Nebraska Newspapers

    How Lincoln Earned "Life of Washinaton
□IIS week brings two days that every American boy
and girl loves. Tuesday will be the birthday of
Abraham Lincoln, followed so quickly by St. Val
entine's day on Thursday. Some of the Go-Hawks have
the Joy of owning many books and on Christmas, their
birthdays, and even on Valentine’s day there are wise
grown-ups who make it a point to add a new book to
the library of the children they love. Then, too, the
most of you live near cities where there are libraries
with the best of all books waiting for you to borrow
and read.
It is, therefore, Just a little hard for us to Imagine
bow it must have been in those faraway days when
Abraham Lincoln was a boy, longing with all his heart
to read and ready to light for the chance. One time
wnen tie was very young he borrowed a book from a rich farmer. A few
days later when he returned It he said sorrowfully: "I meant to take such
good car* of your book, Mr. Crawford, but I’ve damaged It a great deal with
out intending to and now I want to make It right with you. What shall I
do to make It good?”
, "Why. what has happened, Abe?” Mr. Crawford looked at the stained
leaves and warped binding of his copy of "The I.lfe of Washington.”
"It was this way, Mr. Crawford,” replied the boy. "I sat up late to read
it. When I went to bed I put It away carefully In my ‘bookcase,’ as I call
it—a little opening between two walls in the logs of our cabin. I dreamed
■ about General Washington all night and when I woke up went to get the
book to read a page or two before I did the chores, and you ran Imagine
how I felt when I found It (his way. The mud had come out of the weather
side of the crack and the rain had been dropping in for three or four hours
before I went for the book. I am so sorry, Mr. Crawford, and I want to
fix It up with you, for I haven’t the money to pay for ft.”
W®U- ’ rep,ie<1 Mr. Crawford, "come and shuck corn for three days and
in* book Is yours.”
Ydung Abraham was more than pleased, for It seemed a very easy way
reurtW a'rn00T,|rUSV^8huCk °°rrl f°r three day8' Af,®r h® ha<l finished
M ® °f Washington,” the boy told his friend. Mrs. Crawford,
mat^6 did not Intend to' shuck corn and split rails all hfs life
"What do you Intend to do?" asked Mrs. Crawford.
“Oh, I'll bo the president some day.”
"You wohld make a pretty president with all your funny jokes and
tricks, now wouldn’t you?” asked the farmer's wife. y 3 d
plied'the b*!y *tUdy and B#t feady "nd perhap8 mV chance will come,” re
W* all know that his chance did come and be- . m
caus* he had studied so faithfully he was ready. 1 M_.-.I
How many of you would ho wlilirig to shuck corn jTfljftlTl
thre« day to earn one book? w ^ ^ | fl
UNCLEPETERHEATHEN
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8FNOPSIS.
•f fr'.‘r.l,Ttn'T f® “»• the home
«T *»• TTevellyn twine. Pr„cl,.n.« n„,|
2!S.“.7^B,7*;r,he K h’neiy the (wine
f, !h®lr Jt,rl. friend* form n
ml—to nary snrlrtr and" adopt him a* llieir
*®IJ girl look* after *,>me
®*ri_ of hie welfern and they have majiv
fp”. .time* together. Mr. Treadway, a
neltfhbor. offer* the mieeionarlea the
■null house at the hack of hJ* eetale for
a Bouse ruwty. Tile rlrle entertain Mr.
Treadway and Uncle Peter at dinner, then
aU gattnw around the (rate fire to tenet
"mrehmaiiowe and tell rtorie*. Then Mr.
I read way departs. Uncle Peter, their
*’?* ,0 i1'* ™m “d the girl*
try to settle down for the nlrht.
NOW OO ON 'WITH THIS STOUT.
(Continued From T„ast Sunday)
It must have been lata, and still
they wara not slaapy. They had all
parchad on one bed and ware whis
pering together when out of the
darkness there came a peculiar noise.
“Goodness gracious! What Is
that?” Ruth jumped to the floor.
“It sounds as though some one
were trying to get in at the front
door.” Rachel’s voice was timid.
"Somebody surely locked it after
Mr. Tredway, didn’t they?” asked
Patience.
