This Week Brings Birthday of Charles Dickens. YOU were all much Interested at Christmas time in reading how James Whitcomb Riley used to read every Christmas day the lovely little story, "A Christmas Cared,'’ by Charles Dickens. This week on Fri day, February 7, brings the birthday of the great English author, who was horn in Portsmouth. England, in 1812. His father was so very poor that his mother tried to help by opening a little school for girls, hut it was not a success. Then the Dickens family moved to',Camden, a suburb of I.ondon where many poor people lived. Charles was only 9 years old, the same age of so many boys who read lappyland each Sunday, when he was placed In a blacking warehouse where he earned $1.60 a week. For two years the little chap worked there At his time he was trying to forget how hard he had to work by reading and 1m soon learned to love "Tom Jones,” ‘Don Quixote." “ Rohinsrm Crn«n<» •• rr„ of lZ7:*UW°U m'°W 0l<1 en°U*h you wiM want *° know thest Cries of Dickens. Perhaps some of our Clo-Hawks were also born on February 7 and will therefore have ll,. - the same birthday as this great autho'r. If this FK Should be so. write and tell “ _ | | f | Fi-— ~ . UNCLE PETER HEATHEN I amm ' ——- _ SYNOPSIS. rnrle Peter come* to live nt the home of the Dev oily II twins. Prudence and • Beraiwe he In lonely the twine, with three of their girl frlemlN. form a missionary society and ndont him us their heathen.’ K«rh girl looks after sonic part of hia welfare, .lack and I mould nre »o Impressed with the work of the mis sionaries thnt they onen a srttlrment house and even n day nursery in Donald’s home. Ilia parents’ return from a trio, however, ends their charitable work. Mr Tredway. a neighbor, offers the mls Sionnrle* the small house at the book of his big estate for a house party, mill by S o clock the girls are at the cottage with I ncle Peter as chaperone. NOW GO ON WITH THB STORY. (Continued from Past Sunday.) "Let's pht the table, peel the po tatoes and get things started, so that everything will be ready." Ruth was eager to try her hand in the kitchen. When the table was set the girls sought the garden for flowers with r. hlch to decorate It. Such fun as they had fussing around the tiny kitchen where they gpent almost the entire afternoon. Dinner was ready at S and the rosy cheeks and shining eyes of the little maids were evidence of the en thusiasm with which they had la bored. Even the washing of the dishes and the putting things to 0 rights in the kitchen were as added fun to them. When they returned to the parlor they found a cheery lire sparkling on the hearth, for the evening was cool. Close by stood a great box of marshmallows with the toasting sticks all ready for use. “A marshmallow roast!” cried the girls, and fell to work. "Oh, Mr. Tredway and Uncle Peter, v on’t you tell us some stories while we toast the marshmallows?” coaxed Patience. Both men, widowed and. practically alone in the world, were injoylng the evening fully as much as the girls and lent themselves readily to the mellowing Influence of the flro and the eager young faces. Story after story was told and when Mr. Tred way finally took out his watch he was surprised to find It was 10 o'clock. Prudence looked conscience-strick en and stole over to Uncle Peter's side. "Are you very tired, dear Un tie Peter? I never dreamed It was so late or I would have fixed It so you might have gone to bed." "I, too, have had such a good time that I did not think of the hour. I expect we ought to go to bed—all of us.” When Mr. Tredway said good-nfght he shook hands with each small host ess and thanked her individually for his happy evening. "If you will al ways invite me to dinner I will let you have a house-party every year." After Uncle Peter was safely set tled for the night and his door closed the children prepared for bed. Then a ghostly procession once more made a tour of the house, lingering for a few minutes before the smouldering embers. “Girls, I feel too gTOwn-uppety for words," said Patience. “So do I, and kind as though we were married." One might have ttunglned Rachel knew whereof she spoke. "Or as though we were all away at school together," and with these words of Jane they