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Ottumwa semi-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1916-1918, 1916-11-24
Mary Keefe-Why We Cele-
brate Thanksgiving
Day
Dear Juniors:

Dear Juniors:
I thought I would write and tell you
why we celebrate Thanksgiving day.
The Quakers lived in England. Tho
king was SO cruel he would not let them
have churches Of their own He wantcc
them to all 60 to the same church. II
they didn't he would send an army Of
men to destroy their homes. The
Quakers held meetings in some Of the
Quakers' houses They would be killed
IL the king heard about It. One day
they all got together. They said they
wanted to sail to Holland where they
could worship their own way. When
they were starting to get on the ship
they heard the footsteps Of many peo-
pie. It was the kings army. He had
heard about the Quakers going away
and had sent his army to make them
come back. The king had some killed
and some put in prison. The other
Quakers said they were going to sail
for Holland.
One night they crept out to the shore
Of England. They got In ship and sail
ed for Holland.
The king was very angry when ne
found out that the Quakers had gone.
They sailed for months and months till
stayed in Holland for about two years
Until their sons and daughters wanted
to marry the Holland people and dress
like the people OF Holland did They
said that they did not want their people
to marry any Holland people. So they
sailed away from Holland in the May
flower. They had sailed for almost a
year when they saw something TAR on
in the distance which looked like land.
They all cried for 10Y. AZ soon as they
came to the shore they knelt down and
prayed. Some Indians saw them and
went and told the chief Of the tribe. He
wanted to see them but still he was
angry.
The Quakers dug to see II they could
find any Indian corn. At last one man
cried out and showed them the Indian
corn that he had found.
They ate most all Of It. The rest they
planted. The Indian corn did not DO any
good that summer The chief sent some
Indians after the Indian corn they had
buried. The white people saw them
coming and the captain Of the white
people told the Indians they had eaten
some and planted the rest. And he said
II 1t did any good at all he would give
them some. And he said that he would
like to see the chief Of the tribe. The
chief came Nov. 81. The white people
had wild turkeys for the feast with the
Indians The chief Of the tribe and the
captain OF the white people smoked the
peace pipe and that was the first
Thanksgiving day and that is why they
celebrate Thanksgiving Day.
Mary Keefe, age 10,
425 E. Fourth ST.. Ottumwa, Ia.
Ottumwa semi-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1916-1918, 1916-11-24
Martha Marie WEIGH Has
Many Pets

Deara Juniors: I thought would
write about my pets. have a pet dog.
a pet canary bird. two pet rabbits and
some pet chickens.
l call my dog Teddy, my rabbits
Dot and Dimple and my bird Trixy.
like to go to school. The name of
my school Is Reveal My teachers
name is Miss Farmer
My little niece, Olive Marie Harring-
ton, is visiting us from Lincoln, Neb
She has brown eyes and curly hair.
/ will close for this time.
Martha Marie WEIGH, age Q.
Ottumwa, Iowa, Route 8.
Ottumwa semi-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1916-1918, 1916-11-24
The Three Bears-By Grace
Northrup

Once upon time there were three
bears.
There was the father bear. mother
bear and baby bear. The mother was
knitting, the father was setting by the
door taking nap, the baby was out
playing in the garden.
The mother said, II didn't know 1t
was getting so late. had better get
dinner. When dinner was ready she
called father and baby bear. Baby
said, What are We going to have for
dinner. Soup. oh, goodie! like soup
When they went in to dinner the
father said. my soup is too hot" $50
is mine,'' said mother. The father
said, LET us take walk in the woods.
While they were gone there was a
little girl came along and said: II won
der who lives here. l am tired. I will
see." She knocked at the door. No
body is at home. she said.
so she opened the door and went in
She went to the table. She tasted the
fathers soup. but it was too hot. She
tasted mothers and 1t was too hot.
She tasted baby's soup and 1t was JUST
right 80 she ate It.
She said she was tired and would
sit down and rest SO she sat In faith
ers chair. II was too high. She sat
In mothers chair and It was too high.
She sat in baby's chair. It was Just
right.
She saw a stair way. SO she went
upstairs. She got in fathers bed. II
was too high. She got in mothers bed.
It was too high So she got in baby's
bed. It was just right and she went
to sleep.
The bears came home. They went
in. Father said, Someone has been
In my chair and thrown the cushions
on the floor" Some one has been IN
my chair and scratched the paint or"
said the mother. The baby said some
one has been In my chair and has
broken It. He began to cry. Never
mind" said the mother.
They went upstairs. Father said,
Someone has been in my bed and
left some mud" The mother said,
Someone has been in my bed. There
is golden lock-" They went to the
baby's bed and there she lay.
She awakened and Jumped up. say-
ing, ooh, am 30 frightened" She nan
out Of doors.
The father sa1d. Il don't think she
will ever come back" Tho baby said.
II hope not" and she said, Il don't
think ! will ever 20 back there again.
Oracle Northup, ago Is.
Ollie. Iowa, Route L
Ottumwa semi-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1916-1918, 1916-11-24
THE LITTLE VOICE.

