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Norwich bulletin., 1914-04-09
evenings in the. little log hut.
 MAY LAMBERT, Age IA. Central Village
WiIliers fieroism,

One summer afternoon a teacher told her geography class that they might close their books and rest a little while she told them a story. The story was about William Tell, the famous hero of Switzerland.
 She told the scholars how a wicked governor placed an apple on the head of Tells little boy, and then compelled the father to take his bow and arrow and shoot the apple from the head of his son.
 He was unwilling to do it. for he was afraid the arrow might miss and kill his child. But the brave boy stood firm and cried out:
 Shoot, fatherl I am not afraidi"
 He took a steady aim; fired and knocked the apple off without hurt ing his son.
 Just as the teacher was telling this story a sudden storm burst from the sky. There was a flash of lightning and a loud crash of thunder. Some of the children screamed and began to cry and ran to the teacher for pro- tection. But one boy named Willie Jones kept his seat and went on quiet ly studying his lesson.
 When the storm was over the teach CT said:
 Willie, why were you not afraid, like the other children
 Because" said he, 'I knew the lightning was only an arrow in Gods hand, and why should I be afraid ?'
 How we'll Willie had learned the lesson which Jesus taught His disci- ples when He performed so many mir acles to show what power He has to protect His people from danger!
 FRANK PARDY, Age 13.
 Norwich
Norwich bulletin., 1914-04-09
How Major Behaves.

Dear Uncle Jed: Mamma saiA I might write to you about my little. 6o8. I call him Major. He is brown and white and has some white hair skro2lad his neck. He follows me all around tho house and sometimes I don't know it When he is hungry he will bark for something to eat
 One day l was just going in to the kitchen when I felt something pulling at my feet. When I hoofred down, yoa can't guess what I saw. Major was pulling at my s41oestrfngi He had unlaced my shoe!
 I took him up in my arms and hs stuck his nose right in my face sS much as to say: 'T didn't do any thing.''
 One day my mother called me when I was looking at 8 picture book l laid my book on the table and went te see what she wanted.
 When I got there, what do you think I saw? Major was up on my maEnma's s shoulder chewing a piece of paper that I was going to take to school that day
 FLORENCE AUSTIN, Ago (.
 Wauregau.
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Joanne and Amy.

One spring day a poor little girl, named Amy, was walking in the streets of New York looking for a fruit store. In her pocket was a bright nickel with which she was go- ing to buy, for the first time in her life. a large red apple.
 When she found a store and had reached the counter where apples were sold, she looked at them eagerly. After picking the largest that she could find and having paid her nickel she started to leave; but she saw an other little girl, poorer than she, eye ing the apple with longing eyes She thought:
 q suppose I ought to give her some of my apple; but, oh, l just can t! Maybe she has had ore before. and l never have"
 She started again to the door, but something inside of her said:
 Divide iti Divide ft!"
 Not until it said something else did she do so. It said:
 Do unto others as you would wish them to do to you.
 Immediately she walked over to the little girl and said:
 Won't you have half of this apple with me, little girl
 Tine girls name was Joanne, and she said, as if she had read Amy S thoughts:
 q know you would rather have it, and you would better keep it.
 Amy blushed, but insisted that they should divide it. which they did.
 Amy thought it wouldn't have tast- ed half as nice if she had had it all to herself.
 After that the two girls became warm friends and few years later when JoanRe's mother was left fer tune. Amy was richly remembered for
Norwich bulletin., 1914-04-09
Their House in the Woods

Dear Uncle Jed: I read the piece about moss, and l have often noticed the gray stuff like ltchens on the bot tom of the moss.
 Sometimes in the summer when l did not nave to work in the house ! would go cut and make playhouse in the woods.
 Once my friend and I went into the woods under a pine tree and made a house. For our parior floor we had soft green moss and made believe it was a green velvet carpet. We had lets of fun playing this. Sometimes fer our kitchen floor we would get the fine white sand in a big 1lofe up past our house.
 The other night, coming from school. we saw a great many tracks in the snow. There were rabbit and bird tracks Ths bird tracks looked like
Norwich bulletin., 1914-04-09
The Man in the Moon.

