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A SNOW MAN <b€.T3 TOO HOT. 0V Wrt.OONAHey.
IT WAS certainly a cold day. Even Tilly Titter, the English sparrow, said it'was cold,
.although she was wearing several feathered petticoats that puffed her up until she
waddled when she walked. In spite of the cold the Teenie Weenies had spent most
of tho morning playing in the snow. They had built a snow man, and such a funny
looking man, too. He was almost seven inches tall; his eyes, teeth and nose were made out
of tiny hits of coal, and the Teenio Weenies found a cork out of an ink bottle which they
put on his head for a hat. The Dunce stuck a straw in his mouth, and the little people
thought they had never seen such a funny snow man. The Teenie Weenies played until
the Cook called them to lunch and after they had eaten their fill of boiled rice and cglamcd
hickory nut they were quite content to sit by the warm stove and rest. Having been out
in the cold, fresh air morning, they soon grew drowsy, and in a few minutes most of the
little folks were nodding and yiinking much as though the Sand Man had been around.
Presently there was a peculiar knock at the door. It was a heavy knock, although it
was wonderfully soft.
"Come in, please,” said the Lady of Fashion, who sat nearest the door.
There was a great deal of fumbling at the‘tiny latch, but presently the door was
pushed open and a white face, with coal black eyes, peered Into the room.
“Why, it’s the snow man!” gasped the Lady of Fashion.
“Phew!” gasped the Snow Man. “My word, hut ii^s hot and stuffy in ltere. Why
don’t you come out*and play? It’s nice and cold outdoors.” -
“I’ll come!” cried the Lady of Fashion. “Wait until I get my hat and coat.”
“I’ll come, too!” “And me!” "I’ll go!” shouted several of the Teenie Weenies,
scurrying around in search of their coats and hats. In a few seconds several of the
little folks ran out Into t®«- yard, where they found the Snow Man sucking an icicle.
“Freeze me, if I wouldn’t like to bite this icicle,” lie said. "But these soft coal
teeth I've got won't stand it."
“Let's dance. I'll play on jny flute for you!" cried the Turk, as he pulled a tiny
reed flute out of his pocket.
"Oh. shucks!” said the Snow Man, shaking his head rather doubtfully. “I shouldn’t
dunce. Makes me awful hot. When I get overheated I melt.”
"Oh. come on. The exercise Is good for you," shouted the Turk, and he began to
play "The Lady of Fashion Walts.”
The Teenie Weenies were soon swinging around in the snow to the music, and pro
esntly the Snow Man began to shuffle his feet. The Turk kept on playing louder and faster
until the Snow Man was bounding into the air and performing the most remarkable dance
the Teenie Weenies had ever seen. He danced on and on ns the little people gathered
about him, but soon he began to wobble In a most peculiar way. The pcrsplratoin ran off
of him in n stream and presently an eye and three teeth fell out.
"You're melting. Snow Man; you’re melting!” cried the Lady of Fashion.
At that minute the Snow Man gave a great jump into the air, and when he came down
his right leg crumpled up, spilling the poor fellow on to the ground.
"Oh, dear!” cried the Snow Man, looking terribly distressed. "I'm—I’m nil wot. Why
—why, I’m melting! Quick, get an icicle; get an armful of bjjcles and stuff 'em down on
my back,” but the words were scarcely out of bis mouth wheri his cheek slid off his face.
"O-o-o-o-oh! He's melting! He's melting!" screamed the Lady of Fashion ns she Jumped
to her feet and looked wildly about.
What in the name of common sense is the matter with you?” cried the General, leap
ing out of his comfortable chair beside the stove and catching the little lady by the arm.
"Who's melting? What's the trouble?”
"I—T—I must have been dreaming," answered the Lady of Fashion, rubbing her eyes.
“I dreamed the Snow Man had danced so hard that—that he had overheated himself and
had melted.” and running to the door, she looked out towards the place where the Teenio
Weenies had built the snow man that morning.
"Yes, he's there!" cried the little lady, joyfully. "Thank goodness, it was only a
dream."
• ** (Copyright, 1923.)
Letters from Little Folks of Happyland
(Prize.)
The Go-Hawk Christmas.
Cap, a large Water Spaniel, with
eyes so big and kind they seemed
to talk to you, was waiting impa
tiently for his little master Hyle, to
finish his breakfast, so that they
could go on with their plans. The
plans ran like this: The day before.
