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TS • T IT T * • M _ _ American Agriculturist, September 6, 1924 
Pnze-Winners in Boys’ and Girls’ Picture Contest 
Books Are Awarded to Those Who Best Describe This Photograph-Read the Winning Stories 
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W E asked the boys and girls who read 
the American Agriculturist to 
look at the picture of the two cats “ treed ” 
up a ladder by the dog and tell us what 
story it suggested. All sorts of adventures 
were imagined for those worried cats and 
the self-satisfied dog, and the boys’ and 
girls’ editor had trouble picking out the 
best ones. The prize whiners are: 
First: Mildred Caroline Dix, Everett, 
Mass. Age, 14. 
Second: Marguerite Montgomery, Bain- 
bridge, N. Y. Age, 13. 
Third: Dorothy Louise Luce, Marion, 
N. Y. Age, 14. 
All will receive a copy of the book 
“Team Play,” a collection of stories of 
high school life. In awarding prizes, the 
excellence of the story was considered 
first, but spelling, penmanship and 
neatness were also taken into considera¬ 
tion. These are the stories, in their 
order: 
* * * 
How Midgie Was Fooled 
Mildred Caroline Dix 
W E were walking along a county road 
when Midgie declared she was 
thirsty. I felt that way too, so we stopped 
at the next farmhouse to ask for some 
water. ( 
As we walked across the front lawn 
toward the door, however, two cats came 
dashing around the corner of the house 
and quickly climbed part way up a 
ladder which was being used in repairing 
the roof. Behind the cats came a good- 
sized dog. He sat down at the foot of the 
ladder as if to say, “Now you can’t come 
down.” 
“Oh, that horrid, dreadful dog will 
hurt those kittens, I know he will,” 
sobbed Midgie, who dislikes seeing any¬ 
thing harmed. 
Just then a boy came out of the house 
with a camera in his hands. The dog 
looked at him expectantly and the boy 
quickly took the picture of the trio. 
Then Midgie sputtered. She just told 
that boy what she thought of anybody 
who would stand there and take a picture 
of those poor pussies when they were in 
such a plight. 
“Oh, they do that every day. Watch 
them now,” he said grinning. 
Sure enough, down came the cats and 
proceeded to take possession of the dog. 
He lay on his back and allowed them to 
bite his ears and play with him. Our 
fears and sympathy were in vain, for the 
three were fast friends. 
the dog. He never would go near the 
kittens again. 
* * * 
Kitten Kapers 
Dorothy Louise Luce 
ly/TRS. BARNES, an invalid, looked 
about for f some new amusement. 
She^ had long since grown tired of the 
day’s usual routine. “What shall I do?” 
she murmured, as she gazed about her 
pretty room. Her attention was suddenly 
directed to a scene near her garden which 
she could see under her window. 
Dempsey and Firpo, her little neighbor 
Peggy Ann’s own especial property, were 
frisking about near a ladder which had 
been used for painting. Suddenly in 
kitten language, ending in a loud meow 
for warning, Firpo dashed up the ladder. 
went to play on the velvet-like grass at 
one side of Brown's house. As they were 
tumbling about on the grass they heard a 
sharp bark. Four little eyes were looking 
immediately, trying to find from what 
source the noise came and who should they 
see but Ginger! They knew that their 
mother had often told them to run when a 
dog came near. There were no trees near 
and they would not have time to run to 
their mother. At last their eyes fell upon 
a ladder leaning against Brown’s house. 
They climbed up the ladder just in time 
to escape danger. Ginger stayed there 
barking and growling for the kittens to 
come down. One of Brown’s boarders 
happened to be taking pictures that day 
of the Brown place. He thought this 
would make a dandy picture. As he was 
taking it, Ginger looked up to see what 
_ was going on. When the 
man left Ginger was back 
on the job. 
In about an hour’s time, 
how happy the kittens were 
when Sammy’s voice was 
heard calling Ginger for 
his supper! When Ginger 
left, down came Cindra 
and Puss, and away they 
scurried as fast as they 
could go to their mother, 
never to run away again. 
