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Norwich bulletin., 1914-05-14
A Vase.

I was once a large piece of glass. I was formed into a beautiful vase. My first experience in life was being packed into a box with many, many other vases.
 I was brought to a store, was un- packed. and putin a show case One day a lady and a gentleman came in to the store. They asked the clerk if he would take me out. The clerk did so. and handed me to the lady. After they had examined me the lady said:
 'I will take this one"
 The clerk put me into a box and handed me to the man. Then I was taken to their home.
 The lady put me on a table. The next day a little girl came into the room and put some water and some flowers into me. The flowers were very pretty, but they soon died.
 I enjoyed myself very much at my new home. But I am sorry to say my life ended very unhapply.
 One day a lady came into the room to dust She had just dusted the table when down | went and broke into many pieces. This ended my happy life.
 GERALDINE ENOS, Age H.
 Norwich
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The Bell of Atri.

Once in the little town of Atri the king hung bell in the market place It was polished until it was almost as bright as the sun and a long rope was attached to 1t so that even the small lest child in the village could reach it.
 The bell had hung there for a long, long time. In that time many wrongs had been righted and many people had been punished The rope had become shorter so that only the tallest person might reach it. What if child should be wronged? The judges gavc order that another rope should be put in at once. But there was not another such rope in Atri. It would be necessary to send across the mountains and it would be many days before a messenger could return If a child should be wronged how could the judges know?
 Let me fix it for you" said farm CT. who ran into his garden near by and brought a long grapevine, with leaves and small green vines on it. He fastened 1t to the bell The long
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The Prettiest Children.

One day a hunter was going through the woods. He said: T must shoot some little birds today" He was go- ing to place when he saw some birds when he met a mother quail. She was watching the hunter. When she saw he was going near the place where her little ones were she was angry and flew to the nest.
 She said: "Oh, hunter, do not shoot my little ones.'
 Then the hunter said: T will not shoot your children. But how shall know them when I see them?"
 Oh" answered the mother, 'my children are the prettiest in the wood''
 Then the hunter went away. When he came back he held a string of little quails.
 When the mother saw them she be- gan to cry.
 The hunter asked her what was the matter.
 She said: You have killed my lit tie ones"
 The hunter said: T thought your children were the prettiest. These are ugly birds.''
 f'Did you know every mother thinks her own children the prettiest?"
 ISABELLE P. BOBSEIN, Age Il.
 Il.
 Norwich
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POET BY.
Little Boy.

l, Oh. little boy with eyes so brown Whose dimphng smiles owned ne'er g. frown,
 Where have you gone, whom once I knew?
 With flying time, have you flown too? Oh! little boy with golden hair And round, and wondrous baby stare You used to sit in my elbow A snug and perfect fit, you know. You used to toddle. if you please Though never, never did you tease. Oh! little boy who boasted then Not many inches more than ten. Where are you now? whom once vow loved so well. I'll yet allow, The memory of a happy day My heart and mind, again to sway. Just where your tiny feet once stood Now stands a tall. fair youth, so good, Within those same, brown, tender eyes Love looks beyond to future skies. Those chubby hands, now large and strong
 Will soon be glad to steer along Another craft, on lifes flood tide, Will I. perhaps, be at side7
 T. Oh! little boy. you've gone, oh- yes I've but little golden tress, Reminding me again, and oft When you were sweet, and young and soft
 !, And in your place, I'm proud to show What I now reap, what I did SOW. And yet your mothers greatest joy Is that you're still her little boy!
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ones came in their places, but he slept unmoved by all things until the bitter awakening.
 How many are like Rip Van Wrinkle They go to new places, form new ac- quaintances, their attention is ab- sorbed by new interests, and if final ly after a. lapse of many years they return to their old haunts they are as strangers in q strange land.
 The story of Rip Van Wrinkle is one which will always last and with it will come the thought that the world changes, whether we sleep or wake, and we change too, and cannot be lost to it no matter if like Rip Van Wrinkle we pass in slumber the hours others pass in action.
 RICHARD TOBIN. Age 12.
 Norwich
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A Brave Act.

