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SOME of the Busy Bees have been "btrdlng," as they call it. Tbat Is, they
hare gone to the woods or to tho parks and studied the birds, each try
ing to see how many different kinds they could see. Before one goes
btrdlng It Is necessary to study something about them, for otherwise
there are so many kinds of birds that one does not recognize.
A new Busy Bee sent in a story written on both sides of the paper tils
week, which, of course, could not be need, for the printers never turn a page,
so that would leave only part of the story. Some continued stories hare been
sent In, but the short stories are preferred by the Busy Bees, so that they are
the only on" that recelTt prizes.
The illustrated rebus last week was, "The spring is here, and birds are
in the trees, and flowers bloom orer the field." Correct answers were sent
in by Myrtle Jensen and Mary McAdams.
Prizes were awarded this week
Verua Klrschbraun, also on the Blue
Rena N. Mead of the Blue side.
Any of the Busy Bees may send cards to anyone whose name is on the
Postcard Exchange, which now Includes:
Margusrtt Johnson. 33 North Twenty
filth avenue, Omaha.
Jean D Long; Alnsworth, Neb.
Irene McCoy, Barnston, Neb.
Lillian Merwln, Beaver City, Neb.
Mabel Witt, Bennington, Neb.
Anna Oottsch, Bennington, Neb.
Minnie Oottsch, Bennington, Neb. '
Agnes Dahmk. Benson. Neb.
Marls Gallagher, Benkelman, Neb. (box 12).
Ida May, Central City, Neb.
Vera Cheney, Crelghton, Neb.
Louis Hahn, David City, Neb.
Rhea Freldell, Dorchester, Neb.
Eunice Bode, Fails City, Neb.
Ethel Reed, Fmont, Neb.
Kulda Lundburg, Fremont, Neb.
Marion Ca(is, Gibson, Neb.
Marguerite Bartholomew, Oothenburr, Neb.
Lydia Roth, 606 West Koenlg street. Grand
Island. Neb.
Ella Voss, 407 West Charles street. Grand
Island, Neb.
Irene Costello, 115 West Eighth street.
Grand Island, Neb.
Jessie Crawford, 4ua West Charles street.
Grand Island, Neb.
Pauline flchulte, 412 West Fourth street,
Orand Island, Neb.
Martha Murphy, 28 East Ninth street,
Grand Island, Neb.
Hugh Rutt, Lesbara, Neb.
Hester E. Rutt, Leshara, Neb.
Alios Temple, Lexington, Neb.
Ruth Temple, Lexington, Neb.
Anna Nellson, Lexington, Neb.
Kdythe Krelts, Lexington, Neb.
MarJorl Temple, Lexington, Neb.
Alice Graasmeyer, 1645 C St., Lincoln, Neb.
Marian Hamilton, 20 L St., Lincoln, Neb.
Elsie Hamilton, 2029 L St, Lincoln, Neb,
Irene Disher, 2CS0 L street, Lincoln, Neb.
Hughie Disher, 2030 L street, Lincoln, Neb.
Louise Stiles, Lyons, Neb.
Estclle McDonald, Lyons, Keb.
Milton Selrer, Nebraska City, Neb.
Harry Crawford, Nebraska City, Neb.
Harvey Crawford, Nebraska City, Neb.
Luclle Haien. Norfolk, Neb.
Letha Larkln, 8o. Sixth St., Norfolk. Neb.
Emma Marquardt, Fifth afreet and Madl-
son avenue, Norfolk, Neb.
Mildred F. Jones, North Loup, Neb.
Oerevleve M. Jones, North Loup, Neb.
Helen Goodrich, 10 Nicholas street. Omaha
Orrln Fisher, 1210 South Eleventh street,
Omaha. .
Mildred Erlckson, J70 Howard street.
Oscar Erlckson, 1709 Howard street,
' Omaha.
Louis Raabe, 2409 North Nineteenth ave
nue, Omaha.
Prances Johnson, 933 North Twenty-fifth
. avenue, Omaha.
ETER AND PAUL were twin
PI brothers, t years old. Their
I home was In a small town that
lay in a pretty vaney Detween
long ranges of hills. And over
these hills grew an abundant
forest. And through the forest men and
boys loved to go hunting for wild animals,
though only a few of such now remained,
and they were of the small and harmless
variety. Squirrels, a few deer, badgers,
eoons and the -like were the victims of the
huntsmen. Larger game had been killed
off many, many years ago.
On fine May morning little Peter and
Paul were playing in the yard of their
home when Paul's eyes turned on the
deep blue, forest-covered hills a mile dis
tant. "Say, Pets." be said, calling to his
brother, who was at the moment riding a
very fractious stlckhorse, "wouldn't It be
lots of fun to go a-hunting in the woods
today? 8'pose we ride over to Old Witch
and shoot a bear?"
