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1 pii". If-A. II If If fe VOL. 5, NO. 111. TTTTC flOTTRIER JUNIOR THE COURIER PRINTING CO.', OTTUMWA, IOWA. MATILDA DEVEREAUX, EDITOR. A JUNIOR'S DIARY. Dear Juniors.—We have a very in teresting big contest to announce to day, one that "we hope will attract the attention of all the Juniors. The big subject will be A JUNIOR'S DIARY OF A WEEK'S EVENTS. If the little Juniors do not exactly understand what a diary is, their mammas will tell them. The diction ary says, "A diary is a register of daily' events. A daily record. T\e •want these events to be something in which the writer has a part. Write a nice little story about each day. The prize will toe a blank diary book, beau tifully bound, a big doll, an umbrella or a raincoat. The writers can select thelp own prize from the above ar- Juniors do not care to write on' the ^above subject they can write ojv one of the, following: "DON'T BE A QUITTER. "THE INDIANS." "WHAT HAPPENED IN SEPT-EM- "TURKEY AND ITS PEOPLE." "THE BOY SCOUTS." HOW TO GET A POST CARD. Remember, either a nice letter or ihittie story will entitlp the writer to one of the beautiful post cards the I junior sends out each. week. One of the following subjects will make a good.etoryv •OtiSICK^JUNIOR." "A^POLITE JUNIOR." "MY PET PONY." «A NUTTING PARTY." AVIS HAS BEEN SICK. Avis McCoy writes the following nice letter, although she has been sick. We hope the Juniors will give her a nftgfc. c&rd shower. Dear Editor.—I am a little girl ten years old. I have been out of school since April. ,, I had a post card shower on the twenty-second of June. It was my birthday. I got 24 cards. I would be veTy glad 16 receive cards from any of the Juniors that would send them. have been sick and can not go to school. My papa has been dead over four years. Well as my letter ft getting loug I will close for this time. Avis C. McCoy, age 10. 410 S. Ransom St., Qttumwa, Iowa. "We wish that-little John Flogins would'write and tell us ^ow many postals he received on his birthday. DO NOT ACKNOWLEDGE PRIZES. We. have sent out some splendid' tirise*'recently, iors have receipt- of^them. 'Phohe but some ot the Jun failed to acknowledge the SEVEN RULES. FOR THE JUNIORS. 1. Useon&elde of the pfiper only. 2.* Write neatly and legibly, using Ink: or a. sharp I lead pencil. JL Always sign your name in full andttiptato your age. 4* .Numberyour pages. 5^ Do not* copy stories or poetry BuSeenS^us as your own work. Always state choice of a prize on, ^separate piece of paper, with namouand addnss in fulL 7.. drown the-envelope to Editor Courter^Junior,sOttumwa, Iowa. Harry's Airship HarryiPbuilfc-an airship To eallup in the skya He told Ms little sister Herineant to sail "on high.- He worked all morning on it He worked all afternoon: tie said he wlBhed to finish Hiswondroua airship soon. .When- done, he climbed aboard it, Andcried to Sister, dear: "Look-out, I think I'm rising! You-mustn't come too near." But not an inch budged airship: la vain young Harry tried: He coaxed, he pushed, he lifted! Then sprang he out and cried: "Well, just stay there, old airship! "I'd not sail, anyway. ['d rather play with Sister J\ And on the safe earth stay.M Princess Primrose^ Gives A Party Princess Primrose's real name was Made Cross. But whenever Marie played at being a grown-up lady, just like mamma and Auntie Helen, she called herself Princess Primrose. (It •was Marie's papa who gave her the name). One afternoon in the early fall she decided to have a play-party. So she asked mamma to please call over the telephone to Auntie Helen and ask if Cousin Betty and Cousin Junit, might come over to a reception given by an ^ubM«hed by and Junie. But—don't you think I Princess Primrose. Mamma said, east, west, north and south, but that ".Why, 9f o—gee, my darling, shall |it rarely varies in its course dozen invitation to Cousins Betty wo&ld better call them by their play names" "Oh, yes, mamma," Itftighed Marie. "I'd almost forgotton. You see, eBtty is Lady Pink and Junie is Little Miss Maple. Do aBlc them to come right away, mamma." So mamma went to the^^one in the liall and called up Auntie Helen and asked if Lady Pink arid* Little Miss Maple might