We were in the pantry by ourself.
Ne and the cake:
1t looked so pleasant on the shelf.
| climbed up there myself.
] heard a little voice inside the cake
Say Eat me- l don't think twas a
mistake.
7 pretended was little mouse
Irving to get inside my house:
The little voice was CRYING to come out
And so I nibhled all the edge about
Then mother came. and all at once
knew
1t was wrong thing to do.
] wasn't being good.
But mother understood
Mothers so dear when l have things
to tell.
And she can make a hurt place well
Ottumwa semi-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1916-1918, 1916-11-24
ALL ABOUT PRIZES.

We do wish the Juniors would ac
Knowledge their prizes.
81 II any Junior has ever failed to re.
sceive a prize after his or her name APP.
peared in this paper. it is because the
wrong address has been given us,
When we say wrong address we es.
peoially refer to incomplete addresses.
All city Juniors should put their
street number and all Juniors living
in the country should put their oox
number or failing to have a box send
in their parents names.
Ottumwa semi-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1916-1918, 1916-11-24
Jennie Friedman-The Firyt
THANKSGIVING

On the first Thsnkss1vine day many,
many years ago some white people
came to America In q ship called the
Mayhower These people were called
Pilgrims. They built log houses for 1t
was cold. In the spring tho Indians
gave them corn to plant. Tho Indians
were kind to the Pilgrims. They thank
ed God for their food and clothes. This
was the hrst Thanksgiving day.
Jennie Friedman. Age I.
Grade "A, Froebel School.
Ottumwa semi-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1916-1918, 1916-11-24
Grace Northrup Writes Let.
ter and Composition;
Let in Today

Dear Juniors: thought would write
you letter once.
am little girl thirteen years old.
go to school. My teachers name is
Claude Jacobs. like him very much.
am also sending you one OF my
school composition which | hope you
can use. School will be out In about
a week and we are going to have a
program and pie supper
$780, Oracle Northup,
Ollie, Iowa.
Ottumwa semi-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1916-1918, 1916-11-24
Dora Faldberg - The First
Thanksgiving

Many. many years ago some white
people came from England. They
were called Pilgrims. They came In
a ship called the Mayfower.
The Indians gave the Pilgrims some
corn to plant in the spring.
The Pilgrims went to church
Thanksgiving day
The Indians were kind to the Pill.
grims.
They had big dinner.
Thanksgiving is a thank you day.
Dora Faldberg. Ago 8.
Grade PA, Froebel School.
Ottumwa semi-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1916-1918, 1916-11-24
SEVEN RULES FOR THE JUNIORS

1. Use one side Of the paper only.
2. Write neatly and legibly, using
ink or sharp lead pencil.
8. Always sign your name in full
and state your age.
4. Do not copy stories or poetry
and send US as your own work,
5. Number your pages.
6. Always state choice of a prize on
a separate piece of paper, with name
and address in full.
I. Address envelope to The Cour
ier Junior.
Ottumwa semi-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1916-1918, 1916-11-24
ANOTHER CONTEST.

We also want the Juniors who
think the other subjects are too hard
10 write on one Of the following sub.
s5ects.
3 The Story Of a Nickel.
My Best Friend.
A Pet Dog.
4 Corn and Apples.
y Sweet Potatoes and Cotton.
A letter.
4 Select prizes from among the fol.
lowing: Box Of candy, football, roller
skates, doll, knife or book.
Ottumwa semi-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1916-1918, 1916-11-24
Wayne Emry Has a Dog
Named Buster

Dear Juniors This is my FIRST letter.
to the Junior page. Ny papa takes
the Daily Courier and I like to read
the Junior page.
liked the story about boy and his
dog. | have a dog. His name is
Buster He is good dog.
will close for this time.
Wayne Emry. age s
Route Q. Richland, Iowa
Ottumwa semi-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1916-1918, 1916-11-24
Why Willows Have PUSHES
BY Lucinda Carruthers

Once there stood beside the sea lit
tie cottage and In It lived an old wom-
an who was very fond Of cats. She kept
very many around the place.
One day she died and the neighbors
were going to drown the cats but Pan
did not like It and that night he took
them and put them on the boughs OF
a willow tree that dropped over the sea
and that Is why willows have pussies
Lucinda Carruthers,
col w. Mechanic ST.. Ottumwa. Ia
Ottumwa semi-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1916-1918, 1916-11-24
THE CONTEST.

