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The Detroit times., 1917-12-08

The u Food Administration has the Bakers of the
Operating License governing the making
and selling o product
The bread which will buy from and after
Monday, December be to set
intent of
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the
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These include order prohibiting the unsod bread
by the the baker We that with
he and
ave yh hfoveS
The Baking Industry of the is making effort assist
the Food Administration their ask lend
support Thanking
The Detroit Wholesale Bake
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Norwich bulletin., 1917-05-03
Why the Donkey Has Long Ears.

When God made the animals he told
Adam to give each one name. Adam
prepared to carry out this command
by collecting all the animals and max
ing them stand in a row.
He began to name them and pref
ty soon he came to one whom he call
ed donkey" but then the donkey had
small ears.
Soon he was interrupted by the dom
key who had forgotten his name.
Adam told him his name again,
pulled his ears. and sent him back to
his place.
When Adam had gone another short
distance the donkey again asked what
his name was.
Adam pulled his ears harder this
time and sent him back into the line.
He had not gone very far when he
was interrupted the third time by the
donkey, who had again forgotten his
name.
Adam grabbed his ears and pulled
them soundly while he shouted
donkey" so that he would be sure
and remember it.
This is why the donkey has long
ears and always will have.
WILLIAM G. ROBINSON.
StOninPtOO
Norwich bulletin., 1917-05-03
Be Kind to Dumb Creatures.

a Song for BE Kind to Animals" .
Week-)
Be kind to dumb creatures, be gentle,
be true.
For food and protection they look up
to you:
For affection and help to your bounty
they turn,
Oh do not their trusting hearts wan
tonly spurni
Re kind TO dumb creatures, nor grudge
them your care,
God gave them their life, and your love
they must share;
And He who the sparrow's fall tender
~ needs
VII lovingly look on compassionate
deeds
He made them and blessed them, the
LEAST are His care;
The swallow that wings her swift flight
through the air
The dog on your hearthstone, the horse
in your barn,
The COW in your pasture, the sheep on
your farm
Mrs. ]. F. R. Firth.
Norwich bulletin., 1917-05-03
How Lucy Got Her Dress.

The Grove House had again opened
for the summer. and life and bright
ness seemed to have come into the
whole village. The Grove House was
the big country hotel; and during the
summer months it was filled with Wis
itors from the city. who came to en-
joy the trees and birds, the fresh air
and flowers, and to rest from the whirl
and rush of the long winter just past.
Lucy Trapper lived with her widow
ed mother fn a ttlc-cottage near the
big house. Mrs. Trapper washed and
ironed for the ladies at the hotel, and
Lucy sometimes went with her mother
to help carry home the clothes, and
the ladies' had grown to know her. and
treated her very kindly. Lucy needed
a new frock so badly, and mother could
not get it for her, Lucy made up
her mind to earn the money.
Every morning, bright and early. she
got into her little boat. pushed down
to the lily pond, and gathered great
armsful of the beautiful white flowers.
These she arranged in punches and
sold to the ladies at the hotel, so that
by the time summer was over Lucy
had money enough to buy her dress,
and also lovely new cap for mother.
JOSEPHINE ATWOOD, Age 10.
Willimantic.
Norwich bulletin., 1917-05-03

trees and hide their nest among the
leaves. Orioles hang their swinging
cradle at the end of a branch, where
cats and snakes and naughty boys
cannot go. Song sparrows tuck their
little home in a tuft of weeds on the
ground, and bobolinks hide it in the
tall grass.
After a safe place is found they have
to get something to build with They
hunt all about and gather small twigs,
or grass stems, or fine rootlets and
pull narrow strips of bark off the
grapevines and birch trees, or they
many other things. Robins and swal-
lows use mud.
AS they go on building the mother
bird gets inside and turns around and
around to make it fit for her form and
be smooth and comfortable for her to
sit in.
IF, When a nest Is made it must be
lined. Then some birds go to the
chicken yard and pick up feathers and
others horsehairs. Some of them pull
off the soft down that grows on plants
or get pieces of wool from the sheep
pasture or old leaves from the woods
to make it soft and warm inside.
Some birds homes are only plat
forms, where 1t seems as IL the eggs
would roll off, and others are deep
no one can get in. Some are dainty
baskets hung between two twigs. There
are as many different ways as there are
kinds of birds to make them. It is very
interesting to watch a bird build its
home.
CATHERINE A. DUNN. Age 10.
Norwich.
Norwich bulletin., 1917-05-03
Willinantic,
The Prajrie Doc.

