RURAL. NEW-YORKER 
Gerald and his sister are having a lot 
of fun with their pet. Junior, whose pic¬ 
ture shows us that he is fat and full of 
mischief. They are learning a good many 
things about bringing up a lamb—what 
to do and what not to do. It is all worth 
while. 
Here is another letter: 
I am a farmer boy. 11 years old. My 
brother and I have bought a lamb each. 
Last season they gave us 20 lbs. of wool. 
We named them Nancy and Betsy. 
When we have some little lambs I will 
you. It was a little flying squirrel. I 
would not have known what it was my¬ 
self if I hadn’t seen one. One night I 
heard a noise in my bedroom. And then 
it jumped into my bed and sat on mv 
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thought the boy had a snowman with him who was on her way to church, said: 
on the seat. “Oh, I, want to take your picture in the 
Anyway, it is all part of the fun. But \.- Ra5 ^ st °PP®? King and King 
, , I, .. . :—. kesides that I wait you to fcarn to look 
shoulder. I forgot to shut my bedroom closely at things, to see all the details, his best. So did Bay and Mabel, and 
(ooi tight, and that is how it came in. and to know what you see. This is true when the lady got the pictures made she 
tefU r °“ Ij "I 11 »•«?«*. tut.with OTWy . «*« *• Mube! and thoy 
Last year we put our nuts in an empty thing, especially with all the haxiperiiugs 
room, and we kept missing them all the in the out of doors. 
IK;. J ?Tr- wm J“ t »—«•* 
these little animals. the best stories. Here they are 
One evening, when I 
are 
sent one to The It. N.-Y. 
Tennessee. hazel t., 12 years. 
Hazel is a very plucky little girl. In 
the letter that she wrote with her story 
The little buy a,„l girl, I.™ uud Mary, t ““ L ”" 1,0 ?' l, ' 0st a 
•e going home. They have their cutter ean do - 1 have been snaking logs 
and. pony. Their pony’s name is Babe, with a team down a steep mountain to 
liidi dog. Rover, is with them; he sits a sawmill. Mother said she would get 
a n-jr&'sas* is r -*“■« t *“*«' if 1 ™ m ** 
is black with a white star on her fore- a11 in - I am about half done. I 
head. The snow is deep and it looks like can do most anything where a team is 
it., 10 yea re. "£ . * f * «* ** * 
I am writing a story of a horse hitched riff 1 bjl a gn * to hnow how to do things 
on a cutter. There is a boy and his sis- llbe this.” 
ter or a dog sitting on the seat. Behind Of course it is all right for a girt to 
a^fenee "" 7'“^ « »*»' *• 
in front of it. The sun is shining and cau (I ° without harm to herself. Wo all 
hope Hazel will finish her job and get 
her reward. I wonder what it will be! 
.... --and 
it is about noon. They are going for a 
sleigh ride. I think that is about all I 
can think of in the picture. The picture 
was blotted so I could not describe it 
very well. george k., 12 years. 
New York. 
The Story Picture 
This month you have such a beautiful 
picture to write about. What part of 
the country do you think it is? Can you 
tell anything about the farming there 
A Fine Start in the Poultry Business 
WWma’s First Sleigh Ride 
One afternoon Paul came into the 
house and asked his mother if his little from what you see? What can you say 
sister, M ilma. could go to the store with about the trees in the picture? And 
Inm .She said: “Yes, she can go, if you then, of course, you will be sure to have 
will take good care.” The mother went a story about the team and its driver, 
and got her coat and hat and mittens and Such an interesting turnout! 
put on Wilma. 
give mine to my youngest brother. We kitchen. I heard a noise on the floor, but Paul came up the road with Major, 
have good times, besides learning how to did not pay any attention to it, because their pony, bitched on a sleigh. He came 
care for sheep. I help my father with T *■’-’ ’*•-— — 
the chores. We have, three cows and 14 
pigs. I will write again some other 
time. HOWARD c. 
New York. 
