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About The Omaha morning bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 1922-1927 | View Entire Issue (Feb. 4, 1923)
They Proved Themselves to Be Good Go-Hawks ON'R afternoon several weeks ago Happy was standing near the corner of one of the city's little side streets. Suddenly she saw a smnll group making its way slowly across the street. In it were three •treet boys, a man carrying a stool, and a cup hung by a cord around his neck. With his cane he was trying to feel his way safely across the Itreet, when these boys had sprung forward. Two took hold of his arms Khlle the third tried to steer the blind man gently from behind. They Wire all so interested in what they were trying to do that they paid no mention whatever to thnne of us who stood watching the pretty sight. When the street was safely crossed and the blind beggar tried to thank them, one little chap said, ‘‘Oh, pshaw! You mustn't get seared. We'll always help you cross' the street." Then tfccy started him in the right direction where he hoped to find a corner in the sunshine where he could stay close to a tall building. Then the boys turned and came back across the street talking earn estly. One shook his head sadly as he laid: "Gee, I’m glad we came along to help him. It mdst he awful to lie blind." "Seems like we have Oeen finding something all the time to do ever Since we joined the Happy Tribe." And there pinned on the coat of that boy was one of our own Go H.twk buttons, just the kind that every one of you wears so proudly. If a button could feel, I am very sure it would lie just as proud to be worn by that boy as he was to wear it. Our button always stands for kind .ntss, kindness, kindness, every day, everywhere, to everybody and every thing, in your homes and in our schools. If you f>’-» watching for a chance to he kind, you will find it. never fear Just as these boys did on u downtown street. All you linve to do is to be ready for the cliance when It comes. And now goodby; until next Sunday. ~ ■--— ■- - UNCLE PETER HEATHEN ~ ~~ ~——r^Er^nuBs-— -- ./i'.dH. l’nrle Peter conies to live . t the home of tlie Trevellyn twins. Prudence and Patience. lie Is very lonely since Annt Prudence “went away" hut grows nup l-ler in his new surroundings. The twins, with three of their girl friends, decided to become nilsslonairtes nml adopt I ncle Peter as their “heathen." They have a meeting In the Mystic Wood and each plans to look after some part i»f Uncle Peter's welfare. Prudence chooses his health; Patience, his clothe*; Kacliel, liis morals; Jane, his education, and Kutli. his amusement, rtggy Itunt, a former warrior of the Tr»l»e of (iodlnwkn, starts a restau rant and with hb sister. Ruth, carries oat small tallies to their hack yard. The cook promise* to make him fried potatoes. Mrs. Runt gives him a Jar of jam and some wafers and all is in readiness. Piggy wonders how to se cure some customers, when he secs .lack and Donald waiting’ across the street for the restaurant to open. Now GO ON WTH TIIE STORY. (Continued from Last Sunday.) He determined then and there to press them into service and, run ning across the street, said, "The potatoes are cooking, everything's most ready a:.d say, won’t you kids go get some customers for me’ Get ’em right away, won’t you? If you will I’ll give you a meal for nothing ” "Don’t you won v, for we’ll get you a lot. Kids are always hungry," was Jack's comforting assurance as they started off. "Keep the pota toes hot.” "Most likely well get more than he can feed," and Donald strutted along boastfully. “I’m glad I’m going to be a preacher, then I won’t have to have any one litlp me. There's nothing much to do except leaks up sermons, baptize babies ond marry folks ’’ "How do know you won't need help? I’ll bet that Piggy and I will have to make people come to hear you preach, Just so you won't have to i>reach to empty seats. Nobody will want to hear you if you don't i heer up." Jack sopke ns though he thought It best that Donald be re . minded of all that would face him In his chosen profession. "Vou'll have to go see Rick people." ’ “Maybe there won't he any babies and if you are any account you'll krep'folks well." "Anyway,” persisted Jack, “preachers are supposed to be cheer ful and let other folks fuss.” "Who are you going to get for Piggy?" Donald spoke as though he thought it best to change the sub J< t. "We'll ask every kid we meet,” rep ied Jack. This they’ did, hunting up their old friends besides, and the result was t^iat hig brothers and sisters were besieged for pennies the remainder of the day. So energetic was Jack in Piggy's behalf that he borrowed a bell and paraded the streets, clanging It noisily, while Another Way to Be a Good Go-Hawk A good Go-Hawk does not lounge at the table. He sits erect, not too far and not too near the table and does not lean on it with his elbows or slouch back In his chair. So. remember this way to he a good Go-IIawk. Donald cried in as near a repre sentation as he could make of the barkers during state fair week, "Dinner is now ready! A good hot meal—all you can eat for 1 cent! Follow us to Hunts." drown people smiled at each oth er while children clapped their hands with glee. As fast as pennies could be accumulated their own ers attached themselves