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About The Omaha morning bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 1922-1927 | View Entire Issue (Sept. 23, 1923)
_ ' Letters from Little Folks of Happyland (Pri*e.) A Go-Hawk to the Rescue. The woman was old, and ragged, and gray, a And bent with the chill of the win * ter’s day. The street was wet with a recent snow, And the woman's feet were aged and slow. She stood at the crossing, and waited long. Alone, uncared for, amid the throng Of human beings who passed her by, Nor heeded the glance of her anxious eye. Down the street with laughter and shout, Glad In the freedom of "school let out,” Came the boys, like a flock of sheep. Hailing the snow piled white and deep. Past the woman so old and gray. Hastened the children on their way; Nor offered a helping hand to her. So meek, so tlinld, afraid to stir, Lest the carriage wheels or the horses' feet Should crowd her down in the slippery street. At lust one of the merry troop— The gayest laddie of all the group; He paused beside her, and whis pered low, •'I'll help you across if you wish to BO.” Her <1 hand on his strong young She placed, and so without hurt or harm. He guided her trembling feet along, Proud that his arms were strong and firm. Then back again to his friends he went, His young heart happy and well content. 5 •'She's somebody's mother, boys, you know, For all she's old, and poor, and slow; "And I hope some fellow will lend a hand To help my mother, you under stand. It ever she's poor, and old, and gray. When her own dear boy Is far away.” And •'somebody's mother” bowed low her head In her home that night, and the prayer she said Was, "Clod be kind to that noble boy. Who is somebody's son, and prido and Joy.” —Nadine I.ucaRC. Age 9. Fremont, Neb. In the Garret. One day I asked: “Mother, may I have Evelyn over today?” "Yea, you may," she answered. In the afternoon Evelyn came. We thought of all kinds of games, but could not think of any to suit us. After a while I said: “Come in. Evelyn; let's go up In the garret and find some old clothes and dress up.” Evelyn said: "Oh, let's do." So we went up the steps and to the old-fashioned trunk. Evelyn said: "Let’s hurry and get dressed so we will have time to play house." We opened the trunk. Evelyn got one of mother's old rose dresses on. She looked like an old-fash ioned woman. I got a blue dress of grandma's. They were much too long for us. After we had got all dressed and were £oing to play house, back in a corner we saw a ghost. We started down stairs. Our dresses were so long that we went head over-heels. Mother heard us coming. She ran to see what the matter was. The ghost came after us. It was my sister. Ixiuise. She pulled the sheet off. How we laughed. Then Evelyn went home. —IJorothy Crisler, Aged 9. Carson, la. Kred L. Schneider of Cape Girar deau, Mo, loves the Happyland page and tries to get others to Join the Happy Tribe— Betty. Dear Happy; I would like very much to join your Happy club. I always try to be kind to ah dumb animals. I am sending a 2-cent stamp. Will you please send me a button? I read your page every Sunday and like it very much. 1 am 11 years old and in the fifth grade at school. I have one broth er 9 years old. \Ve have a dandy IJosto'n bulldog; we call her Betty My father and mother are running the hotel here. We have only lived here a short time. We came from Wichita, Kan. I will write and tell you about some of the animals In the goo in \\ Ichita. M e lived only about three blocks from the park there.—Douise Goaaway, Minden, la. Olga Will of Belleville, 111 , has a pet canary that she feeds »nd waters every day and also gives him plenty of sunshine. A Sixth Grader '99 Dear Happy: Es -ed find a 2 cent stamp for which please send me a Go-Hawk button. I promise to keep all rules and be kind to dumb animals. 