The prairie dog is not a dog at all
but takes it's name from it's cry, which
resembles a sharp bark.
about sixteen inches in length. Its
shape is round and its fur is a grayish
red
The prairie dog lives under the
ground in holes that are called bur-
rows. These holes go down into the
ground for five or six feet and end in a
large open space. Thousands of these
burrows are dug close to one another
and often the ground is not safe for a
horse to walk upon.
Near the mouth of each of these
burrows is a little mound or heap OF
earth. On one of these sits a dog,
and if anyone comes near it gives a
sharp bark of alarm, and down it goes
INTO its burrow- AS it goes down its
little feet knock together in a way
that is Very funny to see. No sooner
are its feet out of sight than its head
pops out again to learn what is going
on.
1t is pretty sight to see a number
of these little creatures as they jump
in and out of their burrows ;. The
prairie dog lives on grasses and roots
and the prickly pear, but it will eat
almost anything green. 1t does great
harm to the crops, and the farmers
often poison thousands of them.
When tame, the little creature will
follow its master about like a dog and
make its home near by him.
BLANCHE GREENWOOD, Age IL.
PlainfieId
Norwich bulletin., 1917-05-03
POETRY.
The Ant and the Cricket.


= silly young cricket, accustomed to
sing
Through the warm, sunny months OF
gay summer and spring,
Began to complain, when he found that
at home
His cupboard was empty and winter
was come.
Not a crumb to be found
On the snOw-covered ground;
Not a flower could he see,
Not q leaf on a tree:
~Oh. what will become says the
cricket, of me?"
At last by starvation and famine made
bold,
All dripping with wet and all trembling
Away he set off to a misery ant.
To see II. TO keep him alive, he would
grant
Him shelter from rain;
4 mouthfuI of grain
He wished only to borrow,
He'd repay it tomorrow;
Y not he must die Of starvation and
sorrow. -
Saws the ant TO the cricket, I'm your
servant and friend.
But We ants never borrow. we ants
never lend;
But tell me. dear sir, did you lay moth
ing by
When the weather was warm" Said
the cricket. Not 1.
Ny heart was SO light
That I sang day and night,
For all nature looked gay"
You sang. sir. you say?
co. then" said the ant. and dance
winter away"
Thus ending, he hastily lifted the
wicket.
And out Of the door turned the poor
little cricket.
Though this is a fable, the moral Is
good:
Il you live without work, you must
live without food.
Anonymous.
Norwich bulletin., 1917-05-03
UNCLE JED'S TALK TO WIDE
AWAKES,

The marshal of France, General
Joffre, now in this country upon an
important mission, and the most IA
nous military commander on earth, is
not called The Great but The Silent!"
His father was farmer and he was
a farmers boy and was placed in the
army with the hope that he might be-
come great and make his family ia
nous.
He never entered into games with
other boys, never cut up any tricks,
never said anything cute as boy or
man, complained of nothing that hap
pened to himself, or talked about any
thing that happened to others, or per-
sona1ly applied for promotion. During
the siege of Paris in 1870 his general
came to see how the lieutenant in
command was doing. He was so
pleased he extended his hand and said:
Captain Joffre, congratulate youi"
He knew then he had won a commits
sion higher up.
AS boy and man Joffre represented
a rare racial type, he simply applied
himself faithfully to his tasks and did
everything well.
He waited so long for recognition
that his friends and family lost faith
in him. It was IA years before he
was raised from lieutenant to cap
tain.
When Captain Dreyfus of the French
army was falsely tried and condemned
as a traitor and France and all the
western world was excited over it,
Joffre was never heard to mention it.
When he was chosen to command
the forces of France in 1914 it was be-
cause he was recognized as an able en-
gineer and the greatest trench or ditch
maker in the world.
General Joffre's men all love him
because he is just, and the officers are
required to obey camp orders the same
as the common soldier, and he never
allows himself to break the orders he
issues for the conduct of others.
Like our own Admiral Schley, he is
ever aware that there are, 1lonors
enough to go round; and he tells the
whole world victories are no longer
won by generals as in the days of
short battle lines, but by the officers
and men Of the trenches, who on long
lines of defense must make movements
for beating the enemy without orders"
When Joffre became marshal of
France, the writers of books began to
look into his life to tell the people
about him and there was nothing to
tell except that he was never talka-
tive or boastfuI or pleading, but had
always attended to business ard every
thing he had been assigned to do had
been done with credit to himself and
for the glory OF France.
Norwich bulletin., 1917-05-03
Making Cast Steel.