/ Today we have many Thanksgiving
stories and next week we will have
many more. The prize winners names
VIII also be announced. We also want
W. whisper a sermonette into the ears
Isl every Junior to whom prize has
been awarded the past year. And the
ssermonette is this: Tell your friends
MI about the Courier Junior Christmas
stocking club. Ask them to become
members and be member yourself.
~ AS few more days remain before
the closing day of the Thanksgiving
contest we will reprint the subjects
again.
g'rTHANKsGIviNG DAY IN 1915.
sTv4ANKSGIvlNG DAY IN THE
tSS CITY.
Its fTHANKsaiviNc DAY IN THE
COUNTRY.
E I WY We CELEBRATE THANKS.
GIVING DAY.
THE NEW PRESIDENT AND HIS
FAMILY.
This contest will close Monday, No
MEMBER ~. The writers can select
prizes from among the following:
56cents-a-bal, Thanksgiving cake, box
Ecf school supplies. book. box Of candy.
knife or record for talking machine.
Ottumwa semi-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1916-1918, 1916-11-24
~

Mrs. Wellington Koo, wife Of the
young Chinese minister to the United
States, has q baby born In Washington,
over whom all Washington society
that has been permitted to see him. Is
raving. He is said to be Just as
"cute,' IL not cutter, than any other
baby ever born in Washington.
Ottumwa semi-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1916-1918, 1916-11-24

Next week We will tell the members
and their papas and mamas how hap
py the 1916 Christmas Stocking club
will make many needy children on
christmas day.
III Next Thursday is Thanksgiving day
and these seven booster" members
have shown the true Thanksgiving
spirit by thinking of other little ones.
From day to day we will publish the
names OF the 1915 Courier Junior
Stocking club.
Ottumwa semi-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1916-1918, 1916-11-24
Miss Lorraine Ligeett and "John
Splan."

Splan."
Despite the fact that this years
horse show, at Madison Square Gar
den, New York City, has no European
entries, the 1916 show promises to
equal in attendance and quality those
of other years. There are great
number Of juvenile entries, for the
most part in the pony class, and one
of them is here shown. The little girl
is Miss Lorraine Liggett and her ex-
hibit Is John Splan."
Ottumwa semi-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1916-1918, 1916-11-24
IOftunDQ Juniors
First Members of
/ 1916 Christmas
Stocking Club

Dear, Juniors: Two little Ottumwa
Juniors last Thursday started the
lCourier Junior 1916 Christmas Stock
Ing club. Friday two Dudley Juniors
asked to be enrolled and Monday three
more Ottumwa Juniors said they want
led to be members too. Consequently
We have seven g booster members for
The Courier Junior 1916 Christmas
blocking club. We are certainly
Krateful to the following dear little
[Juniors:
Es JEANETTE DAGGETT.
& ROSEMARY DAGGE1T.
RI MARY NEWQUlST Dudley.
gN CECILIA IRENE NEWQUIS1 (Dud)
/, CHAUNCEY FAY.
III ROBERT EMMETT FAY.
II WAYNE EDWARD SONGER.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1916-07-16
SYNOPSIS

