Oakland Tribune from Oakland, California • Page 50

TWO AUNT ELSIE MAGAZINE OF THE OAKLAND TRIBUNE, JANUARY 19. 1936 over to our house with his train, he chases it and turns it over. In the morning, when I'm in bed, he jumps up on. the bed and tries to bite my ears. 7 t3a j- in and ran after the man, bfit the man was hiding where the bear cbuldn't find him.

Then the bear growled as hard as he could and ran outside and (jumped on the horse and scratched hirh so hard that the horse cried as hard as he could. Then the bear went down the hill. The man that owned the horse called the horse doctor. When the horse doctor came he fixed him up and made him all better. Then the man went outeide and fed his horse.

After he fed his horse they both lived happily ever after. I DOROTHY DIECKMANN 9 years old, San Rafael MARY'S WASHING DAY "Goodby, dearie," said Mary's mother as she went out the front door. "And don't forget my doll, mother," said Mary.) try and get a doll, Maryi" While Mary's mother was in a store 'she looked at the dolls, but they! were too expensive, so she got a little iron. Whin she got home Mary went to the front door to meet her. Mary said, "Mother, did you buy me a doll?" "No honey, because they were too expensive, so I got a little iron." Kvith this Mary ran to her room disappointed.

When her mother went in the room, what Jo you thinks she find but-Mary in tears. "Don't cry, dear," said Mary '6 mother. ROLAND MALONE 13 years old 1IVRRAY! A TREASURE! George Brown and his brother Jack, both 15, were spending their winter vacation by a lonely mountain. They were preparing to explore the lonely mountain. They started on a clear, cold morning, up an old cow trail which, broke into a dark, wooded canyon.

In traveling 119 the canyon, they found a few old, broken-down houses, wells, fruit trees and old 'guns. Jack and George thought it was an old fort. But it was a hide-out of 'some pirates. George saw that there was a 'landslide a nearby point. They both traveled quickly to the In examining it they had disclosed a large cave.

They started exploring the cave with their flashlights. After exploring the cave for ten minutes they came to an opening in the cave. "Hurray! A treasure!" shouted Jack. 'Yes, boxes and boxes of gold and exclaimed George. On the way out of the cave, the boys became Host.

Suddenly they heard a loud growl. "What.was said Jack. "It might be a bear," said George, uncertain, "What are we going "to do?" said Jack. "I'm going to run!" "What Us that there?" Jack. "It's the mouth of the cave," said George.

"Hurry; or he will catch us," exclaimed George. So the boys ran home and returned later with some hunters. The hunters captured the bear and. the boys took the treasure home. didn't think she to bciher the owner.

An hour later Jane ran over' the owner's house. she is going, to the owner's house I will describe her. She is 14 years' old, has wavy brown hair and her eyes are blue. Mary Jane is now ringing the doorbell to the owner's house. The owner's name is Mr.

Blaine. Mr. 'Blaine said that if she would meet him in front of her house at 10 o'clock the next morning he take her inside the tower room. The owner said that nobody had been in the tower for several years. Mary Jane rushed home to tell her mother the good news.

The next morning Mary Jane met Mr. Blaine in- front of her house. He unlocked the door of the tower and they both walked in. They walked up the stairs till they came to a room furnished in and white. Mary Jane liked it, but it was not she had expected it to be.

The owner, seeing that she was disappointed, led her into the above room. Here was the roman-tice room "she had dreamed or- Beautiful tapestries hung on the rough walls and the heavy' bid-time furniture. Seeing how happy Mary Jane was, he said that Mary Jane could have that room for her very own. Mary Jarie thanked him and her mother invited the owner to supper that night. After that Mairy Jane started a club and they had their meetings, in the tower room.

They all lived happily ever after. Wouldn't you have liked the tower room for your own? IRENE FINKBOHNER JACK AND MARY Once upon a time there were two little "children who lived with their poor mother and father, and their last name was Kitty. They had very good times together. One day when they were out playing With the other children, their mother called, "Jack, Mary, come here, please." Jack said, "Yes," but Mary said "Wait a moment." Their mother called again. "Please, do come, children." Jack and Mary went to their mother.

"What is said'' Jack and Mary together. "Do not go far in the woods." Mary said, "All right, mother." They went out and played for awhile. Then Jack said, "We are vejry far from home." Mary said nothing to this. They found the path, I'm glad to say, and ran home, as fast as they could go. LOUISE CANEPA 12 years old, Merced THE BEST CLUB One day I was lonesome and did not know what to do.

I happened to see a coupon in a paper saying. "Join the Aunt Elsie Club." Reading further, I found it was a club for children. In a tnoment I was trying to find my mother. As soon as I saw her I told her about this club and asked her if I could join. She said, "If you think you'll like it, you can Hardly waiting for her answer, I got busy and wVote to the qlub.

Now I have earned my pin. Sure as I live, I'm not lonesome any MARY GARDNER 12 years old, San Leandro A HELPING HAND My father sometimes goes to a big market in San Francisco. Quite often he walks up Stevenson Street, which is a narrow street, just in the rear of the stores, and goes in the back door, avoiding the crowds on Market Street. A few weels ago. as he was walking up Stevenson Street, he saw three nice-looking young boys, about 10 or 12 years old.

