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, t . THE BEE: OMAHA. SUNDAY. DECEMBER 11, 1921. 71 . .: J&a-y vtl& 35 " H 'I M ar i n z&ts rmrim mmmw- a.kh . . - m. m mm mti mm it i 1 1 . v.'r v. js. 1 1 i ..i x t. w w - arw '.Li. JJtJ M A lir-" I7 .. U cfiSP ZSKA II 111 " iYA J -1 -L j ( Stories of Our Little Folks (I'rize.) Mary'i Visit. Mary entered the hall of Bad Eng lish's palace and went into a pecu liar looking room, which was crowd ed with queer looking creatures all ready to welcome Mary ' to their wonderful palace. First "Ain't" appeared. lie was an ugly, uncouth creature. He ex tended his hand to Mary. She shrank backwards, hating to take hold of such a creature's hand. She trembled as she put out her hand. Next came "He Seen." He was even worse than "Ain't." Mary shuddered as she saw him approach. Oh, how she wished that she was home in her own little room. More and more appeared, and finally came Bad English himself. Mary had thought that his men wdre terrible looking creatures, but nothing could quite compare with Bad English. He boldly walked put and shook hands with Mary. Then he said in a shrill voice: "We are going to have visitors very soon. They are not friends, but foes, and are going to try and win Mary from us. I am sure after Mary has seen them she will choose us." , Very soon they came, and their japtain,. Good , English, called each and asked for them to speak for themselves. They came in order, first was "Have Not,"' second "Have Seen," third " Just." They were very neatly dressed and Jiad kind expressions after they, had all spok en. Good- English said, "You have heard what we have had to say; now which of us will you choose?" "I choose Good English," said Mary. Just then a ray of sunlight flashed across Mary's face and she found she was safe in her own little bed. Bernice Be?ney, aged 11, Box 494, Albion, Neb. , A True Go-Hawk. Dear Happy: I thought I would v write to you. I am vin the sixth grade and 1 am 13 years old. I was 13 August the 27th. I would like to join the Go-Hawks, if you will have me. I am sending a 2-cen stamp. Please send the badge to me right away, as I am in a hurry to get it. I will be kind to all dumb animals. I will tell a little story to you. When I was walking the other day I saw a boy I know. I went up to see what he was doing. What do you think he was doing? He had a cat and he was going to huYt it. I said: "You can hurt me but don't hurt the cat." So he ran home and I saw h'm up town. He did not talk to me but I got the cat home. I saw him again. He said he was going to tell his mother on me, but I think I will tell his mother what kind of a boy she has. Well, I guess I will have to go to bed now. Yours truly, Leita Heisey, Geneva, Neb. A Faithful Reader. Dear Happy: I am a girl 13 years old. I am a faithful reader of your happy . page and have de cided that I would like to join your happy tribe. I will enclose the membership coupon and a 2-cent stamp for the official button. I am in great haste to be a mem ber of vour tribe and expect to con tribute to your page. Yours truly, Florence Louise Blixt, Aged 13, Fremont, Neb. Enjoys the Letters. Dear Happy: I would like to join the Go-Hawks and receive the but ton. Enclose find a 2-cent stamp and coupon. I want to join your tribe. I read the other letters in the paper every Sunday. I am 12 years old and in the eighth grade. I would like to have the other girls of the Go-Hawk tribe write to me. I would very gladly answer. Must close, as my letter is getting long. As ever, vours truly. Bessie H. Struve, Aged 12, Oxford, Neb. Two Sisters. .Atot Happy: This is my first let ,f to you. -I am sending a 2-cent stamp, for me, and for my sister. Geneva Carlson, age 12 years. Please send us our buttons. We will try to be good Go-Hawks,-and kind to all dumb animals. Lillian and Geneva Carlson, Ages 13 and 12, Hamburg, la. Duke. Dear Happy: My name is Glen Guild. I am 10 years old and in the fifth grade at school. I would like to join the Go-Hawks. Please send me the official button. Once updb a time there was a dog named Duke. One day Duke went over to the store to get a bone The butcher gave him a bone every tlay for two weeks. One day he went over there and the butcher said. "No, you can't have any more bones." So the dog went away and never came back. Glen Guild, Aged 10, Omaha, Neb, Good