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Norwich bulletin., 1914-10-08
THE POOL

Near us there Is 6 great sheet of shallow water called The Pool. Around its edge is located suga. orchards. cu1- tivatcd fields, native hard and soft woods and great pastrres.
 Tn and about this pool many living things dwell. The orchard. the wood lots and eve1s the paatrrss are laid off into streets. alleys. long highways and croAs lanes 50 narrow, Sc concealed or even SO wide that to your eyes there may appear nothing but ths Dathlsds woods or the pasture ccW paths. But each is 6 legally laid out affair to the inhabitants and also dedicated to the public uss by being used without ob- 3oc4ion for over twenty years.
 In the orchard and wooded lands each street ts bordered by densciy populated Set of apartment houses and residences. The apartment buildings ars each supplied with hsssmeats and sub -bssamsnts wtaiis above ground many of them tower tenement afteF tsnement-rssular sity seraoers.
 At certain seasons Of the year life and motion arc more active and nos tfceab1a than at others. Many of the citizens of this placs arc quick tr movements while others arc very slow RA there are those without feet, others with one foot. many with two fest D few with three. more with four ez yiz or eight and millions with many seet as the place is dsnsely populated
 One thing attracted my ettentia1a- friends occupy the same building Witt Eoes Fashions rule, While a Ger. tain few can afford and do wear fz, IT feathers even abeIt ths zaazt GaEal
Norwich bulletin., 1914-10-08

peeped in. The flour was very near the bottom, so was the cooky. Theo- dore leaned and reached The next thing he knew he was in the barrel very floury and surprised. But the cooky was there too, and that was the main thing. He picked it up and brushed the flour off, then happily nib- bling 1t he closed his eyes and began the second half of his nap. z
 Grandfather had just driven the last COW into the pasture when mother came back home. They went into the house together.
 Where's Theodorei" they said in unison; and then the search began upstairs, downstairs, and in my lady's chamber, both calling, Theodore! Theodore!" And I do not know where the search would have ended had not Theodore finished the second half o1 his nap and gaify answered: "Coor- roopi"
 Did you ever." gasped mother. as she lifted Theodore out of the houl barrel and began dusting him oft. "Nc I never." answered grandfather CHARLES A. BROMLEY, Age 13- Norwich.
Norwich bulletin., 1914-10-08
My Ducks.

I had three bantams, one rooster and two bullets. The two bullets wanted to set about the same time, so I thought l would try some ducks eggs. bought six eggs and put three under each bantam. One of the bantams was on the nest about week. She got tired of sitting on the nest. She stayed off the nest so long the eggs got chilled, and they were no good.
 The other bantam stayed on the nest all the time. When four weeks wfre up, the shells began to crack. had three ducks out of three eggs. One of the ducks died. I was looking for 1t everywhere and I found out the hantam had scratched it under the nest. The duck was the same color as the nest and did not notice 1t under there for quite 8 while. The ducks grew and grew until now. they are of good size. Whenever the bantam gets out of their sight they quack till they find her.
 The ducks are larger than the ban tam. She is very proud of the ducks am going to keep the ducks so as to have ducks eggs.
 FRANK PARDY, Age Is.
Norwich bulletin., 1914-10-08
Lebanon.
Jack Pumpkins Story.

The bright September moon peeped rom it's hiding place, a heecy cloud, and threw its rays on Farmer Green ash heap.
 An old parsnip, half buried in ashes. said to a pumpkin that lay propped up against a tin can:
 Please tell me story, MT. Pump kin. I am very restless and think a story will ease me"
 All right, Miss Parsnip. I shall tell you the story of my hfe." replied the pumpkin.
 1.-TWO days ago was over there in the garden with my brothers and sis- ters. It was the same kind of an even- about an inch away from me and he said:
 Tomorrow night is Halloween and we will be picked 'I laughed at the thought and re- phed: They may take you. but moi ''The next evening was bit afraid when the farmers children came run nlng into the garden. One, a bright little girl of six, came directly to me | and pulled me from my place.
 Oh. look!' she cried, I have found dandy pumpkin. He will make a fint l pumpkin moonshine' T was taken to the house and tht farmer cut my head off, and then h, | scraped out my insides and cut two eyes, nose and a mouth with a knif, | Tor me I was then completed anf was very proud. T was placed on a shelf and lief there until after supper. Then I wal i candle in me. AVJzzs l The i-l>-e girl then carried me t, friends house. As she was placin: me on a window sill she let me fall an, was broken. I was no good an, more, and was thrown here, and her | I ann"
 "I like your story very much" sai, the parsnip. Some time I will tel | you my storyn
 WALTER GAvIGAN, Age 12. WilIiruantic
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The Honest SpeIIer.