Dear Uncle Jed: In springtime, be- fore the frozen soil has thawed, heavy rains and melting snow often causes the rivers to spread far and wide over their flood plains
 About year ago one of the Ohio rivers overfiowed it's banks and caused a bridge to float away. There was a house not far away. from which ut- tie boy saw the bridge floating away, and ran to try to save it, but 1t was too late. He quickly ran where trains go by and stood in front of one and made motions for the engineer to stop. but the angry engineer blew his whis- tie for him to get off the track. He stood there and didn't move so then the angry engineer knew that there was some danger
 MARTHA CASTER, Age 1L
 Colchester.
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The Accident.

One day, when I was about ten years old, my brothers and I went down to our neighbors to have some corn shelled. When we got down to the house it was about two o'clock, and we started to shell some corn at once.
 After awhile became cold and tired so my brothers told me to go and watch the horse. I sat on the seat and waited. When all at once the horse became tired and started to run home
 The woman in the house looked around and when she saw me in the wagon she told me to jump out, so did.
 My brothers ran after the horse, as the horse reached the gate the wagon hit the post and would have tipped over and the corn out, if my brothers had not caught him in time.
 He then brought the horse back and when we had put-the corn in we went home. When we got home it was five o'clock.
 was very thankful for safety.
 VERONICA ROCHELEAU, Age II.
 North Franklin.
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His School.
Colchester.

Dear Uncle Jed: am going to tell you about my school I have to study lots of lessons in school l study spelling, geography, reading. physiolo- gy, language. agriculture and arithme- Ntic.
 My school Is painted white. We have a very high hagpole. I am very fond of putting the flag up.
 go on my bicycle every day to school. I like to ride it. Sometimes go to Willimantic, but not very often. In winter we have jolly time sHd- ing down hill at school on double rip
 LOUIS POLLOCK, Age IL Eagieyille-
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The Story of Rip Van Wrinkle.

or all the tales of the sketch book the story of Rip Van Wrinkle is most widely known.
 Vip Van Wrinkle has claimed public sympathy ever since his troubles were first given to the world. I think his wife deserves sympathy. Who knows what sorrow she endured on seeing acre after acre of the form going into strange hands as the penalty of her husbands laziness. What sorrow and vexation Rip Van Wrinkle escaped as securely sleeping in the mountain hol- low. The seasons came and went
 Cannons thundered, war was in all the land. old faces were gone and new
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My Trip to a cornfieId,

We had a trip to a cornfield. We went two by two. Some travelled on foot and some with bicycles. We each had partner. One had to count the stalks and the other one had to write it down on a piece of paper. We each had to have ten rows one way and ten rows the other way. We made four squares on a piece of paper. We found
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Education.


 The idea of popular education was brought to the New World by our forefathers. Even in the wilderness, while the wolf provided about the log house, and the cry of the wild cat was still heard, the school and even the college were established
 A part of the public lands of the United States has, from the beginning been set aside for purposes of ed ucation. The ordinance of 17S7 for the government of the the Northwest Ter ritory devoted "section sixteen of every township" for maintaining pub lie schools. and, in making this gen erous provisions, stipulated that Ire ligion, morality, and knowledge be- ing necessary to good government and the happiness of mankind, schools and the means~of education shall be forever encouraged.
 In 164S, when Oregon was organ ized as a territory the ''thirty-sixt section" was also set apart for schools; and since then each new state has received both sections for ed- ucational purposes"
 At various times, also. other lands have been given. so that in all about 140,000, 900 acres have been devoted to the states for the support of com mon schools.
 Congress took time to consider a bill (1s62) granting 30000 acres of representative in congress, in order to maintain, in each state, what has since been known as the Agricultural College.
 In the United States the progress of education has been marvellous. In stead of nine colleges, as in pre- Rev olutionary times. there are five hun dred, several of which are worth over $10,000,000 and many over s1,- 900, 900.
 The common school is fostered in every part of the country. The daily free school bell now calls together. over 15,000, 900 children. who are be- ing, educated at an annual expense of over s200 GOO, 900.
 JESSIE BREHAUT.
 East Norwich, N '.
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THE WIDE AWAKE CIRCLE
BOYS AND GIRLS DEPARTMENT

Rulss for Young Writers. l. Write plainly on one side of the paper only. and number the pages. 2. Use pen and ink. not pencil 3 Short and pointed articles will be given preference. Do not use oveS 250 words.
 {. Original stories or letters only will be used.
 5. Write your name. age and ad- dr>ss plainly ot the bottom of the story.
 Address all communications to Un- cls Jed. Bulletin Omce.
Norwich bulletin., 1914-05-14
How 1bsx M.ds | Tent.