“I know that I did.” and following
these words of Prudence came the
echo of soft footfalls and a sound as
though some one leaned agajnst tho
door In the hope of pushing It open.
"Do you think we ought to waken
Uncle Peter?" It was evident that
Jane waa really frightened. "What
shall we do?”
Thoroughly alarmed, the girls
huddled closely together In the hall.
“We can’t waken Uncle Peter. He
must not be disturbed whatever hap
pens.” Prudence was always watch
ful of his comfort.
All the others agreed that he must
be protected. Patience was particu
larly troubled. “If the burglar should
break through the door It will waken
him and most likely frighten him
»<f that he will not be able to sleep
snf more."
Again cams ths peculiar tap, tap
at tha door. "It may be only some
one who has lost his way. Perhaps
we had better call out the window
and ask what Is wanted.” Jane felt
some action must be taken.
“No,” replied Prpdsnce, “for Uncle
Peter would surely hear us.”
“I never could go down to the
door," declared Rachel. "Anyway,
it does not make so much difference
about us being frightened, or If we
do have to stay awake, If only our
heathen 1s safe. After all the care
we hava taken of him I don’t want
him to be scared to death now.”
"I tell you!” Patience had been
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"I will honor and protect my
country's flag.”
"I promise to help some one
every day. I will try to protect the
birds, all dumb animals, trees and
plnnts.”
quiet a few minutes. "We’d feel so
much 1 letter if we could Just be near
Uncle Peter. Of course, we can't go
into his room to sleep, but—but we
could take the mattress off this bed
and put it on the floor right by his
door, and gome of ua could sleep
there.”
"Yes, we’d feel safer to be near
him and we'd be sure that nothing
would hurt him. either.” Ruth then
declared that she wanted to be one
to sleep there.
Patience reminded them of the fact
that she had suggested the plan and
should sleep there, and the rest were
equally as eager to perform the same
service.
'T guess we can all lie there cross
wise and Tet our feet hang over the
edge. I suppose we would feci bet
ter to tie together near Uncle Peter,”
and with these words of Jane the
girls pulled and tugged until they
had succeeded In dragging the mat
tress to his door. They made a bed
as well as they could in the dark.
So engrossed were they In their task
that for a few minutes they forgot
the marauder, the cause of it all.
They were finally settled, not very
comfortably It must be confessed, but,
full of missionary zeal, no one com
plained. They felt happier to be near
I’ncle Peter, even though they must
suffer discomfort, than to bo away
from him. When they again heard
the peculiar noise on the porch they
clasped each others’ hands, trembling
with fear, but rejoicing in the
thought that their heathen elumbered
peacefully, unconscious of his dan
ger.
"To get at Uncle Peter to rob him.
whoever it Is would have to step over
us and he'd have a hard time,” brave
ly whispered Patience.
They really thought they would
Etay awake all night. In truth It al
most seemed their duty to do so, but
somehow or other their eyes grew
heavy. Perhaps It was due to Ihe
fact that they dared not talk much.
At last they were all sound Rsleep.
Thus It was that Uncle Peter
found them when he opened Ills door
In tho morning. lie stole back Into
Ihe room after softly closing It.
Then he sat down by the window and
laughed until the tears rolled down
his cheeks. "Had ever heathen’s
eyes been greeted by a more unusual
sight.’’ Unless he went out the window
and slid down the pnrrh pillar he
knew that there was no way for him
to l»avo the room until the girls had
awakened.
Moon he heard them rousing and
then with smothered laughter drag
ging the mattress away. When they
had dressed, Prudence knocked soft
ly on the door. "Wake up, Uncle
Peter! We are going now to get break
fast, and bo you had belter dress."
(Copyright by David McKay. All rlgbls
rfrnprvfcd Prlnttod l»y u^rmlialnn and
arrangf)iii«in(ii with l>avWl Mc
Kay J’ubllNhinjc company).
(Continued Next Sunday)
Dorothy Path of Pueblo, Col., bn*
a rat named Topay and Jh much in
(treated in Hilly Squirrel’* corner
and la aavlng *‘Nuta" for him.
