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KIDS W ORLD cumberlink.com/kidsworld Copy Editor Sarah Smith • [email protected] Tuesday, October 22, 2012 The Sentinel D1 Tell Me A Story Kids Speak Out W ANT T O SEE Y OUR NAME HERE? Hey, kids! How would you like to get your story published in Kids Speak Out? Just write a short story on one of our prompts and send it to The Sentinel. You can also draw a picture to go with your story. Each week, The Sentinel will publish some of the stories we receive in KidsWorld and on www.cumberlink. com. Only the top three essay writers, published on this page, will receive KidsWorld T-shirts. To claim T-shirts, visit The Sentinel during normal business hours. You must be 5 to 13 years old to enter. Stories must be 150 words or less. Be sure to include your full name, age, address, school and grade. Mail your entry to “Kids Speak Out,” The Sentinel, 457 E. North St., Carlisle, PA 17013, drop it off at either Sentinel office or mail it to [email protected] with the subject “Kid- sWorld.” How you can get involved with Kids Speak Out Upcoming Topics Due Oct. 26 My favorite Halloween costume is... Due Nov. 2 I sat down for dinner when... Due Nov. 9 If I could see through walls, I... Due Nov. 16 I’m most thankful for... Due Nov. 23 If I was a turkey, I... ADAPTED BY AMY FRIEDMAN ILLUSTRATED BY JILLIAN GILLILAN Once upon a time six noble knights fought the ogres of Japan. They were brave and strong, and before long all the ogres were destroyed. The people celebrated, for ogres had long haunted their cities and towns. For a while all was peaceful. And then one evening at twilight, a young woman walked past the Gates of Rashomon, outside the city of Kyoto. That was the last time anyone ever saw her. The next day a young man vanished from that spot at twilight, and the next day a child disappeared at the same time. Word spread that an ogre haunted the Gates of Rashomon. “The ogre eats his victims,” the people said. Soon no one would walk past the Gates of Rashomon after sunset, and once again the people whispered with trembling voices, “An ogre is in our midst!” The six knights were eating supper when they learned the news. Watanabe, one of the knights, simply laughed. “Nonsense,” he said. “There can be no ogre at the Gates of Rashomon. We have killed all the ogres of Japan.” The others were not so certain. “There may be another ogre,” Raiko said. “After all, people have disappeared. If you truly believe there is no ogre, you will go to the Gates of Rashomon to see for yourself, Watanabe.” Watanabe was proud and did not want his comrades to believe he was afraid. “I shall go,” he said. He dressed in his suit of armor and buckled on his sword. Then he turned to his fellow knights. “Give me something to prove that I have been to the gates,” he said. Raiko brought a roll of writing paper, some ink and brush- es to the table, and each of the other five knights wrote his name on this paper. Raiko handed the paper to Watanabe and said, “Leave this on the gates. Tomorrow we shall go to see if it is there, and if it is, we shall know that you have been brave enough to conquer the ogre of Rashomon.” Watanabe took the paper and set off toward the gates. The night was dark, as thick clouds blanketed the stars. Wata- nabe shivered. The night was cool, and he could see that a storm was brewing. Any ordinary man would have gone home, but Watanabe rode on into the driving rain. After several hours, he reached the gates. Watanabe saw no one and heard only the rain and wind. He dismounted his horse, attached the paper with his com- rades’ names to the gates and turned to ride home. But just as he was ready to ride, a voice called, “Watanabe, I want to see you.” Watanabe called into the darkness. “Who speaks?” He squinted, trying to see a figure. He thrust his hand this way and that, and touched something the size of a tree trunk, with the feel of a hairy beast. He knew this must be the ogre’s arm. He looked up. Sure enough, the ogre stood before him, as tall as the gates themselves. His eyes were shiny and opaque, like mirrors, and from his mouth flames as red as blood shot forth. For hours knight and ogre fought with all their strength, but at last the ogre realized he could not frighten the knight, and he staggered away into the forest, severely wounded. Watanabe mounted his horse and chased after him, but the ogre was not to be found. Just before dawn, he returned to the Gates of Rashomon. There, in the dawn’s light, he saw the ogre’s arm. So pleased was he with proof of his suc- cess that he carried the arm home with him. There, he built a box of teakwood banded with iron, and in it he kept the ogre’s arm. The people of Kyoto were overjoyed. Once again they felt safe and peaceful, and they honored Watanabe as their hero. One year later, Watanabe heard a knock on his door and a gentle voice calling, “Please, let me in.” When the servant opened the door, he saw a respectable old woman. “I’m a nurse,” she said. “I nursed the master of this house when he was but a child. I hoped to see him one last time before I die. I am so proud of him.” The servant led her to Watanabe, and when the old wom- an saw the great warrior, she smiled and touched his hands. “Is it true you cut off the ogre’s arm?” she asked. “I had hoped I might see such a treasure.” “You may not,” Watanabe said. “Ogres are vengeful crea- tures, and if I open that box, the ogre could appear to take it back.” “But Watanabe, I am your old nurse, and oh, how I wish to see such a treasure.” Still Watanabe refused, but the woman begged and