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The Busy Bees Their Own Page THE OMAHA SrXDAV REK: APRIL CO, 1017 M' ' AY basket day is almost upon alded here since the busy bees have been working after school and on Saturday's (or several weeks on the pretty baskets which they are planning to fill with flowers and candy and hang on the door knobs of their little friends the first of the month. One little girl has fifteen lovely ones ready for May day and if she cannot find enough flowers to fill them all she is going to put candy hearts in them. Like numerous other customs we have inherited this one from our Eu ropean cousins, who, ever since the middle ages, have ushered in the first day of May with some form of merriment. Whether it sprung originally from a Roman festival or merely from the spontaneous joy of people over the arrival of spring camiot be told. English boys and girls among the peasant classes arise before dawn on the first morning of May and go to the woods to gather wild flowers and branches having foliage, with which they adorn the doors and windows of the houses and the May pole. Then the day is spent dancing around the May pole and crowning the most beautiful maiden in the village queen of the May. In Germany they choose the wittiest and handsomest youth for the rount of the May and imitate in a carnival given in the streets the life oi ttic court. Danish children celebrate by having a sun dance at sun rise. The new Busy Bee queen and king will be annouced next Sunday, so those of you who have not sent in your votes please do so at once. Write r.s what you are doing these spring days to have a good lime or to be useful. Perhaps your suggestion may inspire other Busy Bee readers to write to our page. Do any of you take hikes after school? Tell us what you see on your walks, and if you do not as a rule sec anything interesting, cultivate the art of seeing. One may see only a bleak hill and a meadow by the road side, while another, while talking of his delightful ramble, will tell of the birds, the different kinds of trees, the people with interesting countenances and the glorious sunset he has seen. Whatever your impressions are, write them to us. We are all so different and want to learn new ideas from the Busy Bee family. The prize this week was won by Alvcna Engcl of the Blue side. Helen Crabb of the Red and Grace Moore of the Blue side won honorable mention. tori& (Prize Story.) "Liberty Bell Bird Club." By Alvena Engel, Aged 14 Years. Me Clelland, la. Blue Side. I will tell you about our club. It is called "The Liberty Bell Bird Club." There were twenty-two members and we meet every Friday afternoon. 1 am president; Irene Steffen. vice pres ident; Albert Ernst, secretary, and Roy Ernst, treasurer. The object of the club is to protect the little feath ered songsters. We kept track of all the first birds we caw in spring. This spring I have seen robins, meadow larks, bluebirds, warblers, crows and a little bird, whose name I did not know. It is a kind of gray color with darker wings and a tiny little bill. 1 did not get a very good look at it. so I do not know if this is the exact description. I think the birds are far to pretty to kill, don't you? - The club button has a hell and a bluebird on it. I think it is' a pretty badge, '; We also made .bird houses last . spring for prizes. I w'qn. .first prize. . a box of candy. My- nous was all ; trimmed and covered with bark. 1. should like very, much to have some of the Busy Bees write to me. , I will gladly answer their letters or cards. - - (Honorable Mention.) May. By Grace L. Moore, Silver Creek, Xeb. Blue Side. May is just a little way beyond. I am looking forward to the apple trees, with their blossoms all white and pnik, crowned with chattering, busy birds. I feci the thrill of expectancy even now as I. look to barren branches, for I. know that they but sleep, awaiting the touch of the south wind. It is true in the spring that the whiff of freshly turned furrows, the sweet grass faintly green all about, the violet venturing the first bit of blossoms of -blue above the earth, make these dream days. It is a wonderful month, one I shall not fail to live as broadly and richly as I can. The bird homes must be up, for the martins will be here soon and pass us by if there is no place prepared for them. And if. you like the cheery notes of the bluebird bore