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Go-Hawks Have Many Reasons for Being Grateful.
If nil the Oo-l lawks might be together on Thanksgiving what won
derful stories they could toll of the reasons they havo fur being thankful
till year. There ore so rrffiny pretty little legends ubout Thunkagivlng, and
alnce thi I the Sunday closest to thi loved day I will tell you an old
Indian legend uhout Onatuh, thu Spirit of the Corn, and why aho was very,
very thankful.
It all happened long, long ago in that time when the Indian grand
mother said it was not necessary to plant corn, aced or hoe thu field, fnr
the corn sprung up by Itself and the Brent mcadowa were full of aturdy
stocks waving their green banners. Then it wan that Onutah, the Spirit
of the Corn, with her dusky fa:e and Jet blai-'k hair, walked the field.
When Onutah passed, the corn, the Indian maize, sprang from the
earth. Willi her t'anio her sisters, the Spirit of the Hcjuash and the Hcan.
As they panned, squash vine and bean plant grew from the hill.
One duy bb Onutah wandered away nlone In. march of the early dew, the
Kvll One of the Karth, Iluhgwchdactgnh, pled her and ran after her. Ho
clutched her by the hair and drugged her beneath the ground to hi gloomy
cave. Thin ho sent out hi flre-breathlng mounter and they detroyed
Onutah' corn. When tho Spirits of the Squash and Hean suw the flame
monsters ruging through tho field, lerrlfiod, they flew fur away.
Poor Onutah lay weeping in the durk prison cave, grieving for her
ruined corn field a well a for he? runaway sisters. "Oh, warm, bright
nun!" Khe colled. "If I mny walk once more upon the earth never again
will I leave my corn,"
When the Unto bird heard her word they flew away swiftly to carry
thi messagu to tho Sun, n he wandered through tho blue heaven. Now,
tho Hun loved Onatah, o ho sent out many beam of light. They went
through the damp earth and found Onatah and led her back to her corn
field. Kvcr after ahe watched alone for her ulsters, who rtli not return.
If hr r field wn,thlrly, she could seek the morning dew. If tho
flamo tiiotiHU-ra burned her corn, she could search the aide for cooling
wind. Orifttali watched over her field with great tenderness and the little
bird became her loving friends and flocked to her service. They followed
ber through the long rows of corn and made war on the tiny insects that
gnawed att the roots of the corn.- - '
When harvent time came again, because Onatah wus so thankful for
her rescue from the dark cave and for all that the little birds had done
for her, she scattered the first gathered corn over the fields and oil the
birds came from everywhere around and had a real Thankgling feast.
This Is the story told each year to
and girls when Thanksgiving come
must try to remember It, that you.
some one ele next Thanksgiving,
told again to you today by
lTiail of the Go-Hawks
hVNOl'hIS.
Thu Oo-IFuwki", s Jolly rrowd of loy
ho pluy lnrtian. Invito the twins, Pru
tl.nce and fntlence, to Join their Tribe.
!oufl tlnia and aud ino, rauxpd hy
,tli-lr tniatakon efforts to hulp otht-rn,
fill t)i daya of the Oo-liawka. One
iluy, aftor anhonl beKln.i, Napolpon la
niiNNiriK and .lark go-8 to home to find
out the trouble. lie discover Na
poleon'a "mammy" la 111 the family
muili In lined of help. Jack and the
twin atart a auhncrtptton Hat, and
oldt-r friends aa well aa thetr own make
viHit tha rolorad family, carrying do
nations of all klnda. Tha twin so
horna very linppy over the help thty
Itnd xlven. l'hat nisht about 12 o'rlock
they are all awakened by the door
hll rinsing. 1'rnf. Trevelyn anawera
It and finda Kapoleon and hla brothers
and aiater. lie aaka Napoleon to ex-
tain why they have come.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STOIIY.
(Continued from Last Sunday.)