"Old Witch" was the name of the high
est hill of one of the ranges that walled
In the town where Peter and Paul lived.
And hunters loved to delve Into the woods
that grew over the head of Old Witch,
Just as sure-enough hair grows on the head
of an old witch or wizard.
"Sure, let's go," consented Peter, reining
In his yteed. Then for the moment for
getting his horse he threw him in the
corner ot the fence, not even taking time
to remove the nice twine bridle. "I'll get
my gun. You get ydurs. Then we'll rid
flounder and Plunger over to the great
mountain, Old Witch, and shoot two
"Bounder" and "Plunger" were the
names of the fractious stlckhorse ridden
every day about th yard by Peter and
Paul. It was poor Bounder who now lay
tn th corner ot the fence, as gentle as
stny stlckhorse can be, while Plunger stood
tied to a small tree near to th gate, await
ing his master's pleasure.
Peter and Paul ran Into th house and
got their guns pretty wooden weapons, as
harmless as their horses, but very danger
ous looking. Then they mounted Bounder
and Plunger and were off, going down
Peter and Paul Go A-Hunting
By Maud Walker, ' .
to Mabel Witt,, on the Blue side, and to
side. Honorable mention was riven to
Emma Carruthers, 1211 North Twenty-flftl
street, Omaha.
Leonora Denlson, The Albion, Tenth and
Pacific streets, Omaha. i
Mae Hammond, O'Neill, Neb.
Msfge L. Daniels, Ord. Neb.
Zela Beddeo, Orleani, Neb.
Agnes Richmond, Orleans, Neb.
Mario Fleming", Osceola, Neb.
Lott Woods, Pawnee. City, Neb.
Earl Perkins, Reddlngton, Neb.
Emma Kostal, ttlf O street, Bouth Omaha.
Edra Enis. Btanton, Neb.
Ethel Enls. Btanton, Neb.
Lena Petersen, 1211 Locust street, East
Ina Carney, Button, Clay county, Nab.
Clara Miller, Utlca, Neb. 1
Alta Wllken. Waco, Neb.
Mat Grunke. Went Point, Neb.
Elite Staatny, W liber. Neb.
Frederick Ware, Winslde, Neb.
Pauline Parks, York, Neb.
Edna Behllng. Tork, Neb.
Mary Frederick, York. Neb.
Carrie B. Bartlett, Fontanella, Is.
Irene Reynolds, Little Sioux, la.
Fthel Mulholland, Box 71, Malvern, la.
Eleanor Mellor. Malvern, la.
Ksthryne Mellor, Malvern, la.
Ruth Robertson, Manilla, la.
Mildred Robertson, Manilla, la.
Margaret B. Wltherow, Thurman, la.
Fred Sorry, Monarch, Wyo.
John Barron, Monarch, Wyo.
Edith Amend, Sheridan, Wyo.
Pauline Squire, Grand. Okl. ,
Fred Shelley, 230 Troup street, Kansas
City, Kan.
Henry L. Worklnger, care Sterling Remedy
company, Attica, Ind.
Mary Brown, 2322 Boulevard, Omaha.
Eva Hen dee, 4402 Dodge street, Omaha.
Junnlta Innes, 27 Fort street, Omaha.
Lillian Wirt. 41B8 Cass street, Omaha.
Emlle Brown, 2822 Boulevard, Omaha.
Meyer Cohn, 844 Georgia avenue, Omaha.
Ada Morris, 3424 Franklin street. Omaha.
Myrtle Jensen, 290 Isard street, Omaha.
Gall Howard, 4722 Capitol avenue, Omaha.
Helen Houck. 1626 Lothrop street, Omaha.
Ernerson Goodrich, 4010 Nicholas, Omaha.
Maurice Johnson, 1027 Locust St., Omaha.
Leon Carson, 1124 North Fortieth, Omaha.
Wllma Howard, 47a Capitol Ave., Omaha.
Hllah Flaher, 1210 Bouth Eleventh, Omaha.
Mildred Jonsen, 2707 Leavenworth, Omaha.
Edna Heden, 27l Chicago street, Omaha.
Mabel Bhelfelt. 4914 North Twenty-flfU
rtreet, Omaha.'
Walter Johnson, 2406 North Twentieth
street, Omaha.
th dusty road like th wind, kicking up
the dust Into a cloud, their guns In place
over their shoulders, gleaming In the sun
light Both horsemen carried themselves
with dignity and pride. No other twins In
th town could ride and shoot as they
could. (There were no other boy twins
tn the town, and th two pairs of girl twins
did not really count!).
