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THE BEE: OMAHA, SUNDAY. NOVEMBER 20. 1921. I TV' " M wis. lm i . ia a i m 1 1 m m - i r m - k -v-oam Ma .a ravi m i i ii i mm, a i a iTVMn)i - m - 1 1 i g i x wra. j t M - L H vbb II II I i amaam a b a a IIS I ' M am. 11 1 01 Stories of Our Little Folks A Lesion. Prize. Dfr Happy: I am going to tell you a itory thii time. Once upon a time there were two little girls, one named Mary and the other named Kuth. Kutti was a good little girl and Mary was naughty and stingy. One day Mary's mother laid: "Girls, go to the woods and get lome berries." "All right, notlier," said Ruth; "no," said Mary. Kuth started. Mary made up her mind to go after Ruth had gone." 4,1 "Mother, I am going too," said Mary. "No," said her mother, "you will get lost. You cannot find the way' home and cannot find Ruth either." Mary went anyway and did not find Ruth. On the way she met an Indian. She ran but the Indian caught her. When Ruth got home her mother said: "Where is Mary?" "I do not know, I have not seen her," Ruth answered. Their father came home and they went to find Mary. They found her, and after that she never ran away again. Mil dred Mann, aged 10, Oxford, Neb. Two Neighbors. ' Dear Happy: I received the Go Hawk button today. As I only wrote you a letter last time, I will send you a story this time. ...Mr. Brown and Mr. Smith were two neighbors. Mr. Brown had a plow, but no horse. Mr. Smith had a horse, but no plow. Mr. Brown (to Mr. Smith): "How do you do, Mr. Smith? I want to plow my ground, but I haven't any plow. What am I going to do?" Mr. Smith: "What am I going to do? I have a horse, but I haven't any plow. . I want to plow my ground, too." Mr. Brown: "You have a horse? W ell, I have a plow. Why not loan -c your horse to plow my grouna, i n I will Jct you take my plow to plow your ground." Mr. Smith: "That will be a very good idea, and agreeable to me. You take the plow home with you" at onee. As soon as you are through I will come to get the plow and horse, and do my plowing. I am glad to have you for my neighbor." This arrangement proved very pleasing to each, and these two men wer tlwayi good friends after this. Yours sincerely, Jean Clark, Stroms burg, Neb. , Loves Happyland. Dear, Happy: I want to belong to the tribe. I read . The Bee every Sunday. I am 9 years old. I am in the fifth grade. I like to go to school, but nothing is better than rto read your letters. . I am a new member of the tribe and I would like to win the gold arrow, the blue bird and the Indian head. I read evry story and -play in The Bee. I just jump for joy when it comes from' the mail. I hurry and open it to Happyland. Please find mem bership blank. This is all I have to say right now, but I will have more next time. Wyeth Edison Einfalt, Aged .9, Mjnatare, Neb. A Second Grader. Dear Happy: I wish to join the Go-Hawks and I am enclosing a 2 cent stamp. Please send me the button. I am a little boy of 7, and ATTENTION, GO-HAWKS Anyone wishing to join the Go Hawks Happy Tribe must be sure and send two cents or a two-cent stamp when two wish to join send four cents. When writing stories or letters do not write on both sides of the aper. The following have sent their names and forgotten to inclose two cents. That is why you have not received your badge. Mary M. Rcvnolds, i'leasanton, Neb. Leola Hall. Ashland, Neb. Betty Smith. Walton, Wyo. Joyce . Smith. Walton, Wyo. Celia Pcarce, Washington, Neb. Dorothy Helcr, 131 North Thirty-first avenue. . . Clara Schultz, 5123 South Forty-first avenue, South . Side, Omaha, Neb.. Rose Anna Rogers. Box 39. R. R. No. 1. Lyons. Ncb. Andy Shaffer, Hooper. Neb. Esther Kirk, Gibbon, Neb. Maxine Murphy, Arapohoo, Neb. .f Lola Harvey. Elsie, Neb. Arthur Guynul, 3127 "Grebe street. Omaha. Margaret Heninger, Blair. Neb. Edward Pollard, R. R. 1. Rogers. Neb. Gilbert Ross. Auburn, Nsb. Olive Loshbaugh, Gandy, Neb. fm'W i I am in the Second grade in school. I enjoy reading the stories on the children's page of The Sunday Bee. My father has taken The Bee for the past IS yean. Clyde Longacre, Aged 7, Rising City, Neb. Likes Our' Club. Dear Happy: I am very much in terested in the Go-Hawks and I wish to become a member of the Go Hawk club. 1'lrase send me the rules, which I will obey with great pleasure, and I will also wear the badge. I am 14 and I am in the Ninth grade. Viola Hcrbst, Aped 14. 