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 aceIre tater argory nto bsam yo"ng oanood Golden he calls hhmH Lego turns the Cosavan the tendn ptncn9 out she
 rescued by mysterious ho saughn9 mass He tells her he is the Hammer ot God"
 girl oy Godens ndp But just a he dscoves ho she sue spirited away o0o Mony ivo1ous secretor traces her to the owp She rescued from there by the mysterious sanger oy the remarkable enpede" T emcag her 70 brandy drivng of
 after setting oft as eih $5o0O0 the gue o forged letter. He 'cih the money
 Maney kdnaped from Goes home the oTs Vest oy Lego He t the big uauH a Gdns eih the missing ha the chart i , t s s d itn ts ia t tforaorSs taued nnrrot anno 
 Warng demanding that he Windpord fslamd He oarng satetu Leoars auto Ma9oy rescued oy the Mysterious Mosk mother fearino ogoy i Legar hand receuno danded appointment the twnytoh floor d the
 Man1ey utter thrilling ride aeropane thron of the bdg Legar escapes The Laghing Mask the esre scap o1 oaper on cndoa" @ ployed D buHdinG
 shov theeae Many returned Margoy fatner hand antique qdnese Knife into the breast o the sleeping Magoy someone has been standn9 behind the urd opoV ne a o"y ho shrouded fure hauing 
 to be the mysterious guest house. Esparesoo1s
 applies the millionaire until Margory has approached But treat his poposon eousn he convnc her oncoctng the ented Legais counded bv the counts the ball. o 0uen that himself Tue Ldughng ldsk  oneered Lega toeUe the comnoton zeoa escape p1unug through the eindo by Manv
 the giont damited Out the pandemonum ohtch thGt do Epares s dyn0 preckage tm the basement
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The Deadly Decoy.

If David Manley was blindly and unreasonably happy, all that day and the next, he succeeded in keeping his happiness to himself. It was not propitious time, he knew, for the air ing of emotions so essentially per- sonal. There was still shadaw over the house of Golden, shadow which gave small promise of passing away until fate or accident ended the activi-. ties of one Jules Legar There was. too, shadow in Manley's heart, a shadow of doubt as to how far he was justified in accepting Margory Golden's words as he had accepted them. So as he talked with her the following day he was conscious of vaeue contraint which reminded him there were still reservations to DO TO-
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NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY

through the open window. Their mis- sion, it was plain to see. had been a fruitless one.
 You get out of here," commanded that irate and somewhat dilapidated youth, "and get out quick!"
 What have you got to do with that girl?" demanded the heavier of the threatened officers.
 i've got lot to do with that-girl- as I'll show you if you don't get where you belong inside of three seconds!"
 "Aw, leave the gink to his ravin's!" said the shorter man wearily. as the two left the room.
 1T guess I was wrong there, when I started to crow about having so much to do with you and your affairs, Manley said as he looked little wist- fully into her slightly smiling face.
 "Why do you say you were wrong?" she asked.
 Because every time do try to help you out I only seem to make a mess of things" was his disconsolate an- swer.
 You've succeeded in proving that you're really the best friend have. the best friend I could have!"
 But friendship, don't you see, is hardly enough" he declared as she turned quietly away.
 Then some day, perhaps, it may even be something more," she called softly back to him before slipping out through the opel. door.
 Some day it may be something p1ore!" he repeated aloud. Some thing more! Why good Lord, that means that some day chance-that some day she 5 going to let me tell her she's the only = Wow, but it's great day outside today!"
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Manley, the next minute. lifted his head from the pillow.
 Say, doctor, what's this about me dying?" he demanded.
 "That all depends on one point, was the doctors reply as he glngerly took up one of the slender arrows, no longer than alarming needle. And the point is whether or not we can find an antidote for the poison that was smeared on those outlandish blowgun darts. But the next point IS, how do you feel?"
 q might feel worse."
 The man of medicine looked pug. zled.
 well, that seems to be the strange part of this case. The infection must be a very insidious one. Even the wounds themselves show no signs of toxication So you wait here nlir1- ute until get mysinstrument bag!"
 When that somewhat bewildered man of medicine returned with his bag he found David Manley sitting up in bed, boring frowningly over sheet of paper which he held in his hand.
 .'Who threw this note on my bed?" demanded his patient with a vigor that was unlocked for in the dying. It was the doctors turn to frown as he took the sheet of paper from the others hand.
 T drew the fangs from Mauki's blowgun," read the message there inc scribed. His arrows held no poison and you are safe. The Laugh. ing Mask"
 (To be continued next weelk)
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spected and condolences to be with held.
 This was brought keenly home to Manley as Wilson carried in to the girl sitting so close to him a sealed note which she opened and read in silence. That this note brought 8 sdnewhat disturbing message to her was only too evident. And whatever that message, it was equally evident she intended to keep it to herself.
 4
 Margory Golden smiled a little as she folded up the note. She was still smiling as she tore the paper in two, again and still again. One small piece of that paper futtered from her fin- gers and fell half way between her and the still frowning young secre- tary. He stared down at 1t cap- tiously, almost sullenly. Then his eyes slowly widened, for clearly in- scribed on that scrap of paper he saw one-half of the sign of the Laughing Mask.
 Wont you tell me just what that letter said?" he asked, his earlier offended dignity rendered trivial by some newer predicament which seemed to confront him.
 "I'm sorry to say I can't" was Margory's reply.
 She then walked slowly across to the open fire and tossed into it the note, which she had already torn into fragments.
 Manley stood watching her as she ordered Train and the limousine and then called for her hat and coat. He had much to say, but for once he saw that silence was golden.
 The moment he was alone, how ever, he quickly crossed to the fire-i place, dropped down on his hands and knees and there peered closely at the charred remnants of the note which had been tossed on the coals.
 Three or four of the fragments he even rescued with the help of a brass fire shovel. He turned them about delicately and studied them patient iy. On one he deciphered the words "you will come" On another he man. aged to make out lam ill" The only remaining portion of uncurled carbon on which he could discover any trace of writing had lost its center. But on what remained of 1t he could read '6S Washi----re.'
The Birmingham age-herald., 1916-07-16
If You Have Not Begun "The Iron Claw,"
 Do So Now.

