcorn.
Now that this misfortune has be
fallen me, I am sorry that I did not
take the popcorn to hfm today instead
of selling it to the rich lady."
Just then something soft-touched
his arm, and Jakey looKed from under
the basket. It was not the falling
snow. Neither was it the wind. It
was a small creature snuffled in fur to
his neck. 'Ah, ha, my lad, you are in
trouble." So spoke the litle fellow who
had laid a gloved hand on Jakey's
shoulder.
"Yes, my good stranger," replied
Jakey, feeling glad of someone's Com
paq, even though that one be a mopt
unaersized and strange looking per
son. "Yes, I have slipped from the
road above us to this spot and vainly
have 1 tried to get out of it."
"Ah, ha," said the stranger. "I see
you are in quite a pit#cle. Well, well,
well, let's see what's to be done. How
far do you live from here, lad?"
"Three miles," replied Jakey. "And
my parents are looking for me at this
very minute—or very soon, at any
rate, if not at this very minute."
"Well, well, well, the good folk must
not be kept In suspense," said the
small fellow. "We'll aave to take you
home in a jiffy—or in a sleigh, which
would perhaps suit .you better. Eh 7"
And the fellow roared with laughter,
the music of it ringing out above the
storm. "We'll try a couple of these
tree branches for horses," he said,
breaking off two small limbs from the
tree to which Jakey had been cling
ing. "And how about your basket for
a sleigh he asked, taking it from
Jakey's head. "Ah, it will do ad
mi rab y.'
Then as
he set to work, tying the
branches to the
of strips of bark
frozen tree trunk,
deepest wonder.
basket by means
peeled from the
Jakey looked on in
Was the little fel­
low mad? Was he escaped from a
place where only lunatics were kept?
Only an insane person or a fool would
play at tree branches being horses
and a basket a sleigh. And the-fellow
was not a fool.
But while Jakey was thinking thus
the branches began to tremble and to
rise from the ground. Then right be
fore Jakey's eyes they took the shape
and size of small horses, and began
stamping the ground end biting the
bits in their mouths, for the bark
thongs had become harness. The the
most peculiar thing happened, jakey's
popcorn basket became a fine sleigh
filled with fur robes. Into this sleigh
the little man bade jaKey to step, he
following. When both were seated,
the little strang^iL c.ucked to the
spirited horses ana away they flew
over the valley that lay between the
two mountains. As they rode along
Jakey's companion became confi
dential. "I'm a riddle t6 you, lad, eh?"
"Yes, you are. But I thank you
from my heart for the great service
you are doing me."
"Well, I am the snow fairy," said
the little fellow. "You see, on very
bad rights the weaker fairies remain
inside their warm, snug houses in the
elouds, and only the strong ones -v
like
myself—go
forth to succor those
in need of assistance. After leaving
you I shall hurry to your neighbor's
farm, for he has a fine cow that will
freeze unless I fix her stable. The wind
has blown the roof off and the farmer
doesn't know it.
Before Jakey could make a word of
reply, the sleigh had dashed up In
front of his own home, the bells ring
ing merrily. And out /sprang Jakey,
rushing to his own cottage door to call
to his parents to come and offer
thanks of gratitude to the fairy who
had befriended him—who had surely
saved his life. But while tapping at
the door, he1 looked round to see if
the fairy was still in the sleigh.
Ah, not even the sleigh was, there!
And on the ground. vnere they had
been lay his basket, one handle bro
ken off.
When Jakey's father and mother
hastened to open the door they cried
out in greeting: "Ob, son, how happy
we are that you have arrived safely
home. We had become a bit uneasy,
for the storm 1B so violent, and the
darkness heavy. But did you have a
lift on the way? We heard sleigh
bells just now, and hoped that some
good doctor coming from the town to
see a country patient had given you
ride in his sleigh."