attend a reception that afternoon at the. home of Prin cess Primrose. And Auntie Helen said: •, "Oh, certainly. And please express* Lady Pink's and Little Miss Maple's thanks to Princess Primrose for the kind invitation. The ladies will be over directly. Shall they bring their children?" Mamma turned to call out to Marie: "Shall Lady Pink and Little Miss Ma ple bring hlong their children, dar ling?" "Oh, yes, mamma," cried Marie. "I'd feel terribly sorry if they left Fido and P^chie and Grace and Ger trude at home." But before the party begins, I must tell you that Fido and Perchie were little doggies, and belonged to Betty and Junie. And that Grace and Ger trude were dolls belonging to the same two little maids. So Marie—or we'd best call her Princess Primrose for the rest of the afternoon—began getting things ready for the party. She ran.to her play room and got her two dolls dressed in their best frocks. Then she put them in their chairs and told them Aot to stir till the company arrived. And then she set the table in the middle of the room, putting out her best dishes and glassware. She had sure-enough silver spoons and knives and forks which mamma had given her on her birthday. After the table was set for the par ty, Princess Primrose hurried down stairs and mamma combed her hair all over, although it had already been combed twice that day—once before breakfast and once before luncheon. And mamma tied in the loveliest blue ribbon, making it into a huge bow. on the left side. Princess Primrose looked the true princess, so noble and beautiful. And that is what her mamma said. After Princess Primrose was ready for the party she' went out to the front porch and waited for Lady £lnk and Little Miss Maple. She didn't have to wait long, for pretty soon she beheld the two little girls coming down the street. Each little guest carried a doll In one arm and led. a dog with the hand belonging to the other arm. So when Princess Prim rose ran down to meet them they could not shake hands. But they put out their little red lips and kissed the princess, declaring they were so glad that she was giving a reception. "But I've changed it from a re ception to a tea party," explained Princess Primrose. "I thought we might have more to eat. You know one hasn't much to eat'at a recep tion." Oh, that's so," cried Lady Pink. And Little Miss Maple said, "Yes, 1 like a tea best. Shall we have honey cake?" Then they went into the house and mamma had to kiss each little guest and pat each little doggie on the head and look at each doll and say how lovely she looked. Then the hostess led the guests upstairs to the play room. And such a party they did have! Fido and Perchie had chairs at the table, for the little ladies play ed they were ladies, too. Fido was called Mrs. Pickles and Perchie was called Mrs. Snouty. And the dolls— Gertrude, Grace, Lucy and Katherine, (the last two were Marie's dolls) were seated at the table also. That made rather a'large party. After all were seated, Princess Primfose touched a little bell she had at her plate and up came the cook, good, fat, jolly old Aunt Nan, a col ored servant who had been in' the family of Princess Primrose ever siAce the princess was born. And she btought a plate of such nice little sandwiches and another plate of fresh honey-cake, something the guests just loved. And there were glasses of lemonade and some salted almonds and a pretty box of home made candy. And so the party went along, all enjoying themselves. Fido Mrs. Pickles, you know—got unruly once, but a little box on her long ears from Lady Pink made her sit and behave. (Poor Fido had been given a boy dog's name, aqd it had seemed to make her mischievous like a sure enough boy-dog.) At five o'clock the party broke up, and the guests went home declaring they had enjoyed themselves very, very much. "How nicely the children behaved," remarked Princess Primrose. "Yes, they have been well-trained, you know," replied Lady Pink. Then they all shook hands an? parted for the day. .... The River Jordan A 'Most Interesting Stream The Jordan river, talked so much about in sacred history, is not a stream of great width or length. In deed, it might be called a fourth rate river, for