THE BEK: OMAHA. SUNDAY. FEBRUARY 13. 1922.
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Stories of Our
Little Folks
(True)
A Birthday Party.
l)ear Happy: I am going to te'l
on itliont birthday party ladv
gave fur lirr little girt and a little
boy friend. It was in the summer
lime when it was pretty and little
folks could j. lay out door.
'I hey had two big yard to play
in lor the party. The neighbors and
thcir They had a big table in
thrir hack yard with a Urge birth
il.ty rake in the center and lots of
other good things on it. In the ad
joining yard they had one plum tree
on the outIt aide, three cherry treej
mi the north side, an olive tree on
the ca-t side. On the olive tree they
had olives tied on by cord. On the
plum tree there were lolipops and
on two cherry trees there were bal-
I. ions and the third was loaded with
fan.
The girls had the fans and the bal
loons for their prizes and in the other
nrd trees loaded with balls were
prizes for the boys.
A box of candy tied with blue rib
bon was Riven to the girl for her
birthday gift and one tied with pink
ribbon, the boy for his.
When it was time to cat each child
was given a plate and led to these
trees and each one picked something
from each tree.
Then we were taken to the table
where we had ice cream and cake.
It was a lovely party, the nicest
one I was ever at. Harriet Daly,
Aged , 2625 Orchard St., Lincoln.
Neb.
The Poor Dead Robin.
Once last summer Lester and my
cousin, Robert, went out fishing. We
caught a bullhead and a mudturtle.
We took our dinner with us. Wc
had eggs, cookies and bread. Robert
threw some bread In the water and
the fish came and ate it. Robert
said, "I am going to have a fish." Jle
put his line by the bread but did not
catch anything. At S o'clock wc
started home. JVhen we were about
half way home Robert saw some
thing beside the road. He went over
and saw that it was only a poor dead
Robin.
Wc walked on further but 1 said,
"wait lets go back and get it and
bury it." .We went back and got it.
Then when we got home we buried
it. A few weeks after Robert said,
"I believe that Robin has brought
us good luck." Marion Hicks, Aged
in Box No. 127, Meadow Grove,
Xcb.
Reads Happyland.
Dear Ilappv. I want to join the
Go-Hawks. This is my first letter tQ
ou. I am in the fifth grade at
..clinol. My teacher's name is Miss
Lucy Tilford. I go to Tlatte Valley
school. The school house has two
looms in it,, but weare .building a
new one. " . -
Inclosed you will find a 2-ccnt
stamped envelope. Please send me
the button. I have eight pets, five
cats, two dogs and a horse. The
cats' names are Tiger. Flow, Flosy,
Blue and Blue Bell. The dogs'
names are Bud and Tcddie, and the
horse's name is Van. I like to read
your page. As soon as I get home
I take the paper and open it "up to
your page and never stop until I read
it all. I also like the funnies. I
hope that some of the tribe will
write to me. Jeanne Crab, Aged 9,
Route 1, North Platte, Neb.
A New Reader.
Dear Happy: I would like to join
the Go-Hawks' Happy , Tribe. T am
14 rears old. This is myfirst letter
to the Happy Land. As we haven't
taken The Omaha Bee only a week
this is the first time I could become
a member of the Happy club. En
closed a 2-cent stamp and member
ship coupom Must close as my letter
is getting long. As ever, yours truly,
Edith Archer, Papillion, . Neb. '
Wishes to Join.
Dear Happy: I am 11 years old
and in the sixth grade at school. My
teacher's names are ' Miss Rys and
Miss Swoboda and Miss Carlson. I
go to Centra! building school. I am
enclosing the 2-cent stamp - and
couoon and a letter. I wish to have
my button. I wish some of the Happy
Tribe , would . write to me. ana. i
would' gladly answer. Goodby. Mil
dred Elliott, age 11 Flattsmouth,
Neb."
Likes Button., 1 ."'