wept. Overcome with pity for her, Watanabe took her to his room and closed the door. He slid the box from its hiding place in the wall and held it open for her. She stood over the box for a moment. And then, she plunged her own thin, withered arm inside and grabbed the giant, hairy arm. “I’ve got my arm back!” she cried, and she was transformed in that moment into the terrible ogre. In a flash, Watanabe attacked the ogre again. They fought for hours, but at last the ogre, seeing he would never over- come this knight, burst through the roof and disappeared into the mist and clouds. Watanabe smiled. He knew now the ogre would never re- turn, for he was terrified -- not of Watanabe’s strength, but of his courage. The ogre never did return, and the people of Kyoto always gave thanks to the brave knight who saved their city. A Japanese tale The ogre’s arm I l st a butt n when “I lost a button when everything went wrong. My pants fell down five stinkin’ times.” Jonah Miller, 10 (WINNER) Fourth grade Fishing Creek Elementary “I lost a button when it rolled out the door. It rolled on the sidewalk and the next day, it was in Texas! One year later, we moved to Texas and we found it! I love adventures with buttons. It was crazy!” David Horton-Sibble, 7 (WINNER) Grade 2B St. Patrick School “I lost a button when it rolled under the bed and into a mouse hole. The mouse thought it was cheese, so he ate it. He spit it out knowing it was not cheese and ran away. Another mouse came and thought it was a cat so it said, ‘Go away, Mr. Cat.’ The button didn’t go anywhere so the mouse ran away. Next came Papa Mouse and kicked the button out and said ‘Don’t come back ever again.’ Then the button rolled into the kitchen. Then somebody picked it up and threw it outside. That was the end of the button. The end.” Leah Cummings, 8 (WINNER) Grade 2B St. Patrick School “I lost a button when a giant lion came and had it in its mouth. I went into his mouth and I got it, and I came out and put it back on my dress.” Kaelyn Davis, 9 Fourth grade Fishing Creek Elementary “I lost my button when a dog that was my neighbor’s bit me. I ran in my house and went to my room to put my coat away. When I was unbuttoning my coat, I saw a but- ton was missing. I ran to my neighbor’s yard and searched and searched until I finally found it and then my neighbors dog ran out and chased me home and we lived happily ever after.” Jennifer Wewer, 9 Fourth grade Carroll Elementary “I lost a button when I saw a button growing wider and wider and wider. It was my button! Then there was a tiny people city on the button. I walked in the city and every- body ran away except one girl. Her name was Thumbe- lina. She asked me if I would take her on an adventure so I bought her a plane ticket to Paris. When she got back, she said that she saw the Eiffel Tower and bought two Eiffel Tower necklaces. She gave me one. I wear it all the time. Whenever I look at it, I remember Button City. The end.” Erin Morrow, 7 Grade 2B St. Patrick School “I lost a button when I was on a hike and I slipped on a rock. I fell in the creek and a snapping turtle came up and snapped off my button.” Emily Rose, 5 Kindergarten LeTort Elementary “I lost a button when it was on my jumper. It flew and it accidentally hit Emily’s face. She cried and cried. I said sorry and she forgave me but she still had to go to the nurse’s office.” Casey Huss, 7 Grade 2B St. Patrick School “I lost a button when I met a peanut named Sherman. We were best friends until we were on an air plane. He was walking to the bathroom when a fat guy ate him.” Tony Gary, 9 Fourth grade Fishing Creek Elementary “I lost a button when a tornado formed. The wind was so strong, it pulled my button right off. That’s how I lost my button.” Kellen Waltman, 9 Fourth grade Fishing Creek Elementary “I lost a button by falling down a huge tree. And it fell off and I was trying to find it all day long. Now I found it. I passed it all day.” Carlos Ramirez, 9 Fourth grade Fishing Creek Elementary “I lost a button when a ghost chased me. It was a dark spooky night. I was walking home by myself. All of a sud- den, I heard a scary noise. I slowly, slowly turned around and saw a ghost. I screamed and ran home as fast as I could. When I got home, I went to bed. The next day when I got up and put on my coat, I noticed a button was miss- ing. So I went outside to look for it a little while. When it was night time, I went outside a little later to continue to look for my button. I finally found my button and we lived happily ever after.” Mykala, 8 “I lost a button when I sat at the table for breakfast and my mom said to button my shirt, so I looked at my shirt and ran out the door and there it was rolling on the street so I ran out the door, jumped over a car and chased that button. But then that button went in the lake and I jumped into the lake, held my breath and followed that button un- der the water. But then a turtle swallowed it and I grabbed that turtle and went to shore and hit that turtle. It kind of pooped it out on me. But then the button rolled away again so I chased it and it rolled into a zoo and an ostrich swallowed it, too. I said, ‘Oh no!’ I told the zoo keeper and the ostrich’s head turned blue. It choked. The zoo keeper patted it and it burped it out. I asked the gorilla why the ostrich swallowed the button and he said ‘Don’t know’ and I asked ‘Why are you talking?’ He said, ‘Why should I tell you?’ I said ‘What?’ and I said ‘Just tell me.’ ‘Well,’ he said, ‘it’s because I don’t know!’ Yep. The end.” Shemiah Ramitt Second grade Belaire Elementary

