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Norwich bulletin., 1914-06-04
JOEY JOY, A ROLLICKING BOY
Back to School Again.

When Joey Joy awoke and came down to breakfast resolved to go to school there was quite a conflict of doubt and fear in his mind. There are times when a boy looks and feels sheeP:sn.
 Joey's mother noticed he was not happy, and sine greeted him cheerfully, saving:
 ..Joey, you do not know how glad you, make me feel when you resolve to do right. 1 guess the teacher will not be hard with you if you go right in like little man.
 .1 wish it was all, over' said Joey. .'Golly! Don't it make chap feel mean. If I'd only known what playing hockey meant, shouldn't have been in such a scrape. I never thought it meant such a scrape as this"
 We all make mistakes,'' said Mrs. Joy. "and when we realize we have gone wrong we should then hasten to do right, whatever the cost
 T can't tell anybody how ashamed I feel said Joey, but I'm going right again this morning"
 He did not eat very heartily and the last bell was ringing when he left home. for he did not want to stand around with the scholars and be greeted as a runaway. When he reach ed the schoofhouse the boys were al- most all in and the master was stand ing in the door looking pleasant and as Joey approached he said. smiling:
 Glad to see you back, Joey! Come right in!''
 I'm glad to be back. sir" said Joey. and the thermometer of hope rose to 70 degrees in the shade right away. He went confidently to his seat and he thought the worst was over.
 The scripture lesson was read and the master made nice prayer asking the Lord to love and to bless eRch and every pupil. There was such an at mosphere of peace in the room that Joey did not think anything serieu.s could take place
 When the master ceased te petitieR the Lord. then glared at Joey, rsashed over and grasped his mahogany feFule and commanded:
 Joseph Joy! Come te the front of the desk and toe the mark, sirl'' a spirit of rebellion stirred ia Jeey's breast and his reply was;
 "I will not dc it.p and he didn't,
 The master made his way to Jeey's dselk and as an evidence of his intent struck Joey hard blow across the back with the fefnIe, and Joey sPFaHg into tls aisle and put quite a distance between himself and the teacher, whe gree111 fiR wjth sBeh aa asalzring = ssI & A1ztz zaade
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1 the pupils giggle and the master all l the angrier, and he was dragged into the recitation room and advised to quiet down and be respectful; but who ever knew a person insane with anger to quiet down.
 Matters went from bad to worse in the recitation room and the master went for his rawhide and Joey slipped down the cellar stairs just to find>> a better battle-ground. When the master returned and found Joey had gone down cellar he called to him to come up and Joey refused to obey. Joey was in utter rebellion and he had plan to escape the fogging l which was to give the master a run for his pains, fly upstairs and lock 1 him down and then leave for home. As Joey did not come up the mas ter with his irawhide went into the 1 cellar and lively lodging and sprint ing match was the result, and the old rawhide lash snapped, but Joey never received a blow.
 | Finally he made dash for the stairs to complete his plot but the lash or the rawhide acting as @ lasso caught Joey Joy by the ankle and he l was prisoner and his plan had fail ed. He did not understand the art or surrendering and the teacher was too heated and inconsiderate to par ley with him. He was raWhided and | when he went home he was as striped as 2. zebra because of the red welts upon his body.
 It was over at an awful price and Joey Joy tried to see the justice of it, but he couldn't. The boys liked Joey because he was a fighter, and that was why. the teacher didn't like him. When he went home he didn't look any happier than when he left in the morning, he didn't feel any better and his eyelids were red with weeping. which his mother noticed, but she did not say anything and he did not com plain. He did net dare to tell of his trouble with tAe teacher for fear his father would think it necessary te add thrashing just to make the sum total complete: In those Bible-read- ing, praying days they did not dare spare the rcd for fear they would spoil the child.
 There was nc chance for Joey Joy te be spoiled in that Warhe saw Rething for himself in life but a fight ing chance and he was in the conflict te stay.
 Fhis was not the fast time he ever played hockey, but it was the fiercest experience he ever had in his school days.
Norwich bulletin., 1914-06-04
The shipwrecked Sailors.

