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About The Omaha morning bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 1922-1927 | View Entire Issue (July 8, 1923)
r Every Mail Brings Word of New Tribes. ID you ever stop to think that each time a new branch of the Happy Tribe is formed it means more and more Go-Hawks, who will try to be loyal to our pledge and motto? This is the reason ft is always good news to hear of new tribes. Faye Fountain of Colman, S. D., wrote for memberships for 11 of her friends. Not long after came news of new tribes In West Point, Cedar Falls and Livermore, ^a., every one of which is doing fine work this sum mer. Raymond Hogan of Lawrence, Maas., w'ritcs Happyiand that every ond of his tribe of five has done something to help animals and older peo ple. They have found all the people grateful, he says. Two boys, Irving and Ross Black, who live in Oaklyn, N. J., were made glad because their grandmother wrote to Happyiand and asked that they might become Go-Hawks. The Choctaw Happy Tribe is a band of Go-Hawks living in Clayton, Okl. From George McElroy of Sedalia, Mo., comes word of his tribe of seven, While Jean Oramb of Kirkesville, Mo., has a tribe of 10 Go-Hawks. In Allston, Mass., lives Mabel Sawln, who has „ a tribe of eight. Elmer Hosslnger of St. Louis sends Happyiand word that his tribe of 15 children are all trying hard to keep the motto and pledge. These are but a few of the many good reports that daily reach Happyiand from all directions. This is the reason July will surely show a big gain in membership. Each week share your Happyiand page with some friend. That is a good way to help. UNCLE PETER-HEATHEN » SVNOPS1S. I »rlr Peter roam to lire hi home <»f the Trevelli n twin*. Pruilenee anil Patience. Brennan he In lonely, thn twin* with three of their «lrl friend* form n mlneinnnry noelrty and adopt him h» their ••henlhrn.” Koch * to look Mflrr worn© of hi* wrlfarr. Prudence ehnnnen hi* health: Patience, hit elntlien; Rachel. Ida moral*; June, Ida education, and Kuth, hi* nmnae menta. Inch olfl renarla hia ororrea* and they even to to their dancins tracli-r In nak If he may Join their danciiiK rlana. After ttainlait Mia* Kfl»e> a consent the ndaainnnrlea run a rare to deeld* which one la to tell I'ncle Peter nnd Prudence win*. After he ha* rone to bed ahe ane* in and tells him ahr ha* a wonderful *urprl** for him. (.VOW'. GO OS WITH THE STORY) (Continued from last Sunday.) ‘ Then there is not the-Joust bit of use for me to try. Do please tell me as fast as you can.” he coaxed. ”1 don’t seem to be able to stand waiting long to hear secrets. Perhaps I had better talk to Rachel about It. I suppose she ‘would call it ’Impatience’." “Maybe It's that same old covet ’ng," suggested the child, "only in 1, ead of your coveting buttermilk » d cow's It's secrets.” "That may be what Is the trou ble. my dear, but even If It Is sinful to covet X am just longing to know the secret." She hesitated a minute longer, revelling in hor enjoyment of the mystery she had created and wash ing to prolong it. “You are to start to dancing school next Satur day ” ‘‘Rut I have been going to visit." “Rut you are not to sit all in a row any more with mother*. You are to be right in it now. In the class, and Miss Kelsey sent her love and a ticket. You will not take gymnastic dancing yet. but you won't have a speck of trouble learning nnything. You are so light-footed and the missionaries will dance every time with and—" She was interrupted, for Uncle Peter laughed, as ho had not done for year*, at the vision of himself capering around at dancing school. Prudence was surprised at hts mirth, for it did not seem to her that so important, even though Joyous, a matter should occasion such a burst of laughter. "It’s really true," she continued. “We've all talked It over and we think It Is t>est for you to go. Kvery child has to learn to dance in keep him from being awkward. Coupon (or Hippy Tribe. Kvery boy and girl reader of thia paper who wlahea to Join the Go-Hawks Happy Tribe, of which James Whitcomb Riley 'was the first Big Chief, can secure hia of fldal button by sending n 1 cent stamp with your name, age and address with thia ooupon. Addreea your lottsr to “Happy," oars this paper. Over (0,000 members! Motts “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.** You will go, won't you?" She wai suddenly alarmed lest he might re fuse. "But. Prudence, can't you see the rest of the children do not feel about pie as you do? Perhaps they will not like to have me in the class. Of course, I do not expect them to love me as you do, for I am your special heathen." "Oh. yes, they will want you, for I know they are all longing to get acquainted. They hint every day to be introduced. You know very well they all smile every time you come near ” "Yes, I know it. Bless their lit tle hearts." CHAPTER VIII. Their Wonderful Surprise. Although the children took so deep an Interest In their missionary labors they found ample incentive to be enthusiastic over the pleas ures of dancing school. Early in the autumn a new teacher had come to town, bringing with her many Ideas. She taught the chil dren graces of deportment as well as steps of which their elders had never heard. Every Satuniay the visitors’ row grew longer and inter ested