I thought it was my little kitten. Then up to the door and t Wi] d 
I walked over to it and saw it was a fly- 1 .. . . * , , a u 
iug squirrel. I called father and he aad g °t lu f° the sleigh, and away they 
caught it and put it out of doors on a went to the village. 
tree, so the cats could not catch it. When they got to the store Paul took 
Last bummer, in the evenings, we used ,e * 1 , , . , 
to sit on the porch, and we could see T . ‘ 1 sleigh and hitched 
the value that sheep have in yielding the little animals jump from tree to tree. Major. Then they went into the store, 
wool and lambs. He shows a fine spirit I have told you all I know about them. Paul had to buy a lot of groceries, 
in his intention to help his brother to eunsyhania. molett.,1_ years. Wilma bought a sack of candy. When 
start in the sheep business, too. 
Howard is a little older and he sees 
The other picture of the two children 
holding their pet lambs was sent from 
Massachusetts by their father. 
A Suggestion 
A letter received a few days ago reads 
as follows: 
“While I was reading Our Page today 
I wondered why more boys do not raise 
rabbits. I raise them and find them 
very good pets and awfully good eating. 
They are easy to take care of and are 
very interesting. I suggest that other 
boys and girls who have rabbits and other 
pets write in about them, as many of us 
The Flying Squirrel 
M.v flying squirrel came back. Only a 
day or two after I wrote our February 
page, it came again suddenly one evening 
about seven o’clock. The weather was 
a little milder than it. had been. Per¬ 
haps that it why it ventured out. This 
time it stayed for nearly two hours. I 
raised the window gently to put out some years old 
kernels of corn. Away it ran, but soon 
came back after the window was closed, 
and it felt safe again. It seemed not to 
mind what went on iuside, but it heard 
every outdoor noise, and would listen 
he had his shopping done he took Wilma 
and put her into the sleigh and they went 
home. 
M hen Wilma got home she said to her 
mother: “I’ve had the nicest time with 
brother you ever saw, and want to go 
again.” She went with him a lot of 
times afterwards. 
Wilma is five years old and Paul is 1-1 
They live on a farm iu Can¬ 
ada. 
New Y'ork. 
eva s., 14 years. 
W Nw' r “ dy for Tl '™ "hen » 
A Good-bye Word 
Now we leave the long, cold Winter 
behind. The door of Spring stands open. 
Peeping through it we cau see the bright 
colors of our favorite flowers; we can 
hear the sweet bird songs; we can watch 
the full life stir in every living thing. 
Once more the earth is awake. Once 
more the good soil is waiting for us to 
sow our seeds. Then the sunshine aiitl 
the rain, working with the richness of 
the ground, will set to work to grow the 
plants and bring the harvest. The ani¬ 
mals seem happier. The horse neighs 
and prances as ho conies out for the first 
time on the plow. The cattle sniff the 
green grass growing, and long for the first 
mouthful. All the world is happy in the 
Spring. 
As for us, we are full of the joy of 
being alive. The days seem all too short, 
there is so much to see and to do. Each 
one of us should have his own piece of 
work in the out of doors. It may be a 
garden, it may be a flock of chickens, it 
Sleigh Riding 
This is Bay and his sister, Mabel. Bay 
felt no barm was coming, it would eat tdgbt and Mabel is three. They have may be some sheep, or some rabbits, or 
Just the thing! Perhaps more boys again. All its actions were as quick as Kiug ’ their p ooy, on a sleig h on their a calf; it may be some crop we want 
and girls arc raising rabbits than Nicho- lightning. It would go from one end " a ' 11 day school, to raise, or it may bo several of these 
las thinks. It ttould be Tine it some let- the shelf to the other like a flash. ^ he snow is almost up .o Kings knees, things together, if we are old enough, 
tors would tell the methods used in caring When eating, it sat up as all squirrels buthe doesen’t care, as he likes to wade Besides the out-of-door things, the girls 
sleigh as much as King likes to wade. 
