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mmm Thursday, May 23 uHIm I if Pages Nine to Twehra t3 mm. mm THE WIDE AWAKE CIRCLE EOYS' AUP 'GIBLS' DEPARTMENT Rules for Voung Writers. -'X Write olainly oa on aid of tna IiWlr only, and number the pages. X. Usa pen and ink, not pencil.

I. Short and pointed article will be given preference. Do not use ovsf 160 words. e. Original atones or lettera.

only Will be uaed. i i. Write your name, age and ad-draa plainly ot the bottom of the story. "V-: Addreas all communication la uncle Jed. Bulletin Office.

"Whatever you are Be that! Whatever you say Be trust Straightforwardly act. Be honest in fact. Be nobody else but you." POETRY. A Letter from a Cat. Mr.

I hereby take My pen in paw to say. Can you explain a curious thing I found the other day? There is another little cat Who sits behind a frame. And looks so very much take me, Toud' think we were the same. I try to make her play with me; Yet, when I mew and call, Though I see her mew in answer, She makes no sound at all. And to the dullest kitten It's plain enough to see That either I am mocking her Or she is mocking me.

It makes no difference what I play, 1 She seems to know the game; For every time I look around, I see her do the same. And yet no matter though' I creep On tiptoe lest she hear, Or quickly dash around the frame, She's sure to disappear. Oliver Herford. Little-Oh -Dear. See, what a wonderful garden is here.

Planted and trimmed for my Little- Oh-Dear! Posies so gaudy and grass of such brown Search ye the country and hunt ye the town -And never ye'll meet with a garden so queer As this one I've made for my Littie-Oh-Dear! Marigolds white and buttercups blue. Lilies all dabbled with honey and dew. The cactus that trails over, trellis and wall, Roses and pansies and violets all Make proper obeisance and reverent cheer When into her garden steps Little-Oh-Dear! And up at the top of that lavender tree A silver bird singeth as only can she: For, ever and only, she singeth the song -T love "you -I, love you!" the happy day long; Then the echo the echo, that smiteth me here: "I love you, I love you," my Little-Oh- Dear! The garden may wither, the silver bird, fly; But what careth my little precious or V. 1 From her pathway of flowers that in aprmgfittie.L upstart She walketh -the tendered way" in my heart, And, oh, it is always the' summer time here With that song of "I love you," by L1ttle-Oh-Dear Eugene Field. UNCLE JED'S TALK TO WIDEAWAKES.

Uncle Jed decided to make this Tots week by printing all the little letters which have been lingering among the letters of the older writers who have been taking a. deep interest in the department. The ages rtn from six to ten years, and they make very fine exhibit of talent. Uncle Jed expected to be able to use all the little letters this week, but he will have to give them, another chance 5 JOEY JOY, A ROLLICKING BOY How a Game of Hockey Ended. When the door opened'he' was met by his father, who threw- him across the hall and said: "Be off to bed if you do not want me to thrash the life'out of ye!" And Joey 'Joy rushed upstairs and was toon in bed, hoping to escape a whipping.

His father came with a light, took his clothing, and notified Joey that the teacher waa going to call- the next morning and lead him to school. There won id be no more-escape. Jdey waa silent, and when left aione with his miaery and pride he could not to aleep. bet the teacher won't lead me to school tomorrow," he kept saying, and he fell asleep saying it; but he did not sleep long at a time because of his anxiety, for ne must find a way to 'defer the day of hi ahame. To be led to school by the teacher teemed to him worse than a' severe whipping.

He couldn't help thinking how his ignorance of how to play hook had cbanared the outlook in life for him, or how the lie told him by Tiimny might have cost them both their lives. He had got enough of wrong doing, but he could not bear to be humiliated. "I got to do eomethin'," he would say to himself, and as he felt morning was approaching he looked to see if the knothole, which looked like a big yellow eye when the sun was up, was giving notice- he must be up and doing. There were no more clothes and he couldn't run away from home with, nothing but one garment on as a little black boy In the tropics might do. He dreamed about the school room arid the teacher, who glared at him, 'and aaid; "Itfs no ueev Joey, the longest lane has an end.

