Go-Hawks Have Many Kinds of Pets
HOW many of the Go-Hawks have pets? It really does seem, doesn’t
it, that every child should have a pet, and somehow I cannot help
hut feel sorry for our little city friends who have none, while our
boys and girls who live in the country have so many. When Happy wras
a small girl she always had a kitten. Spit Fire might run away. Furry
Tab might bo killed, but just ns fast ns one disap]>eared another was found
to take its place.
Each kitten had its own basket in which to sleep, a bright-colored
neck ribbon and a tiny bell as well as plenty to eat and to drink. I always
loved these kittens very much and tried to treat them as kindly as possi
ble. Each kitten was always invited to our dolls’ Christmas celebration
and was never left out of any of the good times in our land of make
believe.
In the large cities, where there never seems to be quite room for
everybody, still there are several different kinds of pets easy to have.
For instance, a canary bird is a cheery little friend to have in the home,
Dicky Bird only needs his cup of pure water each day and his bird seed
to keep him perfectly happy and eager to sing for you.
All of you are fond of goldfish, so why not have a little bowl of them
In your own room by the window? Tell mother, if she gets them for you,
that you will watch over and take care of them. Drop into their bowl a
few pebbles or shells and water plants if you are able to get them. You
will only need to feed your goldfish family every other day. Buy a small
box of fish food" and break into tiny pieces. In some of the 10-cent stores
they have what are called fish castles. If you put one of these, into the
bottom of the bowl the fish have a jolly time swimming in and out of the
castle windows. The water in the bowl need only be changed twice a
week. Even though you do love your tiny gold friends, do not do any
of these more often for them, for if you feed them too much or change
the water too much they sicken and die.
Two little girls I know have guinea pigs, and they think tthey are
clean little pets. One morning when Elizabeth and Doris went out into
the yard, they found “Jack” and “Jill” a sthey called their pets, with
three tiny baby guineas. Their home is in a small wooden box about
three feet by four. It is covered with wire netting and one end is pro
tected from storms by a piece of oil cloth. Their snug bed of hay has to
be freshened quite often, for the guineas both sleep and burrow In it.
' They eat cabbage leaves, clover and plantain, and a big treat is to give
them a cake of cornmeal, salt and bran mixed with water and bked in
the oven until dry.
Another of our Go-Hawks has for a pet a big Scotch collie dog, and
everywhere that Robert goes the collie trots at his heels, his beloved Sin
bad. Several of our members have rabbits for pets. I always like to
hear about your pets, so tell me when you write what you have as pets,
all about them and if any of them are able to do tricks. I wish that
every Go-Hawk might have as one ot his com
rades a-dear- dumb animal. If you have none,
you must try to be doubly kind to all those that
you meet. Will you do this fop_
—Told in
The Children’s Museum
Autobiography of the Black Bear
Few animals in the museum are
more important than I am. I know
the old brown bear feels, since his
picture was chosen to be on the
Museum league pins, that he is a
most superior beast. Some of the
little children, as they stare at us
from the outside of the glass case,
are actually afraid of him because
he shows his teeth and great sharp
rlaws. Of course, he is larger than
I, but I am not very old. and
black bears never grow as large as
brown ones. But then, my coat
_ though somewhat shaggy, is finer
and more lustrous than his. For
these two reasons I know that the ^
children like me best.
I hear the teachers at the museum
telling the boys and girls bits of
my life. They talk about the days
when I used my claws to climb
trees for the purpose of getting
honey. Now. you know, I am very
^ fond of sweets, even If I am large
and awkward, and there's no nioer
sweet than the honey of the wild
• bee. It Is worth fighting its mak
ers, with their sharp little spears,
for, as well as working to climb
a tree. Besides honey, I enjoy wild
berries and ants.
Speaking of ants, I remember
one hot day. when I was living
In Maine, finding a spring. After
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I had drunk the cool water, I
turned over a few rocks, looking
for something to eat. And I found
the very juciest, black bugs I had
ever eaten. There were two or
three frogs which must have lived
for years in that icy water. I
ate them, too. In fact, I would
eat everything which came along,
and once in a while I even looked
for the pork barrel, of some farmer
and had pork for my dinner.
Then there were the days in the
fall when the fruits and berries
were ripe and the wild grapes were
hanging on the vines; days when
I did nothing hut eat in order t6
get ready for winter. X ate until
I euold eat no more and then I
hunted nuj up a bed. Sometimes
I prepared a snug und comfortable
retreat by digging a hole In a
hill, with the roots of a tree over
head for a celling. At other times
I was less careful and found a
hollow tree or a small cave. Here
I curled up and slept the cold,
unpleasant winter away. I»t the
storms roar and the snows drift
as they would, I neither heard nor
cared.
