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(was put out and watched the hose being rolled up, while the firemen that were doing it talked to him all the time. When the hose was all on the cart and the firemen Btepped up on the little step that Is at the back, to ride home, BlDy walked over and stepped up also, but he had to stand on his hind legs with his fore feet on the coil of hose in front of him. One fireman thought this a very clever thing" for a goat to do, so be put his arm around his neck and said, "All right, old reliow, you shall ride home with me, but take care, for we are going to start and the road is rough and you may fall Jff!" And in this way Billy rode back to the fire . station, causing many smiles from the people they passed. . As they drove into the station one of the policemen who was standing outside their station. called out, "Where did you get that ; goat?" Billys friend called back: "I don't know where he came from ; all I know is that he followed us to the fire, where he made himself useful by saving a life." "Well, we have his brother in our back yard. If not his brother, then one that looks precisely like him." "Oh, I guess not," answered Billy's friend, "for there are not two such fine looking goats in i town." - "Well, 111 show you; come over and see for yourself." So, the two men went into the police station yard, with Billy lagging uat their heels, laughing to himself to think how fooled the policeman was going to be at not finding any goat there. When they got to the yard the policeman looked . everywhere, but could find no sign of a goat, so went into the station to ask the

THE CLAN OF NORTH AMERICA

V. The Camp Directors Francis Holt-Wheeler - There had not been any close contests with regard to the election ' of these governors, but the election ' of a Camp Director was a different i matter. The Council nominated l three fellows: John Jansen. the bard-headed son of a retired farmer; Pierre McTavish, a brilliant but somewhat eccentric chap or French and Scotch ancestry: and Max Schulz, the best writer on any of the school papers. Active personal campaigns were waged, and on election evening, in the largest high school auditorium in Juventon, each of the three can didates addressed the Camp mem- ; bers. John's speech was the most t practical, Pierre's the most inspir- ; ing, but Max burst out with a volI ume of oratory that fairly swept : the crowd off its feet The balloting was secret, but simple. Seventy votes did not take long to cast, and only a few minutes to count The result was a surprilse. In eplte of Max's brilliant oratory, he had gained only 11 votes. John's practical suggestions had won him 21 sympathizers, but the inspiring leadership of Pierre found its answer in 37 ballots. Pierre's speech of . acceptance and appreciation brought down the house. He said: "Camp members. Tin not going to deny that I'm proud I'm elected. I wanted to be. And I honestly believe that we can make the Inde pendent Camp (he best thing of its Kind that has ever been. Ife like!

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other policemen where the goat had gone, but none had seen him and all thought he was still in the yard. "Well, that must be my goat, then," said the policeman. "Not much!" answered the fireman. "You will have to bring bet ter proof than that before I give him up." "Well, I don't want him anyway," said the policeman, "and you will be glad to get rid of him yourself in a day or two, for he is the most troublesome goat you ever heard of. You should hear of the misf chief he got into at the flat we took him from." "Very well," said the fireman, "111 stand all the trouble he will cause." And with that he led Billy out of the yard into their back yard and gave him a nice place to sleep, a big dinner, and a bucket of water. all of which BlDy was thankful for, as he was both hungry and thirsty after his trip to the fire. After his first ride on the hose cart, Bily liked it so much that every time the cart went out Billy went, too, and rode, as he had before, with his hind legs on the step and his fore feet on the coil of hose in front of him, and the fireman always steadied him with his arm. And soon this fire company was known as the White Goat company, with Billy as its mascot Copy right by the Saalfield Publishing Co., Akron, O. The Old Cabin One summer day about 1 o'clock, a boy named James, and I started for an old cabin north of town. After a walk that lasted about one hour, we arrived. It was a dirty old cabin. We first looked around on the first floor. We did not find any thing of interest. So we started for the attic. We found a halfrotted ladder, which we soon climbed. When we reached the top we found it to contain only one room and a closet, which James went in to explore. He found a loose board which he raised. When he raised it, all the others dropped out He fell down a narrow hole for about 20 feet When he stopped he found he had landed in the cellar. It was made of logs for the floor. He called lor me him out. He was safely to help i on the floor in a minute. We would have explored it if he hadn't looked at his watch and had seen it was 4 o'clock. TTr . . . we saiii we were rumuig uui t again. We got home about 5 o'clock. We had a very nice time. Everett Hoeea. (Honorable Mention in Story-Writing Contest.) her best for the good of the whole. And it's like this North American continent where every one gets a chance to make good. We can make our camp the beginning of a great Clan of North America, where we can put into action what we learned from books. Seventy of us can make history of this summer that's ahead." , Thus, amid a roar of cheers, the Clan of North America was born. Boys' and Girls' Newspaper Ser-

