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Norwich bulletin., 1916-07-20
THE POLAR BEAR AND THE ESKIMO

The Delivers are g. family of dolls The country they live in is the nurs- cry The house they live in is a lit tIc low cupboard, and that makes an upstairs and downstairs. All children know that when people go to sleep dolls wake up and have their little pleasure and their little pains, as we do. The king-Or, rather, the queen of the country in which the Dolly CTS live is Ethel the little girl who owns them.
 The visit of the Eskimo was an in torcstinE thing to the Delivers. The Eskimo was dressed in white fur from feet Just his little pink face with its smiling blue eyes showed.
 Mrs. Deliver was worried. She al- ways began thinking about what to feed people as soon as she saw them.
 "I suppose he lives on snow and ica' she said in a whisper to Mr. Deliver. and there isn't a dust of ice in the refrigerator"
 There couldn't be a dust of ice, l think my dear" Nr. Deliver said very reasonably. There might be a drop, if it melted-but there really could not be a dust"
 Mrs. Deliver said: T have some cake with icing on it. I'm going to try him with that
 The Eskimo ate the iced cake as if he had never lived on anything else Indeed. that was what Dolly Dollfvel did think. sLo said so. T don't believe he ever saw She north pole she told her mother. much less climbed up il many a day, as he says he did.
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think he is just a dolI-like us-onIy with a white fur suit on"
 Mrs. Deliver reprOveO her daughter for thinking ill of people before she knew anything about them, and just to prove that she was rrgnt Dolly ask ed the Eskimo to tell them all about
 the north pole and how he lived when he was there.
 I'll tell you first" he said about a little polar bear who was very. very lonesome. Night and day he howled, 'Oh, Nanny Bear, I'm so lonesome
 OnesOme-lOnesomei
 50 Nanny Bear said to the little
 polar bear, You are enough to drive
 body wild. I'm just going to catch
 little Eskimo the next time I go out
 to play with"
 The little polar bear fairly jumped Tor joy when he heard that He
 thought it would be perfectly delight-
 ful to have a little Eskimo to play with. So the next time Nanny Bear
 went out hunting she went up close , to a snow hut, where a little Eskimo was rolling around in the snow. and | picked him up and carried him home. "The little Eskimo yelled and yelled thinking Nanny Bear intended to eat him. She didn't She carried him | home.
 The little polar bear looked at the little Eskimo and the little Eskimo looked at the little polar bear Then the little polar bear went up to the lit tie Eskimo and gave him a little tan. The little Eskimo ran back, fell down, rolled over and over, and squeal- ed; and that scared the little polar bear.
 The little Eskimo got up, looked at the little polar bear and looked at him, and looked at him. By and by the little Eskimo came | E.~ l little tap with his little fabby fist 'The little polar bear ran back. and | fell down, an drolIed over with squeaIs
 most terrific!
 Then he got up, and the little polar | bear and the little Eskimo stood and looked at each other for g. long time. I'm afraid of you the little polar bear
 said.
 No, you're not; I'm afraid of you,' the little Eskimo said. Let's not be afraid of each other
 any more the little polar bear said. | Let's play
 "All right said the little Eskimo, what shall we play? Let's play ice tag said the little
 polar bear.
 Now, when you play ice tag, any body can catch you If you get off of ice; but the little bears house was all | made of ice, and the yard was all ice, | and the wash tubs were all ice, and the front fence was all ice, and the i back fence was all ice, because the polar bear and the Eskimo family lived on an iceberg. So that little polar bear and the little Eskimo began to play ice tag. And they never could catch each other, because they never could get off of ice. They ran round. and round. and round and I guess they are running yet" Who was that little Eskimo ?'' | sked all the Deliver family. Even the china pigs seemed impressed. 'T was that little Eskimo" the Eski- mo doll replied. And he struck an at- titude and looked most wonderfully proud.
 You were?" Dolly Deliver said. why, if you were that little Eskimo, you would be running yet-and you are ncre. I don't believe you ever saw an | iceberg. or the north pole. I think l Ethel just bought you from the 10 cent counter"
Norwich bulletin., 1916-07-20
A Kind Deed.