Dear" Happy: I received my pin
and thought it was very pretty. I
have a pet cat and dog,-but they
tight each other. I hare a brother
in the fourth grade, aged 9. and a
sister in the seventh crade. aged 13.
Well. I must close. I wish some of
the Happy Tribe would write to me,
Ada Luedke Box 208., Fort Mor
gan,. Colo.
T-ilres Her Burton.
Dear Hannv: I rereived tnv button
a few days ago. We came to school
yesterday and the Stove smoked so
badly we could not s tan it and Miss
Ifitrlpv the tearher. dismissed the
schoo'. I wish some of the girls
would write to me. Yours truly
Inez A. Kennedy, Aged 10, Franklin,
! To Give h the Most Fun of A 11.
Many uf the Go-IUviks, 1 am ure, know the itory of George Wash
ington and his thrrry tree, but it ii poiMe that tome of you, at least,
' have pot heard the tiory of George and his apple orchard. Since Was
hington's birthday U this week, why not gather round me and listen to
the itory? Some of you are pushing to get as near as rou can, but even if
yon cannot all kit npht net to Happy, if you M very, VERY Mill then
I every one w ill be able to hear the otorv.
lou all know how much you love to go walking witli Miner and
what it meant to you on a sunshiny day when lie runic early from the
office and sav: "Who wants to go for a tramp with ine?" This it prob
ably the way little George felt when Mr. Washington suggested that fine
morning long, long ago that be and bit son go for a walk together. George
and hi father Martrd out hand in hand, and in a thort time came to an
orchard, and what a wonderful tight it wai. On the green grass below
the trees were many, many apple wi;h shining, rony cheek, and yet the
branchrt on the tree above were aUo heavy villi the fruit.
".Vow, George," said the father, "look, my ton, see all this rich harvest
of fruit. Do you remember when your good cousin brought you a fine,
large apple lt spring and how you refused to divide it with your brothers?
And yet I told yoti then, that if you would be generous, God would give
you plenty of applet in this autumn."
Little George had no reply to make to hit father, for he wat very
much ashamed as he remembered. He hung his head and with his little
bare feet scratched in the sand.
"Now, look up, my ton," continued the father, "and tee liow the
blessed God has richly provided us with these trees loaded with apples
the finest of fruit. See how abundant is the harvest. Some of the trees
are bending with their burden, while all the ground about is covered with
mellow apples, far more than you could eat. my son, in a lifetime."
Little George looked thoughtfully at the beautiful orchard, watched
the busy humming bees and listened a moment to the gay notes of the
birds. TJien he answered sadly, as his eyet filled with teart: "Truly,
father, I will never be selfish any more."
Happy has thought of this iittle story so many, many times the past
few years as the never-ending generosity of the Go-Hawks always ready
to share with children who need their help. That is why their giving is
certain to bring as much joy to them as it surely does to the children who
receive.
Little George was afraid long years ago if he gave his apple or even
part of it away that there would be none left for himself. Perhaps there
are children who feel that way about giving, and yet wc are all learning
this is not true. If you ever doubt it, think of George Washington, his
apple and the orchard full of apples that was waiting, although he did not
vi.-n.iriv, nit learning, as many- grown-ups nave never
icarncu mc joy oi giving, r.very uay proves tins to
be true. Not only have you given pennies when needed
but smiles and unselfish little kindnesses to those
about you. No one knows this better than your
Hafte
By EMIL1E BLACKMORE STAPP and ELEANOR CAMERON,
.Last week in our Fairy Grotto
play Mr. February Thaw aliased the
icicles right out of the garret, home
of Mike and Slivers. There were
strange happenings, as you shall all
sec, when Jclf, the love elf of the
Happy Forest, appears. Our Febru
ary play is called
. "Mr. February Thaw,"
(Continued from Last Sunday.)
. .. MIKE. - "
- My papers aro all soldi
Tli new and. yes tlx old.
'm rid of every one.
And I had lots of fun ,
Sellinf th old ones, too
As If they were all new.
