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rlE STORY OF A MAN WHO BECAME LOST IN A MAINE FOREST "Coin out this morning, Doc?" ked Jameson. . , "Yes, going after whatever I can id." The camp was in the edge of the - rest about one mile from the r-ad. The party was made up of e doctor, two , merchants, two wyers, and two professors, all of iom had been friends in college. About an hour later the doctor i ok a small rifle from the tent and arted into the forest. When he had gone about two lies, he saw a cub some distance ay. He immediately shot and ounded the animal. The cub turned and went deeper to the forest, but at first the docr fear to follow, "since the cub's other might be near. After a ort time the doctor decided to How the animal, a thing which he uld easily do, since it left a oody traiL The doctor folowed the trail for most three hours, thinking of ithing but finding the cub. The ail suddenly ended, but the cub is not near. The doctor then )und that he was very tired and ingry and decided to give up the iase and return to camp. He started back. When he had en walking for about an hour be ' oked about him and thought that e place looked very unfamiliar. "But I will go on," thought the ctor, "perhaps I am mistaken."

When he had walked on for some me, he realized that he was going way from camp and was going 3eper and deeper into the forest. e must turn back ana try to una ' e cub's trail again. He turned ' ick, but was unable to find it. As night was near at hand and it is already dark in the dense for t, the doctor decided that he ' ust spend the night there, and - ait until the next morning to re- ' "rn to camp. Although the night was very ike a fire where there were so any dry leaves, since it might art a forest fire. He was very ingry, for he had eaten nothing .ice morning, and he had not seen iy game except the cub. He had t found any water during the day id he wan verv thirsty. Early the next morning the docr cei oul in me uirecuuu iu hich he believed the camp to be for he did not yet believe that he is lost but about noon he arved at the place from which he ii ntnrtpd that moraine. The doctor then realized that he is lost, but determined that he ust go on, although he was be- ' ming weak from want of food. After resting for a short time he t out again, in the opposite direcon. He became so weak that he equently had to sit down and rest. That evening, as the doctor was alking along, he saw a squirrel. ' q immediately shot and killed it, id then sucked its blood to rengineu mm. ne musi siay m e forest a second night In the meantime the camp party ;id become xery anxious concern e the whereabouts of the doctor ' hey had organized one search xrty, and several farmers of the clnity had organized another. When the doctor awoke on the orning of the third day he was )t able to walk. But he must go : i; so he tried crawling. He was weak and his exertions exlusted him so much that he had stop and rest very often. After ;veray hours of crawling he found at he was able to walk slowly for tort distances. While he was wandering about at morning he was thinking innflv Hnw Inns- rnnid he stand at terrible thirst and gnawing mger? How long would he live

without food or water? Would hef not lose bU mind if this continued?! Haw manv rtatra umilf naaa KcfnrA '

he must die? He had never thought of death by starvation. He might kill himself. No, he would never do that! Perhaps he was losiig his mind, now, he was so weak and dazed ! What! No! It could not be!--It could not be water! Yet, it must be a brook ;it must be water! The doctor approached the brook. Yes, it was real water! He found a small vial in bis pocket. He filled it and drank. He filled it again and yet a third time. He knew that he must not drink too much, but he must not go far from the brook. The doctor sat down bv the hrook to rest, and soon fell asleeD from utter weariness. When he awoke it was late afternoon. He arose and walked forward, looking back very often so mat ne wouia not lose sight of the stream. He then decided it was best to follow the stream, since he might as well be in one place as another, so long as be was near water. He followed it for about two miles when he saw an opening in the forest. It proved to be a lake. He suddenly stopped and looked Intently across the lake. What! No! His eyes were deceiving him! It could not be! He must be dreaming! He must be losing his mind! It came nearer. Yes! It certainly looked like a boat with two people in it Yes! it was a boat. The doctor waved his handkerchief. The two men in the boat saw him and answered his signal. The boat touched shore and two of his rnmn friandn leaned OUt Of the boat and welcomed him as if he were risen from the dead. They reached the camp in safety, and the doctor soon recovered from the effects of his adventure. Ruth A. Ketring. English, Senior High school. Sixty-nine years ago on March 20, "Uncle Tom's Cabin" was published as a book. There were 300,000 copies disposed of that year. It has been translated into Arabic, Armenian, Chinese, Danish, Dutch, Finnish, Flemish, French, German, Hungarian, Illyrian, Italian, Japanese, Polish, Portuguese, Greek, Russian, Serbian, Siamese, Spanish Swedish, Wallachian, and Welsh.