Laurie was a little boy seven years old, who lived with his grandfather in a beautiful mansion.
 From the time Laurie was a tiny baby until his seventh year his nurse always told him that all good people go to Heaven, and become angels.
 Laurie was a good and kind little fellow, always helping others when they were in trouble.
 1t might be that Laurie wanted to be an angel some day that made him good, but that does not matter as long as he was good.
 One day when Laurie was thirteen years old, he was taking his daily walk, when what should he see but a runaway horse racing down the street making straight toward a child. He leaped for the baby and saved it, but was too late to save himself. He was thrown down and seriously hurt.
 After a few days of suffering he ask ed his nurse whether she thought he would go to Heaven now.
 When she said yes he was very happy, and closed his eyes and slowly passed away.
 Don't you think it was a brave deed Even if it did hurt him, it made him very happy.
 CATHERINE A. DUNN, Age 10.
 Norwich.
Norwich bulletin., 1916-07-20
UNCLE JED'S TALK TO WIDE
 AWAkES,

Do you know the insects and the flowers help one another, and that certain flowers are bee flowers and others are moth flowers, and no one can tell how these flowers of the air (the butter1ies) and the flowers of the field established this permanent relationship of heIpfulness.
 The red-cIover you see in the field and the humble bee are inseparable and where there are no bumbIebees no red clover can be grown. The snap dragon Is another humble bee flower and no other bee can enter it's cham Der to gather honey or pollen, and the weight of the humble bee is just enough to open the f1ower-no other bee can open 1t. How the flower came to be so finely adjusted no one can tell.
 The petunias and Iong-necked trum- pet flowers are moth flowers, and only the moths with their long tubes or tongues can reach the honey-cup, un- less a robber bee comes along and cuts a hole through the neck of the flower and steals the honey away from the moths: and they frequently do this trick
 The miIkweeds are true butterfly flowers; and on them you may dis cover the zebra caterpillar and should you take him and feed him on the leaves you will see him change into a green and gold chrysalis, and then in a week or ten days there will ap- pear the monarch butterfly, which will teach you the zebra caterpillar is a baby butterfly in it's infancy.
 If you love flowers watch the in sects and they will reveal to you that the insects recognize and frequent only their own plants.
Norwich bulletin., 1916-07-20
LETTERS TO UNCLE JED.
Lucy Carter,s Hive of Bees.

Uncle Jed and Wide-Awakes: Do you remember that one year ago I wrote about a swarm of bees coming down to me while I was sewing on the sewing machine, and my father captured them for me. He put them into a beehive and put a super on top. They went right to work and they made themselves enough honey to live on through the winter; and father put another super on this. Last week he took one off filled with nice honey, The super holds 32 one pound sections and the bees had filled them all; and father has given them an other super to fill up before fall
 I think my bees have done pretty well for me, don't you?
 The honey is nice and white. Wish the Wide-Awakes could see it and have Q taste of it with me, if they like honey as well as I do.
 The little honey bees have had to work hard making the honey
 I like to go out to the hive and watch them and see them come home loaded with the pollen which they gather from the flowers. They bring it on their legs and they are covered with this yellow pollen.
 LUCY A. CARTER. Han0tO0
Norwich bulletin., 1916-07-20
r he Test,

Bob Hartley's face was flushed and his eyes determined as they met his fathers stern look.
 Yes, sir" he said, I've wasted this year and I'm ashamed of it. I'll do better, though"
 His father had often heard him say the same thing. He said: Bob, it's the same old story. I'll hear it no longer. This ends it. If you pass your tests you enter college in the fall if you don't your education is finished as far as I am concerned"
 Bob's eyes had been fixed intently upon his father all the while he had been talking. When he finished Bob said, T understand" and then left the room.
 A week later, with his other class mates, Bob sat in the school room ready to take the exams. He was very nervous. To enter college his aver age in each study must be at least S5 per cent. He had studied hard for his review and had come out all right in every subject, but on this day he must take his algebra test and he knew he was very weak in that study. He had asked his sister to help him on certain problems that he could not solve, but she had had to go away so did not get to it.
 When the teacher wrote the exam. on the board Bob was indeed nervous, for he saw one of the problems before nlp1 he had asked hlS sister to help him on. He felt sure he would fail He would not get eighty-fve per cent. Still he made up his mind to do his best
 He worked and solved every prob lem but that one, and he had about given up all hope of solving that one when, upon turning over a sheet of his pad paper, he found it all written out. A note was with it, which his sister had written just before leaving. She had solved the problem and as he was not in the house had written it out on his pad for him.
 It was a great temptation to copy it, but he did not think he could cheat. Finally he made up his mind that it was his only chance to get through, so he copied the problem and passed in his papers.
 During the afternoon he could hard ly stand it, he felt so bad because he had cheated.
 In the evening he went to his teach CTS office and confessed.
 The teacher said it was a dishOnOr- able thing which he had done but she was glad he had confessed and sire would pass him for the year with an average of just eighty-f five per cent.
 His father was pleased when he heard his son had passed his exams and in the fall Bob went away to col lege where he progressed very well. MARIAN WHEELER, Age 14. StOningtOn.
Norwich bulletin., 1916-07-20
My Experience With Ghosts.