a its source me.asure straight line draVn from to its mouth would only about 115 miles, although the river's actual length measures about 250 miles. From these figures it will be seen that the river is very winding. -i.)' fruVi It is said that within the dis tance of a few miles the stream A, tfih ii jynifrtoliijl feet, forever flows About 35 miles from its source the river widens into the Sea of Galilee, and here the river seems lost, but finds itself again to wind on and Qn ^.ill it empties into the Dead Sea. To quote a writer on the subject: "The •Jordan begins among the clean, fresh breezes and shaded groves and bub bling springs of the mountainside where the old nature gods had their shrines. It ends at the lowest, hot test, dreariest spot on the whole earth, it is nowhere a navigable stream. The Jews hardly ever referred to it as the Jordan river. It was just "that Which goes down"—the descender— "Ha-Yarden." From the many stories told of the Jordan, one would naturally imagine it to be clear and blue. But such is not the case. It carries mud, leaves, twigs and other debris. But its banks are attractive with flowers and trees, and it is exceedingly picturesque. The Sea of Galilee iB a most peace ful little body of water in appear ance, but it is sometimes greatly dis turbed by storms of violence. It is so walled in by mountains that it seems to lie in a snug cradle, but these very mountains are the cause of the disturbing elements. Deep gorges between them afford fierce currents of wind which sweep down upon the sea in the form of sudden squalls. One may start out for a morning's sail, seeing only a calm, perfect Bea about him, and when but a. quarter of a mile' from shore a storm will appar ently drop from the clear sky, so sud denly does it come upon the water. The waters of both sea and river abound with fish, and the natives fish there as they did in the days of our Saviour. The ancient city of Tiberias, full of'interesting ruins and poor dwellings for the inhabitants of to day, is the only one now to be seen on the shores of Galilee. The .Dead Sea, into which the murky and swiftly flowing waters of the Jordan pour, is only 47 miles long and about 10 miles wide. So far as scientists are able to discover, the sea has no outlet, and the volumes of water emptied into it by the ever flowing Jordan must be taken up by evaporation. The waters of the sea are salt and bitter from the many mineral substances, and are nause ating to the stomach. In Roman times this body of water was called As phalt Lake, for it contained then as now, large quantities of bitumen. The Arabs who live on its shores call it Bahr Lut—The Sea of Lot. I STORIES and LETTERS 4 PHILIP. Lfttle Ph'Jip DeFranc* was the eon of Wslljam DeFrance who used to l.e a professor over in (Germany. After Philip's mother died, his father and he cane over to America to live. They settled in New York City. William DeFrance was passionately fond of music and so was Philip. Mr. DeFrance earned their living by ped dling goods and he also was a poor carpenter. After Philip's father had gone to his work, Philip would take his violin down on the street corners and play the songs that his father had so carefully taught him. Sometimes Philip earned as much as a whole dol lar and at other times he only receiv ed a quarter. It was on one cold day that Philip took sick. His father didn't know what was the matter with him, for he was too poor to summon a doctor. Things were getting seriouB so Mr. DeFrance called a doctor. The doctor said that Philip had la grippe and that he must have very close atten tion. Philip and his father lived in a little room in the garret of an old house. The wind would whistle through the cracks of the door and windows and also the foot. For fear of Philip's getting worse, Mr. DeFrance sacrificed his own coat and spread it over Philip. He also put an old rug against the door to drive back the wind. In spite of the fact that they were so poor they could hardly keep soul and body together, Mr. DeFrance had gotten a few flowers in a wood and had placed them in the window to brighten up the room. Philip steadily gained strength and one day he delighted his father by being able to sit up