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Letters from Little Folks
The Lost Child.
(Prize.)
Once there was a little girl, her
lame was Helen. One day she was
walking around in the woods when
all of a sudden something came be
hind her. She looked up and there
the , saw some . Indians. They
picked her up and took her to their
wigwams.
The Indian women taught Helen
all their waya and made her wear
Indian clothes. Four yeara later
her mother was looking (or her
and she happened to go Jo this
troop of Indians. She asked the
chief if they had a little girl.
The chief said: "Yes," When
they were by Helen she said that
this was her little girl. Helen did
not know that this was her mother.
Then her mother thought of a
song that she used to sing to her
when she was 2 years old. She
began to sing it and the little girl
jumped into her mother's arms
ami knew right away that this
woman was her mother.
Her mother took her home and
Helen promised that she would
never again go in the woods.-
Helen Stockbridge, aged 9, Leigh,
Neb.
A Trip with Daddy.
My daddy is a veterinary. He
was called to the country. He told
me I could go along with him. ,lt
was a pretty horse and had been
cut by a wire. When we got there
he put his harness on the horse
and had one man pull one end of
' the rope. Daddy took the other
end and then it went down on it s
back. Daddy then went to the car
and got hismedicine case, than got
12 buttons, his needle and thread.
He first went in with the needle
in the flesh, then put a button on
it and went to the other side ana
put a button there, coming back
and tieing the thread. Daddy told
me afterwards the horse had been
running and had got caught on a
barb wire fence, and in trying to
get loose tore the skin about a
foot long. Then he put the horse
in the barn and tied his head up
high so he wouldn't get to the
stitches to teaf them apart and it
heated and got all right. This is
true story. Berniece Rogers,
aged 9, Wolbach, Neb.
Irene.
Once there was & little girl, her
name was Irene. She ran away one
day. She went into the woods.
When she reached the woods it
was dark.' It was a long ways
home and she knew she couldn t
get home, so lay down n ome
grass and was soon asleep. Vnen
she awoke she found herself in an
Indian's tent. She screamed so
loud that it woke the Indians up
and they took Irene and tied her to
a tree. She was there for a" little
while, when she saw something
coming toward her through the
weeds. Soon she could see that it
was her father arid some other men
with him. She was very glad but
didn't say. anything for the Indians
could hear her. When her father
reached her they began to untie
the ropes. Soon the Indians spied
them. Irene told her father to run.
He said "No." When the Indians
got close enough Irene's father
shot the chief of the tribe, then the
rest of the Indians ran away. Irene
"Oh, Polly, please make some
sherbet for dinner, this evening,"
called Peter as he came in feeling
pretty hot and tired - yesterday
afternoon, for he had been cutting
the grass, and you know what that
is on a summer afternoon. So he
promised to freeze the sherbet if
I would make it, and mother said
it would be fine, so here is my
recipe for it:
GRAPE JUICE SHERBET.
Make a syrup of three cups of
sugar and two cups of water.
Cook until sugar is well dissolved
and then take from stove. .When
cool add two pints of grape juice,
two tablespoons of orange juice.
As it begins to thicken in the
freezer add whites of two eggs,
which have been whipped until
stiff. POLLY.
POLLVSwrimJ
went home with "her father and she
never ran away again. Yours truiy,
Carroll Price, Kim Creek, Neb.
Billy's Happiness.
One day as I was walking down
the street I saw a boy that used
to be little but was now very big.
He used to be .a very nice boy, but
after his dear, good mother died,
he was very naughty. I was
looking to see what he was doing
when 1 saw a poor lame dog walk
ing towards Billy. Billy - only
laughed and haid I wouldn't have
such a dog as that, i said to Billy. .