scampered off to bed. Not to sleep, however, for they could not refrain from stealing hack and forth and playing pranks on each other. (Continued Next Sunday.) (Copyright, 19S4 ) One of my Oo-Hawk friends, A. Langdon Dodge, 82, Bay State road, Boston, has sent me the drawing and directions for a stool such as he made for his mother last Christmas. He made it out of board one inch thick and six Inches wide. The top is 12 inckvK long and two slues are eight Inches long. Each of the sides should have the small V cut up the middle. Nail the top to the two eldes and cut two cross pieces about one and a half Inches wide and one Inch thick. Nall them on securely and they will make the stool very strong. I am sure that many of you will enjoy making a stool like this for your home. PETER. Today we ha\% a contest of mixed names In honor of the birthday of Charles Dickens, the famous Eng lish author who was bom February 7. Arrange the letters In their right order 8Xkl see If you will find the names of.\Some of his well-known books. Tfle answers will be printed next week. X.—Ivrelo Slwtt. 2. —Teh Dol Iructlsoy Phos. 3. —Clncoeah Kicnbyle. 4. —Het Tiserhams Faroe. 6.—Vidad Foereopejjlf. 6. —Eklab Sehou. 7. —Letllt Ridter. 8. —A Etal Fo Tow Sictle. Howard Pender of Steel. Mo., feels lonesome when he does not get the paper with Happyland page on Sun day. and especially likes to read the good things Uncle John has to tell us. THE SINGING DELL MY EVENING SONG By HAPPY. WHfcJN all the children are asleep And safely tucked In bed at night, I like to take my song book out And sing to them with all my might. Beneath a window Is the place To raise my voice and let It fall. It hurts my feelings that grotwn ups Can never understand at all. They do not care, for my sweet songs They slam their windows down and then They say—"The alley cats are out " I'll never sing to them again! | Letters From, Little Folks of Happyland (Prize.) Brownie. I am a little dog. I lived with my mother. I had six sisters and four brothers. My mother's master killed all of my sisters, but kept me and my four brothers. I was only a week old when erne day two nven came to see us. Our master said: "You men can have eny two of these pups, any two except this one." He was an awfully pretty pup. They picked out me and my brother. I was brown and white and my brother was all white, like our mother. I was much smaller than my brother. Then they took us out and put us in a oar. One man drove the car and the other one held us. We tried to get away, but couldn't. They brought us to a big white house and showed us to the children. They petted us. 'hen they put us in a summer kitch n in a box. We cried for our nioth r. but It didn't do us any good. That night they brought us some milk and we drank it because wo were hun gry, for we hadn't had anything to eat all day. That night some people came in and they all came and look ed at us and petted us fyid said we were pretty. They called, my brother Fido and me Brownie. We lived this way a week, and then on Saturday night they took me and put me In the same car. I thought maybe I was going home to my mother, but we went farther than that. AVe went to a big city called Oma ha. AA'e stopped at a brown house at the corner of Thirteenth and M streets. South Omaha. They carried me upstairs and put me lh the kitch en, and there I stayed for a week. I cried for Fido an awful lot and it was hot up there. I didn’t get to go out side once. Then on Saturday night they put me in the same car and took me back where Fido was. T was sure glad to see him. We played around, but I believe they thought we were fight ing and didn’t know each other, but they were mistaken, because I knew him as well as before, although they didn't think so. We had a nice warm bed for a couple of days. Then they put us In a wood house nearly full of wood and It wasn't quite so warm In there. AVe had to sleep in there for a couple of weeks until one Sunday a man and woman and some children came with a little boy and they gave me to them. I was treated fine. I slept under the summer kitchen. I was alF right until one day they caught & hound In a trap and they kept him. He wouldn’t let me eat with him. I lived here the rest of my life, near Missouri A’alley, and my brother, Fido, lived the rest of his life near Honey Creek, but X never' found out where the rest of my broth ers ever lived.