in bed. After a few weeks, Philip was able to go out doors, but he never went down on the street corners to play his^vioifn cold days. OTTUMWA, IOWA, (keeping its original banks. The fall of the Jordan river is most remarkable, being 3,000 feet. This is greater than the fall of such rivers as the Mississippi, the Volga, and many such others. Consequently its waters flow very swiftly. It finds its source on the side, of Mt. Her mon, whose highest peak is 9,380 feet. Three everlasting springs on the sides of Mt. Hermon supply the Jordan. Vida Wahle, Age 13* 110 E. Court St., Ottumwa, Iowa. LEO'S BROTHER FORGOT TO SIGN a HIS NAME. Dear Juniors:—-I have never written to Courier Juniors. I have three brothers and four sisters. Their names are Leo, Lloyd, Robert, Imo gene, Nomah, Irene and Grace. J4y birthday was July 7, I was 12 yeiars old. This Junior forgot to sign his name. Route No. 1, Box 37. ETHEL'S VACATION TRIP. Dear Juniors:—I want to tell you about my vacation trip. I was so anx ious to get out of Ottumwa and visit somewhere. Mypapa received,a card from his nephew saying his brpther was sick. So we all decided to go. The folks lived in Bluffs, III. We started for Bluffs. August 21. We went across the Mississippi liver at Burlington, the Illinois elver at Beard&town, 111., tiiV -v and the Des Moines river below Keo kuk. We arrived safe. Uncle George is better. I had a And time. Illinois is well supplied with peaches, apples and plums. Peaches sell at 50 cents per bushel at Bluffs. We visited my aunts and cousins. We then went to Jacksonville,*111 It is a real nice place. It is real level and trees on bqth sides of the street: They have many institutions. I went through the Insane avium, It. is a beautiful place. Thefte insane pa tterns have everything to amuse them selves. The men play ball they also haVe a pool room. Every Sunday the Illinois band plays on the grounds. The grounds are a half mile square. Every day they take the patients that are curable for a walk Jn the grounds. Some of the women sew. There are pianos for them to play on and li braries for them to read. It is nice inside they have long halls which have waxed floors with strips of car pet down the middle and in these halls are chairs and rocking chairs and pianos and on both sides of the balls are small bed rooms. The windows are all barred. There are about 2,000 patients. I also went to the deaf and dumb aslyum and the blind aslyum and the old people's home. They have a good many colleges in Jacksonville. I visit ed many parks. I went to Nichols park. This is an amusement park. 1 saw many animals and pretty flowers. It also had a large pavilion, and an artificial lake runs through this park and young folks go rowing. On the lake are pond lilies, swans and ducks. Well I guess I will come to a close this time. Ethel Meier. Ottumwa, Iowa. THE BLUE BIRD. Dear Courier Junior: I thought I would write a letter to the Junior page, as I have never written before. And I hope this one will be accepted. Well I will write on the Blue Bird. The blue bird is an early spring bird. Some of them pass the winter in shel tered places as far north as southern Connecticut. It appears very early in the spring, and in New England begins nesting in April. By the middle of the month about five bluish-white eggs are laid. Two or three broods are reared in a season. The blue bird is about the size of an English robin, its feathers are of a rich sky blue above, and. of a reddish chestnut on the throat and breast. It is of a happy social disposition, and builds its nest in orchards and near houses, and will take a deserted wood pecker's nest, or a hole in a fence post. It eats insects and spiders in the sum mer. I think it is a very pretty bird. Well as I don't know anything else pbout the blue bird, I will close, hoping this will be suitable. I remain your friend. Anna Smith. Otumwa, Ia., R. F. D. No. 1, Box 63. HELEN, AN APPRECIATIVE LIT TLE JUNIOR. Dear Editor: I received your postal card the other day. It was pretty. It has some cows standing in some wat er. There is a mountain in the water too.' I thank you very much for it. I go to school every day. I like to go very well. My teacher's name is Miss Millen. I