One day as James was walking on the beach the waves threw something up on the sand by his feet. When he looked at it he found it was a bottle. He broke it on a rock and found a note inside. It read like this:
 Sprung leak last night when the storm was raging and want help. The boys are trying to pump it out" Sign ed, U.- S. s. Nebraska
 As soon as Frank read it he thought of his brother, who was at sea. he did not know on which ship. He ran to the life saving station, where the savers are always waiting. Frank was always a friend of the savers and always went with them.
 The captain took the note and read 1t. Then he gave his orders and all the men jumped up and launched a couple of boats and put on full speed. After they had got out as far as Cari- ma island they heard a call for help. Then they saw the light of torch.
 The savers went as fast. as they could Soon they came to the little raft upon which Franks brother and three more men were being tossed in amongst the waves.
 They took them aboard and started toward home. The savers won a medal for their good work
 WILLIAM D. BUCKLEY. Age Il.
 New London
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Colchester.
Our Pets.

We have a white rat. Her name is Snowdrop. We had another white rat but she died. We keep Snow drop in a large box with holes in the c'.Ver to let in the air.
 We have a horse called Chub. He is brown. He likes candy very much and he will eat it from my hand. When l go near him he will stretch out his head to see if he can smell candy.
 One of our chickens gets on his back She is black and white. She gets on the backs of some of the. other horses, too. She stays in the barn and the horses are careful not to hurt her with their feet
 We have pony called Madge She just came today, so have not ridden on her yet. I expect to learn to.
 We also have dog called Spot and a cat. Tabby. They are good friends. They eat together sometimes. Tab by catches many mice.
 Once we set a trap and a mouse was caught Tabby saw it and she she took the mouse and the trap down stairs. She had the mouse in her mouth and the mouse's head was still in the trap.
 have written about Spot Before. My father bought him from a lady who lived in a house near the paper mill. When we are going past the house she lived and he is with us he goes up to the window and puts his paws on the window frame and looks in.
 ALICE M. GoRAIAN, Age II.
 Versailles.
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The Adventures of a Little Mouse.


 A long time ago there lived in a wall of a house a family of mice. There were three little mice whose names were Pinky. Silver and Furry. There was also a mother. Silver and Furry often made fun of poor little Pinky because hs was the baby of the family.
 One day Pinky came running in to his mother
 "Oh, Mother. there is some kind of an animal out here. He is larger than "Pinky. you must not go near that animal.' said his mother
 What is its name?" asked Pinky. Tt is a cat" said his mother. with a tremble in her voice. Pinky did not notice this tremble.
 One day his curiosity grew too great and he ran out of the yard to peek around the corner. When Pounce the cat caught Pinky by the ear and car ried him into a little room. Very soon the cat dropped Pinlzy and away he went home to his mother.
 Why Pinky. where have you been ?-' asked his mother.
 T got caught by the cat.- said Pinky
 But. Pinky. you promised you would not go near the cat" said his mother 70 Yes. I know I broke my promise" 1" said poor little PinlSy.
 You will have to go to bed now, for being such a naughty boy" said his mother. And to bed Pinl1y had to 90
 When he came down in the morn ing his brothers made still more fun of him than usual KATHARINE HAMPSTEAD, Age II. Norwich
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ing and burning all tho time. I ussd-
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Norwich bulletin., 1914-06-04
The Indians,

 Dear Uncle Jed: I am going to write you about the life of the Indians when Columbus found them.
 Their color wa like that of an old piece of copper and they spoke a dif- ferent language.
 Most. of the Indians lived in small huts caled wigwams, which they made from bark of trees and skins of anil mals.
 They did not have horses. cattle or sheep, but most of the tribes had dogs for hunting.
 The Indians had no tools or weapons made of iron or steel. but they made knives and hatchets from pieces of flint They used bows and arrows also.
 The women. or squaws.- did most of the work They hood corn and to- baccc. with clam shells. They did the cooking. sewing and moving. The men did the hunting. fishing and fight ing.
 They had numerous battles or quar- rels between themselves and the white people.
 AGNES FORBES. Age 13.
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The Game of the Dollar Mark.

