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4 ii iC '$4*? |-n &£•-.- H' Sf' t* r« t- WWW NOTICE! A4I+ letter* for tills department be addreseed. Courier Junior, Ottumwa, Iowa. VOL. 5, NO. II7. THE COURIER JUNIOR Published, by THE COURIER PRINTING CO., OTTUMWA, IOWA. MATILDA DEVEREAUX, EDITOR- Miss Eva Wood is The Prize Winner Dear Juniors: After the Juniors read Eva's story they all will agree with the judges' decision. Nor. only is the story, good but Eva did not for get any of the rules, remembering the second and third rules, two very im portant ones. A THANKSGIVING CONTtoT. The contest today would make very good Thanksgiving stories. However we will ask the Juniors to write on one of the following subjects', the best story writer geting -a "Thanksgiving box," as a prize: THE FIRST THANKSGIVING. THANKSGIVING IN TH£ CITY. WHY WE CELEBRATE THANKS GIVING. THANKSGIVING ON THE FARM. JACK'S IDEA OF THANKSGIVING. JULIA'8 IDEA OF THANKSGIVING. This contest will close Monday, Nov. 27, and the stories will first appear Thanksgiving day, Nov. 30. PRETTY THANK8GIVING POSTALS. W6 want the Juniors to write some good letters, also some short stories, the writers receiving in return Thanks giving post cards. Any of the follow ing subjects will make a good story: THE WESTERN HEMISPHERE. THE DOG AND HIS SHADOW. THE JOURNEY. A LOST DOG. SCHOOL COMPOSITIONS. We are well pleased with the way the Juniors are sanding in their school compositions. Next week we will run the prize story and announce the win-! net's name.. We, of course, want more school compositions as the eon*-,pt' does not close until Nov. 20. SEVEN RULES FOR THE JUNIORS. 1. Use one side of the paper only. 2. Write neatly and legibly, rsirisj Ink or a,sharp lead.pencil. 3. Always sign your nanio in lull and state your age. 4. Number your pages. 6. 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. A Dutch Lullaby Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe— Sailed on a river of crystal light Into a sea of dew. "Where are you going, and what do you wish?" The old moon asked the three. "We have come to fish for the herring flsh That live In this beautiful sea Nests of silver and gold have we," Said Wynken, Blynken. And Nod. The old moon laughed and sang a song, As they rocked in the wooden shoe And the wind that sped them all night long Ruffled the waves of dew The little stars were the herring fish That lived in that beautiful sea. "Now cast your nets wherever yov wish, But never afeard are we!" So cried' the stars to the fishermen three: Wynken, Blynken. And Nod. All night long their nets they threw To the stars in the twinkling foam Then down from the sky came the wooden shoe, Bringing the fishermen home: Twas all so pretty a sail, it seemed As if It could not be And some folks thought 'twas a dream they's dreamed Of sailing that beautiful sea But I shall name you the fishermen three: Wynken, Blynken, And Nod. Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes, And Nod is a little head, And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies Is a wee one's trundle-bed So shut your eyes while mother sings Of wonderful sights that be, And you shall see the beautiful things As you rock in the misty sea, Where the old shoe rocked the fisher men three: Wynken, Slynken. And Nod. —Eugene Field. Wm.Hartley's Perseverance Won Out About thirty years ago, I stepped into a bookstore in Cincinnati in search of some books I wanted. While there, a ragged little boy, not oyer twelve years of age, came in to ask whether they had "geographies" to sell. "Plenty of them," was the sales man's reply. "How much do they cost?" "One dollar, my lad." "I did not know that they were so dear." He turned to go out, and even open ed the door, but closed it again and came back. "I have only sixty-two cents," said he "w'ill you let me have the book, and wait awhile for the rest of the money?" How eagerly the lad looked for an answer- and how he seemed to shrink within his ragged clothes when the man refused his request! The disap pointed little fellow looked up at me with a poor attempt at a smile, and left the store. I followed' and overtook him. "And what now?" I asked. "I shall try another place, sir." "Shall I go too, and see how you succeed?" "Oh, yes, if you like," said he, in surprise. Four different stores I entered with liim, and four times I saw the childish face cloud at a harsh refusal. "Will you try again?" I asked. "Yes, sir I shall try them all, or I should not know whether I could get one." We entered the fifth store and the little fellow walked up manfully and told the gentleman just what he want ed and how much money he had. "Do you want the book very much asked the proprietor. "Yes, sir, very much." "Why do you want it so much?" "To