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ADVENTURES IN All OLD HAUNTED HOUSE

Chapter IV. Bruce was out of bed In an Instant and switched on the lights, Tom's pajama-clad figure following next. They pounded on the wall as usual, looking always for the secret door and finding nothing. They heard a low clicking noise; both turned, and they saw a woman's face disappear into the wall near the large mirror (it was the same Tom had seen before). Just then, Bruce said queerly: "G-g-good Lord! This place is sure ' haunted.' His handsome face was pale as he sank into the edge of the bed. Then both began searching around the mirror, where the woman's face disappeared, for the spring or secret button. Both met with disappointment No sleep for the two that night In the house of Mrs. O'Gill Betty Starr wag resting her sprained ankle, under the motherly care of Mrs. O'Gill, who felt a strange liking for Betty, and Betty had vowed to lead a straight life for the sake of the stranger who had helped her. Mrs. O'Gill had declared: "Tom is a fine bye," meaning "Tom was a fine boy." And Betty felt herself drawn towards him. After her foot got well, she secured a good position in an office as book-keeper (which she had learned at high school, when she was seventeen) and Betty did learn to lead an honest, straight life. She boarded with Mrs. O'Gill, and she sometimes expressed a desire to see Tom. When she heard that Tom was at the hospital, she grew nervous and pale, and inquired after his health day by day. When she heard Tom was better, her face grew brighten Tom went to see Betty every evening for a time. One night he told her how much he cared for her. He asked her to marry him, but she refused it, saying it 'wouldn't be right to marry her with her old reputation,' which she tried to outlive. Tom plead, but she still shook her head, although she loved him welL No more noise did Tom and Bruce hear after the shot. Bruce even looked in the mirror next morning to see if his hair had turned white, because he was so frightened. Tom renewed his threat of tearing down the house 'to find the ghosts.' Next n 'it. getting ready to go to Betty's, lie thought how queer the dragon, on the bottom of be ta'l mirror looked, so he rc-bbed hig hand over the raised figure of (no ciragc and lo! the glass began to slid-3 upward. To be continued. Thelma I. Darby. My Old Violin Music, what a glorious thing. It makes n:y heart with rapture sing. . It sounds from keys and many sti ings. Oh, give me, my old violin. I love the banjo quite as well. The sound of many ringing bells. The sweetest music voires bring, Oh, give me, my old violin. The music from the organ rings, The fife and drums, they have no strings; There is music in a mandolin. Oh, give me, my old violin. For we play and sing together, In sunshine and rainy weather, It cheers me when my heart is sad, And gives me joy and makes me glad. We have been good friends for many years. It would fill mine eyes with scalding tears, It would break my tender heart. If I thought we would have to part. A good companion, good and true, It cheers me when I am sad and blue; I would gladly part with anything, But let me keep my old violin. My violin is looking old and gray, I handle it gently every day, But its lovely tone Is sweeter than ever. We will not part, no, never, never! Sometimes it pouts and does no' sing, Because it has broken an "A" and "G" string; I take it up and play and sing) I love my old violin. Bttv Estelle, Garfield School.

Prudence's Dream In a small Quaker town where old men sit on old boxes in grocery stores, and take their knives and whittle and talk, there was once a girL Her name was Prudence. She wag tall and slender, with beautiful grey eyes and soft brown hair that was Inclined to be curly. Her parents used strict discipline with her. They did not want her to go to any kind of shows and dances, thinking that church-going was the proper way to raise her. Prudence went to school with her friends. They would often talk of going to a show to see what they looked like. One day, Prudence's best friend, Betty, came rtinning at her, waving her hand. "What's the matter?' 'asked Prudence. "Oh, haven't you heard there is a city girl coming out here to visit?" exclaimed Betty. "What is her name?" asked Pru"I don't know,' 'said Betty. Prudence and Betty hardly got their leson for thinking of the city girl and her clothes and how she would look and what her name would be. The girls could hardly wait until vacation came so the