1 am In the sixth grade at school and go to school in the country. —Klla Morrow, aged 10, Tekamah. Neb. il _“I THE SINGING DELL S' hr r E M HE K S A / E S’ It, II \l‘l’\ SEPTEMBER skits are lovinR skies For when I'm Rival ns 1 cun be They always seem to smile at mi As does my mother's kind blue eyes September skies trend low t>h! sky. You seem like arms that wars to hold A little child when Ur.si or cold As mother docs when she's close h> September skies, is it your smile That tills the world with Rold. n light Our mother makes our home seem bright With smiles she Rives us nil the while Another Way to Be a Good Go-Hatck A good Go-Hawk does not find fault. A fault-finding per son is never pleasant to have around, as unceasing complaints about little things do not ad<i to the happiness of life. So remember this way to be a good Go-Hawk. Bravery. Robert Mason wa* a young man of about 18 years of age. He had graduated from high school a week or two before and had then joined the fire department. There had been only one fire since he had joined the department, but he had shown hia bravery and dar ing and everyone thought he would make a good fireman. * One hot sultry day a fire was re ported in the slums of the city and the firemen ran to their places on the red fire truck and went at a great speed to the seen' of the fire When they got there the fire was well undo* way and they knew they could not save the building; but there were a lot of people who must be saved. They worked with great speed and finally they thougliT they had everyone out of the burn ing building, but Robert Mason de cided he would go back up the lad der and have another- look because they could have missed some one. THe house was almost enveloped in flames by this time, so fc- /lurried up the ladder and was starting down again when he heard a faint call for help. He stopped and lis tened. for he thought he might have been mistaken, the call had been so faint. He heard it again a little fainter this time, but he was sure that some one in the room above him was calling. He hastily climbed up again and crawled in the window. The smoke was blind ing. so he had to tell by the sound of the voice which way to go. The boards creaked and cracked and Robert feared that the floor would fall In before he could make his rescue. He finally reached the oth-, er wall and groped around until he found a bed, and on it lying a little girl as nearly as he could make out. He gTabbed her and started his toling way back. The smoke blinded him and he choked and coughed like the little girl They were about half way across the room when the floor behind them fell and the part on which they were standing showed symp toms of following suit. He went all the faster at this and on tip-toe so it would not fall in. Finally he reached the win dow and crawled out. He reached around with his foot to find the lad der. but he could not find it. for some time, but finally did. In the meantime the top of the house had collapsed, bringing a shower of burning embers down upon Rot«ert and the gtgl s head. When he found the ladder he descended as quickly as possible, but that was not very fast, because he was burned in so many places that climbibng hurt hint very much. As he neared the bottom he be gan to lose consciousness. Every thing began to turn black, and the girl bee«me_very heavy. He stag gered down a few more rounds and then lost consciousness altogether and fell to the ground. They wo, not very far front the ground when they fell and tho other firemen picked them both up and took them to a hospital. - Their bums were severe, but the first thing Robert Mason ask.-<1 when ho regained cut sciousness was how the girl was When the nurse told him that she was doing splendidly he dropped back on his pillows feeling he ha.i done his duty well. When the chief of the fire do pnrtment heard-of Robert's courage he rewarded him with a medal for bravery.—Constance Ashburn, Age 18. Gibbon. Neb. ■ attic UJj. Here I am a little lady. And I'm big enough to show, How the ladies trip on Broadway When they want to catch a beau This is Just the way they wiggle As up and down the street they go Smiling sweetly every minute When they want to catch a beau Mamma says wheu I am older On Broadway too I'll go. Anil I'm sure 1 am pretty certain It won't be long till I'll want to catch a beau.—Kathleen Hills Surprise, Neb. Lucille Brokawa of B. I, Box *>S Gravity, la . will be 15 years old January Si. and wishes to find a jwln. More letters from the reader*. readers o( Happy land will be found on rage I. A Colorado G» Haul.. Dear Happy: Enclosed you will find a 2-cent stamp for which 1 wish to receive an ofli ial button. I’ve been reading the letters of Happyland and I think them very interesting, so I wish to join too. I am 13 and my birthday Is 1« cember 15. I have one sister and no brothers. My sister's name is Eileen. She is 4. For pets we girls ha\> a pony named Mabel, two dogs, 10 tats, eight fish, some little chi-kens and some pigs. I would like to corre spond with boys and girls of Happy land between the ages of 12 and 16. Well I guess I will quit for this time.