study, sir. I cannot go to school, but when I have time, I study at home. All the boys have geographies, and they will be ahead of me if I do not get one. Besides, my father was a sailor, and I want to know something about the places that he used to go to." "Does he'go to those places now?' "He is dead," replied the boy, soft ly. Then he added, after a while, "I am going to be a sailor, too." •'Are you, though?" asked the gen tleman, raising his eyebrows curiously. "Yes, sir if I live." "Well, my lad, I'll tell you what I will do 1 will let you have a new geography, and you may pay the re mainder of the money when you can or, I will let you have one that is not new for fifty cents." "Are the leaves all in it, and is it just like the others, only not new?" "Yes, it is just as good as the new ones." "It will do just as well, then and I shall have twelve cents left towards buying some other book. I am glad that they did not let me have one at any of the other places." The bookseller looked up inquiring ly, and I told him what I had seen of the little fellow. He was much pleased and when he brought the book along I saw a nice new pencil and some clean white paper in it. "A present, my lad, for your perse verance. Always have courage like that, and you will make your mark." said the bookseller. "Thank you, sir you are very good." "What is your name?" "William Hartley, sir." "Do you want any more books?" I now asked, earnestly regarding the serious little face. "More than I can ever get," he re plied, glancing at the volumes that filled the shelves. I gave him a bank note. "It will buy some for you," I said. Tears of joy came into his eyes. "May I buy what I want with it?" "Yes, my lad whatever you want." "Then I will buy a book for moth er," said he. "I thank you very much, and some day I hope I can pay you." He asked my name, and I gave it to him. Then I left him standing by the counter, so happy that I almost envied him. Many years passed before 1 saw him again. Last year I went to Europe on one of the finest vessels that ever plowed the waters of the Atlantic. We had pleasant weather the greater part of the voyage but, toward the end, there came a terrible storm, and the ship would have sunk with all on board, had it not been for the captain. Every mast, was laid low, the ind der was almost useless, and a great leak was filling the vessel with water. The crew were strong and willing men, and the mates were practical seamen of the first class. But, after pumping for one whole night, with the water still gaining upon them, the sailors gave up in de spair, and prepared to take to the boats, though they might have known that no small boat could live in such a wind and sea. The captain, who had been below examining his charts, now came up. He saw how matters stood, and, with a voice that I heard distinctly above the roar of the tempest, he ordered every man to his post. It was surprising to see those men bow before his strong will and hurry back to the pumps. The captain then started below to look for the leak. As he passed me, I asked him whether there was any hope of saving the ves sel. He looked at me and then at the other passengers, and said, "YeB, sir, so long as one inch ot 4eck re I ,' OTTUMWA, mains above water, there is hope. When that fails, I shall* abandon the vessel, not before, nor shall one oT my crew. Everything shall be done to save the ship and if we fail, it will not be out. fault. Bear a hand, every one of you, at the pumps." Thrice during the day did we de spair but the captain's dauntless courage, perseverance and powerful wUl mastered every man on board, and we went to work again. "I will land you safe at the dock in Liver pool," said he, "if you will be men." And he did land us safe, but the vessel sunk soon after she was moor ed to the dock. The captain stood on the deck of the sinking ship receiv ing the thanks and the blessings of the passengers as they hurried down the gang plank. I was the last to leave. As I passed, he grasped my hand and said: "Judge Preston, do you not recognize me?" I told him that I did not I was not aware that had ever seen him before I stepped on board his ship. "Do you remember the boy who had so much difficulty in getting a geography some thirty years ago in Cincinnati? He owes a debt of grati tude for your encouragement and kindness to him." "I remember him very well, sir. His name was William Hartley." "I am he," Bald the captain. "God bless you." "And may God bless you, too, Cap tain Hartley," I said. "The persever ance that, thirty years ago, secured you that geography, has today saved our lives." Anonymous. STORIES andPLETTERS AUNT MARY VISITS ftlARCELLA. MarcelJa was a little girl who had lived on the farm for nine years. She is now twelve years old. Her