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Omaha daily bee., 1918-05-12
The History of a Match.
By Melva Thorpe, Aged IS Years, 35lC
Seward Street On1ah

Dy MclNd 1HoIpC, HSCu ~ Sdl D, oolo
Seward Street, Omaha.
Dear Busy Bees: l received my
prize book a few months ago. 1t was
Our Backdoor Neighbors." | enjoyed
it very much. | am sending you a
story which I hope you will like:
"Oh, dear" sighed the teakettle.
I'm sure | don't know story worth
telling and Mr.. Coffeepot won't tell
one. Whatever shall we do for amuse-
ment?
81 will tell you the history of my
life" said a little burnt match. "I'm
sure it will interest you"
"A fine story match can tell, but
we will listen,' said the others in
scorn.
MANY years ago." began the match,
Il lived in large pine forest, but /
was only small part of one tree.
One day some men came and cut a
great many trees and sent US down
the river to mill where our bark was
taken off and we were cut into
pieces.
Then we were sent to another mill
and cut into still smaller pieces. We
were very long and slender; much
longer than l am now," said the
match. Next we were dipped into a
large bowl of blue and red coloring.
Some men put us in boxes and shipped
US to a large grocery store.
After many days the grocery sold
me to lady. She took the box home
and lit the matches one by one. At
last she lit me. | made a very nice
light, but | soon went out and l was
LETT shorter and very black, as you
Sc me now"
"Fine," exclaimed the others. q
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a Royal Treasurer who is made of
money. What do you think"
Il think said the little queen, smil-
ing, that your friend must be the
richest man in all the world"
Il am" returned the Scarecrow;
but not OH account of my money.
For / consider brains far superior
to money, in every way. You may
have noticed that If one has money
without brains, he cannot use it to
advantage; but if one has brains with
out money, they will enable him to
live comfortably to the end OF his
days"
AT the same time" declared the
lin Woodman, you must acknowl-
edge that good heart is a thing that
brains can not create. and that money
can not buy. Perhaps, after all, it is
| who am the richest man in all the
world"
You are both rich, my friends"
said Ozma, gently; land your riches
are the only riches worth having
the riches of contentw
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GUS stones picked from their settings
by these vain girls, that every one
of the royal jewellers worked steadily
for more than month to replace
them in their settings.
Meantime the Army of Revolt was
disbanded and the girls sent home to
their mothers. On promise of good
behavior Jinjur was likewise released.
Ozma made the loveliest queen the
Emerald City had ever known; and,
although she was so young and in.
experienced, she ruled her people
with wisdom and justice. For Glinda
gave her good advice on all occa-
sions; and the Woggle-Bug, who was
appointed to the important post OF
public educator, was quite helpful to
Ozma when her royal duties grew
perplexing.
7 The girl, in her gratitude to the
Gump for its services. offered the
creature any reward it might name.
Then" replied the Gump, please
take ME to pieces. did not wish to
be brought to life, and | am greatly
ashamed of my conglomerate per-
sonality. Once | was monarch Of
the forest, as my antlers fully prove;
but now, in my present upholstered
condition OF servitude, am compell-
ed to fly through the Army legs
being OF no use to me whatever.
Therefore / beg to be dispersed"
So Ozma ordered the Gump taken
apart. The antlered head was again
hung over the mantel-piece in the hall
and the sofas were united and placed
in the reception parlors. The broom
tail resumed its accustomed duties in
the kitchen, and finally, the Scare
crow replaced all the clotheslines and
ropes on the pegs from which he had
taken them on the eventful day when
the thing was constructed.
You might think that was the end
of the Gump; and so it was, as a
fying-machine. But the head over the
mantel-piece continued to talk when
ever it took notion to do so, and
it frequently startled. with its abrupt
questions, the people who waited in
the hall for an audience with the
queen.
The Saw-Horse. being O1ma's per-
Omaha daily bee., 1918-05-12
BE Kind to Dumb Animals

First-Because animals are ssntient chea-
lures. They feel pain and are rendered un-
happy even by harsh words.
Second-Because 1t is the worst form Of
cowardice to Iii treat creatures who can
make no complaint nor ask TO- redress
Third-Becarce every act of cruelty and
cowardice detor'crates and degenerates the
character Of the perpetrator
Fourth-Because there is abundant proof
that such debasement is liable to lead to
crime; cruelty is . constituent part Of all
the worst crimes. -
Fifth--Because society IL composed OF
units and a. . whole would be incalculably
improved and elevated II the individuals
composing II refrained from cruelty and
adopted the practice Of kindness to every
living creature.
Sixth-Because the practice Of kindness
to every living creature or humaneness, IN
wolves the universal and specific application
Of the golden rule which would bring per-
manent peace between nations and rsdicaliy
change for the better the entire social order.
Seventh-Biessed are the mercifui Tor
they shall obtain mercy.
Omaha daily bee., 1918-05-12
(Honorable Mention)
Little lean.

