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Norwich bulletin., 1916-09-21
STORIES WRITTEN BY WIDE
 AWAkES.
How Crow Committed Robbery

How Crow Committed Robbery
 There was once a poor girl living in a poor cottage. She supported her brother and mother. Every day she went huckleberryin8 and what she got she sold for a few pennies.
 One day she got an order for five quarts of berries and two every day.
 Once she got an invitation to the rich lady's house to spend an hour or two with her daughter, and once she was shown some jewelry which be- longed to her mother
 That night when she got home a servant came after her, accusing her or stealing a gold ring, and she was lock- ed up in jail and was five years in prison.
 rich woman's two sons came from college, 1t happened to be laundering and lightning that night and the lightning struck a very tall tree that was in front of the house.
 The next morning the two boys went out to sec what was done during the night. On approaching the fallen tree they saw something glittering in crows nest. and one boy taking it out found it was the ring his sister had lost and a poor girl had been accused of stealing.
 They ran and showed their mother and she sent for the girl and all the servants and asked them if they saw the ring on the day it was stolen and one wicked maid said she saw it on the window after the girl had gone, and about an hour after it was gone and then she said she did not like the girl so that's why she did not say anything. She said she thought the crow had taken it and carried it to it's nest for they liked everything that glittered
 The girl was very glad to be cleared of the charge of theft hut she ha ad a sorrow. for her brother and mother died during the six months of her inn prisonment, so the lady took her az her own daughter.
 BLANCHE LUCIER. Aged IA. | Taftville.
Norwich bulletin., 1916-09-21
THE WIDE AWAKE CIRCLE
BUYS AND GIRLS DEPARTMENT

bright and varied colors and be fall Ing 10 the earth to blanket it and keep she roots in the ground protected from frost.
 The clouds in the sky serve as blanket to keep the frost from Sep texnber gardens. and high winds pre- vent it's biting the plants and turn l ing their foliage black.
 Colored leaves are ripened leaves and the leaves fall because their busy l season has closed. The leaves fall be- | cause the tree does not need them any | more and the young leaves are in place I ready to begin work when the sun calls them. The leaves are the ser wants of the trees and they could not ] five without them; and the trees this year have been making the leaves for I next year, and the leaves of this year i have been helping them; and when I their work has been completed the 1 leaves are pushed from their places like young birds from their nest. And the trees not only give us shade but take out of the air the poison anil
 mals Ourselves inc1uded) put into it, and put into the air the oxygen which makes the air life-sustaining to us, and to all creatures who must have oxygeni.ed air to live. So you see the trees not only give us fruit and wood, 1 but they give us life from day to day. l All green things, even the grass, as- sist in this.
 Green is the color which is most soothing to the eyes and there is such a variety of greens in the landscape l that viewed from a tower or a hill they by contrast lend beauty to the view and charm the beholder.
 Then the leaves are all made to fit the use for which they were designed.
 Everything which grows close like
 grass and wheat (by the way, wheat l is variety of grass), has narrow | leaves, and the plants designed to oc- cupy greater space grow larger leaves 1 like the burdock of the fields or the | rhubarb of the gardens. There are ! few misfits in nature, but lots of plants
 perish because they are misplaced ] When the leaves fall not only collect 1 them for their pretty colors. but also ] for their wonderful shapes, and see | how many different kinds you can find. l It will take ten thousand grass leaves ! 10 occupy the space of a rhubarb leaf,
 and q lilac leaf has 160,0Q0 breathing
 'n~rcs or mouths, so that It can take
 rom the air what the tree needs and
 put in+o the air what other creatures
 need. Here we find a Divine law il- i iustrating reciprocity-the helping of one another.
 ! And there are hundreds of other things to be learned about leaves all of which are wonderful in structure and of marvellous strength, and from them man has learned many a lesson in structure and art adapted
 to his own use.
 Man never has been able to make anything half as wonderful as the blades of grass upon which we so l carelessly trample.
Norwich bulletin., 1916-09-21
LETTERS OF ACKNOWLEDGEMENT.