"Did you ask mamma if we might go to
Old Witch this morning?" asked Paul as
they pranced across a little bridge which
spanned a creek half a mile from home.
"Nope," replied Peter. "DUn't you aalc
"Nope. I left that for you to do whll
I got my gun," explained ' Paul
"But I was getting my gun at the aame
time," replied Peter. "Bur, you should
have asked mamma If we might come
a-huntlng on Old Witch."
"Oh, sh won't care," said Paul. "We'll
get home before dinner. And when we re
turn with a bear mayb two of 'em
mamma will be so proud of us that she'll
call to Mrs. Jones next door to com In and
see what her children 'have caught whit
.hunting. And Mrs. Jones Is such a gossip
mamma says she tells everything sh
knows and more, too that she'll soon
spread the news all over town. Thba we'll
' be sure .enough heroes. Won't that be
"Sure, It will." acquiesced Peter. "But,
gee, I'm getting tired, or, I mean, that
Bounder la getting tired! It's a long way
for a tiorseto travel without a rest."
"Oh, we'll soon be there," said Paul.
"Plunger is a bit tired In his front legs,
but his hind legs are strong yet. Let's
trot up."
So Peter and Paul "trotted up," and soon
entered the woods that grew over th side
of Old Witch.
Then the hunt began. Owing to th noise
made by the horses' hoofs the twins de
cided to go afoot up the steep hillside,
leaving their horses tied to a tre at th
however, for they had already traveled a
foot They mad rather slow progress,
mile, and much of tba way had been
Neon found Peter and Paul wandering
about, much frightened, hunting for their
The Little Indian and Springtime
Qrace T. Bradley, 8814 Charles Street, Omaha,
VTAf I. Mn 4m. Ih. II, ,1. T.
Vvl dlan tn rcal cnlld ot Na
V I . T. Wn.. n
school, a desire (often car
ried out) to be a moment
lata when the bells ring and In a
hurry to get out again end shout and
laugh "and skip and run. They wel
come the return of the mead owl ark,
whose song la In the Sioux language,
so the little Indians say. They sea
the first crow and duck; they find the
very first grasshopper and butterfly
and tiring them Into the house to
show the mission ladle. They dis
cover the little prairie dogs, busy
again oa their summer homes. Best
of all, they find the wild onion, or
garllo (then their teachers know
spring has come), and her and there
during play time are groups of chil
dren digging;, a stick for the tool,
working hard to get the onions from
the around. Shortly Hollowing; the .
onion the tlpelna is on the market,
the wild turnip, which the Indian
thinks worth any amount of searching
and digging tor. Then, when we go
for a walk, there Is little walking,
for the oh II dr en supply themselves
with sticks and harvest the tlpslna.
On windy spring; days the big Rus
sian thistles, last fall's crop, are ex
tricated from the fences and used for
kites. The girls as well as boys tie
strings to these Immense "tumble
weeds" and let them blow In the air.
The Indian child likes to chew the
pussy willow, making a gum of it.
The boy wants the long, limber .
switches to throw mud with. He puts
a .ball -of the waxy gumbo mud on
the end of the switch, bends It back
ward, suddenly jerks his hand away
and the mud sings afar Into the air.
The little girls, more aesthetlo, braid
the new blades of grunt, making
crosses, mats, ' etc. Boys and girls
alike are skillful la modeling with the
L Write plainly n erne side ef the
paper ealy aad avambes va pages,
a. Vs pea and lax, aot peaell
8. Bkers and related articles will
be gtvaa preference. Bo aot as vr
BOO wares,
4. Original stories ot letters oaly
will be used.
5. Writ your aame, age and ad
dress at toe top ef th first page,
first and second prises ef be ok
will be gives for th best two eom
tribntians to this page aoa weak.
Address all common! options to
cax&BBjEura betas tmxstt,
Oaxaaa Bee.
(First Prise.)
The Ragman's Dream
By Mabel Witt. Aged 13 Years, Bennington,
Neb. Blue Side.
A poor man . was walking along the
streets of Boston, carrying a bag of rags.
It was a warm day. Tired with his long
walk, he sat down to rest He had bought
many kinds of rags that -day, but as he
looked In the bag the red, blue, whit and
black rags had all reported themselves
and were talking about their value. - The
red and blue rsgs said they were more
valuable, because they were found In the
Th blaok rags said they were of the
most value, because that comforts sor
row, while' the white rags said they were
In th flag, they had noticed that the man
had paid more for them than th others.