(Mike walks over and snatches the
sack from Slivers' shoulder and looks
into it.)
That's what you OUGHT to do.
SLIVERS.
(With sorrow in his voice.)
Tou know that la not square,
T don't see how you dare
To sell old stuff for new ,
When you know It's not true.
MIKE.
(Crossly.) -
'' Tou need not tiy to preach, .
Nor think that you ran teach
MPS anything, you big goose; i
B honest? What's the use? .
(Mike walks angrily around the
room and Slivers looks frightened at
the storm he has caused. He throws
himself down on the bunk in the cor
ner with his face toward the wall.
Flute is heard playing just outside
the windows. Bcore the boys re
cover from their surprise at the un
accustomed sound, the door opens
and in steps Jeli, the Happy Tribe's
love elf.)
JELF. ,
(Bowing low.)
' ' Good evening! Mike and Slim,
Tour light In her seemed dim
To me, as I parsed by.
And so I thought I'd try.
, To see 'what I rould do
To brighten It for you.
(Room grows brighter as Jclf
waves his magic wand to and fro.
Slivers raises himself slowly and
sits with his back to the wall, his
eyes fastened eagerly on Jclf.)
MIKE.
(Walks over toward Jclf.)
What are you doing here?
You certainly aro queeer
X ran't quite mako you out.
Did you come down the spout?
, .. JELF.
(Tossing his head happily.)
Oh. I am little Jelf, '
Th happy little elf.
I came down to the earth from far above.
No soul too sad or old.
No heart too hard or cold '
For me to warm it with my power of
love.
I wave my wand and all the world grows
bright, .
And Hate is I.ove and Wrong Is turned
to Riant!
(Jclf walks over toward Slivers.)
I saw your light was dim
And heard you talk to him,
: florae others, too, my boy.
Were near and found great Joy
That you could bravely say
The things you did today.
(Turns twoard Mike.)
Tou think there cannot be
Heal Joy In honesty?
Now I shall try to make
You see your big mistake.
(Continued Next Sunday.)
Whether the world is blue or rosy
depends on the kind of spectacles
we wear. It's our glasses, not the
world, that needs attention.
There is cjfily one way to be happy
and that is to make somebody else so.
' ' . Sidney Smith.
The Little People Give a
Ball
Tor several day there was an air
of .mystery under the rosebush
where the Tcenie Weenies Jived.
Every one knew that something was
Ruing to happen, but not a (.ingle
Tecnic Weenie knew just what it
was. or at least those who did know
wouldn't tell. The Genera! and the
Lady of Fashion knew something
about the matter, but the rest of the
small folks could get mighty little
satisfaction out of then.. '
"I'll bet it's a .turpi i.-c party,"
suggested the Turk one evening as
several of the little people sat around
the fireplace in the shoe house dis
cussing the matter.
"Hope it's somcthiir to ea," put
in the greedy Dunce.
"Maybe it's a dance! cried the
Clown. '
"That's just what it is! It's a fool
dance t 'A nd account fool dance 1"
exploded Grandpa so violently his
tiny nose turned a deep purple. "The
Lady of Fashion has been sneakin'
around here sewing on a lot of fuzzy
stuff and singin' around all the time,
Military J dance al! the time instead of bavin' a
nice quiet party. hy can t they be
satisfied with a couple of sliced
grapes and a few cookies and maybe
a tprllin' bee or oine "educational
game like that? No, they've, got to
have a ltt of cNprnsive. clothes and a
couple of thimbles full of ice cream."
and the old fellow shuiiled off to the
kitchen to get his bedtime cup of
malted milk.