News From Abigail Ann! Dear me, whatever do you think 'Abigail Ann Sheppard has written to Happ? You never could guess, so Happy may just as well tell you. She writes that when she joined the Happy Tribe she made for herself out of brown wrapping paper what she calls her Go-Hawks Kind Deed Book. She fastened it at the top with pink yarn and every day writes in the kind deeds that she has done it) trying to "make the world a happier place." She says she hat 39 yes, sirree THIRTY-NINE! Abigail says that when her little book is full then she is going to send it to Happy. What a wonderful gift that will be. Do hurry, hurry, HURRY, Abigail Ann, and fill your little yellow book, because Happy is waiting and wants to see it so much. You never could guess how much, nor how often, she will look at it. nor how much she will love it for the I sake of the little girl whom she has to know very well through the pages Frederick Godsland has written good Go-Hawk by "bringing up the erick says that another way he is gel iiai in ins lessons every uay, bu juu tan an casny see that he is making both his mother and his teacher glad that he belongs to our Happy Tribe. Last Sunday in the first' section of our Christmas play you read who were to be in and all about how they were to be dressed. Today you will find yourselves in the Happy Forest which our little Jelf loves so well be cause it is there that he has his Fairy Grotto. The name, of his Christmas play is "THE HOLLY WREATH." (Continued From Last Week.) ANNABELLE. (Sorrowfully.) No, thers Is nothing else. What can we do To cheer poor Mother (With second thought) And there's Baby, too! I know ths house would not look quite so bare If we could put up holly here and there. I did so want to hang a wreath up high In our front window, bo folks passing by Would Bee It shining out behind the glass To wish them "Merry Christmas" as they - pass. I feel sure1. Brother, If we Just do this To make It seem like old times, we'll not miss The presents and the pretty tlttlo tree And all the things to eat there used to be ' Before dear Father had to go away (With a brave attempt at cheerful ness.) It's decorations that make Christmas day! ADRIEN. (Looking at Annabelle wistfully.) ' I saw such heaps of holly atthe store. ANNWELLE. (Holding up a quick hand decidedly.) No, Mother cannot give us one cent more! We must not worry her she Is so sad I do wish we knew how to make her glad! . ADRlEN. , (Shaking himself briskly, as if to throw off his worries.) Well, cheer up,- Annabelle! It teems to me That I saw holly In that wood there. (Pointing) See? We had our lunch and it is early yet There must be holly somewhere we can getl ANNABELLE. (Somewhat cheered.) No. we won't give up. Baby Is so dear We Just must celebrate for him this year. For he Is older now ADRIEN. (Thoughtfully.) I Yes. Almost two ANNABELLE. Last year he was so small he hardly knew What Christmas meant -v . ADRIEN. (Interrupting enthusiastically.) Won't he shout with delight If we put hollp up or something bright? (As they cease speaking, the two children leave stage at L. Jelf watches them until they are out of sight and then rushes out from his hiding place. Running to a near-by tree, he opens a small door in the trunk and takes out a telephone re ceiver.) JELF. (In a hurried manner.) Hello! (A pause) Hell o! Is this Santa Claus Land? It Is? Well, that's good! Now, Is Santa. Claus at hand? Out feeding his reindeer? Well, then, please, will you. Just tell Mrs. Santa I think she will do?. (After a moment of waiting.) Hello, Mrs Santa! How are you today? (Another pause.) Oh, you will do nicely since Santa's away. I wanted to tell him some twins came In here Who haven't a prospect of Christmas this year. (Pause.) Of courts It won't do. I knew that's what you'd say. But never mind. Santa, will think of a way. And all of us hrr !n the Forest. I'm sure. Are ready to he'" Mm. .Pause) Oh, yes, they are poor You'll send the t,iay Messenger down to find- out? Good! I m so glad when I know he 8 about! My lo,.e to yon both and be sure we will To helpT That Is all for today then, goodby! (He replaces the receiver and closes the door just as the Christ mas Spirit comes quickly on the scene, carrying her wand under one arm and holding a large hand mir ror, into which she peeps anxiously from time to time. Jelf