think she is fine. My studies are: Reading, arithmetic, geo graphy, writlnf, grammar, and spell ing. I am in the fifth grade. I should like to exchange post cards with any of the Juniors. Hoping to see this in print I will close, A Junior friend, Helen Larkin, age 9. Chariton, la., R. F. D. No. 6. A FRIEND. I went to see a friend of mine last Sunday and we played blackman. We ate grapes and drank cider. We had lots of fun and she came home with me. We got up the cows and then we played house for an hour. Then it was 5 o'clock and mamma said for us to come and feed the chickens and hunt the eggs, and then it. was night. Goldie Butler, age 10, Hedrick, la., R. No. 1. ANOTHEft GRATEFUL JUNIOR. Dear Editor: I will- write a few lines and thank you for the nice drinking cup you sent me. I like it ever so much and hop© Marie Kneeler does to. I was surprized to find out I got one, but I am glad I did. Pearl and Olive Lemley, Dora Thompson, Beatrice and Louise Rickey Olive and Adrain Holt and my sister and mysslf were horseback riding to day. Had four horses. •We had an entertainment and cream social at the school house cently. Will close for this time. ice re- Mary Palfreyman, Lucas, Ia ROBERT HAS 250 GOATS. Dear Juniors: I have written to the Juniors before and I thought I would write again. I am going to school now. I only have six months old school out here in the country. It starts in September and ends in February. Some time I might write in a con test We have 250 goats out here on the farm now. We have the goats for eat ing brush. They are mostly Angoras. I have a small camera. It takes 2% pictures. We are poing to the pas ture this- afternoon and try and take a picture of some of the goats. Robert T. MiMinn, age 10, yler'a Mill, Mo. HENRIETTA LIKES HER BOOK.' Dear Editor and Juniors: I wish to thank you for my nice book. It 'is certainly fine and I am more than pleased with it. I will endeavor to tell the Juniors about it. •y The title of it is "Mary Ware in .Texas." It is written by iuanie. John- 1 ston, the author of "The Little Col onel," "The Giant Scissors," etc. I cannot go into details about the story as to do so would take up a Whole column In the Junior page. But it is a fine story and one that I wish all the Junior3 could read. 4 Henrietta Plaster, age 13, Oskaloosa, Ia. 211 S. Market GOING TO THE WELL. to Little Mary was going to the well get some water. When she got to the house her mother said, "Did you. get the water, Mary?" "No," she said, "I broke the pump." "How did you do that?" "Oh, I was mad because Annie wanted me to come over and I knew you would let me, but I am very sorry I did not see that woman watch ing me when I did it." So her mother sent her up to bed without any dinner. Hattie Hinds, Age 10. Ottumwa, la., Route No. 6. ERMA CARVED HER NAME ON POMPEII'S ROCK. Dear Editor: This is my first letter to the Courier Junior. I am going to tell you of my trip to Pompeii's Pillar. "We took our dinners and spent the day. Pompeii's Pillar is a large rock nearly one hundred feet high and cov ers about one-half an acre of ground. It is close to tlie Yellowstone river. Large pieces of rock have broke off ana fnlien to the ground below. It was discovered by Clark when Clark and Lewis made their trip to the northwest. Clark had a cook by the name or Pompeii who was very sick while camping at this place. And this large rock was named Pompeii's Pillar. There are many names carved on this rock. My uncle, mamma and all the children climbed to the top of the rock and carved our names. Erma Hix, age 10, Ballantine, Mont. EVA A BUSY JUNIOR. Dear. Juniors: As I have never written before I thought I would write. I go to the Hardy school. My teacher's name is Miss Buena Kennedy. I have two sistera and one brother. My sistevs names are Hazel, age 13 and Audrey, 20 months. My brother's name is John. He has been sick for nine months. He is not able to so to school. When come home from school I go and get the cows and help milk ana carry in the wood and wipe the dishes and play with Audrey. Eva Flagin, age 8, Bloomfleld, Ia. RUTH DESCRIBES A BIRTHDAY SURPRISE. Dear Editor: As I have not written but once be fore I thought I would write a letter to the