The Clown had made a lucky gues
it was a dance: and a few days lat
er each of the Tcenie Weenies re
ceived a tiny invitation, written neat
ly in the hand of the Lady of Fash
ion. Being a military ball, all the Tec
nic Weenie men must, of course,
wear their ariy uniforms, and for
several days there was much polish-
while the upper floor was H'ruhhtd
as clean as a pin and waxed until it
was smooth as a mirror. A striped
awning was put up over the front
The orchestra brought in their in
iirunidiu and while they played the
Tcenie Weenie national march the
General, with the Lady of l'ahion,
led the little guct out on the Door
where the djnee began.
lhe Lady of I'ahion was diced
in a wonderful gown of soft yellow
spider web silk, trimmed in brown
caterpillar fur, and che caused many
tiny hearts to pit-a-pat under their
Sam Brown belts.
Tes Hone Guff wore a die of
purple and blue trimmed in yellow
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BOOK,1
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Mother ba some pie-enut kit
from the lemon pie she hat made tor
dinner today, o he hat put it into
the icebox and rhe says that I may
have it to make wmiic cherry tart.
Ids for deesert on George Waiting
ton's birthday. I'erhaps your mother
will let you do the same. Here are
the directions:
CHKKKV TARTLETS.
Flour the pastry board. Koll out
jour pie crust very thin and prc
into it little scalloped tin. I'riik
holes in the bottom to let the air in.
Cut off the edges Miiuothty and bake
till light brown. Just befure you are
ready to serve them, fill the shells
with cherry jam. 1 am sure they
will taste fine. TOLLY.
just the way she always does r when
she's goin' to a fool dance." .
"Well, you can just bet your last
thimble full of salt I'm not goin' to
stuff myself in any old dress suit
just to go to a dance," Said the
Dunce. " "That is, unless they're
gjin' to have something to eat.' ,
"That's always the way with wom
en," cried Grandpa. "They want to
ing of tiny buttons and brushing of
uniforms. The little women fewed
frantically at fluffy dresses, while
the Cook baked and iced a huge cake
as big as a doorknob. '
All the desks were removed from
the first floor of the old hat, which
served the little people as a school
house and armory. The room was
decorated with Tcenie' Weenie flags,
steps and the snow which had fallen
during the day was shoveled away,
making the' place look neat, and
clean. . " :-,
As the little guest? arrived they
left their coasts and wraps on the first
floor and a place had been curtained
off where the little ladies could pow
der their noses and leave their tiny
wraps and galoshes.
butterfly fuzz, while Mrs.' Lover
was gowned in a wonderful dress
woven out of thistledown, The other
little Tcenie Weenie ladies wore
gowns equally as lovely, and with
the bright uniforms of the little men
it was a wonderfully jA-etty sight.
At 11 o'clock two thimbles full of
ice cream and the huge cake were
served, as well as half an English
walnut and two almond nuts, which
had been cut into small pieces and
roasted "with, salt and butter. '
Everybody agreed that the dance
was the finest party ever given by
the little folks but "Grandpa, for all
that old gentleman would say when
they told him about it w-as "Bah!"
(CopyriBht, 1922, by 'Wjlliam. Donahey.)
ANOTHER WAY TO UK
A GOQD (;O.HAWK
' good Go-Hawk is always
truthful. He docs not forget that
one of the finest things in the
world is to be known among his
schoolmates and friends as one
who docs not fib. As it was with
George Washington, he never
stoops to tell a lie. So. remem
ber, a good Go-Hawk is always
IM,ll,f,,1 f
Has a Pet Crow.
Dear Happy: I would like to
join your tribe of Go-Hawks which
I think is very nice. Enclosed find
a 2-ccnt stamp. Please send me the
official button. I am 8 years old
and in the- third grade. 1 w'll try
very much to be a good Go-Ilawk.
I have a little dog, his name is
Fritzyv And I have a crow. He
does not like me very well. Kyle
Taylor. Aged 8, 3912 North Twenty
first Street, Omaha, Xcb.
H BY BILLY 5QU1DRCL
What is the difference between a
a fisherman and a dunce
Answer One baits his 'hook and
the other hates his book.
How would you speak of a tailor
when you did not remember his
name. Answer As Mr. So and So.
(Sew and sew).
What three letters turn a girl into
a woman?