—A'era Kulalla Olsen, age 11, Honey Creek, la. IJkn Her Teacher. Dear Happy: We have hnc a Go Hawk. 1 will promise to be kind to all dumb animals. I wish some of the Go-Hawks would write to me. Yours truly. Zola Barta, Ord, Neb. BOOK, I Daddy and Peter always like new desserts, so I thought 1 would try a new one on them tomorrow night. DATE WALNUT PUDDING. Two eggs, two tablespoons flour, one teaspoon baking powder, one nip of chopped walnuts, one cup chopped dates, three fourths cup sugar. Heat eggs. Add sugar, then flour and baking powder sifted together, and last Walnuts and dates. Sprinkle with clmiHtnon after putting In s Ihlttercd baking dish. Cook 110 to -10 minutes In a slow oven and try with a straw. Serve with whipped cream. I know Peter will especially like this, for he always says Ifs “Just heaven" when we have something with whipped cream. POLLY. I Disagreements Janet Lee was a thoroughly dis gusted girl. The object of lief dis approval was her 12-year-old brother, Jimmy. He was like all other ml» chievleous mules of his age, all flesh, flourish and impertinence. To be a good Go-Hawk was Janet'B chief ambition but every time she endeavored to do some worthy deed Jimmy was on hand to make things look very much tlie opposite of good ness; such was the way matters stood when Janet Lee angrily threw herself into the comfortable ham mock of the l^eert’ veranda on a bright morning in June. A magazine was laying on tile reed table closo by and Janet opened a page to a story whose title pleased her eye. The story was too long to repeat here but suffice to say that when Janet came to the end of the story her eyes held a new sparkling expression. A mischievous smile played around her small lips and she tossed her long curls as she skipped into the house. Jimmy was always teasing and making fun of her and she was always angry with him for it. Well— The Lees were ail eating dinner when Jimmy appeared with flushed cheeks and a disposition as Jolly as ever. As he throw his cap Into a chair and bounced Into Ills place at the table Junet felt words of dis approval rising within her but she hastily checked them determined not to act in ‘her usual custom. Jimmy noticed the change and said teasingly: "Well a change has coine over the good fairy, Janet. Why hast not your usual words of advic* been forthcoming, dear princess?" "Oh, I certainly wouldn't Interfere ! with any of your truly perfect man ners, dear Jimmy," was the unusual reply. “I know how very good you are, and Jimmy, I mended the base ball you asked me to this morning and as I knew your weekly allow ance was spent I paid for the re newal of your dearest possession ‘The Boys Favorite Treasure Club.’ Please pass the salad.” Jimmy stared at the really changed Janet with a rather Impolite gaze and then said dazedly. "Well, can you beat It?" After dinner Janet was watering a few flowers In her room when she heard a slight noise and turned to see a blushing JTmmy looking sheep ishly at her. * "Say, sis," he said bashfully, "you're a real sport. Give me your dearest wish and I'll grant It. Honest I mean It." he added as Janet looked doubtful, but she smi!%d and said calmly and sweetly, “Please Join the Go-Hawks and try your best to fol low the pledge. Will you?" No need to tell the answer and I may say here that there were very few disagreements between Janet and Jimmy after that.—Lillian M. Nel sen, Wolbach, Neb., Bo* 72. A New Member. Dear Happy: I am enclosing a (wo cent stamp for which I hope to re ceive a badge soon. I promise to be kind to all dumb animals. I have a kitten which 1 call Puss. She Is a gray kitten and Is very playful. I am 14 years old and am In the first yegr of high school. 1 like my studies quite well. I enjoy the children's pags very much because It Is so Interesting. I wish a few of the Go-Hawks my age would write to me. I will gladly answer their letters. Yours truly. Dolly Bayer, Edge inont, S. It. An Eighth Grader. Dear Happy: Enclosed find a two-, cent stamp to become a member of the Go-Hawks. I am 12 years olA and In the Eighth grade. My teacher's name Is Mrs. Belike. I like her very much, t like to .read the letters on the Happyland page. Yours truly, Edna Link, St. Michael, Neb. • I .ill** (n .loin. Dear Happy: I would like to join the tlo-Hawks' tilt**. I ant sending n stamp for a button. I am 11 years old and Ih the fourth grade. 