—Evelyn Smith. Bo* 60. Ar riba, Colo. .V Happy Pair. Dear Happy: Enclosed you will find two Scent stamps for whith send Go-Hawk buttons to my brother and I. as we want to Join the Happy Tribe. We will keep the Go-Hawk pledge and bbey all rules. Please send button^ as soon as possible to Charles Harpham, who is 7 years old. and Ray Harpham. I'm 14 years old. He is in the second grade and I will be in the ninth. Wishing good luck to Happy and her numerous tribes of Go-Hawks, we will close.—Charles and Ray Harpham: Kenesaw. Neb. Wants U> Join. Dear Happy: I wish to Join your Go-Hawk tribe_I am sending a 2 _ cent stamp and coupon for a Go Hawk pin. I will try to be kind to dumb animals I have made a bird house for a wren. My brother will put it up. My birthday is March 9. X will be 12 years old. I am in the sixth grade. I have three teachers, Miss Schaleybers. Miss Schleiger and Miss Binning. I have a pet cat. She is almost 5 years old. I have a sister 22 years old. She is married. My brother is 17. I wish some of the girls would write to me. Yours truly. Thusnelda Bauer, _Age 11; Sutton. Neb. Another Go-Hawk. Dear Happy: I have been reading the Go-Hawk paper and I wish to Join the Go-Hawk club. I have no pets but I am going to get a Collie dog soon. I am 11 years old. Bernice Rundin and I have been wanting to start a Go-Hawk club for quite awhile. This is my first letter I have written to you but I will write another soon. I am sending a stamp for a button. —Jewell Todd. Mitchell, Neb. Happy Go-Hawks. Dear Happy: 1 am trying to be kind to all animals. I have a little kitty at home. I am S years old aijd In the third grade I am send ing a 2-cent stamp for a badge. This is my first loiter. I am having the best time at home and at school. As - I have written tfuitc a long letter I will close. Your friend—Iris Rey nolds. Geneva Neb. A Utile Dutch GW. Dear Happy: This is my first let* ter to the children's page. I am enclosing a 2-cent stamp, an4 hope 1 will receive a badge. 1 am going to tell a story about a little girl. Once upon a time there wa* a little Dutch girl. Her parents were nth and the little girl wanted to come to America very much. So one day her father came home with a big bundle under his arm. She ran out to meet him. She asked him what he had with him. He said, "Dear, wait and see." The big bundle was clothes for the whole family. The next day the fam.ly were on a b:g ship sailing for America. She lived very hap py in American in a fine big home. As my letter Is growing long I w.ll close. Hoping Mr. Waste-paper Basket is at the north pole for the summer.—Catherine Margaret Bo gus. age 9. St. Paul, Neb. Thanksgiving I was a r.ttin' by the road With the little gray colt a iaggin’ Behind the Thanksgivin' load. _ 1 watched for quite a while. Then wondered if they had a wreck And perhaps that turkey ran away. Oh, Heck; Then sees the wagon down the road a mile A cornin' with the Thanksgivin' tur- - key And a wagon full of other things. But none of them are as good as the pies and cakes That on Thanksgivin' mother never fails to bake. —Tours truly, Beulah Galbraith. Aged li. Winner. X’eb. Rocene Shively of Churubuaco, Ind.. has written to a Go Hawk and received an answer. Likes Prize. Dear Happy: 1 received my book and like it very weD. I hope I can write some more stories before long. My grandmother used to tell me a lot of stories, and she still does. "The soldier boys" is one she told me a long time, ago. She is 7$ years old now. I guess I will hav% to close for this time. Thanks a thousand times for the book. A loving Gohawk. Kathryn Russell. Fullerton. Neb. Frederick Bauer of Syracuse. N Y., is very much pleased with his Go-Hawk button and will feed the birds every day. * John. One time as John was coming home from school be saw some boy throwing stones at some frogs. John said: . "Boys, do not do that." The boy* ■aid: "Why?" He showed them his eutton and then he u Id them about the Happyland tr:he. and so the boys Joined it and told everyone else. They were very proud of their buttons — Yours sircerefy. Helen Hawn. Omaha Dot Puzzle i —" ■ '■ "' i CAN YOU FINISH THIS riCTURK? Complete the picture by drawing a tine through the dot*, begin ring with one and taking them numerically.