a hole in a post on the top and maybe this fav orite early comer will make a home near you. It is such fun to watch the new things push up to daylight now. The tulips and daffodils and jonquils arc braving it. Buds are swelling and rows of new things in the garden, such as lettuce, potatoes, beets, rad ishes, onions, salsify, parsnips and a few peas we put in the earth March 30. (Honorable Mention.) A True Helper. By Helen Crabb, Aged 10 Years. Omaha, Neb. Red Side. The life of a real true Busv Bee is iseful and helpful or else ail we learn Torn our stories in the Busy Bee page in d from our parents is wasted. We should he iust as proud of the feeds of the Busy iiecs as the Boy icouts are of theirs, and they arc proud indeed. Let us all try to help at home as much as we can. Jfy sister, brother and I try lo help. We do as much in the house as we can, and help papa make garden and take care of the lawn. Making garden is great fun. The beds are. all prepared :.nd then the planting comes. It seems strange that i vegetable will grow from a little aard seed. Papa said that great deeds ofkirld aess and goodness often begin from ieeds and words that seem even imaller than tbctinicst seed. Cat Loses Life. By William Tuma, Aged 10 Y'ears, Elba. Neb.. Box 74, Red Side. I Jini a big cat, but I can remem ber when I was a small kitten. When I was lying in a box s. boy came and took me into the house. He fed me some milk and one day I found a bucket, in which was some milk. I felt so hungry when I saw the milk that I licked it all up. Then the cook saw me and the first thing she could pick up was a broom, and she threw it after me. It hit me on the back and gave ne such a pain that I could hardly Ivalk. I crawled under the porch and tere I heard the cook say, "Y'ou old us, although it need scarcely he her By Litfcl Fdks Rules for Young Writers 1. Write plainly on one side at the paper only and number the pngea. 2. Cite pen and Ink, not pencil. S. Short and pointed articles will be g-lven preference. Do not use over 350 word. 4. Original ttortee or letters only will bo used. 0. Write your name, age and address at the lop of the first page. A prise book will be given each week for the nest contribution. Address all communications to Chil dren's Department, Omaha Bee Omaha, Neb. cat, you will see when you crawl out. You won't get anything to eat for a week." The next day I felt so hungry that i I had to go and hunt food for my- self. While I was-in the barn a cruel horse kicked me and then a moment later a boy found me. lying half dead. He Told the cook and she fainted, for .she loved me. - . I am half dead and hope I will die soon. : , J hope I will go to .the war zone, r The Little Snowbird. By Henry Tuma. Aged 7 Years, Box 74, Elba.. Neb., Red Side. One day as I was going home from school I found a little snowbird. He had a broken wing, so I took him home with me. As soon as I reached home I fed him some crumbs, then I put him in a box, where I left him overnight. In the morning I fed him again, and I did not go to school until the next day. When I was in school my little brother, Charlie, and sister, Lillian, took him out of the box and wanted to play with him, so they let him fly about the room. As they trie.1 to catch him they killed him, and when I came home I found the little birdie dead. I could not bury him. because the ground was frozen, and I had to wait until the next day, when the ground had melted a little. The "Wait a Minute Boy." By Augusta Stephens, 4311 South Twenty-sixth Street, South Side. Omaha. Blue Side. I am going to write another story to you. fine time there was a little boy who w-as very rich and used lo having his own way. His mother was kind in her riches. She went away to spend two weeks with her sick friend and left him and the nurse alone. His mother came .home unexpect edly on account of her friend's rapid recovery. She came in the front door and hid in the closet in order to run out on him when he came. John (which was his name) was out in the back yard. The nurse called: "Come in now, Johnny." lie answered: "Wait a minute." A few minutes later she, "Conic in. j Johnny," but still he replied, "Wait , a minute." ! She called him a couple of more 1 times, but he always said, "Wait a : minute." His mother heard the nurse and went out and called him. She talked to him and he was glad. His mother said: ' Johnny, it