Jakey got his basket from the snow
and went into the house. "I have a
strange story, papa and mamma," he
said. "But first, let's have supper,
Then while mamma Is fixing another
basket of popcorn I'll relate the
strange thing that happened to me to
night. But—I am gwid we all be
lieve in fairies. Otherwise I'd have
frozen in the gully tonight."
STORIE8 AND LETTERS. I
N ,A STORY OF A MILL.
One day last fall a party of us took
a ride to Skunk river where we saw
the old Currier mill.
It is a large building built of wood.
We saw the big wheel, which the
water turns and makes the machinery
go. Thi^ machinery grinds the grain
into flour. We saw the dam that
keeps the water over the wheel. They
still grind grain there, for we saw
some on the door step.
My grandfather used to take grain
there to be made into flour when papa
was a little uoy.
We ate a picnic dinner under some
trees near the river. After dinner we
were looking around and .we saw a
hornet's nest and a trap to catch a
fox or some other wild animal.
We gathered red berries and pretty
leaves that Tye decorated our car
riages with. We gathered some shells
on the river bank too.
When
we
came,
through
very far
home
we
Rose Hill
egg
came
and
Cedar
and not
from Fremont and
Eddyville, Iowa.
Wright.
We got home at 6 o'clock and we all
thought we had a very fine time.
Esther Bolibaugh, age 8
MARGARET'S EASTER VISIT.
Margaret Adaiije lived with her
mother, father, sister May and Pearl
in town. It was not long before
Easter so the three girls were invited
to spend Easter with their cousins in
the country.
Easter morning dawned bright and
beautiful. After church the three little
girls hitched their poxiy, Molly, and
drove out to their cousins. They had
a delightful time driving out as the
weather was fine for April.
On arriving they were met at the
gate by Gilbert, Demi and Cristine
Prestcn. After putting the pony in
the barn they went to the house. After
seeing their aunt and uncle they de
cided to go for a flower hunt. Each
took an Eastei basket «nd gaily they
started. They went to some woods
not far from the farm. When one saw
a new flower different from any they
had found before they would call,
"Here's a new flower." All were
picking flowers in different places
when May called, .Here's a new
flower, no it is not either it is the
Easter Rabbit." All came running to
where May was. Beneath a tree not
far away were two rabbits and a liile
farther under some green bushes
could be seen a-host of rabbits dyeing
eggs. Large kettles upon fires were
boiling eggi or heating water for dyes.
Mr. Easter Rabibt was making out
his list of the names of good children.
All at once the rabibts saw the chil
dren. Mr. RauiDt said, "If you chil
dren will not tell any other children
we will let you stay a while?" The
children all said, "we will not tell if
you will let us stay." The rabbits
greeted the children kindly and showed
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OTTUMWA IOWA MARCH 9, 1911.
them great baskets of nicely colored
Easter eggs and whole boxes of candy
-eggs and toy rabbits. The little girl®
helped the rabbits color some eggs and
the boys made nests of grass and other
things. They were all very busy for
an hour or more till the children
thought It was t}m$ to go back to the
house, **•.'« .•
The j*ablts gave them some candy
eggs and toy rabbits. When' they
reached home they put the eggs and
rabbits away and all went to a play
house made by" Margaret's cousins. In
llttl nests hidden away in secret
places they found other colored eggs.
After putting the eggs away dinner
was ready. By each ones plate was an
Easter
with the owners name on it
In this way they found their places at
the table. After dinner they played in
the plav house a little while. They
then hitched Molly, up to the buggy
and after many good-byes and promises
to come again they were ready to start
home. Cristine, £eml and Gilbert
brought out the eggs, rabbits and a
basket of gopd things for Margarets
papa. "After many thanks they started
home saying they had had a fine time.
They reached home safe, and happy.-
Your little friend,
Etha C. Lelnhauser, age 11,
GEORGE WASHINGTON.
George Washington was born Feb
ruary 22, 1732, There was no United
States when he wae-a boy. Most of the
States when ne was a Doy.
