Boy Wishes Happyland Page Every Day
{ i~T WISH we could have a big Happyland page every day,” writes one
I of the Go-Hawks, and when Happy read that letter she wished
* so, too, because there is never room enough nor time to tell you
of all the ne% tribes forming and the beautiful deeds of kindness, all
helping to make the name, Go-Hawk, so much loved. That is, after all,
what counts most. »
”1 love being a Go-Hawk,” writes Caroline McBride of Renssalaer
Fails, N. Y., and many children will call, "We do .too.”
Alex Kelso of Campbell Hill, 111., sends word that he has 10 friends
who want to have a tribe. Good news comes to Happyland from Bald
Knob, W. Va., where Mr. J. E. Cook's Sunday school class of 1 I boys
' and girls from 12 to 16 wish to be Go-Hawks and do their share.
Barbara Thurston of Worcester, Mass., has a tril>c of 10, among
whom she is known as “Chief Blue Jacket.” They keep a record of all
their kind deeds, for which the members are given honor beads, raul
Dierdorf and four young friends, who live on Ontario street in Syracuse,
N. Y., have had many good times during the spring, for they have a
small tribe of their own. I.ois_Eaton and her tribe of six girls in Free
dom, X. II., report much pleasure In jnaklng scrap books for children's
hospitals, sending greetings to people who are ill. They are also trying
their best to keep up well in their grades at -School. Isn't that a fine
record? There is a merry little band in Woodford, Ok)., of which Mrs.
Richard Johnson is the guardian. Iowa Go Hawks are forming many
new tribes these days and so are Nebraska and
Colorado. Indiana and Ohio just call. “Watch
Ts.” and that means more good news is on the
way to
" n—rjftuwi'* _ . ~~~
UNCLE PETER HEATHEN
- --raKawMi. ' "-~
Synopsis*
rude Peter comes to lire at the home
«f the TrtWellyn twins. Prudence and
Patience. Because he is lonely, the
twins, with three of their girl friends,
form r\ missionary society and adopt
hlin a* their “heathen/* Kach Is t«
I* ok after some part of his welfare.
Prudence chooses his health; Patience.
It is clothes: Rachel, his morals: Jane,
his education, and Ruth, his amuo-'
incuts. Returning home early one af
teuoon from his work at the uni
versity, iTofroor Trevellyn finds Ph
lienee asleep In his study. Several weeks
•*f illness follow, but as Patience grows
I* vfer she Inis great fun. planning her
"Working Girls*’* picnic. The gue*t
list include** her nurse, the cook, Mar
tha: the sewing girl, the hairdresser,
v ho dianmoo* her hair, and the wash
woman, Mrs. Flaherty.
NO GO ON WITH THR STORY.
(Continued from Last Sunday)
Professor Trevellyn had a small
s ove set up. and rugs, pillows and
< ishions were carried out. Invita
tions were extended to all women
who worked for the family, in what
ever capacity. Lest they might feel
i hey could not afford to give their
time for the pleasure of her niece.
Miss Sallie paid to each her full
day's wages. They were all fond of
Patience and came to the picnic
eager to contribute a share toward
tier happiness. They did not pre
u od to understand wby they were
tiie chosen guests, but they were
none the less appreciative of the
fact.
Patience ami tho nurse did not
go to the picnic grounds until »11
had assembled. While waiting for
their hostess the washwoman ex
plained with embarrassment that
-he had been so “bothered" for she
liad nothing appropriate to wear.
She believed that tho'Seamstress, at
least, must recognize the fact that
one of the guests was not arrayed
in the height of fashion.
So immaculately clean was the
washwoman's dress that the hair
- dresser and tho seamstress felt they
owed her an apology, for they had
worn theirs all week. Clothes did
not trouble the cook so much, hut
she simply could not take her eyes
from the, wondrous locks of the
hairdresser. It seemed to her that
she would not bave lived in vain
if she could hut learn to do her hair
in similar fashion.
They had a.ll been in tho employ
of Miss Rallle for some time, so
were sufficiently familiar with one
Coupon for
Happy Tribe.
Every boy and girl reader of
thla 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.nB a 2-cent stamp with
your name, age and address with
this coupon. Address your letter
to "Happy,” care this paper.
Over 80,000 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.”
another's connection with the fam
ily to overlook their difference In
social position. For one day at
least the washwoman was on an
equal footing with the others.
When Patience came the doors
were then closed and the picnickers
left undisturbed. They gathered
about her affectionately, telling her
how happy they were to be her
guests and entering with the zest
of children Into the games that had
been arranged.
"Aren't we having a grand
time?" remarked the cook to every
one in general.
"Sure an’ It's an oxpicious occa
sion, all right," t plied Mrs. Flah
erty, whose face was quite red from
her unwonted romping.
While each voiced her sense of
gratitude in a different manner, all
were equally as appreciative of the
tender thought of the child and did
her best to entertain the others.
At noon a cloth was spread and
the baskets unburdened of their de
licious contents. Since it was a pic
nic the guests felt they might eat
all they wished, especially as their
hostess was so Insistent and passed
everything over and over. Ry 3
o'clock Patience began to show
signs of fatigue and the nurse sug
gested she had better return to the
house to rest.
