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Omaha daily bee., 1909-04-25
The Fairies Ball

BY Helen Verrill, Aged IL Years. Tho
S%trehlow. No. 10. Omaha. Blue Side.
So this is the story Rose told. AS l was
getting dew from the violet it told me
this tale:
Down I'm fairyland they are having
trouble because the flowers are quarreling.
Each wants to be queen of the flowers.
The queen of the fairies called all her
subjects together and said, "Who will
volunteer to go on a long, long trip to the
gentle moon and ask her what advice she
can give us about the flowers? All that
will may hold up their wands.' Among
all the crowd only one wand was held up.
Then a little fairy came forth and said,
Dear queen. I will CO." So the next day
she started for the moon, which took three
days and nights. When she came to the
moons gate an owl on each side Of 1t said,
Too late, too late" But the little fairy
went right in just the same. Dame Moon
herself came to the door. When the fairy,
whose name was Lily, told her troubles,
Dame Moon felt sorry for her and said,
What is your name. my little fairy?"
And the fairy said 1t was Lily. Then
Dame Moon called her ervants and told
them to bring her some white wax, a bit
of the golden sun and some green wax.
The servants did so and after a few min
utes Dame Moor had a beautiful flower
like other flowers, and it grew. Then Dame
Omaha daily bee., 1909-04-25
ny Annie james.

their hats off when they came in the
house.
When Bill came in he said, Are we
going to nave something to eat?'
"Shure Moike," said Pat.
just then Mrs. O'Flannigan came in and
said to the boys, Nov boys, I've tried
my best, so youse can have a foine time
today. Now let's see which one Of you
boys can guess what I've got in de din
ing room. The one that guesses can have
a prize"
Bill said It was something to cat. Pat
said a fishin' outfit and Ned a boiled
cabbage with Irish potatoes. Bill took
the prize, Of which Mrs. O'Flannigan did
not wish to show till after the party. Both
boys forgot to take their hats off all this
time.
When they were seated at the table
Pats mother told the boys to help them
selves, which they certainly did. Bill
grabbed for the biggest piece Of cake
and Ned punched Bill when he was
drinking his chocolate and made him spill
it.. Pat flushed with anger and vowed
no never would talk or play with the boys
again.
They never knew (or at least didn't want
to know what time to go home. Pats
mother had to tell them. Then she Of
fered Bill the prize, which was a book
named Good Manners" and told him TO
study 1t. which he did.
Omaha daily bee., 1909-04-25

Each little Miss wore q crown of flowers
on her hair. for the hostess. Pauline, had
wished that each girl might be a queen of
the May, and thus avoid any show of pre-
ference. So they came, twelve little gall
lants leading twelve little queens of the
May to the May pole. And with them came
Mrs. Baker and two very pretty young
ladies who were to assist Mrs. Baker in
entertaining the many young guests.
As Petro watched the procession of beauty
and happiness crossing the lawn his heart
beat very fast. and he let drop the hoe he
had been working with and said to him
self: "Oh. l wish Meta could see all that.
Til just run and fetch her, for she can see
everything through that big hole in the
hedge. How she will enjoy it!' And Petro
hurried into his own dwelling, soon reap
pearing In the alley with his little sister,
Meta. The choId had been III, and her
little face was pinched and wan. But there
was a sparkle of pleasure in her big dark
eyes as she looked in the direction OF
PeFto's pointing finger and listened to
Petro's whispered explanation. You see,
Meta. It's a party of rich children. Isn't
II grand? Watch them dance! oh, isn't
that gay? And just hear the music, 1t is
coming from behind that clump of rose
bushes. Look! There're three men sitting
there playing on-on-why, they are playing
fiddles. It's much nicer music than our
papa's fiddle makes. Isn't it grand Meta?
"oh, SO grand. Petro." whispered Meta.
II wish we might go there and play, too.
Don't you, Petre?"
Then the merriment became so loud that
Petro and Meta stopped talking and gave
all their attention to the May-pole dance
on the other side Of the hedge.
soon the dance was over and the little
ones broke up into groups. laughing and
chatting in their gayest spirits. Some sat
at the tables and were served with re-
freshments brought from the mansion by
llyefed servants. Others played at games,
not wishing refreshments 50 soon after the
dance, All were happy and obliyious Of
the two little ones who watched them from
the alley, creeping closer and closer TO
the hedge that they might see the better.
AS the fun grew Mrs. Baker returned to
the house, calling to the two young ladies
TO join her, saying; I'VE will let them be
20 themselves for a little While. Our pres
ence may serve as a damper on their fuller
enjoyment. so wen withdraw for half an
hour"
Left without the presence Of the older
persons. the young guests entered into
Omaha daily bee., 1909-04-25
Grandmother's Carrot

