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6By Fifth Grade Pupilscess and took her to the palace. Later Roland and Elizabeth were married.School No. 4Nicholas FlorkoThe Lone HawkOne fine day during the World War a lone AmericanWar plan soared high above the war scarred land below. As it sped on, its pilot spotted an enemy plan andsoon began to go higher. He recognized the German pilot as the greatest Ace of Aces. The American plan flewdown and shot many bullets into the German’s cockpit.The battle raged on until at last the American shot theGerman down. The victory was won. The American Acefelt that a day’s work was done.School No. 8Henry PuattanderA Prize WinnerOn the corner of Walden Avenue and Burgard Place, Isaw a very interesting sight. The big house was all lighted up, but I liked the yard best.There was a tree, all trimmed and lighted. It wentaround in a circle. Near it, a lighted airplane flew about.Santa Claus sat in a sleigh filled with toys and drawn byreindeers. These were real ones that had been stuffed.The lights on this went on and off. When they were on,Santa’s eyes were blue.He seemed to be on his way to a small lighted house,in which were dalls for people, and a small lighted tree,A book of Short Storieswaiting for his coming.At the top of a large tree in the yard was a large lighted star. A stuffed monkey was trying to climb this tree.In a ring were two squirrels having a boxing match tosee which would win a nut. About the yard were dogswhose eyes lighted up. A large owl kept blinking up ina tree.We thout it was a very pretty sight, and were veryglad when we heard that Adam Smith, the owner, hadwon first prize in our neighborhood which was fiftydollars. I think the crowds of people who came to see itevery night must have been glad too.School No. 9Ruth Mallon and Florence OgorekSheep, Autumn“Sheep, Autumn”, was painted by a Dutch artistwhose name was Anton Maure. A weary white-hairedfarmer is returning home from the hills where he hasbeen watching his flock of sheep. In his right arm he hasa baby lamb. He holds a crooked stick in his left arm.Running along beside the shepherd is a brave helpfuldog. The tired lambs trudge along behind because theycan’t keep up with the others. I think this picture is veryinteresting because it shows a shepherd in Holland.Jack EdwardsSchool No. 13The Adventures of Tom SawyerEdgar SmallThe heroes of this story by Mark Twain are Tom Saw-bookofshortstories.com

7By Fifth Grade Pupilsyer and Huckleberry Finn.Tome and Huck were treasure hunting. They decided to try the haunted house first. Upon entering theycrept upstairs to explore. They went into a closet whichpromised mystery. But the promise was a fraud -- therwas nothin in it. The wer about to go down stairs when---“Sh ! --- There !---Hear it?”“Yes!---Oh, my ! Let’s run!”“Keep still! Don’t budge they’re coming toward thedoor.”The boys stretched themselves upon the floor withtheir eyes glued to knot-holes in the planking, and laywaiting in misery and fear for the worst to happen. Ifyou would like to know the outcome of this incidentread, “The Adventures of Tom Sawyer”, by Mark Twain.School No. 15Edgar SmallWhy The Owl Flies At NightLong, long ago when the earth was young, there wasno fire on the earth. A little wren offered to go to thesun and get some. He returned in a short time with a firegrand in his beak, but his breast was badly scorched. Akind robin proposed that all the other birds should givethe wren a feather. All offered to do this except the owl.Since the owl was so selfish the other birds became hisenemies. So the owl has never dared to fly in the daytime since.School No. 16Jack SeversonA book of Short StoriesPicknickingSome of the best times we have in the summer arewhen we have picnics. We pack a lunch basket and getinto the car and off we go. After a while we stop at apark and get out. We look around and find a nice placewith an open fireplace. Daddy starts a fire and puts thewieners on the grate. After the wieners are down weput them inside of rolls. Everything tasts so good whatwe want to eat and eat. After we are thru eating wepack our basket and get into the car and have a lovelyride home.School No. 17Carol SchaalDaniel BooneDaniel Boone was the leader of the early pioneers. hewas born in Pennsylvania in the year 1735. BOone livedat the same time that Washington did. When he was aboy he tried to live like the savages because he loved theout of doors. When he was eighteen years old he went tolive in Kentucky. He enjoyed the freedom of the wilderness. Though he lived a wild, rough life, he was kind toeverybody. Boone was a great and clever hunter. Beforethe Revolution, he pushed over the wall of the Appalachian Highlands. After this daring crossing, other people had the courage to cross this barrier too. These bravepioneers opened up the rich lands of the Middle Westin Kentucky. Boone built a fort to protect the territoryfrom the attacks of the Indians. Once Boone was cap-bookofshortstories.com

