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Ottumwa semi-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1916-1918, 1917-10-05
Gwendolyn Lemley of Rich
land Once Lived Way
Out West.

Dear Editor:
This is my second letter to The
Courier Junior
I have lived in Washington state "a
state worthy Of its nancy for about
five years. l. like it much better than
Iowa.
While was out there visited the
A. Y. P. exposition at Seattle. There
were many fine buildings and many
places of amusement. They had a
large tree trunk in which a MAJ had
his office. 1t had two windoT and
one door.
We lived about $50 miles from Seat
tie In the Vale Of Cashmere. We had
a fruit ranch on the mountain-side, one
half mile from town. We lived about
a quarter of mile from my chum and
we had good times together. We came
to Iowa about four years ago and have
lived here ever since.
had large Scotch collie dog of
which ! was very fond. He was next
to the largest dog in the valley and
was very intelligent He was a friend
Of nearly everybody in the valley.
like the mountains and the swift,
snow-fed rivers. think there is much
more beautiful scenery in mountain
Gus country than in more level one.
The lakes in the mountains are gen.
orally fed by small mountain streams.
In the spring there is an abundance of
wild sweet peas and sweet Williams
on the mountain sides. think the
spring the best time of year there.
There is no wind in winter. The snow
often lies foot deep on the fence
posts 1t usually falls pretty deep. It
was three feet deep on the level last
winter.
Well, ! must close or my letter will
become tiresome.
Gladys Gwendolyn Lemley, age 10.
Richland. Iowa.
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OTHER SUBJECTS.

The Juniors who do not care to write
In the above contests, can write on the
following subjects:
The Happiest Day Of My Life.
The Boy Scouts.
A Story About Bees.
Pleasure Of Working for the Red
Gross.
The Birthplace Of My Parents.
Ancestor Stories.
Her Best Gift.
Tho Good Roads Near My Home.
A successful Boy or Girl Farmer.
The 0lris and Boys Corn Club.
School Compositions.
lnteeestfne Letters.
UuUsuaI stories.
Current Events.
Soldier Stories Related by Veterans
and Retoid by Juniors.
The Aoeei ottumWa.
Ny Soldler Brother.
this contest win run all through the
06ath Of September. The writer's
en- se8ect their prizes from among the
following articles: A character doll,
lQttes paper, knife, ball bat, roller
Cka&ss. knitting basket, flag, book,
box Of candy, school supplies or knit.
tineneedles.
Ottumwa semi-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1916-1918, 1917-10-05
jeanette Stein-The Soldier
Boy of Today.

No man, woman or child whether old
or young, are honored as much as the
soldier boys of today
They are leaving their homes to
fight for us in foreign lands.
The richest people of New York are
entertaining the soldiers from Ottum-
wa and other cities in their beautiful
homes. In fact their homes are thrown
open to them for they too. realize that
these boys are going to fight for them
too.
The Red Cross is making comfort
kits for these boys to take with them
on their journey across the sea
Most of the soldiers are anxious to
be on their way to France to repay the
debt the United States owes her. She
sent Lafayette over to America in 1777
to help us. Now we will send our khaki
clad boys over there to help France
with this war.
jeanette Stein, age 10,
326 N Washington st, Ottumwa.
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Edith Mae ROush-Her Sol
der Brother, Harvey
Roush, Form erly
Worked at Nor
rell's.
Dear Juniors:

Dear Juniors:
am going to write about my soldier
brother. His name is Harvey Roush. He
Joined Company G in April and was
sent to Des Moines to be examined. He
passed the medical examination all
right and was in camp at Des Moines
a while. He was then sent back to OF
tumwa and was in camp Andrew about
month. When he was vaccinated they
gave him a furlough and he came
home. He told us ali about the drilling
and everything.
After he went back in camp papa
went over to see ifim. They were out on
on Kitchen duty so he wasn't out. Papa
saw them when they came in from
their hike He said they sure were a
fine bunch Of boys. Harvey thought he
was going next to Deming, N. M. but
they were drafted into the regular
army and, orders came for them to go
to Des Moines. He was there about
three weeks and then they went to
Long Island. There were five train
loads of them. He wrote us about his
trip. He said he was 100 hours on the
way. He saw many beautiful things
too numerous for me to tell. He said he
is getting fat and that the army life
agreed with him. He is now in Camp
Mills but will soon cross the water to
France. He don't know when orders
will come to go.
Well. thought / would write as my
brother who soon will be in France,
once lived in Ottumwa. He worked In
John Morrells packing house for five
years and his old friends would like to
hear a little about him.
My grandfather served in the civil
war. He now resides in Marshalltown.
/ hope my brother and every one
else's brother will return safely home
again.
Edith May Roush. age IA,
80 Drakesyille- Iowa
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Lawrence Morgan Go
lumbus and the West
Indies"