Dear Uncle Jed: This is new game I have made principally for c party. and to send to you.
 Have all the contestants sit in one row if possible, as far away as they need to be that they may not copy from their neighbors
 Furnish them with paper and pen cil and have them write down all the letters. figures. or anything they can make from the dollar mark (s).
 This game will prove interesting as well as amusing for people young and old will find pleasure in it.
 A prize may be awarded the win ner. or there may be no prizes Wheth- CT prizes are given or not, I am sure it will furnish amusement the whole time it lasts to young and old alike. and is always interesting to the con- testants. Do not allow anyone to hand in a slip without his or her name on 1t
 GEORGE FARRELL. Age 14.
 Norwich
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90 poorly that my folks thoughhIwas going into consumption. One day I found piece of paper blowing around the yard and picked ftup- end read it It said 'Sared from the Crave, and told what Lydia E. Pmkham'sVegeta- hle Compound has done for women I showed it to my husband and be said. Why don't tIyoutry ftf' So Ldh and after had tahen two bot<1es I felt better andI IsxidEtomyh hnsband Iden't need any more end heeaid You had better take it . Etx3e ,loneer-@yWay.' So I took it for thpee mouk28 and got well and strong" "-Mra AEosUo. E. BxKER, Tecnmseh St, .Afhian, Meh.
 Not We'll Enough to Work.
 In these words is h5ddenr rfhe tngedy of many swomsn, .hoWskeepsrDrvaes earner who uppoetsheEneifa and helping to support ,asfsn1y. ,on ,neagrs wages Whefhex in. .houss, of6ca, fac tory, shop, store r kihchn, woman should remember that there isme' tried and true remedy for t1s Ms tovhich. .aA women are prone, and tnatfs Lydia-E Pinkham's Vsgetabae Compound h promotes that vigprwfich naikss work easy. The Lydia E. PnkhAn Nedicina Co, Lynn, Mas.
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LETTERS TO UNCLE JED.
A Dsv at the Beach

Dear Uncle Jed: I will tell you about our going to the sea shore last summer.
 As we had boarders our little auto was not large enough for us all so we hired an auto truck
 We decided we should go Sunday morning. It took us all day Saturday to get ready. We started early so we might stay longer. It was long ride. When We got there we put up the tent. The water was warm. |. After dinner the tide went out and we dug clans. That was the most fun of all.
 At last 1t was time to go home. Everyone would like to have stayed longer, but if we did we would have been late home. On our way home we stopped at a store and bought some ice cream and soda water
 We got home at half past ten. We were all tired enough to go to bed
 RUTH LAPPIE, Age Il.
Norwich bulletin., 1914-06-04
A Pencil.

l am a little blue pencil. I was large cedar tree. One day large cart came into the woods with six men in it. One man said.
 Ih1s Is the best tree here. so we will cut it down.
 Crash, crash, crash went the tree, and 1t fell to the ground
 Then they took me to the bank of a river;s they left me there for two days, then took me to a lumber fac tory where was cut up into logs; then was put into a large machine where was cut into little round sticks, then I was opened and large sticks of lead were put into me.
 Then l was sent to a factory, where I was painted blue. Some parts of me were sent to many stores and sold at two cents each
 One day a lady came into the store with her little girl
 "Oh, nanma!'' said the little girl. these are the pencils I want" So | was wrapped up in paper and put in the little girls hand
 When she got home she showed me to her papa Then she put me In a box and took me to school. The nrst thing she did was to put me in 8 pencil sharpener. then she took me to large desk, where I saw many beautiful sights. Then VI got very small and she threw me in the waste basket.
 Then 9 boy who emptied the basket threw me in a large fire where I was burned up. The boy stood watching me till 1 was burned out. So there l lay in a heap of ashes.
 ANNA MARIA wHELAN.
 Norwich
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Ella.