Dear Uncle Jed: I am going to tell you about our tent which he had in our yard. My brother and tied a clothesline between the house and tree. Then we put two draperies over the line. drove three pegs on each side and tied the sides down. We put a drapery at one end at night and left one end open. Through the day ye
Norwich bulletin., 1914-05-14
She Likes Her SchooImates.

My sister and I took a trip to Hart ford. We rode on the cars and had a very good time.
 I think I will learn how to sew next year. We have a lot of snow. My brother and I go sliding.
 When we come from school, I like to go sliding.
 We have some new bIackboards in my school room. My teacher likes them
 We have a lot of drawings on the walls of the school room.
 I like all my echoolmates.
 AGNES RUPPRECHT, Age 10. Gur1eVyille
Norwich bulletin., 1914-05-14
Acid Mouth

Dental authorities tell us that 95 out of every 100 per- sons have "acid mouth, the recognized cause of tooth decay.
 But science has found a way out.
 Follow your dentists advice and use
Norwich bulletin., 1914-05-14

Whatever you are-Be thatI Whatever you Say-Be trUoI Straightforwardly act. Be honest-in fact,
 Be nobody else but you"
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lots of corn smut on the corn.
 It wasn't a very good corniieid be- cause the people didn't take very good care of it. There was 8 brook near there, and so it was not very dry. The corn couldn't grow as. well as if it had not been a dry season. We had nice time We stayed there about an hour. It was about o'clock when we started home. got home at 6 o'clock
 My mother didn't know where I was. She thought that had got lost.
 Agnes Rupprecht was my partner. She didn't know how to do 1t, so l showed her. She liked to do it very much. I liked to do it. too.
 BERTHA FULLER, Age 10.
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dOulScAt IdAi5 HI ltlC IIORlCS. Most of the New England cities get 8 water supply at their door-within 5 or s mileslbut Boston and its as- sociated cities go 35 or 40 miles for their water supply and some of the Pacific coast cities about 250 miles, It is where they do not have a rain- fall sufficient to meet the needs of a great assembly of people that they
 have to go long distances to pond wa ter to drink.
 LETTERS OF. ACKNOWLEDGMENT Janice M. Grant, of Mt. Hope-I want to thank you for another nice
 Meadow Brook Girls Afioat. en- joyed reading it very much. Rose Breckenridge, of Norwich-I book got from Uncle Jed, Mother Ma ture Stories. I have read it through and found it very interesting. Harrittie Voucher, of versailles-I thank you very much for the prize book you sent me. I like it verp much. I have read it through. I am glad my letter was good enough to win a prize. Miriam Griswold, of Norwich Town -I llIdIk you very InuCH 1OT the pTlHS
 book you sent me. I have read it and found 1t very interesting. Winners Of Prize Books. 1-Richard Tobin, of Norwich
 Meadow Brook Girls Under Canvas. 2W. Herbert Larkam, of Norwich Town-Faith Gartney's Girlhood. S-Mary A. 8urriIl, of Stafford SpringsFBockers.
 +Leuis Max of Norwich-The Tal- isman.
 5-Mary Rybic, of Norwich-The Automobile Girls at Palm Beach 6-HeIen M. Reynolds. of Eagleville i-Dreamland
 7-Evon M. Broadhurst, of Norwich Automobile Girls Along the Hudson. s-LilIian Brehaut, of East Norwich, N, Y.-Meadow- Brook Girls Af1oat. Winners of books living in the city may call at the business office of The Bulletin at any hour after 10 &. m. on Thursday.
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Colonial Church Ways.