George AVrishirigton was elected
president in ITS!).- After holding office
for eight venrs, which was two terms,
people wanted him for another term,
but he would not take it. He returned
to his old home. Mount Vernon. Two
years later he diec^. He died December.
14. 1799. He left no children. It is said
that providence left him childless be
cause the people of the country wanted
to call him father. His sudden death
was a shock to the entire country.
Everv one felt as though they had lost
a personal friend. The mourning for
him was gentile and sincere. He
buried near his old 'home place. His
a personal menu. iiiuumm ivi li,.
him was gentile and sincere. He was laid-across them.
a
wiobi ui
at least it would not be thought so now. ^tbday Is the 1st
It was' a square wooden building with ]jke tQ
four roorjis on the ground and an attic
J.
above, but George did not live long in have ten chickens, I gatner tne eggs
this house when he was about three the evening.
years old.his father moved to another
plantation which he owned near Hunt
ing Creek. It was known as the Wash
ington plantation, bht it is now called
Mount Vernon.
Four years,, after this Washington
house burned down. George was now
seven years old. George's first teacher
was a poor sexton whose name was
Mr. Hobby. George learned to spell
easy words andt wr'te a little. He was
about eleyen years old when his father
died. He was left for his mother to
educate him arid do what she could.
George thought he would like to be a
sailor. A sea captain agreed to take
George wtih him. Then, a letter came to
his mother from his uncle who lived in
England. The letter read thus: "If you
care for your boy's future do not let
him be a sailor." This convinced his
mother and. half convinced his broth
ers, but George said: "A sailor I shall
be." He was in high trlee as he thought
h«i, was going with the sea captain.
"Good by, mother," said George, and
he began to' feel very sad at the
thought of leaving her. "GQod by,
George." said his mother as the tears
were swelling in her eyes. "Never
mind, mother," said George. "I have
changed my-mind. I will not be-a sailor.
I am going to stay at home." He then
thought he would like to learn to sur
vey, and so he did and before the win
ter was over, Sir Thomas, an old gen
tleman made a bargain with George to
survey his -land. It was. a' bright day
in March in the yeftr of 1748 when,
George started out on his first trip
across the mountains. His only com
pany was a young son of William
Fairfax. After several days they
reached Ihe beautiful land of Shenan^
doah. They now began their surveying.
One day they met a party of Indians.
There were thirty of them, with their
foreheads painted in true savage styles
for they were going home from a w:ir
with some other tribe. The Indians
were friendly to the youne surveyors,
and they sang and yelled far into the
night. To George and his' friend it was
a strange sight, but they were bravo
yoitne men and not' likely to be afraid
even if the dahger had been greater,
buried near his old 'home place. His Ida settled on the top of
home is kept ,1ust as he left it. It still and the battle began. The frightened
goes by the name of MotTnt Vernon.
Rosa McGarry. age 14.
Lovilia, Iowa,
OUR SCHOOL HOUSE.
wraps uii.
and office chair for the teacher, a chart,
of maps, four framed pictures, a silk
flag, a nice book case that has glass
doors and several library books, and
six lamps, which have reflectors, "f
wliich we are very proud.
A few years ago there was a farm
festival at Russell. They gave a silk
flag to the best country school float
and our school .won the flag. Our dec
and our school .won tne nag uur oec-
orations were yellow and white. The
wagon was drawn by four white horses
and the harness was wrapped in yellow
and white. The girls wore -whita
dresses and ribbons" and the boys woro
yellow suits trimmed in white. We
were very gfad when we received our
flag and we gave our yell:
Yellow and white,
Yellow and white,
Victory, victory,
We're alright.
Our school house, was -built in
vear 1907. It has four windows
each side. A large hall is on the south house and laid the hattk on tbe door
side, with four nice shelves for our '°n*
stae, wjtn -iour muu gtep to surprise yieir mother. But
dinner baskets and hooks to hang our ^}jev tbe door openifor the hawks
wraps on. We have nice seats, a desk
Alice. E. Thompson, age 10,
Russell, la., R. Xo. 2.