Miriam Shershevsky, of Norwich: I was glad to receive the prize book which you gave me entitled. Motor Maids in Fair Japan. I am sure l shall enjoy reading it as I have the others.
 Mildred T. Dunn of Norwich: I
 thank you very much for the prize
 book entitled The Submarine Boys and
 the Spies. I have read 1t through and found it very. interesting: I hope the other Wide Awakes will like their
 books as well as I like mine.
 Rose Gauthier of Brooklyn: Please
 accept my thanks for the three Owlet books which you sent me, of the Owlet Library. It will help me to find what Is the name of the flowers that grow in the woods and fields. Mildred E. White of Stafford Springs: thought as I was writing another story I would send the thanks for the pretty prize book you sent me. I like it very much and many thanks. Frances E. Adams of Eagleville: I thank you very much for the prize book entitled Madge Morton's Trust.
 received it this afternoon. I sat right down and read it all through. I found it very interesting.
 Thelna Whitehouse, of Mansfield Center:-I thank you very much for the book you sent me sometime ago. It was very interesting. I was sur
 prised to see that I won prize book. Grace Goddard, of Willimantic:- I thank you for the prize book you | sent me. I think I shall find it inter-
 esting.
 Pauline A. HasIer of Taftville: I
 received the nice prize book you sent
 me entitled The Submarine Boys and the Middies, and thank you for it. Catherine A. Dunn of Norwich: I thank you for the prize book sent me, Through the Looking Glass.
Norwich bulletin., 1916-09-21
TIE RUNAWAY PENNY

over ha;sE and leg over leg, just like the other Jack climbed up the beam stalk.
 When Jack had climbed quite up to the oriole he threw one leg over a thick branch and sat down.
 Well, whats the natter" asked the bird. Your face looks as long as the Mississippi river.''
 Now, Jack had learned just a little about the Mississippi river at school and he didn't like to think his face looked as long as that. Two big tears rolled down his cheeks. He looked out through the branches and began to tell the oriole all about the runaway penny and how badly he wanted that Ice cream cone.
 The bird was quite still while he was tallIng; but when he stopped with a little sob the oriole began to laugh. And what was worse than all, the
 other birds began to laugh, too.
 Jack hadn't seen the other birds, so he looked around to see where they could be. Why, the branches were full of them-al laughing and talking about him.
 Of course. this made Jack feel very
 badly indeed. He opened his lips to tell the oriole that he didn't think it
 was nice ar all for them to laugh so.
 but just then something cool brushed against his cheek. He looked around and oh! what do you thinko The tree
 wasn't full of apple blossoms at all. but
 ice cream cones, full of the most de. iicious pink cream.
 Why don't you eat one?" asked the orlole and laughed again.
 Jack didn't peed a second invita- ton, you may $e sure, but fell to with
 vim. He ate and ate and the more
 he ate the more there were to eat Then. to Jacks further surprise. he
 noticed that all around him were little
 men In pink caps and aprons hurrying nlther and thither with big trays just
 heaped with more ice cream cones which they kept hanging on the branches as fast as Jack picked them off.
 Sometimes the wind took them off
 the trays and f1uttered them to the ground, but the little men went on hanging on more, with never a word of complaint.
 When Jack had eaten until he cou1d eat no more the oriole called "Haltl" and there all the ice cream cones had turned back to apple blossoms again. Even the last one Jack had just set his teeth into was pink petal between his lips Jack spit it out and bored his fist into his eyes to take away that funny. misty feeling and looked again. He didn't remember climbing down the tree at all, but there he was. safe and sound on the cool grass with his back resting against the apple tree and still clinging to his chin was that last ice cream cone that had turned into an apple blossom. And over his head sat the bright oriole, swaying back and forth on the bough. As Jack looked up he cooked | his head to one side again, but this time he said, Look again-for your penny-for your penny Look again. g And there, staring up at him from | the soft velvty lawn, just short step away, shone the runaway penny. Jack sprang to pick it up and I am afraid he didn't stop to thank the oriole, as | he sped away toward the nearest drug store.
 For, strange to say, although he had eaten all those ice cream cones up in the apple tree, he was still iong- ing for another 's LANE ADAMS PARKER.
Norwich bulletin., 1916-09-21
Ulysses s. Grant.

Ulysses s. Grant was born in a humble dwelling house at Point Pleas ant, Ohio, in April, 1922.
 A year afterward his family moved to Georgetown, Ohio, where they lived for many years. His father was a farmer and manufacturer of leather The boy did not like the leather busi- ness. He liked farming best. He plowed the soil, cultivated corn, pota- toes and sawed firewood for family use.
 His parents sent him to school to be educated. At West Point he ranked 10th in a class of 39.
 When the Mexican war broke out he went to war and fought bravely.
 When the news came the southern troops had fired upon the flag at Fort Sumter, Grant aroused without delay to go to war.
 April 6, 1882, attacked by Johnston he fought for day and a half and won a victory.
 Grant had brown hair, blue eyes and a musical voice. He had a sunny disposition and was always ready to face war. At the end of war he had won a warm place in the hearts of his countrymen.
 Grant was elected president of the United States in 1868. People all over the world said he was worthy of great honor. He died at Mount McGregol in 1885,
 IRENE MATIIEEU.
 CoII1rohia
Norwich bulletin., 1916-09-21
Not Fond of Music.