Courier Junior. I will tell what a good time I had at a birthday surprise. On Sunday August 13, 1911. There were between 84 and 90 people there. About 12 o'clock dinner was ready and we had everything good to eat such as pie, cake, chicken, apples and ice cream and everythinjr else I imagine. The men and boys played base ball. About 4 o'clock the people began to go to their homes all saying they had had a good time. Ruth Mabel Grant, age 11, Floris, Ia», R. No. 1.. OPAL A NEW JUNIOR. Dear Editor: This is my first letter to Courier Junior. I am a little girl 9 years old. For pets I have a dog, cat any a pony. My dog's name is Shep and the pon's nane is Deacon. My school began the first Monday in September. My teacher's name is Pluma Town send. My birthday is the 18th of January. My papa takes the Dally Courier. 1 ilke to read the Junior page. Opal Grant, age 7, Floris, Iowa. PEARL'8 A NEW JUNIOR. Dear Editor:—I have never written to the Courier Junior before. My name is Pearl Stump. I live on South Ransom street, Ottumwa, Iowa. I have two brothers, Harold and Floyd. I go to the Jefferson school. My teacher's name is Flora Gaily. I like her fine. Papa takes the Daily Courier and I enjoy reading the Junior page. As this letter is getting long I will close for this time. Pearl Stump, Age 11. 402 South Ransom St., Ottumwa, Iowa. A HARVEST FESTIVAL. On a bright, sunny day in Novem ber, the entire Davis family were bend ing their backs over the Ions corn rows, busily engaged in husking the ears of corn. They had ween working at this (the father, mother and two daughters)'ever since the first of No vember, and the children together with the parents were very tired. On this afternoon they were gather ing in the last load, whioh would fill the three large cribs. The crop had been plentiful that year, and Farmer Davis surveyed the steaming plate of corn cakes that evening with a sigh of satisfaction. "Ouess there ain't no use of worry in' about Btarvin* this winter, is there, Gary?" he asked, with a complacent face. "There's the cellar, the mow and the cribs full, and the turnips yet to pull." "Sa/, lather," said Evelyn, "S'pose we have a harvest festival." "Yes,, let's do, Dad," Bald Irene, who was the younger and jollier of the two. So father and mother talked it over that night, and decided that, as the girls had been so faithful to help, they would have one to please them. Then they baked, stewed and mixed until the pantryaeemed so full that tt could hold no Then on tftct festival day, bridesmen and kinsmen and brothers and all" "(as Sir Walter Scott says) came to enjoy the day with their rela tions. The forenoon was passed by the chatting of men and women al most drowned amid the' laughter and games of the. young people. Then,, they were uBhered into the large, old-fa&h- ioned dining room, where the table stood, loaded with good things to eat. The afternoon was spent as pleasantly as the forenoon, and in the evening when it came time to go,-they left, de claring they had never had a better time and as the family stood on the porch listening to the last faint jingle of sleigh bells, Mr. Davis said: "This has certainly been a grand year." Mildred M. Walker, age 11. Corydon, Ia,, R, F. D. No. 3. CARLO MY BEST FRIEND. Once upon a time a number of boys and girls went nutting In the woods. We went to a great large pasture full of nuts. We gathered nuts till twelve o'clock then we ate dinner. We began to gather again about hair past one. We began to feel tired about four o'clock, BO we thought we would like to go wadding. We soon found a very large pond. Among the boys and girls was one of my sisters and we did not want her to go. But soon after we- were wadding awhile we missed her. We all got very scared and looked for her. We had a dog with us named Carlo. Soon we saw Carlo running very fast to the other end of the pond. He brought her out After that I always thought Carlo my best friend. He was always treat ed with kindness for being so brave. Helen Thoma, Batavia, Ia., Route 3. RUTH WANTS A BIRTHDAY POST AL SHOWER. Dear Editor and Juniors:—I haven't written to the Junior page for a long time, so I thought I would write again. I like to read the Junior letters. I go to school and my teacher's name is Harry Smith. I like him fine. My seat mate is Florence Swift. 