runs for ward with hands outstretched in welcome.) JELF. Welcome? Will yon tell me who you are? t tore your pretty wreath and shining tar! SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS. (In a clear, reverent tone.) I sun a spirit. Men have called me Give. I am the Lever of all those who live, Dowa to the smallest child upon the earth. (Taking Jelf by the hand, she leads him to the log and motions him to be seated.) Come, I will tell the story of my birth It Is an old. eld tale, but sweet and true. Told often, but forever, over new. GIVE. (Holding wand upright in right band and dropping mirror at left side. Give recites the following stan ras to the strains of "Holy Night" as it is played by piano or orchestra never sccu, but whom she will learn of her book. to Happy that he is going to be a coal and wood" for his mother. Fred being a good i.jo-M!wV is by trying to M!wV is by trying tc in the wings. She pauses between stanzas for musical prelude.) Long ago. In the glow Of a camp fire, burning low, Wearv Bhenherds were Wins' asleep Where the mists and the shadows lay r t deop, '. On a hillside forlorn. Waiting the first Christmas Morn. on the nignt burst a ngm Making all that dark place bright! Dazzled eyes saw a vast angel throng: Startled ears caught that wonderful song, "Christ the Saviour is born!" That was the first Christmas Morn. On that hill. Ions and still. Earth and sky and the sad hearts of men; AH the world woke to singing and then, Out of that love I was born. There on that first Christmas Morn. Time has gone speeding on . Since that morning's glorious dawn, Yet, through the nations I haste every year : When the glad'season of Christmas draws near, Touching the dull hearts of men Swiftly to loving again. JELF. (Rising and coming forward to say joyfully) , So you are Give! And yours the magic power To touch the hearts of men until they flower In loving thoughts and deeds, (Takes both her hands tenderly and stands looking lovingly into her eyes.) . JELF. (Remembering something, steps forward eagerly.) It seemed to me That when you came In here so hastily, Your heart was sad . GIVE, ' (Thus recalled to her worries, raises mirror again to look into it with a returning anxiety.) Mv mirror clouds today. That means some troubled soul has passed this way And I must help (Bends head still lower to look again.) It clouds on this side. (Pointing) so that's the wisest way for me to go. (She starts off in the indicated di rection but stops short as the Gray Messenger swoops down into the Forest.) JELF. (Running forward in eager pleas ure.) Oh, I am glad! So glad to see you, Friend. (Turning to Give with shining happiness.) Now watch and you will see our troubles end! (Taking Give's hand and drawing her up to face the Gray Messenger.) This Is the Christmas Spirit. She came, too, And wants so much to help us. Now with you Here My, oh! (Capers about gleefully) I could dance and sing CHRISTMAS SPIRIT. (Turning to Jelf curiously.) gl Tiail of the Co-lfawfcsj SYNOPSIS. The Go-Hawks, a Jolly crowd of boys who ploy Indian, Invito the twins, Pru dence and Patience, to join their Tribe. While the first meeting causes trouble for the girls, it is the special meeting called by Piggy Runt that causes them oven more sorrow. Piggy insists Indian squaws should not play with dolls and the twins are told their dolls must be burned at the stake. The Go-Hawks go to the hay loft, while the twins sadly any good-oy to IJllle and Snsanne. Chief Sitting Bull returns to find both girls 1 tn tin. H wnnti in h lnval to the (io-ilawks and yet cannot bear to see the squaws weeping. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY. He had never mentioned the fact to anyone, but somehow it had al ways given him a "sorry feeling," as he would have expressed it, when ever he stopped to think, as he some times did, that the twins had no mother, and though he may have been unconscious of it, he felt a desire to be good to them. He hesitated, and the girls believ ing that the hour of reckoning had come, wept harder than ever. "It's a dirty shame," he muttered to him self, "and Piggy can get out of the old tribe if he wants to, but these dolls sha'n't be burned. Just 'cause he got a lickin' this mornin' he wants ev'rybody to feel bad." Then his face cleared as he made his reso lution and. a flash of