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Omaha daily bee., 1908-06-07
Honest Joe

BY Myrtle Jensen. Age II Years, 2so0 lizard
street, Omaha, Neb. Red.
The postman blew his whistle, Miss Carr
was just unfastening her veil. but, hurry
ing out, she secured the letter, and was put
ting 1t In her hangbag. when. to her utter
Amusement, she found her handbook gone.
She had that morning deposited a sum OF
money left to her by her father who had
died shortly before. "ohl Obi Oh" she
walled, Where can I have lost it?" At
the same time a little office boy, passing
a great building, saw q piece OF paper, and.
picking 1t up. found it to be a bankbook.
He thought of many things which he could
like TO have and then of his widowed
mother. Then a thought flashed across his
mind Of some unfortunate person. He hur-
ried home to consult his mother. She con-
cluded that be should ask his employer II
he knew anything about this mysterious
Ethel Carr. whose name was written on
the book.
The next morning Joe told his employer
about the matter. why, Joel' exclaimed
Mr.. watson. "Ethel Carr is my sister-in-
law. She is very much grieved about her
loss and offers a reward OF $50 for Its re-
turn. Run up to her mansion on - street
and get the reward Joe was given the
$50 and was able to pay the house rent
which had been due three months.
Miss Carr was very much relieved. while
Joe was very happy with his money.
Omaha daily bee., 1908-06-07
Bobby and Fenny's Picnic Dinner
~ . wakes.

"she's awful cross" declared Bobby. ~
wish mamma would hurry home. Then we'd
have a fine spread for our picnic. we
would. Any time at we want a picnic
dinner mamma would give It to us, an
specially when I've got a sore big toe"
Dat tauss our mammals 20 sweet an
dood." declared Fenny. the pout leaving
her face as she recalled her dear mamma
TO mind. But, tome long. bruver, let's
80 an have our picnic anyway. We can
play at corncobs an chips are goodies,
though It be lots nicer to have real goodies
to eat sure 'nough.'
Bobby. limping with HIS sore big toe.
and Benny, running and bouncing ahead
Of him, went off to a shady spot behind
the Jolly big chicken coop. II was SO
lively there with the old red rooster and
the old black rooster Growing and strutting
about in the glorious sunshine. And there
were mother hens with their little broods
Of downy chicks going cluck-a-cluck, cluck-
a-eluck. And there was q great corn field
stretching away over the long hillside, run
ming up and up behind the chicken coop.
Fenny and Robert thought II would be fun
TO play the field was a forest and the
little stalks OF corn great trees. In the
country where Bobby and Fenny lived
there were very few forests. and the trees
that grew on their farm had been planted
there. As these stood about the front yard
and down the lane leading to the big road.
Bobby n Fenny rarely ever played be-
meath them. They preferred the shade Of
the stables. the chicken coop or a hay
stack.
And while they played behind the chicken
COOP, pretending that the field was a for
est. that the BOOSTERS were lions and the
hens and chiekens were panthers and
wolves. old Nancy was baking animal
cakes in the kitchen. She had a whols pan
OF elephants, dogs and mules lone to a
fin brittle brown and had turned them
into a big platter to cool The platter
was set on the window ledge, where the
cool atmosphere would drive away the
heat OF the oven. "As soon as they're
cool III put 'em away in the pantry, fer
II them youngsters sees 'em they'll begin
to beg for 'em. But while they're cooun'
off an while my bread Is risin' I'll Just
steal a nap before dinner time an while
the mistress Is away" f,
No sooner had Nancy sought the pillow
Of her own bed In a room leading from
the kitchen than a strange thing happened.
On the platter In the window the animals
came to iife-or, that is. they began to
move about. IT say, friends said one
little fat dos. whose nose had got scorched,
IT don't like this humdrum place a little
bit Suppose we go out and stir up some
excitement"
-Ah. wisely said" declared an old eie-
plant. whose trunk had baked SO hard
that It could not bend. "A great idea.
Suppose We so into the world and see what
it's like"
'Pm with yOu friend animals" said a
Omaha daily bee., 1908-06-07
RULES FOR YOUNG WRITER'S

l. write plainly on one sids o. the
paper only n number the pages.
Q. Use pen ana ink, not pencil
.. Short ana pointed articles VIII
160 wordns
q Original stories or letters Only
VIII be used.
3. write your name, age and i'd
dresa at the top Of the hrst page.
Eaxss ana second prizes of books
VIII be given for the best two BON
tEthutaona to this page each week.
Address All Communications to
OKxLDREJ'B DBPARrNEEHx,
Omaha Bea.
Omaha daily bee., 1908-06-07
A Lesson Of Love