But with the first signs of spring
I came out Into the world to stretch
my cramped limbs. I found myself
most hungry. This was the worst
time of the year for me. There
was no honey, the ants and other
bugs were still asleep, the berries
had been eaten or spoiled during
the winter. I found so very little
to eat that I had to dig for roots—
when the ground was Hoft enough.
Altogether I wag glad when spring
changed into summer and each
small porid had Its frogs and the
fields their busy mice.
: .PETERS 11
^ ORKSHOJ jj
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Hetty Jean, who lives next door
to our house where 1 have my
workshop, is a little girl who has
a whole family of dolls. She is al
ways coaxing me to make her some
thing for her dolls. Last Saturday
I made her a toy car and it came
out so well that I think- some of
you may also like to make one to
give away. I used a piece of
beaver board and first cut out the
seat and the wheels and then put
It together with wire and spools.
I made a handle to steer the tront
wheel. It runs well and will last
quite a little while If not handled
too roughly. Your friend.
PETER.
POLLY’S
Daddy laughed over this recipe
and said it was just the thing to
try on t'm.
Poor Man’s Pudding
One uuart of milk, three or four
tablespoons rice, a pinch of salt,
three level tablespoons sugar, one
level tablespoon butter.
Wash rice well and put in bak
ing dish with salt, sugar and but
ter. Pour the milk over it and
bake very slowly, at least two and
a half hours, stirring twice dur
ing the first hour. Serve with
cream.
Mr. and Mrs. Brown were going
to town one afternoon and told 4
year old Beth Ellen and 2-year-old
Marjorie about It. But there was
some trouble with the car, so the
mother put the children to sleep.
When they awakened they had not
forgotten about it. and Beth asked
when they would start.
“We are not going, as we have
change*! our minds," satd her
mother.
“Well," said Beth Ellen, “I have
not changed mine yet.”
Thurletta Torrey of Soqth Brain
tree. M-'iss., has been clipping the
recipes from “Polly’s Cook Book”
_every week and enjoys trying them.
The Guide Post to
Good Books for Children
Choose one of these books to read
each week. Perhaps you had bet
ter cut the list out each time and
take It with you to you* city library.
It is prepared for the llappyland
boys and girls by Miss Alice M
Jordan, supervisor, of children's
work, Boston public library. This
week she suggests;
Carroll, Lewis — "Through the
Looking Glass.”
Griggs. L. L.—"Adventures of
Arnold Adair."
Lucas, E. V.—"The Slow Coach.”
French, Allen—"Story of Half and
the Viking's Bow."
Ouorber, H. M. A.—"Story of the
English."
Stockton, F. ft.—"Queen's Mu
seum and Other Fanciful Tales."
Scudder, If. E.—"Children’s Book.”
"The inner side of every cloud Is
bright and shining;
I therefore turn my clouds
about
And always weur them inside
out
To show the lining."
UNCLE PETER HEATHEN
SYNOPSIS.
Uncle Deter comet* to live at the
home of the Trevellyn twin*—Prudenee
and Patience. ltecutiMe he Im lonely the
twins with three of their girl friends
form a miHuionary wociety and mloiit
him hm their heathen. Kacti girl look*
niter some part of his welfare, und
they have great time* with him. .lack,
and Donald are ho ImpresHed with the
mlMfdcnnrieH’ work that they open a set
tles nt house in Donald'H home this
pure .ts being away), giving free buths
to iHKtr boys. With the help of the
twins, they uIho start a day nursery.
The twins have a hard day taking care
of seven babbie* borrowed from neigh -
boring poor families and are surprised
und pleased when they see Uncle Peter
coming in the yard. They explain to
him what they are doing ami lie sug
rrests that, perhaps, the babies are
lomesick because they are so cross.
The twins admit they are tired out
themselves, but say they must stick
bv the nnrsery to the end.
(NOW OO ON WITH THE STORY.)
(Continued From £*ast Sunday.)
“I can understand how you feel
about it, of course, and I would
not want you to do anything else
than keep your word.”
“We gave their big sisters a holi
day and they promised to come
back for the children at 4.”
“Perhaps they will never come.”
Patience sighed as she spoke.
“If you think there is any dan
ger of that then we may as well
take the babies home.” Uncle Pe
ter tried to speak naturally and not
even the shadow of a smile crossed
his fine old face. He knew that
the girls were serious in their mis
taken efforts to do good in this
somewhat unusual manner and that
this was no time to argue the
question.
“Would you mind pushing the
wheelborrow?” Patience’s voice
brightened a little. “If you wouldn’t
then we can put four babies into
it and one of us could walk along
by the side to help hold them in.
Then the other could carry a baby
and each of the boys can carry
one and that will take them all.”
“Perhaps the boys will not w*ant
to go through the streets carrying
babies.” Prudence was still a little
uneasy.
"That part does not worry me.”
