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About The Omaha morning bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 1922-1927 | View Entire Issue (July 1, 1923)
National Holiday You Love Comes This Week ONE of our best loved national holidays will be cele brated again this week. To every one the day should mean much more than Just enjoying the good times y u <£ that It brings. Those of you who have stlulled history P 1 know that in 1776 genera! congress adopted the resolution ** that "these United Colonies are and of right ought to be free and independent states." Among the patriotic statesmen at that wonderful gathering in Phila delphia was John Adams. It was he who said he tielieved that the Fourth of July would be celebrated by all future generations as the great anni versary festival. "It ought to he commemorated as the day of aolemn acts of devotion to Almighty Ood. It ought to be solemnized with shows, games, sports, guns, bells, bonfires and illuminations from one end of the country to the other and from this time forth forevermore." These words of Mr. Adams have all come true. Would you not like to have been in Philadelphia that summer day so long ago and stood with the great crowd Just without the state house. Waiting to hear that the resolutton of our independence had been adopted? In that eager crowd was one little l>oy in yellow breeches and a green coat whose father held him high on his shoulders. "WJien is the bell going to ring, father, when will It ring?" he would ask over and over. ■‘Soon, my lad, and may It bring the news that our beloved America Is to be a free country at last.” And then from the steeple the bell rang joyously It meant the bill had been passed. How the people shouted and sang! Many eyes were full of tears, hut they were happy tears because America was to be a free country, make her own laws and govern herself. The hell that pealed forth this news had l>een brought from London 83 yearn l>e!ore to the provincial assembly of Pennsylvania, if v«u ever go to Philadelphia you can see this famous old bell. It is no wonder we love It. for the message \ J - of Independence it brought that July day so long J t \ ago is our dearest country's treasure \ ■ \J UNCLE PETER HEATHEN Synopsis. I'nrle Peter mmeii to lire in the home ml tho Treveflys twine. I'rodenee and rotienee. Ileenune he in tMirir. the twins, with threw of their slrt friends, form n mimtowsry mel*r »*? •?°5l him n. their “hrwtheo" Each In to look wfter nome port of hln wnffnee. P,...lrwM choose. hln hnwllh: Pollen, e. hln rloi hen: Kn-hwel. hln morn In: Jnnr. bin edwenllon. ud Rwth. bin smitse mentn. Peril xtrt rowooU on Hl» prajh ip< end they enen so to thrlr dnoelns tenehee to nnk If I wrto Peter may J-ln their dwaeins clam. After sainlws wlss Betsey's roonent. tho went Impoetnot point In which oao nhall tell lorle now no oh with nir. stoht ICwwtlnnrd from lent Sunday.t “Do yon suppose dancing will hurt his morals?" asked Rachel. "If you think so, then I ought to talk to him before anybody else. Per haps I had better come over early this evening and tell him " “It's part of a child’s education to l«arn to dance, isn’t It?" de manded Jane. ”1 ought to tell him right away that we are doing it to help his education so he’ll pay better attention to what the teacher Bays. I guess I’ll go home with you and talk to him.” "It seems to me that it has more to do with his amusements than anything else,1' was the nutet re mark of Ruth. "It’s not like going to school and learning to spell. It’ll be fun for him. and so I suppose I ought to tell him the first thing in the morning. If I told him tonight It might get him so excited It would keep him awoke.” She spoke ns though her plan would settle the matter. "I guess we’d better run a race to see who gets to tell," suggested Prudence. "We'll all stand In a row, count three and then scoot and who ever reaches the corner first will be the one to tell l?ncle Peter and give him the ticket.” All agreed to this proposition and the girls were careful to line up evenly, much to the amusement of the passers-by. "One — two — three — go!" they shouted In concert and off they starter!, almost knocking over an old lady In their mad rush. Kach child longed In her heart to bear the news and so she ran her best. Con stant exercising had put Prudence In good training for the ordeal she hail suggested. She easily outdis tanced the others and reached the coveted goal, breathless, her cheeks and eyes glowing. Detecting a shadow of disappoint ment on the faces of the others, she said generously. "Of course. I’ll tell him that we planned It together and that you will all talk to him tomor row shout It,” With this the rest felt they must be contented, for they had ngroed to the eontest and •Prudence won. That evening she was so silent at dinner that Aunt flnllle glanced at her several tlmea. She believed she recognised the signs Indicating that something unusual waa brewing To bo sure, she had experienced no ser ious difficulty since the dlahending 11 the Co-Hawks. In the light of certain experiences of the past she never felt absolutely safe. "Are you not feeling well, dear?" she asked, when the child refused a second helping of a favorite dish. "Yes, auntie, otily I—I'm Just thinking so hard that I am not very hungry." At