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Copy Editor Sarah Smith • [email protected]

Tuesday, October 22, 2012 The Sentinel • D1

Tell Me A StoryKids Speak Out

Want to See Your name Here?Hey, kids! How would you like to get your story published

in Kids Speak Out? Just write a short story on one of our prompts and send it to The Sentinel. You can also draw a picture to go with your story. Each week, The Sentinel will publish some of the stories we receive in KidsWorld and on www.cumberlink.com. Only the top three essay writers, published on this page, will receive KidsWorld T-shirts. To claim T-shirts, visit The Sentinel during normal business hours.

You must be 5 to 13 years old to enter. Stories must be 150 words or less. Be sure to include your full name, age, address, school and grade. Mail your entry to “Kids Speak Out,” The Sentinel, 457 E. North St., Carlisle, PA 17013, drop it off at either Sentinel office or mail it to [email protected] with the subject “Kid-sWorld.”

How you can get involved with Kids Speak OutUpcoming Topics

Due Oct. 26My favorite Halloween costume is...

Due Nov. 2I sat down for dinner when...

Due Nov. 9If I could see through walls, I...

Due Nov. 16I’m most thankful for...

Due Nov. 23If I was a turkey, I...

ADApTeD by Amy FrieDmAN illUsTrATeD by JilliAN GillilAN

Once upon a time six noble knights fought the ogres of Japan. They were brave and strong, and before long all the ogres were destroyed. The people celebrated, for ogres had long haunted their cities and towns.

For a while all was peaceful.And then one evening at twilight, a young woman walked

past the Gates of Rashomon, outside the city of Kyoto. That was the last time anyone ever saw her. The next day a young man vanished from that spot at twilight, and the next day a child disappeared at the same time.

Word spread that an ogre haunted the Gates of Rashomon. “The ogre eats his victims,” the people said. Soon no one would walk past the Gates of Rashomon after sunset, and once again the people whispered with trembling voices, “An ogre is in our midst!”

The six knights were eating supper when they learned the news. Watanabe, one of the knights, simply laughed. “Nonsense,” he said. “There can be no ogre at the Gates of Rashomon. We have killed all the ogres of Japan.”

The others were not so certain. “There may be another ogre,” Raiko said. “After all, people have disappeared. If you truly believe there is no ogre, you will go to the Gates of Rashomon to see for yourself, Watanabe.”

Watanabe was proud and did not want his comrades to believe he was afraid. “I shall go,” he said.

He dressed in his suit of armor and buckled on his sword. Then he turned to his fellow knights. “Give me something to prove that I have been to the gates,” he said.

Raiko brought a roll of writing paper, some ink and brush-es to the table, and each of the other five knights wrote his name on this paper. Raiko handed the paper to Watanabe and said, “Leave this on the gates. Tomorrow we shall go to see if it is there, and if it is, we shall know that you have been brave enough to conquer the ogre of Rashomon.”