fire came into his brown eyes, while his voice shook with excitement. "Your dolls sha'n't be burned. You slip over the back fence: Run for your lives and take them home." "But what'H Piggy and Rain-in-the-Face do to us?" asked Runninz Water timidly. I "They won't say anything to you I and if they do I'll make 'em bum I their pets. Now hike or it'll be too late, "urged Sitting Bull, who did r.ot want the members of the tribe to see the squaws' red and swollen eye. j They needed no second urging and fairly flew over the ground, disap-! pearing from view just as the Go- . Hawks, led by the impatient Piggy, Winter's Coming. The north wind is blowing; Cold is the night. Outside it is snowing, And the world is' all white. On the ground are soft flakes of snow, Each as big as a downy feather. And how the wind does howl and Mow,' For we're having snow and cold weather. We must piff on warm mittens and caps, So that we shan t get cold. For on the window-paine Mr. Win ter taps, ' He's coming to greet us, I'm told. So while it is snowing, . The children will play. While the north wind is blowing They'll make snow men all day. Alta Triplett. Aged 11, R. F. D. , No 1, McClelland, la. Except our best each day we try, We cannot win things by and by. Who Is the Gray One? What help does bilng? . . GRAY' MESSENGER. (Stepping forward and making a low bow that sets all his long points waving.) I'm the Gray Messenger. (Suddenly flap ping wiugs, he shouts) ' HO-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o! All through trie big world I go. And I peep here and there, As I fly through the air, And the boys and the girls never know. (Emphasizing the next with an im pressive forefinger.) When they throw themselves down on the ground To kick and Bcream, I AM AROUND. (From among the loose folds of his garment he picks up an enor mous pencil, hanging from one end of the cord about his waist, and shakes it solemnly as he talks.) With my big pencil See? To write thing for me And A BLACK MARK shows JUST WHAT I FOUND. (Here he slowly turns up the bot tom of one of his wide sleeves and makes a long heavy mark upon the 'white paper with which it is lined.) I'm the Gray Messenger, (He flaps wings as before) Hoo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo! Now, boys and girls, watch what you do, (He shakes finger slowly as he enumerates gravely.) ' When you bump baby's head And you won't go to bed And you won't eat what's set eut for you. When you leave offyour "Thanks" and your "Please" And you don't mind your mother and tease The dog olid the cat , I pee what you're at AND I WATCH YOJJ UNTIL YOU ABB THROUGH! I'm the Gray Messenger (Points to him self Impressively) I Go (Flapping wings as if flying) Just like a bat through the skyl And where you may be, It Is easy for me To go, since I know how te fly. So when you WILL play with the hose And spoil all your best Sunday clothes. And Mother says, "Please Watch out! Santa sees." Now this is how Santa Claus knows. I'm the Gray Messenger! (Crows as be fore) Hee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee! You never can run off from me. On sea and on land I'm always on hand As busy as busy can be!. Remember that I carry here A record for all of the year (He lifts up the left sleeve and shows the inside paper lining, which is completely covered with black marks set closely together.) On each Christmas eve, You had better believe There are things for Old Santa to hear, (Turning to Jelf.) A little while ago as on I flew. Trying to hurry on my way to you, I found a cottage oh, so poor and bare! I found that you can do some good work there. (Points to L.) Now you will please excuse me, Jelf, because I must report this thing to Santa Claus. (He bows low with much napping of wings and flutters out.) (Continued Next Sunday.) crowded round the barn. There stood the chief alone as the girls had left him; his face was grave and fearless "Where are the squaws Land I choose to tie th' pris'ners to the stake," shouted Piggy. "And I choose to light the match," chimed in Rain-in-the-Face, "only it's so kind a-windy mebbe it'll go out." "The squaws ve gone home and so've the pris'ners. I sent them all home," announced Sitting Bull. (Copyright by David McKay. All rights reserved. Printed by permission and spe cial arrangements with David McKay Publishing