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Omaha daily bee., 1918-11-03
CHARADES

My first is in silver but not in grey,
My second is in spoon but not in
tray,
My third is in mirror but not in
vain,
Ny fourth is in money but not in
gain,
Ny fifth is in red but not in blue,
My sixth is in crimson but not in
hue.
My seventh is in penny but not in
pound,
My eighth is in tone but not in
sound;
If these letters you place Alright
A county of England will come to
sight.
My first is cave. My second an
impression. m II
My whole is kingdom in Europe.
3.
My whole it is a Bible name.
1t tells us of much strength.
My first it is a Christian name
But not of any length.
My second is what every man
That is now living is;
Be he heather or a Turk
This title still is his.
4.
My first is a subject to talk about,
My second is used when we take
stout.
Look at my whole when you go
out.
5.
My whole carries my first, and
my second is my whole.
Omaha daily bee., 1918-11-03
THE TIME MAN,

The official "time man" at the
naval observatory atl Washington,
lying on his back with his eye to
a telescope and his finger on re-
cording button, checks up "Old Sol"
by certain fixed star-for the sun
is not quite punctual. In fact, Sol
is about 400 minutes behind time
e-.cept on just four occasions during
the year; and so many allowances
have to be made for his vagaries that
an imaginary sun is used by the
government astronomer, on which
\, base his horoscopical calcula-
tons.
1t may be interposed that the
earth's elliptic orbit and its varying
rate of speed in its travels, says the
Watchmen of America, helps to give
the sun, as timekeeper a bad record,
but the fact remains that sidereal, or
star, time is much more reliable than
sun time. y
Sidereal time is recorded when a
particular fixed star is exactly on
Omaha daily bee., 1918-11-03
THE LITTLE WILLFUL PRINCESS

pair built their first nest in the ear
ly spring As soon as the brood was
raised and could fly, they built a
second nest on the shelf across the
room. and raised a second family.
And now," laughed the smithy, as at
that moment the robin flew into the
room with some horsehair in her
bill, they are building their third
nest on the corner of the shelf amid
that bundle of papers. The second
brood can hardly as yet take care of
themselves" added the good ma
tured smithy, land my good woman
and myself are helping to look after
them; although, if it were not for
the trusting nature of the robin.
they would have flown away before
this"
"And do the children not brighten
them?" asked the little Princess, no.
ticing a number of inquisitive BIZ
peds peeping in through the open
door.
SBless your highness, no." replied
the smith, "the robins like company
and the children love them. too; nor
would they hurt feather on them"
Buy them some toy" said the
Princess, handing a gold piece to
the smith. "and tell them their Prin-
cess loves them because = ~ are so
kind to the robins" T she and
the monkey rode away, lie the
good old man bowed many times till
the two riders disappeared around a
bend in the road.
What is that?" said the Princess
noticing a shiny object in the grass
by the wayside.
"'Tis horseshoe" replied the
monkey, leaning from his saddle to
look at it. mo doubt the very one
the mare cast this morning"
LET US take it home with US,
said the princess. "Methinks | viii
hang it at the foot of my roya
fathers bedstead for good luck
Twill help him. no doubt, to con
quer his dragons, and will be ar
ornament to set opposite the picture
of St. George
"Why not hang it at the foot O
your bed, your highness," quietly
suggested the monkey, "sipce you,
royal father is to give you pic
ture also of St. George"
The little willful Princess smilet
so bewitchingly on her small com
panion, and the dimples in he
cheeks came and went in such
charming way, that the monk
wished for the moment he had no
chided her. Still, he awaited he
answer, trying hard not to smile il
return.
"Methink, monkey dear" she re
piled, with another dimpled smile
that l must needs find prince t,
overcome for me these dragons o
mine, for l fear tits not the tas1
| for frail woman!" In which, O
course, there was much logic, a
! there always is in a woman's answer
Omaha daily bee., 1918-11-03

the meridian, and when the same
star comes again to the meridian
the next day the earth has made
exactly one revolution, and the time
that has elapsed GA hours) is called
a sidereal day. The revolution of
the earth on its axis measured by
this fixed star is absolutely uniform
strict punctuality there But this
sidereal day, "a hours long, won't
do for the business man. So the
time man" at Washington observa-
atory gets the solar day az hours
long) by a compromise with the sun
and an overlooking of his four min
utes late.
The sun dials, abjectly dependent
upon "Old SOL" shadow forth the
apparent time, but our clocks and
watches with his errors corrected
give the mean time, or time abso.
lutely correct from Washington
based on the imaginary perfect sun
And four times year the sun dials
and the watches make up their diff
ferences and agree on the subjec
| of punctuality.
Omaha daily bee., 1918-11-03
DUMB HEROES"