ROSETTA'S THIRD LETTER.
Dear Junior:
I though I would write and tell you
about my school. There are seventeen
scholars in our school. I ilke to go *o
school. I am ten years of^age. My sis
ter's birthday is the 29th of the month.
She'is 7 years old. I have three sisters
going to school and two of my broth.
ers go. My playmates are Ethel Mor
row. Grace Morrison, Anna Lauson,
Carrie Chamberlain. I wish some of the
Junior- girls would write to me and
will write to them. There are nine
... ...
}. r.
girls going to my school. This is mv
third letter to the Courier. I enjoy
reading the Courier Junior and I like
to write. My studies are reading, arith
metic, language and spelling.
Rosetta Roberts, age 10,
Agency, Iowa, R. '2.
MARY WRITES MAUD AND MABEL.
Miss Maude and Mabel Skirvin.
'Dear Junior Friends: I received
your .post card and think it is very
pretty and thank you very much for
It. I have no post cards at present,
but will soon have some aqd then I
will send you girls one. Do you go to
school now? I do not.
They had tLe mumps at school and
so I stayed at home. My brother and
sister have them now. Who Is your
teacher? My teacher Is Lulu Mason.
My seatmate was Elsie Friberg.
Our school Is out this Friday. Two of
my playmates were Ira Clark and
Hazel Dustln.
All
together there are
27 scholars, but they do not all go.
How many post cards have you got?
I have received eight from the editor.
Well, girls I will close for this time
hoping to hear from you soon.
Your Junior friend,
Mary E. Tweedy, age 11,
Fairfield, Iowa, R. F. D. No. 7.
EW JUNIOR.
Af
Dear Junior: As I have never
written to the Courier Junior before I
thought I would write. I am }.0 years
thought I wouia write,
people were English who lived In the |,ave been reading the stories
colonies in those times. The newest of jet{ers in the Courier Junior and
«tu.™TySr"«„GaeorSwSJn I thmi, the, .refine, ^ery timely
was born. Although George's father
a
chance I read them
was a rich man the house in which he brothers and sisters their names are
lived was neither large nor very small, ciyfle Bennle, Ruby and
all.
I have four
Lora.
Theodosla Wahl, age
f.ou*ain to get hls SUpper.
9,
Bloomfleld, la.
THE LITTLE HAWK HUNTERS.
They were three little girls, Estella*
Ida and Emma, living on a beautiful
farm. They had a great many little
chickens—soft" little puffy. downy
things that looked like .litle golden
balls, so round and yellow. One year
there were many hawks about and a
hawk is never so happy as when he
can get one of those little bolls for
dinner.. The chickens were picked up
so fast that they- had to be shut In the
barn
One dav the little girls went, with
their mother to feed them. But some
one had been there and left the barn
door open. Right, on a ladder sat a
great hrown hawk.
Quicklv the little girlsr flew to the
coops, only to find several of their
treasures gone. The mother told them
to keep the door closed andshe would
go to neighbor Green's and liorrow his
p-un No sooner had she gone however
'-an litlo Estella said. "Let's play we
P—
hunters, and kill him before
ir' or gets back."
1
to this, for Estella was tlie
oldest.° They took Emma, who was
only four, and lifted her on the hay
over the cattle stalls. They gave her
a broom which was near. .Then six
year old Ida and Estella. climbed the
ladder, one holding a pitchfork and the
oth£r a rake and all crying "shoo,
"shoo," with all their might. Estella
did not stop there but kept on till she
reached the .gross beams, away up in
the roof, and stood on some boards
+l,_
or""T,"ir
nTllv tn
hawk flew from one enemy only to
meet another. If he missed Emma's
broom he was sure to get a raking from
Tda or a thrusr from Estella's pitch
fork. Finally the ^battle became to
the much for him, and he fell to the floor
on dead. The little hunters flew to the
Mis^ Isbl Hendrickson,
Ottumwa, Iowa,
R. 71.
No. 2.
