The Bugler from Russell, Kansas • 12

74 THE BUGLER 1 IT ERARY father. Here she made Ham stay for many days, tormenting and teasing him all the while. Ham grew thin and the black began to fade out of his cheeks. He longed to be home, for his conscience had bobbed up again. One day the king found Ham.

He was very angry with the giant princess, scolded her severely and made her promise to return the poor little black man to his place in the field. No sooner said than done. Ham was mightily pleased to creep into his cave-kin and decided that the world was big enough to hold Shem as well as Japheth; but he, with his wife, went off to a remote corner of Ethiopia which was, in time, peopled with little pickaninies. IN THE GOLDEN AGE A Story for Children (Isabel Savage) This story was written from the following outline: "There was once a race of giants. When they went to walk; they stepped from hill-top to hill-top.

The king's daughter went out to walk one day and saw a man plowing. She thought he and the horses would make fine playthings so took them home in her apron. Her kind-hearted father made her carry them back." There was a serious family row between Ham and his brother, Shem, on account of their father's will, in which he had left all his property to Shem. Ham resented this acutely and in his rage decided that Shem must die; this was a desperate measure but Ham had effectually drowned his conscience. He and Mrs.

Ham set the time for the crime as the day when Shem's family was to visit the Ham Home-Cave. The morning came accompanied by sunlight and brightness. The daughter of the giant king, who lived in a largeish cave some leagues from Ham's, decided to take a walk. She tripped merrily along barely touching the hilltops. A mischievious feeling lurked in her childish heart.

She itched to do something naughty. Suddenly about one step ahead of her, a mere matter of a half mile, she perceived Ham plowing in the field. "Ah," she thought, "what a lovely plaything. I'll just take him home in my apron." She proceeded to pick up the Ham-let from the field and carry him home where she put him under the bed in order to hide him from her A contest in short stories was recently held. The three best stories were written by Will Horn, Margaret Flaherty and Gertrude Mem-mott.

Each contestant was given the following words, all of which had to be used in the story: Moral, rainstorm, canoe, ditch, bungalow, Mildred, Will, Tabby, Fido, melon-patch, May-day, barb wire fence, lake, rhubarb pie. THE BREAKING OF THE DAM (Will Horn) A break in the clouds showed the sun resting on the tops of some lofty mountains a few miles west of a little bungalow. It was a small white cottage standing at the foot of a hill along which ran a small brook fed by a large natural dam far up among the great mountains. This stream was usually a picture of quietness and solitude but on this.