8By Fifth Grade Pupilstured by the Indians and was adopted by a squaw whohad lost her son. He pretended to like the Indians’ wayof living. He remained with them a long time. he finallysucceeded in escaping from them. After many dangerous adventures beyond the frontier, he diat at the age ofeighty-five in the year 1820.School No. 19Robert KoenThe Story of FireMany, many years ago people did not have warm, cosyhouses like ours to live in. They lived in caves where itwas both dark and cold. Once when a great storm wasraging a tree was struck by lightning and the flash set iton fire. It happened to fall near a cave where some of thecave people were hiding. They were frightened at firstand huddled in a group. After the storm was over theyventured out to look at the burning tree. One of themtook a burning branch and brought it into the cave.They discovered that it made the cave both warm andlight. They wanted the fire to keep on burning so theyfed it with sticks and dry leaves. From this time on firebecame a great blessing to man.School No. 21Ida WolchokA book of Short Storieshis head. We lifted him gently out of his box. The nextthing was to try him on his feet. He could scarcely standup. He was only a week and a half old. In about threedays he could walk. Now we let him out. In a day or sohe seemed to like it better out than in. One afternoon Itook him out for a run and he ran away. I went to bedthat night very sad. And in the morning I woke up andfound him barking at the side door.School No. 22Raymond SaarCottonCotton is raised in the southern part of the UnitedStates. It requires plenty of rain, seven months growing season, rich soil, and a warm climate. Negroes workfor the owners of the cotton plantation. Before the cotton gin was invented by Eli Whitney the negroes had topick the seeds out of the cotton by hand. In 1916 the cotton boll weevil destroyed twenty-five million dollarsworth of cotton, so now many of the plantation owners raise vegetables instead. The cotton seed oil is madeinto soap and salad oil. The United States raises morecotton than any other country in the world. I would liketo see a cotton plantation.School No. 25Milton GaiserTippyMy dog’s name is Tippy. He is a little white fox terrier.I can remember the first day we received him. He camein a black box and the only thing that was exposed wasA Fishing TripOne nice day last summer my father and I decided togo fishing. We left early in the morning, crossing overbookofshortstories.com

9By Fifth Grade PupilsNiagara River on the ferry.We stopped at a fisherman’s shanty on the river andbought a pail of minnows. With these, our fishingtackle and lunch, we started up the river to an old shipyard. The docks and ships were falling apart. The fishlike to stay around the old piling and sunken ships. Wefished for a while but caught nothing. Then I wanderedaround into different spots. Finally I dropped my lineright into a school of perch. I called my father and hecame running. Between us we caught over thirty perchin less than a half hour. Of course my father caught themost. In the excitement the lunch blew into the river, aswe had just about started to eat when I found the schoolof fish. The sea gulls happened to be very plentiful atthis point. Soon they ate the lunch, we ate the fish andeverybody was happy.School No. 23Douglas SchnorrSheep In SpringThe artist of this painting is a native of The Netherlands. His name is Anton Mauve. In this picture he istrying to describe his native land. The picture shows ashepherd tending his flock of sheep. His faithful pal, thedog, is standing at his side.The sheep are grazing in a quiet, peaceful meadowwhich has a tiny brook rippling over some pebbles.There is also a winding path guarded by tall soldier-liketrees which lead to a farm house that is nestled downamong the trees and bushes. This is probably the homeA book of Short Storiesof the shepherd. This place is so cozy and peaceful thatI wish I lived there.School No. 24Virginia CummingsRiding on a CloudOne stormy December afternoon very near Christmas,I lay in bed ill.All of a sudden I saw a big cloud outsidemy window puffing away. It asked me if I wanted to paySanta Claus a visit. I made haste getting on the cloud,and we floated along swiftly till we came to Santa’s IcePalace. There we saw many little elves working busily,and of course we saw Santa Claus and his wife, Mrs.Santa Claus. Now Mrs. Santa Claus was just bringing alovely big dinner for Mr. and Mrs. Santa Claus and myself, when she dropped the tray with a big “bang”. ButI awoke only to find my mother brining me my dinner.She had just dropped my glass of milk.School No. 26Beatrice MaceA ScareOne night last week about midnight, when we wereall in bed, there came a rap on the door. My father gotup to see what it was. He opened the door and lookedall around but couldn’t see anything. My sister’s pocketbook lay on the table.All of a sudden the rap came on the back door. My father went to see who it was. When he got there nobodywas there. So he closed and locked the door. He went inbookofshortstories.com