Charlie was a King Charles spaniel. He was a very pretty dog, with silky black hair, dropping ears, and bright brown eyes. He would sit up and beg, would run after a ball and bring it back in his mouth, and would ride on a sled or in toy express wagon.
 Charlie had only one trouble. He was very jealous of other dogs and of cats. When he went to ride he would bark at every dog that came near the buggy.
 There was a parlor organ in Char lies house and this was very great puzzle to the dog. When the high notes were played he. thought little dog was barking inside the organ. Charlie would run from one side to the other, and back again, trying to peep in and find the strange dog. Then he would look up in the lady's face as if he wanted to say:
 "Where is that dog? Why don't find him? I wish you wouldn't let him stay. I don't want him."
 She would stop, or play on a low key, when he begged so.
 OVELINE BOUCHARD.
 NnrwicT
Norwich bulletin., 1916-09-21
The Old Silk Dress.

Lucy Carrol and Annie Davis were great friends.
 Annie's mother told her to come right home from school. Annie dis obeyed her mother and went to Lucy's house to play.
 Her mother told her she would have to stay in Saturday.
 Saturday was such a busy day that Lucy's mother forgot her promise.
 One Saturday morning her mother came into the sitting room where An- nie was reading and said:
 Annie, you will have to stay in the house today. l am going out"
 Annie began to cry. She thought her mother had forgotten that she did not come home from school at o. clock. Lucy Carol was calling her.
 Annie raised the window and said: Mamma won't let me go out" T saw your mother take the cat down town"She said. Come over to my house and play. Your mother won't know it.''
 Annie ran for her cloak and hood. '.Antie gave me three new dresses for my doll," said Lucy. fI'll go and get them." of dolls clothes. q like this red silk one" said. An nie
 T think the blue and pink one just as pretty" said Lucy.
 "My doll hasn't any new clothes" " said Annie. T think you ought to give it to me. I gave you my dolls second best hat" "No," said Lucy. T am going to put them away" Lucy went away to get some ap- ples for her friend When she went Annie took the dress from the box | to look at it. She heard Lucy com- ing back and she slipped the dress in | her pocket. Here comes your mother, Annie, D said Lucy. Lucy hurried home. When her mother came in she found
Norwich bulletin., 1916-09-21
Twio Work,

Did you ever look at the nice. long. live looking branches and twigs and wonder why such healthy and useful looking things had to be thrown away in the rubbish heap? Or did you ever picl: out of the heap some particularly smooth bits of twigs and wish you could keep them and make them use- tul, so as to save them from being thrown away.
 We'll any little boy or girl can make them into charming toys and just how to do that is not at all difficult to learn. All that is needed is a little patience. and that is everything.
 A good piece of twig work to begin with is a little sleigh. because it is so easy to make, and so pretty when ffn- ished. Take a bunch of thin twigs and cut them all the same size, about eight or ten inches. is a good length to handle. Fasten this bunch of twigs together near each end with wire about an inch from the end. Now bend your twigs into a good curve to resemble the shape of a sleigh and then spread them apart in the middle so as to hollow them out into a scoop form. Select thicker twigs, that are quite smooth for the runners, and cut them the right length. and bend them into the desired curves. Make the seat of small straight twigs, placed side by side and the back in the same way
 All the parts must be put together with the little tao, or brads When the sleigh is finished, it will be a sleigh which any little girl would ! like to have for her doll. , KATHERINE HICKEY. l
Norwich bulletin., 1916-09-21