By Ruth Ashhy, Aged IA Years, Fairmont,
Neb. Red Side.
One summer all of the cousins were visit
ing grandmother. One rainy day we all
went up to the attic, where sister Jessie
showed us around. If you never have been
in an old attic you cannot guess what fun
it Is to go poking around in musty corners.
jessie had been up to the attic before. and
so she babe us follow her.
These are some clothes worn by my
ancestors she said. pointing to Some old
clothes. you may examine them, while I
go and get a dress once worn by Martha
Washington" She ran into a closet at
the far end OF the garret and left us to
wander where We pleased. OF course, 1t
was not true that the clothes belonged to
Martha Washington, but we enjoyed the
fun as much as Jessie did. Soon she
emerged from the closet, and / never shall
forget how she looked.
She had on a dress of pink brocade and
n huge feather fan. Pink slippers with
large buckles completed her costume. It
makes mo feel sad every time I think OF
ii. for the next day Jessis was out rowing
and the flimsy boat turned over. Before
help could reach her poor Jessie was
drowned.
Well, of course, we complimented her on
her pretty face and then we looked at the
dried apples and herbs hanging around.
Tom suggested we play h~ide-and-seek and
this we did until Norah, the cook, entered
with a dainty lunch. which ended our
pleasant afternoon in grandmother's garrett.
Omaha daily bee., 1909-04-25
Pats Easter Party

BY Mabel Nicholson, Aged IL Years, 1910
Sherman Avenue. BLU Side.
1T believe 1 will nave an Easter party
for PATHS right name was Patrick-said
Mrs. o'Flannlgan to her daughter Elenora.
What says We, Norie?"
II don't care ma; whatever youse say"
said Norie.
Just then Pat rushed in saying, ma,
can I go with Bill and Ned out fishin'?''
mo, youse can go and get de boys over
here said his mother.
"Ge, dat'll be foine.' said Pat, and off
he went,
While Pat was gone Mrs. O'Flannigan
was busy in the kitchen getting the party
ready. Elenora went to the window and
looked out and then exclaimed, "Why ma,
it's a rainin'."
81 can't help it," said the tired mother.
Here we've been a scrubbin' and a
cleanin' and everything else and den l
suppose de boys will come In wild dirty
feet, but dey otter have better sense"
Mrs. O~'Flannigan had just done fixing
the dining room up for the party.
Pat and the boys had come now. Alasl
They did not wipe their shoes, as Mrs.
O'Flannigan had expected. They had no
manners, whatever, and they did not take
Omaha daily bee., 1909-04-25
Honorable Mention.)
A Friend in Need

