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About The Omaha morning bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 1922-1927 | View Entire Issue (Nov. 11, 1923)
Cat s’ Orphan Asylum Started by Little Girl ONE of our Go-1 lawks, who now lives in Greeley. Colo., lias written a letter to Happyland about something that she is doing, and it will Interest every one of you who has a kitten for a pet. Jler name Is Janette Boardman, and some of you rnay know- her. She has four brothers, but no sisters, and often wishes she-had as many sisters as some of you. Where her family live is a garage, but they have no car. Janette de rided the very best possible use that could be made of that empty garage was to turn it into n Cats’ Orphan asylum. So the stray cats, deserted cats •r injured cats were made welcome. Each week she takes part of her own allowance for spending money and buys milk for her tats so that they will not be a burden to anybody else. Janette writes: "I have six new cats In the garage now. I had a gray cat once and decided I would try to get a home for it. So I took it to all the homes within three blocks. No one would take it. They all said it was too ugly. So T brought It home again and fed it and combed Its fur until It was beautiful. The other night while we were sitting on the porch a woman came up and wanted to buy that cat from me. She thought it was a pedigreed eat, T suppose. But we all loved Billy too much to sell him tn anyone. So I took the woman out to the garage and let her choose another cat and gave it to her. She will like it Just as well.” After you rend about Janette and her woik you will wish she lived tn your neighborhood niW that you could visit her little asylum. So many of you are doing such fine work in befriending cats and and feeding birds that you will bo interested in reading of what 11-year old Janette is doing for the cats about her that need help. She loves them very much, an-t you will all agree that she is proving It. loo. - -- —- — - ■ .Bn UNCLE PETER HEATHEN SYNOPSIS. Uncle Peter come* to live at tl*e Horn* of the Trevellyn twin*. Prudence and fMIror*. lleccuse he l* lonely, the •wine, with three of their girl friend*, ffcrm a missionary society anil adept Mm aa their “heathen.” Kuril girl look* after some pert of hi* welfare and they have (treat fun with him. Jack and D«mld are so Impressed with the mls ginneries* work that they open a settle ment house In Donald’* home (hie par ent* being away) end give free hath* te poor doj". With the help of the •wine they also start a day nureery. The twins have a hard day taking rare if terra baMee borrowed from neigh boring pair famllie* sad are delighted when they see Uncle I’eter coming lute the yard. The* explain to him ■htll the Dnreery end Idl him that the Mr .taler, of the huhle. have net rime fee them M the. hud nromlwl. Vorje Fatar *n««ret* that the tain*. •• •'k. mreilil and him*. If lake Ike bablre borne. NOW OO ON WITH THE STORT. (Continued from I*n*t Sunday.) "Of course, he won't tell any body, for he keeps secrets better than anybody else in the world." Patience was always lavish In her praise. "Not better than father." "No. not bettor than fattier but bettor than any otlior heathen." While the girts were busy pick ing up things In the kitchen the boys were equally as occupied up stairs. They had discovered that the last guests In the bathroom had showered themselves so vig orously that they had mnnaged to break a part of the apparatus. The philanthropists ruefully examined the disabled member. "Do you think your father will oare?" Jack's voice was full of anxiety. “Of course, he'll care, but then, Tm sort of tired of being a philan thropist. It seems as though no , body appreciates what you do for them. I bet there are a thousand wet towels hanging around, dues* we'll have to start a laundry next.” Jack laughed, for Donald's face was long. "We can't give any more shower baths, that's certain. Tomorrow we’ll come over nnd try to get things straightened out be fore your folks get hack. We have to go now and help the glrla car ry home the babies." "Carry home those squalling ba bies:’.' Ponnld gasped with horror Coupon for Happy Tribe. Every boy and girl reader of this paper who wishes to Join the Go Hawks Happy Trtb*. of which Janie* Wh.tcombltlley was the first Big Chief, can secure his of ficial button by ■end.ng a !