The man laughed as he heard the silly
quarrel and said:, "You will all be
ground, soaked, boiled and prexsed and
run between rollers until you won't know
which ot you are red, white or blue. Some
of you will go Into families. But as rags
you would be allowed to remain on the
floor In the attic." He gave the bag a
shake and mixed all up egaln. He waa
horses. Not that they cared particularly
for Bounder and Plunger, for any gocd
straight sticks would prove as good horses
as they, but because they knew their steeds
were tethered right at the end of th road
leading from town, and they were anxious
to reach their home again. Somehow, they
had lost their bearings, and did not know
which way to go. - They had traveled for a
long, long time, and seemed to be getting
Into deeper woods all the while, and now
they were thirsty, hungry, tired and badly
frightened. Suppose a bear really should
come Into sight Paul declared that the
proper thing would be to climb a tree
mailer around than a bear's body, for
then th bear could not climb after you.
Pater thought it would be a good thing to
build a circle of small flrea, and get Into
th oenter ef the burning circle should a
bear or an elephant or a giraffe appear.
At any rate, th twin wer loat and
frightened, and wondered what was to be
come of them.
And Juat as Peter waa on th point of
tears, and Paul's vole was quivering, they
heard a sound coming up the hillside. It
sounded suarrtcloualy like a human voice,
and It said "Hollo! Hello-o-ot"
"It's a man!" whispered Paul, fear seis
ing him. "What If It's a wild Indian?
Vgh! Let's hide."
"It may be a wizard!" whispered Peter.
"Yes, let's hide." Then they looked about
for a hiding plaos, secure from the eyes
and nose of th being, who. Judging from
sound, was approaching.
"Hello-o-o-o! Hello-o-o-o!" again came
ths cry. Peter and Paul dropped their
guns, clasped hands, and togthr crouched
peculiar clay-like soil, the gumbo.
They fashion wonderfully reallstlo
birds and animals, making bucking
bronchos, with cowboy riders; buffalo,
coyotes, range cattle, etc., in which
action Is striking.
Spring means rain storms, which
leave puddles of water where boats
may be filled.
Spring is the' time tor the girls to
take their odd little rag dolls out of
doors to the cunning wee tapers In
the shade of the heuse. Most delicious
mud, viands are prepared and Imag
inary meals served.
The boys run races and play horse,
the horses dancing and prancing,
shaking their heads and running
away, 'as prairie horses do.
Kites "come in" again, made by the
boys. Their kltes'are covered on both
sides, an opening being madu in one
aide, which admits the wind, so that
tho kite really Is somewhat like a bag.
Their tops, too, are home-made and
are handled differently from the way
in which our white boys handle theirs.
The Indian boy, with a good little
whip, keeps his top in motion for a
long time. They have their own pe
culiar sllng-shots. These are similar
to those of the white boys, but the
Indian boy whirls his round' and round
with one hand, then lets go and the
pebble shoots afar. On the hillside
the smaller children like to hunt for
pebble cows and horses, the mottled
stones always representing the cows,
while the horses must be larger.
In the evenlng-s between supper and
bed time, occur the foot races, which
the boys like. Moccasins are best to
run In and the boy who happens to
have none orders his mother to make
a pair at once.
Bach season brings Its rounds of
amusements, but in the Indian land
spring is as welcome as to the rest
of the world.
Just going to buy some more rags when
he awoke and found it all a dream.
(Second Prise.)
The Proverb
By Verna Klrschbaum, Aged 12 Years, 611
Bouth Twenty-fourth Street, Omaha.
Blue Bide.
Harriot Stanford was looking over a book
of proverbs when suddenly she stopped.
"Time Is money," she read, "what a
queer proverb."
But as the clock just struck t she put
a ay her book and started out for a walk.
She passed by a big red building and
then said, "That's where the orphans live.
I wish I could help them, but we have no
money to spare."
But then she seemed to see the words,
"Time is money," before her eyes.
"I could get up a club and sew things
for the orphans," she said, "and I believe
I'll ask the girls what they think about It."
She did so, and as the girls agreed the
club was soon started.
They agreed to have no meetings" dur
ing the summer, but by that time they had
finished many things.
When the matron of the orphanage re
ceived the things she said: "There are
many proverbs, my dear, and I hope that
all of them will put to such good use."
When Harriet went to bed that night
she felt very happy. Everywhere she went
she seemed to hear the proverb, and even
the trees, as they nodded, seemed to say,
"Time is money."
(Honorable Mention.)