One could easily imagine they were boys very much like Huck Finn and Tom -Sawyer, i As my father came near them one of the boys stepped out and said, "Say, -will you do me a favor?" "Of course." my father said. "Yes. what is it you wanO my boy?" The boy said, "Would you loan me a nickel?" in a nice manner. As my father put his hand in his pocket to get the nickel" the boy walked right up and put his arm around my father's overcoat and "Really, mister, I'm 'hungry!" At that my father said, "Well, boys, you can't get very much to" eat for a nickel." and. after a second thought, he handed the boy 25 cents and told him to divide with the other two boys.

He had no sooner said that than one of the two boys who was standing a few feet away spoke up for the first time and said, "If you gave us another nickel then, we would each have, a dime." My father said. "That's a splendid idea," and he gave them another nickel. A few minutes later he saw the boys looking around the market' trying to decide, I suppose, how to make the most of their money; and he overheard one of the boys say to the others, "Gee, he's a good One cC the boys may be a Mark Twain some day. And if Mark Twain were writing this story. I am sure he would make it much more interesting.

BESSIE GUNTON I 12 years old MEETING A LITTLE RED ELF I was sitting in the woods rather lazily when I suddenly became -aware of two twinkling eyes fixed on me from the ground below me. 'There was something so roguish in their expression that my laziness gradually leaked out of me. As I looked the mischievous eyes disappeared behind a leaf, only to appear again on the other side, and a tiny, round red face nodded at me cheerfully. Visions of wood sprites danced through my head and I sat perfectly still so as not to frighten him away. He had retired behind his leaf after that last nod, but as I made no sound he soon looked out again to see if I was still there.

This time I got a good look at him. He was no elf, but a little berry; a brilljant red berry with two little holes in nun that looked just like eyes. Such a cheerful berry, I thought, deserves a whole face, so I made him a nose and a mouth with my pencil. When I last saw him he was still playing peek-a-boo among the leaves, enjoying the world for all he was worth. So if any of my Aunt Elsie friends see a laughing, gurgling berry in the woods, or maybe in a vase at home, say "Hello" to it for me, please.

EDNA JOHNSON Hayward THE TOWER ROOM Next door to Mary Jane's house there was a house with a tower on the last story. Mary Jane always had wanted to go into the tower. She had always woven stories of this tower. She thought that fairies, princesses and witches might have been in there. One day Mary Jane asked her mother if she might ask the owner if she could go into the tower room.

Her mother said she really wanted to she 'could, tut she A Ts. xs l. WD Ivr-w-cu-ty) "Todai. you may wash your bid doll's clothes, and next week I will buy you a new doll and new clothes." Then Mary jumped up," ran downstairs, got a panful of water and bgan to wash-When she was through washing her doll clothes hung them out to dry. Then the happy time came to iron with her new, little iron.

When she was through ironing she folded them up nicely and put them away, and told her mother ito forgive her for the way she acted. She thanked her for. the little iron. Mary had very happy times washing and ironing. PETER YUEN 4 8 years old, Nevada city FINDING A DOG One day I found a little dog.

This little dog is- named Jep. The next morning I played with him. He ran with me. Then after he ran with me. I brought my ball out Then I threw my ball.

He brought it back to; me. EARL HENSLEY 11 years old, Mantec THE HAUNTED. HOUSE Another boyand I decided to explpre the old greenfshuttered house back of our own. We leach took a pocketful of rocks and greeii walnuts. Another boyjthought he would play a trick on us.

Wjhen we went in: the other boy fell over a (rope and there -was a loud noise: Then a window burst. I'll bet an athlete runner could not run nearly as fast as we did ut of the old house. From then on we caled haunted house. MARY KELLY Livermore A DOG I am a little! dog. 'My name Tiny.

I like to play. I play with my master. His name is Billy. I like to play ball with him." This is iny master himself, Billy boy. -I I ROBERT RIVERA Mart in THE PUPPY We have a puppy.

His name is Whiskers. Whiskers is so fat he can hardly walk. Whiskers chases the cats. The cats run away and say "Meow! Meow! Meow! And that is all. JOHN MEDEROS 15 years old, Martinez MY PET CAT I am.

writing another story for the Sunday magazine. It is about my pet cat, Tiger. He is a good kitty. He plays with a rubber ball, when you roll it on the floor. i MTien a little; boy named1 Louie comes JACK BENNETT Philadelphia, Pa.

THE, COMING OF THE NEW YEAR It was New Year's Eve and Sally and Bob were sitting around the fireplace waiting for the New Year to come in. Suddenly, they heard a knocking at the door and Bob answered it. There stood a little boy, leading an old man by the hand. "Who are you?" asked Bob. "I am the New Year and this is the cld one." replied he.

"In a fe minutes he will die." Just then the clock struck twelve and the boy and the man had disappeared, but not before the boy could cry, "Now 1 rule the Suddenly Bob woke up and said Sally, after he had told h-r all about it, "Gee. wasn't that a funny dream?" Sally answered, "Yes." MORTON I1FSSII 5 years old A HORSR Once there was an rlH Ori ti lived out on a ranch. He was very poor. The people he lived -with were very poor. A big man came one day and took the horse away with him to his ranch.

The man fed him lots of oats to -make him fat. While the horse was eating, a bear came up and growled at the man and horse. Then the man jumped up and said. "Go away," but the bear just growled Bgain and jumped on the man. Then the man ran into the house and closed all (he doors and' windows.

The bear crashed the windows and climbed.