Los Angeles herald. [microfilm reel] (Los Angeles [Calif.]) 1900-1911, 1909-04-04

are on all the screen doors and every
where we don't want them"
Then she stopped, hearing someone
laugh. Looking up she saw 1t was her
mother, who said. "Come to dinner
now and afterward you can read your
story to all of u.s."
VELoRA PELTIER,
Monteeito, grade Z, age Is.
Mary found it hard to write a story
'''Bout a Million" but she finally sat
down after dinner and wrote this
story: On the rolling plains east OF
the Rocky mountains lived father
and his son. The father earned
scant living by working some govern
ment land he had taken up but few
years before.
His son, Jerry, a boy IA years old,
often went to nearby stream for
water and it was on one of these jour-
neys that he had an interesting ex-
perience. Along the road to the stream
were several hives of bees, which Jerry
was very fond of tormenting. On one
occasion, while returning from the
stream, he thought that it would be
great fun to knock one Of the bee
hives over with a pole and then run
home.
So he got a long pole and slowly
one of them over, then he started to
run. not noticing an old stump in the
road He tumbed over, the bees
swarming all over him. jerry ran
home as fast as he could, the bees
having stung him bout million"
times.
His father said that he got what he
deserved and I do not think that jerry
ever troubled a bee hive after that.
APTTJJTP NORT, ES
824 East Twenty-seventh street; age
Il years; Twenty-eighth street school.
One day when I was out walking
along a country road 1 ran into about
a million bees. 1 started to rup down
the road; one stung me on the nose.
ran and jumped into pond of water.
had to get out of there, for there was
about a million frogs jumping around
me.
When I got out about million mos
quitoes came after me. / ran through
some bushes right into a nest of about
a million hornets That made me run
all the faster.
1t was not long before had left the
mosquitoes and hornets far behind me.
Then / stopped running and sat down
under large oak tree.
About a million birds were singing
in the trees.
When I got rested / got up and
started across a pasture. There were
millions of butterflies flying all around
among the wild flowers.
After I got out of the pasture and
was walking up hill I saw about a
million squirrels, and that night felt
that I had run million miles.
LESTER REBBECK.
Seventh grade, Palms, Cal.
"Ten hundred thousand" said Jessie,
closing her dictionary. 81 suppose ii
must be a lot; but what have I seen
that was ''bout a million?' Mary.
what are you going to write about?"
write about. Don't you remember what
a time we had at the beach last sum
mer?" asked Mary.
Eyes, I should say I do. Who could
forget such a time as we had
ants in all our eatables, and papa had
to go to the nearest beach town to
buy something to eat for breakfast?''
And both little girls broke into a hearty
laugh.
81 really believe there were bout a
million. Have you thought of what
you are going to write, Jessie?"
Eyes; / am going to write about
Neighbor Jones' bees"
What will you have to write about
them?"
Last summer, when you were down
to grandpa's, the postman gave us a
letter belonging to Neighbor Jones, and
Carl took it over to him. AS he was
coming back he grew tired and sat
down on bee hive. to rest. In a little