1 Lexers From Little 'Folks 0/ Happy land
PRIZE.
The Unlucky Maybasket.
Dear Happy: I read the letters In
the Happy Land page. I enjoy read
ing th^m very much. I was 12 Jan
uary 22. I am In the seventh grade.
I live about a half a mile from our
school. I would like very much td
hoar from some of the Go-Hawks and
Happyland readers. I would like to
be a Go-Hawk, so inclosed a 2 cent
stamp and a coupon for my pin. I
am going to write a story about
“THE UNLUCKY MAYBASKET."
After working several hours, Ger
aldine had her May baskets all filled
with the exception of one she could
not get the flowers In to suit her. But
at last she put the flowers In and
said it was good enough for Jennie
White.
Geraldine arose an hour earlier that
morning so she could hang her May
baskets before school.
She was shout to Jennie White's
house when the school bell rang. She
only had five minutes to get to Jen
nie’s house and get to school. With
a dash she hurried across the street,
but she did not see the street car
coming down the hill. The man on
the corner screamed at her, but It
was too late. The next second Ger
aldine was lying motionless upon the
ground. For several weeks the child’s
life hung like a thread, but finally
the crisis passed and she began to
recover.
Every day Jennie White came to
see her.
"If it hadn't been for the basket
that you were taking to me you
wouldn’t have been hurt,” said Jen
nie one day.
“Oh, you weren't to blame at all,”
she said without raising her eyes.
“There were two reasons why I was
hurt: one was that I was unkind
and the other 'was because I was
careless.”
I hope none of my Go-Hawks will
be like Geraldine. Yours very truly,
l,a Verna Ingwerson, Neh&wka, Neb.
The Witches.
Tonight the witches w«l rid#
Each on her broom stick astride, as
tride.
Silent and swift In their mystic flight,
Upward they’ll go In the cold black
night
The wind will howl and shriek and
moan
Great trees shudder and shake and
groan
The moon wUl hide In the murky
sky
Tn forest dark bats will fly
The wolves will howl
And the green-eyed cats In the sha
dows prowl.
Tonight the witches will ride, will
ride
Each on her broom st ick astride, as
tride.—Helen Nyberg. aged 9,
Stromsburg, Neb.
A Third Grader.
Dear Happy: X want to join your
Happy Tribe. X sm • eight years
old and I am In the third grade at
school. We have seven canary birds.
I have two sisters, one la 7 and the
other is 1 year old. I like my teach
er; her name is Alma Conddon. I
am enclosing a 2-cent stamp for a pin.
Well, I will close. Tour friend, Ida
Mae Ea Belle, 1603 N street, Aurora,
Neb.
Please Writs to Me.
Dear Happy: I wish to join your
go-hawk tribe. I am sending a two
cent stamp for a pin. I promise to
help someone every day. I will try
to protect the birds and all dumb
animals. I have a little white kitty
named Snowball. I wish some of
the go-liawks would write to me.
Your friend Margaret Young, age 6,
Elk City, Neb.
Wants to Join
Dear Happy: I would like to be a
Go-Hawk.
Will you please send me a Go
Hawk pin. I am sending a stamp
.for your Go-Hawk button. I like the
Go-Hawks’ ways. From Miss Eocna
Goddard. Champion. Neb.
A Fifth Grader.
Dear Happy: I ain one of your
happy tribe but I have lost my but
ten. I am a hoy In the fifth grade
at school. My teacher’s name Is
Miss M. Bchaffel. I go to the Platt
school. Clyde C. Thuerayle, 904
West Fourth street, Grsnd Island.
Neb.
POLLY'S
COOK.
BOOK,
Several of my friend* have naked
i me for n candy recipe for their par
tic* and Just a* 1 wa* wondering
what one to give them here came
something new. It I* called.
Orange Fudge
Two cupa of augar, one half nip
of milk. Juice of on* orange, piece
of butter the *lxe of a walnut.
Mix and cook until It form* a firm
hall In water. (Jrease a pan and pour
In the randy. Let It cool, then cut In
squares.
I have ha/1 Iota of fudge recipes,
but till* la the first time I ever
heard of orange fudge, no I nrn very
glad. POLLY.