Answer A-G-E.
1
What is it that gets longer when
cut at both ends? Answer A ditch.
Coupon For - .
- -"'HAPPY TRIBE.
Every boy and girl reader' of
this paper who wishes to join' the
Go-Hawks' Happy Tribe, of
which James Whitcomb 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. Over
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THjloftheGo-Hawks?
SYNOPSIS. ,
The Go-Hawks, a jolly crowd of boys
who play Indlnn, Invite the twins, Pru
dence and JPatience, to join their Tribe.
Two of the meetings bring; sorrow to the
girls and after the last one 'Prudence
and Patience will not play with the boys.
The Go-Hawks miss the squaws and de
cide something must be done. Ho their
chief Is sent as a messenger to tell the
twins the 14 Go-Hawk braves are at their
command and will play anything; the girls
wish. Prudence suggests a doll's wed
ding and she and Jack plan for the event.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY.
(Continned from Last Sunday.)
The child puckered her brows
thoughtfully. "I tell you. Let's have
the wedding outdoors right here,"
she added, excitedly running over to
a large oak tree. "I can see it all,
Jack. I went to a wedding with
Aunt Sallie last winter and so I can
play it grand. We'll put our seafs
over here and all the other dolls who
aren't anything can sit there."
"What'll I be?" - -"Oh,
you must be .the minister.
Patience and I can;' sit on the. front
seat-and cry and ;'-cry like Mrs.
Thompson did. Lillie and her father
can ride up the aisle in the old ex
press wagon and it'll be drawn by
an inky black steed, that's Napoleon,
you know. He can be hitched up
and have a plume in his hair like the
horses wore at that big funeral. I
thought that- looked perfectly
stylish."
. "How you plan things", interrupt
ed Jack. '
"Yes, and that isn't half," she an
swered complacently.' "We'll want
to have a band. They can sit up in
the cherry tree so's the music can
float. Donald can play his mouth
harp and Ginger can pound his drum
and Squint must bring his horn.
They can play some hymns and coon
songs. Won't it be grand?'" The
child's eves fairly danced.
"How-'ll you get the groom there?"
asked the chief.
"We haven't a groom yet. but I
guess-we can get one by Saturday
and my auntie can dress him. ' I
guess he'd better ride with Lillie and
her father."
"What'll Piggy do?" ' i
'"Piggy can ring the sleigh-bells
when we come out of church." i
"It isn't winter,"-objected Jack.
"Well, I know it, but this is the
'Piscopal church and bells must ring
and the carriages come and the
band'll play and then we'll have re
freshments. And let's have invita
tions. Will you Write 'cm tonight?"
"Yes. Let's write one now so I'll
know bow and w hat to say he
answered, and as the children's
heads were bent over a sheet of
paper, he continued, ."I'll write what
you want."
They labored earnestly and when
the invitation was concluded it read:
"Miss. Patience 1 Trevellyn invites
you to come and ' sec her oldest
dawter get married on Satturday
afternoqn'at 2 o'clock. Her weading
will be under a tree and if you can
bring a preasant leave it under the
haw tree. If it rains we will have
Lillie get married next Satturday.
Jack's prudent forethought had sug
gested the last sentence.
(Copyright by David McKay. All rights
reserved. Printed by permission and
special arrangement with David McKay
Publishing Company.)
(To Be, Continued.)
A Lesson. '
As my. story starts abruptly-T feel
that an explanation is needed. ,
Frances and Lorain'e are chums.
They have deecjded that they arc
brave enough to go out camping
without letting anyone know. Jit
was arranged to start Saturday and
stay until Sunday afternoon.
At 6:30 Saturday morning the" tele
phone rang at the Bunon home, but
was answered immediately by- Fran
ces. ' '. ' . ":'.'
"Oh, I 'thought you'd never call,"
exclaimed Frances.