GEORGE
WASI
lNGl ON.
George Washington was a very
brave man. I have not read aDout
him only I have heard my mother
him
Wft
George Washington was horn In Vir
ginia,
February 22,1732. he used straw
for a bed and once it became afire he
might
have been burped if the people
had not awakened him. My grand
pa was a soldier, and I wonder if all
men are brave like Washington. A
month ago my papa had his leg broken
and
is up now. »Vell will close for
this time.
Cuba West,
1217 Falrview, Ottumwa, la.
ANNA HAS A BABY BROTHER.
Dear Editor:—I go to school every
day. My teacher's name Is-Maggie
Hawthorne. We go to Sunday school
every Sunday that we are all well.
My Sunday school teacher'B name Is
Mary Buchanan. Se gave a box of
candy for Christmas. I have a -little
baby brother. His name Is Everett.
I
will close as my letter is getting
long.
Anna Dillon,
Hedrick, Iowa.
£»Sf wr. c*, -v
FLORENCE VISITS NEBRASKA.
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As I have not written to the Junior
for a quite a time I will write.
Last fair mamma and all of us chil
dren went to Nebraska, to se my two
-uncles'and aunts. I enjoyed my visit
fine. We were there three weeks. I
like the country fine, and would like to
live there. There were a good many
sand burs out there.
W^hen we went out there was the
first time I was on the cars.
I have two sisters and two brothers.
Their nanjes are Unnlta, Franklin, Ray
mond and Myree.
I am op to my Grandpa Richmond
now. He takes the Courier and I like to
read the stories and letters.
My school will begin in April. My
teacher's name will he Bessie Jtobln
son. I got two cards from the Junior
and am very much obliged to you for
them.* I will close as my letter Is get
ting long.
Florence Butcher, age 9,
Melrose, Iowa, R. F. D. No. 2
P. 8. I would llKp to exchange
postal cards with some of the Juniors.
THREE BOYS.
,Once there was three boys
My
of
April. I have
p]ay
with them. I
zather
the eggs in
Dova Rees, age 10,
Pulaski, Iowa R. F. D. No. 3.
THEODOSIA HAD. A BIRTHDAY.
°ia received the souvenir post card
your sent me and I want tQ thank
vou and Vida Wahle for I received a
Christmas card from her. The stories
1 liked best in the
Courier
junior were
"Discontented May" and the Juniors
in an Air Ship." I thought I would
write for paper dolls. We came from
Texas because of my grandpa's poor
health. I watched every week for tne
Courier Junior and
was
always glad
when it came and especially glad when
I saw the little story I had written was'
printed.
When they had eaten supper they
had to shake hands with her.
One day they started for the river
and the girl right after them. They
called her all kinds of names. They
soon got\thers and went out into the'
river to wade in the coot water.
There was great holes In the river,
and It was awful dangerous.
John said to the girl, "Come on here
you old torn boy, come and wade in the
river."
"I am afraid I will fall," said the
girl- ..
"Come right Ion here now," sa.
John.
And'she took one more step and fell
right In a big hole. John was scared
and ran to pull her out. She was
frightened too and screamed and cried.
They took her home and she was sick
for .three weeks, and they were all
very sorry. But John felt the worse
because he had done it all.
One day when she was about well
she wanted to see John, and their
mother sent for him and they all went
out but John cried and she told
him not to cry, because she had three
brothers once and they treated her the
same way, but they are dead now.
And ai.cer that they were *11 good
to her and always liked her after
that. She fixed their things when
they were broken.
Mabel Guthrie,
Carnegie, Okla., R, R. 1, box 70
MARY WRITES TO ABBIE.
Mi8B,Abbie Mullln.
