Connecticut western news., 1920-04-01

 grass and trees,
 Good morning, pretty flowers and honey bees!
 Good morning, sky, that looks so cool and blue,
 Good morning, world, Pm glad I live in you.
 And I am sure everyone should be glad to live in such a beautiful world. Little-Girl was glad that she lived in it, and so was Big-Boy. Little-Girl lived in low white house that nestled down in the very center of lovely garden. Her window overlooked the garden. It was a gar den of gay blossoms; of sweet grasses and climbing vines; of burst ing seed pods and budding leaves. A robin hopped upon the grass. The humble bee sang her song: Rumble, bumble," sang the bee, Come to the clover fields with me; There you shall see where my work
 doth lie;
 No buster worker than I, than l."
 "Why, Rumble Bee, I didn't know that you were a worker" said Little Girl. 'T thought the honey bee that gives us golden honey was the only busy bee"
 Rumble, humble, tho Pm humble And not sung of like my sister, I am usefuP', sang the humble, 'I give you food, Oh, Maid and
 Mister." .a..-5. 2. . 'I should say she does," chirped a tiny voice that seemed to come from clump of violets. .u 3s
 What was that? Little-Girl was sure she had heard voice, but per haps it was the rustling of the leaves She knew that all old gardens have voices that they sang and laughed in the sunshine, and wept on rainy days and crackled when Frost came around. And at night she heard the little fiddling notes of ikattydids and the scrickets. And in the morning bird calls opened her eyes. G "He-ho, he-ho, he-how r-ep
 Was that bird with its morning -sr call? .4 "He-ho, he-ho, 'he-hop ,J.. ,.t--..s... Look coming over the garden wall And if it wasn't Big-Boy climb ing over the wall where the rose vines grow. He tumbled right down
 The "Humbug" and
 "He-ho-ho-o-o, he-ho-hop Big Boys clear voice echoed through the garden and awoke responses from hundreds of drowsy small voices that called back in small pipings and f1uting notes. Little-Girl heard the call, and she came bounding down the garden path. Even the Little Green Elf Man awoke to the magic and leaned down from his leafy nest.
 "Did you ever hear of Tri-ung-u- lin who rode off on the back of honey mee?" he asked.
 "On the back of humble beer" inquired Big Boy. @.t
 "No, not humble, bumble," said the Elf Man almost grossly, "a hon. ey, honey bee. You see can spel. I owe my education to the Dictionary Man"
 "Oh, do you know our Dictionary Man? Our dear, square, chunky little Dictionary Man with his students cap?" said both children at the same moment.
 Indeed, I do. How else could I read the United States School Gar den Manual? The Dictionary Man taught me the science of words"
 ."But you know secrets not in books-you said so?" announced Big-Boy.
 "Indeed I do-and they are going to remain secrets. We'll, perhaps l shall tell you few. For instance, about Tri-ung-u-lin. The creature is so tiny that one must look through the Magic Glass to see him. But of what an assurance. Even I am not of such presence that I could force myself into a giants home without being eaten up. I might ride on a frogs back and jump off into the bushes if he turned about, but have not the courage or impudence of Tri- ung-u-lin, who rides off on the back of a bee as neat as you please"
 Listen! This Tri-ung-u-lin is humbug. Ha! hal a hub-bugl He rides and pays no fare. He rooms and he pays no rent! He eats and he pays no board! A hum-bug. It was this way that l saw him. I was watching a very respectable and in dustrious bee gathering nectar from a flower when I sa wa tiny insect crawling up the flower stalk from the ground. And before you could say Tumble Bug he had scrambled to the back of the bee and was holding on with six sprawling little legs"
 "Just like a boy stealing ride on