Jack had earned them, every one. Yes, sir That is why he was so proud of them; five new, shiny Lincoln pen nies.
 He stood for a long minute, turning them over thoughtfully in the palm of his hand. He had weeded the pansy bed, that was one; then he had run to the store and earned two more; two wiling little hands had dusted the par Tor fer mother, that made four, and, yes, the fifth was for minding baby sis ter on the grass while mother sewed.
 He felt quite like a business man, indeed, and began to hop gayly along, swinging his arms and thinking to himself just how delicious and cool that ice cream cone was going to taste on the E'arm afternoon.
 Now, you know, when you have five slippery pennies in one waTne little hand. and you run along swinging your arms, just what may happen. We'll, that very thing happened to Jack! All of a sudden. he hadn't gone very far from home, either, but there, he opened his hand and found only four pennies. One little penny had slipped out.
 Of course, four pennies would never buy an ice cream cone, not at all; that is, not the big fat kind that Jack wanted.
 He tried to be real brave and began to hunt for that little runaway penny, but his face dropped as he thought how hard he had worked for 1t.
 He retraced his steps slowly, look tng in the high grass on one side of inc cement walk and in the soft, vel Vety lawn on the other side of the walk, among the dandelion blossoms, and, in fact. everywhere but the right place, for then he would surely have found it, you know.
 He went round and round, down the walk, through the grass and back again, but no penny could he find.
 Then all of a sudden-what was that? Jack looked up into the apple tree. Why! He hadn't noticed before that it was an apple tree. What a lot of fairy blossoms there were; big, pink, smelly blossoms, all nodding and srnil- ing at him in such a friendly manner. And right there. near a queer little hanging nest, sat the brightest, pretti- est oriole Jack had ever seen ( As Jack looked up the bird cooked his head saucily to one side and re- peated the very words that had star tied him a moment ago-"Rest- while, Ja c<ie boyl Rest-a-whilet"
 Now, Ntle Jack was very, very tired, 50 he just sat right down there on the cool, soft grass and rested his back against the tree, as the oriole had told lim to do.
 He watched the leaves as they flick . sTCQ dDOuJ dDOuL m Inc lSnL UTeeZSs sending funny little shadows dancing over the lawn. He listened to the birds chattering-scolding and sing lng by turns.
 Then there was the oriole again, saying, just as sure as you live: Come up, Jackie boy! Come up!"
 Jack wiped his sleeve across his wondering eyes and looked up through 70 the bough where the orio1e sat Twaying back and forth. And as he oolxed the bird waved a wing and notioned to him.
 Come up!" he repeated. Come ipl"
 "r3o.r can I?' asked the little fellow, .i.- grossly.
 A'lVhy. just climb" replied the oriole. Can't do anything If you don't try" . And the first thing Jack knew he Ns-s clinhknx up- ths apple tree, hand
Norwich bulletin., 1916-09-21
The Bagworm's House.

T wish that Aunt Eva lived in our town" said Timn1ie. "Then we could visit her every day, instead of only once a year."
 'Yes.'' said Doris, land I believe Aunt Eva. wouldn't mind coming to our town to live. if she could bring her house with her.''
 The bagworm takes his house along when he decides to move from one place to another,'' said grandfath- CT.
 Immediately Timmie and Doris drew their chairs close to the porch swing where grandfather was taking an afternoon rest. and asked to be told all about the bagworm and it's move about house "The little creature IS called bagworn.'' grandfather went on, because the house that he makes for himself is shaped like a bag. Out of silk, bits of leaves, and the tfniest tW1gs, he builds a cozy, strong home.
 When moving-day comes, the bag worm crawls about halfway out of his home, and catches hold of it firm " with his hind feet, he walks away, and drags his house behind him. So, you see when he gets to a new neigh borhood he does not have to go hous e- hunting.
 ''By and by the bagworm fastens his silken bag house to the limb of a tree. Then he craw1s inside; soon he changes into a chrysalis; but MT. Bagworm is not willing to remain just a chrysa1is; he wants wings So he crawls out of the house he has lived in ever since he was a 1arva, and be comes a fully winged moth. with a dark body and wings of slight color
 ''t may be that Mrs. Bagworm also wants wings, just like MT Bagworm but as a matter of fact, she never sets them. She stays in her house lays some eggs, and then dies'' Do DagWOcmS ever faSten their houses to any of our trees ?. Timmie l asked, when grandfather had finished
 FI have often seen them on our ev- | ergreen trees,' grandfather answered Some day when I find a fine speci- men, you and Doris and I will IooR at it under a miscroscope" LILLIAN M. BREHAUT. Jersey City, N. J.
Norwich bulletin., 1916-09-21
My Brothers New Gap.