Dear Friend:—How are you. I am
all right. As yoju have been wanting
me to write through the Junior for
some time I will write. Are you go
ing to school now? Our school was
out the 28th of January.
Have you written to the Junior very
often? I wrote once or twice and 1
think it is very nice. I got a post card
when I wrote and I thought it was
very pretty.
Are you acquainted with any of-the
Junior girls and boys? I am not.
Are you taking lessons on the piano
yet? We have taken twenty-three
lessons. I can play a good bit now.
Well, I guess I* will close for this
time, hoping you will answer soon. I
remain your true friend,
Mary V. Bryan, age 12.
Melrose, Iowa.
OBEDIENCE.
Once there was a little boy ten
years of age whose name was Harry.
Harry was such an obedient child that
his parents would trust him with any
thing. 4
One day Harry's father and mother
had to go to town. They didn't want
to take Harry for fear he might get
sick. So they said to him, "If you will
stay here and be a good Why and take
care of things while we're" gon£ we will
get you a Shetland pony, wagon, har
ness and saddle."
Harry said all right, he would take
good care of things. So. they got
ready and went to town. Harry took
care of the things, had all the chorfes
done when they got home. It was six
o'clock when Harry's folks got home.
Harry was very glad when they came
home because they brought hi a brother
and sister. Besides they had the most
beautiful black Shetland pony, also a
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"and.
they
did not care for anybody but them
selves and they just hated girls.
Their names were John, Joseph ana
Charley. John was the largest, Joseph
next and Charley the smallest.
There was a river not far from thplr
home and they often went there and
played and waded in the water.
One day their mother got a letter
from one of her friends and she" said
that one of her other friends had died
and left a little girl and she asked
their mamma If she might take care of
her and keep her.
When the boys heard It they went
out in the orchard in an old appte
tree where they always talked about
their troubles and when their maijama
wanted to go to the depot to ljueet the
little girl they would not help her
hitch the horse up. Their mamma
got ready and started for the depot.
.While they sat in the tree, taking,
John says, "We don't want any sister,
do we, Joseph?"
"No, indeed," said Joseph.
"Of what use are they anwway,'
said Charley. ...
"Why of no use at all, said John
and Joseph together.
"There they come. Let's go down
to the river and stay a long time,"
suggested Joseph.
After they had stayed quite awhile
they started for home.
When they got there the mother and
little girl were eating supper. The
giH was in John's place and he did not
know what to think. She had dark
eyes and black hair.
,iii^*'«WiPIP(||^Bip(tTr^.,»**y1---
KV NOTICE I WF I
All letters for this department must
be addressed,
Courier Junior, •. -*i,
Ottumwa, Iowa.-
FOB THE CHILDREN
wagon, harness and saddle.
The little boy was much pleased and
thanked his parents much. Harry had
lots of fun with his things and he got
many more.'
I would be greatly pleased and
would thank the editor very much ffc%'
a post card.
Marshall Byrum, age 11.
Chilllcothe, la., R. F. D. Box-11
"THE GOOD DEED. THAT MADE
MARGARET M-I8H."
Once there was a little girl named
Marcaret Her father was very rich
and of course Margaret had servants
to wait upon her. A maid, nurse and
many others and why did she have'
these servants?
It was for one'sad reason because
she had no mother. One day she was
gazing out of the window she saw a
poor lltle girl trying In vain to sell her'
matches to some one, but she was not
noticed.
But someone did notice her, Mar
garet called to her In her silvery voice
and the child looked up and Margaret
ordered one of the servants to ask the'
girl up and she clothed her in a suit of
fine clothes and took her in her play
room and she began to play and from
that day to this Margaret and Daisy is
the other girl name, are sisters and
now they are women and have many
times refused being parted.
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Marlon Daniel, age 9,
Ottumwa, Iowa, 445 North Market St.
MY 3CH00L.