-cent stomp with v your name, age and address With this coupon. Address your letter to "Happy." care this paper Over 90.000 members! Motto "To Make the World a Hap pier Place.” Pledge ”1 promise to help some one every dsy. I w II try to protect the h'rds and nil dumb an muls at such a thought. "What do you mean?” "Only that nobody has come for them and we can’t leave them here all-night. Uncle Peter la here to walk home with the girls and he thinks we fellows ought to help carry the babies.” Jack seemed to be reconciled to an embarrassing situation. Donald went to the window and looked out. "There are all those kids out there playing In the street They’ll guy the life out of us If we are lugging babies. You know how they .acted at noon when we carried them.” "Of--course, T know It won’t be a picnic and I hate it, too, but Just tho same, the girls stuck rat all day. This Isn't their settlement house. Is It?” “What If It Isn't?" Donald spoke sullenly. Jack looked at him scornfully. "You’ll make a bird of a preacher If you're ashamed to carry a baby through the street. I’ll carry mine and yours, too, If you're such a sneak." (Copyright. ItJI.) (Continued Nngt Sunday ) PETERS'! RKSHQR Nearly aJwaya there la eome pic ture you would Ilka to frame for your own room or elae there la one In aome other part of your home that necda a new frame. So today f am e vlng you a simple wooden frame that la easily made, first design your frame on a piece of drawing paper, figuring the length, width nnd thickness you wlih. After you have cut each of the four pieces the right length, then measure off tho angles by drawing a suuare at the end of each piece In your mitre bo* and cut It at 40 degrees. Before mttr.ng the cor ners. cut out the under elds to al low space for placing the picture, glass and hacking. Hold the pieces securely in a vise and glue or nail together. Sandpaper your frame nnd stain any color you wish. Dee some wood filler sml then shellac nnd rub It down. PETJCIt. Dorothy h'lchtenmayer of New Bedford, Mass., likes the poems In "The Hinging Dell" and hopes to have the h ok of Fairy tlrotto pin ye on her hlrtlulny. POLLY’S . cooili^t BOOK, <Si5 - c _; One of my little friends has a recipe that mother says I may try next Saturday morning when, of course, there is no school. Per haps some of you may want to try it, too. She likes to help mother with the cleaning and baking, and so do I. SOUR CREAM CAKE. One cup sugar, one egg. one cup sour cream, one teaspoon soda, on' ^ and three fourths cups flour, oir teaapoon vanila. To the sugar add well beaten egg, sour cream, then flour mixed with soda and sifted, and last the vanila. Bake in two layers or a loaf slowly. Aunt Elizabeth is coming to visit us next Saturday, so I do hope my cake comes out fine, POLLY. mts to/ C^ACIC « BY BILLY 9QU1d5cl Hello, everybody. These are good days for squirrels and I have sev eral nuts for you. Here are some that were sent me by Emma Gene M"itzen of Hallettsvllle. Tex.: Why Is an orange like a church steeple? Answer—Because we have a peel (peal) from It. What is a put up job? Answer—The paper on the wall \ Why would Samson have made an excellent actor? Answer—Because he could so <ae lly "bring down the house.-'1 Why does a cow go up hill to eat grass? Answer—Because It can’t go under. ‘'Grasshopper11 is a long word. Cnn you eprll it <fith two letters? Answer—I T. In Field and Forest. When winter comes about the only way we can tell a tree la to atuily It* hark. Krery tree wears a garment of bark from the ground up to the utmost twigs. Many of them are dark and look so mueh alike that It Is hard to tell them apart. You will find the thickest bark Is always on the trunk of the tre" and the thinnest on the young est branches. I have always been interested In the bark of the white birch tree. It Is made of thin lavers and the nuts’do one shines much a* does white satin. A* It ne- ls off around the trunk then you see threecor nerod patches of black under each branch. T>!d you know that the narrow slits of different lengths on the beech hark are the breathing holea that let In the air to the lay er tinder the bark? The satiny outer bark Is shed at the tower part of the tree, leaving lark under layers, rough and chsckcf'VI'h Irregular Mocks. As the tree become* older the trunk becomes rougher and darker, hut the branches alwnv* show the kind of liark the tree wore when It was young In the northern woods the Ind ans made their bark canoes out of ths white hark of ths ennos heeoh. They would strip It from the trees In layers as thick ns sole leather. All sorts of pretty things are made out of ths beech bark. You have seen them In the shops and re ceived them n» gifts. I .en rn to_ look nt trees snd study them tn the' winter ns welt as tn the summer. Your UNCLK JOHN. Seagull* a* Weathercock*. nid you ever know ths seagulls don't like to have their feathers ruffled, so they always face the wind? They make fine weather cocks for that very reason. lYr hnps they will all be sitting In a row. facing In one direction. Tbe next time you look nt them, why, mercy me! you'll find they have completely turned around You may be sure thru that the wind has changed so they have changed their position, too. Pome of yon who live near the water. Just watch th-'m and see If this Isn’t true KTo!d in The Children’s Museum JULIANA, THE DUTCH DOLL, SPEAKS! My name is Juliana, and my home is far across the ocean. From the land of windmills and canals, of clean streets and wooden shoes, 1 have come to make my home with you. I hope that you will like me. Although I am dressed so very different from ail you children, inside I don't feel a bit different from any little girl's