father did not know what to get for her birthday. "Mrs. Jones has a little dog which she is very fond of, why not get that said Mrs. Daford. Mr. Daford thought it over and the next day he brought home a little, snow-white dog for her. Marcella's mother bought her a kodak. She was very much pleased with her presents. She name her dog Carlo and took many pictures of him. "It is November, now," said Marcel la, patting her dog. "I wonder if Aunt Mary will come for Thanksgiv ing?" "Here, Carlo!" was a cry from the post boy. Carlo brought one letter to Marcella. She knew in a minute it was from Aunt Mary. She hurried to the house and had her mother read it aloud. This is what It said: New York, Nov. 18, 1911. Dear Sister:—I have been thinking of making' you a two weeks' visit. Doris wants to see Marcella so I thought this would be a good time. Be prepared for me there Monday. Your loving sister, Mary. Hardly had she finished before Marcella gave a cry of delight. At last the day came for Aunt Mary and Cousin Doris to arrive. "We will go after them in the car riage," said Mr. Daford. "But you must stay at home, Marcella, for there will be no room for you," said her mother. At last the carriage rolled away. Marcella hurried to get ready. She had Carlo looking just splendid. Soon the carriage was seen in sight again. Marcella ran to the door. The car riage stopped. Out sprang little Doris with her dainty coat and hat. Then came Juanita. Juanita was smaller than Doris. Marcella could not help hugging Juanita till she told her very politely to "top." Juanita could not talk very well. For "stop" she would say "top" for "Carlo" she would say "Tarlo." "We will go to bed very early, so we can get up early," said Mrs. De ford. So they all said good night. The next morning Marcella awoke finding Doris and Juanita looking out the window. "O. look at the big tokey," said Juanita. "Yes, that turkey is for our din ner." said Marcella forgetting her shyness. The children ran down stairs to breakfast. After breakfast Mrs. Da ford said: "Marcella, take Doris and Juanita out in the autumn woods while we get dinner." They went to a place which made Juanita say. "O, dis is a dungle." "It does look like a jungle, doesn't it?" said Doris. "I don't think so. This is where I go every day to get nuts," said Mar cella. Pretty soon they heard a. bell. "Dinner." cried Marcella. "Do lead the way," said Doris and uanita. They at last reached the house. They sat down to a table which was full. When they got tip they had eaten everything. It's a wonder they were not all dead. After dinner they went to a football game in an auto mobile. They enjoyed the game very much. After the game was over they went riding. One of the tires was damaged but they soon had it fixed up again. They rode to a nearby town and got some soda. They all enjoyed the soda very much because the dust had made them thirsty. It was coming on night so they went home. When they got home Aunt Mary changed her mind about Btaying two weeks but only stayed two days. When Aunt Mary, Juanita and Doris left there was a surprise left for Mar cella. Juanita had given Marcella a watch and Doris had given a muffler to her for a keeps-sake. Marcella was very, very much pleased with her keeps-sakes and declared she had the best cousins there was in the world. Eva Wood, Age 12. Chester Ave., Ottumwa, la. MABEL LIKES HER AUN. t-HOEfiE Dear little friends.—This is my fiiat letter to the Courier Junior. I am a little girl nine years old. I go to school at Eldon. My teacher's name is Miss Hastings. I like to go up to my aunt Phoebe's house. She gives me lots of things for my playhouse. I went up last Satur day .She played her organ and grapha phone for me. My cousin Glenn has a pair of white rabbits. They are cute and they do lots of funny tricks. My little dog followed me and we had to shut him up so he couldn't catch them. My letter is getting long so good bye. Mabel Seitzage, age 9. I am going to school now. Johnny and I ride ponies to school. Our teach er's name is Lena Stewart. I study physiology, reading, history, arith metic, grammar, geography, writing and spelling. How is Mabel and Josephine? When are you coming up? I would like to see you. I had a good time when you was here the last time. I will close for this time. Your cousin, Laura Wilson, I have read the Courier Junior for a long while, and would like to ex change post cardB with some of the Juniors. Mary McCoy, Age 8. Ottumwa, Iowa, Route 3. VAUGHN TELLS OF CHICKASAW COUNTY. Dear Editor: I will write a letter to the Courier Junior. 