10By Fifth Grade Pupilsto lock the front door. To his horror he found the doorwide open and my sister’s purse gone.The next morning we heard about three other robberies around the town. About a month later they found themen who did it. They were arrested and sent to prison.School No. 27Louis SchroederOur Sand TableDuring our study of geography in the South AtlanticStates we built a sand table describing a cotton plantation. On our sand table we have a grinning house, atrain load of cotton that is to be taken away, and pickers with bags of cotton on their backs. One of the pickers has the cotton she picked in a basket weighing it.We have a road running through the cotton plantation.On the road there is a truck on its way to the grinninghouse. Our sand table has helped to make the study ofcotton more interesting.School No. 28Georgia WestAn Explorer of the Gobi DesertDr. Roy Andrews and his party of forty men havetraveled in a great caravan, of seven automobiles andone hundred twenty-five camels, into the Gobi Desert ofChina. The are searching for skeletons of men and animals that are supposed to have lived millions of yearsago. They are examining the rocky places and diggingdeeply into the sand for relics.A book of Short StoriesFirst the explorers found bits of jewelry that weremade of ostrich egg shells. There were holes in the shellswhere they had been fastened together.Soon after this the party discovered dinosaur eggsin a ledge of rock. Those eggs were the first ones thathad ever been found although the skeletons of dinosaurshave been discovered in many parts of the world. Todayyou may see this ledge of rock containing the eggs in themuseum in New York City.Lately they discovered the skull and bones of thelargest animals that lived. These bones were sent tothe New York museum, too. since there was no pictureof this strange beast called the baluchiterium, it was apuzzle to match and fit the bones together. When it wasfinished it looked like an elephant without a trunk. It islike a giraffe without a long neck. It is like each one andyet it is very different.Although Dr. Andrews has not found the skeletons ofmen his work is very valuable for he thinks that he hasfound the place where the oldest race in the world oncelived.School No. 29Robert RoganThe Coming of the White ManThe picture “The Coming of the White Man” waspainted by George Reid. He was born on a farm in Canada. He liked to paint colorful pictures. When he grewup his father sent him to a university to study.In this picture we see some Indians who have fled intobookofshortstories.com

11By Fifth Grade Pupilsthe woods. They are staring at some ships in the distance. They think these are birds from heaven becausethey have never seen any boats except their canoes.I like this picture because it is so colorful and becauseof the story it tells.School No. 30Robert BaxterThe Parson and the ClerkThere was once a parson who was such a tyrant thatwhenever he met anyone on the road he would cry out,“Out of my way!”One day it happened that he met the king on the roadand he did not recognize him. He called out as usual,“Out of my way!” But the king kept on and it was theparson who had to turn his horse.“Come to see me tomorrow,” called the king. “If youcan not answer three questions I will ask you, you willlose your position as parson.”“Well,” thought the parson, “all this is fine except Ican’t answer any questions. I’ll get the clerk to go in myplace.”The following morning he sent his clerk to the king.When the clerk appeared the king said, “Well, I seeyou’re here.”“Yes, sire,” answered the clerk.“Tell me, said the king,” how far is the east from thewest?”“Just a day’s journey,” replied the clerk.“How is that?”A book of Short Stories“Well, the sun rises in the east and sets in the westand he makes the journey nicely in one day.”“Tell me how much do you think I am worth as I standhere before you?” asked the king.“Our Lord was worth thirty pieces of silver,” answered the clerk, “so I couldn’t price you any higherthan twenty-nine.”“Well done,” exclaimed the king, “but can you tell mewhat I am thinking of now?”“You’re thinking the parson stands before you, butyou are mistaken, sire, because I am only the clerk.”“Well then, go home abe be you parson and let himbe clerk.”And so it ended.School No. 32Grace SchallowhornAce HighThere once was an aviator who was called Ace High.He was called Ace High because he won cups and medals for records and tricks that no other aviator couldperform. When the World War broke out he went asan aviator. One day five American aviators went out andmet with a German airship. Ace High was one of thefive to fight with the German airship. Ace High’s partner was killed. Consequently he drove and took chargeof the machine gun. After one hour of fighting with theenemy Ace High wa the only one left. The men in theairship shot their machine guns at him but could nothit him because he did tricks. Ace High tried to get onbookofshortstories.com