By Alice Quigley, Aged II Years, Box
123, Cozad, Neb.
Dear Busy Bees: This is my first
letter to you. l am going to write
story. Once there was a little girl
named Jean. She lived with her step
mother. Her father was dead. Her
stepmother was very cross. They lived
in a little house about three miles
from town. They kept chickens, ducks
and three cows. Every morning Jean
had to take milk to town in a cart. 1t
was very heavy. In winter her feet
were sometimes frozen and boys
threw snowballs at her. In summer
her feet were burned from the hot
roads. Soon the cows were sold and
Jean was very lonesome. Then she
had to work around the house and
when she did something wrong she
always got beating. One day when
she was out in the yard she saw a
box lying in the yard. There was a
card on it that said, ITO Jean Web
ster." That was her name, so she
opened it and there was a little dog.
II was white. She had him for long
time. One day he got run over. She
was very sorry and had little grave.
She planted flowers on il. When she
grew UP she was an author and wrote
Dear Enemy. and Daddy Long
legs" She always loved children and
dogs and was very kind to them.
Omaha daily bee., 1918-05-12

ITO Mother" are inscribed the ac-
companying verses written by Eliza
beth Paffenrath, only 10 years old,
who has been named "The Busy Bee
poet" Little Beth is the daughter Of
Mr.. and Mrs. Fred Paffenrath, and
was one of the two juvenile piano
soloists at the Dance Carnival given
Saturday evening at the Brandeis
theater for the fatherless children
of France. Her skill as MUSICIAN
called forth marked praise in one so
young.
These are Elizabeth's verses:
The Joyous spring has como again,
And the birds are all a-slnging.
The robin and the iittle wren
And all to the north are winging.
The flowers are waking from their long
winter sleep,
The violet. tulip. and lily white.
And the creatures OF earth are beginning to
creep,
The whole wide world Is full OF sunlight
oh. bright glad April the first rnonth Of
spring,
Your showers bring the flowers Of May,
And another thing does sweet April bring,
For the 2lst Is mothers birthday.
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be North Wind and make the trees
bow down their heads to you'll
Woodpecker-Oh, North Wind,
please don't blow so hard. North
Wind stopping and locking around.)
North Wind-Who is speaking to
me and where are you?
Woodpecker-It is i the Wood
pecker, in this hollow stump. Couldn't
you stop blowing3
North Wind-Oh, no, I couldn't do
that, for if l didn't blow the ships
couldn't go across the seas.
Woodpecker-Oh, Pine Tree, can't
you shelter me in your branchesl
Tree-I would be glad to do that,
because you are so small Wood
pecker going to the tree.)
Woodpecker-Thank you kind
Tree.
Tree-Oh, North Wind, please stop
blowing until the Woodpeeker gsts
to me.
(The Woodpecker goes to the trss
and has warm shelter, and North
Wind blows on.
The Wind was kind and stopped
blowing until the Woodpeckes VA
safe.
Omaha daily bee., 1918-05-12
THE RICHES OF CONTENT.