One night as l was walking home my attention was arrested by a soft sweet voice. Turning around, I found at my elbow a pretty little girl who begged to be directed to certain street in distant quarter of the city. Her clothes were poor and ragged and there were tears in her blue eyes.
 The child interested me, and as we walked along she told me the saddest story I had ever heard. Her name was Ella, she said, and she and am other girl lived in some sort of a shed on Pleasant street,a dreadful place. I remembered. down near the docks.
 Can't you tell me all about it from the beginning?" I asked
 Alter few minutes, she began: "My father was a drunkard. We used to live in a little tenement with two rooms. Father earned plenty of money, but he spent it sometimes for drink. Then he would strike my moth CT and beat me. Mother used to cry all the time. She hid the little money she earned washing to support herself and me
 We went on in this way for seven years. At last mother died, I used to sit by her grave every day and cry. Che day my grandmother drove up in a carriage and took me away. My father was very angry and tried to get me back; but grandma kept me out of his way. I lived with her three years, such happy years, and then she, too, died. was very sorry and thought my fla ther would take me back; but no one knew where he was.
 Someone told me two men would come and take me to the asylum. I did not know what kind of place it was. and I did not want to go there, so ran away and have been wandering about for year, selling little things and getting whatever I could. I stay with another girl at night. Her name is Jenny, and she has no folks, either. She steals to get a living, but I don't T have told you my story, and now will you please tell me which street to take?"
 You must not go back there" said. T will take you home with me I have little sister that is just about your age"
 The girl was crying. but she put her hand trustfngly in mine. Ella and the little sister are great cflums.
 MARY A. BURRILL. Age F.
 Stafford Springs.
Norwich bulletin., 1914-06-04
My Farm.

About three miles from the town of Soicnester IS a quaint little old farm. It Is on the Murphy road crossing which connects the Norwich turnpike and the Chestnut Hill road
 The farm contains a one story and a half house, a small barn in which IS kept horse and COW. At the end or the barn is a. shed and hencoop. In the yard is market wagon, lumber wagon and a cultivator
 Across the road is a large barn Where hay and buckwheat straw and farming implements are kept Next to the barn is a yard, an orchard, a pasture and a large meadow In front of the barn Is a little brook It runs very fast. l think 1t is trying to catch the big brook which runs on the northern side of the house.
 HARRIET PERKINS.
 CtnInhasfnr.
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One, Two, Three. 1t was an old, old, old lady, And boy who was half-past three; And the way that they played to- Was beautiful to see. She couldn't go running and jumping, And the boy. no more could he, For he was thin little fellow, With a thin. little. twisted knee. They sat in the yellow sunlight, Out under the maple tree; And the game that they played I'll tell Just as it was told to me. 1t was Hide and- Seek they were
 playing,
 Though you'd never have known it
 to be- With an old. old. old. old lady. And boy with twisted knee. The boy would bend his face down On his one little sound right knee, And he'd guess where she was hiding, In guesses One, Two, Three! You are in the china closet!" He~would cry, and laugh with glee- Ii wasn't the china closet; But he still had Two and Three. 
 In the chest with the queer old key!" And she said: You are warm and
 warmer;
 But you are not quite right said
 she. '1t can't be the little cupboard Where mamma's things used to be- So it must be the clothes press, Gran
 mai"
 And he found her with his Three. Then she covered her face with her
 fingers,
 That were wrinkled and white and
 wee, And she guessed where the boy was
 hiding.
 With One and Two and a Three. And they never had stirred from their
 places,
 Right under the maple tree This old, old, old, old lady, And the boy with the lame little This dear, dear, dear, dear old lady. And the boy. who was half-past
 three. HI. C.. Burner. in Scribner's Maga
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The Bird Woman,

The Bird Woman was an Indian She showed the white men the way into the west
 There were no roads in the west then.
 That was one hundred years ago. This Indian woman took the white men across streams, over hills, through bushes.
 She seemed to find her way as a bird does
 The white men said: ''She goes like birG.''
 We will call her the Bird Woman. D Her Indian name was Saca jawca
 HARRIETTE BOUCHU, Age 9. Versailles.
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brown spots at first and itlooked hke fnecklas. and then they seemed to run in together and ehsy looked Ike Q rash ofeous kind It did not troubie me for almose a year and
 then my upper upandm face right near my eye broke out and it was1Sch-
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The Red Man.

