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Norwich bulletin., 1913-05-08
SUNNY DAYS IN INSECTVILLE
,ut to See the Shade-Lovers.
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aftergloW and the gloaming which fol low in regular order before night has full sway
 They did not have to wait long be- lore they saw many little insects of the shade on the wing-among them white and gray. and black and yellow and white and brown moths, and when Aunt Jule called them moths Dorothy asked
 Why don't you call them butter flies They look just like them to me"
 Because" replied Aunt Jule, they have been classified according to their horns, Butterflies have horns with knobs or hooks at the end, while moths have horns which are feathery or thread like
 ''Is that all the difference 2" asked
 No, they differ in the manner of folding their wings when they light to | feed or rest The moths close their wings over their backs while the but their backs
 How curious" observed Dorothy | and that is what makes some called butterflies and some moths
 Aunt JuIe then said to Dorothy, Look There is Mrs. Promethea i, her suit of tan and drab," and sure enough there she was clinging to the trunk of a wild cherry tree waving her wings as if she were calling to someone.
 They did not have to wait long be- fore MT. Promethea appeared in dark brown velvet bordered with yellow ish gray, and as the woods became darker others appeared and they flew and futtered about in what might be called a fairy dance. much to the de- light of Dorothy. And as they sat and watched, Mir. Cecropia in his gay suit of mousse color and red flew through the recess es of the wood; and MT. Polyphemus in his fawn- colored plumage dotted with peacock spots fioated maJesttcal1y through space.
 They are just as pretty as birds" exclaimed Dorothy. If they only sang. tool"
 They have no song" replied Aunt Ju1e, "but they must have a call of some sort, for they come Stegether from long distances and can find one an- other when they are in captivity and in houses,''
 How strange" commented Dorothy
 ''Yes,'' replied Aune Jule, nature is wonderful in all her Works-jhe mys- tery of life is beyond the ken of man."
 UNCLE JED,
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You know, Dorothy" said Aunt Jule, there are flowers of the gun shine, the shade and the night, and there are insects that are like them m these tastes and seek their honey. The butterflies have been called the flowers of the air because of their graceful flight and delicate colors.
 We will go to the edge of the woods eAAs afternoon and see if we can see sane of the Shade-lovers.
 That will be nice.' replied Dorothy, and there may be pretty flowers and ferns there, tool"
 And there> may be brambles there 10 catch in our stockings and skirts, Aunt Jule remarked, ito make us aware We are tresDassinS.
 Are they always there?' inquired Dorothy.
 The brambles are usually there" :" answered Aunt Jule. because that is their place of greatest usefulness"
 What do they do2" asked Dorothy.
 The people think their only work Is to make berries to eat" said Aunt 5ule but they make thorns for de- fense, and a great naturalist once call cd them the advance guards of the forests for they form a barrier against browsing animals and while protecting themselves. keep the animals from nip ping off the tender young shoots of the trees until they are too big and too tough for animals to eat. No horse or COW or sheep likes to have its face scratched, or tender nostrils pricked.'
 I've called them nasty old bram- bles,' said Dorothy, when they have caught in my dress. thinking they were more bother than use"
 Then you may regard them differ ently in the future" replied Aunt Jule. for they do not run in vain, and they entertain their insect friends just as you and I do our acquaintances, and find enough in life to do.''
 It was mid-afternoon when they started out down the lane to the pas- lure and the woods. which were not far away. They saw the insects of the sun in their rapturous flight seek ing their loves in the field of light the glassy waters and mirrored reeds. the blooming flowers and the wAnd- borne seeds. This was all new to Dorothy. but Aunt Jule knew where she was going. and in q little while they were Tn a ravine one side of which the woods siSirIed. and were pleasantly Eeated where they could see the shad- bws growing longer and night gently approaching. for where they were 1t was getting darker. although it would bs several hours before the sunset, the
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Rennie and Jennie,

Dear Uncle Jed: Once upon q time there was q fairy who came to live at a farmhouse with 6 little boy and girl. They didn't have any father or moth CT, but lived with their aunt
 They were never lonely and unhap- py because the fairy cared for them. I will tell you this fairy's name later.
 The children were up very carly in the morning. Bennie milked the cows. They were as gentle a s kittens Some times the flies would make the cows whisk their tans Bennie didn't like this when he was milking.
 Jennie was always ready to help carry the milk to the house, and the geod fairy went with her and smiled Then they would eat the breakfast the goed aunt had prepared fer them
 Jennie would wash ths d1Shas and
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Hans and the King.