Uncle Peter assured her. “As I
understand you this is their enter
prise. They founded the settle
ment house and you are merely
helping them out. If things have
not turned out as they bad hoped
then they will have to take their
share of the burdens with the rest
^of us.” Privately he thought it
would be very good discipline for
the boys, even though in this in
stance the burdens chanced to he
babies.
Just then Jack came out of the
house ami was for an instant em
barrassed when he saw Uncle Pe
ter. Then he came forward. “What
is the trouble? I thought the nurs
ery was going to close at 4 and all
the baliies would be home by this
time."
“So did we, Jack.’’ Uncle Peter
spoke in that comfortable way of
his, as though he, too, were a part
of the institution. “The girls tell
me that the owners of the babies
have failed to call for them on
time, and so I expect the best thing
for us men to do is to help take
them home.”
"We can do that,” was the boy’s
sturdy reply. If the suggestion was
not the most acceptable one to him
he gave no outward sign of disap
proval. "Donald is just closing the
bathhouse for the night and getting
rid of all those kids. lie'll tie
through in n minute, and don't you
worry, we’ll help you take the
babies home. You've been regular
bricks all day.”
‘‘Uncle Peter, If you will look
after the babies ft few minutes we'll
go Into the summer kitchetAMq^
pick things up, for I hate to leav™
everything In such a mess.” Pru
dence was Inclined to do her part
to the end.
"All right, honey. Run along. I
think I can manage seven babies
for at least a few minutes.”
"I’m so thankful he’s here," and
Patience gave a contented sigh as
they ran Into the house, "for r.ow
everything will be all right. Of
course, we had to tell him about
the settlement house. Wo couldn't
do anything else for he wanted
to know what we were doing with
all those babies. Anyway, I’m glad
he does know about It, for he will
help us."
”1 don't believe the boys will
mind even if they do have to carry
the babies,” was her sister's reply.
“They wanted to try havtng a nurs
ery and we have done It. so it will
not make any difference now If
Uncle Peter does know. He'll never
tell anybody.”
(Copyrljtht by David McKay All rishta
raaerved. Printed by permlaalon and
special lirrariaemenla with David Mc
Kay Publishing company )
(Continued Next Sunday.)
Iii Field and Forest.
This week I am going to tell you
about the tree that is called "the
witch of the woods." It Is the witch
hazel tree. It really seems like a
witch, too. because It does not do
at all what you might expect. It
ripens Its seeds and also blossoms
In October.
No one pays any attention to It
in the spring, because it hides under
Its green leaves and looks like a
scrubby little tree. Just wait until
the season of the year when leaves
are fast falling, beautiful autumn
colors fading nnd squirrels busy
hiding nuts. Then look at your
thicket of witch hazel trees slowly
dropping their yellow leaves and
you will find to your surprise that
the trees are In hlooin. Kach blossom
will wave at you Its little yellow
petals from among empty seed
pockets. Out of these pockets for
days the seeds have been popping.
On my table as I write I have a
bowl of these fragrant sweet blos
soms. Somo of tho twigs I gath
ered still contain seeds in their
pockets. Most any minute the pods
may burst open and throw their
seeds with the sound of a tiny pop
gun. It Is fun to hear the witch
hazel guns popping in the woods on
a crisp autumn day.
When It rains the pods all close,
hut as soon ns the sun comes to
dry them then they begin their
popping again. The pods are able
to throw their seeds as far us 20
feet. Wherever a seed falls there
a baby tree will grow. This Is the
reason we Hlways find the witch
hazel tree growing In companies.
ICarh little tree seems to enjoj
flinging its seeds In all direct Ions
much as some of you children tiHed
lo do with your toys. Goodby until
next Sunday. Your IT NO I. Is JOHN.
Herman K. Sonnenherg of Mel
II h'-mds. Mass, is great pals
with his little puppy dog and lins
a bliil house In his backyard
Dorothy Fath of Pueblo. Colo.,
has written that sho Is very much
Interested In Billy Squirrel and his
Nuts, so she sends those for other
Go-Hawks to crack:
What was the first bet ever
made?
Answer—The alphabet.
What is the easiest way to sate
your money?
Answer—Don't spend It.
Why do hens always lay eggs in
the. day time?
Answer—Because at night they
are roosters.
Why Is a game of tennis like a
party of children?
Answer-—Because there Is always
a racquet.
What trees aro the same after
being burned ns before?
Answer—Ashes.
What is the best thing to do In a
hurry?
Answer—Nothing.
Klia Nlcolson of 64 Bakersfield
street, Dorchester. Mass., is learn
ing to write on the typewriter and
wishes to hear from other Go
Hawks.
Another Way to Be
a Good God lawk
A good Go JIawk Is loyal to
his friends. He does not talk
about them behind their backs
and ho defends them when they
are unjustly criticised by others.
He loves and protects them In
every way possible. Ho, remem
ber this wav to be n good Go
Hawk.