One day I went for a walk on a shaded back road which had not been traveIed for so long that it was like a path. I had intended to go there for a walk for some time because It was SC pretty.
 The sun was shining bright and the woods were alive with birds.
 I had walked about three miles when I came to an old fashioned wood coIored house with low projecting caves. There were two giant elm trees in front of it, and an apple orchard in back. Tho appearance of the place attracted my attention, so I went up and looked in the window, but all l could see of any importance was a rude open fireplace.
 I walked around the building and picked many varieties of hardy flow CTS which were trying their best to grow amongst old rose bushes and blackberry vines. After picking all l could carry I sat down under the trees to sort them out.
 For awhile 1t was was very quiet around the old place, when suddenly to my amazement, I heard a sound like a banging door, and then Q piecing cry. I jumped up and gave a fright ened look toward the house only to see something white whisk around the corner, but that was enough. The first thing that came to my mind was a ghost
 dropped my flowers and ran swift 1y down the road. I stopped when I got about half mile away, all out of breath.
 I sat down beside the road to rest.
Norwich bulletin., 1916-07-20
Katy and Her companion.

Katy is a little girl She lives on a farm where there are a, lot of horses, cows, sheep. ducks and a cat, who plays with a dog.
 They are all Katys friends. She can ride her horse. She has some oats. sugar or apples in her pockets she gives him. His name is Teddy.
 A sheep named Betsy, and Molly, a COW, are the best of friends. They also are Katie's. Betsy likes to watch Katy milk Molly. The three are the best of friends.
 The dog has a funny name. It is Fucker. Fucker or Pucky for short got his name when a puppy. When ever he saw something he liked he would quicker his nose in a funny way.
 The cat has a plain, name. It is Taibby. She and Puck like each other. Puck still puclzers his nose and some times you are quite sure Tabby is smiling.
 Katy likes all her animal friends, and they all like her because they have a good bed, and enough good food, are not whipped, and not al- lowed to work too hard 1f3< eyeFybodX, would follow s these
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is ;sh had % 6aen r-ao to run, r ns N went GG home and told the folks about it, how they would laugh, because I always in sisted did not believe in ghosts. surely did not want to be laughed at because l ran away at the sight Of something white. so I walked back slowly so as to give the ghost time to disappear.
 When I arrived in sight of the house began to shiver and feel creepy. l heard noise and stopped to listen. Some one was laughing. Then I knew at once that a joke had been played on me- so I wasn't afraid any
 more.
 crept back of some bushes and glanced toward the house. Two of
 my girl friends were sitting under the trees laughing as if they never
 could stop.
 Now was my chance to have the laugh on them for they probably did
 not expect to see me again until they went home.
 I walked noiseIessly through the bushes to path leading to the back of the house. could see that this had been the way they went. Back
 of the house were the sheets they had most likely thrown down when they | saw me disappear. I put them on, opened the back door and walked cau- tiously through rooms to the front
  I unbolted the front door, slammed it shut and then uttering shriek after 1 shriek I ran through the room. I heard the girls scream and looking out 1 of the window I saw them flying down 1 the road.
 1 After that I folded the sheets, pick | ed up my flowers, and went home. My mother told me that my play I maEes had been over to see me. She 1 said she told them that I went for a walk to the old haunted house.. and | they went off with the thought they l could find me. Then I told her the whole story and she laughed and laughed. l Shortly after I went over to return i the sheets to the girls, They were l lying in the hammock when I came | How surprised they were when l 1 handed them the sheets. They knew
 then who the ghost was that scared | them.
 They told their folks about it, and | of course, they laughed, also. Their ! mother told them that by frightening
 me they got more frightened them | selves.
 | The girls promised to come over tC ! see me the next day. 1 l guess I never will be frightened by 1 ghosts again after my strange ex- l perience with them. 1 MARY A. BURRILL, Age IA. Stafford Springs.
Norwich bulletin., 1916-07-20
Bird Town.