In a country school a large class was standing to spell. In the lesson there was a very hard word The leacner put the word to the pupil at the head, and he missed it.
 She passed 1t to the next, and the next, and so down the whole class till 1t came to the last pupil, the smallest child in the class, and he spelled it rlsht-at least, so the teacher under stood-and he went to the head, above self
 The teacher then turned and wrote the word on the blackboard. so they might all see how it was spelled.
 But no sooner was it written than the little boy cried out:
 oh! didn't spell it so, Miss Ward l said instead of i."
 And he went back to the foot of his own accord, more quickly than he had gone to the head
 Here was an honest boy. It would always have been thought he spelled the word correctly if he had not told the truth. He was too honest to take any credit that did not belong to him
 JESSIE BREHAUT.
 East Norwich, N. Y.
Norwich bulletin., 1914-10-08
THE WIDE AWAKE CIRCLE
BOYS AND GIRLS DEPARTMENT

falling leaf, but there is no reason why
 they should. The falling leaf says to
 intelligent persons: "A full life spent
 work we'll done!"
 The leaves on the trees represent
 the great working force necessary to
 make the tree what God meant it
 should be. 8 thing of beauty and use.
 The leaves make starch for the trees
 to use. Each leaf has many little
 mouths-resembling little slits in the
 thin skin, with two guard cells on
 each side, like lips. They make an open passageway from the air to the
 green tissue, or from the tissue to the air.
 are wonderful little crystals shaped like double convex lenses and they have to do with the starch-making. No man could. invent lenses like these which bring the suns light to bear upon carbon dioxide and water and make them into starch. This starch has to be changed to sugar before the tree can use it. Su- gar can become fluid while starch can- not, and this flows through the tree and it is from this T7e get our maple sugar which is made from the sweet ened sap.
 The trees have made their growth for the year and the leaves arc drop ping because they are of no further use to the tree except to cover the ground and form a mat which protects | the roots from the frost The work of the tree this year in cludes the making of the leaves fo1 next year and they are all folded up iI buds and will not be released unti the heat of the sun calls them fortt next April.
 1 Every leaf is a sign of industry aIl6 l faithfulness--a symbol of truth. It has ] been true to every purpose for whict | it was designed.
 l The sun gives the leaves color ac- cording to the crystals they have made and their pretty colors are their re. | wards of merit.
 The leaves in the falf are in grad
 uation day dress, which is also thei1 diploma for a complete course.
 The falling leaf is not a sign of sad ness for in working for the tree il
 has worked for us and by the sugar oi the maple tree and the fruits and nuts
 of other trees we are nourished and blessed.
Norwich bulletin., 1914-10-08
LETTERS TO UNCLE JED.
The Wicked Weasels.

Dear Uncle Jed:--A few days ago l walked through the woods till came to a great ledge. It was about hfteen feet high. and over hundred Tn steep slope.
 N hen I got up to the foot of the ledge, suddenly noticed l was on top of a high hill, that was covered wita woods. I had never been there before, as 1t was nearly two miles from the house, and I had doubtless wandered off my cousre while trying to hEd walnut trees. For when the walnuts are ripe. l know just where to go, 1T 1 look the trees up beforehand. It was certainly wild place,
 had seen several gray squirrels and countless red ones, and also chip . hunks. near the ledge. but when l came they all ran in different direc- GonS, some however ran into large heap of stones at one end of the ledge.
 Then it came to me to climb to the top of the ledge. and might be able to get a good view of the surrounding country, which is always my desire. 1 had a hard climb, but when l did get up I noticed on one side or the ieuse the taiiest ot the trees were just est looked like one great sea of green leaves, huttering in the breeze, some places lower than others. While l was thinking of this, heard
 Shrill cry that startled me! At first it sounded in the tree tops, and then
 in the rock, but finally I located it. Do you remember the old pile of rocks at one end or the ledge? It was in this, that the cry came from. Soon it sounded again, but it did not alarm me this time. l knew that it was squirrel in trouble. so I de- scended the Ieoge anu went 10 Ine | rocks. I looked in between the stones | and soon I saw, as if half dead and alive, a red squirrel come staggering | into view.
 I could see drop of blood back | of his left eye, where a weasel had bit him.
 Soon the squirrel disappeared behind
 a rock. and just after that came a | weasel. l imagined 1 could see the blood of the squirrel. He was snuffing and felt sure of his game. | He soon disappeared behind the
 rock where the squirrel went, and once more the cry sounded till it died dowr | itself, which meant that the squire
 had been killed.
 l Measles are travelling pests ant | sleep in the night, though when gam, comes near them they take it an, time.
 They always hide in stone walls O.
 piles, somewhere where there are n, people to disturb them.
 | Wide-Awakes should know the kind
 of trees and the habits of differen animals and birds.
 | MYRoN ENGLAND. Age 14 Norwich Town
Norwich bulletin., 1914-10-08
STORIES WRITTEN BY WIDE
 AWAkES.
KiIerea Abbey and the Ross.