"lirought what and to whom, Na
poleon?" asked Vrof. Trevelyn, and
then he noticed what seemed to his
eyes an endless number of dark lit
tle faces.
"Brought all our kids 'cause
mammy says she's goin' to' die an'
an' " the tears were rolling down
the dark, troubled face. "Where's
Aunt Sallle, she's goin to' take lteer
o' all o' ns. I 'rue said she'd do it
an' she asked us t' come here an'
live if mummy died and mummy
said she thought xhc was n-dyln' an'
for me t' come on an' bring all the
kids f Aunt Sullie. An' here we
are an' where' Aunt Sallle, 'caue
we're tired?"
Miss Sallie's face was a study us
ahe Nto.nl at the top of the landing
nd tiuietly beheld her new family
of sleep eyed colored children, the
j-oiingi nt a bii by in the nrms of Nu
olen. ho leaned wearily against
the wall.
"Just alt down here." laid the
!oft'iuiir. "while I llnd Biy sister
ad tell her you bate arrived."
IVof. Trevelyn shook with laugh
ter h he jolnded 111 sloter, "I see
yntl life work hs been brought to
your dtKir," h began talngly.
"I'lilllp, If yon love me. drwa and
$ tt Nspoleoira home. I wilt fol
low with the rltlMren. We till d
the Indian boys
around. You
may tell It to
just as it Is
what we can for them In their own
home," she concluded with much
dignity.
"Then you do not wish me to
adopt them? Only six, you know,
Sallle."
She ignored' his jesting. "Philip,
I wonder what the Oo-Hawks will
do next. Do you suppose this Is the
only family Prudence has ordered
for me?"
loiter, as Miss Sallie accompanied
her small charges home through the
deserted village street, she laughed
softly to herself as she thought
over the events of the past few
months and pondered over the fu
ture. "I wonder If all twins are as
active as our girls?" she mused.
"Guess th' Go Hawks are all in
bed," ventured Napoleon, suddenly
feeling a sense of importance due
to tha late hour.
"I am sure I hope so," responded
Miss Sallie. "I like 1est to think of
them in bed."
"I like 'em best on th' war-path,"
answered the boy. "I think we'll
have a war next summer, for th'
chief said he heard there's goin' t'
he a new tribe started an' we'll fight
'em If they try t' steal our trail In
th' woods.''
"Oh, Is your trail in the woikIk?"
nuked Miss Sallie. "It has seemed
to me that the trail of the On
Hawks was everywhere one would
lather not have it."
"I don't understand," n!ovly an
swered Napoleon, "but hue we are
at our house," and he pimlod open
the door. "Why, mummy bu t dead,
for she' tnlkln',' he continued Joy
oualy, "so we won't have i" lite with
you yet."
Prof. Trevelyn overheard these
words to hi al: tec us (die entered
the dingy itx.m and tlimM.l to
himself.
M atire tln-imht I i: in' V
die urieii I sent 'em to' !."
plaint d th k woman. "I
It' 'i Mllae I lhou-ht Ho iuu ll l.i.'l'
that ttlUn th-ow 'ui.kiua m.liti-d
for me. Yi'u nr not uetry with
me. ate you?"
"No, ilul.-ed! I loi i-n fh,,n..lul
tU i tx tter," r. (,!i. h ftjt
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the eiMitrtit'a c-tt4n6rt
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11111 fetaS
Whoi Thunknglving duy comes,
hi'luglnif enow, as It ao often docs,
then the Coy begin to work In
earnest on their home-made sled.
Here Ii a little toy model of a
coaster that I made today. From
thi model you will be abla to make
any slzo sled you wish, being care
ful, of course, to keep all the pro
portions ierfectly correct a you
increase thorn, The model is made
out of one-inch soft wood. Cut out
two runner seven inches long and
one inch wide. Out of one-Inch
wood make your floor five and one
half incne long and two inches
wide. Null the side to tho top
with one-Inch brads. All the part
should be sandpapered. I like to
make a toy model of thing and
then build it up into something big
ger. 3e careful and do not eat too
much o.t Thanksgiving or you'll
not feel like making sleds or any
thing else. PKTKH.