1 will be kind to all dumb animals. 1 like to go to srhool. My teacher's name la Miss Culllson. Well I must close for now. Your friend. Kerne Cooper. Elm street, Olenwood, la, Coufton for HAPPY TRIBE Every boy and girl reader nf this paper who wishes to join the do Hawks, of which James Whit comb Kiley was the First Big Chief, can se cure his official button by send ing a I cent s t a m p w 11 li xJJ>ppy1< your li a m e. age and address with this coupon. Address your tetter to "Happy,” care this paper. Over 120,000 members! MOTTO "To Make the World a Happier Place." PLEDGE “I will honor and protect my country's llac." “1 promise to help some one every day. I will try to protect the birds, all dumb animals, trees and plants." The 1 ,ost Child. It was the week of the fair. Betty Brown and her mother were going. After they had arrived at the fair Mrs. Brown and Hetty were walking along looking at different things. Suddenly Mrs. Brown noticed that Betty had disappeared. She looked all over the fair grounds but could not find Betty. So she called tho po lice. In the meantime Betty had spied a little tent off In one corner. Now Betty was courious and wanted to know what was In the little tent. She quietly walked Into the tent. She saw a lady. Betty thought the lady very pretty because she had so many beads and braceleta on. This woman wns a fortune teller. At once she noticed tho little girl and asked her what her name was and what slie wanted. Betty said her name was Betty Brown and that she came to see what was In the little tent. Now the gipsy lady had wanted a little girl for a long time and thought now I shall have some one to amuse me while I am not busy telling fortunes. "I will take her Ic our wagon which is so far away that no one will ever think of looking for her there. ’ The gypsy lady told Betty If she tyould come with her she would give her lots of pretty beads. Now Betty wanted some beads so she sai-1 she would go, not thinking of her mother. The lady put her shawl on an I said: "I will take her down the back way so no one will see her. She rust stepped out of the tent when a policeman came hurrying up to her. "Whose little girl have you. She is the one which was described about one hour ago." The policeman took the little girl to her mother, and how glad the lit tle girl to see her. Ruby Plummer, Aurora. Neb. Second I«efter. Dear Happy: As I haven't written to you for a long time I thought I would write today. T am 13 years old; my birthday Is the fifth of December. I would like to find a twin in the Happy tribe to write to. I sure like to get letters. I write to two Go-Hawks. They are Elizabeth Langan and Mabel Calmn. I am In the seventh grade. My teacher Is Mrs. Brown. There are sixteen pupils In our sohool. I will write a little poem and some nuts for Mr. Squirrel. Tours truly. Margaret I«andon, Ar cadia, Neb. Beatrice Beruk of New Bedford, Mass., has started a tribe with her whole class of more than "0 boys and girls as members. Wants To Join. Dear Happy: X wish to Join your Go-Hawk tribe. , I will promise to be kind to all dumb animals. I am 8 years old and in the fourth grade. 1 have four brothers and three sis ters. . Am sending you the coupon and a : two 1 cent stamps for which please send me your itadge. From your friend, Georgia Kliment, Atkinson. Neb. First letter. Dear Happy: This is my first letter to you. I am also sending a two-cent stamp for which I wish to become a Go-Hawk. I promise to be very kind to all dumb animals. I used to bare a brown puppy, his name was Mutt. Ills nsme served the purpose ss he certainly was a mutt. But he ran iwny and we could never find him. Wilma Lorensen, age 12, Hampton. Neb. A Go-Hawk When are dumb animals always treated kind’ Who helps people across the street that are blind? Who trys to be as happy, as happy as ran he? Who Is alwn\s ready trt offer -his services free.? Why, that’s a Go-Hawk who la so full of cheer And always ready to help If he Is near. —Mildred Rankin, aged 11. Colum bus, Neb. A Reader. 