From a poem in Animals Guar.
dian under this title by Theodore
A. Girling, captain Canadian army
veterinary corps:
There's a stripe of gold for the
wounded,
A rest by the bright seashore;
And service is read when we bury
our dead;
Then our country has one hero
more.
But what of our poor, dumb heroes
That we send without choice to the
fight,
That strain at the load on the she'll
swept road
AS they take up the rations at
night?
But there's never a shadow of
glory,
A cheer or a speech in their praise.
As patient and true they carry US
through
With limbers on shot-riven ways.
So, here's to dumb heroes of
Britain,
Who serve her as nobly and true
As the best Of her sons mid the
roar of the guns
And the best Of her boys on the
Blue!
They are Shocked" they're bruised
and they're broken,
They are wounded and torn as they
fall;
But they're strong and they're brave
to the verge Of the grave,
And of heroes they're truest of ALL
Omaha daily bee., 1918-11-03

Because he once said" answered
the King, that he had not one
dragon, but two, and that they were
Incidence and Luxury. So he hung
the picture of St. George at the
head of his bed so that he should
not forget to wage war against
them"
As her father finished the little
willful Princess threw her arms
about his neck, saying, will you
not get me picture. also, to hang
near my bed?"
THAT will" he answered, pleased
beyond measure that she had asked
for it.
"But what is your dragon, father?"
she said. 1T seems to me you are
much beloved by our subjects. and
are good and kind"
Il think mine are the same as
that great writer's. Incidence and
Luxury are quiet sort of dragons,
but methinks they have no more
right in a palace than in any other
place; so | have this day declared
war upon them"
Dragons are tough creatures, and
are hard to KILL" said the little will
full Princess, refectively, as they
wendell their way down the great
stairway to the dining hall. "Ure-
member reading once about a dra-
gon that never was really killed"
Which only goes to show that the
Princess had some doubt in being
able to STAY hers. Perhaps the
thought came to her that women are
not supposed to do much Staying,
for she was soon laughing merrily
at the table, as if her dragon had
disappeared into thin air.
"Your cousin Elaine has invited
you for visit" said the Queen, lay
ing down letter she had been read
ing: Would you like to make her
visit?"
"Yes, indeed, mother" replied the
Princess. "'Twill be the first time
| have ever left you and father"
| You may 60 on one condition
said the King, trying not to smile
and that is, that you leave your dra
gon here with me; he would be ar
unwelcome guest"
i "That | will!' replied the Prin
cess, but !, too, must name ONT
condition, and that is that | be al
lowed to take my pet monkey will
me-"
well, wellw, replied the King
|. "it's week yet before you 60. Sc
there is time enough for that. Rul
along, now, you two, and take you
morning ride" So the little Prin
cess got her hat and whip and wen
+, out to where the horses wer,
champing their bits, impatient to b.
away on a gallop in the fresh morn
ing air. Soon she and her com
: panion. the little monkey, were rid
ing gayly away, down the lonl
!, winding roadway to the village il
the valley. On one side lay the darl
Omaha daily bee., 1918-11-03
BY DAVID COREY

NOME here, Eloise," cried the
~ King, as the little willful
Princess passed his chamber
door one morning on her way to
breakfast.
What do you suppose my royal
father wishes?" asked the Princess,
dropping the paw of her pet monkey
and turning the knob of the door that
led to the Kings apartments.
We'll, whatever it is. it won't last
long, for breakfast is nearly ready
and he will not allow himself to be
late for any meal" So saying, she
again caught hold of her pets paw
and pushing open the door walked
in. Her father stood near the head
of the great gold bedstead gazing
at a picture which he had just hung
above it on the wall.
"A new picture, father?" ques-
toned the Princess after kissing
him, looking up also at the picture.
Eyes, daughter" replied the King,
So It's a picture OF St. George and the
dragon"
Who was St. George?" asked the
little willful Princess.
What" exclaimed her royal
father, dom; you know who St.
George was?" The Princess hung
her head, while the pet monkey, too,
felt quite guilty to think that he had
not told his little mistress the story
before.
Well" continued the King, more
mildly. seeing the confusion of his
daughter, che was a hero at the
time of the Crusades. The Cru
saders, you know, were those who
fought in what are called the Holy
Wars for the conquest of Palestine
Palestine, you see, was in the hands
of unbelievers, and the Christians
were determined to regain the land
where Christ had lived and taught
and died. For years they disputed
this possession by fighting these
battles. The legend of St. George
is that he was a renowned prince
whose greatest achievement wa!
the Staying Of an enormous dragon
by which deed he freed Ala, thu
daughter of a king. from slavery
His story and character were SC
popular with the ancient Christian.
that they bore a representation o
him upon their shields standards
To every one nowadays it is sym
Dol Of victory of some kind, the vic
tory gained over any weakness O
bad habit; for we all have some ba,
habit which is a dragon for us t.
fight"
Eyes, father" said the little will
full Princess. in a very low voice
for she thought how willful she ha,
been of late.
Have you read any Of Thack
erayf" asked the King, looking kind
ly at his little abashed daughter.
! Not very much" she replied
"but whyi"
Omaha daily bee., 1918-11-03
THE NEW SCHOLAR