"That is your best friend." Billy
laughed at the dog and kicked at
the poor dog 'till it could not
move. -1 said. "Billy, aren't you
ashamed?' Billy laid. "No."-Again
I said. "Aren't you ashamed?" Still
-he said, "No." I said. "If you aw
what I have you'd say yes. because
I'm a kind Go-Hawk." Billy said,
"Can I see it?" I eaid, "Yes." Next
- day he joined the Go-Hawk club
and evsr after he has been good to
all animals. Idelle Corcoran, aged
9, Silver Creek, Neb.
A Little Helper.
Dear Happy: I lve done a.
good many good turns and these
are the ones. I have fed two birds,
all winter. One day when the chauf
feur had the hose out the ants
fnrtunatelv one fell in
a puddle and I helped him out. One
day I was playing outdoors with
my dog and I saw a little dog being
kicked about but he saw me and
came running to me and I took him
in and named him Jip and nobody
claimed him. One night when we
were driving we saw a man waving
his hand and we stopped and asked
him what was the matter and he
said he was out of gas and we took
him to the gas station. When we
were in New York the maid "was
sick, I made her some bouillon
which made her better. Mary H.
Clark, aged 8, 3904 Harney street,
Omaha, Neb. '
Wants to Join. . .
Dear Happy: I, wish to join
your tribe. I am sending my two
cent stamp. My teacher's name is
Miss Carson. I like her very much.
Other boys and girls in the school
belong to the tribe. I wish that
some of the tribe would write to
me, I would gladly answer. I am
in the fifth grade. I like to go to
school. I have two sisters and one
brother. I , go to the East Ward
school- I will try to follow the
motto. I wish to receive my badge
and will take good care of it.
Bobby Wiese. aged 11, Lexington,
Neb.
Likes Happyland. t
Dear Happy. I'm sending the
coupon and a two-cent stamp. I
wish to join the Go-Hawks' Hap
py Tribe. --.'
I have read tome very interest
ing letters and stories from the
tribe of which I soon hope to be
a member. I like to read the sec
tion, "Nuts to Crack." It is some
times very interesting. My letter
is getting long so I will close.
Yours truly, Kathryn Annate,
aged 13, Columbus, Neb.
Virgie and Her Friends. .-'
Once there was a poor family
whose name was Matthews. On
the Fourth of July there was to be
a picnic. Of course, every pne was
invited. Just the day before the
Fourth, I was over at Virgie s
house playing with- her when we
got to talking about the picnic.
She saids he couldn't go. I. asked
her why. "I haven't anything to
wear," said she. looking down at
her clean gingham dress, neat y
patched in several places. Finally
she said, bursting into tears.
"Mother cried last night because 1
didn't have anything to wear.
Suddenly a thought came to me
and I said. "Never mmd, Virgie
We played a while, then I went
home. I opened my trunks, where
I kept my dresses, stockings and
slippers when I outgrew them. .1
came to a pretty little blue linen
dress, embroidered on the front,
the cuffs and the collar.
Then I found a pretty white
dress. We were planning to take
these two dresses and give them to
Virgie. Then we got to thinking
about the other little girls, younger
than Virgie. So that night, with
the help of my mother, I found a
dress for each of the Matthews
girls. The next morning we took
the clothes to Mrs. Matthews.
When Virgie saw them, she said,
"I don't know how I'm going to do
It, but I'm going to pay you for
these clothes." . .
"Why, they are just some of
my clothes that I have outgrown,"
said I. "and they are good yet, so
I don't see any use of me keeping
them when they can be doing you
some good."
That afternoon as we were strol
ling around over the picnic
grounds, we met Virgie and her
sister. We. asked them to come to
the playground with us. They did,
and we had lots of fun swinging
and talking and laughing. Towards
evening we went and got some ice
cream. We all had a very nice
time and went home happy. The '
days passed quietly and the picnic
was almost forgotten. One -day
I received a letter from Virgie. . I
couldn't imagine why she was writ
ing to me, because we both lived
in the same town. Opening the
letter I found a $5 bill and a small
piece of paper with these words
on it: "For the clothes you gave
to us the Fourth."