"There is Just one thing I would
like to do first.” she whispered to
the nurse. "I want to sing a few
war songs together. Will you please
bring out the song book father gave
me?”
When the book was brought the
guests w»re requested to gather
round their hostess and Join In the
singing. To do so did not worry the
seamstress, who was a member of
her church choir, but the cook was
accustomed to singing only In
Swedish, her native tongue. The
washwoman was "that flustered,”
as she afterward expressed It, that
she could scarcely rend the words.
(Copyright by Dsvld McKay. All rights
reserved. Primed by permission amt
special arrangements with David Mr
Kay Publishing company )
(Continued Next Sunday)
POLLY’S „
S8§M
Two or three of Peter's friends
were here last evening "listening In"
on his new radio, so I made them
a new kind of fudge.
CHOCOLATE FL'DQK.
Two cups of sugar.
One cup of milk.
Two tablespoons butter.
One teaspoon vanilla.
Four tablespoons cocoa.
Boil sugar, cocoa and milk to
gether until when you drop a little
from a spoon In cold water It will
form a soft ball. Remove from the
fire and add butter and vanilla. Beat
until It Is thick and creamy. Pour
quickly Into a greased pan. When
firm cut In squares.
The boys seemed to like this fudge
all right, as they ate every bit of it.
1’OLLV.
"The v;crld is a looking glass,
Whereii ourselves are shown—
We canBot change the world a whit.
Only onpnlveg who look In it."
This week I made several tops for
wine of the boys In our neighbor
hood, all of whom are spinning tops
and playing marbles these days. To
make this spiral top you must have
a rone shaped piece of spool, a pencil
and a carboard disk. Make your
disk first and fill in the alternate
rings with either black ink or water
color, then cut out the disk. Pierce
a hole through the exact center to
fit over the pencil end and giue me
under side to the top of the cone
shaped piece of bpooI. To spin the
top. hold the upper part of the
pencil between your hand< with
your palms together. Slide your
hands back and forth, first slowly
and then rapidly. Release It so
that it will drop squarely upon its
point. Your friend, rETER.
Another Way to Be
a Good Go-Hawk
A good Go-Hawk reads and
enjoys good books. When so
many fine books are close at
hand, often in your own home
and always in your town or
city library, why waste your
time or thoughts on silly, poor
ly written stories? Choose your
books carefully as you would
your friends, and our Guide
Post will help you. Ro, remem
ber this way to he a good Go
Hawk.
gjpxiNY
“ TAD -
&TALE S(?
—:-w
Little Marian and Charles were
playing out in the yard when a
feather came fluttering across the
grass. Maiian picked it up. and,
running to her mother, said:
"Oh, mother, look! 1 found the
leaf of a chicken!"
One Sunday 4 year old fleorge
went with his mother and some
friends to see a baptism in the Kpis
copal church, lie was very much
interested in the ceremony and when
they returned home was telling the
rest of the family about it.
"My, 1 wish you could have seen
them advertising Baby Paul," ho
exclaimed.
|_gy B1LLV SQUIRREL i
Spell dried grass will! three let
ters.
Answer—HAT.
Spell hard water with three let
ter*.
Answer—ICE.
THE GUIDE POST
To
Good Books for Children.
Choose on# of these books to read
each week. Perhaps you had better
cut the list nut em h time and take
if with you to your city library. It
is prepared for the Happylatul boys
and girls by Miss Alice M. Jordan,
supervisor of children’s work. Ilos
ton Public l.lbrury. Tills week she
suggests:
Brown, A. F, "In the Days of
Giants."
Collins, A. F., "Sentinel* of Our
Coast.”
Ewing, J. If., "Jackanapes.”
Hopkins. W. J., "The Sandman;
fils Ship Htorli s.”
•Perry. W. H„ "With Astir Olrges
in Egypt."
Pyle. Howard, '‘ilohln ll' id.”
FAIRY„GR
PLAYS
By EMIIJE BEACHMOKE STAFF and ELEANOR CAMERON
Fairy Wilful was banished from
Fairyland to wander about the
earth until her hard little heart was
softened. She was much surprised
to find the earth children had
troubles, too, and she often wished
her magic wand had not lost Its
power. In our April play in the
Fairy Grotto of HAPPY’LAND she
overhears Mary Jane and Richard
telling each other how disappointed
they had been in the gifts they had
received rather than the things
they wanted so much. The name
of the play is
-HER PINK PARASOL."
(Continued from Last Sunday)
RICHARD.
(Musingly.)
I rue** parents ar® getting more and
more #• i.Aible all the time. They ore
no busy nowadays they never s*ern to
think of things Just for fun. (Jumps
up > I almost forgot—I came over to
ask you to go to the store with me.
f.ea's your old—excuse me?—X mean
your new—umbrella here.
MARY JANE.
'All smiles as she Jumps up.)
Gocd-by. lltll* old black umbrella!
You csn stay home 'cause you're not
pink and pretty as you should be, and
bo you can t go with us when the sun
is shining. Good-by. I say!