Helen's Spite
By Rena Nail Mead, Queen Bee, Aged
13 Years, Blair, Neb. Blue Side.
The girls had a aurprlse party on Grace
the other night. "Edith got it up!" burst
out angry little Helen to her mother,
when she came home from school one
evening, 'and they never asked me at all,
but then. Ill splto them for It." Her
behind a fallen tree. Then, discovering thatfpon my word! crawled Into a tree like
the huge tree trunk - was hollow, they a rabbit!" And the next Instant Peter was
crawled into it It was cloee and smelly pulled by main force nto daylight, and
In there, and several buga frightful, scarry there, laughing at him till the tears trick
things! crawled over them. But better led down his cheeks, stood his Unci Tom,
bugs than an Indian, or a real wizard, or and beside him, In open mouthed wonder,
worse still, maybe a pirate!"
"Hello-o-o! Klda, w-h-e-r-e a-r-e you?
The voice was nearer and nearer, and re
sounded in the hollow tree, whore lay
trembling Peter and Paul. "It sounds Just
like I'ncle Tom's voice," whispered Peter.
"Yes, It does," replied Paul In a whisper.
"But It's some old wizard or witch trying
to catch us by calling out in a voice that
sounds like some one we know. It's what
people call deception, you know."
"Yes," whispered Peter. Then both lay sters, why did you come here without first
as quiet as they could, for they feared asking you mother's consent? And. cora
thelr trembling would shake the log and ing, why did you lilde?"
attract attention to thlr hiding pluee.
"Well, where do you suppose those ter-
rible twins could have gone to?" asked a
familiar voice, coming from some one
within a few feet ef the tree trunk. "Mrs,
Jones said she saw them coming toward
Old Witch thla mornlrg. riding their tkk
horsea And we've found their stick horses
tied to a tree half a mile down the hill
side. It's like the little scamrs to get lost
in this woods."
''Yes, they'ra already lost, I'll be bound,"
said another voice, also familiar.
"The other one ta'ks like Uncle Tom's you'll hav your plcnlo In bed In a dark
Fred Smith," whispered Peter. "Wonder room, without a usual picnic spread. Corns;
If it really could be" one, two, march!" And Peter and Paul,
But he didn't finish hia question, for at declaring under their breath that they'd
the moment a hand caught hold ot hla never run away again, followed their Jolly
foot and a voice cried out: "Why, here's uncle, who led them out of th wilder
on of th rascals! I've got hi foot! Well, , net
mother went on about her work, bestow
ing no sympathy, thinking It would be best
to let Helen learn her own lesson.
When she got to school the next morn
ing all the girls called out: "Helen have
yoJ got your problems, let's compare?"
"No, I haven't," snapped Helen. Sha
parsed by without another word and went
"Why, what have w done to her? When
have w offended her?" asked th girls of
each other. "Oh. I know what's th mat
ter," exclaimed Edith. "You girls forgot
to Invite her to your party last night."
"That's right, we forgot all about Helen."
"Well, th best we can do Is to be real
friendly towards her." But Helen would
have her spite out and was not willing to
make up right away.
In at out a week one d-the girls went
to her and begged her to be their friend
Oh! What a miserable week It had been
and Helen was quite willing to make up.
She was sorry now that she had been so
spiteful. She always told her little sister
the story and at the close she would say,
"Now Jenny this Is the moral: Never cut
off your nose to spite your face."
Fred's Prize
By Martha Noble. Aged 11 Years, 86C6 Haw
thorne Avenue (Uemls Park), Omaha,
Bluo Side.
There was great commotion In the little
country school house for a prize waa to be
given to the one who real the best.
Of course Ralph Simerson thought he
would get it since his father was the rich
eat of all the fathers of the boys tu th
He didn't think the reading mattered
much. But the teacher and the superin
tendent did. r.alph's father waa i proud,
selfish man, hla mother was a sick, pale,
nervous woman.
But there was one poor boy nam?d Fied
Smith, who -vas pjar but honest,- ei.d
who won the tftacher's favor verv rapidly.
He worked very bird for the prise, but
had no hope f wlming it.
The teacher' watolied Mm and rmiltd
faintly, for .ie knew who would ret It.
When tho exciting day came, l'.-ed had
no new Juit to weer liki Ralrh. but re
was more certain ot Ms work.
The super.iteii'lent came tout flflten
minutes before two in the afternoon w.'th
the prize. lSvery one wandered what it
was and wno would get it.
He called irjon each one ti read. When
he came to llalph ho1 failed utterly. Next
was Fred's urn. A.I eves were turned
toward him. He rend with a v jfee which
was pretty shal.y.
There were Just five more to read and
then the prize was to be given out. "Fred
Smith receives the i-risi," celled out the
superintendent He handed It to Tied,
who went home with a ha pry heart, you
may be sure.
The Sunflower
By Ruth Klrschsteln, Aged 10 Years, 8601
Orand Avenue, Omaha. Red Bide.