Virgie had paid me with her
. own money. She had worked for
a lady two months for 25 cents a
day and saved her money. I didn't
want to take the money, because
the clothes were old, but to please
Virgie I did. Nell Glasgow, Ben
kclman, Neb.
Likes Chicks.
Dear Happy; I am 10 years
old and next year I will be in the
sixth grade. "
I have four pets, two kittens,
two rabbits and a dog named Max.
. I read your Happy page every
Sunday-. I surely enjoy it. Espe
- cially the Teenie Weenies.'
We have about a hundred little
chicks. "'
I Have one 'sister that teaches
school.. j
I belong to the Audubon bird
club. We did get little papers, but
now school is out ana we wu
get them any more. I will still
try to be as kind to birds as I can.
As my' letter is getting long, I
must close. As ever, your friend,
Wilma Goesch, Edgar, Neb.
A Dream.
One evening when I went to
bed, it was impossible for me to
sleep. But after I went o sleep
I dreamed I was asked to take a
trip with a fairy in an aeroplane.
t .t.i r had wished manv a
- X IUIU .w . - -.
time to take this trip, so, getting
in we went sailing through the
- air. People looked like little apts.
Pretty soon I thought I felt I
dreamed the aeroplane dropped,
but when I woke I found myself
in my mother's arms. Bernadine
P. Ohlson, Axtell, Neb.
Reads Letters.
Dear Happy: I have been read
ing your letters on the Happyland
page and would be glad to be one
of your members. I am 10 years
old and in the sixth grade in school.
I have two sisters; one is 13 and
the other 3. The oldes is Grace
' and the little one is Irene. I am
. inclosing two 1-cent stamps, so
hope I can be a member. I would
would be glad to have some of the
girls write to me and I would an
swer. Yours truly, uuenn ftoims,
Minden, Neb.
Wants to Join.
! Dear Happy: I want to join you
all very much. I am 10 years old
and in the fourth grade. I read the
stories and letters every Sunday
that the other children write. This
is my first letter to you. I will send
you a story next week. Enclosed
find a 2-cent stamp; please send
me the pin and rules. Pearl West
phalen, age 10, Scribner, Neb.
Reads the Trail
Dear Happy: I am reading the
trail of the Go-Hawks. I am very
interested in it. Two of my friends
have joined. I will join if I may.
Please send me my official button.
I'm 7 years of age and in the
seventh 'grade at school. Wishing
to get the button soon, Your new
friend, Bernadine P. Ohlson, age
7, Axtell, Neb.
A Fourth Grader.
Dear Happy: I would like to
join your Happy Tribe. I am 13
years old. I am in the fourth
grade at school. I am sending a
two-cent stamp. I would like for
you to please send me a button. I
will close. Yours very truly, Del
phia Harbour, Council Bluffs, la.
The Guide Post
To Good Books for Children.
Choose one of these books to
read each week. Keep a record,
and at the end of a year if you
can show you have read at least
one of these books' every week you
will be given an award of honor.
Your year starts the week you
begin to read. Perhaps you had
better cut the list but each time
p.nd take it with you to your city
library. It is prepared for the
Haopyland boys and girls by Miss
Alice M. Jordan, supervisor of
children's work, Boston library.
This week she suggests:
' Demetrios, George, "When I
Was a- Boy in Greece."
Ewing, Mrs., "The Brownies and
Other Tales."
Hull. Eleanor, "The Boy's
cuchulain."
Maeterlinck, Maurice, "The
Children's Life of the bee."
Plye, Howard, "Garden Behind
the Moon."
Sidney, Margaret, "Five Little
Peppers and How They Grew."
of Happyland
Tb Pigeon.
Dear Happy I wish to join your
happy' tribe and' here enclose a 2
cent stamp for the button. A few
weeks ago when we were living
on a chicken farm, a pigeon made
its nest on a shelf in our barn.