everybody said wait a minule.' nobody would ever get any thing done." Johnny held his head in shame, but thought he would never do it again. The Cow's Accident. Bv Gladys Pearce, Aged II Years, Arnold, Neb., R. 1. Blue Side. One day the cow fell in an old cis tern when papa was at the neighbors helping shell corn. Mamma received word that his mother was sick and sent for him. When papa came home he heard the cow bawl and knew that she was in the cistenj by the sound. The cistern was near a bank. Thcv dug at the lower side and tried to get the cow to climb out. She tried once, but after one attempt she laid down. They had to put a log chain around her neck and pull her out with a horse. The True American. By Agnes Kelly. Aged 12 Y'ears, North Bend, Neb. Blue Side. He believes in liberty, but with a fine regard for the liberties of others. He believes in5 laws for the mutual benefit of all his people. He believes in humanity, but will fight, if neces sary, to maintain the humane prin- COMING YOUNG VIOLIN VIRTUOSO. (i r r-S SJJJO MURIEL THOMAS Muriel Thomas, aged 10, comes to Omaha each week from Randolph, la.t to take her violin lesson. She is the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. D. W. Thomas. Muriel is a violinist of un usual talent, possessing wonderful technique and surety of tone for one so young. At a recent contest in Des Moines Muriel won first ho-ior.s and received flattering press comments on her work. She will be heard in re cital here in the near future. ciples by which he would live and let others live. He believes in the destiny of his country to become a great world power, by reason of her high ideals, her broad reason and her unswerving ense of right. rie believes in American people folk of many lands united in one com mon brotherhood and owing loyalty to but one flag the Stars and Stripes. The Eagle, Symbol of Liberty Why the Great American Bird Came to Be Adopted as the Emblem of Our Republic i; By GARRETT P. SERVISS. There are two animals which are natural kings, according to human es timationthe lion among the quad rupeds and the eagle among the birds. These two stand apart from all oth ers, on a level which belongs only to them. They owe their distinction to the majesty of their looks and bearing. They seem always to have imposed upon the human imagina tion, for from the beginning of his tory they have been foremost among the heraldic emblems of states and nations. The British Lion; the Amer ican Eaglel Truly, as a national em blem, the eagle seems the nobler of the two. Its empire is broader, for it inhabits every continent. It sat bv the side of Zeus on Olympus. "He clasps the crag with hooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ring'd by tlu azure woi'd, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath hint - crawls, He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls." There are two principal species of eades the aolden. or mountain ! eagle, and the sea, or white-headed 1 (bald-headed) eagle. The latter was I adopted for the emblem of the United Statei m 1785. the golden eagle often attains three feet in length, with a spread of wings reaching seven feet. The bald-headed eagle is about the same size. Both have the curved beak, the steady eye, the dignified bearing, the heavy neck, the powerful legs and claws, and the great deliberately mov ing wings which characterize their race, as the lion is characterized by his mane-crowned head and his mighty chest and limbs. Even the sea eagle loves to build his nest and make his home on lofty trees, or high on some towering crag or rock or beetling precipice, while the name of the mountain eagle indicates his chosen dwelling place. The eyre of the eagle is as universal a symbol in human speech as .the great bird it self. Tell a general "You have the eye of an eagle," and he will understand that you have compressed a bookful of praise into a sentence: say to the own er of some castellated dwelling "Y'ou have built an eagle's nest!" and his look will show that no other phrase could have flattered so much. To be accurate it is necessary to say that the sea eagle of the British Isles is not exactly the same as the Amer ican white-headed or bald-headed eagle, but they are both fish-eaters and prefer the neighborhood of the sea or of lakes and large rivers. So. too. the mountain eagle differs in spe cific traits in different