BY Leona ID. George, Aged 10 Years, r. h
D.. NO, l, station b, Omaha. Neb. Red.
Harold Brown sat In the library. with
his face In his hands. feeling very sad.
His father had promised TO take him to
visit one Of his patients, a poor boy, who
was just Harold's age. and his mother
had given him some money with which to
buy flowers for The poor boy. But 1t was
showing very hard and he could not 20.
II never can do anything he said to
himself. II thought I would DO a kind
deed today ana be good. but now 1 can't,
and there's nothing else to do,'s
AS he sat thinking he noticed a poor lit
tie newsboy in the street His garments
were torn and ragged. but his face looked
kin and wistful. even though 1t was blue
with cold.
Fastening 70 the door. Harold called thu
boy to him and asked him to come in.
why, do you waht a paper?'
"Yes. all OF them. come In" Harold re-
piled, az he led him to the kitchen. give
this boy something. Bridget, and I'll call
mother"
When Mrs. Brown came she had the
poor boy cleaned up and dressed in a warm
suit Of Harold's. Then she listened to the
story the boy told Of his mother, who
couldn't get any more washings to do. ana
OF the sick little sister. who needed med
teal care. She told Harold he might or
der q basket OF good food and some warm
clothes sent to the little home.
When DIR. Brown returned he called on
the little girl and took her fTarold's flow-
ers. He learned that she would soon be
well with plenty OF care and food, 80
Harold had. mconsciously. learned the
'lesson Of hve."
Omaha daily bee., 1908-06-07
Rose's Observation-Disclosures
By Anna Dunlay, A1gsd Il Years. orleaI

BY Anna Dunlay, Aged IL Years, orleanns
Neh
II was q warm morning in the sum-
mer when little Rose Jones was idly
swinging in the hammock in the garden.
She was Just eight years old. She glanced
at the flowers she had planted with the
aid OF her father and ell OF a sudden
uttered a cry OF delight, ''she would pick
these flowers" she said to herself, "and
bring them to the little seven-year-old
cripple girl who lived in an old rickety'
house with her mother"
She hastily picked some roses and other
flowers picked up her hat from the ground
and without saying a word to anyone.
was soon running UP the street. UP the
broad walk she ran until she found her
self among the old rickety buildings. Il
was in one OF these buildings she mounted
the stairs, knocked on a door that hung
loosely upon its hinges anG was answered
by q feeble voice. which said, come In"
Rose entered the poorly furnished room
and going up TO the cripple who sat in
an old chair said IT have brought you
some flowers III hope you Will Ike Them
Many were the tears and thanks OF the
cripple as she took the flowers, and Rose
tenderly kissed the girl and ran home.
Roses mother asked where she had been
and Rose, blushing, told 1t all. Mrs. Jones
was overwhelmed with Joy ana, catching
Rose up, said, as the tears ran down her
cheeks:
'ohl How much good an s-year-old aid
for q poor crippled girl.
Omaha daily bee., 1908-06-07
The Sailor and the Birds
BY Ruby Hobbick, Aged II Years, u
North T~wenty-first Street, South
Omaha Nah

BY Ruby Hobbick, Aged II Years, LB
North Twenty-first Street, South
Omaha, Neb.
In 1850 an English sailor was taken pris-
oner at a French prison: there he saw
nothing but the cold. black wall on one
side and the rusted iron bars on the other
side. He often thought OF the birds ana
the grass and trees. N was five years
since he saw anything green. one day
the warden came around. and said. Il have
some good news to tell you" The sailor
thought what II could be, then said, what
is IT." The warden said. what would
you give to be free?" The sailor said,
Anything IN the world" The warden
said. Just for one reason, and that is to
go back to England" That same after
noon he was pardoned. AS he was cross
ing the London bridge he met a bird
dealer and asked him how much his birds
We're two fifty each.' he said. and he
had twelve birds. II will take all OF them.
How much is it2' said the sailor. a$9O.''
IL was paid. He walked across the bridge
and opened all six OF the cage doors, for
they were two IN a cage; they ali flew
away. The bird dealer soolded and the
sailor laughed and said, 'If you wero ever
a prisoner YOU would like to be free
Omaha daily bee., 1908-06-07
Ghost Story

