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Creaky' s Newspaper CHAPTER L "A School Newspaper?" "Sure!" Answer Creaky, at He Lays Hia Plana. "Thin arhnnl mmht h.t,. . newspaper of ita own," declared Bill Jackson, as he was putting on his football sweater in the basement Just before the second day's practice. "NOW" ' ranlnJ CI..-.. 0.1 I ,u n I OUllOCl OWHUtlder. what'g the use? We've got too much tq read already. Nothing way." . ... "Nothing ever happens? Is that so?" It was Buck Winters, the newly-elected captain of the foot--j ball team, speaking. "Just because ( we lost three-fourths of our games , last year Is no sign that we are goj ing to do it again this season. This school Is not one to be ashamed of itself." Newspaper Forgotten. But Sunset won the argument, as far as the three were concerned, .not because of his superior logic, but because Bill and Buck forgot all about it All that week studies and football were the program of each day. None of the fellows thought about the newspaper. But on the night of that second day's practice, when the fellows nad the talk we have just heard, there was another Interested listener. Aout five that evening, Creaky Creel, the fellow whn ni. ureu uul ur every team ana who was always beaten by bigger and stronger chaps, walked into the office of the Daily News, on his way home from school. Before Creaky had been In High school, he used to deliver the News. He knew Captain Newton, the editor. Creaky Wants to Start "Captain Newton, how can we strat a newspaper for our High school? I would like to try it" "Good idea, Creaky, you've got the stuff. Come in tomorrow and I'll tell you. Must go now. Here, - George" calling one of the pressmen who was washing up "show Creaky our new press" So that evening Creaky missed his supper. In the basement of the tx ir. twfytjl ....4 A 1 big shop where the presses raced late every afternoon, he lost himself and did not want to be found. Creaky Creel was seeing and thinking new things. CHAPTER II. ; . Winnebago High Fights $55.00 Week Newspaper that Creaky Proposes. "Creaky Creal, I know you must be mistaken. You can't be right" it was Marjorie Masters talking "My cousin In Brockton says her high . school magazine costs only $25.00 a month to print. And, Creaky, is is perfectly lovely. It is as big as this notebook and has a Deauurui Diue and gold cover. I Just love blue and gold." "Sorry, Marjorie," rejoined ureuiiy, i vmuea an me printshops in Winnebago with this 'dummy Saturday and the best price I can get is $55.00 a week and a promise that it will cost more soon. And maybe they can't get the paper to print it, either. Looks bad to me. We can't afford It." "Fifty-five dollars a week! Why, STUDY ELPS An Idea Book Isn't it provoking to see the boy across the aisle busily writing the second page of his theme while you sit chewing your pencil, drawing little pictures on the margin of the paper, writing a few different sen tences, but without any idea that you can work into a real good theme? Ideas are not rare. The trouble " is that they are likely to come at the wrong time. Try keeping an idea page in you notebook. When you happen to think of some unusually good hunch for a story write it down there. It may come to you as a result of some game played at recess. Maybe it will be a remark by Dad at dinner. Maybe It will be a dream authors have dreamed the plots of stories. Write these ideas down. They are your own and your own are a whole lot better than ones that you may "borrow" from some book you have on your desk.