One Sunday man went through the woods gathering sticks. He knew that this was wrong. He knew he had six days for work and the Sunday was the day for rest, so he was pun ished for his wrongdoing. He was lift ed up into the sky. First he tried to enter the sun.
 "Go awayl" cried the sun, do you not know this is my day. So you cannot enter here. Go to the moon!"
 Come right ini'' said the moon. Monday is my day. On Monday peo- pie should work. You have been work ing. so you must belong to me"
 The man entered the moon. He still carried his bundle of sticks on his back. There he stands to this very day to teach men they must not work on Sunday, and that they must work on Monday.
 ESTHER SHERSKEVSKY, Age g.
 Norwich.
Norwich bulletin., 1914-04-09
FRIENDLY PLAY IN THE WILD WOODS

so many balls of down. Their nest was on the ground in the fence cor her.
 While Father Deer nibbled the new nest where he could see the Bob White children eat their breakfast
 What would you do if a man should come out here and carry off your ba- bies?" asked Little Bear, who longed to take one of the babies in his own
 Come, children said Mrs Bob White, "let us show Little Bear what would happen if a, man should try to carry you off! We will play hide and seek with him."
 Come, children urged Mrs. Bob White, run and hide. When you find one of my children, Little Bear, you say I spy Ready. children! One, two, 1 three. hide!"
 In twinkling there was not baby quail in sight. The minute their mother said 'eIideI" they scattered so quickly Little Bear was astonished. He searched and searched through the grass, but not baby quail could he find. Then he noticed that Mrs. Bob White seemed to have broken her wing.
 ''How did it happen, Mrs. White? Oh, how did it happen!" exclaimed Little Bear in distress, as he ran after her. Immediately Mrs. Bob White SUI llISIlSd ItGI W1ISS dDQ 1dUSn6Q- Come, children" she called, and up rose IS baby quails from the grass where they had been playing hide in plain sight.
 But didn't you get hurt?" inquired Little Bear.
 Not bit of it!" replied Mrs. Bob White. That is a trick of ours to give the babies a chance to hide. If man should come out here to get my babies he would follow me just as you did be- cause he would believe, as you did, that had broken my wing" Do the children always mind when you say hide?" inquired Little Bear
 'Always,' replied Mrs. Bob White When Little Bear reached home he had a wonderful story to tell of chil- dren who always obeyed their mother. No wonder Mother Bear was glad she let Little Bear go for a walk with Father Deer that lovely morning. He was a more obedient Little Bear ever after.-Frances Margaret Fox, in the Woman's World
Norwich bulletin., 1914-04-09
The Cows and Horses.

Dear Uncle Jed: milk cows every morning and evening. I like to milk and feed the cows. In the summer drive the cows to the pasture, or meadow, and spend some time watch ing the cows eating the green grass.
 I saw that the mouth of the COW is not like that of a horse The horse has both lower and upper teeth, the COW has no front upper teeth When 8 horse eats grass in the field he bites it off; a COW pulls 1t off, and swallows it without chewing.
 Little by little, balls of grass come back into the cows mouth My father said that this was the cud. This she chews well and swallows again. It is chewing the cud that keeps her mouth moving.
 The hoof of a. COW is not like that of a horse, either. The horses hoof Is in one piece, the cows Is in two pieces.
 The COW is of great use to us- She glves US sweet milk. From milk We have butter and cheese
 like to drink sweet milk Butter milk is the milk that is left separated from the cream by churn1ns.
 The flesh of the COW, when used for food, is called beef; that of the calf is called veal
 JOHN WISNESKIE, Age IL
Norwich bulletin., 1914-04-09
My Pet Doo.