TRUE WAR STORIES TOLD BY SOLDIERS IN FRANCE-SAMMIE

No. 4 "Two Tales of Darlna." There is more likely to be a sudH den disaster, or quick deatn, in tne excitement and ardor of battle. I have not known so many of them, but there was one chap, Hby name, who had a most remarkable experience. "I was driven down behind the German lines," he told me, "with my machine gun out of commission and my wings so torn that there was no chance of getting up again. Close behind me came the Boche I had been fighting, a" gentlemanly fellow, who nevertheless, had me covered with his big service revolver before he fairly took the ground. He spoke very good English, and told me to get into his machine, the observers' seat being empty. "I had to do as he directed and in a few seconds we were 3,000 feet up and driving for his aerodrome. "By Jove, tnis is a wonderful climbing machine," I said. "My captor beamed all over. "I am proud of it myself," he replied. "I saw at once that I had struck him in a weak point, so I began to i praise everything about nis machine, and he in turn showed it off to me, repeatedly saying, it is not likely that you British have anything like this." "But we are going to have pretty soon," I answered. "While he was doing stunts with the aeroplane I was watching how he controlled it. At last I was confident that I could manage the machine. "Looks like a squall over yonder," I remarked casually. "The German turned. In an instance my elbow was crooked around his neck. He fought like mad, but I had surprised him. "The machine reeled crazily. It was equipped with a stabilizer, but heaven alone knew whether it would stand the strain. I felt his

The Jolly Wind

i Today the wind has had great fun Chasing the leaves to make them run, ' , They flutter and fly, turn head over heels And away they roll like little wheels; Yellow and red instead of green They're just as nice as they've ever been. A few that still hang on the trees Are pulling and tugging in the breeze. We think they are trying to get free, Quite tired of being tied to a tree. We love to go out when the wind is high, We Btretch our arms and try to fly. But the wind just laughs at what we do. "Ha-ha," he says, and "Who-o-o- are youou-ou?" We answer loudly, Jeannie and Joe, Help us to fly, we would love to go!" But he will not lift such heavy things, He likes the leaves, or things with wings. Sometimes he is in a frisky mood And then he's rather rude, He shakes the window, bangs the door, And lifts the mats upon the floor; Or snatches off a person's hat; It's not polite, but he doesn't know that! It makes us laugh to see a hat roll (Joe says bowlers were meant to bowl). We think it's funny, but if we can We catch it and give it back to the man. We like the wind to blow at night When the house is still and there is no light, We creep and peep through the wiadow bars And hefer the wind among the stars, Carying his big gray clouds along, Singing always the same old Bong, Who-o-o are you? We say, "You know we're Jeannie and Joe. Because we have often told you so, Jolly old wind, we do love you. We do, we do-oo!" Christian Science Monitor. J left hand reaching for his revolver. He had of course, taken mine, I managed to grip his wrist. "I will dash us both to earth," he hissed between his teeth. "I knew he would do it, too, I had to finish hint -quickly. Putting every ounce jft strength I had into my arm, whufli was choking him, I let go of the Wrist which was searching for the revolver and before he could reach the weapon, smashed him, hard as I could in the face. "Pie fell forward limply. The machine was rushing toward the earth, I grasped the control levers and steadied them. The control was in the middle, and the machine could be driven from either seat. I was sorry for the limp form of my enemy by my side, for he was a real fighter, a man doing his duty. The blood streamed down over his face, and he lay as though dead. I had hit with desperation. I next reached for his revolver for fear he would come to, and I didn't want any more change of drivers. "I think we must have made more than 110 miles an hour back to our lines, and truly, I was as much in a hurry to save the man I had been near killing a. short time

before, as I was to getthe machine there safely. Well, to make It brief, I landed at the aerodrome all right, and they carried the Ger,u:in off to a hospital. I was by his ;kle when he tame to. "Ach! he said. You are right, Jie English now have one of the best machines." "I don't think it is often, that a German is a sport like that, but it's all the more pleasure when you do find one." "I never heard of another Bitch fight between enemy airmen, although similar struggles for the control of a machine have been fairly common. At one time, both British and French were sending up observers unused to air service, because they needed them faster than they could be trained. This was risky business and cost a lot of lives and planes. An observer would often become frightened and grab the control levers or the wheel. In some squadrons the pilots were equipped with clubs, much like a policeman's and many a one had to subdue a frenzied observer who had been taught just enough flying to make him think he knew more aboue the handling the machine than the pilot. While I was in Indon, I saw a battle between a Zeppelin and an aeroplane. Jt wa3 one of the first raids over the city. Everything had been in darkness before the aircraft was discovered. Then a thousand searchlights were turned into the heavens and the great gas bag stood out like a ball of flame. Half a dozen of our machines took the air, their wings shining in the light like those of great silver birds. The Zeppelin was flying very fast and high, and some of the planes seemed to have difficulty reaching her at the great altitude. There was one, however, which to an experienced onlooker appeared to be defying all the rules of flying and of maneuvering. Yet it drew always closer fo the giant craft. The searchlights were turned off for fear of blinding our flier. All eyes strained in the direction where the two enemies had last been seen. Presently there was a tiny glow of reddish light as though a smoker in the heavens had flicked the ash from a cigar. For a second it gleamed, then a burst of flame lit the whole sky. The Zeppelin was burning, and, in its light we could see the aeroplane which had destroyed it, diving crazily for the earth. The wreck of the German machine fell near P Bar. In every available vehicile, the crowds hurried there. While the police were holding them back from the mass of twisted metal and charred bodies, an excited young man pushed his way through the crowd. He whispered to a policeman, and showed him a card with a photograph on it, and the officer allowed him to pass through the crowd. "It's Lieut. It " whispered some one. "He's the worst flier in England." I had heard of him before, and the reputation was justly earned.