1 *e.ir Happy: I mn sending a ?• cent stamp for a Go Hawk pin. I am 10 years old and am In the fourth grade. My teacher's name Is Miss Allle Rank*. For pets 1 have two dogs and one eat. I read this paper every Sunday. Your* truly—Kdna 1 tanka, llelvey. Neh. Good Rooks for Children i Choose one of these honk* to read each week. Keep n record, ami at the end of tho year If you can show ••mi have read at least one of these hooks every week you will he given an Awtird of Honor Your year starts the week you begin to lead. Perhaps you hnd better cut the Hat out each time and taks It with you to your cltv llhrary It la prepared for the Happylnnd hoys and girl* by Miss Alice M. Jordan, supervisor of children's work, Poston Public library. This week she suggests: Andrew*, M. It, "Perfect Tribute.’* I.ofllrg, Hugh. "Story of Mrs. Tubbs." Ilall, Jennie. "Men of Old flieocr " Martin, (1. M . "Kmtn’y I.ou." Khedlock, Marie, "Eastern Stories and I.egends," Teasdale, Sara. "KaJnbow Gold." ( Bernice. Once upon a time there was a little girl whose name was Bernice. She lived In a little village by the woods. One day her father was called to the , city on business. lie thought he would taj were dressing the curtain fell. You might know bow we felt. But teacher got the curtain up as quick as she could and w> all covered up so they could not see uh. Thep when the curtains were up we had our play- Then at- i ter our program we sold the boxes nnd ate our supper and had lots of fun. The people sure liked our pro gram. V!a.-*ta Pallas. Aye 10, Pender, Neb. When I Dress I'p My Grandmama has made for me Quaint clothes of long ago. And when I'm home on stormy days I love to dress up so. A full, full skirt and Vnlts and bag And cape that's like a shawl; But finer than anything is my hat With flowers and wavy plume tall! I look Into the mirror; I'm as pretty as can be; b'ven Tabby and her Tabbykins Come up to look at me! —t.ibby Abramson, 2019 North Nineteenth street, Omaha, Neb, Has Many Pels Dear Happy; I would like to Join the Go-Hawks club. 1 will lie very timl to dumb animals. I am sending s stamp for a pin. I am In the Fourth grade. My teacher's name Is Mis* Winfield and I am 10 years old. There are 38 pupils In my room. 1 ahvc six pets, a dog and he is white nnd has black ears, his name Is* Bingo. I like him very much and 9 also have five chickens, all black. * will lie good to my mother and father, As that Is all I will clrise with love.—f Gladys Ziegler, Ruahvllle, Neb. Helen Haury of New Haven, Conn . loves nearly every kind of an animal, all flowers, the forget-me-not being her favorite. A Fourth Grader. Pear Happy: 1 would like to join your Go Hawk club. I am sending you a S cent stamp for a button, t promise to be kind to all dumb ani mals. 1 go to school and I am In the fourth grade. I go to Sunday school. 1 have a brother 5 yean* old, and 1 am 9. I have one slsler and four brother*. My sister ha* a little hoy and he 1* living with tie. My papa works for the railroad com pany. We have a dog and a pony. 1 would like to have some Go-Hawk write.—Maxine Splker. I.ong l’lne. Neb. Another II ay to Hr a Good Godlauh A good Go llawk I* not afialil to say he Is sorry and ask for forgiveness when he find* he I* In 'he wrong li Is not always any. md It la the courageous and tight thing to do. Ho remember this ray to b* a good Go Hawk. s |-Told in The Children’s Museum The Passenger Pigeon Tells His Story Wander and search as far and as long as you will, I don't think you will find a single bird like me living on this earth again. Fifty years ago we darkened the sky as we flew, my tribe was so numerous. Now. here and there In a museum you wdll find one or two of us on a wooden perch, looking with beady eyes through the glass of the case. You will know us by our red-brown breasts, gray-blue hacks, red eyes and feet, and our long, pointed tails. When we lived in the world it would sometimes take days for all of our flock to fly past one particular point on our way to a new homing ground It was not,because we flew slowly, for we traveled at a rate of between 70 end 