I will tell you about my pet dog; and l must tell you a true story about my old Czar. He was one of the finest St Bernards I ever saw. He had as true a heart as ever human being had. He came to us when he was about a year old and my little sister, who is six years old, took him for her play mate.
 One time Czar wanted to go with our man to the fields. She held on to him with all her might but he broke away and was off with the man. She call ed out at the top of her voice: Come here. Czar." But he ran on about two rods when she began to cry. The dog heard her and stopped short. Then he turned and came back to her. It seemed the most hu- man act ever saw in a dog.
 Car and our cats were great friends There was one that used to come and lie between his paws. If it was cold she would come and jump up on his back.
 When he sat up on his fore paws she would get under his chin. on one side or the other and he would move his head to give her room.
 I think you will say my Czar was a dog of gentle heart.
 HARRIET BOUCHER, Age g.
 Versailles.
Norwich bulletin., 1914-04-09

were supposed to cover their fires and put out the lights is announced by a city official known as the Horn Blow CT.
 At the approach of the hour the Horn-blower who selects his own uni form and performs his task according to his own idea of what is picturesque and proper, dons a three -cornered hat, straps a great horn to his shoulder, and proceeds. first to the residence of the mayor.
 Precisely at the hour. he blows three loud, distinct blasts, which are both strong and sweet; then waits a little for the sounds to disperse and gives three more blasts. This he does every night of the year, as his predecessor has done and as his successor will do.
 Then, while the echoes are still lingering pleasantly on the ear he walks briskly over to the market place that he is simply going to repeat the performance, there is always an au- .dience, large or small, and, in summer, including every strange visitor to the town, to see and hear the Horn blow CT of Ripon.
 When the last of the sweet notes has blown itself away over toward the hills of Yorkshire, the listeners are fully impressed with the idea that the day has actually gone, and that the time for sleep has arrived.
 In some English towns, though not, I think at Ripon, the night watchmaa calls out, after his bell or horn, some thing about the night.
 LILLIAN BREHAUT, Age 16.
 East Norwich, N. Y.
Norwich bulletin., 1914-04-09
My Home.

I live on a farm of about twenty acres in the valley at the foot of mountain known as Wanna Gunsett.
 Near the barn, which is quite a dis tance from the house, is a pond. There is a knoll which slopes down to the pond. It is fine sport in winter to slide down this knoll and go sllimning across the pond. Sometimes some boys and girls go skating when the weather permits on this pond.
 This pond has an outlet which is rather large brook. In spring there is sometimes trouting, and other kinds of fishing is done in this brook.
 The house is situated quite a dis tance from the pond and more upon the hill. It is a small two story house. There is a pine tree on Sle lawn and an ash tree which is very close to the house. Farther down towards the road is a row of Norway maple trees. There are a number of rose bushes and syringa bushes plant ed in several different places around the house
 There is a barn in the backyard which is used as a workshop, stable and carriage house.
 There is also a. hen house there too which holds about thirty hens, and a shed is attached to this where the hens can go and scratch. A hen yard is on the north side of the hen house There are some bee-hives at one end of the yard.
 A spring well is situated back of the barn at the foot of a large elm tree This spring dries up in the summer and overfiows in the winter. In the spring we often make water wheeN and put them in the water. Then how they will go.
 There are some apple trees on a knoll above the spring well The names of the apple trees are russets, baldwins and greenlngs.
 LEORA CARPENTER. Age A.
 Lebanon,
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How to Spend Rainy Day

Did you ever hear of a Rainy Day Box? If you have not, I must certain ly tell you about one that mamma keeps for my brother and I.
 We live in the country and every pleasant day are expected to play out side of doors for papa is a doctor and doctors believe in plenty of fresh air and sunshine.
 We have our cart and garden tools and each of us has a bit of garden that we tend very carefully. Edward raises vegetables and lettuce for his rabbits, but I have nice flowers
 We'll, as I said, we play out of doors all day long in nice, pleas ant weather, but when rainy day comes we are obliged to stay in the house and the days are so very long, you know.
 We read a little, and I practice an hour, but even then there is a great deal of time left, so, to give us amuse- ment for these other long hours mann ma instituted our Rainy Day Box, which ''has been grand success says mamma
 In it are to be found all our old playthings, and some that are quite new. Carts without wheels and dolls with broken arms are stored up for stormy weather. and mamma keeps
 After Edward has done his work (for he has some little things papa expects him to do each day), and I my hours practicing, mamma goes with us to the playroom and opens the precious box
 Then Edward and have jolly times together. you may be sure. One of the best things about it is that we never get tired of our things. Every time they come out they seem fresh and new.
 Why don't you have a Rainy Day Box, too? I am sure you would like it
 MARGARET VI BURNS, Age 14.
 NOruicb
Norwich bulletin., 1914-04-09