701 South Burlington Avenue, Hastings, Neb.' Another Way to Be A Good Go-tiawk A good Go-Hawk is very grate ful on Thanksgiving day for the good, things that have come to him. " Just think how many they are: Ill's parents,' his home, his friends and good times, and per haps you can add some others, too. So, remember, a good Go Hawk is very grateful on Thanks giving for all the "good things that have come to him.' .' "'' A Fourth-Grader. Dear Happy: ; I ' am 9 years old' and in the ' fourth grade. ' I attend the Guardian Angel -school at West Point, Neb. I want to join.1 the Happy Tribe. Please send me .the official button and the rules. Mar vyle Moore, Route 2, Pender,' Neb. A Rude Awakening. - It was very early in the morning. The Teenie Weenie cook had . not yet started the fire for breakfast. Gogo, half dressed, had come out to souse his head up and down in a thimbleful of cold water, as he loved to do every morning, and hardly any ' other" Teenie Weenie was yet stirring, when suddenly there came loud shrieks of terror. , Gogo jumped so that he upset the thimbleful of, water all over the back porch; of the shoe house. The Cook bawled, ."What in the name of a gooseberry seed is all that?" and answering cries came from the shoe bou e. the Lovers bungalow, and every other building in the Teenie Weenie village. . The Doctor, still in his pajamas, ard barefooted, came running from the hospital, for the shrieks kept on ruid grew louder and louder every second and while at first only one perton had been calling, now there were four voices. " Teenie Weenies in every style of t'r.d.-css soon were running towards she crirs for help, which came from Box Hall, the residence built for the four bridesmaids who had come for the Boone-Guff wedding, when they decided to stay among their Teenie Weenie friendj i To Light a Fire. ' In these days of pjieap ' lucifer matches there is rarely any need for us to "make fire" when, we want, to light a fire of wood. ' But even with matches it sometimes happens that a whole boxful may be wasted on a windy day before the fire can be lighted. It is .useful, therefore,', to put a great coat or cloak over our head and over the piled up wood be fore we strike the matches, and then, if we have taken the precaution to gather plenty of dried grass and small twigs we-shall have no diffi culty in lighting our fire. Wax matches are much better for out door use than wooden ones, as the latter get damp in wet weather if they are exposed to the air for long. If we have nothing dry to rub the match upon, we may ignite it by scratching the head of it: with the blade' of ,our penknife. Book of Knowledge.' .' ' . ; -. Reads Ouri Stories. . " Dear Happy: - Iircad the., letters of the Go-Hawks in :The Bee every Sunday and enjoy them very" much, though I' have not -written -. before.' I ''wish to join the-GorHawk club. Please send me the rules, which 1 will, gladly obey, and also wear the badge. T am IS years of age and in 'the tenth 'grade. Ethcr-,Stroh, Aged 15, 400 Sonth Lexington Ave nue,' HastingvNebJ . ; "You hear a lot about Easy Street." ""Well?" ' ' ... . -'". : -' "But a man who peddles articles from door to door- never finds it." When the little ' people saw Box Hall . they were frightened - them selves, '.for the 'trim little cottage, which had stood .iso firmly on itt lead pencil posts the night before, was. now tipped far over to one side, and from its windows hung Miss Guff, her sister, and Josephine Bone, all frightened and calling for help. " "It's an earthquake'an earthquake!" called Miss Guff, generally so stiff and dignified. . "O, save us," and she waved her arms at ( the . Teenie Weenie men,,,,.5 seeming .' quite ' to forget that her red hair still hung in braids, and she was dressed only in her nightgown. . - The Turk and Paddy Pm nad al ready hurried off for the fire ladders, and the Dunce was just wildly in viting the little ladies to jump to safety, promising to catch them in his arms, when the General called loudly. "No danger no danger at alL Don't lose your heads." And the next moment when everybody understood what had happened, there was a great deal of laughter. - . There hadn't been an earthquake at all . In the night a great mush room had decided to grow right un der Box Hall, and as it shot up, it had tipped the little house ,over to one side. "O, deat me. How strange and Coming of Winter. Autumn winds are blowing, It will soon be snowing; The children will go slidm', On icy ponds gliding. Tl'ey will soon be ready, Mildred, George and Teddy; Whirling round and round, Far from the ground. First one falls then another, ' Girls, boys, sisters, brothers; v No one ever frowns or sighs, For they'll soon go bye-low-bye. Olga Sump, Aged 12, Millard, Neb. i A Worker. Dear Happy: I am sending a 2- cent stamp for you to see if I could join your Happy Tribe. I read your paper every Sunday. I like to read the letters and stories, so I said 1 would join. I would like to get the bluebird if I could and all the- rules. I would like it very much if some of the Go-Hawks would write to:me. Well, my letter is getting very-long, so I will close. I saw a riddle in the Sunday pa per and know what it is. The rid dle reads,-"What goes up and goes down and,1' never, touches sky or ground?" Answer, a pump handle. Garnctt Rydlund, Box 101, Funk, Neb. , . . Will the boy -who sent the "name of "Robert Rosenest, 1202 " with no -further, address, kindly send correct - address to Happyland? ' ' ' " interesting," said - Miss; Guff, as, wrapped in her bathrobe, she, at last walked around to look at the dam age. "Why, I had a horrible dream of falling, and when. I woke "I was lying right on my neck in a corner, and the bed had slipped, and all the other furniture, too, and the floor looked like . a " toboggan slide. 1 thought a cat had chased a mouse underneath the house, perhaps, but then made up my mind it was an earthquake! And will you believe it, not one of the other girls knew any thing was wrong until I began to scream? 'We might have been mur dered in our beds." "Humph! Who'd have -done it? The mushroom?" snapped Joe Bone ' rather crossly. "None of us fell out of bed we just coasted with em. . "Well," said the Lady of Fashion hastily, "at least it hasn't turned out seriously, no matter how dangerous it might have been. And think bow very, very good that lovely big mushroom will taste at dinner." . "Yes," said the Cook. "Some of you boys chop it down after break fast, and we'll have mushroom soup and broiled mushroom on toast all we can eat." ' "And in the meantime," said the General, "some of you crawl in and bring out the ladies' clothes. By night time we can have their house fixed up for them as trim and strong as ever." And. sure enough, after the mush room had been chopped down and carried' away, the little house, care fully eased down by ropes, stood once more upon its supporting posts. "But," said Miss Guff. "I'll never sleep well another night till we have a regular foundation under it" "I don't suppose," said the Gen eral, "that a foundation would keep mushrooms from growing. But," he added as he saw the distress in her face, "it might discourage them, anyhow," 4 , WHAT THANKSGIVING MEANT LONG AGO! The Thanksgiving that all the Happy Tribe boys and girls celebrate next Thursday with its merry-making .turkey and other good things to eat is very different from the first Harvest Home of 30 years ago. Those of you who have studied history, or read stories of those early days, will remember how, after prayer and fatting, and a farewell feast, the Pilgrim fathers left the city of Leyden, in Holland, for a new and unknown land. After a hard trip across the ocean, the Pilgrims sighted the new world and were filled with prayer and thanksgiving. Going ashore, thev fell upon their knees and gave thanks to God for their safe voyage. After that, whenever they were protected from acci dents, and given greater strength to meet the trials of their new life. they always gave God solemn thanks and praise, as they called it. That first winter in the new world was a very hard one on the little colony of Pilgrims and it grew smaller because hunger ami illness took the lives of many. Oh, how glad they were when they sawthe first signs of spring in 1621 and knew that they could soon sow their seed. Then how eagerly they watched the seed grow, for they knew how much they needed a big harvest if they hoped to have plenty of food. Soon spring and then summer hurried by almost as fast as though they had wings and were flying through the air. Autumn came. ! Never before, even at their old homes in England and Holland, had the world looked so beautiful to