1 wrote once before when 1 lived in Van Buren county. Chickasaw county is right across the road from where we live. I will tell you what I can see cross the road in Chickasaw county from our dining room window. The road runs east and west past our place. There is a willow fence now and a corn field. Then I can see the Great Western railroad and the trains as they go ulon ?. can see a school house and several houses and barns and lots of groves. Nearly everybody lias a grove us there is not much timber here. Th'j country is mostly level and one can see a long ways, The dog's name is Rover. He is very playful. "When I come home from school he jumps on me and kisses me. When 1 am at the table he will jumi up and put his front paw on my knee and beg for something to eat. When I give him something he will go away and wag his tail. As my letter is getting long I will close. Gertrude Barmash, age 11, 424 E. Main St., Ottumuw. la. OUR CATS. Dear Editor: We have four cats. One is black all over. We call it Snocks. He weighs about four pounds. I have a cat nemed Plumv. Sh^ has four white feet. I have another named Muff and he is gray: He is very heavy. He weighs about ten pounds. I have another. She is about 9 years old. "We think a lot of her. I have fifteen cards from the editor and about fifteen from the Juniors. s$,w the Junior picture. I thought it was fine. "Would like to exchange card? with the Juniors. Anna Palfrey man, J-vueas, la., R. X'. 1. THANKSGIVING DINNER AT *mm Eldon, Iowa. LAURA WANTS TO SEE HER COUSIN VERNE. Miss Verne Oliver. A Dear Cousin:—I saw your letter in the Courier Junior. I was very glad to hear from you. PleaBe excuse me for waiting so long to answer. Batavia, Iowa. MARY'S FIR8T LETTER. Dear Juniors:—As I have never written to the Courier Junior, I thought I would write. I have two brothers and no sisters. There nameB.are Otho and Burton. I live on a farm five miles north of Ottumwa. I go to white school. My teacher's name is Miss Baker. I study the fifth grade. I study reading, spelling, arith. metic, language and geography. There are thirty-seven pupils in our school. I will tell you what did this sum mer. My friend Margaret Mast had a party on her birthday, the ninth of August. And invited ten little girls. Their names were, Velna Mullin, Edith Broadfield, Margaret Gayly, Ina Smith, Margaret Proud, Beatrice Mil ler, Her brother Truman and her Aunt Chessle and myself. She was tfen years old. And this summer I went to Lincoln Dimmitt's and to my Uncle Isaac's and I had a nice time at both places. A N MARY'S. It was late in November when we went to Aunt Mary's Thanksgiving dinner. It was a bright day but somewhat chilly. We went in the carriage and drove our horse named Carlo. We had a very pleasant ride and enjoyed look ing at the pretty autumn leaves tinning red, yellow and brown. We arrived at her house at 9:30 o'clock. We visit ed with Aunt Mary and the children then we had dinner. We had a splendid dinner, turkey, dressing, sweet potatoes, craiih«-rry sauce, pumpkin pie, nut cake and sal ads of all kinds. It tasted so eood ani I tell you a *sr% Aunt Mary is a fine cook. Then after dinner Uncle John got out his auto mobile and took us all to the foot-ball game.. It was very cool and I wore my muffler.As we started home we punctured a tire. Father and Uncle John worked on It quite a while then we went on home. When we looked at our, watch it was getting so late that we had to stay all night with Aunt Mary. Uncle John and Aunt Mary Morey have three children. Their names are Thera, Henri etta and Hugh. Thera is 15, Henrietta is 12 and Hugh is 7 years oud. We children had lots of fun that night playing games of all sorts. Uncle John and Aunt Mary Morey has a lit tle farm of 20 acres. They raise horses, cattle, sheep, chickens and turkeys. They have a very happy home and enjoy living. The next morning we all had our pictures taken with the kodak. Then we parted from Aunt Mary's family and started for home. We took our kodak with us and toot many pretty pictures'enroute home. We arrived home dt 11:15. We had to hurry to get dinner, everything was all O. K. Old Carlo was very much worn out. We all wish to go back to Aunt Morey's again. I tell you that we had a fine time. Your Junior friend, Irene Neal, age 13. Bloomfield, Iowa. A STORY BY DORIS Dear Junior: I am sending you a story with the following words used as you asked: November, turkey, break, football, Aunt Mary's, riding, five, farm, auto mobile, father, carriage, autumn, woods, happy, home, Carlo, kodak, en route, muffler, watch and back. Last November my father and I went to my Aunt Mary's. She is my father's sister. She has a fine automo bile. My Uncle Ned came to the depot to meet us. Then we went to their home. They lived in the country but that made no difference to us. Sunday afternoon we went riding and the tire blew out. Uncle put on the brake and stopped the car. Father and uncle got out and fixed it. Then my aunt took out her watch and it was eleven p. m. We had been there two hours. We went back to the farm and went to bed. It was Thanksgiving at last, and for dinner we had, a nice big turkey. At the little country church I had to speak a piece and the title was "Autumn." I spoke so well my aunt gave me a little poodle dog, and -1 named him Carlo. I soon got acquainted with the 'chil dren and one Saturday morning we went to .the woods and Oh! such.a happy time we had. I took my kodak with me and took quite a few pictures. We went r* "arriage and of course came back 7 11 Vaugh Thompson. Summer, Jowa. GERTRUDE'S PET DOG. Dear Juniors: I have not written for so long, so I thought I would write a few lines. 