Company.) . (Continued Next Sunday.) MOTTO "To Make Ihe ' WorU a Happier Place." . PLEDGE 'I promise to help some one every day. I will try to protect the "birds and all dumb animals. SYMBOL Indian Head for Courage. The Little People Get a Town Clock. One day several of the Tcenic Weenies ' found a beautiful wrist watch in some tall grass. It was a small watch, although when it stood on end it was almost half as tall as one of the little folks. "Some one has lost it." said the General. "We must take it to a safe place and try to find out . to whom it belongs." When the little folks had pulled the watch to the edge of the grass they bound it to a long twig, and, lifting it to their shoulders, six of the strongest Tecnie Weenies car ried it to the rose bush, under which the Teenie Weenie village stood. The watch was carefully placed in the old derby hat which answered the little folks as a school house anil armory, and they set out at once try ing to find the owner of the watch. , For many days they searched the neighborhood; the birds and mice for miles around were asked to look at the watch in hope of being able to identify it, but not one of them had ever seen the lost timepiece be fore. "What are we goin' to do with the watch if we can't find out who owns it?' asked the Dunce one day several weeks alter the watch had been found. "Well, the law requires that any body who finds a lost article must make every reasonable effort to find the" owner," said the Policeman. "But if no one is found who claims the watch it may be kept by those who found it." "If nobody claims it," suggested the Lady of Fashion, "I think it would be nice to make it into a grandfather's clock for the shoe house." "My word!" exclaimed the Old Soldier. "We got the house filled with junk now, and if we put that watch in the old shoe there wouldn't be enough room to take your hat off." , "I think it would be a good idea to make it into a town clock," sug gested Paddy Pinn. "It could be put on the school house and every body could get some good from it there." "That's it!" cried several of the little folks. "Let's make the wrist watch into a town clock." "All right," smiled the general. "If no one claims the watch in the next three weeks we'll make it into a town clock." At the end of three weeks no one Coupon for HAPPY TRIBE Every boy and girl reader of this1 paper who wishes to join the Go-Hawks Happy Tribe, of which James Whitcomb Riley was the First Big Chief, can secure his of ficial button by sending a 2-cent stamp with your name, age and address with this coupon. Address your letter to "Happy," care this paper. 9vtr 50,000 members! Reads Everything In Happyland. Dear Happy; I want to belong to the Tribe. I read The Bee every Sunday. I am 8 years old. I am in the fourth grade. I like to go to school, but nothing is as good as to read your letters.. I read every story and play in The Bee. I jump for joy when it comes from the mail. I hurry and open it to Happyland. Please find membership blank. This is all I have to sav. Roland Wachter, age 8, Herman, ,Neb. WEATHER FORECAST Sun will shine all week in Happyland. had claimed the watch, so the Teenie Weenies arranged to make it into a clock. . , "Let's hang it in the belfry," sug gested the Cook. "I should say not I" exclaimed the Old Soldier. ' "I. as janitor of the school house, will have to wind the clock, and you can just bet your last ij grape seed I'm not gom to cliniD up to the top of a hat every day to wind the clock." After much argument it was de cided to place the watch in the seo ond floor window which looked oun over the front porch. Here the watch could be .seen by every one, and, besides, it would be much eas ier to wind. After the window had been re moved the watch was pulled up and Dot Puzzle 0. 57 .at. . 111, . 