HY HEN the wonderful tidings
wv reached the ears OF Queen
Jinjur-h ow Mombi the
Witch had been captured; how she
had confessed her crime to Glinda;
and how the long-lost Princes Ozma
had been discovered in no less a per-
sonage than the boy Tip--she wept
real tears Of grief and despair.
TO think" she moaned. "that after
having ruled as queen. and lived in a
palace, ] must go back to scrubbing
floors and churning butter againl 1t
Is too horrible to think of ! will
never consenti"
So when her soldiers. who spent
most OF their time making fudge in
the palace kitchen, counseled Jinjur
to resist, she listened to their fool
ish prattle and sent sharp defiance
to Glinda the Good and the Princess
Ozma. The result was a declaration
Of war, and the very next day Glinda
marched upon the Emerald City with
pennarts flying and bands playing.
and forest OF shining spears spark
ling brightly beneath the suns rays.
But when it came to the walls this
brave assembly made a sudden halt;
for Jinjur had closed and barred every
gateway, and the walls OF the En-
erald sCity were builded high and
thick with many blocks OF green
marble. Finding her advance thus
haf1ed, Clinda bent her Brows in
deep thought, while the Woggie-B Bug
said. Ii his most positive tone:
we must lay siege to the city,
and starve it into submission. 1t is
the only thing we can do
Not So" answered the Scarecrow,
We still have the Gump, and the
Gump can still hy."
The Sorceress turned quickly At
Ibis speech, and her face now wore a
bright smile.
II You are right" she exclaimed,
and certainly have reason to be
proud Of your brains. Let US go to the
GnTup at oncef'
So they passed through the ranks
81 the army until they came to the
place, near ths Scarecrow's tent,
where the Gump lay. Glinda and
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sonal property, was tenderly cared
for; and often she rode the queer
creature along the streets of the
Emerald City. She had its wooden
legs shod with gold, to keep them
from wearing out. and the tinkle of
these golden shoes upon the pave
ment always filled the queens sub
jects with awe as they thought upon
this evidence of her magical powers.
"The Wonderful Wizard was never
so wonderful as Queen Ozma," the
people said to one another, in whisp-
crs, "for he claimed to do many
things he could not do; whereas our
new queen does many things no one
would ever expect her to accomplish"
Jack Pumpkinhead remained with
Ozma to the end of his days; and he
did not spoil as soon as he had fear
ed, although he always remained as
stupid as ever. The Woggle-Bug tried
to teach him several arts and SCI
ences; but Jack was SO poor student
that any attempt to educate him was
soon abandoned.
AfterGlinda's army marched back
home, and peace was restored to
the Emerald City. the Tin Woodman
announced his intention to return to
his own Kingdom of the Wrinkles.
1T isn't a very big kingdom" said
he to Ozma, "but for that very reas-
on it is easier to rule; and / have
called myself an emperor because l
am an absolute monarch and no one
interferes i'll any way with my con-
duct of public or personal affairs.
When / get home l shall have new
coat of nickel plate; for | have be-
come somewhat marred and scratch
ed lately; and then I shall be glad
to have you pay me visit"
Thank you," replied Ozma. Some
day l may accept the invitation. But
what is to become OF the Scarecrow?"
81 shall return with my friend
the Tin Woodman." said the stuffed
one, seriously. "We have decided
never to be parted in the future"
"And ! have made the Scarecrow
my Royal Treasurer" explained the
Tin Woodman. "For il has occurred
to me that it is good thing to have
Omaha daily bee., 1918-05-12

Princess Ozma mounted first, and
sat upon the sofas. Then the Scare
crow and his friends climbed aboard,
and still there was room for a cap
tain and three soldiers. which Glinda
considered sufficient for a guard.
Now, at a word from the princess,
the queer thing they had called the
Gump Topped its palmleaf wings and
rose into the air, carrying the party
OF adventures high above the walls.
They hovered over the palace, and
soon perceived Jinjur reclining in a
hammock in the court yard, where
she was comfortably reading a novel
with a green cover and eating green
chocolates, confident that the walls
would protect her from her enemies.
Obeying a quick command. the Gump
alightcd safely in this very court
yard, and before Jinjur had time to
do more than scream. the captain
and three soldiers leapcd out and
made the former queen a prisoner,
locking strong chains upon both her
wrists.
That act really ended the war; for
the army of revolt submitted as soon
as they knew Jinjur to be captive.
and the captain marched in safety
through the streets and up to the
gates of the city, which she threw
wide open. Then the bands played
their most stirring music while Gin
da's army marched into the city, and
heralds proclaimed the conquest of
the audacious Iinjur and the acces-
sion of the beautiful Princess Ozma
to the throne of her royal ancestors.
At once the men Of the Emerald
City cast off their aprons. And it is
said that the women were so tired
eating of their husbands cooking that
they all hailed the conquest OF jim
jur with joy. Certain il is that, rush
ing one and all to the kitchens of
their houses, the good wives prepared
so delicious a feast for the weary
men that harmony was Immediately
restored in every family.
Ozma's first act was to oblige the
Army of Revolt to return to her
every emerald or other gem stolen
from the public streets and buildings;
and so great was the number of preci-
Omaha daily bee., 1918-05-12
Orioles.

By Edythe Berkshire. Aged II Years,
Oakland, la. Red Side
Dear Busy Bees: I am writing. to
thank you for the book | received
and will tell you true story.
One day my brother and | caught
two baby orioles. They were very
pretty. After we had caught them we
found a bird cage and put them in it.
Then we hung the cage on limb in
an old apple tree near our house. Then
we went in the house to watch them
out of window, and in a little while
the father and mothe. bird came and
fed the orioles through the bars of
the cage. After we had watched them
long time mamma called US to din
ner. After we had eaten our dinner
Omaha daily bee., 1918-05-12
prize Story
Winning the War.