1 like her fine. I study reading, writing, arthmetic, speling, georgraphy, grammar, phys ology. For pets I have got one dog, three cats and I have eight dolls, one Teddy bear, one set of dishes, table and tove. I have a fine time. October the 9th is my birthday. I will be nine years old. I would like to receive some post cards from my Junior friends. I will answer all 1 receive. As my letter is getting long I will close, hoping to hear from you soon. Ruth Hutcbings, Age 8. Bloomfleld, Ia., Route No. 5. HAZEL WANTS TO HEAR FROM HER COUSIN THROUGH THE JUNIOR. Dear Editor and Juniors:—As I have not written to the Courier Junior for some time I will now write. I think the Juniors are improving in the story writing. I am going to send Elva Huffman, a postal card today. My birthday will be the 29th of Oc tober and I will be 14 years old. I have two sisters older than myself their names are Sylvia and Pearl. I am going to school. I am in the eighth grade. I do not study reading now. I like to go to school. I am going to Chariton this afternoon, if it don't get too rainy. We drive the ponies to town most of the time, but are going to drive the work horses to day as we will have a heavy load. My ponies' names are Dick and Twi light. I wish my cousin, Glenn Hatfield, would write me a letter through the Courier Junior. I like to read the stories the boys and girls write to the Junior page. Well as my letter is getting long, I must closis, hoping the Junior page much success. Hazel Hatfield, Age 13. Chariton, Ia., Route No. 3. FOREST WRITES TO JOHN FLOGINS. Master John Flogins, Bloomfield, Ia. Dear Little Friend: I read your letter in the Junior page and was sorry you have been sick as that is not very pleasant. I had a sick spell once, but not as long as you have been. I was sick only six weeks. 1 had pneumonia and pleurisy. That was the only sick spell I ever had. I sent you a card. Did you reecive it? I have about 700 cards. A lot of them are from Junior hoys and girls. I have been a Junior for along time. I was about the first boy that be longed. I have received a lot of nice prizes from the Junior and have been to two of the panics. I go to the:Franklin school. I am in the fifth grade, third quarter. My teacher's name Is Miss Doller. I like her real well. I have a pet dog. His name is Noble. That was his mother's name. We got him at Albia. I have six rabbits, some are white angoras with long hair. We have some pigeons. We have three horses and I like to ride them. -Do you live on a farm? We live in town. I like to go to the. country. I was 11 years old last June 2. I see you are not as old as I am. Well John I hope you received a lot of nice cards for your birthday and hope you are improving so you will soon be well and then you can write and tell me about yourself.'..."'I would like to see you. Do you go to Sunday school? 1 go every Sunday. I go to the Presbyterian and I only have two blocks to go and the same to go to school. I expect you have quite a ways to go if you live in the country. "V^e have some chickenB and I have! two nice large ducks. Wa set the eggs1 FOR THE CHILDREN under a hen. They are what you cal$ Indian runners. Well I will close for this, time, W'* From your Junior friend, *L' Forest Weber, 1302 East Main St., Ottumwa, I*. -^4- MY PET DOO. I could do. most anything with him. If I rode to school he would follow^' me. Charles' father owned about thirty,'-:, head of horses and Charles owned a black and white Spotted pony. He had a pony cart all painted yellow and a set of harness for. it. Charles knew-/ .. how to hitch up by himself. One day his father said, "Charles, hitch up the pony and let's drive over to town this afternoon." Charles was very much surprised but neverthe less he did as he was told. He wasj more surprised still when his father* bought.him a brand new saddle and bridle. He was very much pleased oier them and thanked his father. .. He.had other things besides his pony and cart among which were a kite, a sled, a watch and French harp and many other things. After while their father came and took them home. I thank the Juniors for the