We left Cork for the suburbs ard
 took the train at Capwell on the Cork and Macroom railroad. We saw beau
 tiful views of the outlying parts of the
 city. We saw Vernon Mount. Frank field Hill, the Military barracks. the
 hillside of Sundays Well. In this place
 the ilI-fated Lord Edward Fitzgerald
 lay concealed for time in 1928.
 We passed the city water works, the
 insane asylum and Mount Desert, then sides of US. We saw large mounds of
 rolling ground with large fields with
 fine hedges dividing them on the Sfop-
 ing sides. large herds of fat cattle
 were grazing in fine grass and clover
 fields. In the valley and on the slop-
 care of by shepherd with two or more shepherd dogs watching the sheep.
 We saw the dogs go after sheep that went away from the flock and lead her back again. This was very l interesting to me.
 We reached Ballincollig, a small village, the chief attraction of which l is a military establishment made up of | cavalry and artillery barracks. Until recently there was a powder mill there. It was accidentally blown up eight years ago. Near the depot there is a 1 stately ruin of 8 castle built by a fam l fly named Barrett in the reign of Ed ward III.
 As we left the depot and walked | along the valley to the north about l two miles we came to the old church of Inniscarra, Sweet 1nniscarra,' D l made famous by Chauncey Olcott, the actor. The village is built on the | junction of the rivers Lee and Ban don. Here we took a jaunting cal | and our next stop was at Kilcrea 1 church. This church was founded in l 1465 by Lord Corrlac MacCarthy for l Franciscan Friars. and the founder is I buried there, but nothing is left to mark his grave. An altar tomb is Dennis MacCarthy O. that century is also there. A short way from the 1 Abbey is Kilcrea castle. covered with ivy. It looks beautiful The tower is | 70 feet high. The castle was built by
 Lord MacCarthy tn defend the Abbey | A little ways to the west we viewed 1 tho Kiicrea hoss. We wers shown the place where the last wolf in Ireland was killed carly in tho last century I The enclosed card is m illustratio of Kilcrea Abbey, and saw sheer
 grazing there just as they are in the | picture.
 RICHARD W. roBIN. .IR- Age 12. Norwich.
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The Adventure of Theodore.

Theodore aged two and one-ha1f opened his eyes halfway, then all the way, then he winked and blnked and stretched. A noise had wakened him before his nap was half slept out The noise was the slanIning of the screen door behind grandfather, as he hur- ,ried to drive the cattle out Of the corn.
 Grandfather was taking charge of Theodore while mother made a call, but of course he had to run when he saw the cattle in the corn. IT he thought of Theodore at all he thought he was sound asleep and would need no looking after for a while.
 Theodore rolled off the couch onto thick rug, picked himself up, and started for the pantry. He remem- oered mother had been making cookies just before Se went to sleep. ana that she always made two for him.
 Mother had gone but the cookies were there spread upon she!I. ine shelf was so high Theodore could reach only one cookie, and so he was very much disappointed, when he dropped that into the flour barrel; but Ineo- dore was not boy who gave UT easily, so he dragged a stool close tc the barrel climbed upon It. ane
Norwich bulletin., 1914-10-08
POETRY.