By Elsie Nelson, Aged 9 Years, Box
2, Shelby, la. Blue Side.
Many people are doing their bit by
planting gardens and other things
to help win the the war. But best of
all there are our dear army and navy
men over there Somewhere in
France" who are doing their bit by
fighting the kaiser.
Many soldiers and sailors are anx-
ious to come home to see their dear
friends at home. But they cannot un-
til they fight the Germans and until
the Red, White and Blue floats over
the kaiser's throne. Many soldiers and
sailors are receiving Christmas boxes
and scrap books and other things
from their friends in the United
States. 1t makes them think of their
friends and they know they are think
ing of them and hoping them to come
home like heores. And forever we
will see the dear Red, White and Blue
waving Ger land and sea.
hope all the Busy Bees love our
dear flag and love Uncle Sammy and
President Wilson.
Omaha daily bee., 1918-05-12

Peggy Baker, little daughter Of the
secretary Of war, shown releasing
carrier pigeon with a message from
Mrs. Woodrow Wilson to Mrs.
Charles S. Whitman, wife of Governor
Whitman, of New York. The bird
carried an answer to an invitation
sent to the presidents wife by Mrs.
Whitman, to attend the military-naval
meet and ball at New York, for the
benefit of the women's overseas hos
pitals. The flight was a forerunner
of the establishment of military
pigeon service between cities of the
country. This service would be of
especial value in the event of =
breakdown of telegraphic facilities.
Birthday.
Josephine Drapier had a birthday
Wednesday and two of her girl
friends come in for dinner and game
Of croquet.
Omaha daily bee., 1918-05-12
Merry Sunshine

Good morning. Merry Sunshine
How did you wake SO soon?
You've scared the little stars away,
And driven away the neon.
I saw you so to sleep last night,
Before / ceased my playing;
How did you get way over there,
And where have you been staying.
I never 30 ts sleep, dear child
Just 20 round to see
My little children Of the east.
Who rise and watch for me.
/ waken all the birds and bees
And flowers on my way.
And last Of all the littls child
Who stays out late to play"
Eleanor Smith
Omaha daily bee., 1918-05-12
Little Stories BV Little Folks

we went out to see the orioles and a
bull snake had climbed up the tree
and had eaten one and killed the
other. Then my brother got a club
and killed the bull snake. We felt
very sorry that the bull snake killed
our two orioles.
Omaha daily bee., 1918-05-12
RuM RebAus

Ruth Roebling won the junior
four minute speakers diploma at
Jungmann school on the South Side
last week. Later Ruth gave her pa
triotic address at the Orpheum the
ater on the South Side. Miss Mar
garet O'Toole presented the honor
certificate to the little Busy Bee.
Omaha daily bee., 1918-05-12
Helm Win the War.

l1clp WIN tuo W6Ss
BY Marilla M. Shuck, Aged Is Years.
Sturgis, S. D.
Our boys now are at war,
This is the time
They'll need more, +
That we all know.
We must save the wheat and meat
For the soldiers to eat;
We must save the coal, -.
Then across the seas to take;
We must save the iron and steel,
With which the ships to make:
We must not eat all the cattle,
For the soldiers need meat in battle.
Mr.. Hoover's food administration
Is now going all over he nation,
'Tis coming spring now;
Come with hoe and with plough;
The gardens to plant.
Mother. sisters, father and aunt
This wish of Uncle Sans will grant
Uncle Sam has made this plan,
And we must do what we can.
There are Red Cross men and women,
There are Red Cross boys and girls,
Making the soldiers happy with mag
azines and letters,
They are also sending lots Of sweatera
Mr.. Hoover says conserve
Conservation" shall be the style
Bewarel
For they'll be asking %
To dry yapor In the
Brighteness of a smile.
Omaha daily bee., 1918-05-12
Love Song
By HARRIET MONROE.

love my life, but not too well
70 give It to thee Hike . flower.
80 II may pleasure thee to dwell
Deep in its perfume but an hour
4 love nay life, but not too well
Il love my life. but not too we'll
To sing II note by note away
30 to thy soul the song may tell
The beauty Of the desolate day.
love my ilfe but not too we'll
love my life. but not too we'll
70 cast II like Q cloak bn thine,
Against the storms that sAund and swe
Between thy lonely heart and mine.
love my life. but not too well.
Omaha daily bee., 1918-05-12

BY Gertrude Olderog, Aged 9 Years,
Gretfs, Neb. Blue Side.
Dear Busy Bees: This is my first
letter to the Busy Bee page. | read
the Busy Bee page every Sunday.
60 to school every day. I am in the
Third grade at school. My teachers
name in Miss Dillon. / am years
old, wish to join the Blue Side.
Omaha daily bee., 1918-05-12
Fairies SONG %. nZ z=HE= kATHER1NE Lee BATES

Mocking mankind;
DaZzls-and- dim folk,
Baffle-and-teass folk.
Do-as-we-please folk,
Hide-what-we-find.
We are the dream folk,
Dancing-by-moon folk,
Silvery-shoon folk.
Whirling In rings:
Stsaling.the-cream folk,
Raiding-the-shelf folk,
Omaha daily bee., 1918-05-12
Hike to Childs' Point.