By Jake II. Harrison. It nestles in a valley
 Where the zephyTs always blow The roses bloom in summer
 And the lovely bIue-bells grow; Where honey -sucSles chamber
 Up the ancient rugged walls, And babies laugh and EurEle
 In the spacious, Cleanly halls. A mass of waving branches
 Hangs above its single street, Where robin, wren and bluebird
 In an aviC cOnClave meet; While children stand and watch them With a sweet, cOntented glee, For Bird Town, be it noted,
 Is from cruel urChins free The birds are well protected.
 Not by law, but love alone; Are happy and contented
 And have so domestic grown They never leave in winter
 For they own a sacred rood And neat and Cozy houses
 That are well supplied with food. No hand is ever lifted
 That will do them hurt or harm, The atmosphere of kindness
 Has a satisfying charm; Its teudeT-hca rted children,
 And it's birds, my bosom thrills With love for peaceful Bird Town Nestled deep among the hills.
Norwich bulletin., 1916-07-20
Molly Pitcher.

Molly Pitcher was the wife of a soldier, MT. John Hays. At that time very few women were to be found on a battle field.
 Molly Pitcher washed, mended and cooked for the soldiers.
 During the battle of Monmouth Mol ly Pitcher, as she was called because of the stone pitcher she carried water to the soldiers on the battlefield
 One day as she engaged in her usual work she saw her husband fall by the side of his gun. Running to him. she placed him in a safe place, and ran to his gun and served in his place.
 She managed all her affairs as well as her husband did.
 After this battle was over she re- ceived many thanks for her good work
 At the close of the war she took her wounded husband home and nursed him, but he died soon afterward. She was honored as one of our great Amer ican heroes,
 hope the girls and boys of the Wide Awake Circle will be as brave as Molly Pitcher was when she fought in the battle of Monmouth, war o1 1872.
 LILLIENNE NTATHIEU, Age Il.
 WilIimantiC
Norwich bulletin., 1916-07-20
Honey Bees.

My father has two hives of bees. The hives are painted white and each con- tains a swarm of bees.
 During the winter many young ones are matched including a queen bee, or mother bee.
 Every swarm of bees has to have a queen bee.
 When summer comes there are enough young bees to form a swarm. The young bees now seeing they are crowded drive the old swarm out When they are leaving they take half of the young bees with them and leave half of the old bees behind.
 The old swarm of bees has nowhere to go so they settle on some small bush or tree until they find a place, Last Friday the neighbor's bees left their hive in the morning and our bees left in the afternoon. They set tied on a small tree in the yard and my father put them into one of his new hives.
 If he had not taken them they would have flown away to another place.
 AGNES KANGINSKI, Age 13.
 Norwich.
Norwich bulletin., 1916-07-20
Norwich Town.
My Trip to Hartford.

Last Thursday my sister and father and I were up bright and early so as to catch an early trolley. We had a very delightful breakfast and sue ceeded in catching the seven o'clock trolley without any hurry.
 We had a very long ride. When we reached Church corner in Hartford, we thought it was very pleasant, and we took Q walk down Pleasant street where we stopped at MT. ~Levetts' store.
 My father knew this man for many years, so papa decided to stop and see him. He gave my sister, father ana I a large box of chocolates.
 Later we visited the capital about an hour. We saw many things which delighted us very much.
 At eleven thirty we took the trolley bound for my aUnt's house. We had our dinner there and enjoyed it.
 In the afternoon my aunt and Cous- ins went to Palace theater and the show was fine.
 At five o'clock we returned to my aunt's house, where we enjoyed our supper.
 After supper we took the seven o'clock trolley and we changed at City hall to catch the car bound for home.
 We arrived home at 9:30 having the pleasure of my aunt accompanying us
 MILDRED F. WHITE.
 Stafford Springs.
Norwich bulletin., 1916-07-20
Our Fishinu Trip,