countries, hut these differences are for naturalists an eagle would recognize an eagle wherever they met, just as a man knows his kind under all disguises of color and haircut. All eagles, whether they live near the coast or the mountains, love lambs. The sea eagle turns from fish to chops whenever he gets the chance. Rut this is, perhaps, the only serious indictment that can be brought against the eagle in a human court. The stories of eagles carrying off ba bies are probably all apochryphal, al though there is no doubt that the big bird has the strength to perform such a feat, and, under sufficient provoca- He believes in their gre.il hearts, their open hands and their quick sym pathies for those in need. He pledges his support to those lead ers, chosen by the American people who arc endeavoring to solve great problems with wisdom and foresight tor the ultimate benefit of all nations. He counts politics, creeds, ancestors as nothing beside the fact that hi is an American and is proud of it, too. The Frightened Camp Girls. By Helen Strong. Aged HI Years, Stromsburg, Xeh. Blue Side. lr was in the month of May when a party of girls went camping. On the second night they heard a rustle in the underbrush just below their camp. The girls got their rifles and. look ing out, saw some eyes peering at them out of the darkness. One of the girls said. "We must light the lantern to see what it is." So the youngest went after it and the rest of the girls went to find the matches. They looked for a match, but suddenly a girl found one in her pocket. They lit the lantern and went out, one of the girls screaming and faint ing, the others looking -anxiously at what was before them. All but one who shot struggled to get in the camp. Something fell for ward and a shout of' joy was heard, for she had shot a bear. The girls went home the next day telling of their experience in camp. Our Car Ride. By Alice Schwantje, Columbus, Neb., Route 2, Box 8.1, Blue Side. The man who threshed for us last summer had an old Ford. He left it at our house; for he had to take the threshing machine home. My broth er brought it from the field and put it in our shed. It remained there for several days. On Saturday we decided to take a ride in it. My brother could not get it started at first. When it did start, it stopped again, .but he toon auc ceeded in getting it'started. There were six of us who went In the car. We went about a mile from home and then turned around. In turning around the car stopped ind we alt started to walk home except l :'P4 111 Photo Copyright, 1917, by Glenn Palmer. This photograph of the nest of an American eagle was taken near Camp f-'-ogardus. fifteen miles south of Mackinac; Mich., by a member of the engi neering camp of the I'nivcrsity of Michigan. The nest, built on the top of a pine snag, sixty feet from the ground, measures eleven feet across. Several summers ago the engineering students, who have their ramp on the shore of 1 akc Douglas, braced the eagle snag with guy wires, as it was in danger of falling in the high winds. The eagles have been using the nest almost every summer in the memory of the oldest residents. tion of hunger, he might have the will also. On the other hand, the eagle is an enemy of hawks and other terrors of ing my brother, who was trying lo get it started. After we hat! walked quite a dis tance we saw him coming. When he caught up with us he told us to hurry and put my two little sisters in it, and as I had a sore foot and had only one shoe on, he told me to get in, too. Before we were in it it stopped again, but this time it stopped never to start again. We walked the rest of the way, having to rest once in a while, for my little sister got tired. When we reached home mamma asked what had happened. We told her and she said that was what we got for taking someone else's car. My brother walked home and he took our car and with my sister went to get the other one. He did not know what the matter was with it and paid no further attention to it until the next day, when we found that the gasoline lank was empty. We all had a laugh over the joke and hope not to have a ride like that again. The Tale of the Gold Fish, by Leola Matthews. Aged 12 Years, 2045 N. 18th St., Omaha, Red Side. This is the first time I have writ ten and I hope to see this in print. A long lime ago there litcd a fam ily of fish who could fly. One