Hike to Childs' Point.
The Fourth grade class of Holyoke
Dox school had a hike to Childs'
Point last Saturday. They met their
teacher, Miss Barr, at 7:50 o'clock in
the morning and then they autoed to
Childs' Point, where they walked in
the woods and cooked bacon, apples
and all sorts Of good things over a
camp fire. Those who went were:
Dorothy Higgins, Margaret Burgess,
Helen Meister, Rolan Raymond
Bowen. Alice Foye, Bryant Wilson,
Eleanor Wilson and Mildred Riley.
New Bicycle.
Allen Marsh has a new bicyle and
| is quite an expert rider.
Omaha daily bee., 1918-05-12
How Willie Got Out.

BY Bertha Hehner, Aged II Years,
Shelton, Neb., Route 2, Box 50.
When Willie was about E years old,
his father lived in a mining country,
where lead is found under the ground.
In searching for lead the miners be-
gin by digging large round hole,
which they call shaft. Mr.. Lee, who
was Willie's father, had a shaft dug
in his pasture. One day Willie called
his dog and said, "Come, Caper. let
US have a play. They ran under
trees. Soon Willie's mother began
looking for him. She went to the
gate, and there she met Willie's
father. She told him about Willie.
Soon he went and told the neighbors
and they came and wanted to look for
him. Soon Caper came running in the
room where the people were. There
was string tied around his neck
and bit of paper tied to the string
Mr.. Lee took the paper and saw that
it was a note from Willie. He read
it aloud:
"Oh. pa, come to me. I ain in the
shaft in the pasture"
Everybody ran to the shaft, and,
sure enough, Willie was there, safe
and alive. When he got home he
told his mother how it happened he
was in the shaft. He said he was
playing around the shaft and fell in.
Willie slept in the shaft over night.
wish some of the Busy Bees
would write to me.
Omaha daily bee., 1918-05-12
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2. Use pen and ink, not pencil.
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Children's Department., Omaha Bee,
Omaha. Neb.
Omaha daily bee., 1918-05-12

We are the hid-tolk.
Under r-the-leaf folk,
Beautiful, brief folk,
Glancing and gone.
We are the mid-folk.
Nor angel nor earth folk
Glistening mirth-folk.
Dew OF the dawn.
We are the whim folk,
Butterfly-mood folk.
Myraid-hued folk.
Omaha daily bee., 1918-05-12

won't have them" But the mumps
just swelled out and laughed all over
David's face in spite OF him. Virginia
Cotton is mumpish, too, but she didn't
even try to scare them away, for
she knew it was no use. When mumps
want to mump they just do it.
Omaha daily bee., 1918-05-12
A Line Party.

A Line Party.
Gertrude Marsh, the little daughter
of Mr.. and Mrs. ]. E. Fitzgerald.
gave line party at the Brandeis
theater Saturday evening to see the
Dance Carnival for the French Or
phans. Her guests were: Jean
Redick, Sarah Rich, Jane Powell,
Margaret Smith and Virginia Todd.
Mr.. and Mrs. Fitzgerald chaperoned
the party.
Omaha daily bee., 1918-05-12
Mischievous elf-folk,
Burglars on wings.

We are the hid-folk,
Seen-but-by-faith folk,
Glimmering wraith-folk,
Beauty's surprise;
Not-to-be-chid folk,
Not-to-be-proved folk,
Only the loved folk
OF childhood the wise.
From Fairy Gold"
Omaha daily bee., 1918-05-12

||szsz.sszszz:sz BUSY BEE SOCIETY

NOTE-Busy Bees will please
send their society items to Mar
garet Shotwell, Busy Bee So
ciety Editor, care Bee Office
Omaha daily bee., 1918-05-12

Mumps Win.
David Stones face started to swell
in ! very mumpish way and his
mother said, "Well, David. ! guess
your going to have the Amumps." en-
deed I'm not" David, answered, IL
don't want to have mumps and I just