Later on, it hatched two little
squabs, and when they were almost
full-grown I made a pen and kept
them in it for quite a while. When
- tUmv ant Ia h nnite tame I let
them out Mid they always came
back to the barn until we moved
downtown. I am now 10 years
old and in the sixth grade. I. must
close now. ' .
I have been reading Happyland ,
in every paper we have bought so
far. Yours, affectionately, Dale
Snyder, age 10, Tilden, Neb.
The Bluebird.
Dear Happy: I .received my
button and like it very much. I
wear it to school every day. I am
sending a story about a bluebird.
There was a boy trying to shoot
a bluebird. A little Go-Hawk saw
him, and begged him to quit and.
showed her button. The boy went
away with a sad heart. This girl
took the bird home and kept it tul
it was well again. Ever since that
the bluebird and the girl were
great friends. This boy also joined
the Go-Hawk Tribe. He was never
cruel to animals again. Your truly,
Helena Wiese, aged 11, Benning
ton, Neb. .
A Fourth Grader.
Dear Happy: I wish to join the
Go-Hawks and I am sending a
two-cent stamp. . I am in the fourth
9m A vmm old.- I have
an old cat and she has had some lit
tle kittens, and I gave two of them
to my brother. We feed 11 calves.
We had two pigeons but they left
us. Faye Craig, aged 8, Ingham,
Neb.
Will Keep thT Pledge.
Dear Happy: I have been a
,Ar f "HAnnvland" for some
time, but never have written be
fore. I would like to join the
happy tribe of Go-Hawks. En
closed you will find the 2-cent
stamp and coupon for which send
me the little button. I promise to
live up to the Go-Hawk pledge.
Lillie Deal, aged 12, Davenport,
Neb. -
Read About Happy Land.
Dear Happy: I read The Bee
every Sunday. I would like to join
the Go-Hawks. I am trying very
hard to get the button. I am 9
years old and in the fourth grade.
My teacher's name is Miss Brown,
and I like her very much. I am
sending a 2-cent stamp and the
coupon. My letter is getting long.
Maynard Lange, Deshler, Neb.
Likes His Badge.
Dear Happy: I received my
badge and am wearing it. I want
to thank you very much for it. I
stay with my grandma in Dixon.
I have two sisters. and two brothers.
I have no mother. But my papa
is not dead. Papa and my two
sisters and two brothers live on
the farm, eight and a half miles
from Dixon. I go to school every
day. There are the third grade,
fourth grade and sixth grades and
there are thirty-one pupils. Twelve
boys and nineteen girls. Well as
my letter is getting .long I will
close. Mary Blanche Saunders,
Dixon, Neb.,
A New Member.
Dear Happy. This is my first
letter to you. I am 10 years old,
and in the fifth grade. I go to a
country school and like it very
" much. I wish to join the Happy
Tribe. Find the enclosed two cents
for the button. I will close as my
letter is getting long. A happy
friend, Nadyne Stanley, Age JO,
Humboldt, Neb.,
First Letter.
Dear Happy: This is my first
letter to you. I am sending a filled
blank and also one for my sister
Elsie. We want the buttons and
rules. I am 11 years old and in
the sixth grade. Elsie xis 5 and
is in the primer. Our teacher's
name is Miss Goeller. Goodbye till
next time. Pauline and Elsie
Drapela, Clarkson, Neb., Route
No. 3. -
A New Member.
Dear Happy: This is my first
letter to you. I am 10 years old
and attend the Pleasant Valley
school I am in the fifth grade at
school. I have no sisters or bro
thers. I am sending a two-cent
stamp for which please send me
my badge. I am hoping to see my
letter in print. Yours truly, Gladys
Bunson, aged 10, North Bend, Neb.
A New Go-Hawk.
Dear Happy: I live on a ranch.
There are many horses. There is
one I can ride. His name is Cel
ley. He does not buck and is very
gentle. Florence Getchell, Genoa,
Neb.