BY Frances johnson. Aged IL Years, 933
North Twenty-fifth Avenue, Omaha. Blue
Side.
In a small, struggling village in Canada
many years ago, there dwelt two children,
Ella, aged s, and Charlie, four years her
senior.
One balmy afternoon in brown october,
Mrs. Ward, their mother, babe them so
in the yard and play with Prince. the New
foundland dog. They obeyed, but scarcely
had the playing been going ten minutes be-
fore Charlie suggested. Lets go over to
the woods for a few minutes and gather
some nuts Twas no sooner said than
done, for off the two scampered, arm in
arm. They soon reached the woods. At
every step nature seemed to grow more
and more beautiful. It was not long before
they had wandered into the very heart of
the woods. Ali there were nuts in
abundance,
AS they found several, Charlie said, Lets
build a bonfire and roast some
"Oh, let's do!' was the prompt reply.
So Charlie lit a match and tossed it into
a heap of dry leaves; then he threw the
nuts in.
The flames began to crackle and a dense
smoke arose. 1t penetrated upwards into
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the flames were consuming the whole tree,
It quickly spread and within five minutes
not less than twenty trees were ablaze. 1t
was a forest fire, indeed.
The villagers were alarmed. but there
was nothing to do. The fire was beyond
control, But there was something for
Prince to do. He leaped into the flames.
carried Ella out by his teeth, while Charlie
soft IN hfa hack Was not that a nnbIa
deed?
You may be sure that Prince was ever after
treated with the warmest affection. There
fore, whenever the children met the noble
dog, they would say. ''There comes Aeneas
(you will recall in your Greek history that
Aeneas carried old Anchlses from burning
Troy.
As for the fire, it would have devoured
the whole village had not a drenching rain
come up during the night,
Omaha daily bee., 1909-04-25
(First Prize.)
How Chestnuts Won a Battle
BY Jeanette Miller, Aged 70 Years. Fair

BY Jeanette Miller, Aged ~ Years. Fair
mont. Neb. Blue Side.
The camp was deserted. excepting Jack,
one of the drummers of the company. The
colonies had for a long time kept this camp
here, where they had some ammunition
concealed.
The company started and the captain had
warned Jack to be careful of the powder.
Toward the middle of the afternoon Jack
got hungry and was rummaging about in
the commissary's tent to find something to
eat, when he came upon two sacks of chest
nuts. "Bayonets and bombshellsi' he ex-
claimed, and then thought to himself, Til
roast these chestnuts and the redcoats at
the same time, IL they Gomez
lie went to work gathering together rub
hlsh that would burn easily and carried
1t to the road, a little at a time, and put
the rubbish mixed with nuts under boxes,
leaving some sticking out of the top.
That very night as Jack was at the post
he heard the tramp of horses at a long
distance off. He knew II was not the COM
pany coming back because they were not
expected for several days, so it must be
the British.
He lit the line Of boxes and waited. He
remembered the loud explosion of the chest
nuts at home and shook with laughter to
think how he would fool the British.
On came the horses with their riders, a
half dozen in number, perhaps. Suddenly
one of the chestnuts gave a loud report,
Just as the Redcoats came in view. and
Jack knew he hRd begun his roasting in
time. Before they could spy him he hid
where he could watch the fun. 1t a short
distance the little band of men halted,
Just then not one but a hundred chestnuts
popped, and with the aid OF the noise Jacks
gun made they turned and fled, not know
ing what was behind them.
This was too much for Jack. He rolled
over in the tent suffooating with laughter.
"Oh! oh! OH" gasped the poor little
drummer. Not bayonets and bombshells,
but chestnuts won the battle
Omaha daily bee., 1909-04-25
Brave Little Petro
~ william wallace, Jr.