Dear Editor: I will write to you
about my school. I go to the Prairie
College school. It is situated two miles
west of Lebanon, Iowa. Our teacher's
name Is Misa*Bulah Hoskinson. She.
taught the fall and winter term and
will teach our school this spring.
There are twenty-three scholars at
tending our school now. I like 1o go
to school. My studies are reading,
arithmetic, geography, grommer^
physilogy, history, spelling and writ
ing.
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Chloie Green, age 12, .,
Milton, Iowa, R. R. No. 1.
HER WHITE HEN DEAD.
Dear Editor:
I received your post card the other
day. The little white hen I told your
about in my other letter died a few
days after. She was five years old. i"
was very sorry to have her die.
I expect to be in Ottumwa this
month as we are going to move to Ba
tavia. It wll be my first visit to Ottum-
wa.
Maizie Lewis,
Williamsburg, la,
MOVING tO BATAVlA.
Last summer we kept our ungle's
polly while they went to Colorado. He 1
can say just lots of things. We wer
very sorry when they took him home.
0$e bright morning Robbie Dale oat
on the door step. He was
~.
Dear Editor:
I received your pretty valentine and".. ...
thank you Very much for it. We are go
a a a
Papa has been superintendent of tho
tile factory down there for over two
years.
Alberta Lewis,
'-'Williamsburg,'Qowa. /'V
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GRACE WANTS TO BE A JUNIOR.
Dear Editor and Juniors:
How are you all getting along? It,
has been a lqpg time since I havfrwrit-*
ten to you. I am 11 lyears old. I will 1 e"
12 the 20th of this month. I have two
brothers and one sister. My school vi
out the 17th of February. I have /ftot}
had very much time to write to yo"u
lately because my mamma has been ill?
for about three weeks, but she is bet-*
ter now. My little cousin Lucile Boland"
is staying with us Tor a while. She was
4
years old the 21st of February. I will.
be pleased to become a Junior.
Grace M. Thomas, age 11,
Box 86, North English, la.
ANNIE IS EIGHT YEARS OLD.
Dear Editor
I am eight years old. I have one sis
ter ten years old. I have blue eyes and
light hair. I Have three pets, a banty.-:
hen, a cat and a dog. My teacher's-,
^ame is Gertie Shaw. There are twelve
scholars in our school. This is my firsi
letter to the Junior. •,
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Annie Smith,
Batavia. Ia„ R. No. 1.
WHAT ROBBIE DID.
planning
how he could help his mothe^, who
was very poor, and needed money.
Baby Ruth had been sick, and there
were many bills-to pay. Little Robbie —1•"
said, "Oh, dear! I wish I could do*
something for mother." He sat awhile
longer thinking-of something. Sud
denly a bright Idea came into his
mind. He said, "I will ask mamma.".
His mother was In the kitchen lrcm-'
Ing. She loohed greatly surprised
when her little boy told what his ajan .f
was. His plan was to have stand
at the tair which would be opened next"
week., He thought he could have lem
onade and, candy. And perhaps, too,"
Sister Anna would make some of her,
nice doughnuts and some sandwiches
for him.
After a while Robbie obtained his.
mother's .consent to try his plan.,vt
Everyone in the village who knew Rob
bie like him well. The fair, only la-.*.-,«
ed one day. It was a beautiful day."
Robbie was there early. He arranged
his stand very nice. Doughnuts and'^v
sandwiches on one side, candy, glasses
and lemonade on the other side. The
lemonade was very good. Many peo
ple surrounded his'stand. Before night
every thing was sold. He had made^
nearly ten dollars.
sHe
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hurried home,
to his mother and said, "Will tnis ,V'
help you, mamma?" *y
"Yes, very much," answered his
he he a go a
more to know that I have, a -Tcindvt*.'
thoughtful son." 1'%
Many times after that he founds
ways to help his mother. And he
grew to be a good and useful man.
Miss Maude Kneedler. age 16. -v
R. F. D. No. 7.
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