More glimpses into Mormon child life from their artwork and writings in the “Children’s Budget Box” of the 1919 Juvenile Instructor:
Camilla Hinton, age 10, Hurricane, Utah
The Greatest Gift
“Only one more week and we sail for France.” It was Bob Jarvis that spoke.
There were twelve men around the table in the Y.M.C.A. in New York.
“Great, I am just longing to get a shot at Fritz. Oh, boy!” came from one of the listeners.
“Maybe Fritz is also longing to get a shot at you,” replied Bob; this was followed by laughter.
“Corporal – May I speak to you?” said Sergeant Hone suddenly appearing in the door way. Bob saluted and followed the sergeant outside.
“We have had orders,” said Hone, “to leave tonight for France and you are to get your men ready to leave on the next ship.”
“Yes, sir,” Bob gasped, saluted and was gone.
“Great news, boys,” exclaimed bob, rushing in upon the boys, “we sail for France tonight; go get all your things packed and be ready to go on the next ship.”
“Won’t that be jolly,” said Private West; “I have always wanted –” His sentence was cut short by Corporal Jarvis. “Don’t stand all night talking. We haven’t any time to lose.” The boys separated to pack their things and to try to look sober.
Half an hour later they were marching toward the dock, under cover of darkness.
“Off at last,” said Bob, when the ship was well under way.
A week or so later the ship reached France. The boys were welcomed by cheers, and flags, etc., by the French soldiers and civilians.
Two months had passed since our American boys had reached France.
Bob came into the Y.M.C.A. hut somewhere in France, very much excited. “Boys, we are ordered to the front,” he said.
“To the front,” they all echoed.
“Yes, we start tomorrow.”
A week or so later there was a heavy charge on the Germans. It was during this drive that Bob was severely wounded while saving a wounded comrade, in No Man’s Land. They were rushed to the dressing station and then to the field hospital and then to the base hospital where their wounds were given a final dressing.
“Nurse,” Bob said, feeling himself growing weaker. “Come here, I want to ask you something, before I ‘go West.’ Do you think I have done enough for my country?”
“Yes,” she said, “you are giving your life for your country and friend, greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for a friend.”
Bob then closed his eyes, to sleep till the resurrection morn to rise with the heroes who gave their lives for their country.
– E. Roxie Peterson, age 13, Salt Lake City, Utah
Little Helen had come from Belgium and many things in America were new and strange. One day, in kindergarten, another child had cinnamon-bread sandwiches and she divided with Helen. Soon the teacher discovered that Helen had wrapped her piece of sandwich in paper and was going to put it into the waste-basket.
Don’t you like it, Helen?” she asked.
Helen shook her head. “My mother doesn’t put dirt on her bread,” she said.
The teacher smiled and explained that the “dirt” was cinnamon and very good to eat, although it did look like sand. So Helen tasted it, and when the teacher looked again every crumb was gone.
– Inez Ott, age 10, Payson, Utah
“An Egyptian Prince” – Malena Johnson, age 14, Cowley, Wyoming
The Juvenile Instructor
There’s a dear little book
We all love to read.
It gives us good counsel
We all ought to heed.
There’s good reading for young
As well as for old,
And to me it’s the very
Best book that is sold.
Now, who can guess this book so great?
There is none worthy to be its mate.
Now think of a book of such great worth.
The Juvenile Instructor, the best on earth.
– Ruth Meredith Ellsworth, age 11, Chicago, Illinois
A Happy Family
Dear Little Readers:
I am so happy tonight, I want to tell you about it. We are seven in our family – papa, mama, a big sister, a little brother, and little twin sisters, ten months old. Eda and Ina are their names. They are such good babies. I am happy to think we missed the “flu.” So many little boys and girls lost their papas and mamas this winter. May the Lord bless them and make them happy again, is my constant prayer.
Your little friend.
– Iola Hickman, age 8, Bicknell, Utah
“Oh, My!” – Amy Dean, age 14, Salt Lake City, Utah
My Orphan Cat
As we were going home one dark night this summer a kitten jumped out of some weeds and followed us. Thinking it was our neighbor’s cat we paid no attention to it, but in the morning we found that it was black and the cat next door was grey, so we took it and fed it and when we moved brought it with us on the car.
It must have been kicked about before it came to us for it is afraid of visitors or noises and hides away until all is quiet.
It has had two fits. I guess it was because we played with it too hard after it had eaten.
It has the cutest little face and baby voice. I have given it a bath and one day dressed it up in my doll’s clothes. It went running all over and then laid down and bit at the clothes until they fell off.
It has been out to meet the other cats and got into a fight or two and has been out all night. I scold when it does these things so I guess it will soon learn better.
– Alice Brinton, age 12, Salt Lake City, Utah
I will say good-by to the Budget,
This week I will be seventeen.
A line so you’ll know how I love it;
Before I pass over sixteen.
Good stories, and poems, and drawings,
Each to be found on your page –
Every month for you I am watching.
Oh, it is great to be Budget Box age.
Obedience, bravery, and courage,
Are some of the things you teach.
They’ll help us along life’s voyage,
There’s something to benefit each.
My friends, I will now say good-bye,
Success to you all, every one.
To win in life’s battle I’ll try,
I’ll strive till the victory’s won.
– Lea Porter, age 16, Hatch, Utah