TINY
TAD
TALES
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Three-year-old Richard saw the
' moon in the daytime and wo sur
prised to sec it agttln iit night.
"Why, mamma," he exclaimed,
"Who turned on the light In that
moon?"
"And dally, hourly loving and giving
In the poorest life makes hcuvenly
living.''
The Guide Post to
iood Hooks for Children.
Choose one of these books to read
each week. Perhaps you had better
cut the list out each time and take
it with you to your city library. It
is prepared for the Ilappyland boys
and girls by Miss Alice M. Jordan,
superintendent of children's work,
Huston Public Library. This week
sho suggests:
Colum, Padraic, "Boy AVho Knew
What the Birds Said."
Djurklou, N. G., "Kniry Tales
From tho Swedish."
Gienfoll, W. T., "Adrift on an Ice
pan." Ijuig, I,. B., "Red Hook of
Heroes."
Moon, G. P. and C, "T.oxt Indian
Magic."
Itnnkin. C
I!..s;i Marie."
W., "Adopting of
Floyd Hosier of St. Genevieve.
Nfo., liken l-'alry Grotto plays and
wants bis mother to tniiko some
things from "Polly's Cook Hook."
Margnret t'ollemer of Lowell,
MuK.,al K years old ami tii to be
a good girl every day.
"1 cuiiiiol do ui-eat things, hut 1
ran ! soi. ill t hint-H in a great way. "
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-l'oor little Fairy Wilful, whom the
good quoen hud to banish from
Fairyland because she wu so self
ish, ha found it cold and dreary In
tho Jlurlhwoiid thi November day,
Lust week you reud how ahe stole
Into the Widow Hums' washshed
where sho found a crust of bread.
Hhe hid herself when she heard
someone coming. Our November
play Is culled
"mtOWN (il.NCIIAM.
(Continued from Lust Sunday.)'
JKANN113.
(Interrupting.)
Tint U'a brown
WIlJOVV B1JHNS.
(In jpuzzled tone.)
Urown? Yea of eour. It's brown,
t.ota of droaaea are that. What of It?
J BAN NIK.
Wilt It's HHOW.N! ALWAYS. AL
WAYS, A-U-WAYS' IlltOWN!
(Her Voice ends in a wail a tear
break out afresh.)
avi oow riri'.NS.
(As she smoothes Jeannle's hair
consolingly.)
But brown Is all rlslit. I.aaale Jean.
It's atout, and doean t fads nor allow
dirt.
J R ANNIE.
Rut mother, b-b-brown la always, AL
WAYS illtoWN. It's never ny oilier
c-color.
WIDOW BUHNS.
(Still Puzzled.)
Of course, It lan't. Brown that'a good
alwayt alaya brown.
(Anxiously.)
Girl, what ftiln you?
JKANNIB.
It's always brown, ao they fill roe
"Hrotvnie."
WIOOW liuitxa.
(Still not understanding.)
fall you Ilnmnle," child? What
for?
JKANN1I3.
(Sobbing again.)
I'm always brown and never anv
thlns elae. Other children have red
and blue end pink and yellow and
(She breaks off and looks up
pleadingly.)
Mother, can't I have a new drcee?
, WIDOW lil'HNH.
(Troubled.)
A new dress? Just on account of
a fewr bud children. What sllllneai
when you have plenty to carry you
tluouKh.
JEANN1K.
(Catching hold of her mother's
hands pleadingly.)
Pleaae. mother. Please. Pleoac.
WIDOW Hl.'KNS.
(Decidedly.)
No, Jeannle, not now, anyway 1 have
neither the time to make It nor the
money to buy It. Later, maybe.
JEANNIR.
(Much disappointed.)
Thala whnt the children say. They
any I couldn't get any new dresses.