BY While Cullen, King Bee. Aged 10 Years,
@12 Webster Street, Omaha Red.
''oh. papal" cried little Henry. please
tell me a story about something that really
happened TO you"
$50 you want another story tonight. do
YOU" said papa IAN right. won't a fairy
story DOR
mo, no, I want one with you in it; one
that is true"
Now, I see" said papa. and taking little
Henry in his arms he sat down In a huge
chair on the porch.
well, when I was very small" said
papa. land nearly 6 years OF age. one day
my big sisters and brothers had something
planned to take place in the back yard the
next night, and they Wouldn't tell me what
1t was. I cried and cried, and leased n
leased, but they wouldn't tell me what they
were going to do. 1 cried myself to sleep
that night
''The next day there was going to be lots
of fun for the children in the neighborhood
because IL was halloween. / remember my
sisters and brothers bringing in big yellow
things out OF the garden, that they called
pumpkins. They cleaned them and cut eyes.
nose and mouth in each one and then put
them away from me SO l could not reach
them.
THAT was the last ! saw Of them until
halloween right. That night / went out IN
the back yard intending to 60 into the
woodshed TO get something for my mother,
and right there standing IN front Of me
was-what do you think7 A ghostl A real
ghostl l just shivered with fright and OH
how I wished he would walk on so I could
go 10 the woodshed, but he wouldn't bulge
one inch nor I either.
FINALLY when ] saw him there staring
and ~grinning at me I nearly tainted with
fright. Mammal Papa. cried. oh. come
here. quick And mamma and papa came
running out Of the house. and what do you
suppose they saw7
They saw their frightened little boy
standing in front Of a make-believe ghost,
which was only a pumpkin lit up.
They carried me into the house and told
me not to be frightened, but my sisters and
brothers received a good scoiding for set
Omaha daily bee., 1908-06-07

move q step farther or TIL shoot the
whole darn bunch OF you"
Then the Indians consulted among
themselves and started to come on. Mr..
Abel raised his gun and then they hesi-
tated. Mr.. Abel said. Come past me
in single file" They did so. Then he
spurred his horse and drove them away
from the house.
The Indians headed for a house where
the women were all alone, Mr.. Abel
drove them past on south, he had thought
TO leave them at q ranch. but he thought
the women might be alone so he drove
them ACROSS the river. And now II was
between life and death. II he peused a
moment they might turn back and kill
him. All the rest OF the way the Indians
tried to turn aside. but he would raise
his gun and they would &c on. Soon
they got to the river. One little Ind1an
would not cross It. so Mr.. Abel shot his
pony. they were all on ponies, and he had
to go across on foot.
1t wa found about an hour later that
the Indians had gone 20 a ranch south
OF the river owned by Mr.. Olive and had
killed an old negro that was there.
Most OF the settlers lived on the north
side Of the river and nearly all had chill
dren, SO 1t was a wise thing for Mr.. Abel
to drive the Indians south Of the river.
Omaha daily bee., 1908-06-07
CITonorable MenalOn.l
The Three Wishes

BY Loris Lambert, Aged II Years, Auburn,
Neb. Blue,
A little twig In the forest was wishing it
would never rain.
That night It dreamed a butterfly came
and said to IT, Il win give you three
wishes; what is your first one?"
The twig answered. II wish it would never
rain"
IAN right" said the butterfly. and then
It flew away.
AZ the days went by the leaves Of the
twig began to wither; it did not grow, and
everything around was dry.
Soon the butterfly came around again
and asked the twig what its second wish
was.
Tell me-" said the twig.. why / DO not
grow"
Because said the butterfly, nothing
can grow without water.'
The twig thought, then It said, Can I
have my third wish nowf'
Indeed" said the butterfly.
Then I WISH" said the twig, everything
would become as 1t was before you granted
me my wishes.
The little twig after that was always glad
when It rained.
Omaha daily bee., 1908-06-07
The Little Heroine
py Aleda Rennetl, Aged 10 Yeara 2

BY Aleda Bennett, Aged 10 Years, Eigin,
Neb. Blue.
There were three children In the Kays
family. Their names were Velma, Nellie
and May. the baby. velma was G. Nellie
4 and May g.
One day their mamma went away, telling
them to be good girls. Mays baby buggy
was placed near the stove. with plllowcass
on the handle OF It to dry. The children
were playing happily. when suddenly the
pillowcase famed Up.
Yeima saw It first and she snatched Il
from the buggy n held It for a moment
in her hands. not knowing what 70 do. But
just then a thought struck her and. run
ming outdoors, she dropped the plllowcass
In the snow that covered the ground. The
fire soon went out.
When Mrs. Kay came home, velma told
her about II, and her mamma called her q
little heroine. 81 didn't know what 20 dot
I was afraid your piIlowcase would burn
up" said Velma. mo matter. dear. II you
are safe" answered her mother
Omaha daily bee., 1908-06-07
Hero
BY Eleanor Mellor. Aged 70 Years. NAL
vern. Ia Blue.