to the pro cession. "String out there, kids! Make yourselves look ns long as possible to draw trade!" commanded .lack, and gave his bell an extra shake. He purposely led the procession past the home of Professor Trevel lyn, convinced that lie might hope to secure a patron or two from that direction. He rang his bell so long and furiously that Aunt Sallie and Uncle Peter both hurried In alarm to the gate. "What in tlte world is the matter, Jack?" asked Miss Sallie. He lifted his cap as he made re ply. "Nothing at all, Aunt Sallie. only Piggy has started a restaurant and Don and I are trying to get him some customers. We have all these." He pointed with pride to the children who formed the strag gling procession at his heels. "Wouldn't you like to join us, Uncle Peter?” Aunt Sallie laughed and so did Uncle Peter nt the vision of fiimself bringing up the rear of the line. He ai>preciated none the less that the suggestion was made seriously and asked, "Is thy restaurant to he open all day?” Receiving an af firmative imply, he saidf "Please tell Piggy for me that I will bring a party of guests at 3 o’clock this afternoon. There will be six of us and I will pay extra if he will deco rate the table. I'd like to have a special waiter, and if we can have some music I'll pay for that, too." "A regular party?" queried Jack. Cop.<i riffh*. 192.1. (Continued Next Sunday.) ffUTS TO What is full of holes and jet holds water? > Answer—A sponge. Which is easier to spell—fiddle de-dee or fiddle-de-dum? Answer—The former, because it Is spelled with more es (ease. What animal would J'ou l;ke to be on a cold daj’? Answer—A little ’otter. _ What part of a fish welgns the most? Answer—The scales. When do we first hear of paper currency? Answer—When the dove brcug’i' the grcerv back to the ark. What is alyar* behind rime? Answer—The back a w-Vrh. Mildred Babb of Springdale, Ark., lost her button and felt like a los’ Go-Hawk without it POLLY’S ■ COOK.T BOOtC Here is 11 fine recipe for a cold winter night in the north or for any cool evening in some other part of the country. ONE MEAL STEW. One and one-half pounds boneless lean beef three tablespoons bacon grease, one onion size of a door knob, four medium sized carrots, one large green pepper, one pint of tomatoes, one-fourth cup barley, two tablespoons rice, three-fourths tablespoon salt, dash of cayenne pepper. Cut meat In pieces the size of a walnut. Place in bacon grease in a skillet and let simmer and brown, keeping skillet uncovered. When brown remove mixture from skillet and place in stew kettle with bar ley, carrots and rice. Pour over i nough water to have mixture well covered. Set kettle on stove and simmer slowly for onq hour, keep ing kettle covered. At the end of an hour cut the onion in smail pieces, chop the green pepper, mash the tomatoes and peel and cut potatoes in medium sized pieces and add all to the meat mixture. Return kettle to fire and cook until vegetables are tender, adding addi tional water if needed. Serve hot. I am going^to try It right away, for I am sure daddy and Peter will like it. POLLY. Sr peters! RKSHOR One of our Go-Hawks, Francis Sullivan of Lawrence, Mass., has written to tell me how much he enjoys making the things I sug gest in our workshop. He sends us two small drawings, made, oh, so carefully. One is for a doll sofa. Take a piece of rather heavy paper, any color you wish, and fold- it into 16 squares. Fold it on the dotted lines and cut on the solid lines. Francis tells us that this is easy to make. Your friend, PETER. What <io you want today?” asked the grocery clerk of little John. "A quart of eggs and a dozen vinegar,” was the quick answer. Dorothea's mother was ill and a trained nurse had Just arrived to take care of her. The child heard tho family talking about her and watched her with great interest, Finally she sat down in her little chair and looked at Miss Shepard expectantly. • "Daddy told me you were a trained nurse,” she said. ‘ Well, when arc you going to do your tricks?” v What wo call Luck Is Simply Pluck, And doing things over and over; Courage and will. Peraeverence and m'■ ill. Are the four leaves of Luck's clover. Ruth D. Hanchott of South Nat ick, Mass., is chief of a (Jo-Hawk tribe t,5at is giving plays and help ing iy>-tr and sick children. WEATHER Sleet Storm of Skates in Happyland. t % PA I RX CRO^m ~ PL\\S% _ 1-ry ttl .• / By EMILIE BLACKMORE STAPP and ELEANOR CAMERON ’ Toil ya the curiam rails on our little play that you have been read ing so eagerly fi-oin week to week. You hate read how the cold drove Fairy Wilful to seek shelter in the cobbler's shop. She had not meant to like him and was Jealous of the care tie was taking to mend the torn shoe of a poor little street boy. In spite of herself, this kindness soft ened her hard heart and she offered to take care of his shop while he went for a bite of supper. Strange things happened while lfe was gone. The name of the play is "TIIE OLD COBBLER." (Continued from Last Sunday.) _.. . m WILFUL. (Wistfully.) °h, please, clear fairies, be so kind And tell me, tell me where to find My sister, who is always near; And yet, this Earthw’orld Is SO queer 1 never find h$r—Pity me— < >h. where, WHERE ran my Bister he? GIRL. (Gently.) Hear Wilful, you were fairy born And so you'll waken some bright morn To