School opened last week and
many new scholars were admitted
One boy, who seemed diffident, was
approached after school by a
friendly little chap. who knew
everyone in school.
"Hello, therel How do you like
school" asked Joe, the friendly
one.
"Lol Schools all right" MUIR
INJURED Amos. the shy boy.
What did you learn today?"
continued Joe.
Didn't learn nothin'~
But you did something, didn't
you" persisted Joe.
"Humphl Yes. That teacher
didn't know how to spell cat, and
asked me how to spell it, so told
her. That's all did today. If
was the head Of this school I'd hire
teacher who can teach some
thin'T
Omaha daily bee., 1918-11-03

woods, on the other the pleasant
meadows. The heart of the little
Princess was glad with the joy of
living. The freshness of the early
morning, the sun coming up in the
sky, filling it with all lovely colors
and with heavenly cheerfulness-
for it was yet very early-the bright
dewdrops hanging on every bush.
and scattered glitteringly over the
young grass-the sweet odor of
leaves and flowers-flled her with
speechless joy. For the little Prin,
cess was no longer child, though
it must be admitted she was still
most willful.
Presently they came to the mill
which stood just outside the village.
The rusty, dusty miller" stood in
the doorway. The huml.ling sound
of the mill came through the open
door, as round went the wheels and
the flour foated down into the bags
below, and pleasant smell came
from the grinding corn.
"Botheration" exclaimed the lit
tie Princess, aroused from her rev.
cries, something is the matter. Me-
thinks the mare has cast shoe"
Sure enough, such was the case. and
the next thing in order was to find
the blacksmith shop. This did not
take long, and presently the Prin-
cess had -dismounted outside the lit
tie old building in which glowed the
forge, whose leather lungs squeaked
and wheezed as they sent forth the
sparks from the glowing Goals. The
smithy lost no time in attending to
the wants of her small highness,
and soon the mares shoe was on the
anvil. where with many stroke and
blow it was nodded perfect fit.
FIXING and Kissing he plunged it
in the half-barrel of water. afrom
which arose small cloud of Steam
and a pungent smell Then lifting
the mares leg and holding her hooi
firmly between his knees, he placed
the new shoe in position.
"Tick-a- Tack -a-too,
For my horses shoe.
But heap O. siller
For my lady's shoe!'
sang the smithy, as he fastened the
shoe upon the mare. AS this wa:
finished, the little Princess noticed
a robin fly in through the open door
The smithy looked up saying. "'Ti:
the mother bird, who has built hel
nest in the house next door, over
the fireplace"
} Indeed" said the little Princess
as her horse was led out to try hel
, new shoe tetore she again mounted
and that is your house next door,
Eyes, your highness," replied thu
, smith. IF you would see a prett,
, sight come with me" So saying h,
led the way across the little greer
patch that separated the building
: into the lowly cottage.
81 There" he said, pointing to
! child's covered cart, hanging by
{ peg over the fireplace. There tn,
Omaha daily bee., 1918-11-03

stead, Papa had to call her. She
did not come then so papa went to
find her. He was gone for some
time. When he came back he said
that>she had made nest behind the
folding bed and that there she had
a brood Of fine puppies. l was very
happy as | now knew / was to have
a dog that would never grow very
big. | have another dog. He is
Shepherd. He stays on farm.
When Fluffy was small l could
carry him in my dress pocket. He
grew to be the largest. latest and
cutest of all in my eyes.
When the family who owned
SNOWFALL came home the Purple!
were soon disposed Of.
One of the dogs was poisoned
Its name was Pet. He was named
that because he always loved to be
petted. Another's name was Fuzzy.
She was named after nickname
given her mother. My dogs name
is Fluffy.
don't know the names OF the
others.
Fluffy has ridden on the train. in
automobiles, and in lumber wagon.
When I went to the country this
summer I took Fluffy with me. I
was going over to the hog yards to
see some little pigs. He was in the
yard and as l did not wish to shut
him up I put him in the wagon. He
! did not enjoy that kind of riding
very much. 1t was the first time
he had eyer seen hogs or pigs and
he made great fuss.
| The chickens were all afraid oil
Him and when they were trying to
feed them he would scare them
away. He would 60 when they
went for the cows but he was more
bother than good.
When we first arrived he and
Chubby (my Shepherd) did not get
along so well.
Fluffy is my playmate now that
there is the "hu" everywhere.
Omaha daily bee., 1918-11-03
An Animal Story.
Lucille Johnson, Aged IL Years.