BY Eleanor Mellor. Aged 10 Years. NAL
vern, Ia Blue.
Helen White and her mother and father
lived in the slums OF a large city.
Mr.. White was IN invalid. so Mrs. White
and Helen were left to earn their wins
Helen was a very kind girl and was always
ready to help anybody.
Ont day as she was returning home from
school she found a little lame dog.
OF course she took 1t home and asked her
mother If she might ,have it. She said
she might. because 1t would keep Helen
ing.
One day 1t was very windy and Mrs.
White was out working, so Helen took her
dog out doors to play with.
AS she had gone out In the back yard to
get some sand the dog was left alone.
Just as the dog was having q good nap
1t commenced to choke on something
1t woke up and found that the house was
on fire. 1t did not have long to do what
he was planning to DO. because the fire
was gaining rapidly.
The dog ran In the house. barked as
loud as he could and then ran over where
Mr.. White was sleeping.
He woke him up and tried to pull his
chair out of the door. but it was too heavy.
The dog barked for awhile and then Mrs.
White came running home. =
She saw Mr.. White right away, so, not
hesitating a minute. she pulled him out
not any too soon, because the roof fell.
In a few minutes.
Mrs. White told Helen she was glad she
had kept the dog and that they would
name him Hero"
Omaha daily bee., 1908-06-07

S4B toe. Now. the sore big toe was
what kept Bobby home from school one
day; II hurt him to wear his good shoes.
re didn't nina wearing mis- oid shoes
those it'll the holes IN the toes. Oh, nd,
indeed; he liked wearing those old shoes,
for then HIS sore big toe could take a peep
cut Of doors-or / should say out Of shoe
every little while. And as Fenny was sim
TOO young to go TO school they lived Ia
the country, where there were no kinder
g~artens) she did not need a sore big toe
to keep her at home. The fact IS, Penny
would have loved to go to school; although
her brother Bobby wished very much to
stay at home every chance ne got.
I'm tell you what let's do said Bobby
on the morning OF our story. Lets have
a picnic down behind the chicken coop.
Mamma won't care IL we go there. for that
won't hurt my sore big toe.'
"Oh, doodnessl Won't at be jes' finer"
cried Fenny. And she ciapped her hands
In giee. II love a picnic. l do, bruver.'
tBenny remembered a picnic that her
mamma had taken her to almost a year
ago.
"What'l we ave for our picnic dlnner7'
asked Bobby. Mammals gone to town an
Nancy. she's so cross to us that I'm afraid
to ask her for cake an bread an jam"
"rn ask her" suggested Fenny. running
off to the kitchen. When she entered she
found the old servant very busy baking
cookies. "oh, Nancy, will you Please dive
bruver an me some cookies for our picnic
dEnncrg We're goin' to have a picnic down
behind the chicken COOP" nus spoke
Fenny. addressing the sour-faced Nancy,
who never liked to have children come
about her domain.
"Nope. you can't dip into my bakery"
Nancy snapped. 'It's bad enough that yer
mommer told me 20 cut out a lot OF cookies
In the shapes Of animals for you and Bob.
! can't take time to bake . lot OF extra
ones FOR you to eat between meals. II you
wait TIL tea-time you'n IA a lot OF ele-
plants. cats. dogs. and the goodness only
knows what else, to eat. Yer mommer
got . lot OF them little animal cutters last
time she went into town; an today's balin'
day. 90 I'm goin' to try maxim animal
cookies for you'n Bob. But you mustn't
come p~esterin' about the kitchen. I can't
Be bothered. Run along an play corn cobs
an chips are your cake and chicken fer
your picnic dinner. That's the sort OF play
picnic dinners / used 70 have when ! was
8 little youngster."
Fenny. her lips pouting with disappoint-
ment. went back TO her brother. saying.
cole Nancy. she won't dive US any goodies
for our picnic. she says for US to play at
cornoobs an chips are cake ane chicken.
an that she won't be pnsterod BIZ us IN
shs Kitchen
Omaha daily bee., 1908-06-07