Watanabe took the paper and set off toward the gates. The night was dark, as thick clouds blanketed the stars. Wata-nabe shivered. The night was cool, and he could see that a storm was brewing. Any ordinary man would have gone home, but Watanabe rode on into the driving rain. After several hours, he reached the gates.

Watanabe saw no one and heard only the rain and wind. He dismounted his horse, attached the paper with his com-rades’ names to the gates and turned to ride home. But just as he was ready to ride, a voice called, “Watanabe, I want to see you.”

Watanabe called into the darkness. “Who speaks?” He squinted, trying to see a figure. He thrust his hand this way and that, and touched something the size of a tree trunk, with the feel of a hairy beast. He knew this must be the ogre’s arm.

He looked up. Sure enough, the ogre stood before him, as tall as the gates themselves. His eyes were shiny and opaque, like mirrors, and from his mouth flames as red as blood shot forth.

For hours knight and ogre fought with all their strength, but at last the ogre realized he could not frighten the knight, and he staggered away into the forest, severely wounded.

Watanabe mounted his horse and chased after him, but the ogre was not to be found. Just before dawn, he returned to the Gates of Rashomon. There, in the dawn’s light, he saw the ogre’s arm. So pleased was he with proof of his suc-cess that he carried the arm home with him. There, he built a box of teakwood banded with iron, and in it he kept the ogre’s arm.

The people of Kyoto were overjoyed. Once again they felt safe and peaceful, and they honored Watanabe as their hero.

One year later, Watanabe heard a knock on his door and a gentle voice calling, “Please, let me in.”

When the servant opened the door, he saw a respectable old woman. “I’m a nurse,” she said. “I nursed the master of this house when he was but a child. I hoped to see him one last time before I die. I am so proud of him.”

The servant led her to Watanabe, and when the old wom-an saw the great warrior, she smiled and touched his hands. “Is it true you cut off the ogre’s arm?” she asked. “I had hoped I might see such a treasure.”

“You may not,” Watanabe said. “Ogres are vengeful crea-tures, and if I open that box, the ogre could appear to take it back.”

“But Watanabe, I am your old nurse, and oh, how I wish to see such a treasure.”

Still Watanabe refused, but the woman begged and wept. Overcome with pity for her, Watanabe took her to his room and closed the door. He slid the box from its hiding place in the wall and held it open for her. She stood over the box for a moment.

And then, she plunged her own thin, withered arm inside and grabbed the giant, hairy arm. “I’ve got my arm back!” she cried, and she was transformed in that moment into the terrible ogre.

In a flash, Watanabe attacked the ogre again. They fought for hours, but at last the ogre, seeing he would never over-come this knight, burst through the roof and disappeared into the mist and clouds.

Watanabe smiled. He knew now the ogre would never re-turn, for he was terrified -- not of Watanabe’s strength, but of his courage.

The ogre never did return, and the people of Kyoto always gave thanks to the brave knight who saved their city.

A Japanese tale

The ogre’s armI l st a butt n

when “I lost a button when everything went wrong. My pants

fell down five stinkin’ times.”Jonah Miller, 10 (WINNER)

Fourth gradeFishing Creek Elementary

“I lost a button when it rolled out the door. It rolled on the sidewalk and the next day, it was in Texas! One year later,

we moved to Texas and we found it! I love adventures with buttons. It was crazy!”

David Horton-Sibble, 7 (WINNER)Grade 2B

St. Patrick School

“I lost a button when it rolled under the bed and into a mouse hole. The mouse thought it was cheese, so he ate it. He spit it out knowing it was not cheese and ran away. Another mouse came and thought it was a cat so it said,

‘Go away, Mr. Cat.’ The button didn’t go anywhere so the mouse ran away. Next came Papa Mouse and kicked the

button out and said ‘Don’t come back ever again.’ Then the button rolled into the kitchen. Then somebody picked it up and threw it outside. That was the end of the button.

The end.”Leah Cummings, 8 (WINNER)

Grade 2BSt. Patrick School

“I lost a button when a giant lion came and had it in its mouth. I went into his mouth and I got it, and I came out

and put it back on my dress.”Kaelyn Davis, 9

Fourth gradeFishing Creek Elementary

“I lost my button when a dog that was my neighbor’s bit me. I ran in my house and went to my room to put my coat away. When I was unbuttoning my coat, I saw a but-ton was missing. I ran to my neighbor’s yard and searched and searched until I finally found it and then my neighbors dog ran out and chased me home and we lived happily ever

after.”Jennifer Wewer, 9

Fourth gradeCarroll Elementary

“I lost a button when I saw a button growing wider and

wider and wider. It was my button! Then there was a tiny people city on the button. I walked in the city and every-body ran away except one girl. Her name was Thumbe-

lina. She asked me if I would take her on an adventure so I bought her a plane ticket to Paris. When she got back, she

said that she saw the Eiffel Tower and bought two Eiffel Tower necklaces. She gave me one. I wear it all the time. Whenever I look at it, I remember Button City. The end.”

