Los Angeles herald., 1909-02-14

peopie rowing and fishing or getting
IIles from the quiet places. Sometimes
eoI5 were trees and sometimes green
heias. IL was coming near the sea-
AT last it came to more meadows
ana the water was salt and among the
grass was fine sand or brown mud.
1hen the river flowed out slowly into
the Dig blue ocean. The little brook
was not afraid. 1t said: I want to do
everything that comes and not be
afraid ." W
Inc teacher asked them great MANY
questions as the story went on. which
made it more interesting, and the girls
all agreed that they never thought be-
little brook. RUTH GRANT
Age Il; BIG, Twentieth street school:
1923 Staunton avenue
The words honorable mention appear
over each letter, limerick and unfinish-
ed story entitled to that honor.
Your story is very good, but is too
long to win a prize
As it tapped the supports of the
bridge it saw how rotten the timbers
were and would gladly have notified
someone of the danger. Passing the
bridge it ran over the roots of willow
and oak trees, helping them to grow
big and strong.
While the river was enjoying the
pedulAIul scenery OF pastures green,
pretty little villages and groves Of
great trees it was also home for fish
of all kinds. 1t helped to float a boat
for while and then sped on again,
here to give refreshing drink to some
weary traveller and there to give
drink to horses, COWS and sheep.
1t sped on to the old mill to turn
the large wheel which ran the ma
chinery to turn the wheat into flour.
The villages became larger, the
houses more frequent, until it reached
the city. Here all was hustle and
hustle, noise and smoke tall buildings
closely built together. and now its
water was pumped into pipes and dis
tributed to the homes and factories.
1t helps to float large ships-some
laden with merchandise and some for
passengers. Some Of the passengers
are weeping on separating from rela-
tives and friends and some are happy
in being carried home to their loved
ones.
On and on the river runs with the
ship. In the distance it hears the
swish of the surf, but as though heed
less OF its own destruction it goes on
to be swallowed up by the great lake,
where it loses its identity as a river
forever. leaving the younger waters
that follow to perpetuate its name.
MAODE EDWARDS,
1927 West Tenth street, Hobart
school, grade 5, age u.
AS Mary saw through the branches
bridge little above their resting
place she began her story in this way:
THE little stream, hearing happy
voices, rushed on, when to his pleasure
he saw what he supposed to be class
on nature study. Being pleased and
also little f1attered, for the children
were enjoying his waters he wished
to stay, but he was urged on"
At this point boy took it up: "Not
seeing anything more thrilling for
quite a while but trees and wild flow
ers the brook became discouraged. but
surely would not remain so long, for
he was approaching a scene of horror
ION the bank young woman was
wringing her hands and crying pitt
fully, gazing at the rushing waters
A great Newfoundland dog. hearing
her cries, bounded into the water, drag
ging back baby. Nothing more could
be seen, for the stream must go on"
Mary's sister wished to tell what
she had been thinking: "Another and
also larger bridge came into sight
Here sat man on a camping stool
holding long rod. At length he drew
up with a quick pull a large fish, but
his action was so vigorous that the
fish disappeared. No one but the
stream, however, knew that it had
been thrown over the other railing"
No pupil wishing to finish the story
the teacher told the conclusion: "He
witnessed many different sights as
pleasure and health resorts, beautiful
and unpleasant scenery, till night fell
and he could see no more.
ADELE G. AXTMAN,
1905 Monterey road, South Pasadena.
High school, sophomore, age 13.
"Just on the other side of the
bridge continued Mary, "was a large
spreading oak tree, and under this a
weary traveller dropped down to rest.
After a while he reused up and leaning
Ger the little stream took a drink of
its cool water. which revived him so he
was able to start again on his journey.
Laura, you go on with the story"
''Well," began Laura, there was a