Hyle and his mother had gathered
up many of Hyle's toys that he did
not play with any more, to take to
the poor children who did not get
many toys. They were going to tie
them onto Hyle's big sled and Cap
was going to pull them all the way.
Their plans went fine, but Cap was
so anxious to get into the sled har
ness, that he upset all the toys, and
delayed their good errand. But lie
payed for it by going and gathering
up his bones he had buried and giv
ing them to the poor stray dogs and
eats. So that shows that both Cap
and Hyle were good Go-Hawks.
Itoberta Tracy, 130G Pari; avenue,
l'remonf, Neli.
--
First I-eller.
Hear Happy: I wish to join the
Go Hawks, the Happy Tribe. 1 am
sending a 2-cent stump and the
coupon. I hope to get my button
soon. This is the first time I ever
wrote to you. I have one dog named
Duke anil some pigeons that will
ent out of my hand. I am 9 years
old. I will close.—Joey Krejei,
Crete, Neb.
lias Pet Cat.
Dear Happy—1 am sending my
coupon and a 2-cent stamp lor my
button, which I hope will come soon.
I promise to he kind to .all dumb
animals and birds. I read the stories
of the Happy la nd every Sunday. I
have a cat. His name is Nigger. In
my ne^t letter 1 will tell tne folks
that read th - Happyland news about
my cat.—Marion Walt, age 9, Su
perior, Nt b.
Second Letter.
Dear Happy—I received my pin
and I like it very much. This is my
second letter to you. I think I will
write a story next time. I wish
some of the readers would write to
me. My letter is getting long, so
will (dose. Tours truly. Flora bed
Miller, age 9, Dallas, South Dakota.
x A Header.
Pear Happy—I am an interested
reader of your page and wish very
much to become a member. I am
13, and X am in the eighth grade.
There arc 400 students in the high
•school building of which I am a
member. AA'e have received our re
ports twice and my lowest grade
was 94. Quite grand isn't it. I was
one of the pupils that had atiove
95 for their six-weeks average.
X had a very merry Christmas and
received many pretty gifts.
AA'e have but one pet, a dog
named Ted. He is 10 years old.
Getting quite aged, isn't he?
I am a member of Uncle Ross’
club and have been for three years.
' 1 hope I may become a member of
your Happy Tribe, as it is nice to
correspond with both papers and
members. XCnclosed will find a two
cent stamp.—Sincerely yours, Hor
tense Hnlbert. 506 Front street,
Hlalr, Neb
Tiny.
Pear Happy—I wish to become a
no-Hawk. I have a little dog named
Tiny. She is 13 years old. She i«
very smart and she likes candy
and all things sweet. She plays
ball. She sits up and begs. My letter
is getting long, so I must close.—
Chandler Derby, age 8, Omaha, Neb.
Second Letter.
This is my second letter. 1 re
ceived my pin and I wear it every
day. I have a dog for a pet. I
used to have a pig but it was sold
which I did not like very well.
AA'hen you would go in the pen
where he was he would come up to
you and if you would take a cob
and scratch him he would lay down.
I had several cats on the farm. I
would like to have some of the mem
bers of Happyland write to me and
1 will write to them.—Eva Arbuckle,
Dnx 59?, Gibbon, Neb.
fiOst the Huttop
Dear Happy: I already belong
to the Tribe, but lost my button
while in Scotland. I am 8 1-2 years
old, and do some good turn every
day. I will be obliged if you semi
another button. This is my third
letter to you—Alister Finlnyson.
Omaha,
Ruth's Kiltie.
Ruth had a kittie.
That was very pretty.
It would play with her.
And when she would pet it, It
would purr.
When Kittie watched a bird
She wouldn't say a word.
When Kittie chased a mouse
Ruth would go in the house.
When Kittie was in the barn.
There wasn't any harm,
Kittie liked to watch the cows.
Watch their funny, funny
mouths.
Trene Pedersen, age 10. Marsland,
Xeb.
First Fetter.
Dear Happy: I would indeed lie
glad to join your club. I am en
i losing two l eent stamps and cou
pon. for which I w ish to receive my
Co Hawk pin. I read the letters
that the Hit tie Folks of Jlappyland
write, anil I think they are splen
did. I am 13 years old and In the
eighth grade. 1 have one sister anil
one brother. My sister's name Is
Erma and her age is 9 years. My
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