Once there was a little fairy tliat lived
In the bottom of a big river. Bhe had her
cave far down in the water, but she had
a chariot to drive around her .realm, for
you must know that she was a ruler over
the fairies. Her chariot was a beautiful
pink shell, and her horses were a fish and
a lobster. One time as she was driving
around she fell fast asleep. Her horses
kept on going up, up, up, until they
reached the surface of the water. The lit
tle fairy started from her sleep, for the
shell waa stuck tight to the waving grass,
and when she saw the glorious sun, the
green trees and some little boys fishing,
she wondered If she were still asleep. But
the thing that caught her fancy most was
the Bun. She stayed there all day, turn
ing only when the sun set and rose. She
stayed there one week, and finally people
saw instead of a lovely little fairy a beau
tiful "sunflower." Its green stalk and
leaves were the fairy's green dress, the
petals to the flower were the fairy's sunny
tresses, and th brown center ot the flower
was the fairy's dark eyes. Thus this sim
ple story tells us only how we came to got
the sunflower. When we see a sunflower
let us think that a long time ago It was a
water fairy.
Lead, Kindly Light -.
By Rena N. Mead, Queen Bee, Aged 13
Years, Blair, Neb. Blue bide.
The girls had organized a Olee club. They
met once a weak to practice their pieces.
All were assembled in Evangeline's room
one Saturday evening. Little thought thay
how much good they were doing as they
Lead kindly light, amid th' encircling
Lead thou me on.
The night is dark and I am far from home.
Lea a thou me on!
Thla waa th sweet refrain that floated
out of the window as a man passed along
on his homeward way. He nad been to the
saloon and was reeling about when the
sweet refrain fell on his ears. It made
him sober up and think of home, his wife,
and his little girl so dear to him Just now.
He never before seemed to realise how poor
his home really was and how different It
was Fred Smith.
"Where's Paul?" asked Uncle Tom, as
soon as he could find his voice, for Peter's
aaiiect had been so comical.
"In there, too." And Peter pointed Into
the hollow of the tree. But. as he spoke,
Paul began to muke his exit, coming out
feet foremost, and In a most ungraceful
manner, his coat turned up over his ears
and his face red from exertion and em
barrassment. As soon as Undo Tom
could get hmi right end up and could con
trol his laughter he asked: "Now, young-
Peter and Paul stammered their excuses
as best th.-y could, ending by saying they
had houvd to find a bear to carry home.
rsut that they would be very glad to go
home with Uncle Tom and Mr. Fred, even
'hough they hadn't shot anything.
"Well, my little runaways, your mother
u very much ir's'tened about you. and
we vc been sent to fetch you. But the
minute you get home you'll be put to bed
without dinner or supper, for you'H have
to pay the penalty for your naughtlnesa.
Your mother waa planning to take you to
the woods for a picnic today, but now
must seem to his wife from her happy
childhood days. He started for horns re
solved never again to enter the saloon. He
would try to make her life happy It they
were not rich. He saw the little candle In
the window walltlng as usual to lead him
home. He thought again of the sweet re
frain. It was the Uttlo candle that led
first, then hi wife and child. Now he is
leading her and his daughter and all be
cause of the CUrls' Olee club.
The Mountain Princess
By Helen Cross, Aged 11 Years, 213 Front
Street, North Platte, Neb. Blue Side.
There was once a princess who lived in
a castle on the top of a mountain and it
was said that the young man who would
bring her the most beautiful flowers would
havo her hand In marriage.
Ther was a king who lived near by and
he had two sons, the oldest seemed to be
very very bright, but the younger was
a simple, little fellow. The king heard of
the princess arid made up his mind to
have his oldest son try his luck, so he
furnished him with beautiful flowers, a
horse, wine, and a few rich cakes and
started him on his Journey. The younger
son had heard of this princess also, and
he went to ask hla father, but the father
refused to furnish him with a hors so
that h would be able to go. But the boy
went to the barn and got an old mule
and drew some sour beer and started on
his Journey.
The eldest son rode along away up the
mountain when he met an old man who
asked htm for some of his wine, and
cakes, but the young man refused him and
he rode until he came to the door of the
castlo where he was allowed to be shown
to the princess, but Just as he was in front
of the throne the flowers became common
sunflowers and the princess laughed at
him and he returned home heart-broken.
The younger son had also met the old
man and he told him he had only sour
beer, but he would share It gladly. The
old roan drank It and wished th boy
good luck. Th boy had been gathering
wild flower as those were the only onee
ho could get. He was shown Into the prin
cess' presence and when be reached the
throne his flowers turned Into th most
beautiful flowers and the prlnoess ex
claimed, "Oh, what beautiful flowers!"
The princess liked the man and they were
married. '
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Ruth's Lesson
By Mildred Whitehead, Aged ID Years.