a May Day party, and wondering what 1t
all meant, anyway. He knew that a grand
event of some kind was to take place on
the tomorrow in the grounds of the Bakers
home, but he did not understand what
they meant by a May Day party.
Amy way" he whispered TO himself. I'll
be in our garden At work tomorrow when
the party is going on in the yard over
there, and I'll slip to the hedge and watch
'em at the game. Wish little Meta could
come out and watch 'em, but she's been
sick. and she might take cold sitting on
the damp ground under the hedge. So I'll
watch everything that goes on and tell her
about it afterwards"
Then Petro returned to his garden and
pulled the weeds from a bed Of garlic.
But all the time that he worked his mind
was wondering to the coming party which
was to be held on the lawn across the
hedge, a place so very close at hand. yet
inaccessible as though it was beyond the
seas. Never had Petro been ON the Bakers
side of the hedge. Indeed, the hedge Itself
belonged on the grounds of the Bakers,
and divided their well-kept grounds from
the alley, beyond which ranged a row of
poor dwellings occupied by Italian families.
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And this nicely-trlmmed hedge divided the
rich from the poor as effectually as though
it had been a mou%ntain-high wall of gram
tie. Never once had the dark-sdnned,
brow-eyed little Italians d<red to creep
through the hedge that they might the
better behold the beauty of their neighbour
grounds and house. But the alley belonged
to them-was their playgrdund-and from
there they might lcpk through the green
leafed hedge into the grand place they
admired so much. And there they watched
the rich boy and girl at play. the little
girl who was In Petro's eyes a fairy, and
whose name was Pauline, and the proud
boy whom Petro watched with much in
terest, and whose name was Robert.
The first day Of May came beautifully
clear and warm, and the preparations fol
the May day party on the Bakers lawn
progressed, From his garden Petro watched
the men-and women, too-at work. They
were draping ribbons from the May pole
ribbons of every dainty color; and from
the trees and shrubs were festoons OF
flowers and leaves. tied by ribbons. And
little tables were set on the green sward
Omaha daily bee., 1909-04-25

more lively games, singing and laughing
till the noise of their gaiety resounded
throughout that part of the town. W
rough men stopped to watch them at play,
and one entered the yard to get a better
look at the May pole. He was smoking
the stump Of an old cigar, and as he drew
near to the assembled party he removed
the glowing bit from his lips, pardon,
little folks" he said, but I'd like to git
a peep at that pole. I'd like to see how
it's put up, II you don't mind"
Robert stepped forward, saying: You
intrude, my good man, and I hope you will
withdraw. These are private grounds, and
this is a private party"
The man gave a loud, coarse laugh, shook
the ashes and sparks from his cigar and
walked out Of the grounds.
He Joined his companions, and together
they were soon round the corner of the
street and lost to sight.
But an instant later a cry went up from
Pauline. I'm on fire, I'm on fire."
And the guests turned to behold a flame
rushing up the thin cloth of her frock,
catching I'm the silk sash about her waist.
The sparks from the intruder's cigar had
caught in the sheer lace Of her frock and
the wind had famed them into sudden
flame.
All was CONSERVATION at once. The
children screamed and fled from Pauline
as though She were some dangerous beast,
Even Robert stood riveted to the ground,
crying out hoarsely: Mamma! Fire!
Pauline! Help!"
But on the other side Of the hedge there
was one who knew what to do in such
emergency. Petro, who had seen the
blaze the very moment It started, grasped
the heavy old wooden shawl that was
about little Meta and plunged through the
hedge where the leaves were thinnest, and
bounded across fifty feet Of lawn thar lay
between the MAY pole and the hedge,
reaching Pauline at the very moment that
she began crying, Il am ON fre!" And in
stantly he threw Pauline on the ground.
covering her closely with the heavy shawl.
and smotherins the flame before it had
burnt Pauline's flesh. A slisht scorching
Of one wrist caused Pauline some pain and
fear, but there was no deep burn.
Just as Petro had succeeded in putting
out the fire Mrs. Baker and the two as
sisting young ladies came running to the
scene. all pale from fear. And when II was
discovered who had been the hero at the
time when one was most needed. Mrs
Omaha daily bee., 1909-04-25