know kind hearts are best of all: And then you’ll hear our good queen call • You home to Fairyland to stay, And Jelf will help you find the way. BOY. And now we’ll go and leave you here To wish the Cobbler Joy all year. (Leather Fairies, followed by Shoestring boys, go dancing out, and in a moment the cobbler enters. He hands a small package to Wil ful.) COBBLER. Here le a hot eandwlch for you. child. (Wilful takes it anil begins eating hungrily.) tv hile you are finishing your eup> per I will se? about some oilier shoes for > ou. (Cobbler turns his back to the ehilil and goes to other side of shop, as though to search for shoes for her. Wilful is suddenly embarrassed again by her own strange sense of tenderness toward the new friend, and when his back is turned she steals out. Before the cobbler is aware that she has gone, the door opens and Bobby enters.) BOBBY. i Rubbing his hands together.) tv howl Tint It's running cold. I*m ruroly glad that you mended my alloc. (Picks up his shoo from bench an64V sits down on floor and starts to put it on.) COBBLER. (Turning around, looks about and is bewildered.) Why—where has the littel girl gone? , BOBBY. (Absorbed in fastening his shoe.) What little girl? I didn't see any little girl here. COBBLER. (Suddenly discovering all the new shoes. In dazed voice says:) What lias happened? My shoes have all been mended or changed to new pea! BOBBY. (Pointing much excited, toward the window.) There's someone looking in at the window. It must he >our little girl. Come I 11 go with you and maybe W'e van find her. (Cobbler snatches his coat and hat and follows Bobby out into the ■street in search of Fairy Wilful. Fairy Willing enters and dances lightly about the shop, touching the shoes and the violin with her wand.) WILLING. (Tenderly.) pear sister, how I wish that you Could always be so kind and true! I 'nr Queen la good to let me stay So near you every single day With all the help my wand can give. So you can learn to love and live. (Willing puts her fingers to her ear as through she heard a noise of someone coming. She dances light ly out of the shop Jus) as the cob bler enters.) COBBLER. (Puzzled.) This is certainly the queerest thin* I ever did see. Not one trace of that little girl- could we find. (He shuts his door, locks it. winds his clock.) ^ Folks would think me foolish (taps ^ his head) to say fairies have been in this room, but it certainly looks mighty like it. I’m surely able to start the New Year right. (Looks with pride around his shop.) Makes me f*el like wishing the whole world a Happy, Happy New Year, (Picks up his violin, turns toward the audience and begins playing “Long, Long Ago.” Curtain slowly falls while he is playing. (The End.) Note—Our new play, “Her Valen tine,*’ begins next Sunday. In Field and Stream.' Those who love and study birds closely are able to tell by the shape of their beaks just how they live and on what they feed. For in stance, the strong-hooked beak of a hawk shows that he catchesNhis animals to oat, while the long, nar row, sharp bill of a heron proves that he spears his prey often un der water. The beaks of the birds that wade and swim are soft, like leather. The woodcock's long beak is sensitive, so that he is able to feel the worms deep in the mud where they live. Since the cheery little warbler has” to pick tiny insects and eggs out of blossoms and from under leaves, his beak Is sharp-pointed, and the sharp-edged bill of a sparrow is to break open the hard shells of seeds. Why do you suppose a duck has such a wide beak with a strainer all around the edge? It is to 1st the water out while keeping food in. Whenever we see a spoon-shaped bill we know it is to scoop up food, and the thin, flat bill is given to a bird that has to poke for his food into narrow cracks. Birds’ tongues are just as queer as their beaks. The toijgue takes the place of a finger just as a beak takes the place of a hand. Since they are just as different one from another as the beaks, I will have to wait to tell you more about them some other Sunday. Your friend, UNCLE JOHN. John H. Ileys of New Bedford, Mass., does not like to see a dog hit or any other animal, such as cats, rabbits and squirrels. Ruby Morrow of Cape Girardeau, Mo., is a lover of birds apd animals and always watches the birds build their nests in the suuj»w The Guide Post to Good Books for Children Choose one of these books to read each week. Perhaps you had better out th# list out each time and take it with you to your city library. It is prepared for the Happyland boys and girls by Miss Alice M. Jordan, supervisor of children’s work. Ros lon public library. This week she suggests: Brooks, N.. “Boy-Settlers.” I-ansing, M. F., "Page, Esquire and Knight.” Mabie, H. W.. “Legends That Every Child Should Know'." Paine, A. B., “Hollow Tree and Deep Words Book.” Phillips, E. C„ “Little Friend Lydia.” Wiggin, K. IX, “Timothy's Quest.” Coupon for Happy Tribe. ^ Every boy and girl reader of Ill's 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 send ng a 2 cent stamp with your name, age and address with this aoupon. Address your letter to "Happy,” care' this paper. Over SO,000 members! Motto “To Make the World a Hap pier Place." Pledge "I promise to help some one every day. I will try to protect the birds and all dumb animals.”