day i.s King Rudolf of No Man's Island was counting his gold these lish Hew into the room and took it away. Then they flew in the water and went home. Down, down, they went. The gold began to melt when they had been in their home about an hour, and they were all gold. That's how the gold fish became gold. Easter Day. By T.ucile Frances Tuma, Aged 12 Years, Box 74, Elba, Neb. Red Side. The day before Easter I colored ten eggs. Then I put them in nests. In the morning I told the youngsters to go and see if the rabbits had laid any eggs. They all ran out to see and they hunted all over and soon came into the house bringing them in a little basket. Then we colored some more eggs, and that day mamma and papa went out to visit, as James, William and I the barnyard, and a tame rayle might he an rlhiicnt guardian against ma rauders of that kind. lie will eat jack rabbits, and that should recommend " "ew Qilthdaiook Six Years Old Tomorrow (April 30) : . Clay, Robert M Central Park Coren, Henry L Cass Eastman, John Webster Turner, Louise Druid Hill Seven Yeara Old Tomorrow: Armstrong, Margaret. . Miller Park Miller, Gordon Miller Park Omstead, Ortrude Saratoga Salmon, Katherine. .. .Brown Park Eight Years Old Tomorrow: Hgermier, Anna. Edward Rosewater reterman, Charles Kellom Nine Yeara Old Tomorrow: Allen, Elizabeth Kellom Barrett, Edwin Madison ( ooksey, Frances Farnam Evans, George . . Howard Kennedy Jacobsen, Otto Jens. .. .Miller Tark Johnston, Marion E... .Druid Hill Macaitis, lenmc West Side Magee, Marshall Columbian Oclke, Mary Lothrrjp Rae, lU-ulah Train Reeves, Olive L Druid Hill Strieker, Vincent ....Walnut Hill Wosik, Edmond St. Francis had to stay home to watch the incu bator. We played games and rode on bi cycles. Ranger is the name of mine and William's, and Brown is the name of James' bicycle. At night we played on the graphophone. I am glad Florence Seward la tht queen of the Busy Bees. I love to read the Busy Bee's page. Caught in a Trap. Rv Katherine Jensen, Aged 13. Valley, "Neb.. R. F. D. No. 2. Blue Side. 1 think most of you Busy Bees think I am dead or gone. Well, I had the scarlet fever, but I had a light case. None of my sisters or brothers had it until we had started to school again. We had to be shut in again. Two weeks later papa had a run away and broke his leg. We children hini lo farmers and gardeners. That eagles can be trained to hunt like lalrons is proved by the fact that the Kirghiz 1 artars use them to capture loxcs, wolves and antelopes. 'I hey put a hood over the huge bird's eyes, and carry it on a perch supported by I w o men on horseback. When the intended prey is sighted they unhood die eagle and send it m pursuit, ihese hunting eagles arc said to be very highly prized by the Tartars, and nnc i.f them is worth as much as two camel-. uliures and buzards are related lo the eagle, hut they belong to a nt sub-fannlv, and the true eagle would not associate with tliem. He inav not he as noble as he looks, hut he would not be guilty of their deeds at least not openly. As we have already intimated, it is public behavior, dignified and ma jestic carnage before the eyes of the world, that has given the eagle his prestige: and this, no doubt to gether with the fact that he was found maintaining his state among tin- featcred inhabitants of the At- intic mast ami owning a high de gree nt respect from the Indians led lo the ottn-ial adoption ot the bald eagle as ' the bud of freedom" and the emblem of the great republic. He is a rare bird now, keeping far from human habitations, traversing the sky, when he changes his place, at a great altitude, swiftly yet with slow, unhurried undulations of the broad wings. And, while he may have liltle reason lo ftar a shot, only a brutal or very thoughtless man would tire at him. The eagle's nest is usually placed high in a great tree or on steep rocks, and consists ot a mass of sticks, in the midsi of which is a grass-lined pocket for the two, three or four eggs. had to do the chores until we got a hired man. We liked to do the chores at first, but we didn't like them all the time. I haven't much to write, but only wanted to let you know that I am well. I think what helped pass soma of my time away was when Monday came with the Busy Bee page full of stories. I liked the funny page, too. I hope you are well, too. So, good bye. An Unexpected Bath. By Alma VanBuren, Aged 12 