I shall eee you in the morning we shall go to school together." "We shall not, said Joey and awoke, When to his surprise the glowing knothole was signaling him to be astir if he did not wish to be led to school. Joey did not want to get Somehow he felt as though he should not tare eared if that miserable night had lasted forever. He did not know what rt do', he -did not realise it would ba batter to submit he did not know how waa piling up wrath against the day ot wrath. When he arose he could find no clothing of any kind and it seemed terira as if the predictions of his father were coming true; but in a dark atleway beneath the stairs was an old mattreas lying the floor and bo eratpt beneath it and no mouse ever kest quieter than Joey did in 4rie dark an! wnoomfortable' hiding place. When his parents began to make a tlr he wondered if they would find how fit lifteaed and hoar-fee very soon.

He was surprised to find he had so many little letters on hand. They do not all get presents, but every one of them, deserve praise for trying so hard to win a prise. Those who do not get a book this time should keep on trying- Everybody wins a book In time. It is good exercise and your lessons in school will be all the better for it. LETTERS OF ACKNOWLEDGMENT.

Lillian Pollock of Gurleyville: I received my prize book, which is very interesting. I thank you very much. I have read it half through. Claude Robinson: Many thanks for the prize book you sent me. I -have read some of it and like it very much.

Jessie Brehaut of East Norwich, N. I wish to thank you very much for the last prize book you sent me. I have read nearly half of it and have become very interested. WINNERS OF PRIZE BOOKS. 1 Louise Quillet of Norwich, The Green Door.

2 Viola Greene of Colchester, Little Prudy. 3 Erie Gilbert of Danielson, Animal Stosies for Little People. 4 Annie Rabinowitz of Colchester, (Miss Moppit. 6 Leona Palmer of Eagieville, Little Prudy. 6 Grace Mahoney of Colchester, Dot-ty 7 John S.

Wider of Colchester, The Story Without End. 8 Abraham Markoff of Norwich. Animal Stories for Little People. 9 Raymond Gray of Willimantic, Wood's Natural History- 10 George O. Geer of Norwich, A Child's Garden -of Verses.

The winners of prize books living in the city may call at The Bulletin business office for them at any hour after 10 a. m. Thursday. STORIES WRITTEN AWAKES. BY WIDE- My Cat My cat's name is Pussy.

i Pussy is all His feet are white. I like Pussy very much. Pussy is a large cat. Pussy is six years old. I feed my kitty with bread and meat.

catches rats and mice. Kitty likes to play with my little sister Helen. Helen likes Pussy. She takes Pussy and holds her in her lap and plays with her. FLORENCE REMBISZ, Age 8.

Colchester. The Pilgrim Girl's Doll. One morning little Elizabeth sat in the kitchen making a dress. If was a pink one for her little sister Hope's dplL The doll was on a chair near her. It did not have curly hair, nor eyes that would, close or open.

It was made of a corn cob. The" face was painted on a piece of cloth, and stretched over a ball of wool. The 'little pink, dress was finished A tiny blue sumbonnet was already made. Then Elizabeth dressed the doll and placed it on the bed near her little sister who was yet asleep. Juet then Hope awoke and found the wonderful gift.

No one could have been happier than little Hope with her first She called it Mary and carried it with her wherever she went. GRACE (MAHONEY, Age 9. Colchester. The Tree Witches Three children named Janer Mary, and Tom. went skating one afternoon after school.

The pond was in the woods. There was snow on the ground. It began to get dark and the sweat and how hard the bare floor was! A thorough search was made and at last Joey heard his father say: "That boy has gone again! He must have gone in his night clothes, for there was nothing he could find to wear, I know." Then his anxious mother replied: "He must have found something, for ho would not have dared venture out without clothing." Every nook and coiner of that house was searched, and one time his mother stepped back upon tbe mattress and be came near giggling to hear them say: "Yes, Joey has gone again. I do not see what we can do with him to make him a better boy." Under a mattress was a miserable place foi a boy in warm weather. He never sweat in the sun as he did in that dark, un ventilated place, for nine long hours.