Here is the ninth in- stallment. Arthur Stringer is just reaching the heart of his story. Read this and order your next weeks paper today for the tenth installment.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1916-07-16
The Creeping Message.

David Manley, for all the predica- ment confronting him, tried to school himself to calmness.
 Close beside him, bound and gagged
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street, sweeping south, when he caught sight of the Golden limousine, empty with the exception of Train at the wheel, sweeping northwest.
 This disturbing discovery, once he had reached the square, took him up the stone steps of a ruinous mansion long given over to artists studios and workshops of 8 meaner order.
 He had climbed three flights of stairs, and climbed them with all the stealthinesS of a flat looter, when he came to a door which held out more promise than the others. For behind this door he could distinctly hear the sound of voices As he squatted down and peered through the keyhole he heard a girls muffled scream followed by a throaty laugh of triumph. And the moment he heard that laugh he knew>it to be Legar's.
 Yet at the same moment he made second and even more diverting dis covery. This was that a ponderous and brawny-armed woman, advancing with elephantine lurches along the half-lighted hallway. was shouting out shrill calls of warning as she came. Manley for one brief second nursed the delusion that those warnings were intended for his own ear. It was not until the huge and slatternly figure flung itself upon his still crouching shoulders that he awakened to the fact that he was being attacked, the startled eavesdropper found himself flung bodily through the suddenly opened door, even before he could draw his revolver. For he knew now beyond doubht that he was in the ter- ritory of the enemy.
 It was on Legar that he fixed his eye as he whipped out his firearm and steadied himself with one hand against the broken wall.
 Legar saw the revolver leveled at his body. He saw the look on Man. ley's colorless face. He knew what was coming.
 He did not stop to argue; he did not even turn to flee. But as he stood there, with his deep-set eyes fixed on Manley's face, his long right arm that terminated in it's claw of iron shot out and caught at. the arm of the girl still crouching so close to the wall beside him. But even quicker was Manleys discovery of Legar's intention to swing the body of the girl about in front of his own as human shield. And Manley, while the path was still clear, leveled his gun and fired.
 There was a shout, half of horror and half of rage, as Legar went down in heap, his wooden arm-end humping on the rough flooring like a mallet as he fell. And at the same moment that the brawny- armed Amazon boldly struck Manleys right arm up toward the ceiling, that startled band of Legar's followers united in a rush for the assailant of their leader and chief.
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he could feel the repeated duh sting of the flying arrows as they struck about his neck and back.
 But after that he remembered little.
 He awakened later to the sound of a woman's soft sobs close beside his aching head. And he knew, even be- for she spoke, that it was Margory Golden.
 Its no use, doctor" she was for iornly crying out to the figure nearer the foot of the bed. 'I saw that man, and know it was Mauk. And as soon as l saw him I knew Legar had sent him, had sent him with the same poisoned arrows that once killed an informer in the Owls Nest!"
 But this man isn't dead" protest ed the doctor.
 No, but he will die. They always die. And he did it all to save me. to save me, who wasn't worth sav- ing!"
 Now, young lady, this won't do. you know" the man of medicine tried to reassure the quietly weeping girl. And if you leave me with him for a few minutes I'll make another ex- animation. And then we'll know the worstl'
 "Pd rather stay with him-to the last" said the white-faced girl.
 But if you1i come back in ten minutes!'' quietly announced the man, who was not used to having his suggestions crossed. And he held the door for the unhappy girl as sne passed unsteadily out.