these words Miss Sal lie felt more uneasy than ever. Prudence longed to break the news to ITnele Peter In the most ef fective manner possible. She finally decided to tell him after he had gone to lied. About 15 minutes be fore their usual hour for retiring she whispered to him to go to bed at once that she might have a lit tle longer to talk with him. I’nrle Peter laughed, but in a few minutes he rose "Well, folks. I am so tired I think I will go to bed a little early So good night, all' Are you coming soon. Prudence? You may find me asleep If you do not." "I'll lie there In five minutes." She gave a meaning glance at Pa tience. When she starred upstairs Aunt Snllie cautioned. "You heard what I'ncle Peter said. dear, that he was very tired'- Do not bother him.” I'ncle Peter was in bod ind wait ing for the rhild. but to tease her he feigned aIseep. She bent over him and looked senrchingly into hts closed eyes. "Oh. dearie." she whis pered. "Wake up' Wake up' I have the most wonderful news for you.” He opened Ills eyes and laughed. "Is It to be another secret. Pru dence? Koch night when I go to bed I wonder what lovely thing can happen on the morrow. Tt seems to rne every day something doe* hap t»cn to mnke my heart sing and It's all because of you missionaries.'' Then she was glad that she had what seemed to her so dear a thing to tell him She perched on the side of the bed. taking his hand Into hers nnd stroking it gently. "ITnele l*eter. you never could guess this surprise in a thousand years, perhap* not In two thou sand " Conrrtsht. 1»|3 (Centlone* Next Sonde) ) Iva McCnnn of Afton. Ia . haa a birthday November ( and would like to hear from other members who have the name birthday. Lucy Lewis of St. I-otila, Mo., la chief of their tribe and they ilroaa like Indiana and have great fun. Another ff'ay to Be a Good Go-Hawk Every Oo-Itawk should try to ahnw hla gratitude that he llvea In free America by sharing hla own Fourth of July cele bration with aome other child who la not aide to buy flre crackera. Hetnemher, thla la an other way nt proving you are "a good Oo llawk.” I Weather. Fire Cracker Showers hi HjtpfO land. One of our Iowa Go-Hawks. Gill more 8. Phipiw, has sent me a drawing for a Fourth of July can non. His directions are as follows: "Take a piece of wood five inches long and one Inch thick. Pore a hole in the center of end and round end off. Take a cop ing saw and make two wheels one half inch thick and two and a half inches across. Bore a hole In the center of wheels, also in the middle of your cannon. Put wire through holes and twist wire. Then put a stand on it. Take a spool and nail it on. as you see in the picture, so you can point the cannon as you like." Perhaps others of you may like to follow Oillmore's plan. PETER. A Go-Hawk tribe in Massachu setts likes this recipe: Norwegian Prune Pudding. One half cup of prunes, two cups of cold water, one cup of sugar, one and one half cups boiling water, one teaspoon lemon Juice, rind of half a lemon, a pinch of cinnamon, one third cup of cornstarch. Pick over and wash the prunes. Then soak them for one hour in cold water. Boll until soft in the water in which they have lieen soaking. After taking from stove, remove the stones. Add the sugar, lemon Juice, rind, cinnamon and boiling water and simmer 15 min utes. Mix cornstarch with enough cold water to pour easily. Add .o the cooked prune mixture and cook for five minutes. Pour in a mold and chill. Serve writh cream or whipped cream. POl.LT. Field and F orost. Kor a long time we have been studying birds together and I have tried to tell you the things that I have learned In the big wood* that are all about my little home. Now I want to help you learn more of the tree* about you, that you may think of them a* your friend*. One of my tree friend* that I love best is a very old white oak and it is shading me today as 1 write to you. All winter this tree was gray, bare of leave* and dressed in pale scaly hark. Us limbs are twisted and its branches end In dense thick et* of twigs, hitch twig bears the winter buds, five at the tip of every one. It was interesting to watch these buds open in the early spring and out of each cotr.e a leafy shoot. At the base were the yellow fringe*! ratkina. All summer the leaves will be green, with pale pink linings, and then, when you are ready for school again they will turn to^a rich purplish red. Busy little squirrels will lie watching for the acorns to fait, that they may gather and hlilo them away for win ter use. Perhaps they will forget to eat some of them next winter. If they do, those scorns will sprout next spring and In a few years be com# sturdy young trees This Is the reason you find oak trees way off by themselves growing all alone. When you see one you wonder how It came there If he could talk. Mr. Squirrel would give you the aaawer Just sa well a* I’Nci.r jomn FAIR,Y„CRO|TOj PLAY^i By EMI LIE BLACKMORL ST AFP mn4 ELEANOR CAMERON Picking Berries. (Continued From Last Sunday ) BETTY. (Finishing her treat and joining playfully in this new game.) And—Min Gauxy Wings—I thank you. too. (Turning to the others and speak ing seriously.) Now. wouldn't tt be dear If there really was a little fairy to hear ua? MARGIE. (Quickly and indignantly.) There fa a fairy around here. There is. really and