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it's positively absurd. Let me see that 'dummy' again." Scissors and Paste "Dummy" The "dummy" under discussion was a homely scissors and paste initation of what Creaky had hoped a Winnebago High School weekly newspaper would be. It consisted of one plain piece of paper, folded to make four pages,

10x13 inches each. On each page were pasted four newspaper columns, 12 inches long. "Oh, Creaky, let's forget it." But Creaky didn't forget Right after school that evening he carried the same "dummy" into the football dressing room. "What $55.00 a week for 500 copies of a sheet like that? Not me!" "Your plan is bunk, Creaky," chimed in Sunset Schneider. "Give me that thing to wipe the mud off my shoe's." "Something Wrong" "Creaky," solemnly assured Barrel Timkens, the fat but practical center, "Creaky, there is something wrong with your plan." "Aw, forget It," with this Buck Winters, the captain, ended the discussion. But Creaky didn't forget and didn't quit In the columns of the Daily News that night his keen gray eyes found four scattered items which he combined into one idea an ided which sent him to bed reassured and happy. TMore Next Week. (Boys' and Girls' Newspaper Service) GARFIELD COOKS TO SERVE UJMCHEONS The first lunch of the year prepared by the Domestic Science girls of Garfield, was served by the girls of the 8A Industrial class, Wednesday noon. All the girls assisted in the luncheon and Miss Larsh, Miss Henley and Miss Wolfard acted as hostesses. The girls of the class, of which there are 21, will take turns planning and serving luncheons several times a week during the semester. Two girls will be in charge of each luncheon, one acting as hostess and one as waitress. Roberta Sheffer was hostess for Thursday's luncheon, and Elizabeth Unthank was hostess on Friday. i The. Clan of North America BUILDING THE BRIDGE Francis Rolt-Wheeler Six o'clock in the morning is pretty early, but in June the days are longr When the Camp Director called the roll only two of the boys and two of tho girls were missing, and everyone agreed that 66 out of 70 was a good response, on a hard work call. Before nine o'clock the four trucks with their loads of workers reached the points predetermined by Lars. They had expected some of the farmers to come out and help, but to their surprise and Joy, the farmers always ready to respond when taken the right wayhad turned out in mass. Instead of seventy or eighty, more than two hundred were already at work. Tho road was like the entrance of an ant hill. Not only the farmers, either! By eleven o'olock, buggies began to drive up ana me rarmers wives came with huge baskets, Just bursting with good things to eat. So, when the horns blew for dinner, it was more than a dinner, it was a spread, a spree! Everyone deserved it, too, for on all the bridges, the heavy logs had been laid, and, on the road, a good deal of the grading had been done. Two good hours were allowed for dinner and then everyone turned to again with a will. Never naa such hard work seemed so much fun. It seemed impossible that mirh . lot rould be done so auickly. But a couple of hundred men, well directed, can accompiisn wonaers. Ttv bIi o'clock the planking was down on the bridges, the road had been roughly graded. It was even ready for travel. Sn much food had been brought for dinner, that there was enough for a Jolly supper, and by dark the P!imrwrii were on the road home, tired but happy. The County had a new road. (Boys and Girls' Newspaper Service)

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CHAPTER XIV. What the Letter Contained. Jan. 22. 1303. My dear husband Phil: When you have read the contents of this letter; never again will you love me. Phil, I have done a cruel thing. Before I ever met you, fl was engaged to a young man in Hichlngton, Ohio. Then when the Civil war began, he enlisted. After the war be came back home minus one arm. He was the son of a wealthy man, hut, soon after he came back bis father failed In business. About this time he asked me to marry him, but I refused. In truth. Phil, I was after his money. Then, slowly, he built his father's business up again and made himself very wealthy, also. When I heard this I wrote him a letter asking him to forgive me for things I had said In the past and also told him I would be happy to be his wife. But he had fallen In love with another woman and wrote back a cruel letter. I was angry and ever since have planned revenge. Years went by and It was Just after yon started for Europe