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By EMILIE BLACKMORE -STAPP
and
ELEANOR CAMERON.
In our June play in the Fairy
Grotto, you have read how two
boys, Jimmy and Bobby, went into
the woods. They were cruel
enough to steal the eggs out of a
bird's nest Instead of going home
they stretched themselves out on
the ground and went to sleep. They
paid no attention to the cries of
the mother bird, but put the eggs
between them. Here they were
found by Jelf, the Love Elf of the
Happy Forest. The June Bugs
and the Fireflies helped Jelf pun
ish the boys and rescue the eggs.
They waken to find their own
mother, much worried, is" search
ing for them in the woods. Next
Sunday we begin a new play. This
month's play is called
"THE JUNE BUGS POLICE
MEN." (Continued From Last Sunday.)
JIMMY.
(Crossly.i
Bobby We had no guard to keep
Our eggs afe while we went to sleep.
BOBBY.
(Angrily.)
The little thief! Who COULD It be
To steal the eggs from you and me?
JELF.
(Comes dancing out of the shad
ows, where he has been watching
the boys. He touches his fingers
to his lips as though to silence the
boys' mother while he speaks.)
Good evening, boys, and you are awake
Knough to wonder who could take
The nests of egg you stole yourselves.
Lucky that you didn't rouse the elves!
JIMMY.
(Staring. hard at Jelf in a fright
ened manner.).
What Is your name? Say, you are
- queer!
Do elves live In the woods round here?
(Looks around, as he jumps to
his feet, as though he feared more
elves might be hiding near.)
JELF.
(Laughs and joyously waves his
magic wand as he speaks.)
. , Oh. I am little Jelf.
. The hanpy little elf.
I ,came down to the world 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 Love and Wrong is turned
to Right,
(Jelf waves his wand again over
the boys' heads and then toward
the Fireflies, who flash their lights
in response.)
JELF.
I fare her neat and eggs back to each
mother bird
Whose heart rra broke. It was THEIR
cries I beard.
BOBBY.
(Interrupting.)
Was It the mother bird who wakened
me?
She seemed Just there right over by
that tree.
n (As Bobby speaks, his own
mother ateps from behind the tree,
ar bush.) .
'Twas I who called I've had a dreadful
day
Afraid that some one. stole my boys
away I
(Mother wrings her hands at the
thought of what she had suffered.)
All mothers are the same the whole
world through.
And little Jelf knows well that this la
true
That's why he gave each mother bird
her nest.
Jelf always seems to do just what la
best.
(Bobby and Jimmy walk slowly,
with their heads hanging in shame,
to their mother's side.)
JIMMY. -
Then It was TOU we heard call
And not the mother bird at all!
(Defensively.)
But you had her
(Motions toward their little sis
ter, Catharine.)
Why did you care?
How could you grieve when she was
there?
MOTHER.
(Voice full of surprise.)
Child or birdling. no mother can spare
One from the home nest, I do not care
Where she lives. Each Mttle one feeds
Love to her heart. Each baby she needs.
(Mother places her arm around
the boys, gently leading them to
ward home; little sister follows.
June Bugs have crept back into
theshadows as though there was
no more work for them, taking
their positions by stumps, bush or
trees. The Fireflies, led by their
Queen, come, forward and do a
bright, joyous darfce. If possible,
have the darkness of the woods
changed to rose, as though day
was breaking. As the dance draws
near a close, Jelf runs out to
the center of the stage, where he
meets the Queen of the Fireflies.
As the curtain falls, the. Firefly
Fairies are circling joyously
around them.
THE END.-
Mail Bag Running Over With
Good News.
When Id Uncle Sam brought his Happyland Mail
Bag the other morning, it was bulging over with good
news. It seemed as though Happyland Trails ate start
ing and Kind Deed Arrows shooting in every direction
these days. Surely" there are no busier, happier and
kinder boys and girls in all the world than the Go
Hawks. That particular mail bag contained letters from
all parts of America, Belgium., France, Turkey, England
and Venezuela, There were many pieces of good news
tucked away in those little letters, only a few of which
I can tell you today.
In the little town of Highfill, Ark., 20 boys and girls
have formed a Happy Tribe. They are planning to do
everything possible "to make the world a happier place."
"When I got my Go-Hawk pin I went out and toclc
in my trap, because I want to be kind to animals and not
, scare them," writes Carl Marsh of Worcester, Mass.
"Eight girls in Logan, Ind., are now busy doing as many
kind deeds as possible," writes 13-year-old Mildred
Massctt.
Mary Bernice and J. Bernard Bowles, twins, of Ar
mada, Kan., are 11 years old and send word their "aim
is always making somebody else happy." One could not
have a much better aim. kois- Boyce of Cape Girardean,
Mo., has been able to do much to help one of her young
friends who sprained her ankle. ElleteKing of Benton,
III., is trying to help the Happy Tribe grow by getting
one new member each week. You will agree that this
shows a fine Go-Hawk spirit.
Natalie Strauss of Roxbury has made a loose leaf
portfolio in which she pastes each week all the things
she cuts out of Happyland. In this way she is making
a wonderful Happyland scrapbook, to keep forever.
Brent E. Smith of Lowell has 12 members in his
tribe. They- have built a hut in the woods and expect to
have many good times. He says that two of their roles
are "No smoking" ,and "Obey your parents." Other
Go-Hawks are busy making scrapbooks, dressing dolls
and little things to be sent to amuse the sick and crip
pled children in hospitals nearby. How I wish that
every one of you might gather round me and read all
these letters from the north, south,
east and west, written by Loyal Go-
' Hawks and bringing such good
news to
llailoftheGo-Hmyks
SYNOPSIS.