Baker took hold of Petro's hand and asked
him how he had come to appear as from
the clouds.
"You-see, Missus,' said Petro, bushes
covering his brown face, II live over on
the other side of the high hedge, and l was
locking through at the party when 1 saw
the fire start on her dress. So I just run
in and smothered it ont with Metals old
shawl. I didn't mean to come in without
being asked, Missus, but l thought you
wouldn't mind, as the little girl was afire,
ana 70 one seemed in the notion to do any
thing for hei. Now ] must take the shawl
back tn Meta. She's been sick and might
take cold, being without 1t so long
Mrs. Baker would not allow Petro to go
in that way, however, and told him she
would see that Meta was well wrapped
and brought to the party, too, for Petro
had confessed that he and his sister were
watching the festivities through the hedge,
And Meta was brought, blushipg and
happy. to the party, and given a seat at
one Of the tables, and Petro was prevailed
upon to sit beside her, and dainty refresh
ment was brought them, And after they
had eaten and drank, Mrs. Baker declared
that they should be the real King and
Queen Of the May, and Robert and Pauline
rem owed their crowns C. place them on
Petro's and Neita's heads. And then
Pauline, not much harmed by the fire, went
to the house with her mother to change her
frock and 10 have her scorched wrist hound
up in some oiled cotton, after which she
rejoined her guests and the play went on
as before, with the two additional guests
Petro, the hero of the party, and his beau
tlful little sister, Meta.
And when, half an hour later, the mother
Of Petro came 10 the alley TO can heF
children into the house she saw them ne
being honored at the party on the rich SIDE
OF the hedge. and when Mrs. Baker told
her Of the heroic act of little Petro tears
of Joy came into her eyes, and she said
proudly: There may he licher children
than mine. but none drawer or better. -
And Mrs. Baker took her worn hands and
declared she had a son she might well be
proud Of. And more was said between
those two mothers, and there was a big
reward given TO Petro for his act Of
heroism. and, besides that, he and Meta
became great friends Of Pauline and
Robert, and the rich family and the poor
family learned how 20 cross through the
hedge which was no longer a barrier be-
tween them
Omaha daily bee., 1909-04-25
ShirleY's Pluck
BY Myrtle Jensen. Ex-Qucen, Aged /
Years, 2909 lizard Street., Omaha.
Blue Side.

By Myrtle Jensen. Ex-Queen, Aged Il
Years, 2909 lizard Street.. Omaha.
Blue Side.
Shirley Cameron was the p%rettiest and
cleverest girl in the girls seminary at
Charlottetown. She was also plucky and
held the admiration OF all the girls.
When school had closed, the Camerons
went to their new summer home on Long
Island. Here, Shirley created a great sem
sation, taking all hearts by storm. She was
a great favorite with all the girls. One July
afternoon they had planned to give a char-
ity bazaar for the benefit Of a homeless
children's institute. Each girl was to
bring numerous articles and people were to
be invited to buy. Then the girls would
serve ice cream and cake. The bazaar
was to be held at Lucille Mansfield's pretty
bungalow home.
Shirley had spent her weekly allowance
of Sc and couldn't bring herself to ask
her father for more. She certainly was in
a perplexing difficulty!
Taking her little, red parasol she resolved
to think the matter over. Idly sauntering
along. she knew not where. she followed
the railroad tracks. Suddenly she was
awakened from her day dreams by the
strong smell of smoke. Can the bridge be
on fire." she asked herself in alarm.
Her suspicious were true. She knew that
the Chicago Express would be due In
eight minutes. Not a soul in sight!
Then she remembered the praises she
had received for being plucky. III I don't
save the train I'll ever after be ashamed of
the name of Shirley Cameron" she said.
AS she Hastily gathered some sticks and
other rubbish she made a fire on the tracks
tearing her parasol into bits she waved
1t and her hat frantically. She was half
dazed and had only a vague recollection
that the train had stopped. Now people
were crowding around her and her hands
were soon filled with coins.
Too excited to speak she ran home. She
had received $145.
"'WHhy!" exclaimed her chum, Lucille,
'what'll you do with it all7"
81 am going to give 1t all to tho child
ren's charities" she answered serenely.
Omaha daily bee., 1909-04-25
NV Kitty

BY Winifred Brandt, Aged s Years, $50
South Thirty-sixth Street. Omaha, Neb,
Red Side.
One summer evening our family were
eating supper and Elsie, the maid, came
in with a beautiful little gray and white
kitten. Papa said, Put him down cellar
and l will give him some milk when / go
down to fix the furnace We made a
bed for him to sleep in. When ! woke up
in the morning | found hin at the cellar
steps waiting for me. He climbed way up
10 the mof and wanted me to help him
down. / didn't, because l didn't know
how ne got up there. But Elsie got it
down. He disappeared one evening about
s. / don't know where he is now. Elsie
said she would get me another II she
could.