Lucille Johnson, Aged IL Years,
Neigh, Neb.
One night our neighbours dog got
into fight. The dogs names were
Queen and Dorothy. Dorothy was
a nicer dog than Queen, and so was
petted more. Queen had been the
only dog they had had for some
time.
The little dog, Dorothy, and
Queen got into fight one night.
They were in the house. The lady
took the children and put them on
the bed and shut the door. She hit
them for while in the house till
she got them outside then hit them
outside until they went under the
back porch. Then the lady took
the children and went downtown.
They were gone for a long time.
They came back about 10 o'clock.
The dogs were still fighting. She
left them alone that night and went
to bed.
The next morning they found the
little dog, Dorothy, dead. And that
was the end of the fight.
Omaha daily bee., 1918-11-03
Campfire Girls.

Campfire Girls. \
The Campfire Girls are doing a
wonderful work and are going to
help this year with the Needlework
Guild. Do you know the work of
the Guild? They collect many gar
ments for the poor of our city and
distribute them. These are not coats
and dresses that have been worn,
but fresh, new ones, just made by
the generous women of our city
The girls, too. can help, and the
Campfire Girls have pledged them
selves to this work. The following
little poem has been written for the
girls and boys who will help:
At the very name of Guild.
Every little heart is thrilled.
Garments. garments we implore
And keep wanting more and more.
Two year Is not asking much,
50 try at once to get In touch
With some one who may willing be
To give the Guild two maybe three
Proud are We to this Branch to
From the heart Of each comes q 10y.
Gus song.
That We some help may be
n shh great cause Of charity
Omaha daily bee., 1918-11-03
DID 1T PAY TO BE KIND.

In August last, Fred York of Say
er, Pa, found a. badly wounded and
starving American eagle. He took
it home and did his best to nurse it
back to health. 1t died. A friend
mounted it for him. He then offered
the mounted bird for sale. A game
warden saw the advertisement.
forwarded a complaint to the con-
servation commission, and received
instructions to prosecute York for
having, or having had, an American
eagle in his possession. The judge,
interpreting the law literally, i'm
posed fine. This was done in face
of the testimony of another game
warden that he was on the way to
find the bird the day York dis
covered it, having been informed
by hunters that they had seen a
wounded and starving eagle in the
vicinity where York came upon it.
Apparently the letter Of , the law
means more to some judges than
intent, or even common justice. to
say nothing of mercy.
Omaha daily bee., 1918-11-03
A BORN DIPLOMAT.

Clarence went to his mother and
asked her to lend him a pencil
But" said the mother. II left .
pen and ink for you to do your les
sons with on the table. Why don't
you use that instead of a pencil?"
Clarence hesitated for moment.
Don't you think, mother, he
said at length, that Tit-Bits is
very helpful paper?" y
"Of course l do" she answered,
"but what"
well, you see," the little lad ex-
planned, II want pencil to write to
the editor and ask him what will
take ink stains out of a carpet
Tit-Bits.
Omaha daily bee., 1918-11-03
MUSIC LESSONS

Lulu, tell me where c sharp Isl"
said the music teacher.
The little girl pointed it out quite
easily, and the teacher continued:
Nov, where is D sharp?"
This was also easy to find, and
then the teacher thought to catch
the pupil:
where is E sharp?"
II can't see it; so l s'pose it fell
in the crack" said Lula.
Omaha daily bee., 1918-11-03
RULES FOR YOUNG
WRITERS.

l. Write plainly and number
pages.
2. Use pen and ink, not pencil.
3. Short and pointed articles
will be given preference. Do not
use over ESQ words.
4. Original stories or letters
only will be used.
. S. Write your name, age and
address at the top Of the first
page.
s. A prize book will be given
each week for the best contribu-
ton.
Address all communications to
Children's Department. Omaha
Bee, Omaha. Neb.
Omaha daily bee., 1918-11-03
BUSY BEES IN WAR TIME

HLDREN DEAR Black oanterns and witches galore
aboded this week and number little friends have told
~ of lovely Halloween parties Miss Jean Borglum hostess
Saturday afternoon Cunning pumpkin gned at
the children and had the best playing Halloween jeans
little dog Babs had good he around
Giles barked madly faces when the children played
OF brothers the
Our storytelling lady has written beautiful about little
French and will all be interested reading
Of the brave of this little fellow who willing give his life for
his country. Lovingly, MARGARET.
Omaha daily bee., 1918-11-03
The Thrifty Mother Goose.