One lovely spring morning Father Deer knocked at the door of the Three Bears home in the forest.
 Come in. Friend Deer, come in!" vas Father Bears welcome as he opened wide the door. Come in and kAve bowl of porridge."
 No, thank you," answered Father Deer, T am on my way to the wheat field for breakfast Where is sonny? Little Bear, I came to ask you to go for a walk with me. if your father and mother are willing. l should like to take you to see Bob Whites children" !"
 'Oh, may I go, may I go?" asked Little Bear, in a shrill, happy voice.
 ITO be sure, to be sure!" answered Father Bear.
 But don't wander far from Friend Deer," warned his mother as she kissed Little Bear goodbye.
 Straight to the edge of the forest bounded Father Deer, with Little Bear close at his heels. When the two were near the wheat fields they heard a brown bird singing in sweet tones Bob Whitei Bob White! BohMVhitet'
 He is a fine fellow. that Gt-il who calls himself Bob White" said Father Deer. Plump Little Bear was nearly out of breath trying to keep pace with Mr. Deer of the long legs, so he was glad to stop for a short talk
 That gentle blrd works TOT the farmers all the year." Father Deer continued, looking through the bushes. During the summer he works F hours a day, destroying all kinds of bugs and worms. He often eats potato bugs, one hundred at a time, Little Bear!"
 T suppose he has to eat enough to last while he sleeps all winter,::' sug- gested Little Bear, looking wise.
 "Quails do not sleep all winter, and neither do our folks corrected Fa- ther Deer. During the delightful win ters when you bears are all tucked away in bed, sleeping as if you never intended to wake up, Bob White dimes on weed seeds. He has been known to eat 5000 weed seeds at one meal!"
 Soon Father Deer led Little Bear to Bob Whites home, where he intro duced him to the family: Bob White, Mrs Bob White, and the IS children. little Bear didn't go too near the nest for fear of soaring the babies, who, with their beady black eyes, resembled
Norwich bulletin., 1914-04-09
STORIES WRITTEN BY WIDE.
 AWAkES,
Mir. Leghorn and the Fox.

What about MT. Leghorn?" ?"
 Well it isn't much of a story; but it shows that when trouble does come it's better to walk right up and meet it, rather than go all around Robin Hoods barn, wherever they may be, trying to get away from it.
 MT. Leghorn went grasshopper- hunt ing one day and the sun was setting before he realized he ought to be on the roost with his family, instead of two miles away. He started for home at full speed but when he came to the woods he saw MT. Fox, who said:
 You needn't stand there scratching your chin, you've got to go through these woods in order to get home, and I shall gobble you up!"
 You've got to catch me first" said MT Leghorn, who was trying to be brave.
 The rooster and the fox made such noise that old Towser Dog, who was walking around to see that everything was right and snug, heard them, and started out to see what was the mat ter and the two came past MT. Fox with their tails sticking straight up in the air and the old william didn't make very much noise then.
 JESSIE BREHAUT.
 East Norwich, N. Y.
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LETTERS OF ACKNOWLEDGEMENT.

E. Abbott Smith of Burns1de-When l was surprised to find I had won an other prize book. I thank you very much for it
 George Farrell. Of Norwicf-I thank you very much for the book I receiv- ed from your hands @. short time ago, entitled Water Babies, by Charles I<ingley. I had read extracts from before, but had never read the whole book and was well eleased to receive 1t.
 1 thank you again and again.
 Loyd Rathbun. of Norwich-I receiv- ed my book and am very much pleased with it. l thank you very much for 1t. That made the sixth book I have won.
 Aifreda Walker. GurleyviIie-I re- ceived the nice prize book and thank you very much. | have read it half through and like it very much.
 Helen Wisneskie, of Yantic-I thank Ii is the first book which I received. The title of 1t was, Rip Van Winkle'' l read it. and have found it very in teresting.
 Veronica Tucker of Versailles: I re- ceived the prize book, Alices Adven- lures in Wonderland and have read part of it. I thank you very much for
 Doris M. Briggs of saybrook: Thank
Norwich bulletin., 1914-04-09
A Tioer Hunt.