4 . ft irce sixty-nine some a.ternoon Perhaps you'll hear him play a tune. Complete tha picture by drawing Una through th dots, beginning 'with en and taking them numerically. set in place. It was then covered with a neat roof, and the Teenie Weenie village had one of the finest town clocks to be seen anywhere. The Turk invented a long handled ratchet wrench! which made the act of winding the watch very easy, and everybody was quite happy. The birds, mice and squirrels came iio ,1 miles around to see the won derful town clock, and the Teenie Weenies felt proud of having it. "Well, there's one nice thing about havin' a town clock,"', said Grandpa, who had bundled himself up in sev-' eral overcoats and had braved the cold to see the clock, "if the old hat should ever catch ,fire and burn down we'd always have the satis faction of knowin'. just when she burned." r Why Pails of Sand Hang ' In Some Buildings. It is the usual thing to see hang ing in large buildings museums, factories, office, and so on rows of pails containing a liquid whiih can be used for extinguishing the bantes in case of fire. It is quite com mon nowadays to see a pail of sand hanging with the others or in a place by itself. This nand is for use in case of fire caused by an accident to the electric wires bringing about what is known as "a ohort circuit." H water were used it would spread the electric current and probably in crease the danger, but sand properly used very quickly extinguishes the flame. Book of Knowledge. mrs to BU.IV SOUIUHEL Why is a fretfui man like a hard baked loaf of bread? Answer Because hefis crusty. ! What fish is most valued by a loving wife? . Answer Herring (her ring). What is the worst weather for rats and mice? Answer When it rains cats and dogs. Another Way to Be A Good Go-Hawk A good Go-Hawk offers his services from time to time. Do not always wait for mother or father or someone else to ask you a favor, but be quick yourfclf to see when your help is needed. So, remember, a good Go-Hawk offers his services from tim to time. cTookT BOOK,' One of our Iowa Go-Hawks, Doris Hunnel, who i a member of Greenwood school, in Des Moines, has sent me the following recipe for my cook book. I have tried it suc cessfully and I hope some of our other Go-Hawks will enjoy making it, too. .' Devil's Food Cake. One . and one-half cupfuls of sugar, one-half cupful of butter, one half cupful of sdur ' milk, one-half cupful of hot water, two eggs, two cupfuls of sifted flour, one-half cup ful of cocoa, one-half teaspoonful of soda, one teaspoonful of baking powder and one teaspoonful of vanilla. Sift the flour, soda, baking pow der and cocoa (three times or more). Cream the butter and add one-half of the sugar. Separate the eggs, beat the yolks until lemon color. Then cream yolks with re maining sugar until soft Combine butter and sugar with egg yolks. Add sour milk, hot water, sifted Hour (soda, baking powder and cocoa), and last, vanilla. Beat the egg whites until stiff and fold into the mixture. Pour into greased floured pan and bake in moderate oven 35 or 40 minutes. White Mountain Icing:. One and one-half cupfuls of sugar, three-fourths . cupful of water (scant), one teaspoonful of vinegar, one egg white.. Pour sugar into water, add vinegar, ' put on stove, boil without stirring until the mix ture threads when you drop it from the tip of a spoon. Pour slowly over beaten white of egg and stir until stiff enough to ice vour cake. POLLY. What Were the Hungry Forties? In the early '40's of the 19th cen turythat is from 1940 onward, very, shortly after Queen Victoria came to the throne of England bread was very . dear. Now bread has this virtue, none too common in this world, of combining great poodness with great cheapness, and, therefore, it has always been the principal food the staple food, as we call it of the poor wherever it has been obtainable. This was so. for instance, in great empires of the past; such as Egypt and Rome, and it is true of Eneland. In the years round about 1840 bread cost, in deed, often twice as much as it does today, and the poor suffered terriblv from hunger. A famous little book dealt with the subject of these days and the author gave it the striking name of "The Hungry Forties." Book of Wonders. , Attentiion Go-Hawks. Letters and stories written n both sides of the paper will not appear in print Write correct age and address at bottom of letters and ttories. The lollowing names have been sent to Happy without a stamp enclosed That is why you have not received the Go-Hawk but ton. Harold Rose. 2530 South Eleventh street, Omaha. Josephine Sirriannai. 1245 South Sixteenth street, Omaha. Jack Levine, 3426 California street. Omaha. Richard Quinn. 616 North Thirty-fourth street, Omaha. Elma Kosmata, Ord, Neb. Mrs. J. M. Sherrand, 314 Ninth street, Aurora. Neb. Clifford Turner, Du Bois, Neb. Jean Ross, Louisville, Neb.