them. Gold, brown and scarlet were the woods decked ifi rich foliage and they were full of game of all kinds. Old Mother Nature had been very kind and had sent plenty of warm sun shine and refreshing showers and so the tiny farms of the colonists were ready with big crops' to harvest. At last the Pilgrim fathers saw betore them their reward tor an their long days of watching, work and prayer. Their hearts were full of grati tude as they held the first Harvest Home in New England. For one whole week they took a vacation from their work and enjoyed various games and sports. Many Indians came to visit them at this time and for three davs the Pilgrims entertained King Massasoit, one of their great chiefs, and 90 of his braves. The Tndians then went into the woods and ki.lled fine deer, which they brought back as gifts to the governor and the captain and others who had been so good to them. ' What a ereat merrv'-making thev had and. oh. the good things thev had to east: Oysters, fish, wild turkey, Indian maize and barley bread, geese, ducks,' venison and other savory meats. How busy were the good housewives with kettles, skillets and spits and the sweetest of music was the clatter of spoons and forks on the pewter plates. Vegetables included onions, melons, cucumbers, parsnips, carrots, beets and others, as well as delicious wild grapes. With such a royal feast the Pilgrims celebrated their first golden autumn at nymoutn. . Thpir hosnitalitv to their Indian guests made the Indians much more friendly to them. Surely the for laving aside their work for a while and tnviting their red Drotners. to rejoice with them over their bountiful harvest. In this way they tried to show their gratitude of God for the riches given them through their faith in his loving kindness. This was the beginning of many Thanks- Pvurv onnA Hn-TTawk on Thanksgiving will not think only of hig own fun and his dinner, but his heart nr thf manv pood thinks that have last Thankstriving. Love and good linked together tor you. May tins . - . . , ., . hpst one of a 1 lor each ot you. - SYNOPSIS. '(' The flo-HwlM, a iolly crowd of boys who play Indluo. invito the twin, fru drnce and Patience, to Join their Tribe. At the first meeting one of the boys ob jects to their curls, rausin trouble for the twins. Net Piy Bunt sees, the Iris rolling their dolls to a pari; and lie rails a special meeting of the Go Hawks. Peggy says Indian squaws have no business playing with dolls and sug gests the Go-Hawks burn the dolls at tbo stake. -. i-.; ' ' ' ' NOW GO ON WITH. THE" STORY. -A (Continued From Last Sunday) "They'll let us if they thought it was their duty," quickly responded the loyal chief, "and I don't s'pose they ought to play with dolls, not out a-doors anyway where toiKs can sec them." ' ' "Let's all bring sticks of wood and build a bur fire tomorrow alter noon," suggested one enthusiastic boy with cruel eyes. "And we'll drive a broomstick in the ground to tie the pris'ners to," added another. I "We'd better just invite the squaws to come over and bring their dolls, 'cause they wouldn't come if they knew we were going to burn them," was the caution of another. , "Let's all wear war ' paint, only it's so hot it'll most likely run all over us," said Rain-in-the-Face, add ing, as usual, a possibility of trouble. "The dolls '11 be just like martyrs 1 and we never played nothing like , that b'fore." remarked a small lad who vearned for something new. A sharp, clear whistle recognized by Piggy and holding tor him a per sonal message that demanded in stant obedience to its bedtime sum mons, scattered the tribe unceremo niously. "Jack said we were to bring our dolls and stay all afternoon," said Patience the following morning to Aunt Sallie. "Would you 'vise us, auntie, to let them wear their party dresses because they've .lever, been to Jack's house?" "I believe I would, dear, and I am glad that Jack told you to bring our- dolls; it does seem so much nicer to auntie for her little girls to play more with their dolls." "Our children were pretty good at the party yesterday," said one' small mother, and, turning to the doll lying MOTTO "To Make the World a Happier Place." ' PLEDGE "I promise lo help some one every day. I will try to protect the birds and all dumb animals." SYMBOL Indian Head for Courage Pilgrims were better and braver men should ' be full of loving gratitude comt to him since ana uoa are ai' mamcsgiving ue ir .1 . i . is me wisn o; on the chair near by, she , added, "Mama's very proud of her precious, and will you brf good today i Evidently she read the desired reply in the blue eyes that met hej own unflinchingly m a way that dolls have, for the mother continued: "I'm glad you say you will, 'cause there may be some other boys there and I wouldn't want", to be ' 'shamed of you.". ; .'