Once there was a little boy whose name was Hans. Hans was a shep- herd boy. One day while he was tend Ing his hockS a man ran in from the forest. He asked Hans how far it was to the next town.
 Tt is five miles," said Hans, but it is only sheep track, and you might lose your way
 The man said will you go to the village to get me something to eat? and l will give you more money than you can earn in year."
 Sir, 1 cannot go" said Hans
 Will you go if l take care of your sheep?'
 T cannot go. You might get tired of your task, and they would get lost or caught by robbers or eaten by wolves
 He laughed and said You are right, my boy Well, I am very hun gry and I am going to the village to get something to eat"
 As he was going the boy said: T have some ham and bread. Do you want sOme?''
 The man replied Yes"
 While he was eating he heard some one shouting: We thought you might be lost or killed"
 After few days Hans found out that the man was the king of the country and Hans thought the king would be angry with him; but the king was not angry with the boy
 After few days the king sent for Hans to be his servant. and Hans served him faithfully ever afterwards
 LEO LANOIE. Age g.
 Norwich
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So she filled the pitcher with water and gave it to the lady, and the lady said:
 T will give you a present When you speak diamonds and pearls shall come out of your mouth.
 Then the little girl ran home to tell her mother.
 The mother said, What is that? and the little girl told her.
 Then the mother told the other daughter to get some water.
 She did not want to go, but the mother coaXed and pleaded with her to go
 Then the girl took the pitcher and went grumbling along. When she got there she met the fairy and the fairy said:
 Will you give me g. drink?"
 The girl said. T did not come here to serve you"
 The fairy said q wifi give you a present. When you talk toads and snakes will come out of your mouth.
 Then the little girl ran home to tell her mother, but the toads and snakes came out so fast that she couldn't tell her
 CATHERINE PERRY. Age 9. Scotland
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THE WIDE AWAKE CIRCLE
Boys and Girls Department

page ought to be. are nice for little girls and boys, but they are not appre- ciated by the printers, who are used to having things done according to rule, which means to help rather than to hinder them.
 They like clear writing on one side of the paper, and that is what they call good copy.
 Now, Wide Awakes, Uncle Jed wants you all to learn how to make manuscript for the press right. It is an accomplishment and may help some boy or girl find employment some time.
 Do not write your name and address at the top of the first page, but re- serve that for the bottom of the last sheet, and make it as near like the way it appears in print as you can.
 Read the rules and comply with them.
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PRIZE BOOK WINNERS.

Frank Pardy of Norwich, The Fortunes of the Fellow. by William Allen Dromgoole.
 2-Edna Reibetanq of Lebanon, Loy- atty Island, by Marian w. Wildman.
 3-Msry Elizabeth O'Neil of Nor wich, Flowers of May.
 4-Agnes Bobsein of Norwich, Lit tie Puritan's First Christmas, by Edith Robinson
 5-MiIdred Filler of Norwich Town, Mildreds Inheritance, by Annie Eel lows Johnstone
 6-Franldin D. Crosby of Danielson. Aunt Martha's Corner Cupboard
 7-Catherine Desmond of Norwich. Tom Swift and His Aerial Glide
 8-Harriet Newbury of Norwich, The Daisy Book
 Prize winners living in the city may call for the books at The Bulletin business office any hour after 10 a. m. Thursday.
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Grandpa's arm.