John, who was 12 years old. went on a tiger hunt in India with his father and his uncle and two other men. They went on elephants. When they were in the jungle one of the men said there was a tiger near because the grass in front of them was tramped down. They got their guns ready and waited patiently for the tiger. Suddenly a tiger sprang up out of the tall grass. His uncle shot at it, but only wound ed it. Then his father shot it through the head, killing it. He jumped down from his elephant and skinned it and brought the skin up onto the elephant After they had ridden a few paces they came upon the tigress and her baby tigers. They soon killed her and took the baby tigers and gave them to John for his pets
 ALICE M. GORMAN. Age Il.
 Versailles.
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Kind Alfred.

Dear Uncle Jed: I will tell you and the Wide-Awalzes about King Alfred.
 King Alfred was born in England. Once when a small boy his mother said to her children that whoever of them could learn the verses in a book first could have it.
 Alfred took the book to his teacher and very soon had it learned. This showed his ambition.
 When a young man he went to the throne He reigned from S71 to 901 A. D.. reign of thirty years
 During his reign a war broke out between his own country, England and a class of people from Denmark and Scandinavia called Danes. The war was settled by peaceful means. He saved his country from destruction.
 JESSIE F. BAILEY, Age 12.
 Colchester
Norwich bulletin., 1914-04-09
LETTERS TO UNCLE JED.
A Joke That Couldn't Fade.

Dear Uncle Jed: As I was reading a book this morning the name of Uncle Sam," caught by attention, and I thought that the WideAwakes would be interested in it's derivation.
 During the Revolutionary war, a man named Samuel Wilson was a beef inspector in Troy. N Y, and was very popular with the men in his employ, who always called him Uncle Sat After the inspection of the beef, 1t was shipped by him to a contractor named Ebert Anderson, and was all ways marked "E. A. U. S." A joking workman, being asked what those let ters were the abbreviations of, replied that he did not know unless they were for Ebert Anderson and Uncle Sam" The joke was kept up and spread. until it became common to refer to all packages marked "U. S." as belonging to Uncle Sam"
 AGNES AVERY, Age 13-
 TaftVilIe
Norwich bulletin., 1914-04-09
eoino to Beat Them AM.

Dear Uncle Jed: A little while age MT. Brundage, our supervisor in agrt- culture, had us study about foreSts-
 I learned that all the civilized na- tions except China have looked after the forest.
 United States has hardly begun to protect, preserve and carefully use her forests.
 Japan has a we'll developed forrest. She has national forest school
 Russia, like United States. has vast forest land; but Russia gives it sys- tematic care.
 Switzerland ranks high in forestry.
 In Canada the government sefis the timber, but keeps the land There they have fire guards.
 Cape of Good Hope way down in the southern part of Africa, aas . good forest system. British India tocE 0nfy thirty years to build up a forest. The forest service there is great
 In Germany the forests are under the supervision of the government Every time a tree is cut one has to bs planted to take its place
 The United States has just begun, but now that we have started we're going to beat all the other nations. MAURICE WHITEFIOUSE, Age 1z.
 Mt Hone.
Norwich bulletin., 1914-04-09
HeIen's Bantams.

Dear Uncle Jed: l am a little girl nine years old, and live in the coun- try. As some of my little friends have written letters to you in The Bulletin, I thought I would write too, and tell you about my bantaIns.
 I had a bantam hen last year and she wanted to set, so I put twelve eggs under her. In a few weeks she came off with eleven little bantams and raised nine of them.
 This year she and her chickens are laying eggs and I have been having them to eat. I am going to save the eggs and set her and hope I will have as good luck as had last year.
 HELEN ROGERS. Chichester
Norwich bulletin., 1914-04-09
He Liked the Monkey Best.

Dear Uncle Jed: I want to tell you about my trip to Forest Park, Spring field, Mass. I saw a big bear and some monkeys.
 We stayed near the park and every morning we heard the wolves howl for their breakfast.
 We saw foxes, eagles, parrots, owls, deer. a big peacock and many other birds and animals
 Mamma liked the lovely pink Lotus flowers, but I loved the little baby monkey best.
 I hope I can go again some time
 ROGERT MONTGOMERY, Age z.
 Norwich