Little Brown Hands. They drive home the cows from the
 pasture,
 Up through the long. shady lane. Where the quail whistles loud ln the
 wheat fields,
 That are yellow with ripeniug grain. They fini in the thick, waving grass Where tho scariet-lippcd strawberry They gather the earliest snowdrops, And the first crimson buds Of the They tcss the new hay in the meadow: They gather the elder r-bfoom Wnlte; They find where the dusiSy grapes pur- ;. Tn the soft-tintcd October light. They know where the apples hang
 ripest,
 And are sweeter than 1taly's wines; They know where the fruit hangs the On the long, thorny blackberry
 vines, They gather the delicate seaweed, And build tiny castles of sand; Fairy barks that have drifted to
 land;
 They wave from the tall. rocking tree
 tops
 Where the orioles hammock swings; And at night time are folded in slum-
 Der
 By a song that fond mother sings Those who tell bravely are strongest: The humble and poor become great; And so from these brown-handed chil-
 dren Shall grow mighty rulers of state. The pen of the author and states
 man
 The noble and wise of the land The sword, and the chisel, and pal
 ette,
 Shall be held in the brown. little
 hand,
 M 1T Kro,,t.
Norwich bulletin., 1914-10-08
Picking RIueberries.

One day my mother, sister, aunt two younger brothers and went blue- aering over to a pasture mile from our house. We walked, and carried with us a twelve quart basket, a five quart basket, beside each one having a two-quart pail. We were having a fine time and had picked about ter quarts. when suddenly it began to rain, so we went under some trees The shower only lasted about five minutes, and then we began picking berries again.
 There were not many more quarts in the baskets before 1t began to thunder and tighten. We started home with the large basket and one pail full
 When we reached home we were all soaking wet though we hurried as fast as we could.
 We did not have good luck that day but we went another day that week and picked about thirty quarts od berries.
 MARY BURRILL, Age 12.
 Stafford Springs.
Norwich bulletin., 1914-10-08
The Experiences of Aqua.

Dear Uncle Jed:-Aqua was little water baby. He lived with his mother in the ocean He used to play with the fishes.
 One day he asked the sun if he could go up in the sky and see the whole earth. So the sun went down and got him.
 At night when the sun was about to set and it was going to be dark Aqua wanted to go back on the earth. So he sun dropped him down and he fell on a rosebud.
 In the morning when the sun rose Aqua wanted to go up the second time so the sun went down and got him again. At night Aqua wanted to go back on the earth again. /
 This time Aqua dropped on the mountain side, we call it rain; then rolled into a pond and then into the river, and then he went into the ocean with his mother.
 AGNES SULLIVAN, Age Il.
 TIucaSyille.
Norwich bulletin., 1914-10-08
Removes
 Drink Crave

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 DRUG HABIT SUCCESSFULLY
 TREATED.
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LETTERS OF ACKNOWLEDGEMENT.

C. Marie Wheeler, of Stonington received the prize book and thank you very much for it. It is a very nice book and like 1t, for it is my first book from you. I will write again soon.
 Elsie B. Bromley, of Norwich-I want to thank you for the lovely prize thinks you make the boys and girls pretty nice presents.
 Marian Wheeler, of stonington II received the book yesterday for which I thank you very much. I am more pleased than can tell you. will write again soon.
 EstelIa Adams, of Eagleville = thank you very much for the prize book entitled Water Babies. I have read it and like 1t very much.
 P. s. My petunia has 255 blossoms on it.
 ..lena krauss, of New Bedford--l thank you very much for the lovely eprize book you sent me.
 Harriet Graham, of Taftvi1le-Thank you for the prize book of the Missing Tenderfoot. I have read some Of il and it is very interesting.
 Dorothy Rasmussen, of Norwich--l thank you for the prize book. It is very interesting and I am so pleased with it.
 WINNERS OF PRIZE BOOKS.
 Lillian Brehaut, of East Norwich N. Y.-The Boy Scouts in Maine Woods.
 2-Walter Gavigan, of willimantic-- Adventures of Robinson Cruose.
 s-L. M. G. of Lebanon-Andersen's Fairy Tales.
 2-Frank Pardy, of Norwich-The Boy Scouts Through Big Timber.
 5-charIes A. Bromley. of Norwich Black Beauty.
 6-Rita Bell Merifeld, of Baltic Tho Three Little Women's Success.
 IRena krauss, of New Bedford Mass.-Three Little Women.
 s-Myron J. Rineland, of Norwicl Town-Roy Scouts Woodcraft.
 9-Riehard w, Tesin, Jr, of Nor wich-Two books. Young Engineers. UNCLE JEp'S TALK TO WIDE
 AWAkEs.
 Some folks get sad at tight of tn
Norwich bulletin., 1914-10-08
A Moenliaht Auto Ride.