Submitted to National War Saving
committee Of Avenue B school. The Chi
dren's Aid society. New York City.
Jack and Jill
Went up the hill
To get pail of water;
When they came back,
Their mother said,
I'll give you each a quarter.
Said Jill, Lets to the movies go,
To see the show I'm yearning,"
"Ah nor said Jack
Lets buy some stamps
To keep the camp fires burning"
Omaha daily bee., 1918-11-03
How Jean Won the Croix de Guerre

his country, Lovingly, MARGARET
How Jean Won the Croix de Guerre
tide the quaint village Of Lson Often lean would lie the
tie ss 'Es ;:tf2 n 'as;
, 5 s% :.sS Il:
vegetables lie cool him
sH5s as q M hs to 'nS sss
5
father and mother goodnight Jean would the stairs
le e~ n ri 1s' sheets and waite" the stars from out his
One day the middle of the afternoon while Jean sitting the
.s, i: u % @ ss:' ss s , ss nj s's
sss s . met
his Ga
s'sS
seodSy
when he his father the read and sight by
The lump his throat and kissed and taking her hand
Lived Comfortably.
Jean and his mother managed live comfortably the little
aon sell % his father was home LIE on
o aa s os % na
wrote him letters and they helped the little be brave his one
m One fine day in spring leans mo said sGodby HER little and
for him She said would be back before undown So bid her
~
] M S sH w s h'i heard s ssd 1 like
snee @ sa hoard sn s ~ ,m % as sd
looked tongues leap
Frightened People.
And the roadway with their household goods piled upon
possible Ss was pa
he
@ IT, s:S
mother And he STAYED Nearer the terrible
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himself H. again he lying cot in And the
In French hospital
% %o or ane french i TG a , lean ss ns
1ss 7ss s ID. s s s s:s 5sass ss
ssf '
he loved s mother t '''ef ALL ne was very little
and e SsT ssss ssss, m 3
for them and helped them in every way he could
One Jean overheard of talking It seemed that
s n @ so r.. e.. snv egu n as gun which was hidden
need Of water All the four men needed the
rss | sS'
1 ss. III H; a1
ND o ~5 M sa he Went ed s s where
So water then he screwed the %
:' '5S 'i .fsa'
g his hands and knees Still he wed again he said
You Jean it's for France Finally reached the forks m
the road was only little further At last he reached the spot
shouted Jean, and then he knew =, ''7''
Happy Jean.
Afterwo found himself hospital with his leo bandapee
where the bullet had hit him But best of ALL there beside him hi
father s, was to his a hs who was Of the that
his fathers life and his father had been able fighting and he'll
the battle France had His father and alive bes
I him. Jean had never been so happy before - ~
Then general the pinned bronze med,
on Jeans breast for saving the lives Of four and helping
great battle Inc medal was the CroK de Guerre the Cross Of
highest honor France soers
media,
hear his father proud of you son; YOU served France
Campfire Girls THE NEW SCHOLAR
ne Sampnre GirS are DONG School opened last week AM
help this with the Needlework e" were admitted
Guild. One boy, who seemed dfhdnt
the Gud They collect approached after school nv
o th ns poTI OF our ey ana friendly little chap. kne,
and dresses thar have been worn everyone in school
but fresh, by "eo hee How YOU lk
Omaha daily bee., 1918-11-03
My Puppies.
By Margaret Walker, Aged

By Margaret Walker, Aged s,
North Platte, Neb.
This is my first letter to the Busy
Bees. When l was at my uncle's
house he got two puppies and we
named them Curly and Fido. One
day we took them down town and
they went in a meat market and got
some meat and took it out with
them and ran away. We never found
thenyagain for two weeks. We were
out riding and we took them home
and after a while we sold them.
surely felt bad.
Omaha daily bee., 1918-11-03
Prize Book,

Alice Wallerstedt, Coleridge, Neb.
Dear Editor:
| thank you very much for the
prize book. I am II years old and
al in the seventh grade.
l am sorry that you misunder-
stood my letter. have $500 in
Baby bonds, instead of $3.50 as
printed.
! was very surprised to see my
letter prize letter. as was writing
for the first time.