Ho knew when It was noon, for he heard the factory bells ring, but he had to guess When it waa well past school time in the afternoon and it would be safe to appear before his mother below. He was nearly the same under the old bed as he was under water when he was nearly drowned. He thought if he could get out of there he would mind his mother and never be a bad boy, again. At last he- decided to go down stairs to mother and surprise her, and when he walked into the sitting room and said: "The teacher didn't take me to schoo' by the hand today, did he?" His mother was surprised enough, and When Joey told her how he had frettted and sweat in the dark there she said: "You poor boy, how you have punished yourself, and worried your father and mother, and annoyed the teacher. You must give up how and go to school tomorrow and begin life all over again.

It is too bad!" Joey was tender-hearted and he cried a little and promised his mother he would go to school the next day. He did not ask to go out. He was given a lunch and he was hurried off to bed before father got home, and he was soon asleep, for he had surrendered that is to say, he thought he had. His father agret-d that Joey had paid pretty dear for his whistle and lie was glad to learn that he had promised his mother he would go to school on the morrow, for jjoey, always his promises. Joey Joy rested that night and he did not 'i Watch for the knothole to signal him to be up and doing early in the He was in bed and fast asleep when his father left for the daVs work, and there was no doubt he was gqlng to get up and go to- school.

moon had earne up before they started for home. As tney were coming home the trees looked like" witches. When they got home they told their father and mother, that there were witches in the woods. Their father and mother did not believe it. Their father took a lantern and went into the woods with the children.

He asked them where the witches were? The children showed their father the trees and aaid. "There are the witches." Their father told them they were only broken branches and not to be afraid of trees again. And they went LEWIS M. COVET Age t. Nowich.

-Monkeys. I have seen a monkey a cage. He waa sitting down. He looked like a man with hair on his body. A monkey can jump from tree to tree.

Once an organ grinder came to my house. The monkey took off his cap and wanted money. I gave him a penny and he put it in his packet. The organ grinder. took tbe monkey on my steps.

The monkey took a penny out of mv hand. IXUDLEY BURR Age Baltic. A Dog's rleroie Deed. Mr. Roberts owned a beautiful large Collie dog and was very foud of it.

To show that he returned his love, Bruce followed his master about the estate, but was not allowed to go with him elsewhere. One day Mr. Roberts was going to the station to take a train for a distant He did not notice as be walked hurriedly away that Bruce waa following. As he neared the station he noticed the time and 'saw he had only a few moments, ao crossed the street. The train was coming into the station.

A crowd of people were hurling about, talking and laughing. Suddenly he heard a cry. Heavens! See that. He looked to see a dog jusf in the act of dragging a child from under the wheels of an engine. Was he crazy or faint! No.

surely, it was his own noble Bruce who thouglf he had disobeyed his master by following had saved the little child. GRACE MAHONEY, Age 9. Colchester. The Unhappy Child. One day a little girl was looking out of the window.

She was very unhappy. She thought she had too much work to do. Her mother and father were sick. "I will go and call sister and have her play with me," she said to herself. But her sister was cooking and couldn't play, she was singing while she was working.

Her little sister came in and said: "You are enough to make one go crazy, singing all the time." Her big sister said, "i you were working you would sing." So she began to work and before night she was singing. VIOLA GREENE, Age Colchester. Margaret Henry. There was once an old woman wh.i lived In a hut in the woods between Danielson and Sterling. She had a peculiar name which was Margaret Henry.

Everybody called her a witch, though she really wasn't. Once some of the people around saw a black cat running around and getting in their way. -They kicked it till It was all bruised up. the morning (Margaret couldn't get out of bed she was so bruised all over. The people thought she was' the cat.

