_ ' 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
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