Dear Uncle Jed; I am going to tell you about my grandfathers farm, where I spend the summer. There are so many interesting things over there There are the little chickens, and Fudgey. the dog; Niggy, the kitten; the hens and roosters, the cows and pigs, the horses and the barn cats.
 My brother and I play hens and roosters, and we lock ourselves in the hencoop. When we want to get out climb over the fence and unlock the door. Then we go where the hens lay their eggs and roosters roost and get fluffy feathers.
 We blow them and see whose go out of sight.
 When I get tired of playing I wait till a strong wind blows and then let them all go.
 We take walks in the fields and gather berries and flowers.
 When the dinner bell rings we hur- ry in and sit down to grandmother S table.
 FRANKLIN D. CROSBY, Age 8.
 DanielSOn.
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Mu Trin to Har+fnrd

Dear Uncle Jed: Last summer and Thanksgiving, while I was on my visit 1 stayed with my aunt When you are going to her home you have to go through Bushnell park. Bushnell park is big. I went through the capitol and wrote my name on many books. went from the first floor to the top and was very dizzy, On Sunday I went to Elizabeth park. First I went looking for the lambs and found them at last. Then we had some ice cream and went home. I went through both Pope's and Colts park and thought them beautiful. I saw the Connect icut river when I was going to East Hartford. While I was there I att tended the Poli and Park theaters. went out every night that it wasn't t stormy with my uncle
 MONICA DONOVAN, Age 12.
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Shadows.

Dear Uncle Jed: I thought I would write you about the Shadows.
 Roberts mother placed him in his chair the other morning and left him for a few moments. While she was gone she heard him laugh very loud ly and returning quietly she saw that the rays of the sun were shining on the tray of his chair. In moving his hand he caused the shadow to cross the tray This was what made him laugh. Finally he decided to catch the shadow. He tried every way but in vain; suddenly an idea seemed to enter his little head He placed his arm along one side of the tray and raising his hand, quickly brought 1t down to where the shadow would have been: but alas! the shadow was not to be caught
 Time after time he tried but could not understand why he failed. At last, giving up in despair, he laid his head down upon his mothers shoul- der and cried as if his heart would break
 Robert is only six months old and cannot be blamed for chasing the shadows. In reality, we all strive for the shadows and leave the, really worth while things alone.
 AGNES BOBSEIN, Age Il.
 Norwich
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times for it. She gets Frightened and

times for it. She gets frightened and runs away.
 This winter when it was cold would put her down cellar where it was warm, and at night she would sleep on the steam pipes. They are wide enough to hold her and are covered with asbestos She slept there a, great I-many nights and l did not know where she was; but daddy saw her one morn ing up there, and then l knew where she slept.
 told mother she was a wise cat
 to know where to go to keep warm. l always read the stories in Wide Awake circle and wanted to write one, but mother thought | could not, Now she laughs when she sees what I write about. and says: Good, Mary"
 sI love to read stories about kitties and hope someone will enjoy reading this
 With best wishes. your little friend, MARY ELIZABETH O'NEILL, Norwich. Age 8.
Norwich bulletin., 1913-05-08
Romp.

Once there was a dog named Romp He and his master were great compan- ions. When Romp went to the store for his master, which he did every day, his master would give him 8 penny for meat He would not give the butcher the money until he had received his meat
 His master was in firm whose bus ness required a lot of going away. On these occasions Romp had to stay home. His master on one occasion being in a hurry did not leave him any money for meat.
 When Romp's master came hom he asked Romp where his slippers were, because he could not find them. Romp hung his head and shamefully went to a corner.
 One day when Romp and his master were going by the butchers shop the butcher called them in and gave the man his slippers, which Romp had carried down for meat. He didn't have money so he thought they would do as well.
 MARIAN E. SANFORD, Age 10.
 New London.
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LETTERS TO UNCLE JED
A Mexican Parrot.

Dear Uncle Jed: I am going to tell you about my parrot. He came from Mexico, and has very pretty green plumage. We do not know when his real birthday is, so we celebrate it St. Patrick's day. because he resembles the St Patricks day emblems
 Folly has many tricks. One of his favorites is to perch on my brother's s shoulder and walk around
 think all the Wide Awakes would like to see him when he shows off.
 First-we let him out of his cage up on the floor, and we say: Beautiful Polly Then he spreads out his wings and walks all around with his beak touching the floor.
 I will tell you some of the things Polly says: Come in!" Come here" Polly wants to go to bed!' Come Buff" Polly wants his supper!" Pol ly wants his dinner!":- and he calls Katherine. Gerard Mary, Margaret and Grandma, and many other names CATHERINE DESMOND, Age F.
 Norwich.
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A Trin to saiIev,s Ravine.