.'...' . ;' " Prudence and Patience had seemed to neglect their dolls of late and so it was with much satisfaction that Miss Sallie observed that they play ed contentedly with them all the forenoon. The motherly little hearts felt no premonition of the tragedy in store for them the crisis ap proaching in the. play world peopled by their family of dolls. Even though they had been drawn from it by their love for their playmate Jack, who had always been their staunch champion, giving them rides on his sled in the winter and his . pony in the summer, winning them admis sion into the charmed tribe xyf Go Hawks, still the maternal spark in their hearts only slumbered. It was born in them as it is in every little girl, and sooner or later mani fests itself in some form or other. (Copyright by David McKay. AH rights reserved. Printed by permission and spe cial arrangements -with David McKay Publishing company.) " (To Be Continued) Weather Forecast. Every Day A sunny one in HAPPYLAND. Dot Puzzle WW: .,' -V'" i km 7 4s AM Draw eighty lines A dancing girl will Complete th picture by drawing a line and taking them numerically. .! Why Does the Water Splash When It Drops ' On the Ground? In order to answer this question we must first know why water tonus drop at all. The answer is that thrVe is a force called cohesion or sticking together which arts between the little molecules of the water and holds them together in the round form that makes a urop. Now, when the drop falls upon the ground it is broken up, Hud this ran only mean that something has overcome the force ot cohesion be tween the drops, and has pulled them apart with a greater force than that which held them together. This force is to be found in the motion of the drop as it fell. When the motion of the drop is arrested, it cannot be lost or destroyed; it must turn into something. It the water had sufficient cohesion, and were clastic, the motion would be turned into motion in the opposite direction the droo would bounce. But. in stead of that, the force of the drop's motion is turned into the force that overcomes its cohesion and drives its different parts asunder. Book of Wonders. HUTS TO CRACK. Why is a bald head like heaven? Ans. Because it is a bright and shining spot and there is no parting there. Why should soldiers be rather tired on the first of April? Ans. Because they have just had a march (March) of 31 days. . What is the difference between a mouse and an attractive young lady? Ans. One harms the cheese and the other charms the hes. Which is the best sea for a sailor to be in when there is a gale? ' Answer Adriatic (A-dry-attic). Elizabeth Ann was surely sur prised, wasn't she, when all those strange ' people came to see her, on Thanksgiving eve after - the had gone to bed. She had always had so much that she forgot to be grate ful for anything, but she learned many thing! with Jelfs help, as you shall see. This is the third section of the Fairy Grotto play called . "THE LITTLE GRAY, LADY." (Continued from Last Week.) JELF. (Gives a merry- little laugh, then chants): Oh, I am little Jelf, The happy little elf. I came down to ths world from far above. No soul too sad or old, No heart too hard or cold, But I can warm It with my power of love. I wave my wand, , and all ths world grows bright. And Hate Is Love,' and Wrong is turned to Right. BAD DREAM. A Love Elfl Well. then, you may stay. Now show us what you've done today To make the world a happier place And bring a smile to some urea race. . . JELF. . - (Blows on the silver flute that al ways hangs by his belt. Elizabeth Ann moves over nearer to the edge of her bed as though she would. fall out in her wonder. Pink Rose enters from right stage, with light, grace ful step.) botb straight and clear. -VTA.