1 will write about my pet dog. learned to play foot ball and in other games. One of the girls g:.vi' me a muffler, and it was bo cold the night we went home I wore it en route, it was given to me as a birthday gift. Everyone was glad to see us back. Some of the girls came to the depot to meet us, and when we got home I had a very nice surprise awaiting me which the girls had gotten up. The party did not break up until 10 o'clock. Yours for success. I am one of the Juniors, Doris Elizabeth Slauglit, 502 Hamilton avenue. GRACE'S STORY. was a rather chilly day in No vember when Bertha and Bob with their mother and father went to spend Thanksgiving with Iheir Aunt Mary who lived on a farm. Aunt Mary had two children Virgil and Maizie and the four children always had a good time together. They arrived at.:Aunt Mary's the day before Thanksgiving about 2 o'clock in the afternoon. The four children with the dog Carlo went out in the woods to hunt nuts. They ar rived home tired but happy and did justice to the supper Aunt Mary gave them. The next day which was Thanksgiv ing the four children played football a. while and Virgil took some pictures with his kodak, Uncle Fred called to them aud wanted to know if they would like to go riding a while. Of course they wore willing, so bundled in mufflers and shawls they all piled in. the carriage. When about 2 miles from home they came upon an auto mobile with a busted tire. A woman and two children were in the auto mobile and a man was vainly trying to mend the break. They asked Uncle Fred if he knew of a place where they could get dinner and stay, till he got word to town. Uncle Fred said he thought Aunt Mary could make room for them so they all went back to Aunt Mary's where a good turkey dinner was waiting for them. The visitors were made welcome and the children passed a very merry afternoon to gether. Grace Nelson, age 10, 1015 Center Ave, Ottumwa, la. A TRIP TO AUNT MARY'S. We had planned to go to Aunt Mary's on Thanksgiving day. But the day before it began raining. We were all a little angry I guess. But we couldn't help it. We had expected to go in the automobile. But now the rain had put a stop to that. I was sitting by the window looking out at the troublesome rain when all at once il iuined into snow. Then I knew we could go. I ran into the kitchen where mam ma was making pies and told her. ?hc had not noticed it was showing. "Why. yes." she said when I told ht?r. "We will go in the sleigh." Then 1 helped get supper and do .the work., A v-c morning was Thanksgiv i^iw^Pf|W M,«i $g* j** /?*•*fc*' vT# •i" ing day. We got up bright and early and after, we had don® up the work got readyt,and started. When we got there they'had a tur key cooking and the pantry was full of pumpkin pies and everything good to eat. All our relatives were there. The boys were expecting to go to a football game In the afternoon but they did not. Father said he was go ing to take us all sleigh riding in the afternoon and we knew that he meant what he said. After dinner we all got ready and went for a joy ride in the big sleigh. We took the kodak with us and took some very pretty pictures of the au tumn woods. Carlo, Aunt Mary's big black dog went with us. He got up in the sleigh and rode with us. We laughed, at him. He looked around and wagged his tail as if he thought it was funny, too. I lost my muffler and one of the boys fell out of the sleigh and lost his watch. We all,went home'very happy1'and everybody said they had a delightful time. Marie Gilbert. Mt. Zion, Iowa. ABRAHAM LINCOLN, Abraham Lincoln was bom in Ken tucky in 1809 and died in Washington .C. in 1865. He lived in a small town in Kentucky. His home was a small, bare lcfg cabin. It had places where holes had been cut for windows with bear skin down over them to keep out the sndw and ice. He had one sister who was two years older than himself. Her name was Sarah. He had a brother who-, died when a babe. Mr. Lincoln was slim and six feet tall when sixteen years of age. He had very long legs and arms. He was tall, homely and gawky. There