Charlevoix county herald. (East Jordan, Mich.) 189?-1953, 1914-11-07
THE CHILDREN'S STORY
|. TELLING CLUB
Essillyn Dale Nichols, Editor
1928 St. Rock Island, III.
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the fifth grade. l take Geography,
Arithmetic, Language, Reading, Ply
siology and Spelling. There are six
teen children in our school; eight boys
and eight girls. This is my teachers
first term of school. | like her very
well. Her name is Miss Nellie Tolles.
l am embroidering a pair of pillow
cases for my Grandma Croker for
Christmas. She lives in Morrison,
Illinois, near my old home. My
grandpa raises fruit. picked straw
berries for him and earned eight dol
lars and seventy-four cents. 1t was
the first monev | ever worked and
earned. This is all | have to say this
week. / will write my address here:
Miss Iva Croker, Bangor, Mich,
Route 2.
Iva, | hope YOU will write real often
because your letter proves YOU to be
very smart little girl. | am sure
your Grandma Croker will be very
much pleased with those pillow cases.
| am going to tell you something,
Iva: | used to go % school in the
country when / was a little girl. |
went to the Jahns school and it was
close to big lake. | have a sister
named Nellie so you may be sure |
like that name, and | have cousin
named Daisy, and my uncle used to
have a horse named Prince
And now for our story. | do hope
our publisher won't say: "Here! Here!
This is too longw and take his great
big shears and slip off a part of it
and chuck it into the waste basket.
You see, / just couldn't bear to leave
out two such nice letters as the ones
we've just printed; and, of course,
we want our story! Well, we'll just
have to hope that the publisher will
he especially good natured this time.
So here's our story which is:
The Story That You Can Name.
"Bow WOW" barked Ponto as he
stopped on the last step and tried to
bow to Mrs. Tabby Cat in his best
manner. "May one of your kittens
play ball with me?"
Mrs. Tabby Cat blinked her eyes
and scratched her ear with one paw.
"Well, WE'LL" she purred. Il really
don't know. Perhaps one Of them will
play"
"Will you play, Silver?" asked
Ponto quickly, bobbing his curly head
and looking admiringly at Silver's
of fun"
ooh dearw sighed Silver, 81 am
dreadful tired and had been planning
to take nap. But Goldie is just as
wide awake as she can be and | ex-
pect she'd love t. play"
Ponto looked at Goldie but Goldie
shook her head.
81 am afraid of getting hit" she
confessed, "and besides | can't play
at all well. Fluffy there, is an expert
why don't YOU ask herr"
Ponto hung his head when Goldie
mentioned Fluffy because, you see, he
remembered how he had ran off with
her ball that very afternoon, and he
supposed of course that she wouldn't
want to play with him.
But Fluffy clapped her paws and
sprang to her feet in a hurry. "Why,
of course, I'll play" she cried. "Come
on, Pm going to beat you"
And away Ponto and Fluffy scamp
cred, across tho big yard, and right
by the house of Mrs. Cross-Hen, and
out under the big apple trees where
the grass was very thick and soft
and how they did play ball!
Ponto bounced and barked and
batted the ball with his little paws,
and Fluffy whisked and whirled and
caught it with her little claws and
they were just having a splendid time
Understanding Happened!
I'll tell you what happened next
week, Dearies; and then you must
send in your names.