mothers and btg sisters found much pleasure in watching the pretty scene. To tho missionaries there was but one drawback to these happy after noons. It seemed selfish that so great a pleasure be unshared by Uncle Peter, and they held fre quent consultations on this sub ject. Do you suppose. asked Pru dence, "that if Miss Kelsey knew we were missionaries and raising a heathen of our own that she'd let him take lessons with us?" "For the pitied sakes!" ex claimed Jane, using her favorite expression. "Isn't he too old to learn to dance?" She received a withering look of scorn from the others. "He’s Just as limbery as can be since he does his dumbbells every day," asserted Prudence. "And he certainly looks fine In his new suit, so he'll be all right as far as his clothes are concerned." Patience felt she had a right to be a little boastful. "I never heard of heathens tak ing dnnring lessons," said Rachel meditatively, "but perhaps it will help distract his mind and make him stop coveting his neighbor's oow and her buttermilk. I want to keep hi* mind on other things all the time, the church being full of backsliders and everything." "I believe In anything that makes heathens have fun. The more fun they get out of life the better heathens, moat likely they are," declared Ruth. "After he gets started and known how to danoe he'll have a good time.** Even if he was having a good time he could be learning some thing, too, just the same Wher ever he goes I want him to be learning and Uien It will not be long until he has his education.** Jane was hopeful. (Continued next Humlay ) (Copyright, Miss Willie Whitfield, Rolyle King and Mota Hotladay of Holla day, Tenn , wish to correspond with bovg and g'gie from 14 to 18 years old. "MIL PETERS' UWDRKSHOP. One of our Iowa Go HawTEs, John Eaton, has sent me a drawing of a cart that he made for his baby brother. He writes that Thomas is Just 9 months old and lores to ride in this cart alt about the farm where they live, especially out to see the chickens fed. John made his cart out of a wooden box, used two old wheels and an Iron handle that the blacksmith, who lives near by, gave him. Ills mother keeps an old quilt in the bottom Of the "baby's automobile,” as they call it, and this makes it soft and com fortable for the baby. Isn’t it splen did that the Go Hawks seem to find so many useful little things to make for others? PETER. Helen Archambo of Elvina, Mo., Jives in the forests among the flow, era and birds, and so is very fond of them. S^tinST w TAD „ dTALE s/l George was sitting on the porch Fourth of July listening with great Interest to all the noise and racket about the leighborhood. Finally he could stand It no longer and. Jump ing up, he said: "Come on. dad, let's go down town and buy some of that thun der!” Three year-old Geevleve was vis iting in the country during the threshing season. It was all a new experience to her, and when she saw the men going out to the ma chine, she ran to her mother, say ing: "Oh, mother, do they have thrash ing machines for little children in the country? Believe me, this Is where I go home.” Katherine W. Kakas of Milford, N. 11, has often tried the recipes from "Polly's Cook Book” and would like to hear from April S birthday friends. • POLLY’S COOK, 12ft BOOK, jig One of our Maine Go Hawks is a pretty good member, I think, for she does errande for people end feeds the birds and pigeons and likes these cookies: Sugar Cookies. One cup sugar, one-half eup but ter or lard, one half cup milk, one egg. beaten well: two teaspoons bak ing powder, two cups flour, one fourth teaspoon vanilla. Cream butter and sugar. Add egg. then baking powder sifted in flour and last vanilla. Hake in moderate oven. rOIJ,T. Bertha Karch of Oswego. N. Y.. hataa to see rough boys being cruel to cats and dogs Just for their amusement. Shirley Mulllken, 109 Walnut street, Natick. Mass . would liks to hear from some of her twins, 19 years old and born on May 10. Another Way to Be a Good Go-IIawk A good Go-Hawk answers all tha letters he receives from other members. If he la granted the request to have his name on tha correspondence list and then receives some letters. It Is very selfish and also impolite not to reply to these friends who hsvs chosen his name for a correspondent. So, remember this way to be a good O© Hawk. ^AIRXCROm^ PLAY?^ By KMILIK BLACKMORE STMT and ELEANOR C AMERON Picking Berries. (Continued from last Sunday.) BETTY. Don't worry, honey. Jack and I are bis. bis folks and ws will taka c at a of you. Stop crying, Margie. Thera la another path wa haven’t tried yet. That s the only on# wa haven’t tried, so. of coursa. It must be the one to take us right straight home. (The moaning of the wind grows louder and louder, and suddenly Storm Cloud and Rain Spirit burst into the woods and go through a wild dance, while the children run before them from one end of the clearing to the other. At last Betty, dragging Margie along, spies the mouth of the cave. The three chil dren run into it and huddle together with their faces hidden from sight, while the Storm Cloud and the Rain Spirit keep on with their fierce play.l (Now and thenthe troubled race of Fairy Wilful la aeen peeping out from behind the big bush that hide# her. As the time passes she become* more and more anxious, and at last