A Flock of Chickens 
Then 
They 
for rabbits; how they are housed, what do> aud he i d the coru iu its front paws 
they are fed, and other questions that How fast its jaws went and what a lot 
would help a beginner to start. 0 f corn it did eat! I think it must have 
been very hungry, for it came back the 
next night again aud ate till its little 
On this page you will see a picture of sides bulged out. That was more than 
a bright Pennsylvania boy and bis flock three weeks ago, aud it has not come 
of chickens. lie sent the picture last again since, but the weather has been 
month, saying: “I am sending you a very bad. aud perhaps it is only waiting 
picture of me and the chickens.” I wish for the right chance, 
he had told us something more about The books tell us that the flying squir- 
them; but we are glad to have the pic- rels are different from all other squirrels, 
turo, anyway. And I wish, too. that he They are about nine inches long and have 
li.ul signed his first name instead of just the furry skins connecting their front 
the initial H.. so that we could know and hind legs. They live in trees, often 
whether it is David or Daniel or Donald several together, and come out at night- 
or something else. Make sure to do this, fall. Climbing to the top of one tree, 
fll of you, when you write. Give your they jump off and sail to the foot of an- 
tull name and address. I might want to other tree, perhaps 150 feet. away, 
answer your letter. Of course, if I use they climb that tree and do it over, 
it on Our Page only, the first name and really do not fly. but glide like a para* 
ast initial will be given, -because it is chute. Their food consists of nuts, seeds 
""I * bid wa y- and buds, aud perhaps some insects. Iu 
I hope a good many of you are going to April three to six young are horn to 
laisc some chickens this Spring. There each pair. 
K not, room this month to say much about I wish that we had a picture of these 
it, hut the tiling is for you to talk with interesting little animals for Our Page, 
your father or mother or some older per- Do you suppose someone out of our thou- 
SfUK . bind 0l >t the best way to go about sands of readers has one and will send it? 
setting a lien and caring for her, and the __ 
best way of feeding the chickens. Let’s ' 
ha ve some letters from those of you who The Pictuie Stories 
have raised chickens. What a lot of you wrote stories last b >ok out of his window and saw it snow- 
—--month about the picture! And bow i‘ lg * and he said to himself; “Oh, my! 
What the Visitor Was mixed some of you were! It is not. so Tomorrow is Sunday, and Bay and Mabel 
A good many of you were able to tell straug e< because the picture was not very go to ^irtiday school. They won’t use 
me the name of the animal I described pIain : but I did not think it would puz- the buggy, for they never do when snow 
zle you so much. Some of you were * s ou the ground. They use a sleigh. I 
sharp-eyed enough to see who was in the like to draw it around. I'll have a line 
sleigh—a boy aud a little girl holding a time wading in the snow tomorrow.” 
white dog iu her arms. Others thought 
the boy was a lady, or only saw the little 
in the snow. have work in the house. After the close- 
Itay and Mabel love to ride in the ness of Winter it is good to open doors 
and windows wide again, to let the sweet 
Write a Story About this Picture 
When the flakes came down ou Satur¬ 
day afternoon, King was standing iu his 
stable eating his hay. He happened to 
Our Page last time. The following 
hntev from the lumber district of Penn- 
\vl\aniu is more interesting: 
1DH? U ,® sJied us to teI1 you what that 
uuc animal was that came to your w 
a.. ' c t A " , tuul vaine to your win- «us a lauy, or oui.v saw tue little 
uou, so I thought I would write aud tell girl or the dog, not both. One writer 
Sure enough, the next morning King 
was hitched to the sleigh and went wad¬ 
ing iu the snow to church. 
When they were half way there a lady 
fresh air come in, to wash the windows 
and to set all iu order. 
Thus you boys and girls who read Our 
Page keep busy, aud, being busy, you art- 
happy. The walks to school are full of 
interest now. Each morning brings some 
new discovery. Each day teaches some¬ 
thing new about the wonderful world in 
which we live. 
Good-bye for another month. Write 
me about all that is happening. I shall 
be glad to hear from you. Address me 
iu care of The R. N.-Y., West 30th 
street, New York City. 