Years, 121 West Twenty-seventh Street, Kearney, Neb. Blue Side, One bright day last summer when the violets were in bloom two of my cousins, Esther and Gertrude, my sis ter, Evelyn, and I went out to pick violets. We were picking violets along the creek when Esther exclaimed. "Oh, there is a long grapevine. We can swing on itP "We can swing over the water," I suggested. But at first we were afraid to. We became braver and swung a little ways over the water. "I am going to awing clear out over," I shouted. "Watch Alma," said Gertrude. I gave a jump and swung over the water, but, alas, just as I got in the middle of the creek the vine broke and I fell in the water, I scrambled to the bank and got out, I had to put on aome of Esther's clothes (as she lived near there) to go home in. I have not swung on a grape vine since. Studious Busy Bee. By Viola Beierle, Aged 11 Years, Da vid City, Neb., Red Side. This is the first time I have written to the Busy Bee. I always read the stories, and enjoy them very much. I go to school every day and like my teacher very well. Her name is Miss Miller. I am in the fifth grade. In my last month's examination I got 100 per cent in spelling, geography and grammar, hut in arithmetic I got ninety-seven. 1 think that is a good grade. I hope to sec my letter in print. A Fishing Trip. By Frederic William Hufsmith. Aged 8. Hartington, Neb.- Red Side. One day I went fishing with mv friends. We stayed by a bridge for quite a while till one of the boys said, "Let us go on." Pretty soon we came to a sandy place, where we made many castles. One of my friends caught his line in a bunch of weeds. He pulled, but his fish line 'broke. Then we ate our lunch and went home. '. An Accident on the Farm. By Dean Hokanson, Aged 8 Y'ears, 3003 Chicago Street. Red Side. I live in town and one Sunday I went into the country. There was a barbwire fence near the house and as I did not know it I ran through the barbwire fence and hurt muself. I cut' a hole in my head. It bled pretty bad. My papa came out of the barn and took me into the house and ban daged it up. We went home after supper. I did not need to go to the doctor next day. fet Dog Playa Games. By George Claus, Plattsmouth, Neb, Red Side. Once upon a time we had a pet dog ivho would play "hide and seek" with us. We would make him be it and he would put his nose down to the ground and hunt us. Thtjn when he found us, he would run to the base and stick his nose up to the base. When we were it he would run and hide and we had a hard time finding him. After a while he was killed, so a man found him and buried him. The Eleven Little Chicks. By Carol Strong, Aged 9 Years. Stromsburg, Neb. Red Side. This is my first letter to the Busy Bee nape T am 0-ninor ffi t11 ..At. about my eleven little chicks. 1 ney were horn April 13. My birth day was March 24, so father gave them to me for my birthday present. If I see my letter in print I will try to do better next time. Bluebirds. By Fern Peterson, Aged 11 Years, Route 5, Kearney, Neb. Red Side. Ten little bluebirds sitting on the line; One got stoned, and then there were nine. Nine little bluebirds flying to their mates; One got shot and then there were eight. Eight little bluebirds in a row so even; One got frozen, and then there were seven. Seven little bluebirds all in a fix; One got drowned, and then there. were six. Six little bluebirds sitting by the hive; A big bee stung one, and then there were five. Five little bluebirds sitting by the door; One got stepped on, and then there four. Four little bluebirds flying on the sea; One fell in and then there were three. Three little bluebirds wondering what to do; One flew away, and then there were two. Two little bluebirds eating a big bun; Got into a quarrel, and then there was one. One little bluebird sitting in the sun; It got cooked, and then there were none. Haughty Master Cecil. The waywardness of Muster Cecil, a boy of years, sometimes made It necessary for his mother to use her slipper. Thla usually resulted In a hauxhtlness of manner and ex presnlnn for some hours after Master Cecil hn'l been "attended to." One evening his father rnme home, to discover palpable liroef of the fact that Cecil had been hav Iiik s prlvHtn Interview with his mother. "W'.-u, Ceell, what's the trouble now?" asked his father. "Your wife has been licking me again, sir!" was the reply. Chicago Herald.