Erin Morrow, 7Grade 2B

St. Patrick School

“I lost a button when I was on a hike and I slipped on a rock. I fell in the creek and a snapping turtle came up and

snapped off my button.”Emily Rose, 5Kindergarten

LeTort Elementary

“I lost a button when it was on my jumper. It flew and it accidentally hit Emily’s face. She cried and cried. I said

sorry and she forgave me but she still had to go to the nurse’s office.”Casey Huss, 7

Grade 2BSt. Patrick School

“I lost a button when I met a peanut named Sherman. We were best friends until we were on an air plane. He was

walking to the bathroom when a fat guy ate him.”Tony Gary, 9Fourth grade

Fishing Creek Elementary

“I lost a button when a tornado formed. The wind was so strong, it pulled my button right off. That’s how I lost my

button.”Kellen Waltman, 9

Fourth gradeFishing Creek Elementary

“I lost a button by falling down a huge tree. And it fell off and I was trying to find it all day long. Now I found it. I

passed it all day.”Carlos Ramirez, 9

Fourth gradeFishing Creek Elementary

“I lost a button when a ghost chased me. It was a dark spooky night. I was walking home by myself. All of a sud-den, I heard a scary noise. I slowly, slowly turned around

and saw a ghost. I screamed and ran home as fast as I could. When I got home, I went to bed. The next day when I got up and put on my coat, I noticed a button was miss-ing. So I went outside to look for it a little while. When it was night time, I went outside a little later to continue to

look for my button. I finally found my button and we lived happily ever after.”

Mykala, 8

“I lost a button when I sat at the table for breakfast and my mom said to button my shirt, so I looked at my shirt

and ran out the door and there it was rolling on the street so I ran out the door, jumped over a car and chased that

button. But then that button went in the lake and I jumped into the lake, held my breath and followed that button un-der the water. But then a turtle swallowed it and I grabbed

that turtle and went to shore and hit that turtle. It kind of pooped it out on me. But then the button rolled away again so I chased it and it rolled into a zoo and an ostrich

swallowed it, too. I said, ‘Oh no!’ I told the zoo keeper and the ostrich’s head turned blue. It choked. The zoo keeper patted it and it burped it out. I asked the gorilla why the

ostrich swallowed the button and he said ‘Don’t know’ and I asked ‘Why are you talking?’ He said, ‘Why should I tell you?’ I said ‘What?’ and I said ‘Just tell me.’ ‘Well,’ he said,

‘it’s because I don’t know!’ Yep. The end.”Shemiah Ramitt

Second gradeBelaire Elementary

Kids WorldD2 — The Sentinel at www.cumberlink.com Tuesday • October 23, 2012

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Nov. 6 Is Decision Day

It’s Time to Vote! Nov. 6, 2012, is Election Day. People 18 and older will vote for president and vice president of the United States, along with other offices. The candidates from each party run as a team. They are on the same “ticket.” Our country uses the Electoral College system of voting for president. Each state is allotted a certain number of votes, called “electoral votes.” The votes cast by individuals are called the “popular vote.” This week, The Mini Page learns more about how this system works.

Electoral votes for each state and the District of ColumbiaAlabama . . . . . . . . . . . . 9Alaska . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 3Arizona . . . . . . . . . . . . 11Arkansas. . . . . . . . . . . . 6California. . . . . . . . . . . 55Colorado . . . . . . . . . . . . 9Connecticut . . . . . . . . . 7Delaware. . . . . . . . . . . . 3District of Columbia . . 3Florida . . . . . . . . . . . . 29Georgia . . . . . . . . . . . . 16Hawaii . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 4Idaho . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 4Illinois . . . . . . . . . . . . . 20Indiana . . . . . . . . . . . . 11Iowa . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 6Kansas . . . . . . . . . . . . . 6Kentucky. . . . . . . . . . . . 8