Dear Courier Junior: ~ ~
This IL my flrst story and hope you
will like It. The name Of my story ID
Columbus and the West Indies.
Before any white people came TO this
land there were Indians all AROUND
They lived in little huts and tents.
But In few ysars Columbus heard
OF the West Indies. He was so detArm-
ined to fnd them that he set out. For
many months he newer saw a sign OF
land. One morning they awoke and saw
land. fstl,' .
What JOY there was in the ship.
When they handed they saw an Indian
and Columbus thought he had reached
the West Indies, but did not know he
had reached new land. But whom he
saw an Indian they called them Ind
ians because he was near the WEI
hides. 2
Lawrence Morgan, age 10,
213 w. Keota ST., Ottumwa, Il.
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Helen Meadows Story Of
The Flag.
Dear Juniors:

Dear Juniors:
ten to the Courier Juniors. The BIRTH
day of our flag was on June IA, 1871.
There are thirteen stripes and forty.
eight stars in the American flag. The
coiors are red. white and blue.
The soldiers salute the flag and 1t ID
to be honored by everybody in this
country. The star spangled banner with
the broad stripes and bright stars was
written by Francis Scott Keys and the
first flag is said to have been made -
Mrs. Elizabeth Ross.
Helen Meadows, age .,
1856 S. Ward ST., .Ottumwa, Iowa.
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Alex Stewart-Seeing the
Sights of New York.
Dear Editor.

Dear Editor:
AS / have not written before I
thought I would write of some of the
sights have seen in New York.
l first visited the aquarium. That is
where they keep every kind of fish that
is in the ocean.
/ saw a turtle that would carry five
men on its back. I also saw a skeleton
of whale. Most of the fish are in glass
cases filled with water
The colors and shapes of the different
fish are nice to see.
This building is situated where all
the ocean steamers have to pass.
/ will close now.
will tell you another time about my
visit to the Bronx Park and Coney Is
land, New York.
Alex Stewart. age H..
BIS S. Willard ST.. Ottumwa. la.
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Audrey Disbrow-Tell.
Story of a Nickel.
Dear Juniors:

Dear Juniors:
I was very unhappy till one day I
hearda pecking up above me. Then
was taken out and put in a car.
After a few days at the mint was
a beautiful nickel.
/ was put ina bank and the next day
1 was taken out by little girl who
took me to the store to buy candy.
The groceryman gave me to lady
who put me with some other change
and gave me to the dry goods man for
q new dress.
The dry goods man gave me to a
lady who gave me to a poor girl. That
day the poor girl gave me to the baker
for bread. have been in the drawer
for several days. wish were out for
I am so lonesome.
Audrey Disbrow, age IS,
16S N. Davis St.. Ottumwa, Iowa.
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M a bel McMullen-'' My
Grandfather, Daniel
Walmer."
Dear Juniors:

Dear Juniors
l am going to write an ancestor
story.
My grandfather, Daniel Walmer was
born Febrauary 10, 1888 in Wayne
county, Ohio. He came to Iowa with
his parents in 1S48 at the age Of 10
years. They settled 21a miles south
of Fairfield. At the age of % years he
enlisted in the civil war, on May 8.
1861.
He was mustered into the army by
Alexander Chambers at Keokuk on
the 14th day of May, 1861. He belong
ed to Company e, End regiment, Iowa
Infantry. He was in service during
the entire war He was in many
battles. The most important were:
Battle of Fort Donelson; battle of
Shilo; battle of Corinth; battle of
Iuka; battle of Bear Creek; battle of
Nicker Jack; battle of Atlanta.
He was taken prisoner in the
Battle of Shiloh at Kahoba, Alabama.
and then at Macon, Georgia. He was
paroled after being prisoner for
three months. His first captain was
Frank Metzler. He resigned in the
first year of the war and John T.
Mccullough took his place. He was
on the Union side.
In the army 100 men made one COM
pany. Each company had one cap
tain. Ten companies make one regi-
ment and each regiment has ten cap
tains.
Grandpa is still living by himself at
his home on East Washington street.
Fairfield, Iowa. He was 70 years old,
February 10, 1917.
Mabel McMullen, Age 10.
205 w. Madison ST., Fairfield, Iowa.
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AL ADoUT PRIZES.