If you want to get to her house or what used -to be It, you go a little beyond South Killingly and thim turn to your right and you will come- to the ruins of house. Lots of people pick huckleberries around there and if they see anything that's unusual they think it's the witch. They call the woods where she used to live, "Margaret Henry's Woods." ERIC GILBERT, Age 10. Danielson. The Prince and the Spider.

Once there was a prince who had escaped from a battle field and he had nothing but a faithful servant. He had no home and did not dare to go to people's houses for fear his enemies would find him. So he went to the woods. When they had gone a little way they came to a cave. The servant said: "Yet us hide here." But the prince was afraid and said "we will be found." The servant said: "God will take care of us," so they went in.

At last they got to sleep. In the morning they heard voices outside. It was their enemies. One said, "They might be hiding here." "Can you not see that the web is unbroken," said another. So they went on their way.

Then the servant said: "See! God sent the little spider to deliver us. NELLIE SWEET, Age Norwich Town. The Playful Kitten. I am writing you about my pet kitten. His name is Tip.

One day my kitten and I went walking and we met another little kitten, and the other followed my kitten, and when I got home it was late, so I put them to bed for the night, and I kept them. MARGUERITE KEENAN. Age 9. Norwich. How I Made My Corn Crop.

I planted my corn and took good care of it through the summer. I joined the club because I like to know bow-to raise corn. Mr. Brundage took a box to test the seed. I put some phosphate on the ground.

Mr. Brundage visited my corn field. MARGARET CHURCH. Age 8. Gurleyville.

The Prize Winner. A king once ordered a trial of good deeds among his people, and offered to rgive the winner whatever he wished. A day was set ior tnis trial, and next morning the people were to meet at the palace. One man said he had searched all over the kingdom, but could not find any good deed to do. "Hum!" said the king, "you could have mended your stocking.

Another said he had Been tittle things to do, but went in search of a great thing worthy of a prize. "How foolish!" crted the king. A third said he had given charity to the people. "Now," said the king, "suppose I gave you the prize, what would you take" "I would take one of palaces," said the "One of these palaces is worth a hundred, times what you gave." The prize is not yours." At last a little girl came and she Baid, "I fod the chickens, set the table and played with baby to keep him "Good!" said the king, "What do you want for the prize; and she answered: "May it please your majesty, I weuld like a wagon for baby to ride in." She received only what aha wished for, but much more. LOUISE R.

OtTELLBT, Age 10. Norwich. My Sewing School Party. I have been going 'to the eewing school for some time. I am making a petticoat.

for myself My teacher. Miss Pullen, is yeny good. We have Bowing every Saturday. It starts at S.M and ends at 4. Saturday, May 2, was the last for sewing; and we had a party.

We played gamea auch as "Hide the Thimble," "Drop the Handkerchief." "Twenty-five Doctors," and "The Farmer In the Dell!" Refreshments were served We had loe cream, candy, cake, and many We are going after our things next Monday. Hope I will be there next term, to see more new It'a very nice to know how to sew. LORHTTA RICHE, Age 10. Norwich. The Eagle.

One day a baby was lying on the grass. he was lying there an eagle came and picked him up. Just as he was flying the mother asot at the eagle and killed him. JOHN ANDREW, Age 8. Taftville.

LETTER TO UNCLE JED. My Farm. Dear Uncle Jed: I live on a large farm. Our barn is red and we have a large house. We have one dog and three ducks.

The ducks like to swim, and they like corn. Ducks like little ducks. I like little ducks. I have six little ducks. ANNIE RABINOWITZ, Age Colchester.

The Boy Columbus. Christopher Columbus was horn In Genoa, Italy. He" went to school and studied geography the most. He wanted to be a sailor. One night his father said: "If you want to be a sailor Christopher, I will send you to a school in Pavea." Then Christopher went out and watched the boats come in to the wharves.

Christopher was sent to Pavia school where he learned to be a sailor. THELMA WHITEHOUSE, Age 9. Mansfield Center. Manie'a Firat Birthday Party. Dear Uncle Jed: Jane, my sister, was five years old, November 6.

