Charlevoix county herald., 1915-03-20

Dear little folks; Isn't it nice to
lsnow that spring is here again? Just
hear those little birds sing! And step
out of doors and notice how good the
air smellsl Don't you enjoy it? l
do-ESPECIALLY since I've been so
sick with the measles. Yes, really,
dears, I've had the measles; and was
dreadful, dreadful sick, and / looked
dreadful, dreadful bad, but Pm get
uhng better now.
By the way, want to tell you that
our missing Word Contest" is grow
ing, and Growing, and GROWING
Ny! how it is growing. And here Is
something else l want to tell you:
Some of you little folks FORGOT to
send me your address, and l can't
send you membership card until you
send me your address. Also-I've got
something splendid to tell you about
some NEW MEMBERSHIP CARDS,
directly after our Missing Word
Contest" closes. And REMEMBER,
the Missing Word Contest" closes
promptly on the fifteenth of March, so
be sure and get your list of missing
words in before then.
Now, we will have our letters. Our
first letter is from kind lady who
contributes a story of her own child
mood days for our entertainment. She
says:
Dear Children: AS have been
reading such splendid letters in this
issue of my home town paper,
thought of my own vacation when
was little girl II years old. (By the
kind permission of the editor) / will
tell you the story, for it would be of
great pleasure to me to see it in print.
And of some interest, | hope, to 9TH
ers. Well, once upon time good
many years ago, there used to be hops
raised which were ready to pick in
the fall of the year lin September, l
think it was). A man came from Ok
ford, Michigan with a four horse
team and large hay rack, spread
with clean, soft hay for us girls to
sit on-and boys, too, for there were
several in the party hired to pull the
hop poles for the girls to pick the
hops. There were eighteen or twenty
of us in our load. And such fun as
we had riding along-it was some
thing great. The weather was fine
and US girls picked hops bareheaded
most of the time. My auburn or nut
brown locks were as red as a fox's
tail, as mother said, and my cheeks
were as flaming red poppies; for it is
healthy work out in the fresh sweet
air and Gods sunshine. And ther
moonlight nights we could go out fol
a lark hunting for watermelons.
only went once. For as went in the
care of maiden aunt mothers old
est sister, she looked after me-.
There were several of us down OF
the bridge about forty rods from oul
boarding house, remember, Of u!
young people,, the youngest in thu
bunch. The boys had just got bacl
with the melons, and some of then
were hop-skip and jumping (for tina
was game for boys forty years ago
and the girls were laughing and eat
ing melons and having a good time
when, 10 and behold! who should b,
coming down the road but Aun
Theresa, like a ghost, calling m!
name (Frances) at the top of he
lungs, saying, when she got within
speaking distance, it was time l wa
in bed or l would be sick and have t,
! go home. You can imagine my feel
ings better than l can write them
But nevertheless, did some hop-skip
ping, for / knew she meant it, and
had promised my mother to mind he
or l couldn't go a-hop picking; and
did enjoy it so much, besides earnin,
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