In 1860 there lived in a small vii
lage near Sheffield. a watch maker
named Mr.. Huntsman. He became
discouraged with the watch springs in
use. He set himself to work mailing
uniform watch springs. He said:
If | could melt a piece of steel and
cast it into shape it would be the same
quality throughout
success but at last he succeeded. His
steel became famous and his ingots
were in great demand. He did not
call his ingots cast steel. that was his
secret No one knew how to make
the steel. but a few most faithful men
he hired. The work was divided; a
large salary was paid. and rigid oaths
We're taken. The name of the small
town was Attercliffe.
One midnight in the dead of winter
when the Attercliffe steel works were
sending forth their smoke, a belated
traveller knocked at the gate. 1t was
very cold; the snow fell fast; and
common farm lbaorer, awakened no
suspicion.
The foreman looking at him closely,
at last let his-1nto the works. Making
believe to be worn out from cold and
hunger. the poor fellow sank upon the
floor and was soon seemingly fast
asleep. Sleeping was far from his
intention. He carefully opened his
eyes and saw the workmen cut the
Seeei Hilo DltSs pace Inen INTO met
ing pot which was put into the fur
mace. The fires were urged to their
utmost intensity until the steel was
melted. The workmen were clothed in
rags which were wet to protect them
from the heat.
The steel was then taken from the
furnace and poured into molds. Hunts
mans factory had nothing else to dis
close. The secret of cast steel was
stolen.
JOHN ]. A KRIzANEK. Age IA.
Stonington.
Norwich bulletin., 1917-05-03

An American who lives in China
had reached an altitude of about nine
Slaooutaishan, when he lost the trail.
He branched off and climbed a lower
peak to see whether he could discover
the right track. He managed to
crawl to the top, and since the view
was very fine he opened his paint box
to make a sketch.
As he was sorting over his brush
-es the stone on which he was sitting
gave way, and he started sliding
down the almost perpendicular slope
He tried to clutch the ground with
his hands. He seized every projecting
stone, in the hope of stopping his pre-
cipitous descent, but at the speed
at which he was going that was no
easy matter.
death stared him in the face, for
another hundred yards would bring
him to the edge of a, precipice sever
al hundred feet high, over which he
must inevitably go. His hair seem
ed to stand on end as he approached
the sound of his heavy paint box
changing from rock to rock as 1t ac-
companied him in his descent.
A violent shock, which nearly tore
his body in two. made him think he
had gone over; but no. he had sud
denly stopped.
He opened his eyes. but he did not
dare to move, for his position. al
though much improved was far from
safe. His coat and a strong leather
strap that was s1ung under his arm,
had caught on a projecting stone; but
a single false movement on this part
would start him sliding down the
slope again.
Slowly. carefully, as he lay on the
almost perpendicular slope. he tried
to get footing; when he had sue
ceeded in doing that, the great diff
hculty was TO turn around After
several anxious moments, each of
which seemed ages long. he succeeded
and there he was. half kneeling. half
lying with his body on the ground.
c1utching the rock that had saved
him.
Then, when his agitation had pass
ed away. he managed to crawl up, cat
fashion, to a position of safety
ALEC GRLISKEIR. Age TO-
Versailles.
Norwich bulletin., 1917-05-03
Ichabod Crane and His Borrowed
Horse.

The animal was a broken down
pillow horse that had outlived almost
everything but his viciousness. He
was gaunt and shagged, with a eve
neck, and a head like a hammer. His
rusty name and tail were tangled and
knotted with burs. One eye had lost
It's pupil, but the other had a CLEAN
of genuine spirit in it. Still he must
have had fire and mettle in his day,
if we may judge from the name he
bore of Gunpowder. He had, in fact.
the choleric Van Ripper, who was a
furious rider and had infused. prob
ably, some of his own spirit into the
animal: for, old and broken down as
he was, there was more lurking in
him than in any young filly in the
country.
Ichabod was a suitable figure for
such a steed. He rode with a short
stirrup, which brought his knees near
ly up to the pomneI of the saddle. His
sharp elbows stuck out like grasshop-
cularly in his hand like a scepter:f and.
as his horse logged on. the motion of
his arms were not unlike the Tapping
of a pair of wings.
A small wool hat rested on the top
of his nose, for so his scanty strip of
forehead might be called; and the
skirts of his black coat f1uttered out
almost to the horses tail Such was
the appearance of Ichabod and his
steed as they shambled out the gate
of Hans Van Ripper, and it was al
dom to be met with in broad day
light.
STANLEY sKRABA, Age II.
Versailles.
Norwich bulletin., 1917-05-03
A Hepatics.