were no slates, pencils, or paper when Lincoln was a boy. Lin coln wrote upon his mother's fire shovel with a stick of charcoal. Lincoln only went to school one year during his school days. He would not have learned so much If it hadn't have been for his mother who taught him every evening after the day's work was done. Lincoln had borrowed a book by the name of "The Life of Washington." That night he went to bed and put the book between two logs by the window. That night it snowed and ruined it. He took it to the owner and said he was sorry. Te man said "Give me seventy five cents for it, or work for me three days." Lincoln said, "I have ho money but will work for you the three days.' After he had worked the three days the man gave him the book and Lin coln thanked him very much. Lincoln was very kind and very strong. He could run the fastest and do everything faster than any other boy in the neighborhood. When Lincoln was a boy he worked in a field. He plowed and hoed. When he became a man he split rails, then he became clerk. His nickname was "Honest Abe," because one time he did not give a lady the right change and he walked twelve miles to give it to her. He was called "Railsplitter," be cause he split rails in his youth. The people showed that they loved and honored him by electing him president. The civil war broke out after he be came president. The south believed in slaves and the north did not so they had a war. The south wanted to have slaves work for them for np money. Lincoln did not want them to have war. The message that he sent out was the "Proclamation of Emancipation," which set the slaves free. The slaves got down on their knees and said Lin coln was the best man in the world. Lincoln was shot by Booth at Ford's theater on the night of April 14, 1865. Booth was an actor. It was a long time before Lincoln died but he died from the effects of the shot. Teresa Miller, 510 S. Elm St., Ottumwa. ACROSS THE GLACIER. As we start out on our journey we follow Icy paths which will finally lead us to the top of a glacier. Just before we start up the guide tells us that we must have a large thick rope tide around our waists to keep us from slipping and falling. He first ties the rope around each of us and then around himself. He also gives each of us a pick to help us to walk. He digs little steps in the ice and that helps us very much. The surface is very rough and looks as if it had been tossed in a storm. The air is very thin and we are sometimes walking In clouds of rain. There are many cracks in the glacier with streams running through them. As we pass over these cracks the guide tells us to very very careful and not fall, because we could nover be found nor could we ever get out. The guide was telling us that once there were eight traveling men climb ing a glacier and they came to one of these great cracks. One of these men slipped and all the rest of them fell in too. The great glacier moved on inch by inch and in forty years it had noly gone five miles. At the top of the glacier there al ways lived some very kind people. They have large dogs called the St. Barnard dogs. These dogs are sent to look for the people that are lost in the ice and snow. These dogs carry a bag of food around their necks. The people get on these dogs' backs if they arfe not too weak. Sometimes when the dogs can not arouse the people they stand there and bark until their master or some one comes. But sometimes they run back to the house and the people of the house know that they cannot arouse the people. The people go with the dogs to the place and the lost peo ple are then taken to the house and kept until they are strong and well. Bertha Green, aee 15, 210 Graves St., Ottumwa, Iowa. THANKSGIVING AT AUNT MARY'S Alice Btood gazing out of her bed room window, dreaming about tye nice Thanksgiving that would he here the next day. Alice and her father and mother were going to spend Thanks giving at Aunt Mary's, in the country. Aunt Mary's Thanksgiving turkey al-i ways tasted so delicious that Alice's father (Mr. Mitchell) always insisted on going to Aunt Mary's to spend this holiday. I The next day all of the Mitchells started for Aunt Mary's in their auto-, __ I. I Ill-Ill Hi. .'ixti i.--..- tKfiHt illte riMfrijjl I I ii I -V ii* lV]« FOR THE CHILDREN Wi Jp '.Vf NOTICK1 ^^,-,,4 All letters for this department must be addressed, ,: Courier Junior, ,v? -Ottumwa, Iowa.- mobllo. The road was very smooth, but when they were half way to their dea tinatlon Alice's father noticed that eomething was wrong. On examining the machine he discovered that the tire was punctured and on looking in" the feasoline tank, discovert th*-t there wasn't enough gasoline left to enable them to reach Aunt Mary's iu time for dinner. Mr.