Dear Uncle Jed: I am going to tell you about a trip to Bailey's Ravine I took last summer. Six of us went together. We left Willimantic early in the morning and took the trolley for Bailey's. Ravine. When nearly there we got off at 8 pond to fish. We fish ed about two hours. but we didn't catch many fish and finally the bait gave out so we gave up fishing alto gether.
 After eating our lunch we went the whole length of the ravine It was so dry there was very little water run ming through it. We saw quantities of mountain laurel. The mosquitoes were so thick we were glad enough to get away from there. We then took the trolley for home.
 RUTH KINGSLEY, Age II.
 Scotland
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A Dou's Story.

A fine St Bernard dog was once badly hurt by a heavy wagon whose wheel crushed his foot.
 As he limped along towards his home a blacksmith saw him and pitied his pain He called the dog to him and carefully washed and bound the wounded foot.
 Every day after that the dog came to the blacksmith in the early morn ing and held up his foot to be dressed. This continued until the foot was well again.
 You may be sure the dog was the blacksmith's friend after that.
 One morning some months later when the blacksmith went to his snop early in the morning he saw two dogs near the door One was his old friend the St. Bernard dog he had cured. The other was a spaniel whose foot was sore and swollen
 Ah, my friend!" said the black smith, you want me to take care of this fellow, tee, do you ?''
 The St. Bernard dog parked and wagged his tail as if te say Yes, s1r''
 That's right. old fellow said the blacksmith. You knew you could de- pend on me. didn't you?"
 So the spaniel was cured also.
 1 am sure the kind blacksmith was as happy as the grateful dogs JOSEPHINE E. RELLNAC Age 1s
 M0ntYille.
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Willimanttc.
ca, PhiI Sheridan.

Philip Henry Sheridan was born in Somerset, Ohio, on the 9th of March, 1881. A story is told of him at the battle of Winchester. He was 20 miles away. but heard the cannon roar.
 Whispering few words in his horses ear he rode away The color of the horse was very black. He's only 12 miles now; now only 10; now only 5-then he's at Winchester.
 The lines were scattered and the soldiers were running away. They plucked up courage when they saw Little Phil'; went back, fought and won the battle.
 When he died all the United States mourned.
 He is one of the forty American inn7orta1s In remembrance of the battle he named the black horse Win chester.
 JOHN HOGAN, Age g.
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Norwich.
A Mornings Walk to School.

This beautiful spring morning as walk through the park to school the air is fresh and balmy. the soft green grass forms carpet under my feet: tiny green leaves are sprouting on the trees, and in them l hear the chirping of robin. Yonder I hear the shriIl cry of some bluejays. and across the valley l see two red squirrels playfuIIy running up and down the trees. All nature is at her best
 In the distance I see the noble white dome of the State House and it looks winter than ever against the deep azure blue of the sky. Not far beyond it is the Union Trust building. while nearer to me is the new nineteen story Turks Head skyscraper. To the left are numerous steeples, standing ab- ruptly into the air; then farther dis tant are the oblong towers of the State ArmOry.
 Descending the long steps I see noth- ing of much interest until passing "Garibaldi,' the largest playground in Rhode Island. Then I see Italian won1- en balancing large racks on their heads Passing through this part. have come to the city, where one more turn of a corner will bring me to dear old English.
 HELEN M WHITTAKER
 Providence R
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The Lady Bugs Party.

Lady Bug gave a party.
 IL was a grand affair; The finest Beetle dandies
 And the nattiest Chats were there The Glow Worm glowed his brightest And the Hornet played his horn; The Butterfly brought butter
 And the Miller Moth brought GOTH, The Caterpillar sat and purred. The Horsefiy galloped high, The Ants came with their Unc1es, And the Spiders came with pie. The June Bug in his buggy came, Dragged by the Dragon Fly; The Centipede gave his last cent To see the pair ge by T. was a splendid party
 But when the last was done. The Hop-toad sat outside the door And swallowed every one.
 The EateTn oi egieai News.
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Bobby's Work.