(Children leave Garden, right stage.)
FAIY WILFUL.
(Rises suddenly from behind a
rose bu*h, where she bad been con
cert fed. She has heard the conversa
tion of the children.)
Stsma to me there's always something
the matter. The children h*re in th*
Ranhworld never know how well off
they are.
(Sits down on bench near the um
brella. Picks It up and look* at It
curiously.
To h*nr Mary Jan* talk. T supposed
that you were very. VERY »a!y You rs
NOT1 You are Just aort of dull look
ing Wh'-rt I cams from we never had
any umbrella*. If R rained in Fairy
land we Just sat under a toadstood till
It stopped, and that was all there whs
shout it. Toadstood# ar* much nicer.
They grow- all along the way, and %o
you never have to bother to carry any
thing like this around.
(Looks at umbrella in her hand )
NO, INDEED!
(Leans back on the settle a* if
urea.)
1 like It here !n th!t garden.
(Glances a.l>out her ami then
ik-wn at her broken wand.)
I am an tired of you—yon silly,
broken wen*!! You never can do *nj
thing when I want you tol
(Wilful Jumps down from the scat
to touch the toadstool.)
If this old wand were rwot broken I
#ould turn you Into a pink parasol —
• ulcVer—oh, quicker than a bird can
f >—and y ou. old wheelbarrow.
• Hhe walks closer to the wheel
barrow ami raps it.)
I'd make you into a bicycle for th*
boy ni hard My! If l COULD do thc~*
• hinge, wouldn’t it ma^e these funny
*-arih children open their e>*-a wide?
< Wistfully.) I WISH I could, nut It's no
use for even a fairy to «>h anything
with a wand like th'.a T »»n going, for
I do not want to see 'Mary Jane come
ha* k to this umbrella when she docs so
want a pink parasol. Poor little girl! I
must o* getting sort of funlich running
around ih.a Farthworld. but I supposed
no on* ever had any troubles here, and
I am always finding some one who
• crus my help If I could only give It.
(Fairy Wilful picks up the um
brella an^ looks at It meditatively.)
You s»e, little umbrella. no one
thought ine good for anything In k’alry*
laud—perhaps 1 wasn't. tHIowly.) My
• «ter. Willing, and our queen would
laugh If they could hear me way I
would Itk.- to turn you or that toad-tool
Into a oink parasol. .
(Puts umbrella gently down and
glances about the garden as though
sorry to tear herself away.)
This IS a pretty garden and I hats
to leave It. hut 1 most. •
(Starts to go.)
! knovr what I'll do. I’ll took all
around and ace if I cannot f ud a pretty
pink parasol Surely there 's ore some
where In (hit Id* place. That’s a good
thought! I'll hurry!
(She claps hor hands anti runs
gayly off. Wilful had no sooner
gone than Fairy Willing, all smiles
and jnyousness* dances In from
left stage. As she skips about she
touches the toadstool lightly with
her wand—who rises and joins
her.)
(Continued- Next Sunday)
In Field and Forest.
What pood friends the birds are
to usl They may not Know how
much they are really doing when
-enrobing each day from early to
late for the food they need and like.
That food la nearly always the cater- .
pillar* that eat JJio leave* off our » |
tree*, the worm* that get Into our
lierries and apple*, the beetles that
spoil the rosea and potatoes, and
all other wot;ma and grubs that gar
deners and farmers are so busy
fighting.
Since they are *uch splendid help
ers In destroying all these creature*
that bother us. It makes us feel
ready to forgive them for some
times wanting to katt a share of
our green peas and hi i11*8. It , 1
has ls»en proved over and ov»r by \
men who ace making a deep study
of the subject that the birds eat far
more of the things we do not wish
to keep than those that w» want
them to leave alone.
Take, for Instance, the < hlckadee.
that likes heat to eat the eggs of
canker worms. They a^li cat a*
many as 2f»0 eggs each meal, se veral
times a day. These are the worms
that destroy the apples you love.
Robins and catbirds like to eat th* x
. utworms which destroy grass and
plants, and fli* kers enjoy e iting
ants.
OwL* and hawk* cat the mice,
mound squirrels and gophers, all of
which are pests to the farmer. Her
ons, gulls and other water bird*
the waste, matter thrown up on
lenshure or found floating on the
water.
If we make friends with the birds
ami protect them we will find how
many ways they will help us. This
Sunday I have told you of their help
In destroying animal life. Next
Sunday I Will tell you of other ways
they hate of proving their friend
ship Your rXi’Mj JOHN.
Kuia Aouff of St. Genevlrve. Mo.,
1-ha built a Utile wren house of four
room* and 1a always kind to ani
mals.
WKATIIKK
Itain Awaken* Mower*
In Happy land.
THE SINGING DELL
PUSSY WILLOW WAY
By IIAPPY
DEAR Pussy Willows In your
tree.
Mow very happy you must be,
With robins nesting close to you
J In branches, where the st irs thine
r through.
Tnu'vo crept out in your coats of
gray,
For that's your pussy willow way
Of telling all the world It's spring,
Winn April cries while robins sing