doll. In Volendam, Holland, where once I used to live, my little mis tress and I played beside the water a great deal. There was water everywhere—so much that if you fell off the sidewalk you might get drowned. On Saturday nights all the other little girls with their dolls, the women with their knitting, and the small boys with-their boats would gather along the dyke to await the coming of the fishermen. AH the men and big boys irwVolen dam were fishermen, for there was not much else *o do. When the haata did come n. there were o many there hat looking at ,he masts was tike I oking at . leafless forest. The men in tong, full trousers and clat tering shoes unloaded the fish. As soon as every IVsh was packed away in a damp basket, the men would go home. My mistress, with me tucked away under her arm, would clump along home beside her father and brother ar.d then I would feel rather overlooked. Going along on the top of the dyke, I coald hear the cold and swishing water as It beat against the stones. Down a few steps front the wall and we would be outside our little blue-painted story-and-a half house. Here my mistress would stop and, taking off her shoes, hang them on a crotched st'ek before the door. Inside the house her woolen socked feet would patter softly on the white sanded floor as she helped her mother with the supper. I had to sit alone in a corner. But I was not as lonesome then as I may be here in this strange land, where my clothes are so different from those of every one I see around me. I am dressed exactly as my lit tle Dutch owner was dressed from * my wooden shoes to my stiff lace cap. My dress is of many colors. The waist is blue flannel with a little red trimming and my long full skirt is red and black striped cot ton. I always wear a black apron with a particolored top. the black and purple strings of which ernes in back and tie in front with a bow. My lace cap. without which I would not feel comfortable, turn? up over each ear in a point. Very soon they will put me in a glass case with many other strangers In this land and I shall smile at everyone who comes my way. ___ WEATHER SNOWING POPCORN BALLS IN HAPPYLAND _ FATHER OF HIS OOI'NTRY MAY HE MADE A “SAINT" Parts. Nov. 10.—Not content with the heralded beatification of Eliza beth Anne Sefon of New- England, a movement hag been started in Rome American circles to have Oeorge Washington declared a saint. Members of the pontifical assem bly see Utile hope of the movement succeeding, for two principal rea sons: Oeorge Washington was an English, not a Romm. Catholic, and—there is eveldence to prove the father of his country was not precisely a saint, but that he had his share of the wholesome sins of other men. x Elisabeth Seton will bo the first American saint, but she was origi nally a Puritan. She emigrated to Italy to give her sick husband the chance of treatment by Italian speclallsta At the t-nd of the ISth century, during the French revo lution, she became a Catholic. Harvey Jacobsen of Audubon. Ia., lives on a farm and enjoys making the things from "Peter's Work shop." Autumn Fires. In the other garden* And all up the vale. From the autumn bonfire* See the smoke trail! Deasant summer over t And all the summer flowers: The red fir* Waxes, The 'fray smoke towers. Sing a song of seasons! Someth.ng bright In all; Flowers in the summer. Fires in the fall. —Mary Madison, O'Neill. Neb. Charlotte Currier of Kookport. Mass, is going to cut out the rules of "Another Way to Be a Bond Do Hawk" and paste them In a book. "Books, dear books. Hive been sod are m>' comforts, morn and night" TINY “ TAD - qTALE S(Z . ■■ gR Roy’s mother is a member of a married women's social club. Dur ing the last month he has accom panied her to five birthday parties, and at all cf them they had candles on the cakes. A few days after the fifth party, the women met at the home of one of the members, and when they sat down at the tables Roy said with a relieved sigh: "G«. hut I'm Elad this isn't a birthday party." "Why?" his mother asked. "I'm tired of blowing out can dle*." I The Guide Post to Good Book* for Children Ch(X>9e one of these books to read each week. Perhaps you !i*d bet ter cut out the list each time and take it with you to your city li brary. It Is prepared for the Hap pyland boys and girls by Miss Alice M. Jordan, supervisor of children's work. Boston Pulic library. Thia week she suggests: Bay. J. C., ''Danish Fairy and Folk Tales." Colonial Stories, Retold from St. Nicholas. Field. Eugene, "With Trumpet and Drum." Page. T. N., "Two IAttle Coo fed era: as." Smith. E. S. "Good Old Stories for Boys and Girls." Tappan. E. M.. "In the Pays of William the Conqueror." Another Way to Be a Good Go-Hau'k A (rood Oo-Hawk does not push and crowd on street cars and subways. While he may try to tfet in the car quickly and promptly. It is not neces snry to push women and elder ly people aside as if he were playing football. There Is courtesy on a street car as well as any place else So re number th.s way to It a mood Go-Hawk.