Wk Dc Wish the Juniors would 40.
RneWledQs their prizes.
II eny Junior has ever failed to 70.
cefve 4 prize after it is announced
IN this column, 1t is because the
wrong address has been given us.
When we say wrong address we es.
peciAlly refer to incomplete addresses
All city Juniors should put their
street number and all Juniors living
n the country should put their box
number or failing to have box send
IN their parents names.
Ottumwa semi-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1916-1918, 1917-10-05
THE COMFORT KIT PRIZE.

AS the comfort hit contest does not
close until October Is, we will reprint
TIE rules again:
We have all been helping to fix up
some '@ComfoFt kits" for the soldier
boys. These kits are intended for their
Christmas gifts. Into them we're put
the following articles! Soap in metal
- oeifuloid case, small metal comb.
1oethbrush In case, handkerchief, lead
Deucil. game writing pad, envelopes,
tooth powder in tin oontainer, small
steel mirror, sewing ht, shaving soap,
tobacco in pouch, pipe, foot powder,
wash cloth and name and address OF
white helping with this work the
Sheught came to us that perhaps some
juniors would Ike to send Christmas
tit to his or her soldier brother,
fs4heF, friend or cousin. Well, The
Courier Jr will be glad to help with a
comfort kit, but the Juniors must do
the most work, you know. Our idea is
TO offer q comfort kit" as prize for
the best story on one of the following
subjects:
NY VISIT TO CAMP DODGE.
MY SOLDIER FATHER ioR
BRoTHER).
COMPANY G.
GEN. PERSHING. ~,
RED CROSS WORK.
We are sure that all the Juniors
will work in this contest. The closing
day will be Saturday, October IL.
Ottumwa semi-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1916-1918, 1917-10-05
SEVEN RULES FOR THE JUNIORS.

1. Use one side of the paper only
Z. 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.
s. Number your pages.
s. Always state choice of prize on
. separate piece of paper, with nams
and address in full.
Z. Address envelope to The Courier.
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,Le0ra Eastlach-" My Pei
Colt"

Dear Courier Junior:
This is my second time have writ
ten to the Junior. I will write about
our pet colt. Her name is Maud. When
we 30 out In the field she will follow
us. She likes to be petted. She will be
two years old July 4. We also have an,
other colt and seven little calves and
chickens and turkeys.
Leora Eastlach, age .,
Abba, Iowa.
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m HE new fall models in coats for
the young school girls are de-
q signed to have plenty Of pockets.
The model shown has four large patch
pockets while brass buttons enhance
the military tone of the coat. 1t has
detachable cape collar and is made in
a very warm chinchilla of navy blue.
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of
the resort of sardnero with her children who like all OF
the This photo the taken of the and
hi arrived in his
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Schoolmistress: Tommy. how do
you spell 'ham'" Tommy: please.
ma'am, do you mean the am We 81
or the am We are?~
Ottumwa semi-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1916-1918, 1917-10-05
THE DREAMER.
He used to dream of things he'd do

When grown to be man,
Beguiling boyhood years away
With many an idle plan.
And now, when grown to be man,
He knows no greater Joy
Than dreaming Of the things he do
If still he were boy.
Thomas Nunan
Ottumwa semi-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1916-1918, 1917-10-05

One day little Bert said something
about his knuckles and his four.year-
old sister asked him what knuckles
were. Why" replied the younsster,
they are little elbows on my fingers"
Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1917-07-27
MARKET BASKETS.
Martins Measures About Deliveries Of
Groceries.