girl would come. "I bet she has brown eyes and brown hair," said Betty. "I bet she has brown eyes and red hair," said Prudence. The next day school closed for the summer and all the girls were glad. A week passed and no girl came to the little Quaker town. One day Prudence and Betty were walking down the little village street when the train came in. A young girl got off the train. She was Just Prudence's size, but all the girls could see was a pair of big blue eyes and a gleam of short yel low curls dancing in the sunlight. She had on a beautiful traveling suit and Prudence could only stare at her. "Could you tell me where Mrs. Thompson lives?" asked the girl as she approached Prudence. "Why why yes,' 'said Prudence, "she lives right next door to us." vh, good" said the wonderful glrl,"you can take me there then." As they walked down the street the girit asked, "what is your name?" "My name is Prudence Whitley. i What is yours?" "Oh, mine is Isabel Harrington. Where are the shows in this town? Don't they have any?" "No said Prudence. "What are they like?" Isabel couldn't tell Prudence, for they were at the gate of Isabel's aunt's house. The little house was white, with ever so many vines, trees and flowers. The next day was Sunday and Prudence went to see if Isabel could go to church with her. Isabel met Prudence half way there. "Oh!" said Isabel, "I got a tele gram to come at once." "Oh, that's too bad," said Prudence. "It will spoil your vacation." Prudence went on to church and met Betty. "Oh," said Prudence, "the new girl's name is Isabel and she has to go home today." Prudence and Betty didn't go to church that day. They ran away to the woods and began to talk of Isabel's clothes, and how nice it was to have such clothes and go to dances and shows. After awhile they decided they would run away and go to the city. When they reached New York the tall buildings looked cold and grey and the lights were dazzling to their eyes. Everybody seemed to be in a hurry. The girls went to a show and found it wonderful. After awhile their money began to "get gone" and they didn't know where to go. "What ehall we do?" cried Betty. "We don't know any one." I don t know where we will sleep," said Prudence. Prudence and Betty were cold and hungry and didn't know where to go. When Prudence woke up the sun was shining through the window and r.he found it was all a dream. Ruth Tutrow, Richmond, Ind. Thought for Today Live each day to the fullest but keep yourself in condition to do it again tomorrow. . ,

RIDDLES FOR JUNIORS Some Charades 1. My first Is a word , of command, my second is a wrong word children use when they want to say "we have eaten our dinner" and my whole may be sung. 2. My first is the name of a girl, my second is the name of a girl and my whole is a game children like to play Nobody. 3. My first is what people say when petting a baby, my second is on the foot, my third is what you do to the grass, my fourth is something you pay, and my whole ia something you can ride in. N. B. 4. My first is in gravel, my second separates people from one another, my third is a boy's name, my fourth is something in the sky which shines brightly. My whole is the name of an important southerner in the Civil war. L. W. Answers will be published in next week'B Junior. TREE PUZZLES 1. A tree that can be read. 2. One that Is a kind of apple. 3. That is a flax, cotton or wool machine. 4. That is a noted day in Lent 5. That is famous in history. 6. That is used in canning cer

tain kinds of fruit 7. That is a place of retreat 8. That is a kind of sugar. Contributed by Catherine N. Fye, Garfield school. Answers in next week's Junior. Answers to Last Week's Riddles: 1. Goldfish; 2. Time; 3. Chair. PUT THESE IN LAST WEEK'S PUZZLE STORY Words to be filled in last week's puzzle story, written by Catherine N. Fye, are: aunt, flivver, lunch, piano, hogs, eggs, rope swing, "Doug" Fairbanks, lives. JOKES Gloom (in restaurant who has waited thirty minutes for his soup) -"Waiter, have you ever been to the zoo?" Waiter "No, sir." Gloom "Well, you would enjoy watching the tortoises whiz past." Lone Scout. Expert Employer (to tired-looking applicant) "Have you had any experience as a sardine packer?" Applicant for Position "Yes, sir; I was a subway conductor for three years." Boys' Life. Teacher "What are the properties of heat and cold?" Art Levine "The property of heat is to expand and cold is to contract." Teacher "Now give me an example." Art Levine "In the summer, when it is hot the days are long; in winter, when it is cold, the days are short." Lone Scout Heat Why do you call a fast automobile rider a scorcher? Because he goes out at a hot pace, makes pedestrians boiling mad, warms up the police, gets roasted in court, and calls it a burning shame. Boys' Life. Pencil Twifteri Cam You Chance This Easy Into a Jester ? Answer next week. Answer to Twister. last week's Pencil