It was very warm in the summer of 1914 and one day we decided that we would go on a, fishing trip. My mother, father, sister, two brothers and I were going.
 The next Sunday was the day we planned to go and I could hardly wait for the time to come.
 It did come at last, however, and a beautiful morning it was, with not a cloud in the sky, or a breaEh of wind blowing.
 We put up our lunches and took all we thought we would need.
 Father owned a very large rowboat, so we thought that would be very good to go in.
 We all got into the boat and left the shore, hoping to return soon. As we could catch only a few fish near the shore we went out farther at sea.
 It was about noon when the sky began to get cloudy and look like a thunder storm.
 We knew what was coming and turned toward home. The storm over- there and the wind tossed our boat very much.
 The water began to come into our boat at the sides, and we bailed it out as fast as we could.
 At last when the storm was not quite as bad we were able to get near CT shore. In about, an hour we were all home and very wet. That week we were all sick with colds, but soon got better. I think we had all the fish ing trip we wanted for that summer.
 c. 0IARIE WHEELER.
 Stonington. -----> s.
Norwich bulletin., 1916-07-20
POETRY.
Lady Betty.

I have the dearest little dog No "cur of low degree" That twines herself around our hearts, So true and loving she. She was christened Lady Betty" Which pIeases ma and me, And because a name patrician, It fits her to a T. And when ] play the mandolin Her melancholy eyes She turns to me most pleadingly And moans and loudly cries. O, little one. what difference Is twixt thy soul CD and mine, That what to mine is harmony Is discOrd unto thine2 And though tease and shake her
 hard,
 WithaI she is so sweet, She forgives my dire transgressions, And kisses fond my cheek O let us from this little life A useful lesson find, And treat our lIith and kindred Most lovingly and kind.
Norwich bulletin., 1916-07-20
STORIES WRITTEN BY WIDE
 AWAKES.
Annie Mays Spelling.

Annie May was a little five-year- old girl who lived in the country. She was very fond of her picture books, and liked to have mamma read to her She could read and spell few words herself
 For a long time mamma was trying to learn her to spell girl" but she always forgot it, and mixed the let ters; so the day before Thanksgiving mamma said: Now, little Annie May, can you learn to spell girl today?"
 Annie May took her book and stud led the word girl.
 Then mamma said, Have you learn ed the wOrd"'
 "L-i-r-g'' said Annie May.
 Wrong" said mamma. You're only guessing. Girl begins with g!"
 "G-I-i-r," said Annie May. "WrOng, study a little while longer" She kept looking at the word girl" for long time then she pointed her fat forefnger on each letter and said "g-i-r-P again and again.
 Then mamma came once more. Have you learned the word, Annie Navy"
 reply.
 surprise for you in the kitchen. The surprise is under tue napkin"
 Annie May lifted the napkin and her face became all smiles, for there laid four little brown doughnuts, and one was in the form of a G, one was an I, one was an R. and one was an L.
 Then mamma gave her some dough, and after much whispering with Aunt Patty, and much mOIding and frying, Annie May made a pile for mamma; and when mamma put the funny little dOughnuts together they spelled Thank yOu!"
 The next day they had aunties and unCles and cousins and a dear grand father and grandmother to dinner, and before they began to eat, each one told what he was thankful for; and when little Annie Mays turn came, she said: T am thankful l can spell g-i-r-I- girl"
 LEO POLIQUIN, Age 12.
 Navcai11aS
Norwich bulletin., 1916-07-20
What Linhtninn Is.

Dear Uncle Jed: The dazzling light emitted by the electric spark when it shoots from clouds charged with cleo tricity is called lightning. In the low CT regions of the atmosphere the light is white. but in the higher regions, where the air is more rarifed, it takes a violet tint; as does the spark of the electrical machine in a rarifed medium.
 The flashes of lightning are some times several leagues in length and generally pass through the atmosphere in a zig-zag directiOn-a phenomenon attributed to the resistance offered by the air condensed by the passage of a strong discharge. The spark then diverges from a right line, and takes he direction of least resistance.
 The sound that accompanies light ming is called thunder. It is due to the sudden disturbance of the air in the vicinity of the line where the spark passes. It is generally a long rolling sound. rising and falling in in tensity.
 JOHN HOGAN, Age 12.