Of course she. felt proud when she was going to have her first party. Eight were there. They played "hide the thimble," button," and some one hid peanuts al over the room, while the children tried to find them. The one who found the most would have a prize.

The prize waa a basket of candy. At five they ate candy, cake, sandwiches, bananas, cookies, animal crackers, and drank cocoa. The table was decorated with Hallowe'en favors. In the middle was a jack-o-lantern with a witch on top with a broom in her hand. ney enoea ineir gooa lime at six.

LEONA PALMER An I Eagieville. Great. Fun to Watch the Little Pigs. Dear Uncle Jed: Last summer I was out to my aunt's, in the country. There were fourteen little piga.

One of the mother pigs was white and one was black. When the mother pigs would grunt the little one would run to It was great fun to watch The little pigs had curly tails. Also, there were three, calves three cows and one horse. The horse's name waa Polly. -GEORGE KTLROY.

Ago S. Norwich, Town. The Pilgrims. Dear Uncle Jed: The Pilgrims wtre people who did not live happy because the king of England wanted them to worship God the way he did. So they started for Holland, but still they were not satisfied because their children began to talk Dutch, so they started off in the Mayflower.

They landed at Plymouth Dec. 2L 1020. Miles Standish and his men walked around to see what they could when they heard the noise of arrows flying through the air. Then they ran to the boats and got their guns. They fired and the Indians ran away, but one Indian who was brave, hid behind a tree, but when the chips from the tree began to fly he ran away.

CATHERINE M. D. BUCKLEY, Age New London. Girls in Japan. Little girls in 'our country love their de'ls.

So do the little girls in far Japan. Once every year all the people have a feast for the dolls. Fuzs had dolls. She made dresses for them. She made one blue silk dress; one red silk and a white ailk.

She had some pets a cat, a dog and a beetle. She had a butterfly kite, and a baby kit, and a singing kite. JOHN WIDER, "Age 7. Colchester. She Likes Her Cat.

Dear. Uncle Jed: I have a cat. I like my cat. One day I went out in the shed and he followed me. I pull my cat by a rope.

My cat gets up on the house. My cat likes me very much. I am a good girl. I have a brother named Raymond. I go to school every day.

I guess I will say good bve. IVIS BOGUE, Age T. Poquetanuck. Her Bird Dances When She Sings. Dear Uncle Jed: I am a good girt I had some fun with my dog.

His name is Guess. I told my mamma that he was tangled up with his rope. I have a little bird named Tommy Dickie Church. He always sings when I play the piano. He dances when I sing.

I bad some sugar cookjes. I am 0 years old. I guess I will say good bve. BERNICE CHURCH, Poquetannodc. Her Dog Dear Uncle Jed: I nsed to have a little dog named Dick.

Every time I came home from school- he used to come to meet me. He was happy when he saw me. He was black and white. He used to climb up on my back. He used to sleep under the stove.

I put him in my lap. I feed -him on meat. He is a good dog. I used to play with him every day. WILLET.

Age i. Poquetannock. He Enjoys the Beaeh. Dear Uncle Jed: One bright day in July I woke up very early In the morning, and I waa ready to go to the beach. I started at 8.45, and I got to the wharf just when the boat was leaving.

I went aboard the Bf ook Island, and at 10.40 the boat was on Its way to East -Beach. The weather was calm and clear, and the water seemed to be still all the time I arived at East Beach at twelve o'clock sharp Then I went off the beat and went to the beach After having seme good refreshments, I took the trolley to my little called the Sea Breeze Cottage. When I got there it was about four o'riock, and it waa too late bathe. The next morning I woke up very early and went bathing. I found only a few mathers with me.

I tkiiUfc JL will aijur autre three) Brash a because the salt water is good for my health, and makes feel stronger. I hope you will come and enjoy the rest of the days with me. ABRAHAM MARKOFF, Ae 10. Norwich. He Helped Make Sugar.