My mother had made my brother Earl a new blue suit. and there was very large piece of cloth left, and mother said she would make him a cap of that.
 Can you make a real nice oneY' asked Earl, ''I shall want it to look like one bought in the store. I shall not want to have my school chums think you made it.
 Mother thought she could make him 8 very pretty cap.
 When it was done Earl said it was "splendid,' and he was sure the boys would think it was bought at the store.
 But on his way to school the next morning, Earl stopped on the bridge to throw stones in the water Moth CT had told him never to do it. He did do it about every morning. and she never knew it. Just as he was about to throw his last stone in, the school bell rang. and he run so as not to be late, and a fresh gale of wind came and took his new cap. and be- fore he could catch 1t it fell in the river, and that was the last of his new cap.
 MILDRED E. WHITE, age 15.. '.
 Stafford Springs.
Norwich bulletin., 1916-09-21
POETRY.
Nishin'

Sometimes I've wish't thet I want Nothin but aAlittie wortcrbug, '3h nothi1' muck to do But swim round in a puddle, Where 'tras cool, " straddle out my legs, " jest jogGle or a lily-pad. All day long, 1ii so.ne old messy pool, 'Thout no relashuns near nor fur, To sroop n listen every time yot
 stir, '1I' hang round where they wan
 wanted, N find fault. 'N' keep a-sayin' you shouldn't do this IN shouldn't do that, W stew, w make folks hate you; I'd ruthor be a dunce, 'N' not no enuff to earn my salt, 12r mako a livin', Eis- -sr-e-e that's true! I'd ruther be a fool, 'N' not learn nothin' into school, Th'n be a durned old hottingtott, X Ggervatin everybody all the time, Wouldn't you?
 Herbert Randall.
Norwich bulletin., 1916-09-21
A Bean Experience.

One day I was left alone to keep watch of the string beans that were beginning to cook. I looked around to see if there wasn't any work to be done. but not finding any went into the dining room. and seeing Thurs days Bulletin picked it up and turn ed to the Wide-Awake page. be- came so interested in the many inter- eating scories there that I didn't pay any attention to a very queer smel coming from the vicinity of the kitch- en.
 By and by, as the smell grew strong CT, I jumped up in time to hear the mistress coming down the stairs as fast as she could.
 I ran into the kitchen, took the smoking kettle from the stove an6 set it in the sink and gave the beans two or three dabs with a fork, which I later found to be the worst thing that I could do.
 By this time the mistress was there She emptied the little water there was in the kettle. for the water hai
Norwich bulletin., 1916-09-21
THE WINNERS OF PRIZE BOOKS.

1-Herdinand Hoisy, of Versailles Helen's Babies.
 2-Rose Slosberg, of Norwich-Boy Inventors of the Vanishing Gun.
 3-Mary E. Murphy, of Norwich Boy Inventors of the Electric ffydro- plane.
 4-katherine Hickey, of Montvflle- Mrs. Turner's Little Girl.
 5-Rose Gauthier, of Brooklyn-A Little Florida Lady.
 6-Annie Corcoran, of Lowell, Mass, Camp Fire Girls in the Maine Woods.
 7-Mary E. Murphy, of Taftville- Motor Maids Of Fair Japan.
 S-Josephine Broovick of Norwich The Motor Maids School Days.
 The winners of prize books living in the city may call at The Bulletin business office for them on any hour after 1G a. m. Thursday.
Norwich bulletin., 1916-09-21
When the Baby's Sick

Say, Y'know our baby?
 Well, he's sick t'day, An yisterday the doctor
 Jes' couldn't stay away, He comes three times a-runnin', An runnin' good an quick Fer Pa won't stand fer foolin'
 Wen the baby's sick! Ma she's jes' a-jumpin',
 Fixin' up the bed, An tellir' all the neighbors
 What the doctor said; Pa can't read his paper,
 Ner 20 t' work, ner joke, Jes' waitir' on the baby.
 An tTyin' not t choke. Sis she does 'he coakin'
 An bein' awful nico. An she's been a-cryir'.
 Fe- I seen her twice. Looks li'-e ] hcon c"vin'??''
 Say, Y're not g slick! You ain't got no baby,
 An our baby's sick! -Ch9rles Irwin Junkin, in the Chris
 tian Herald.
Norwich bulletin., 1916-09-21
Taftville,
Tea.

The tea plant is native of China and Japan, where it is chiefly raised It requires a well-drained land. In it's wild state the tree grows thirty feet high, but when cultivated it is kept trimmed to three or four feet. IL has a white blossom.
 The tree is three years old before the leaves from which the tea is made are picked. This is done three times a year, in February April and June.
 As soon as the leaves are picked, they are dried in shallow iron pans put in an oven. Then it is packed and sent away. It loses much of its flavor when shipped over salt water
 MILDRED T. DUNN, Aged 12.
 Norwich.