| Mitchell hardly^ knew what to do, but hearing the beat ing of horse's hoofs, he looked up and', saw a horse and carriage moving rap- idly toward them. The only occupant, Mr. Mitchell recognized as one of the, best football players on the high school team. Frank Williams was the boy's name. Frank was going to his uncle's farm which was beyond where?!# the Mitchells were going. Frank, of course invited the Mitchells to go with him as f^r as Aunt Mary's. Mr. Mitchell readily consented. Mr." Miichell and Frank somehow attache* the auto to the carriage. The party passed many beautiful: I woods dressed in their autumn gowns. The sun shown brightly on the scarlet: colored leaves and it made a very pretty picture. Soon Aunt Mary's home loomed up on one side of the road. It was a beau tiful place, although., strange In device it was of ample size. The children^ were out on the porch waiting for the party to arrive. Carlo, the dog, ran out to meet them, barking joyously. Alice had brought her kodak and the children took pictures of each other. The Mitchells stayed, several days at Aunt Mary's. Uncle John went to the city the fourth day and the Mitchells went with him. About 2 o'clock I went over to the^/ neighbors and played until nearly"., dark. While I was gone my aunt, kent looking at her watch and wondering if I was ever coining back. About 7 o'clock I returned. Uncle Will said he would talse ua home, but he had a breakdown and the tire was off the wheel 5 Vida Wahle, age 13 167 N. Willard St., Ottumwa, la... BLANCHE'S STORY It 'was a nice month of November. My uncle Will said if we told him when we wanted to come out he would come in after us. But we wanted to: surprise them. We went to bed early, got up about four o'clock and went on the owl car. We rode over to the street car barn. We walked doyn the rail road tracks uhttt wei came to the Black. Hawk road. We saw a man standing down on the bridge. We thought he might be a tramn, but it appeared only to be a man going to work. I could tell, that just as soon as I saw his dipner bucket .because tramps never carry dinner buckets. We soon came to a farm house where dogs were. .We thought that they might bite us. We stopped at my cousin's house, then her little girl went pn with lis when we got there. They were so sur prised and we were just in time for breakfast.. After breakfast Aunt Mary's, mother and I washed the dishes and gathered nuts and then I played with Loretta. For dinner we had turkey,. baked apples, milk, beans and cab bage. We then walked all around the farm admiring the beautiful trees aud autumn woods. Aunt Mary's big dosM is named Carlo. I wished I had a kodak to take pictures of the autumn woods, they were so pretty. ci the wagon, so we had to walk to the Black hawk bridge. When we got home an automobile with a lot of football players in it came along. When they passed us they let the muffler out and scared me and besides it was going the wrong way so we couldn't ride in' It. We were glad when we got there. I will close. Blanche Green, age 12. South Ottumwa. Ia„ Gen. Del. ELLA ON THE COW GIRL Misses Elva Huffman, Bessie Renfro, Henrietta Plaster: Dear Juniors: I will now answer your letters and cards, which I was glad to receive from you. I am O. K. and hope this will find you girls the same. As you wanted me to write about the "eo girl" I will do 60 now, but let me te'l you. why I did not answer sooner. I was sick, so I know you will excuse me this time, then, also we do not get our paper until Monday night. The cow girls are as you see them* at the theater. Most all of them w?.nr short buckskin skirts and a shirt waist, made of very heavy though nice cloth. A gun or two in their belts, a large hat and neat little boots, some preferring shoes instead. They also wear gauntlets and carry a whip. These girls are afraid of no one or of animals unless it be a lion or some thing like that. They are good mustang riders and good ropers. I think the most interesting play I ever saw was "The Outlaw's Daughter," a wes:em play. The cow girl also wears a large hat. The cowboy is her partner. The cowboy wears the following. Western boots, buckskin or fur chaps a belt with a gun or two and perhaps a shot gun or rifle strapped on to his large saddle, gauntlets, spurs, a large handkerchief around his neck, wide brimmed hor. turned up in the front. I will tell yon about the cowboy In the next letter I write, if you so desire. I think a guv! subject to write upon is the "Western. Hemisphere," as it causes us to Kvirn more about our country. Well Juniors, I will close. hori to receive some more of *our inters ing letters through the junior pas*!, do all of my writing on my tyy»«? writer. It is the Blickensderfer. $!0 machine. ,,. Your Junior' friend. Ella Clay. S. D.