j R was considered by all the airmen as a nervy but hopeless stuI dent. As he was pushing his way j back through the crowd, the police man asked him wIjo had "gotten" the Zeppelin. "I did,'' said R , and he was telling the truth. SAMMIE. (Next Week: "The French Re spect for Their Dead.'' THE LITTLE CHICKS Three little chicks. Out in the rain one day. When a big cat Happened their way; One ftew this way, One flew that way, And one was caught By the big cat; And that was all the mishaps That happened that day. Elizabeth Rlggs, SA, Starr School FOOLING THE TEACHER When we lived in St. Louis, my sister, Eleanor, was Just starting in kindergarten. Mother was explaining to her that she had to go to school every day or she would be called absent. One day mother had to keep her out of school to take her down town to have her shoes fitted. When she came home the next day she came into the house anxious to tell mother she had fooled the teacher. She said the teacher didn't know she went down town because she didn't call her absent; she had just called her Eleanor Clapp. Paulj Clapp, 5B grade, Valle school. I

J FAMOUS WOMEN , Henrlette Hen "My child, whom would you rather marry a rabbi, or a doctor?" asked Dr. Lemas of his 13-year-old daughter. "On the whole I believe I would prefer a doctor, father dear," replied Henriette who knew her decision would please her father who was himself the best Jewish doctor in Berlin. That very night the ceremony was performed and Henriette, sitting in her bedroom waiting for her cue to appear, realized for the first time that she was "really very beautiful, not merely pretty." Henriette Herz was one of the most popular women in Germany and her salon became the rendevous of the most brilliant men and and women of the age. Boys' and Girls' Newspaper. OUR CAMPFIRE HIKE (A True Experience.) The larger girls of College Hill school decided to have a campfire. There are seven girls in our campfire. We named it Filicura Campfire, which means helpfulness. I am the guardian, as I have had some experience before with the work. It is not a chartered campfire because I am not old enough to be a guardian in a chartered organization. Our campfire decided to take a hike on Sunday, March 6. Some of the girls went to Sunday school. The girls who did not fro to Sunday school met the others at Boswell's lane. Nearly all the girls wore gym .bloomers. The girls that went were Ella Van Ettan, Thelma oswell, Elizabeth Kortright, Edith Nlckens, Lpella Shook and myself. We went through Boswell's woods to Reed's Springs. When we got to the springs we made a fire on which we fried our meat. We then made our lemonade. For dinner we had meat, three different kinds of sandwiches, baked beans, pie, cookines, lemonade and apples. We ate all we could then played about an hour. It began to rain so we went to a friend's house. We played there until about I n. m. ; then we started for home. When we got home we were very wet. Rain can never damppn happy spiiits, so we had a good time anyway. ZELA K. SHOOK, 8th trade, College Hill school, Wayne township. P. S. We hope that all girls who go on hikes will have just as good a time as we had. We think we will take the rest of the children in our room the next time we go. Editor's Note The spirit and the writing of this news story deserves special mention. Let us hear from you again, sometime, Zela. BUNNIES Easter comes on the 27th of March. Bunny will bring you lots of eggs for Easter and the children will go over to the nest to find the eggs that Bunny brought The eggs are round as a little ball that he brings. I wish he would show me where he fiuds the eggs. Tho Easter eggs are pretty eggs. Bertha Mains, Grade 6B, Finley School. AN INTERESTING MAP. A map of Fairyland, named "The Child's Ancient Map of Fairyland." is in the public library in New York city. It is a long, long map, and came from England and on it, all the favorites of fairy story and mythology have their abodes. One thousand needy families of Chicago received free sacks of vegetables from a market held recently by "The Boys of Woodcraft," an organization of Chicago high school students, who during the summer had gardens of their own. Just For Fun J T have a shining future," said the bootblack as he started his second day of work. A teacher asked Tommy where Washington was to be found. Tommy said, "Washington is found in his tomb." Malcolm Jolliff, grade 6B, Vaile school. Excuse received by a teacher for a pupil's absence: "Dear Teacher: Please excuse John's absence from school yesterday as he fell in the mud. By doing same you will greatly oblige his mother."

GIRLHOOD STORIES OF