post' cards they have sent me. THE BOSTON TEA PARTY. The British East India Co., unable to •. find a market for its teas, begged par liament to permit them to make ex ports free of duty to America, whcio tea had long been smuggled from Hoi land. The king refused. He said "There must always be one tax to keep up the right, and as such I approve of the te duty." The actual duty on the tea was trifl 'ing, only three pence a pound, but the Americans regarded the measure as cunning device for establishing a prec edent whereby moi.ey could be ex torted from them for the support of standing army in th3 colonies. They ., therefore resolved not to purchase a pound of the taxed tea. The citizens i Charleston, New York, Boston an I.... Philadelphia took measures to pre\t nt the landing or sale of the "pernicioi:* herb." The first tea ships arrived oti Boston in the autumn of 1773. The, people assembled in town meeting ami urged Governor Hutchinson to order the immediate return of the ships wf:h. their cargoes. The governor, as an of-'. fleer of the crown, refused to take' such action. A mass meeting was helil. ^. in the Old South meeting house to con- ,. slder what final, decision should taken. In the evening a message received fiom the governor decliningr to permit any of the tea ships.-to back until -.they were unloaded. Sani-^ uel Adams then rose and said, "This meeting can do nothing more to serve, the counfry." His words served as ai signal for immediate action. A war whoop was heard, and a party of ell izens disguised as Indians and armed^ with hatchets rushed down to wharf, boarded the ships, and break ing open the chests of tea emptied., their, contents into the harbor. The next morning a shining bank of tea. leaves cast up by the tide on the soutu shore showed how thoroughly the,. "Mohawks" had done their work. t'.1 My pet dog was a part bull dog/,, iC. I got him of John Frey, while paps^ was on the mail route. My cousin taught him to pull things vV?'' One night she shut him in the barn* -i but he got out and came home. Last summer he went away never came back. and I ^raited along time for him to come back. But he never Came. He was eight years old when he dis-' appeared. Well, as my letter is gey ting long, I will close. J. Twila Downard, Age 12, Stockport, Iowa. CHARLES A HAPPY BOY. *•J Charles was a very happy boy. H«'. lived with his parents in a large house, in the country. His fathefc was pretty well off and he being the only child^ he was humored very much. Hig father never went to town but what he brought him something and some* Q. times Charles went with him. He went to the public school in the ii.' country two miles from his father's p? house and when it was bad .rainy weather he would drive or ride hia'^/'^ pony. I think Charles must have beeir^V a happy boy. W'- 1 41^ 4 Murrel Watson, Age 16. Hillsboro, Iowa£-%?' LOST IN THE WOODS, Grace, Ruth, Mary, John, Harold and Clarence were going to have a picnic Friday came and the children rstarted to the woods with baskets of "nice things to eat. Besides their baskets of things to eat they had their Indian, suits. They were going to play Indian. They had an awfully good time till it started to rain. They got under a great bip tree and stayed there. It stopped raining and they ate their* dinner. There was fruit cake, sand wiches, jelly, apples and everything that makes a picnic nice. After the dishes were put away they played games and had lots of fun that way,, after which it was time to go homer and so they started, but started the, wrong way They soon saw it was not the right way so they turned around and went a few steps to the east and they did not know which way to go. A vfe: k7 .'••vrSS" \«h Caroline Tout, age It.- 425 Ottumwa St., Ottumwa Iowa. }(& ,VA-r ..vTv t* Lillian Wimp, Pulaski, Ia., R. No. 8. MADELINE'S NIC^ STORY. 'I Dear Juniors:—I thought I would write a story about a summer's vaca tion. Once there was a little hoy named Frank. His school was. out the first of. May. He asked his mamma if he could go to his grandma's she said yes. he got ready to go. He liked to he in the country. hunted eggs, picked berries and helped milk cows. Madeline Johnson OttumwtL, IowaA^js^ ]i ig ir"« •'i'wVh