Mildred Irene Cruikshank 
Edith Benedict 
George N. Hubbell 
Dora Dupriz 
Helen Gertrude Mitchell 
Florence Wells 
Leora M. Hurlbutt 
Caesar Arena 
Elizabeth Simmons 
Everetta Cummings 
Agnes Patterson 
Mable Norris 
Elaine Griffin 
Pauline George 
Winifred Hall 
John D. Mortis 
Miriam Wemgarten 
Margaret W. Swift 
Elsie M. Chubb 
Ida Mary Spencer 
Sammy Ernest Gangi 
Edith Derstine 
Lois O’Brien 
Mary Kielbowick 
Evelyn Shanty 
Ardeth Nevenger 
Clara Crumb 
Harold Rosenberger 
Pauline Povlus 
Grace I. Wilson 
Frank Charles Wood 
Marion A. Weir 
Margaret Burrows 
Grace Stewart 
Ruby Viola Robinson 
Minfard Burrows 
Helen G. Walters 
Thelma Barringer 
Thelma Isabel! Howell 
Elizabeth Bruns 
Grace P. Phillips 
Stanley Murray 
Leslie Brand 
Miriam V. Kachel 
Agnes Bucht 
Salone Hollenbaugh 
Anna N. Landis 
Mable Hollenbaugh 
Marian Rowan 
Frances Constance 
Grace M. Aschenbach 
Lewis Pickup 
Leona P. Clark 
Caroline Burgett 
Cornelius Schoon 
Mark D. Fausnacht 
Helen Farren 
Robert Simmons 
Carrie I. Dubbs 
Harry Light 
James Coslee, Jr. 
Emabel Decker 
Dorothy M. Osterhout 
Jeannette Coti 
William Bailey Allison 
Genevieve Pickup 
Sara Maher 
Florence Wells 
Marian Peckham 
Lavanch E. Reed 
Margaret E. Guy 
Lila Viviene Rowell 
Lillian M. Bezner 
Esther Knowles 
John B. Reed 
Hazel Grace Gadsby 
Arnold Watts 
Hazel Agnes Frederick 
Mildred Burdick 
Gilbert Simmons 
Marjorie E. Woodworth 
Ada Louise Snell 
An Exciting Ad¬ 
venture 
Helen Dickerson 
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What Story Does This Picture Tell ? 
The three prize-winning letters and the names of boys 
and girls who competed are printed on this page. 
dear!” said Tiny. 
It is so warm, I 
think I shall roast!” 
“It is very warm, but 
there is no use complain¬ 
ing about it, it wdfi not 
become any cooler,” re¬ 
plied Tiny’s sister, Molly. 
Soon the conversation 
launched into other 
channels. 
“Where is Teddy?” 
suddenly asked Tiny. A 
howl of triumph sounded 
and Teddy sprang at 
Molly. 
“Oh!” shrieked the be¬ 
wildered cat. 
“Run, run for your life!” 
shouted Tiny as she 
started to run. Round 
and round the house they 
flew, in and out of flower 
gardens. Finally Molly 
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Dempsey soon followed, as he saw Smith’s discovered a ladder standing against the 
dog, Trix, dash into the yard. Trix back of the house. 
When Our Dog Learned a Lesson 
Marguerite Montgomery 
A BOUT a week ago our dog was out¬ 
doors lying in the sunshine. All at 
once something began to pull at his tail. 
He kept his eyes closed and only moved 
his tail a little. Soon he felt it again. He 
raised up and looked. There were two 
little kittens. He jumped up and ran 
after them. 
He made them run so fast that the little 
kittens ran up a cherry tree. It was a low 
tree and there was a box up to it so the 
dog jumped up on the box and cuffed 
them with his paw. 
They jumped down and ran up a ladder 
that stood leaning against the house. The 
dog barked and jumped up at them. 
There was a pail of paint hanging on the 
ladder about half way up. He jumped up 
so high once that he scared the kittens 
and they ran up the ladder so fast that 
one of them hit against the pail and off it 
went, right on the dog’s head. What a 
mess! He surely needed a bath! He 
rolled in the grass, shook himself and 
made such a racket that the whole family 
came running out to see what the trouble 
was. As the pail spattered back on the 
kittens too, we gave the dog and kittens 
all a good bath. It was a good lesson to 
frisked about several minutes intent on 
bothering his animal friends when he 
heard a low “Trixie.” 
Trix turned. There stood his mistress 
with a box-like object pointing at them. 
He then heard a click and all was over. 
With a leap and a bark Trix had soon 
frightened the prize-fighters from their 
perch. Down they flew. Dempsey and 
Firpo living up to their namesakes’ 
professions. After several minutes of 
scrapping, Trix decided that the best 
place for him was home. With a final hiss 
and meow the kittens scampered away to 
play in the sunshine. Mrs. Barnes smiled 
as she witnessed the incident and finally 
dropped to sleep dreaming of the amusing 
scene. 