-! -at, 1 1 then appear. through ths dots, beginning with ena POLLYS Co oiL BOOK.1 Next Thursday is Thanksgiving, you know, and we are going to have a family dinner. Won't it be fun? 1 have promised mother to help in every way I can and .he has told me that-one thing I can do is ,to make the canberry jellv. I have made it before and will tell you how to do it, so you can help your mothers the same way if you wish. Cranberry Jelly. Take one quart of cranberries. Pick them over, wash, then chop them a little, Add one and one half cups of cold water and two cups of sugar. Boil five minutes. Rub while hot through a sieve, pour into a fancy mold and set away to cool. At first I tried to oress the cranberries through the sieve with a spoon, but mother told nie to try the wooden potato masher, and I found it was a lot easier. Townlcy I see you raise vour own vegetables. hububs O, no. I simnlv plant a small garden so as to keep the cnicKens at no me. - Coupon for HAPPY TRIBE . Every boy and girl reader of this paper who wishes to join the Go-Hawks' Happy Tribe, of which James Wliitr.oinb Riley was the First Big Chief, can se cure his official button by send ing a 2-cent stamp with your name, age and address with this coupon. Address your letter to "Happy," care this paper. Name Address ' PINK ROSE. (Addressing Elizabeth Ann.) I am Just a little pink roaei ' ' The kind that your, owfi garden grows. All day In a dark; shaded room I cheered a sick child with my bloom And perfumed the dull, heavy air . To cheer a sad heart I found there; And a pale little face'smiled with glee. There are dozens of roses like me -YOU rsn pick, as you stnp In your play. But you whine and you funs all the day. BAD DREAM. (Interrupting crossly and point ing through the window.) Out there in your garden -of flowers, Just fading In sunshine and showers. Oh, think of the little bouquets Tou might send sick children these days) JELF. (Soothingly.) That's the reason. Elizabeth Ann, We must alt do the best that we can. It's a shame for a rich child like you Not to think of the things she COULD do. , (Tapping is heard on the door. Enter left stage Bottle of Milk.) BOTTLE OF MILK, . (Joyously.) T am a bottle of good, rich milk, Tomake your cheeks as soft as silk; And here comes a loaf of sweet whUs bread For .the little lam girl who stays In bed. (Enter-Loaf of Bread, Bottle ol Milk addressing her.) Dear me. Bread, I'm glad you're here! My heart was reslly full of fear Because I missed you. for we know Just how small Molly's eyes will glow When mother brings us to her bed. Do you remember what she said Just yesterday, when w were there "I am so lucky with your care, My little room, so clean and aweet, And this, good bread and milk to eat." (Bread and Milk both point ac cusingly at Elizabeth Ann.) And you- And TOU- What DO you do l But Just complain The whole day through LOAF OF BREAD. (Gently.) Dear Milk, soon you and I must. g. For It's Thanksgiving eve, you know, And so the two of us must try To make a dinner, you and I With not one piece of pie or cak Or other things that mothers maka For dinner on Thanksgiving day; , But little Molly's heart la gay With grateful thoughts when she Is fed, That makes a feast of milk and bread. (Someone is heard laughing just outside the door, and Mr. Turkey enters with great gusto and struts around the room.) . MR. TURKEY. r am a turkey, for, you see. Thanksgiving dinners must have ME! (Mr. Turkey takes his place be side Bread and Milk, where he is in plain sight of Elizabeth Ann, ad dressing Bread and Milk.) I cams here Just to go with you And brought my nice, rich stuffing. Us. (Cranberries enter and take their places in a half circle around Mr. Turkey.) - ' " , ONE OF THE CRANBERRIES. Ws are th cranberries, sweet, yt tart, AU ready, now. to take our part In Molly's dinner. Oh, what funl Won't ah Just be ths happy nT MINCE PIE. (Enters - right stage, walks with much pride and, somewhat smartly.) I am Mine Pie, and my lot la to b served tomorrow, oult hat. To a dear girl, as sb Ilea Ia her bed and smiles with surprU. BAD DREAM. (Scornfully addressing Elizabeth Ann.) Turkey Cranberries and Mine Plet For something mors, of course, TOtTD cry I LOAF OF BREAD. Com, all of you, for must g. W have a walk tkrougb. deep, deep snow. (They exit right stage, Bread and Milk walking arm in arm. Turkey and Mince Pie, while Cranberries follow.) BAD DREAM (Sarcastically.) Quit a difference. 1 weu'd . la dinners on Thanksgiving day f (Continued Next Sunday.)