 The colonists were very much in ear nest about their religious ideas and customs. At some time in most of the colonies all persons were compelled to attend church on Sunday. The minis ter was usually the most highly edu- cated person in his neighborhood, and was looked up to with great respect by all classes of people. They asked his advice in family matters as well as in public affairs. The ministers had most influence in New England, and were often called in by the governors and judges to advise them in regard to the government
 In most of the colonies the Sabbath was kept very strictly. Little work was done in the home. and none out of doors The people went to church and heard very long sermons. The church buildings were plain and in the north ern colonies very uncomfortable in the winter, since there was nc way of heating them. The men wore their heavy coats ard women brought heat ed stones for their hands and feet In New England, if persons fell asleep during the service, an officer tapped them on the head with a rod, some times gently and sometimes severely.
 LILLIAN BREHAUT, Age 15.
 East Norwich, N. Y.
 The Adventures of a Postage Stamp.
 I am a red postage stamp. now oov- cred with dust, but I was once as bright and new as the rest I will tell you my adventures. said the stamp to the old rusty pen near it.
 I cannot remember my earliest days, but I know I was once carried from a large paper factory to a drug store. On the way we had great fun and in the drug store. I was also happy.
 One day a boy came in and bought me for che cent. He wee my back and placed me near the end of an envelope. He threw me into a green box and in half an hour a letter carrier took me to 8 large building called & postofhec. There I nearly escaped with my life. They pressed something heavy on me and the marks are there yet.
 I was not there long and so couldn't look around me. A great number of envelopes were picked out and put on a train. I was among them.
 After having a pleasant journey we were taken to a new postofffce- l was given to letter carrier who held me in his hand. After marching through a few streets he dropped me in this house.
 The little boy picked me up and af- ter looking at me he smiled and told me I was very useful.
 At last he tore me off and threw me in here. don't think I'm of much use now, do you?
 Noruyicb
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 20 years success proves Pebeco's saving power. A few weeks will prove its cleansing, whitening and polishing per lection. It is a real pleasure to use 1t.
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The St. Mary banner. (Franklin, Parish of St. Mary, La.) 1889-1931, 1914-08-29
DEPORTED A TWO-YEAR-OLD
Governor Of Russian Town Of kursk,
Sent Baby Away With Strong
Escort of Soldiers.

A baby was arrested and by means
of formidable blocking order, properly
signed, sealed and delivered, the gov
ernor of the town Of Kursk, in central
Russia, has made himself sufficiently
ridiculous to insist upon the solemn
deportation, under a stern escort of
armed soldiers, of an innocent two
year-old baby boy! The child is the
son of a Jewish dentist, M. Kohan.
The latter, with his wife, was ordered
to leave the town a few days ago.
The couple complied with the order,
but left their infant son with friends,
as he was in too delicate state of
health to travel during the cold
weather. Under the pretext that Jew
ish children must not live without
their parents outside a certain pre-
scribed area. the Jealous police ar
rested the baby and ordered the
friends of NJ Kohan to take immediate
steps to send the boy away. M.
Kohan's friends asked for delay 80
that they might communicate with
the parents, but the governor ordered
the baby to be sent away under an
armed escort comprised of soldiers
with fixed bayonets. This implies
travelling with criminals in rough
conveyances and sleeping in prisons
en- route until the infant reaches his
parents.
The St. Mary banner. (Franklin, Parish of St. Mary, La.) 1889-1931, 1914-08-29

her Bible. All. these Americans; they
are very amusing"
She was in magnificent voice to-
night. | wonder why she never sings
Garment"
Have | not said that she is too
GOLD? What! Would you see frost
grow upon the toreador's mustache?
And what a name, what a name!
Eleanora da Toscana."
.Courtlandt was not in the most
amiable condition of mind and a hint
of the ribald would have instantly
transformed a passive anger into a
blind fury. Thus, a scene hung pre-
cariously; but its potentialities be-
came as nothing on the appearance of
another woman.
This woman was richly dressed. too
richly. She was followed by q Rus
sian, huge Of body. Jovian Of counte-
nance. An expensive car rolled up to
the curb. A liveried footman jumped
down from beside the chauffeur and
opened the door. The diva turned
her head this way and that, thin
smile Of satisfaction stirring her lips.
For Flora Desimone loved the human
eye whenever it stared admiration into
her own; and she spent half her days
setting traps and lures, rather sue
cessfully. She and her formidable es.
cort got into the car which immedi-
ately went away with a soft purring
sound. There was breeding in the en-
CINE, anyhow, thought Courtlandt, who
longed to put his strong fingers around
that luxurious throat which had, but a
second gone, passed him so closely.
He turned down the Rue Royale, on
the opposite side, and went into the
Taverne Royale, where the patrons
were not over particular in regard to
the laws of fashion, and where certain
ladies with light histories sought
further adventures to add to their
heptamerons. Now, Courtlandt thought
neither of the one nor of the other. He
desired isolation, safety from intru-
sion; and here. did he so signify, he
could find it. He sat down at vacant
table and ordered pint of champagne,
drinking hastily rather than thirstily.
Would monsieur like anything to
eat?
No, the wine was sufficient.
Courtlandt poured out second glass
slowly. The wine dubbed up to the
brim and overlooked He had been
looking at the glass with unseeing
eyes. He set the bottle down impa-
tiently. Fool! To have gone to Bur-
ma. simply to stand in the golden
temple once more, in vain, to recall
that other time; the starving kitten
held tenderly in a woman's arms, his
own scurry among the booths to find
the milk SO peremptorily ordered. and
the smile of thanks that had been his
reward! He had run away when he
should have hung on. He should have
fought every inch of the way. i
Monsieur is lonely?"
A pretty young woman sat down be-
fore him in the vacant chair.
The St. Mary banner. (Franklin, Parish of St. Mary, La.) 1889-1931, 1914-08-29
"1s there not always a woman ?"