Mitchell, Neb. Blue Side.
Ruth was 10, and a very large girl for
her size. Bhe had been cutting out paper
dolls and when she was through her mother
told her to pick up the scraps.
"As soon as I am through with this
story," said Ruth. But when Ruth was
finished reading her book she took an
other, but as soon as she was about half
way through she heard a knock at the
door. She opened It and there was one
ot her friends. She wanted' Ruth, to go
out riding. "I will ask my mamma," said
Ruth. But Ruth's mother would not let
Ruth go until she had picked up the scraps,
so Ruth's friend got someone else. Ruth's
motto was always obey your parents.
The Fairies' May Party
By Jeanette Thornton. Aged Years,
Oerlng, Neb. Blue Side.
The fairies were going to have a May
party. It was a very grand occasion, for
they were to choose a queen. They had
a throne covered with flowers and ribbons
for the queen; also some chairs, decorated
with flowers for the fairies. At a little
dlBt&nce there stood a May pole twined
with bright ribbons. It was a very pretty
scene. The fairies came at 8 o'clock.
First they danced around tho May pole.
Then they chose the queen, which was a
fairy named Lily. Then they played
games and had a merry time. Next they
crowned the queen and this Is the way
they did It: They choae two fairies and
the fairies took the crown and placed It
on th queen's head. Then the fairies
Joined hands and danced around the queen,
singing. Then each fairy told a story
or sang a song. Just as they finished a
gold carriage drove up and they all got
In and started for Fairyland.
Returning Good for Evil
By Marguerite Carpenter, S325 Cuming
Street,. Omaha. Blue Side.
"Please, sir, may I see my mother?"
sobbed a small boy of 10 at the under
taker's door. His mother was dead and
they had no money to bury her. So the
undertaker was going to bury her like a
pauper. His father well, his father was
nothing to him, for it was all of eight
years sine Uttl Joe's father had crossed
the threshold of his home.
And now that his mother was dead, what
had he in the world?
"Go away, you rascal," gruffly answered
the undertaker.
"Please, sir, Just once; you know she
is my mother and was everything to me,"
he said, choking between the words.
"What did I tell you?" thundered the
undertaker and he sent a kick at poor
Joe. Joe bravely pulled himself up. He
shook his fist and said:
"Walt till I'm a man; you'll pay for this."
Oh, mother! mother! And lie sank down
on the ground.
A gray-haired man sat in the court
room. Tho Judge said: "Is there no one
who will plead his cause?"
The man quailed under th words. Of
course everyone thought him guilty. But
up the aisle a well-dressed young man
came. "I suppose you. know me?" he In
quired. "No," replied the old man.
"I am the boy who eleven years ago
you would not let see his dead mother."
"I suppose now you have come for your
revenge?" he queatloned.
"No, I have come to help you out of
your trouble. You know what a wrong
you did me. but I feel anrry for you and
will help you. You know the Bible says,
'Return good for evil." "
Henry's Good Fortune
By Bertha Buffum. Aged 12 Years. Tecum
seli, Neb. i:iue Bide.
Henry Clay lived with his mother In the
little village of lAkevllIe. Ills fithi-r wa
dead and he had to snpiort his mothr.
lie was a ferry man. One r!ay ho cam to
his mother and said: "Mother, I have a
good Job as a sailor. I cm going o crura
the Atlantic ocean. I will ho gone two
years." The mother was oi.-y 'o be alone
all that time.
The next iiy Mrs. Clay nckod up
Heni-y's clothes, for he was o start at i
o'clock that afternoon. His mother bad
him goodlby and as ths ship left the
harbor the mother went back to her 111 tie
cottage feeling very lonely without her
only son. The next day a lady In black
knocked at her door. It was her tiater,
Mrs. Harmon, Bhe had come to stay with
ber while Henry was away. Henry arrived
In six days, be seat, a letter by, the first
steamer telling his mother he had arrive!
there all right and Mr. Sanderson, the
sailor, waa going to sail to Iceland In .
few days. Henry sent his mother half hla
wages, enough to support her till he gut
hla next month's.
Days, weeks, months and years circled
away till the two years were gone ar.d
It waa time for Henry to return homn,
Mrs. Clay and Mrs. Harmon were sitting
re wing when a young man knocked at ths
door, and ehe did not know him. He put
his arms around her and said: "Don
you know me, mother?" "My little son,"
she whispered onoe, "my little son and
now a nan." Henry had laid up hl
share of his wsges and had the sum ot
flv'e thousand dollars In the bank, and hi
and his mother and Mrs, Harmon lived
in happiness ever after.
The Bee
By Marguerite Riley, Aged t Years, SOU
Vinton Street, Omaha, Red 81 do.