truly. I know there la. My heart can Jut feel her. BETTY. (Lovingly.) _ Maybe there la. Margie I shouldn't wonder If there were, of course, she would whimper tt to a dear little giri like you. JACK (Putting the two 'pails and the basket in a straight row and pointing to them I Behold, ma'am, your humble servant haa filled your paila and basket. Will you not let him Unger to rest In this beautiful forest place* Gaae on yon der sky. It is not yet lata. (With change of manner.) Let's play a wh.la BETTY. (Looking at the sky earnestly.) It's really later than It looks (Point ing • The sua la starting to go down (Hesitatingly). Still f think we might stay long enough for just one game. JACK. Goody Come on then. Margie. Let's play t*g. iThe children have a lively game of tag until they are so tired and out of breath they have to sit down and cool off.) JACK. (Picking up a big piece of bark and fanning himself briskly.) Whew' Ira hat! It's getting hotter and better vvery minute! MARGIE. (Eagerly I Let's play store Betty—rit ha yowr little girt and Jack caa he the store keeper • (The children jump up and ruu hastily about, chooaing the place for the store and the home, and gathering things to put on the counters. They do not notice the deepening twilight.) JACK. Margie, you go aver there where »otsr home is. and pick some be cries Then I will come along pretty soon and hue them from you (Margie start* to obey, but stop* a* she sees the gathering darkness.) MARGIE. OO-oo I don’t want to ro over tb-ra alt alone Its too—too shady. (Looking around shrinkinglv, she runs to Betty and pulls at her arm.) MARGIE. (Imploringly.) Betty. Betty. I want to go home. Please—please. take me to mother. BETTY. (Much startled to see bow late it ha* become.) Why. Jock—it's almost dark. Wo forgot and styed too long. X had no idea It was nearly night—like this (She goes to the edge of the for est and looks up at the sky.) It Isn’t so very late either It’s dark because a storm Is coming up Hurry. flet the baskets. We must go Just as fast as we can. Mother will be wor ried. Come on—quickly—or we will gee wet (She pick* up her pail of berries and takes Margies hand, leaving Jack in follow with the other pail and the basket. They go ol^lo tha left and. as the sound of their voices dies away. Fairy Wilful creeps out from her hiding place, but hurries away again as eh« hears the children returning. They come hastily back to the center of the open place where they stop un certain which direction to take l BETTY. 1 know this Is not the way wv ram in here It must be off ia this direc tion Come on. Jack, it’s retting darker and darker. • (To Margie, who starts to whim per I Don’t rry. dear W« will noon bn home with mother Lot's try this path. It looks like t he right one to roe (They leave the clearing on the opposite side, only to return and stand helplessly searching for a bet ter way out I JACK (Pointing > There’s another road going off hers Betty. See that hollow stump? I be- . lleve we passed that on oar way. ra sure this Is right. Hurry* (The three hurry off. but are soon forced to come back to where they started By this time Margie is cry ing from cold and fright Betty leans down to gather her ciosely ia her arms.l (Continued Next Sunday ) s^Viny w TAD dTALES E- .£il_ Mr. Everett is a very solemn looking man and not a favorite with the children of the neighbor hood One day Robert was watch ing him pass and, turning to his mother, he said: "Mother, I guess he’s gald he's sad.''’ Peter and Polly and their little cousin. Rose, came over to see me yesterday and tell me what they had and hoped to buy for Fourth of July. I am going to tell you about it in a little rhyme. The blanks are to be Ailed in by the names of the Fourth of July thing* and will rhyme with the word at the end of the line above them Mere we go— Pretty little 4 year Rose Want* many, many - Peter wishes that hi* pockets Were large enough to hold - Polly was in Quite a funk Because she could not And her - Peter hia Joy could not conceal Because he'd bought a big - None of them you would call ■'alack era” In the purchase of - - •'If there t# any person to whom you feel a dislike, that is the per win of s tnim you ought never to speak '■ The Guild Post to Good Books for Children Choose one at these hook* to read each week. Perhaps you had bet ter cut the list out each time and take it with you to your city library. It is prepared for the Hsppyland boys and girls by Miss Alice M. Jordan, supervisor of chil dren’s work. Boston public library. This week ahe'suggests Balkie. James. “Ancient Egypt." Bishop. J. B. (editor), “Theodora Roosevelt's Letter* to .His Chil dren." Jacobs. Joseph. "Celtic Fairy Talea" Mabie. H. W„ "Heroines Every Child Should Know ’’ Marshall, B, "Cedric the Fop ester." White. 8. B , “Daniel Boone, Wil derness Scout." Coupon far Happy Tribe. Every hoy and girl reader of this paper who wishes to Join the Qo-Hawka Happy Triba of which James Whitcomb Riley was the first Big Chief, css secure his of ficial button by sending a I-cent stamp with your name, age and address with this coupon Address your letter to "Happy,” care this taper. Over tO.OOO members.' Matte "To Make the World a Hap pier Place." Pledge "I promise to help some one every day. I will try to protect the hint* and all dumb animaia ~