Reads All Letters.
Dear Happy: . I have planned to
write several times but every time
I have forgotten. I am in the sev
enth grade at school. I am 11 years
old. Our teacher has the scarlet
fever. Her friend from Shcnan
doah is teaching now. Her name
is Miss Fallcrs. I read the stories
and letters every Sunday. I am
sending a two-cent stamp for the
badge. Your friend, Bernadine
Lowe, aged 11, Coin, la.
Will Be Kind.
Dear Happy: I wish to join th
Go-Hawk Tribe. I am 12 years
old and I am in the seventh grade.
I like my teacher. Her name is
Wilma Eddy. I will try to help
some one every day and be kind
to 'all dumb animals. I enclose
a two-cent stamp. Hoping to re
ceive mybutton soon.- Yours
truly, Wilma Bascom, aged 12,
Edgar, Neb.
a First Letter.
Dear Happy: I am sending ray
2-cent stamp and coupon so that
I will receive my button and will
be able to join the-happy tribe. I
am a fourtlt grader and my teach
. er's name is Miss Anderson. I
like her vey much. I wish some
of the members of the, tribe would
write to me. I will try to do what
the pledge says. Your friend, '
Eleanor Wase, age 10, Wakefield,
Neb. "
A New Member.
' Dear Happy: I want to join the
Go-Hawks. 1 am sending a two
cent utamp for my button. I am
8 years old. I am in the second
grade. 1 have a pet kitten, it is
tame. It's name is Kate. Well, I
must close. Jeannetta Knutzen,
Bruning, Neb.
1 A New Member.-
Dear Happy: I would like to
join the happy tribe. I am enclos
ing a 2-cent stamp and wish to
receive the Go-Hawk button. My
name is Albert Halleman, aged 14,
Creston, Neb.
In Field and Forest.
Most of you, I fancy, believe that
all birds look alike when they
break through their shells and
come out into the world. This Is
not true, for all the birds who live
on the ground, such as chickens,
geese, ducks, owls and hawks, are
dressed in suits of brown. Their
eyes are wide open and most of
them are ready to run about at
once.
Robins and bluebirds are very
different. When they step out of
their shells, their eyes are closed
and their mouths seem very large.
They are naked, too. A baby robin
is scarcely any bigger than his
shell, while a humming bird is
about as tiny as a honey bee.
These birds want to sleep a great
deal at first, and so their mother
sits over them to keep them warm
for the first few days of their
lives. I love to watch the father
birds starting in search of food for
their little ones. When they return
home perhaps they will give it to
the mother, who feeds the babies,
or he will do it himself while the
mother leaves the nest for a little
rest and to find some food for her
self. Next Sunday I want to. tell you
some other things about how the
nestlings are fed. This morning I
counted six father birds bringing
breakfast to their babies, and it was
surely a-beautiful sight to your
It is surely a comical sight to
see all the baby birds. with their
mouths open begging for food. As
soon as they get their voices they
cry for food, too, for they seem to
be always hungry from the time
they come into the world. You
would be surprised how hard the
father and mother birds work
hunting for beetles, caterpillars and
grubs. Do you know that you could
not hold at one time in your hand
as many worms as a baby robin
needs to eat in qne day?
On the ground all about me, as
I write you, I can see robins, blue
birds and sparrows hopping about
hunting soft worms and insects,
while orioles are back in the or
chard looking for worms among
the leaves. Woodpeckers bore
holes through the bark of trees
looking for insects, while the flick
ers are hunting for ants for their
little ones.
Just as da your fatheres and
mothers, some birds provide food
for all their little ones at the same
time. Others have to make many
journeys before their babies are
fed, because they bring only enough
for one at a time. If you live where
you can study the birds from day
to day you are a lucky boy or girl.
At least so thinks vour
UNCLE JOHN.
WEATHER.
Raining Fishing Rods in Happyland.