Bobby's father kept the great press, where he made vinegar.
 Bobby loved to watch the great press rise and fall One day his father was taken suddenly i'll. It was yet two weeks before the apples should be gathered Day after day passed and his father was still very ill.
 At last Bobby said that he was go- ing to get the apples himself. He started early in the morning. It took him three days to get the apples in. After that he pressed the apples.
 After a while his father could sit up. Then he could see the apples being pressed. When he was able, he went out and saw that the apples were bet ter that year.
 Bobby's father always let him help ''---- ALICE CLoUGH
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the smallest loaf which was in the basket She thanked the kind gentle man and went home
 The next day the children were just as ill-beha1ed, but this time Mary re- ceived a loaf which was scarcely half the size of the other. But when she came home her mother cut the loaf open and many pieces of money fell rattling on the- table,
 Mary mother. thinking it was mis- take sent her back with the money, but the kind gentleman said
 Nc; it was no mistake. I had the money put in the smallest loaf to re- ward you"
 EDNA REIBETANG, Age 10.
 Lebanon
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Bennie would go to the field to now. This was hard work for him, but he would not give up.
 About ten o'clock Jennie would take him a lunch. This would rest him and he would go to his work again. Then Jennie would stay with him and tell him stories till his moving was done. At night they were happy because they had done so much
 The name of the fairy is Industry. She is the good fairy who helps those that help themselves.
 MILDRED EILER. Age 13. Norwich
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A Little Hero.

One day a little boy who lived in W,eser Germany, was playing with his little sister, when he was alarmed by the cry of some men who were in pursuit of a mad dog. The boy sud- denly turning around, saw the dog run ming toward him. Instead of running away, he took off his coat and, wrap ping it around his arm, boldly faced the dog. In a few minutes the men came ID and shot the dog. Then, re- proachfulIy, they asked him why he had not made his escape which he could have done easily He replied
 If I had run away the dog would have bitten my sister, so I gave him my coat instead"
 NATALIE LYONS, Age 10.
 NO1.yyichc
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sleeps nights. When we let him up stairs in the morning he goes out with us after the milk and he cries until we give him some.
 He won't eat anything but salmon and milk. When he has had all he wants of these he will run through the house and play ith-anything he can find.
 Mamma taught him to roll over when she says Nice Tad!" to him. Il like him very much
 HARRIET NEWBURY. Norwich
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LETTERS OF ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

Winifred G. Briggs of Voluntown: thank you for the pretty book you sent me. I like il very much.
 Lillian Brehaut of East Norwich, N. Y: l thank you very much for the nice book you sent me, A Little Puri : tan Rebel. l have read it and found it very interesting.
 Hazel Clifford of Putnam I re- ceived the prize book you sent me. | thank you ever so much for it. l have read it and think it is a very nice book
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On a Chicken Farm.

Dear Uncle Jed: I live on fair sized chicken farm We have now about seven hundred young chickens. I help tend the chickens.
 We have about one hundred and if ty yearling hens. We receive from ninety to one hundred eggs from these hens. Most of our eggs we ship to Boston.
 I have at present a litter of kit tens from a milk white mother. There are three white ones. and one gray one. The gray one is the brightest of them all.
 l hope to make good rat catchers out of them so as to make them help destroy one of @the serious chicken pestst.
 A YQUNGSTER, Age F. ftirN1
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A Fairy Story.

Dear Uncle Jed: Once there was a woman Rvho had two daughters.
 The oldest daughter was like her mother, proud and unkind and the youngest was like her father, sweet and kind.
 The youngest had to eat by her self and had to do all the hard work. Every day she had to go after water two times.
 One day a fairy was there dressed like a lady and she said:
 Will you give me a drink? ?'
 The girl said, With all my heart"
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My Little Kitty.
Scotland

Dear Uncle Jed: l have a. little kitty and her name is TopsE She has very many tricks, One is when mother pares potatoes she will jump upon her side and wait until she gives her some pieces. When you hold her she will jump over your hand
 When you play with her she will bite and scratch. l whip her some
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UNCLE JEO's TALK WITH WIDE.
 AWAKES.

Uncle Jed wants the w4de-Awakes 70 get into fashion. not as a matter Of dress. but as a matter of form.
 There is only one style in a printing ofice with reference to copy, and that Is to wirte on one side of the paper only. and some of the Wide-Awal2es persist in writing in any old way.
 Of course, those nice little notes on perfumed paper which begin on the first page and then skip to the third and then come back where the second