The bee has long been a type of the In
dustrious worker but ther are few people
who know how much labor the sweet
hoard ef the hive represents. Each head of
clover contains a portion of sugar not ex
ceeding the COOth part of a grain. Ths
proboscis of the be must therefore b
Inserted Into 600 clover tubes before on
grain of sugar can be obtained. There art
7,000 grains In a pound, and, as honey
contains three-fourths of its weight ol
dry sugar each pound of honey represents
2,500,000 clover tube sucked by bees.
Augusta's Kind Deed
By Mary Elisabeth Hamilton, Aged It
Years, Omaha. Blue Side.
Augusta was tho only child of a very
rich family, but she was not spoiled or sel
fish like some rich children are. Next doot
to her lived a family of very poor chil
dren. The next day was going to b her
birthday and she would be S years old.
Bhe asked her mother If she might have
the children that lived next door over tj
supper, her mother said, "Yes." Tin
mother of the children said that one ot
them could wear her hat and best dress,
but they all wanted too, so she made then
go Just as they were.
They did not have very nice table mart
ners, but nobody oared. They all had t
very nice time.
How I Spent My Vacation
By Ella Schulz, Aged 10 Years, 1009 HenrV
etta Avenue. East 8t Louis, IU.
Red Side.
One day In June I got a letter from tin
country saying that I should pack my
valise as soon as school was out and
come and spend the summer. I was very
anxious to go and could hardly watt until
school was out I had only on week to
wait but It seemed like a month. But by
and by the school exercises were over and
ths next morning I should start for ths
I woke at B o'clock, for the train left al
7:50. I ate my breakfast at 6:15 and then
started for the station. The train was
late. Sooa we heard the whistle and wo
all got on the train, which Included my
two alsters and myself.
At last we reached the small town and
found, my aunt and uncle and my littU
cousin waiting for us.
That evening we went to bed very early
for we were tired of riding en the train
all day. The next morning w got up very
early and went out with my little cousin
to see the horses. There were two llttis
ponies and we each rode on one. All al
one mine turned a curve and I tumbled
off. I happened to tali In th grass and
did not get hurt
The next day we went on a squirrel hunt
and we got two squirrels and a rabbit
Tho other day were spent in happlnesi
also. We stayed for two weeks and
thought we had had the best time we ever
had. And thought th next summer w
would like to go again.
Two Girb
By Mildred Johnson, Aged 13 Years, Wa,
hoo, Neb. Blue Side.
There were two Uttlo girls, whose name
were Bvelyn Thornton and Marian Rich
mond. Marian had everything she wanted,
but Bvelyn had to earn money. Bo, one
day their teacher at school said: 'Tn a
month I am going to hav a prize given to
the girl who has earned and' saved th
Bo, as they wer going home Marian
said to Evelyn: "It Is no use for you to
try, because I can get my papa to give
me some money."
"Oh." said Bvelyn, "would you do thatl
I wouldn't. That would be deceitful. Bb
said for us to earn some."
"Oh, well, I don't care," said Marian
In a few days Evelyn was working verj
hard and had 112, whll Marian didn't havt
At last the time cam when th prise
were to be given out.
Marian's papa had given her $200, whlk
Marian only had 112,
At last they said that Marion had thi
prize, and she got a pretty diamond ring
and after she got It she said she didn't
want It end she told the whole story.
Evelyn got the prize and she Is no
working In a millinery store and gettlns,
$100 a month, while Marian Isn't dolnj
By Margaret Langdon, Aged 10, Gretna,
Neb.. Red Sid.
"O, gee." su4d Edith, "I can't wak
mamma up, so be content at home, girls.
I waa going to see Winnifred and How
ard." "Why can't you wake her up?" said KaU
Jenkins. "Because she said not to," re
plied Edith.
"O, we don't care, we're going on," said
Very soon they were playing and having s
good time. Meantime Mrs. Balry woke up.
and Edith was going over. Soon shs heard
screams and yelling. Playing In th barn
they set It on fire. Kxilth was glad to stay
home. At school next day they said sh
was wise.
Moral: It ts best to obey.
By May Bertrh. Aged 12 Years, MT7 South
Twenty-fourth St., Omaha. Red Bid.
Round aa an apple, blark as a bear. If
you don't ruens that I will pull your hair.
Answer. Stove lid.
Why do slrls look at the moon. Answer.
Because there Is a man In it
What was the name of our president
seventeen years ago? Taft la th answer. I
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Hpeii nu;e one wiin inns lecrers. An
swer. ruii.
What three letters would turn a gtrl Into
a lady? Anawer. Age.
Why doe a rabbit go erver tstS, An
swer. He can't go through It. , , j

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