Dear-Uncle Jed: I wonder how iha boys and girls have spent their spring vacation. Mt. ki i March 27. for a week. Ihave been neaping my father make maple syrup.

My has a small maple orchard. He tapped about tweifty-nine trees this year. My brothers and I gathered the sap. hayo a pan about four feet long and two feet wide. It is set on i bams: near the trees ao we can build a fira underneath.

We boll the sap about two days, then bring- It to the bouse. My mother cleanses it and seeUa it up in quart bottles. made over fifteen gallons. -We llao it to eat-. WUlfmalSc? GBAT' win a my sister.

Dear TTnola th 7 e'inr aown i 'ter's one morning and I fell jL, 7 By. ciotnee were all a ripping wet on me, and I felt Terr angry. thr down in the garden, hats thettirV I did not answer him because I waa crying. He asfced me the third time "What iwe maJteT Now- do-t 1 will give you a whipping!" Then I said? "I fell in the brook." choes? Mk1: "Wnere are kIsaid: "They are on the bank of the Oh, dear! Such a looking sight as I w- even the cow almost laughed at me. I went on my way home I could-a go down to my sister's, so that ended my pleasure for that day.

MAYBELL DO RE. Age 7. Eagieville. He Leads the Bull Calf. Jed: 1 now wrote with ink before.

I guess you will know It when you see this. My baby brother got an express wagon for Christmas. I pull him down to the car station in it to meet my mother. Every day he asks me to give him a ride. We bring the bundles up from he car for her.

Sometimes he bitches mL the wagon and I pull him. This week my daddy is moving a shed. He took the horse to pull it, and put it on some round pieces of wood ana rolled it along. We have peach treea. In the aum-mer before breakfast we go and get some of them.

My daddy has bought a bull calf. HIa name is about a yard long. We call him Pete for short. We have great fun leading him around; but Ihink he leads me most all the time. GEORGE OWEN GEER, Age 7, Norwich.

Likes Her School. Dear Uncle Jed: I am going to tell you about my school. I like to go to school. The name of my school is St. Mary'g.

I like to read my lessons very much. I like to read story books, too. ALICE PICHE. Age 8. Norwich.

How I 8pent My Birthday. Dear Uncle Jed: 1 thought I would write and tell you about my birthdav. I went to school. My mamma invited IS of my friends to spend hours from 5 to 8 p. m.

with me. We played games and after that we had a nice supper cocoa, sandwiches, cake, popcorn and fruit. We danced after supper. At o'clock all went horns. We had a very nice time.

I was 8 years old. y. ETHEL MORRIS. Norwich Town. Mrs.

Gooae Likea Uncle Ben. Dear Uncle Jed: I have an Uncle Ben who Uvea In the country. He has more than a hundred fowls. When he fed them it was a pretty sight to see them eat. Among these fowls was a large white goose.

She grew to be very fond of Uncle Ben. She ran when the others did, and it was funny to see her trying to get there first. When all the other fowls were fed, they went off; but Mistress Goosey stayed and followed Uncle Ben just like a dog. When he put the horse to a cart she stood by. When he went to the spring Goosey went, too.

If he stopped she did; when he went on again, she quit eating the grass and waddled after him. She had no little ones, or it would have been pretty to see her teach all her family, to love old Uncle Ben. Brutes will love those who are kind to then. HELEN MILLER COMPTON, Age 9. Norwich.

IGoea to School on the Car. Dear Uncle Jed: I am 8 years old. I am in the' third grade. I study drawing on Monday and singing on Wednesday. I go to school on the car.

We play handy-pandv. JOSEPHINE LEVY. Age 8. Norwich. How th Robin Built Its Nest.

Dear Uncle Jed: One day as I lay on the couch I saw a little bird. It was building a nest. The bird was a robin. It flew back and forth and got hay and straw. Once It got too much and dropped it.