* * * 
1 “Up the ladder, up the ladder!” 
she shrieked as she ascended and Tiny 
followed. Teddy stopped short and stood 
staring up at them. He heard a whistle 
and as he turned his head the cats 
jumped to the ground and around the 
house they ran. Just then the door was 
opened and they reached the kitchen in 
safety and soon both were peacefully 
sleeping in a box in the corner. 
When Teddy turned his head and dis¬ 
covered his prey had escaped he became 
furious. He hunted everywhere but could 
not find them, so he soon w r ent off with 
other dogs. 
Some Southern Hot Breads 
Madison Biscuit. —These biscuits are 
delicious, and the recipe for them came 
through our fourth President’s family, 
James Madison. 
1 qt. flour, J4 pt. yeast, 1 egg, 1 large 
potato, 1 teaspoon sugar, 1 tablespoon 
lard. Beat yeast, egg and sugar together. 
Mash potato and mix it with enough milk 
to moisten. Work flour in as for rolls, add 
a little salt. They will rise in five hours. 
When light roll out % in. thick and cut 
and place in pan to rise again. In placing 
in pan be sure to give plenty of space. 
Bake in quick oven 15 minutes. 
. Maryland Biscuits. —Two and one-half 
pounds of flour, 6 ounches of lard, 1 
teaspoon salt, 1 teaspoon yeast powder, 
1 pint water. Rub flour and lard together, 
add all other ingredients and beat 40 
minutes. Cut into pieces the size of a 
walnut, shape into small cakes, flatten 
with base of the thumb, pierce with a 
fork and bake in a hot oven 20 minutes. 
Good hot or cold. 
Virginia Spoon Bread.—1 cup of cooked 
hominey, 4 tablespoons lard, 1 cup of 
cream, four eggs, 2 cups cornmeal, 4 
teaspoons baking powder, 1 tablespoon 
melted butter, 34 teaspoon salt. Mix the 
lard with the hot hominey; when cool add 
cream, eggs well beaten, cornmeal mixed 
and sifted with baking powder, melted 
butter and salt. Bake in buttered agate 
or baking dish thirty to forty minutes. — 
Mrs. A. L. Lyon. 
Those Who Competed 
Other good stories were sent in by 
Martha B. Lyman, Marshalltown, Del., 
Here are two descriptions which are not age 12, to whom was awarded a consola- , 
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What One Reader Thinks 
Dear Editor: Just a few words about some articles in 
recent numbers. 
The secret of making yeast and good bread is well set forth 
by the “A. A. Reader.” She states the case just as I have 
made bread for many, many years and have received many 
■premiums from the local and county fairs. She is right 
“that practice makes perfect,” also strict watch on the job 
every time. Keep the sponge or hard loaf out of all drafts, and 
the outcome will give perfect satisfaction. 
And I can vouch for Hazel Harper Harris’ way of re¬ 
covering parasols and umbrellas, as I have done the same 
way myself, and although 1 always found it a disagreeable 
job—(or disagreeable to my feelings) I always had a good 
piece of work accomplished when 1 had done with it. She 
tells it plainly and to the point, and anyone following her 
directions cannot make any mistake .— Clarice Raymond. 
so original as the prize winners, but tell 
a simple narrative very clearly: 
One Moment to Pause 
Mary D. VanDerbeck 
G INGER, a little collie pup, belonged 
to Sammy Brown. He was a very 
playful pup and loved to chase cats. 
Cindra and Puss were kittens belonging 
to Ann, Sammy’s sister. These kittens 
ran away from their mother one day and 
tion prize; Norma Hoffman, Parish, N.Y.; 
and Emma Green, Cooperstown, N. Y, 
Several excellent stories had to be 
thrown out because they reached us after 
August 23, the closing date of the contest, 
or they exceeded the limit of 250 words. ' 
Here are the names of others who tried 
for the prizes: 
Amber Weeks 
Mahlon Weeks 
Emma G. Crumb 
Catherine Fleming 
Ruth G. Mason 
Ruby Alexander 
Alice Louise Bardo 
George Fitch, 3rd 
Rosalie Estella Dann 
Eleaner Barringer 
Margaret Wrayno 
Sara Hendershot 
Catherine Morrow 
Elizabeth Duntley 
Tommy: Aw, pa, I wanta row!— Life. 