12By Fifth Grade Pupilstop of the airship so he could drop a bomb on it but every time he tried the airship would go up higher. Therewere twenty-five men in the airship and Ace high shotsix of them. One of the men in the airship shot ace highin the shoulder but he didn’t give up. Ace High foughtand fought and fought. At last he got on top of the airship and dropped a bomb on it and the German airshipwent down in flames. Ace High went back to quartersand told his story. he received a medal for what he haddone. When the war was over he went home to his parents and told about the fight he was in. He received seven medals during the war. The people then called him“The Hero of the Air.”School No. 31Benny BuchbergThe Young WoodchopperIt was the last day of school and four boys were walking home. Their names were Time, Jack, Bill and Joe.Time said, “Let’s go fishing Wednesday if it’s a nice day.”So all boys agreed. Then they went home.Jack’s mother said, “Jack please go to the store forme.”Jack pouted and said, “Let sister go.” So his sisterwent.On Wednesday Jack was just leaving the house whenhis mother said, “Where are you going, Jack?”Jack answered, “I am going fishing with the boys.”Jack’s father said, “No, you disobeyed your motheryesterday, so go out into the back yard and chop all theA book of Short Storieswood in the pile.”Just then the boys came along and said, “Come on,Jack, we are going fishing.” Jack did not answer but hejust looked at them.Jack’s dog looked up as if to say, “Do not go Jack, youwould be disobeying your parents.” Jack did not go. Thatevening the boys came home and Tim had fallen into thepond and had gotten all wet, but Jack was glad he didnot go because he might have fallen in the water too.School No. 33Jemima MoyleOrigin of RiversLong, long ago there weren’t any rivers. One day thefairy folk were playing on a mountain atop. They weredigging a hold and a fountain sprang out of it. The waterflowed down the side of the mountain until it reachedthe valley below and formed a river. Ever since the wehave rivers.School No. 36Rosaria ZizzoWhy the Fir Tree is EvergreenLong, long ago there was a fir tree which was alwaysunhappy because it could not keep its needles. A flockof birds was flying south. One little bird broke it’s [sic]wing and could not go any farther. It asked the poplartree for help, but it refused. It asked the elm tree, but itrefused. So it went to the fir tree and it said, “Yes, I willtake care of you.” Mother Nature heard of this. She wentbookofshortstories.com

13By Fifth Grade Pupilsto the fir tree and gave it one wish. It wished it couldkeep its needles all year round. That is why the fir treehas its needles all the year round.School No. 46James BeamJack and the Sugar CaneJack Frost was tired and discouraged. For years hehad stood like a tin soldier on the side of a blue boxholding a tablet in his arms and smiling, smiling all thetime. It began to be harder and harder to smile and thetabled seemed ever so heavy.Finally Jack thought of a plan. he would get histwin brother, who looked like him, to take his job for amonth. After all, he reasoned, when you’re a trade-markyou ought to know all about the thing you represent.So the next morning a boat left with Jack aboard.Soon they landed in Havana, Cuba and Jack stepped offthe boat. He did not stay in the city of Havana, though itwas very interesting and modern, but drove quickly outinto the open country. There he found, as far as he couldlook, acres and acres of sugar cane. Some of the sugarcane reached as high as twelve feet in the air. When hewalked into the fields Jack saw that the sugar can wassomething like bamboo, with joints up and down thestalk and wide grass-like leaves and feathery flowersall up at the top. The dark natives dressed in loose garments and big sun hats walked through the rows in theblazing sun, cutting the canes with a very sharp knifecalled a machete. Then they loaded the canes on an openA book of Short Storiescart drawn by oxen.Finally they reached the sugar mill or central, as itis called, and drove into a big yard. In the mill a verynice man who seemed to be the mill superintendentexplained what happened to the sugar cane. First, thecanes were crushed between great rollers and all thejuice squeezed out. Then this juice was chemicallytreated with lime and then heated, with the result thatthe dirt and straw and other impurities went to the bottom of the tanks and the pure cane juice came to thetop. The third step was to syphon the pure juice off intoanother tank. It was so thin it looked just like coloredwater to Jack. He watched them apply heat to these bigclosed tanks and gradually this thin fluid turned to asyrup.The syrup was then run into what was called vacuumpans with heated copper coils in them. As it came outof the pans it was a sticky substance with tiny granulesall through it, and the man explained that the granuleswere really sugar floating around in molasses. The nextstep was to get it separated from the molasses, and thiswas done in great round drums which spun around at aterrific speed so that the

2 By Fi Fth Grade PuPils a Book o short tories bookofshortstories.com the New City hall the new City hall was started in 1929 and will be finished in 1932. The City Hall is thirty two stories high. how i like to watch the men at work! i like to watch the elevator carry the me