that I heard that Grlnard Thawlev (that was his name) had two children; a girl of nine or ten, and a boy about twelve.. Then a cruel thought entered my head. I would kidnap Grinard's daughter and hold her for a ransom and after all, get some money out of Grinard. So I packed my things and went to visit a cousin that lived thirteen miles from Rlchington. At about the end of my visit I planned with some men that were v.r,d up for monev to kidnap the child and then send a letter to her father, asking for tho ransom and then he would be given his daughter. All of this was done, but the money for the ransom was never put in the proposed place, so I kept the child. I have only had her two weeks, but already I see my crime, I am going up to your sister, Alice, and ask her to go with me to take the child hack to her home. I could COWARD f l d U a'0ne- 1 am a Thil, dear, I know you'll never love me again but please, oh, please, forgive me, and may God also forgive mv sin. Your wife, ELECTA SMART. - V ,eave for Alice's tonight and will mail this letter from there .E. S. As soon as Hal finished reading the letter he railed a ' jthe Wonders" at "Mystery House.' He then read the letter aloud I "Isn't it wonderful?" said Betty, i that our side found it out? And v iiium nun our aear mend, Frances is the lost daughter" "Now, if we can only find her brother," Hal said. "Why, It's ending out 'most like a book," said Norene, "I hope they will 'live happily ever after.' " "Well, what are we going to do about it?" Betty asked. "We won't tell Francos yet," Hal said, "but don't you think we ought to send a telegram to her father. He ought to be told first." "Oh, no," said Norene, "First we ought to see Mr. and Mrs. Cawell about it. Let's write a letter to her, asking her to come up here." "Just the thing." agreed Hal. "But, listen, Hal," Betty said, "maybe Frances already knows about this. If it was found near her bracelet she must have dropped it." "Yes, but it was sealed," Hal said. "She might have put it In another envelope," Betty said. nut, uetty," said Norene, "don't you remember that day we went hiking she said both her father and mother were dead. That is proof enough." "Well, if she knows it, she knows it," Hal said, "and if she doesn't she doesn't Anyway, we aren't going to tell her, whatever the circumstances are." "That's Just what well do," agreed Norene and Betty. "Sh-h-h!" whispered . Hal. "I thought I heard a noise. They 11stenea ana sure enough, they heard faint footsteps. "Run into the library and get into the big fireplace, there," he whispered. "Better get back in the corner, so you can't be seen; but for pity's sake be quiet." Norene and Betty Quickly obeyed this command while Hal cautiously went on to find what the noisa WAR. Am ha atenned fntft thn kitchen he saw AI disappear into the dining room. "I'm not safe,' Hal said to himself. "I'd better hide, too!" so he quickly tip-toed back to the library I

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and got into the chimney. He had hardly done so when again the footsteps sounded nearer. "Crowd back into the corner aa far as you can," whispered Hal. Betly leaned up against the end of the chimney and as she did so the secret door went up into the chimney. "Quick! up the 6taire," Betty said. They certainly lost no time doing so, and then the door closed again. "A friend in need," said Norene, throwing it a kiss. "This certainly is a find." Hal said. "Let's examine this room." "There's not much to examine but this desk," Betty said. "I expect it's locked." She began to pull on the lid and Hal and Norene joined in. Soon they had it open and discovered the letters. " Look here ! " said Norene, "Here are some more letters from that Electa," and she held up the two letters that the 'Silent Workers' had examined some time ago. "Then we are on the right track," said Hal, when they had finished. "I have a pencil here, and there Is some paper," Betty said. "Let Norene write the letter now." So Norene sat down and wrote the following letter: Oct 2, 1920. Dear Mrs. Cawell: We would like for you and Mr. Cawell to come up for a little visit real, real soon. Norene, Hal and I are members of the 'Wonders' division of the 'Keep Our Ioing3 Secret Club.' You will not understand what this means now, but when you come we will explain. We have made a very important discovery and we feel that we ought to consult yo uand Mr. Cawell before acting. Do not disappoint us. Yours truly, NORENE PEWE. HAL. DEWE, BETTY BORTON, "That'll do," Betty said. "Now, mail it as soon as