was born in a sunny place on the
sloping side of a cliff. First / sent up
tiny shoots from a seed blown there
by the wind. These tiny shoots grew
into leaves. Then L sent up more
shoots with buds on them. Finally
they grew into beautiful violet-blue
flowers.
One day little girl came and saw
me. She cried: oh! what a pretty
f1owerl Hepatica! 1 will take it to
Jenny Lane"
Jenny Lane, as I afterward heard,
was a little lame girl.
The little girl that saw me and took
me to Jenny was Gladys Grey. Then
Gladys took me up by the roots and
set me in front of Jennys window.
Jenny was glad to see me and I was
glad that I could make her happy.
One day man came and stepped on
me- I was afraid I would die
Jennys mother saw me and took me
up and put me into a tin can with
some earth in it. Then she took me to
Jenny's room and 1 have never been
stepped on since.
CORA CHAPPELL, Age 10.
Chestnut Hill.
Norwich bulletin., 1917-05-03
Willimantic,
Spring..

My name is Spring. I come once
year and when I come I bring joy to
the people.
I come after the long dreary winter
and 1 bring the warm sunshine from
the south.
1 bring the little birds back from
the south. The most pleasure is in
the morning when the little children
awake and go out into my pure fresh
air to take exercise.
The soft south wind comes to play
with me.
Mr. Autumn, you are bad. Do you
know it? You send the poor little
birds from me, then you drive me
away. I don't care if you can make
chestnuts ripen. I rather wander
through the budding woods and fields.
And Mr.. Autumn I'm not the one who
brings back the flowers? 1 let the
beautiful little violets spring up from
their little chambers in the ground. 1
come and tap lightly at their door
and say:
'rViolet sweet violet,
Pray open your eyes
The grasses are creeping
Under sunny skies"
And as soon as they hear. what I
say they wake up and come out in the
fresh air.
ORMOND H. HOLLOWAY, Age IL.
PlainfieId.
Norwich bulletin., 1917-05-03
Prize-Winnsrs in DRAWING.

1-UncIe Sam, by Catherine Murphy,
age 10, OF Norwich-s1. 90.
-Fido's Easter Hat, by Sylvia. A.
Miner Of North Franklin-75c.
0An Easter Rabbit, by r. Leah
Gordon of Norwich-75c.
4@Some Promise, by Esther Cramer.
age -. of Norwich-50c.
6-Mr. Frog OF at-o'-ninetailviIIe,
BY Roger 3. Miner Of North Franklin
sec
s-Mudder's Darling, by Faith Cur
Ais, age 10. Of Norwich--25c.
Mr.. Crow, by Albert Mathewson,
age 10, OF Versaiiles-25c.
s-An Eskimo Boy, by Faith Curtis,
age 10. OF Norwich-25c.
sob, My!" by Floyd b Lambert,
age .. Of Norwich-25c.
1a-Ths Lest Girl, by Alice Conner
% TersaiIles-35c.
11-GoIdeu Hair, by Edna Kendall,
aged Il. of Versaiiles-25c.
Norwich bulletin., 1917-05-03
Norwich.
The Laps.

On the northwestern coast or Nor
way are settlements OF ~Lap1anders,
frequently visited bv travellers in their
tour through the "Land of the Mid
night Sun" One visit usually salts
f1es the tourists curiousity. The Lamps
are by no means beautiful. attractive,
or cleanlv They are short In stature
the men being about five feet high, and
the women four. They have high
check bores, wizened faces, fat noses
and small almond ewes. Thew wear
garments made of reindeer skin with
the peIt turned outwards. These gar
n7ents last indefinitely and are hand
ed down from parents to children. The
lower limbs of the Iapps are usually
covered with bands of worsted wound
about the ankles. and legEings of
whale skin. which fit their forms al
most slightly as If they were their
own skim
The Lapps live in miserable huts
made of wood, turf and straw. and lin
ed with reindeer hide. One of these
will often contain two or three fam
lilies. They sell to tourists, bone
knives fur purses and other objects
of their own manufacture. They are
tough and hardy like most dwarfs. and
Dickens could have found among them
many models for his character of
Quilp.
They are great smokers and as
their huts are also filled with smoke,
they become at last thoroughly
smoke dried within and without. This
creates ardent thirst. and they are
in consequence very fond of intoxicat-
ing liquors.
When Norwegian wishes to remon-
Norwich bulletin., 1917-05-03
TWO LONG YEARS
HE SUFFERED
"FTuit-a-tiVeS" Made Him Feel
As If Walking On Air
OzIELIA, Nov. 2sth. 1914