And she has disappointed mon
sieur?" There was no marked sym
pathy in the tone.
Since Eve, has that not been WON
ans part i'll the human comedy?" He
was almost certain that her lips be-
came firmer. Smile. if you wish. 1t
is not prohibitory here
She lifted the wine glass again. and
then he noticed her hand. 1t was
large, white and strong: it was not
the hand of woman who dallied, who
idled i'll primrose paths
Tell me, what is it you wish? You
interest me. at a moment, too, when |
really in trouble? Is there anything |
can do barring the taxicab ?"
She twirled the glass. uneasiIy. 81
am not in actual need of assistance"
But you spoke peculiarly regarding
loneliness"
Perhaps like the melodrama You
spoke Of the Ambigu-ComiQue."
you are on the stage?"
Perhaps
"The opera?"
Again perhaps"
He laughed once more, and drew his
chair closer to the table.
You followed me here. From
where?"
Followed you?" The effort to give
a mocking accent to her voice was a
failure.
Yes. The Idea just occurred to me.
There were other vacant chairs, and
The St. Mary banner. (Franklin, Parish of St. Mary, La.) 1889-1931, 1914-08-29
CHAPTER l.
Al the Stage Door.

courtIandt sat perfectly straight;
q. annie shoulders did not touch the
~ a. his chair; and his arms were
folded tightly across his chest. The
eharscteristic of his attitude was
4.nseness The nostrils were well de-
6ned IS In one who sets the upper
hv hard upon the neither. His brown
eyes-their gaze directed toward the
stase whence came the voice OF the
NINA donna epitomized the tension,
erpressed the whole as in a. word.
Just now the voice was pathetically
subdued, yet reached every part OF the
auditorium. kindling the ear with Its
singularly mellowing sweetness. To
Courtlandt It resembled. as no other
sound. the note Of a muffled Burmese
gong struck in the dim incensed cav
| en Of temple. A Burmese gong:
briefly and magically the stage, the
audience, the amazing CLEAN and scin-
tillation Of the Opera, faded. He
beard only the voice and saw only
he purple shadows in the temple at
Rangoon, the oriental sunset splash
Ing the golden dome, the wavering
Fights Of the dripping candles, the dead
1owers. the .kneeling deyotees, the
yellow-robed priests, the tatters OF
pldleaf, fresh and old, upon the rows
n placid grinning Buddhas. The
French horns blared and the timpani
HAhed The curtain sank slowly.
The audience rustled, stood up, sought
10 wTaps, ind passed toward the ex-
~ and The grand staircase. 1t was
I'll oyes.
CouIliandt took his leave in leisure.
Here ~ there he saw familiar faces,
ut the after the finding glance, he
endoo1ly avoided. He wanted to be
alsae Outside he lighted cigar, not
ee1uae q that moment he possessed
Mving fcr nicotine, but because like
- nsestate smokers he believed that
seeAcce onduced to clarity of thought.
~ u4hap It did. At least, there
yfeseA followed a mental calm that
lell ~ this confusion. The goal
sazee - waned as he gazed down
avenue with its precise rows
Far away he could discern
e sue of the brooding Louvre.
- Nas not the least hope In the
WIN M him to proceed toward his