Wartime Measures About Deliveries Of
Groceries.
II you see anybody generous with
food ~wrappings and string these days
you may be sure It is not the owner of
a food business. Many employees. feel
ing NJ responsibility, continue to be as
lavish rs Of old with bag and Irvine,
but a small dealer almost wept when a.
customer offered TO take home a grape
fruit in her basket without a wrapping.
aMhatiYou would save 1s aAeent"
he exclaimed.
Some grocers VIII ask you IL they
shall deliver YOU purchases, which
may number half a dozen or more, but
they viii not let you have a big bag to
take them home IN You ask, THE big
bag costs less than delivery, does il
notT' Yes, but we have to pay for
the delivery anyway" Not willing to
drop the subject, you say, You ought
to charge everybody 5 cents for each
delivery" The grocer replies: But
that would not pay for what it costs
us. Our wagons cost us $3.50 a month"
OF course the grocer adds this cost to-
our foods, and he allows a safe mar
gin. Those who gre willing to carry
goods home pay equally with those who
do not Customers could work a change
in one week if they all chose the mar
ket basket way.
The "cash and carry stores have
lately displayed conspicuously u basket
with a price mark, 8 cents. Stout and
handsome baskets, which viii last
years. may be bought for less than ST.
How much more sensible it is to 5
these than to buy paper at present
prices, which is used but oncei We
cannot expect market development to
be so one sided a thing as most of US
have allowed it to be to the great ex-
pense Of pocketbooks. We have
gone to silly lengths in the free de-
livery system.
Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1917-07-27

tain-er-Cavendish. You posed as a
German, as an En~glishTnan."
Briefly, general, a girl secretly In
the pay Of the Downing street Office
Louisa Schmidt-Josepha, the cigar girl
whom you ordered locked up a few
hours ago-is the English representa-
tive in the Wilhelmstrasse at Berlin.
She learned of a plan to get a German
spy in your signal tower a month be
fore var was declared, reported it to
London, and l was summoned from
Khartum to London to play the part
of the German spy. At Berlin, where
she had gone from your own town of
Gibraltar to meet me, she arranged to
procure me a number in the Wilhelm
strasse through the agency of a dupe
named Capper"-
"Capperl Good Lord" Crandhll
stammered. :.
with the number I hurried to Alex
andria. Woodhouse - Captain Wood
house, from Wady Halfa-a victim,
poor chap, to the necessities of our
plan, fell into the hands of the VIII
helmstrasse men there, and I gained
possession of his papers. The Ger
mans started him in d robber caravan
of Bedouins for the desert, but | pro.
Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1917-07-27

vided against his getting far before
being rescued, and the German agents
there were al rounded up the day |
sailed US Woodhouse."
"And you came here to save Gibral-
tar and the fleet from German spies?'
Crandall put the question dazedly.
There were only two. geneIal-Al
mer and your servant, Jaimihr. We
have them now. You may order the
release Of Louisa Schmidt"
THE captain has overlooked one 9th
er-the most dangerous one of all.
General C~randall." Jane stepped up to
where the governor stood and threw
back her hands with an air of submis-
siolua>..Her name Is Jane Gerson of
nG- she knew all along that
this gentleman was decetvfng you.
She had met him, in fact, three weeks
before on a railroad train in France"
The startled eyes of Gibraltar's mas
ter looked first at the set features of
the man, then to the girls flushed face.
Little lines of humor crinkled about
the corners of his mouth.
Captain Cavendish-or Woodhouse,
make this girl a prisoner-your prison
err, sir"
Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1917-07-27
Don'ts For Mothers.

A writer in a recent issue Of Mothers
Magazine gives some very pertinent
advice to mothers in regard to their at
titude with their children. She says in
part: "Don't think that the moment
you are hone v-i4h or i8ss or girl
you must find fault or endeayor to I'M
prove the occaa-1a - a little moraliz-
ing, no matter in how loving a spirit.
This Is a hard Con L Tor no one is SO
anxious to help a child toward perfec-
ton as is the parent. yet it surely leads
to an avoidance of the moments alone
together, which should be times Of
happy condolences.
Neither should a parent correct the
child before others. Never mind If a
well meaning relative does say, My
dear. 1 am surprised that you do not
show more force Of character; your
children are suffering from a lack CT
discipline Pass the matter over TIL
you and the small offender can have it
out alone. If the circumstances are
such that it cannot be passed over take
him out OF the room"
Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1917-07-27
and
ROBERT WELLS
RITCHIE
What's this? What's this ?"