"Well, it wasn't my fault, for Dad
dy got up to fix the fire and I could
n't get up then, but what's the use to
explain. NowKof all fimes, we must
be off! You read my list to see if I
have -everything? Then we'll meet
at the park," ordered Loraine.
"You should have one woolen .blan
ket or c4r robe and myself one, your
lunch, a pump' for your bicycle, a
tablet and a pencil; oh, yes, I can
get Bob's -wagon easier than I
thought. Don't forget your book
and, let me sec, I believe that's all.
HI meed you right away at the park.-
ror- x near someone stirring upstairs."-
Frances whispereed the last,
for she ' could plainly distinguish
words as her brother and sister got
up and were so surprised to find her
gone.
She gathered up everything, even
the iodine, bandages and all the little
things that! Loraine would have for
gotten had she been under the cir
cumstances that Frances was.
At last the wagon was hooked on
the back of Frances wheel and she
was off to the park. They both
tcached their meeting plate at the
same time, so never stopped.- but
kept on going towards the woods. ,
"Oh, Loraine, if you can possibly
forgive me. do so, "for I left a note
on the table savingDear everybody:
Don't send anybody out after us. or
don't, eveen Worry, 'because w:e are
safe.-Lorainc and Frances'."
"You're certainly a peach, Frances,
for I wanted to leave, a. note telling
mama not " to ' worry, and I didn't
know how to say it. I never would
have thought of saying it that way."
- The conversation drifted from one
thing to . another , until Loraine
glanced at her Avrist wafech and ex
claimed: "Frances, would you believe
without looking at .'your watch that it
is 9 o'clock?" - ' V
"I certainly coudn't," agreed her
chum. "But, hurrah! we're here: Is
n't it wonderful? . A brook 'n every
thing. ,. By the time we pitch our tent
it will be time to cat dinner, although
I'm' not a; bit hungry, for I just
stuffed myself before I came, 'cause
I thought that we 'would eat every
thing up before we even got accus
tomed to our new home."
"Doesn't it . sound funny- to say
'pitch our tents'?" broke out Loraine.
After the tent was pitched and two
meals eaten, a book read, some corn
popped, two tired girls crept into
bed. - .
In about an hour Frances woke up
and began to shake Loraine.
"Oh, Loraine, what's that?"
For a minute both girls were puz
zled, for sure enough, right there
where the wagon stood was a light.
"Frances, wliat can it be" sobbed
Loraine. ' ,
'The two girls sat tip in bed and
hugged each other, the only comfort
they could possibly get. " -.-
"If we get home safe and nobody
gets us after this. I'll tell mother
every place we go," whispered Fran
ces. After they had gazed at it and the
light didn't move they found courage
enough to slowly creep out of bed
and a$ they nearcd it Loraine half
laughingly said:
"It's only the flash light we left
turned on so we wouldn't be afraid
in the night; a good joke on our
selves." When the light had been turned
out, they, went back to bed, after)
talking awhile and- promising each .
other that they were going back
home real early n the morning and i
telling mother only where they had ;
been, they fell aslcco. By Marie 1
TiriVTAD
If! . ,
Lillian had been - following her
mother about chattering every min
ute. Her mother was very busy and,
not wishing to answer all the child's
questions, , pretended not to h(;ar
some of them. Finally the little girl
said in disgusted tones:
"Oh, "mother, I wish you had big
gcr cars, so you could hear evcry
thing I say."
Three-year-old Richard looked out
of the wondow one morning and saw
frost on his bicycle. Running to his
mother, he exclaimed:-
"Oh, mamma, there's frosting on
my bicycle!"
Tracy, Aged 13, 1306 Park Avenue,
Fremont, Neb.
Enclosed find a 2-ccnt stamp. I
would like to join the Go-Hawks
My sister got a pin and she is being
a true Go-Hawk. I think that I caa
do as well.
, MOTTO
To Make the World a
Happier Place".
PLEDGE
'7 promise to help some
onexrery day. I "will iry to
protect the birds and all dumb
animals." ' -
SYMBOL
Indian Head for Courage,