you can." "Listen!" commanded Hal, "I think someone is calling." They listened and heard Frances" voice. They went down the secret stairs and back into the chimney. Al. was nowhere to be seen, so they managed to get out without being caught. "Whatcha want?" asked Hal. "Why, I've been deserted," Frances said. "Where's the others?" asked Betty. ' "I don't know," replied Frances. "I guess they thought I was with you, and you thought I was with them. But, where have you been?" "Shall we tell?" Norene asked Hal. "We'll see," Hal said. "Have you ever been in that house there, with Agnes. Billy, or Al?" He pointed at 'Mystery House' and Frances shook her head. "Well, then,' 'he said, "That's where we were. But, you must never tell the others that we've been there and never tell them that you have been in it, for we're going to take you in." "But why so much secret work about it?" questioned Frances. "We can't tell you now," Hal said, "but some day we will." They went over to 'Mystery House' again to show Frances the place. They did not take her far, though, for when they went through some of the rooms, Frances said: "Hal, I've been in a place somewhere, almost like this house. It looks enough like it to be its twin." " Come quick, ' Frances ! " Hal called, "I think I hear the others coming." They hurried out, but it was an hour before the others ap peared. (To be cotinued.) Julia R. Burr. Riddles for Janiors, 1. What is the best way to make the hours go fast? 2. What kind of footwear is made from banana peels? 3. Why was the whale that swallowed Jonah like a wealthy, retired milkman? 4. Which are the lightest men, Irishmen, Scotchmen or Englishmen? 5. What's odd about the way a horse eats? Answers will be published In next week's Junior. ANSWERS TO LAST WEEK'S RIDDLES 1. A locomotive engineer minds the train and the school teacher trains the mind. 2. The Isthmus of Panama is like the first "u" in cucumber, because it is between two seas. 3. When he is licked and put into the corner to make him stick to his letters.

THREE YEAR OLD GIRL WRITES POEMS OF HER OWN ; COMPOSES TUNES Little Phyllis Joyce, of Webster Avenue, New Rochelle, N. Y., claims to be the youngest poetess in the world. rbyllis, who according to her mother, is only two months past her third birthday, has already made up several little poems and moreover, has composed little tunes to fit them. Phyllis cannot read or write, and all her poems are dictated to older members of the family. She keeps the tunes in her own head until some musical friend writes down the notes. "But Phyllis has been precocious in all ways," said Mrs. Joyce, "she walked when she was eight months old, talked plain English at 12 months, and could count to 20 before she was a year old." Here is one of the poems which Mrs. Joyce says Phylli3 composed by herself: Tinka Tink Tinka tink, Tinka tink, By the light of a star. On the cool river brink, I tink my guitar.

FOR TOMMY'S RECOLLECTIOM Tommy's father and an old schoolmate of his were discussing pranks of thejr boyhood days. The door was ajar and as Tommy went past it on his way out he heard hia father say: "Remember, Sam, the day when we run the girls and the new school ma'am out of the school with a rat?" "Yes, and the time you put a tack on the chair of one of the school directors!" laughed Sam. A few days later Tommy returned from school with a note from his teacher saying that Tommy had put a tack on her chair and had tied a mouse in one of the desks of a very timid little girl, and something should be done. When Tommy was asked why he wanted to do such a thing, Tommy, replied: "Why, Dad, I wanted to have a prank to recollect when I get big and my school mates visit me." Julia R. Burr. Puzzles for Jmiors A outh American revolutionist, in New York to buy war supplies, secretly, cabled back the following message to hi3 commander: Satin heels, inner plaits, princess ear-rings, dips, talcum, opals; dancer alert yesterday. "Number 31. "Hojho!" laughed the operator, as he sent the message, "here is a cipher and the key is given." The real message contains only four words. Can you read it? Answer to today's puzzle: Ten airplanes shipped today add the third then the first letters of each word. ANSWERS TO LAST WEEK'S PUZZLES 1. Teas, east, seat, eats. 2. Catastrophe. 3. O-V-A-L V-A-L-E A-L-M-A L-E-A-F Pencil Swifter j Can You Change This Bird Inio A lion's head ? rMrff Answer next week. 7 Answer to last week's. WANT ADS LOST A brown pocket book with locker key No. 92, and 9 cents in it If found, please return to Aunt Polly.