The other. Dishonor. was dressed In fine
new clothes. As Robbie watched them.
Honor found some money on the walk. He
instantly CAV It to the police to find who
It belonged to. When the person was found
Honor received his reward and vent home
with a happy face.
Dishonor walked along and went into a
store, Robbie following. Robbie noticed
some money lying on the counter and as the
clerk turned his back. D%ishonor. with a
swift motion. slipped the money in his
pocket.
Now II happened there was a mirror In
the back of the store and the clerk saw
Dishonor lake the money. The clerk called
a passing policeman and as Robbie saw
them taking Dishonor to Jail. something
cold struck his hand and he awoke to find
his dog in the hammock with him.
The scene OF Honor and Dishonor so Inn
pressed Robbie that he told his mother all
about the pocketbook and resolved to al
ways be honorable, which resolution he
never broke.
Omaha daily bee., 1908-06-07

By Eleanor Mellor. Ex-Queen, Aged u
Years. Malvern, Ia Blue.
Grandpa had been visiting the Browns'
home for a week and had always promised
the children a story. That night, as they
were seated around the fireplace. the chill
dren happened to think Of their ~grandpa's
promise. so they asked him to tell them
one while they were sitting there.
He asked them what kim Of a story they
wanted. SO they said "a fox story" He
then began:
when I lived In Canada l was Just a lit
tie boy. One day my father told me that
something was catching the little chickens.
7 was much interested in this. SO 1 planned
to catch the chicken thief.
That night. while I was In bed. / heard a
noise In the chicken house. Grabbing my
clothes I dressed as fast as I could and
rushed out with my gun.
Just as 1 was stepping in the door Of the
chicken house 1 saw two large eyes.
/ at once aimed my gun at them, and then
/ shot.
1 ran and got the lantern. and to my
surprise, 1 had killed a large fox.
My father knew nothing Of this TIL morn
ing; then I told him I had killed the chick
en- thief"
I have always been remembered as Foxy
Grandpa" and that is the way 1 always
remember the fox story, for which I was
named.
Omaha daily bee., 1908-06-07
(First Prize.)
An Adventure with Indians

By Alice Temple, Aged . Years, Lexington,
Neb. Blue.
Mr.. Abel had a store in his town which
was then nearly-a prairie. One day as he
with one OF his workingmen. whose name
was George. were driving a pig home he
saw a band OF Indians sneaking along by
a fence and trying to steal some horses
he had running loose and grazing. When
he saw them he told George to run in
the house and get a musket for he said
1t would take two men to fight them.
and to let the pig go.
George said, "Oh. they won't do nothing,
I'm going to a X the pig TO the pen. If
you want It get IT yourself"
So MI. Abel didn't say anything but
ssddled his horse and mounted. took his
gun which he always had with him n
then said to the Indians who were com
ing straight towards him, Don't you
Omaha daily bee., 1908-06-07

chicken coop, lust as II they knew two
little ones were there longing for a picnic
dinner. At the moment when they arrived
Fenny and Bobby had gone into he edge
OF the make-believe forest to hunt for
fairies, so the elephants. the dogs, the
mules and colts all frisked about, jumping
right on Fenny's white apron. which she
had spread upOn the ground for a make
believe luncheon cloth. And hardly had
they become located upon the cloth when
back to the spot came Bobby and Fenny.
Now, the funniest part of this funny hap
pening was that the very minute the cookie
animals got upon that white cloth they
became mere aWeet cakes again and lost
all power OF action or speech. And as
they never III have feeling. they were
mere cookies once more. Just like they
had been half an hour ago, when first COM
ing from a very hot oven.
"oh. see the coonesr And Fenny ran
with all possible speed to the spot where
her apron lay covered with elephants. dogs.
mules and colts. "Oh. old Nancy brought
them 10 uA Isn't>sht dood7"
"wsn. II she didn't bring Us a spread
exclaimed Bobby. limping up TO the picnic
cloth. 'FWen. Nancy amt 80 cross after
all But say. I'm as hungry as a wolf
from the forest behind US. suppose We
fan to-"
-Ugh but dis elephant Is DOOR ex-
claimed Fenny. eating off the trunk Of
the largest elephant. AN dat little toll
VIII the long main-ughl I'm doin' TO eal
him next"
Bobby was too busy with eating dogs
elephants. colts. mules. all mixed up to
gethar. 20 say anything more for 10 min
uioA In the meantime q pair Of eye
we're watching the little picnicksrs from
behind the chicken coop. They belonget
te old Nancy. UPon missing the ami