Louisiana . . . . . . . . . . . 8Maine . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 4Maryland . . . . . . . . . . 10Massachusetts . . . . . 11Michigan . . . . . . . . . . 16Minnesota . . . . . . . . . 10Mississippi . . . . . . . . . . 6Missouri . . . . . . . . . . . 10Montana . . . . . . . . . . . . 3Nebraska . . . . . . . . . . 5Nevada . . . . . . . . . . . . . 6New Hampshire . . . . . 4New Jersey . . . . . . . . 14New Mexico . . . . . . . . . 5New York . . . . . . . . . . 29North Carolina . . . . . . 15North Dakota . . . . . . . . 3Ohio . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 18

Oklahoma . . . . . . . . . 7Oregon . . . . . . . . . . . 7Pennsylvania . . . . . 20Rhode Island . . . . . . 4South Carolina . . . . . 9South Dakota . . . . . 3Tennessee . . . . . . . 11Texas . . . . . . . . . . . 38Utah . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 6Vermont. . . . . . . . . . . 3Virginia . . . . . . . . . . 13Washington. . . . . . . 12West Virginia . . . . . . 5Wisconsin . . . . . . . . 10Wyoming. . . . . . . . . . 3

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Who Has Your Vote?Meet the Republican candidates Meet the Democratic candidates

President Barack Obama is the Democratic candidate for president. He is called an incumbent because he is running for his second term as president. Obama was born in Hawaii in 1961.

and Harvard Law School. Obama and his wife, Michelle, are the parents of two young daughters.

from Illinois and a state senator. He has also worked as a lawyer and a professor.

Mitt Romney is the Republican candidate for president. He was the governor of Massachusetts from 2003 to 2007. Romney was born in Detroit, Mich.,

University. He and his wife, Ann, have five grown sons. He has worked in the business world and was the

Mitt Romney

Paul Ryan is the Republican candidate for vice president. He is a member of the U.S. House of Representatives from Wisconsin.

Wis. He is 42 years old. He studied at Miami University in Ohio. His family

children.Paul Ryan

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Vice President Joe Biden is the Democratic candidate for vice president. He too is an incumbent.

1942. He is 70 years old. He graduated from the University of Delaware and

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Rookie Cookie’s RecipeBaked Broccoli

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His father is a cantor, or singer in

singer and fiddle player. His mom and his two brothers are also musicians.

musicals. He started a kids’ music class

college degree in visual art.

plays several instruments. He worked as an artist-in-residence in New

program, Little Maestros, writing and producing three of their albums.

Jacob Stein (left) and Jason Rabinowitz appear in a scene from “PASTA! A Pop Ups Puppet Musical.”

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The Electoral College

The Mini Page StaffBetty Debnam - Founding Editor and Editor at Large Lisa Tarry - Managing Editor Lucy Lien - Associate Editor Wendy Daley - Artist

Polly Ticks, The Mini Page’s political reporter, helps us understand the Electoral

complicated, so you may want to read this along with your parents or teachers.The Electoral College Voting is the most important duty a citizen performs to help elect our

after individuals vote. It is called the

This is not a college with a campus and students. Another meaning for “college” is a group that meets and has special duties.

to elect the president of the United States. The vote is based on how the people in each state voted. Our founding fathers decided

compromise between having the president elected by members of

changing it would require an amendmentto the U.S.

Counting the votes We usually know who the winner is on election night by counting the electoral votes. However, there are other steps to make it official. In December, the winning electors, or special voters from each state, meet in their state capitals and cast their votes. These electoral votes are put into sealed envelopes and sent to the

6, he or she opens the envelopes. The results are read before a meeting of the U.S. Senate and House of Representatives. If there is a tie, or if no one gets as many as 270 electoral votes, the House of Representatives must decide who will be president. Each state has only one vote in this situation. This has happened only twice in our country’s history, in 1800 and 1824.

Electoral votes Each state is allotted a number of electoral votes equal to the number of

representative and two senators, so it gets three electoral votes. The political parties in each state nominate a set of electors equal to the state’s number of members

have three Republican electors,

the Republican ticket, and three Democratic electors, who would be

ticket.

number is based on the total number

On the first Tuesday after the first Monday in November, citizens 18 years and older vote. The winning ticket in each state gets all of that state’s electoral votes

and Nebraska, where the electoral vote may be split between the candidates).

Next week, The Mini Page celebrates Veterans Day with an issue about the U.S. Army.

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made 82.2 percent of his career field goal tries and 98.8 percent of his

children. At age 37, he still has a lively left foot!

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