The Go-Hawk, a) joUy crowd of boys
who play Indian, ask the twins. Pru
dence and Patience, to Join their Tribe.
The twins have both fun and sorrow aS
"squaws" of the tio-Hawks. Their
circus ends In an accident and Illness
for Donald, the clown. The Co-Hawks
wear "half-mourning" (cat from Annt
Bailie's violet tea Jacket) to show their
sympathy. When Donald recovers a
party is given in his honor. Afterward
Jack invites all the guests to dinner as
surprise to his father and the conk.
The boys miss the twins the next few
days and Aunt Bailie discovers the dis
appearance of her violet tea jacket and
questions the girls.
NOW OO ON WITH THE STORY.
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Dot Puzzle
At Marian's home a favorite
dessert is strawberries with
whipped cream, and the family
often have it when strawberries
are in season. One day Marian's
mother was hulling berries for
dinner and Marian was watching
her. At last she said:
"Mother, do you know what I
like better than anything else in
the world?"
"What?" questioned the mother.
"Strawberries with spanked
cream," replied the little girl,
looking at the berries longingly.
Little John Carl, though not
quite 4, is very much interested in
automobiles. One day when riding
in his kiddie car he noticed it had
no fenders.
"Oh, mamma," he called disap
piontedly, "my car has no sus
penders on."
Another Way to Be
A Good Go-Hawk
A good Go-Hawk does not
give all his time to his own
fun during vacation. Much as
he delights in being out of
school, he should remember
that vacation is not all play.
He should offer to help
father and mother in every
way possible and divide his
day into three periods, work,
rest and play. So, don't for
get this way to be a good Go-Hawk.
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When Piffle saw this Bear he said.
"I'd be much better off in bed."
Complete the picture by drawinjr line through the dots. Beginning
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(Continued from Last Sunday.)
Miss Sallie grew suspicious of
the drawling words. She had not
had the care of the twins all these
years -without learning many
things, one being that they usually
knew something about everything
that went wrong.
."Children, come to me, please,"
she called in a gentle voice. When
the children obeyed with faltering
steps and stood before her, first on
one foot and then on the other,
their faces flushed and hands
clutching wildly at their apron
strings, her practiced eye read the
knowledge of at least one of the
missing garments.
"When did you say you last saw
the tea jacket?" she questioned,
looking keenly into the flushed
faces.
"Oh, it must 've been last
month," answered one with a brave
show of indifference.
"Where .was it then?"
There was a long silence while
the twins felt a wild desire to flee
from threatened danger.
"Was it in the closet at that
time?" asked Aunt Sallie.
"It .was firsts auntie," replied
one slowly; "yes, it was, for I re-
member seeing it there myself,"
she concluded glibly.
"Then when did you last see
it?"
"The very last time, auntie? It's
kind of hard to remember," said
Prudence.
"Auntie feels positive that if
you try very hard you can remem
ber just where you saw it last.
You must do it"
"Well, then, I s'spect the very
last time was down in front of
Donald's when it marched away."
was the peculiar response given in
a tone that implied that Prudence
considered the discussion ended.
Miss Sallie looked puzzled. "I
do not understand, children. How
could my tea jacket march away
from Donald's? He was very ill at
that time." 4 '
"Are you going to church next
Sunday, auntie?" queried Patience
hopefully. "We would like to go
with you."
"Auntie has asked you a ques
tion children, and you must
answer."
The twins looked at each other
despairingly, for Aunt Sallie.
seemed to have such a bad habit
of persisting. "You must tell
either your father or me what yon
POLLY'S
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BOOK,
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Here is something that Peter
and daddy like for desert and now
is the time to make it, because it
is strawberry time, at least in sonic
parts of the country.
STRAWBERRY RUSSE.
Get a dozen lady fingers, split
them in halves and cut each one
in two. Arrange these around the
edge of small glasses. Fill the
centers with strawberries cut in
halves and sweetened and cover
with whjppcd cream. Put one
berry on -top of each.
Want to Join.
Dear Happy: I would like to join
the Go-Hawk Happy tribe. I am
sending a 2-cent stamp. I am
9 years old and in the fifth grade.
Please send the button as soon as
possible. I wish some boy or girl
1 readers of this paper would write
to me. My letter is getting long,
so I will close. Yours truly, Anna
Kovar, .age 9, Howclls, Neb.
afWFSTO
Why is a baby like wheat?
Answer Because it is first cra
dled, then thrashed and finally be
comes the flower of the family.
Why does a woman who gives
her husband "a piece of her mind"
usually take as much as she gives?
Answer Because she generally
manages to take away the peace of
his.
When is a nose not a nose?
Answer When it is a little rad
ih (reddish).
When is a woman not a wom
an? Answer When she is a little
chili; when she is a bell, or when
she is a dear.
What key in music would make
a good officer?
Answer A sharp major,
A Loyal Member.
Dear Happy: I received my
button 'and like it very much. I
read the Sunday Bee every Sun
day. . I will try and be kind to all
dumb animals. I wish some of
the Go-hawksi would write to me.
I thought the dot puzzle was funny
this week. Well, as my letter is
Retting long I will close. Vivien
Bogge, Trumbell, Neb.
know about the jacket. I am con
vinced that you do know sonic
thing."
"What is 'convinced,' auntie
please?" interrupted Prudence,
suddenly thirsting for knowledge.
"It means that I am very sure
you know where my tea jacket is
and that you must tell," replied
Aunt Sallie, ignoring the oppor
tunity thus given to forget the
question at hand.
There was another long pause
and she said firmly, "I am wait
ing." (Copyright. 1122.)
(To Be Continued.)
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