They call us "poor folks." Mother, isn't
it awful to be ao poor?
WIDOW BUliXA
(.startled.)
.T.-amile. my ali'l. what wicked talk Is
tlila? And In November, loo. the vi ry
tiin wle n ilieeni folks fe, tllKllkflll.
She tak.'.-t hold of tho little girl's
humls and looks earnestly at her.)
Jion't talk Unit way, liotsic, you make
me shKcr. INmii'? Wliy, v. are not
poor, child. Wo are rich ir uu could
only see it.
(V.onVor'fely.i
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WllsiW HI 'UN'S.
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PI. . ti.-. . ln'I Not .v. rytiody alio
Ihes oi a lit; ItxiiH.- is Tiih. lleing
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Neat, that little body under the brown
Klnahutn Is atron and heerty, no ah-k-nes,
nothfns crippled, sood eyva, ears.
That's two thlniis,
(Kho touches the next linger of her
left hand.)
You are healthy ami o to m-tnml
every day, and you will leain how to
irrow up Into a wise, good woman.
(Touohlnt; the next linger us she
it peaks )
You have a liouee to live in, a warm
lied to aleep In and plenty to cut.
(Stepping close to (he child to
uliow her she has reached the lust
II nger.l
You have a sood, warm coat, stout
r-licca and plenty of dreHe-s, even if
they are brown glnifhwm,
(Widow Liu ins slip to kitchen
door to look at clock.)
Now, child, you see what a bis aln It
Is to tulk aa you did. II.-Iiik rich la In
thinking ao. I have only Just hcuun to
tell yuu all yuu have. 1 could so on
and on but airs. Hates wants her clothes
early so she ran pack her Irnnk.
(Talilng Jeannle by the hand.)
r'onie on now. dearl I will open a. Jar
of strawberry jatn and you shall hava
a nice big slice of bread to eat it on
while I am gone. Think It all over and
you will soon find yourwelf a rich littlei
Ishh Indeed.
(As sho Hpculis they pass out
through kitchen door. A moment
later Wilful creeps out from her
hiding place.
WILFUL.
I wonder If all the little clrls of tha'
KAFITH WOULD aro us silly as this one.
She ouaht. to be teased, I think. If I
ever see them dolns it. I will hlp. sure.
Complaining when she has a place a
warm aa thla to live In and all aha
wants to at without hunting for It.
I'd call that an easy life, especially In
this kind of weather. Oh, dear, tliey'ra
comiiiK back.
(She hide again. Jeannle and
her mother come in. The little girl
is eating a large slice of bread and
Jam. Widow Burns ties on a bon
net and goes to outer door but
pauses a moment to look back at
child.)
WIDOW BURNS.
You be Rood now, Jeannle, till I coma
back. Mind that you put the kettle on.
(She cornea over to kiss the small
tear-stained face. After she lias
gone the little girl puts the bottle
of bluing and soap over on the
wash bench, then sits clown on the
chair, she has emptied. She eats
contentedly until there Is the sound
of jeering voices.)
(Continued Next Sunday.)
POLLVS
COOK,
BOOK.
Another candy recipe has come
to ne. All of you who like cocoa
nut will want to try it, so here it is:
COCOANUT CAHA.MKLS.
One cup of sugar, one half cup of
sweet milk, one-fourth cup of cocoa
nut, one-hulf cup of sugar cane
syrup and a teaspoon of butter.
Cook until It will harden In water,
then pour in a buttered pan and
cut In Siiviare. POLLY.
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Hello, evei ) Imity. Today I am
going to g.ve .inn a TliankngH lug
contest. The following mixed wold
are the name of the thing we all
like to have at our Thanksgiving
dinner. Arrange the letters in their
iii nr in . lr ami si e u'oal mi M ill
llnd:
1- Kelvin-
i ItellUI'SHMI II . , - , . ,
.1 - sum
t Stiuirsl ,
C- Nipiuupk Lip
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