Then it went back and got it After it got a lot it began to weave its nest. It worked hard through the rain. The nest is up high in the old pear tree right near the house. LAVIUS ROBINSON. Age 9.

North Franklin. Beauty Was a Rover. Dear Uncle Jed: Would you like to know about the dog we used to keep? We had a dog named Beauty. Father says we should have named him Rover, but, you see. we did not know that he was going to rove so much.

In the summer, when we went down to Ocean Beach' we took Beauty, too. We uaed to let him sleep outdoors, but when It grew colder we put him In the garage. One day we let Beauty run about without any chain on. We passed the rest of the morning without Beauty. That afternoon I went to ride in the cart with father.

When we had gotten as far as the lighthouse we saw a white dog nosing about near us. It was Beauty. Father stopped Prince and dumped ont and picked Beauty up and put him In the cart. A few days later Beauty disappeared entirely. A few days after that we received news from the gardener at Norwich that he had seen Beauty in the store of the man at Norwich that we had bought him from.

Beauty had walked aH the way from New London to Norwich. Since then we have not seen Beauty; at least, not that I know of. I think I have called "Here, Beauty! Beauty!" to almost every white dog in town, but I have never gotten even a recognising glance from a single dog yet. PAULTNB ELEANOR REYNOLDS, Age 10. A Brave Dog.

Deal Uncle Jed: There was once a brave dog oft the eoast of Maine. He Kwas en board a ship. His master was a traveling merenant. One night there was a big atom. The boatswain said, "Land! Land!" At that moment the ship stuck on Unccda Disc it A crisp, clean, nutri-tious food.

For everybody everywhere. Fresh in the moisture-proof pack-. age, 5 cents. ZuZu The funny little name the famous little ginger snap that puts fresh "snap" and ginger" into jaded appetites. 5 cents.

Graham Crackers The natural sweetness and nutriment of the wheat are retained, giving them a delightful flavor, xo cents. Buy biscuit baked by ACTIONAL BISCUIT. -COMPANY, Always look for that name sand bar. All the men ran for tha lite preservers. Some jumped over-beard.

When all were off but the merchant, the ship broke to little bits. The dog swam through tha bits. Ha found his master clinging to a spar. His master gave him a big bone when they got to the shore. He wagged his tail and said.

"Bow wow." Do you not think he was a brave dog. I do. THOMAS L. SHARKLBS. A) Taftville.

Nora's Pet Rabbit. Dear Uncle Jed: have a pet rak bit. He will play with me. Sometimes he does not want to play with me. He will run into the garden and hide in tbe big cabbage leaves.

Ha will eat clover out of my hand. He runs, all about the house in the morning. NORA CARR. Age 10. Oneoo.

Topsy Did Not Come Back. Dear Uncle Jed: I am going to write you a few lines about my kitten. This is the first time I have written and I hope to get a prise as I am very fond of books. I read every evening from books I get at the library. Last summer I had a nice little kitten.

He was full of mischief and was black so I named him Topsy. Sometimes I would go out in the yard and play tag with him. This is the way I did. I would tickle him and then run away. Then- he ran after me to catch me and bite my legs.

Then when he got tired he would down and I would come and sit by him. Last summer' we went away during our vacation and when we started in the automobile to go to the station he jumped up on the running board and wanted to come with us so "I had to get out and take him back to tbe yard. He stayed until just a few days, before I got He went away and we have never seen him since. I missed him ,80 much when I got home as he was so playful and I had such good times with him. I wish I knew what became of him.

I hope he went somewhere where ho has a good home. I guess I will close now. VIOLET DISCO, Ago t. IDo DD. ED, Prescription for IS years the standard skin remedy a liquid used externally instant relief from, all kinds of itch.

D. D.D.Soap the mildest of cleansers keeps the skin always clean and healthy. Lee A Osgood Norwich, Conn, Meat Ctsaia Are THESE ARB BETTER TOM'S 1-2-3 5c CIGAfi GOOD FELLOrV 10c CliU Try TKOS. M. SHEA.

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