100 miles an hour. But th^re were crowds of us! We needed to be able to fly fast and far, too, because wo had to take long Journeys regu larly for our daily food, since In al most no time we ate up all that was growing around our homes. We made these homes in forests of good, strong trees. When we moved into a wood and built our homes, our city would some times he 40 miles long snd several miles wide, even though we crowded many nests together on one branch. Occasionally there would he a trag edy when a branch too heavly laden would snap off and the nests and Sylvia was lonely and had many times expressed a wish that she could have a little sister for a playmate. Her mother told her if she was a good girl perhaps her wish would be grati fied. One day her father came home snd took her mother awnv for a vlqit. The next morning he came to see his little daughter. "What do you suppose mother is' going to bring you when she comes1 bomfe?" he asked. Sylvia couldn't guess, so he told her. "Two little brothers, Sylvia— twins." Tears came Into the little girl’s eyes and she said disappointingly. "Oh. daddy, why didn't mother get , one of them a girl, as dong as she bought two of them?" birds would fall to the ground. Early every morning as soon as the sun was up off we'd go in search of food. At some great distance from home we would find a field, and there, covering the ground, we would settle down and eat our fill. By sundown, however, we would be on our homeward way, and long before those waiting there for us could see their home-coming ones, they could hear the whirring of our wings like the rising' of a gale of wind. Reaching home we would alight with a continuous flapping of wings and scraping of slipping feet on branches, and sometimes the crashing of a limb, broken by the weight of too many scrambling pig eons. So loud a noise we made that man, waiting four our return with his gun, could fire into our mldet and we would not hear it. Our safety did not lie In numbers, for we weie so many that we were easily hunted Now none of us are fllyng over the earth, for we are all dead. Don't think of us like the ancient and honorable dinosaurs or other strange beasts who lived millions of years ago and whose bony remains are frequently dug up for some wise man to conjure over. We were living and flying about not very man - years ago, but now here and there one or two of us stand on a wooden perch, looking with beady ey*-s through the glass of the case. WEATHER Snowing Skates IN HAPPYLAND. i Elizabeth Leussler of Hose Hill farm, Windsor, Vt„ la chief of a new tribe that is just starting and has a chief's book In which are things from the Happyland page. In Field and Forest On* of th* New Haven Go-Hawk* has written to ask m* what ar* th« best trees to study in th* winter. It Is always better, either winter or sum mer. to choose th* tree* that ar* growing in yards, parks, along th« street or In any other open spare When they have been able to stand apart from other trees they have a chance to keep their natural shape When they live’ close together and their branches are crowding ea> other It means when storme com. that the bark Is bruised and budr and leaves are destroyed. Testerday, when I took my morn lng walk, I looked all around to find how many of the weeping trees 1 could find. When I was a boy I a! ways wondered why they should h< called weeping willows. I have since found out that none of the weepins trees are grown from seeds, but the’ are all grafted In nursery rows. The arching limbs of the Cape down elm£ droop to the ground o all sides of the main trunk, and *• does the weeping mulberry. Th weeping willows and birches alway: have fine, light foliage. Whenevi I see these pretty trees they mak> me think of green summer house br little play house dotting the yards Try’ to remember even one or t«< points that you learn each weei about tbe friendly trees. If you w: lo tills, at the end of a year you wil be serprised at the number of thinn con know. One word more—do n forget to do your share toward heij ng the birds. UNCLE JOHN. Dot Puzzle CAN Tor FINISH THIS 1‘ICTVKK* Complete the picture by drawing * line through the >1 •« beginning with one and taking them numerically.