leaves her hiding place io. creep up to the mouth of the cave, where she stands, wringing her hands in sym pathy with the sad plight ofthe chil dren. Once she starts to raise her wand, but lowers it again, shaking her head sadly over its helplessness. Now and then the Storm Cloud and Rain Spirit Jostle her rudely in passing, but she stays at her post and watches over her three charges. At last she is filled with despair, and. forgetful of the wild scene going on about her, sits down on the log and covers her face in deep grief J FAIRY WIL.FUU (Sorrowfully.) Oh. It I could only Co somc'htntl If I only, only couMI MARGIE (Sobbing Within the cave.) I want to go homo I I wont to g* bom* I (A little gleam of light appears on the edge of the clearing. In Ha glow Fairy Willing is seen dancing into the forest. As she comes on. the moaning of the wind dies, and Storm Cloud and Rain Spirit slip away among the trees. She dance# happily about until she catches sight of her twin sister, and slips up to hover tenderly over her. She seems about to touch the little bowed head and reveal heraelf. but changes her mind and Oita over to the right side of the stage) WILLING. (Speaking clearly and sweetly aa she waves her wand and looks up ward » Udf Moob 14d7 Moon. Ruling on a aitvar gown, in roar allwrr cloud, fend m Moonbeam down fend a Itttla Moonbtaa As jolly aa can bo. A hapry Uttla Moonbeam To light tha woods for ina. (As she ceases speaking. Willing stands motionless with her wand stretched toward the sky. Then with a loving gesture toward Wilful, she disappear* among the tree*. Tlierd is silence for a moment. Then soft strains of music fill the whole place. A shaft of light cuts the darknesa, and a Moonbeam floats gracefully into sight—flashing her torch here and there until her lovely dance brings her to the mouth of the cave. A tiny shaft of light slips between Margie's hands and she uncovers her face to look up. At first she stares unbelievingly. Then a smile brightens her tear-stained face while she claps her hands with joy.) MARGIE. (Tugging at Betty's arms to pun them down.i Betty! Jack! There are fairies In this wood t Mere It the one who left the atrairberries for un. She ha* chased away those grsv things Now, we •hall get home to Mother. BETTY. Why—why (hire !• a fairy *ut t —a real one! Who coaid ever 11 eve It! (Rubbing her eyes again again to make sure she U no dreaming * , I JACK. (Fearfully* Oh what shall we do? I'm -are 'he sees us and I don't know what t* wmf to a fairy There she comes right newt OO-oo! Betty You talk to her. MARGIE. (Reaving her shelter to run fear* lessly up to the Moonbeam.) Fairy. Fairy, you aro a fairy, aren't you? But I knew—knew you were here, hut the others didn't. (Holding out her hands implor ingly ) 'Bear beautiful fairy, you will show us the way home, for > ou can. can t you? MOONBEAM. (Smilthg into the child* eager face.) Tea. tlttlo Margie. I am n fain. There ara fair:* *—many fair tea~*T« ways rery close ta all children Ilk# yoa for only clear, shtnmg eyes and trusting tittle hearts can aver sea ’.beta. MARGIE (Joyfully, as sfca catches Moon beam's hand.) Come on' Como on Betty and Jack. Tho fairy will lead ns home. (Margie and the Moonbeam dune* happily on before, the MoonbeMH sending her silver beams back and j forth to show the way. The other! children follow at a short distaabaJ behind, walking rather timidly nad" carrying tha- berries.) BETTT. (To Jack tna subdued voice.* A real (airy that ton can k «uH yonr awn eye*— A JACK. fl (Interrupting excitedly. 1 And I never thought there vagi en.h th.net’ OH (They are lost among the treoa ( that surround the clearing * FAIRY WILFUL. i (Running to the center of stag* aud holding out her arms in the dl rection the children have taken.* Dear tittle Mery}*. I am eo fill d th#r« vu mb« fairy who vm a hie | to help you Good byo. doer cfe.trra. yotod-bye. Toe. at Irairt, ere coftsff horned (She walks sorrowfully off Kts#* as the curtain falls i (The End. — — ■ .■■■■■ ' - i The Guide Post to Good Books for Children Choose on* of thes* book* to read each week. Perhaps you had better cut tb* list out each ttono and take it with you to your city library. It is prepared for the Hap pyland boys and girla by Miss Alice Jordan, supervisor of children's work, Poston public library. This week she suggests: Crownfield. Gertrude, ''Uttle Tailor of th* Winding Way." r>*rton. F. J. H.. "Seven Cham pion* of Christendom.” Otis. James, “Toby Tyler.” Scott. Sir Waiter. "Quentin Due ward.” Stuart. R. M.. "Solomon Crow'* Christmas Pocket*." What doe* th* lark In th* meadow aing? "Bo glad!" What i* th* robin caroling? “Be glad”' Platen—the song of the bree** and bird* la s song of joy that has two brav* words: "Be glad." 1 I Come and Join me In cracking aome nuts that were sent by some one in New Hampshire: t Why is a watch dog bigger at night than in the morning? Answer—Because he is let oat at night and taken in in the morning.' When is a hat not a bat? Answer—When it becomes a pret ty woman. ^ What do lawyers do when they1 die? Answer—Ids still. What flowers are always » your none? Answer—Tulips (two lips!. Donald M Branch. P. O. Bog t« wn. Mass., stamps ar.l would like to hear r others who collect them. . "Oivw to the world the best yog have And the best will come hack to ym “i