O2IILIAs NOV. 18th. 1914.
"For over two years, was troubled
with Constipation. DroUsfness, Lack of
-6eS<tiE< and HeadaasSS. One day saw
your sign which read "Fruit-a-tives
make you feel like walking on air. "a
This appealed to me, so decided to
try box In a very short time, 1
began to feel better, and ron Iteei fine.
Ihaveagood appetite, relish everything
I eat, and the Headaches are gone
entirely. recommend this pleasant
fSsfsf s'zedfcfze to all my friends".
DAN MCLEAN.
Soc. box, for $3.50, trial size, 25c.
At all dealers orsent postpaid by Fruit
l-tives Limited, Ogdensburg, NY.
Norwich bulletin., 1917-05-03

them. But the saddest part of 1t was
that nothing remained Of the caravan
except two men and two camels.
from them during the terrible sand
storms of the desert. They did not
know whether they were dead or
alive. Maybe alive. Bu4 they were
In a terrible condition. Their water
ting low and nothing seemed to help
them. Their water was SO scanty that
they often had only cup day. and
that was very warm At night they
lay on the cool sands of the desert
which were boiling hot during the day.
with the blue sky for their roof.
In the danytime they toiled onward
with their tired and faint camels fol-
that they Needed water. They travelled
aimlessly from morning to night.
Every foot of ground seemed like
rod.
reward noon they saw something
which spurred them with courage.
Both Quickened their steps somewhat,
but the sight that met their eyes
there made one hesitate. AS the other
sprang to get water he was seized by
his companion. .
Don't drink that poisonous water"
he said. "Or your bones will soon De
added to that heap over yonder.'
Just as he finished speaking, both
fell over exhausted. AS they olo SO
DOM 1Ilen 1Sdfu SOfflSbouy Siy
who goes there?" in sArabic-
This party of men proved to be the
remnants of the long lost caravan.
They rode up. There stretched out side
by side lay two men. Their only pos
sessions, two camels, were on the point
or collapsing. Finally everything was
arranged and the party started on.
Soon all arrived in the city Of Tim
buktu, where the wants of the animals
and men were satisfied. The hardships
on a terrible.
RAYMOND WEIDEN.
DiIIiY1 oati
Norwich bulletin., 1917-05-03
THE WIDE AWAKE CIRCLE
BOYS AND GIRLS DEPARTMENT
HONORABLE MENTION.

A Sunbonnet Baby, by Edith Purvis,
age IL, of Norwich.
A Singina Bird, by Sylvia A. Miner
of North Franklin.
Lord Lardly, by Roger B. Miner of
North Franklin.
The Little Balloon Boy, by Dona Du-
gas of Versailles.
Foes Before and Behind, unsigned. .
Dcttie Dinnpie, by Isabelle Rodier,
age IL, Of Norwich.
Wolf by Edna Kendall of Versailles.
a Snake, by Claude Robinson of Nor
witch Town.
An Automobile, by William Bourey,
age 10, of Glasgo.
Peter Pan, Everett Burrill, age 10,
of Stafford Springs.
The Ram, Grace A. Burrill OF Stat
ford Springs.
A Stylish Lady, by Mary Woods. age
IL, of Norwich.
Friends, by Vivian Miner of Yantic
The Pisymates, by Mary A. Burriil
of Stafford Springs.
The Cat and the Butterfly, by Emile
Raymond. age 10, of Taftville.
The Planter, by Elizabeth Pothwell,
age Is, of Taftviile.
Ouch! by Leroy P. Burgess of Leba-
non.
Mr.. Bear, by William Bourey. age
10. Glasgo.
A Girl I Know, by Mary German,
age 9, of Versailles.
Squire Goose, by Rose B1ain of Yer
sailles.
An Angel, by Alma Buteau, age 8,
OF Baltic.
A Dutch Girl, by Martha H. Reilly
of Norwich.
His First Day Out, by Edward Nc
Govern.
Our Groeeryman, by Ida Greenman
Norwich bulletin., 1917-05-03

A lean, hungry wolf was prowling
about In search of supper. When he
met a big, well-fed mastiff.
How do you manage to look SO
sleek, when I. who work ten times as
hard, am half-starved - inquired the
wolf.
"Oh,'' said the dog. 'T watch the
house at night and sleep all day"
"Just the thing for me-" said the
wolf But first tell me- what is that
mark around your neck"
That's only made by nv collar
answered the dog. 81 am chained up
all day. They say 1 may bite. but that
is all nonsense"
Good by" said the wolf turning
back. Chained up indeed! No. thank
you"
ANNIE HOPKINS. Age 9.
Jewett CITY