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
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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 hn<l had
weather. We wish we could have
better. It sure has been cold. I am
13 years old, In the seventh grade.
My teacher’s name is Miss Kiliion.
I sure like her. She sure Is a good
teacher. I have one sister and one
brother. My friends told me about
you, so I thought I would write. I
am enclosing a two cent stamp for
the Go-Hawk pin. I will promise to be
good to birds and all dumb animals.
Your Friend, Evelyn Nelson, Daven
port, Neb.
Dorothy Whitman of Potsdam, N.
Y., was out walking one day when
she saw r bird with a broken wing
and took It home and cared for It.
A Real Helper
Dear Happy: I would like to join
the Go-Hawk club and get a pin. I
am 11 years old and In the Eighth
grade at school. For pets I have
three little canary birds, one Is
brown, one IS black ami white and
the other Is all yellow. 1 help my
mother do the dishes and carry In
cobs and many other things. In the
summer I and the neighbor girl play
house, sew and run ^errands for
mother. Mother thinks we should
learn do work about the home as
well as school work.—Helen Borges,
Orleans, Neb.
You have not fulfilled every duty
unless you have fulfilled that of
being pleasant.—Charles Buxton.
First letter.
Pear Happy: T am 10; I will be 11
the 21st of August. I ant in the fifth
grade.
Enclose^ you will find a 2-cant
stamp for my pin, for I want to !>c 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<e his family. Bernice had
many pets, two of which were kittens
her aunt had sent her.
When she W-as told she had to go
away she took the kittens over to
John's house.
"John,” she said. "will you take
care of my kittens while I am
away?"
"Sure," said John.
"Be sure to keep the beds clean
and give them plenty of good things
to eat."
Bernice went away and stayed a
month.
When she came home she went to
see her pets. As she was going
j through the gate she saw tw-o dirty
looking kittens come running to
wards her.
"Are those my kittens?" she asked.
"yes.” salik John, "but they would
not mind so 1 did not feed them and
whipped them almost every day, but
what's that pin for."
"That's my Go-llawk pin," said
Bernice.
Then she told him the story and
ended with saying "Won’t you join.
John.”
"No,” said John, “that's for girls
and sissys.”
A few- days later John and some
i of his friends were talking when one
Edward said, "My sister has the
nicest little paper home; I’ll get It.”
It was the Go-Hawk paper. They
forced John to Join and after he had
his pin and had been a Go Hawk a
few days he said to Bernice,
“It's lots nicer being kind to dumb
animals than cruel.”—Dorothy Fet
ters, age 11, Crawford, Neb.
Barbara Bedford of North Wey
mouth. Mass., has a little dog named
Wootsle that follows her to school
just like Mary's little lamb.
Our Proqr.im.
Once we hod a program and box
social. \Ye were to iiava a big play
with two acts. I was Mrs. Raymond
—a city lady—and another boy was
Mr. Raymond—a real estate man.
We were snowed in and had to stay
with some country folks and I was
supposed to be so angry.
Friday was our box social. We
sure were excited. In the afternoon
w« got our Christmas presents and
treat. We had a tree too. Then we
went home. At night we cane.
There was a big crowd. After a lit
tie while we started our program.
We sang a s-mg. 'Tjouk Pleasant.”
Then we had a play, "Xmas Sec
tets.” Then we were getting ready
for the play "Christinas at the Sleb
binse's.” While w> 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.