Dear Uncle Jed: I thought I would vrite and tell you about my ride home rom Taftville.
 We started for New Bedford at 8 o'clock Labor day night. Thnre Tve''a ve of us in a large touring car. A -iend of ours, his wife, my mother. ather and I.
 We passed through many small vil- ages, where we could see one or two tights twinzling through the windoT"-e
 We travelled on one road all the time. My father was wol4e we were nearing Gree"e
 " IS this side of Plainfield, when we saw two men coming down the pad. He SlacKeneQ Gne speed and sked the nearest man:
 sir, is this the right road to '-eeoe%'
 The road isn't too green, but if you keep goins s.lL-e-
 ct therei"
 The answer was so unexpected we
Norwich bulletin., 1914-10-08
Vacation Days at Block Island.

Dear Uncle Jed:-Last summer we all went to Block Island, my two brothers, Arthur and Richard, and my sister Dorothy. First we went to a hotel The name is The Manisses Manisses means Little Gods Island" The Indians called it that.
 There were two light houses. One was called the North Light and the other was called the South Light. We went to see them. and rode all around the island to the Indian graveyard.
 My brothers walked to Beacon Hill where the signal fires used to be tc keep ships from going on the rocks There are 127 fresh water ponds on the
 We saw big sword fish too, and went to Pebbly Beach, where the, find garnets among the stones.
 The name of the bathing beach is Crescent Beach, where we went il every warm day.
 There was a n1aSuuerade at the hotel and we were in it and dressed up
 was Japanese girl, and my iitI.t sister was a bride, and my little broth CT was a cowboy. and my big brother was a clown, and there were other funny children, too. They took a pie ture of us all all.
 There was a harbor with fishing boats, and a little shell store. They s6ld swords from the swordhshes, and sea urchins.
 Il thought the lobster pots were al chicken coops on the beach. The old men came down on the beach to gel sea weed in dump carts drawn by oxen.
 RITA DELL MERRIFILD, Age Il.
 Rattle
Norwich bulletin., 1914-10-08
The one.Word Story.

The one-word story can be the fun niest. indoor game imaginable if the players have plenty of imagination and native wit.
 They sit in a circle, and one begins a story by saying just one word. His neighbor gives the second word. and this continues round and round the circle. A player who cannot supply a word, or who uses a word that does not make sense, must leave the circle. The keenest part of the game comes when only two or three are left. The one who survives after all the others have failed wins.
 LILLIAN BREHAUT.
 East Norwich, N. Y.
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horse from the stable and started for Lebanon.
 When we arrived there my father said there was another week before school commenced, so went back to Columbia with Uncle, where l spent the happiest days of my vacation. l.. M. C., Age 15. Lebanon
Norwich bulletin., 1914-10-08
My Trip to the Fair.

Dear Uncle Jed:-I thought I would write and tell you about my trip to the fair.
 My father, mother. brother and l started about nine o'clock in the morn Q ct hrre aho''r L. We put our horse out at Mir. Brown ing's, who lives near the grounds,
 aen we got on the grounds I looked at the poultry in the poultry building. I spent a quarter Of dollar on the merry -go-round.
 About one o'clock, we bought our tickets and went on the grandstand.
 After we had seen the races, and the performing on the stage we went of from the grandstand and were h''ev looking at the flying machine. Then we walked around the ground.
 After having a treat of ice cream we came home.
 NUDE ROBINSON. A~e 1"
 Yantic. si. ] HEe H4Es10N
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nu,., "a, yo,,,. Writer..

Rules for Youns Writers.
 { W-lt alnly on one side of the paper only. and nunoer tae pages. 2 Use 'en anu ink. not pencil 6. Snort and putnted articles vii De given preference. Do not use ove' 26O words. | Original stor;es or letters onss will be used.
 s. Write your name. age aud ad dr..s plainly ot the bottom Of the ctory
 Address ah communications to Un- cie Jed Bulletin On1ce.
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Whatever you are-Re that. Whatever you say--Be true1 Straiahtforwardly act De honest-4n fact,
 Be nobody eiso 5at you