At the time Columbus discovered America, it was the home of the red man, er Indian, as he is called.
 There are aeW very few Indians in the eastern part of our land, but many still live among the high mountains and on the great plains of the west
 The Indians did not live in houses, as we do. They lived in tents which they called wig#ams These wigwams were made of long poles which met at the top, and were covered with skins er mats.
 The red man spent most of his time in hunting and fighting. He was very cruel in time of war. Te make himself 4egk asHee he Rainted himself and pH
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INDIAN BURIALS.

Old Mother Wilson says: Much has been written about Indian burials that does not apply to humid cline or one of extremes IF frost and heat.
 The regular burial place of the Sioux village was on the top of one of the chain of high bluffs that nearly encircled the plateau on three sides the Mississippi river Bordering the other side. but several chiefs had meen buried elsewhere. These bluffs were high and very steep on the side fac ing the river, but could be approach
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My Trusty Cat.

Dear Uncle Jed: have a very pret- ty cat. IL is of peculiar stripe and may be called tiger. He has many good qualities in his because he never steals and can be trusted with our canary bird in the same room, day and night. His name is Mutt Wa all love him dearly.
 He will lay back in my brothers arms for over a half hour and this is more than he will do for anyone else in the house.
 Mutt is quite high jumper, and can jump over three feet in height. He is also good ratter and Is very fond of playing with little mice when he catches one.
 A short time ago he caught a mouse and hid 1t in my rubber. He was playing around the rubber so long that I wondered what was the mat ter. Upon lifting the rubber a lit tie mouse ran out of the rubber and
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The Farmer and the stork.

farmer set a net in his field. to catch the cranes which came to feed on his corn. He caught several cranes, and with them a stork. The stork begged the farmer to let him go. He said.
 I am not wicked crane, but a poor, harmless stofk,''
 The farmer replied, That may be true, but I have caught you with the cranes and yeu must die with them. ["
 EARL O. VARS. PiainfieId.
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The True Blue cIuh.

Our club consisted of four girl mem berS, and later we increased it to six members. We were supposed to take turns in having a meeting at each others houses
 We voted for the secretaries once a month. When the meetings were held at my house had to offer them some thing to eat and drink.
 Every member had to do her part in these meetings, either read, or sing something.
 We were supposed to each give a penny a week and with this money i've bought club pins, OF which was inscribed the words True Blue"
 We wore these to school and had a secret name which we did not tell. The clu,s broke up not long ago and We will have another enc.
 FLORA LAMBERT. Age 12.
 Attdwaugan
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The Rosebud Clock.

When Ibra was little girl a cioci, was given to her. It told time in two ways, by striking and by a rose. The clock struck every quarter hour, and at half past the hour
 The rosebud was just below the dial Of the clock, and was made of metal When it was just after the hour the large green bud began to open; when 1t was quarter past the hour you could see the red petals: when 1t was half past the hour it was half blown rose just before the hour it was in full bloom When the clock finished striking the rose turned into a green bud again.
 ALMA C. ZELZ.
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Piainhe1d,
The Dog and Hi. Imaue.

A deg with bit of meat in his mouth, was crossing a river, Look ing down he saw his image in the wa ter, and thought it was another dog, with a bigger piece. So he dropped what he had, and jumped inte the he lest poih pieeesi the one he had;
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Two Boys and a Pair of Skates.

It was Toms and Ned,s birthday and the boys were still asleep. The clock on the mantle struck seven and out of bed the boys jumped. They dressed very fast. Then they ran downstairs to see their presents. As they came into the room they caught a gleam of steel They ran and caught up the skates.
 ~Oh, they are beautfes." said the boys.
 Just then their mother came into the room and they asked permission to go to the pond that night.
 She said yes" if their father ap- proved.
 They waited for father to come into the room. then they asked him, and he said yes
 They had learned to skate a year before. That night they skated around for an hour when Tom fell into a hole Tom. called for help. A man came and helped pull Tom out and then the boys ran home to get warm
 Their mother said they could not go again unless they were sure the ice was strong
 GLADYS HELENA RICE, Age F.
 Norwich