Whats this? What's this?"
"The wires are cut"
"Cut! Who did thatT' The general
started for the yellow man. Jaimihr
Khan whipped a blue barreled revolv-
er out of his broad sash and leveled 1t
at his master.
Back, General Sahib! I cut them.
The sahibah's story is true. 1t was she
who came in and found me at the
safe"
my God! You, Jaimihr-you a spyP'
The general collapsed weakly into a
chair by the desk.
"Some might call me that, my gen.
eral." Jaimihr's weapon was slowly
swinging to cover both the seated man
and the girl by the doors. mo need
to search that drawer, General Sahib.
Your pistol is pointing at you this min
ute"
youth pay for this" Crandall
gasped.
THAT may be. One thing I ask you
to remember. If one of you makes a
move 1 will kill you both. You are a
gallant man, my general. Is 1t not so?
Then remember
Crandall started from his chair, but
the uselessness of his bare hands
against the snub nosed thing of blue
metal covering him struck home. He
sank back, with a groan. Keeping
them both carefully covered, Jaimihr
moved to the desk telephone at the gen.
erals elbow. He took from his sash a
small piece of paper-the one he had
saved from the packet of papers taken
from the safe-laid it on the edge of
the desk, and with his left hand he
picked up the telephone. An instant of
tense silence, broken by the wheeling
of the generals breath, then:
"Nine-two-six, if you please. Yes,
yes. Who is this? All, yes. 1t is I,
Jaimihr Khan. Is all we'll with you?
Good And Bishop? Slain coming
down the Rock? Good also!'
Crandall groaned. The Indian con-
tinued his conversation imperturbed.
"Veree good! Listen closely! I CAM
not come, as l have promised. There
is work for me here. But all will. be
Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1917-07-27

well. Take down what l shall tell
you" He read from the slip of paper
on the desk: Seven turns to the right,
four to the left-press! Two more to
the left-press! One to the right. You
have that? Allah speed you! Go
quicklyw
Groom Dr. Crandall had leaped
from his chair.
Correct, my general-Room D."
Jaimihr smiled as he stepped away
from the telephone, his back against
the double doors. The sweat stood
white on Crandall's brow; his mouth
worked in jerky spasms.
"What-what have you done?" he
gasped.
81 see the general knows too WELL"
came the Indians silken response. 81
have given the combination of the in
ner door of Room d in the signal tow
er to a-friend. He is on his way to
the tower. He will be admitted, n
of the few men on the Rock who could
be admitted at this hour, my general.
One pull of the switches In Room D.
and where will England's great feet
be them"
"You yellow devil!" Crandall start
ed to rush the white figure by the
doors, but his flesh quailed as the
round cold muzzle met it. He stag
gered back.
I'VE are going to wait, my general,
and you, American sahibah, who have
pushed your way into this affair. We
are going to wait-and listen-listen."
The general writhed in agony. Jane,
fallen into a chair by the far edge Of
the desk, had her head buried in her
arms and was, sobbing.
"And we are going to think, my gen.
Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1917-07-27

to the States to you, a~nd-and-do you
think l could become a good Ameri-
cam"
Tiff you have the proper teacher"
the girl answered, with a flash of mis-
chief.
"AIl aboard for the SaxoniaF' 1t
was Consul Reynolds, fused, perspir-
ing, overwhelmed with the sense of
his duty, who hustled up to where the
Shermans were chatting with Lady
Crandall and the general. Reynolds
sharp eye caught an intimate tableau
on the other side of the auto. "And
that means you, Miss Steplively New
York" she shouted, much as I hate
to-ah-integrupt."
Jane Gerson saw her two precious
hampers stemming a way through the
crowd on the backs of porters, bound
for the tenders deck. She could not
let them out Of her sight.
"TWait Janer' His hands were on
her arms and he would not let her go.
"Will you be my teacher? 1 want no
other"
MY terms are high" She tried to
snile, though trembling lips belied her.
I'D pay with my life" he whispered
in a quick gust of passion. Here's my
PROMISE
them passed the world old pledge of
man and girl.
THE END.