“To he polite 1* to do ami *ay
The kindest thing* in the kindest
way.”
WHATHKB
It A IN I NO V AI jK NT INISB
IN 11APPYLAND.
Yellow Bird.
It was a bright summer day In the
valley of the Rocky mountains and
the grass was green and the water
blue In the river. The roar of the falls
could be heard In the distance. There
was still snow on the mountain miles
away.
Yellow Bird sat gazing at the dis
tant mountains. It was so beautiful
and so pure and clear that day.
Yellow Bird was an Indian girl
about 20 years old. She had long
black hair. She wort it In long black
braids. This day she wore a red drees.
It was without sleeves. She was also
barefooted. Around her head was a
band with a feather. She had been sit
ting quietly when she perceived an
object moving on the summit. She
Jumped and reached for her bow and
arrow.
A few minutes later she was stand
ing over a bear sha had just killed.
This bear proved to be the prize bear
that had gotten away from the big
circus from the city nearby.
Yellow Bird was paid *f>0 for
finding tl\e savage beast.—Marjorie
Hoover, Portsmouth, la.
A Wise Dog.
Thers was once a blind man. He
had a dog. The dog would lead him
to a certain corner each morning.
The man would hold his hat in his
hand. People would drop money In it.
One day the man was very ill. He
could not go out of the house. The
dog took the man's hat and went t®
the corner. People who were pass
ing by dropped money In the hat.
The dog held his master's hat In
his mouth.
TV hen people were not passing by
the dog would put the hat down.
One day a man was passing by and
saw the dog. He dropped in a dollar
and a half. After a while the man
watched to see where the dbg was
going. He saw that the dog was
bringing the money to his master.
The next day the man gave the dog a
gold collar. Tour friend, Eibby
Abramson. Ib49 North 19th St., Oma
ha, Neb.
A New Member.
Hear Happy: 1 read the letters the
children write in The Omaha Ree
and would like to Join the tribe.
So you will please find enclosed a 2
cent stamp as you request for a Go
Hawk button.
For I love birds, animals and
flowers, quite a number of girls in
my room at school will be interested,
too, I am sure. I would lie pleased
to have a letter from other members
of the flo-llawk tribe. 1 am 10 years
old. I,ulu J,ee Beattie. 4314 Dodge
St., Omaha, Neb.
Reads Happy land.
Hear Happy: I am sending a 2
cant stamp for my pin. I have 4
brothers and 4 sisters. I am 9 years
old. I had a pet cat but he ran
away, and I promise to be kind to
all dumb animals.
I am in the fifth grade and my
teacher's name is Miss Pearl Dm
borm. I read The Ree every Sunday.
My older sister is a Go-Hawk. My
oldest brother is a Journal carrier.
As my letter Is getting long I will
close. Tour friend. Helen Caddy,
Eagle, Neb.
Will Be Kind.
Dear Happy: 1 am wishing to Join
the Go-Hawk club very much so I
am sending 2 cents for my button.
I will be kind to all animals and
1 will care for the plants. I wish the
other Go-Hawks good lurk with their
stories. I am 9 years old and I will
try to be a good member. Voura
truly, Mary Sterba, Bellevue, Neb.
Geraldine Munson of Potsdam, N.
T., lias fed the birds sll winter, giv
ing them brgad crumbs snd other
things.
This week my order from Polly was
to make her a round center table to
match the other furniture. As you
boys know I am using cigar box
wood for It all. First soak your
boxes In boiling water until all the
labels are off. Then bind the covers
to keep them from warping and put
• he boxes lit I ho sun to dry. Never
split your wood. Instead score it
Just a« you do cardboard. Then
break it or elso keep on scoring un
til the piece is cut through.
For this tahis I use«l a saucer to
mark out a circular top five Inches
In diameter. Four strips of wood
make a good solid base. After your
table Is finished then rub It down
with sandpaper. Drive alt the nail
heads below the surface. Fill lip the
holes with putty. Stain to match the
wood as nearly as possible Finish
with two coals of hulled linseed oil,
putting It on with n rag and wiping
dry. Your friend, PETKH.
Their First School Lesson.
Edwin and Mary were twins and
the dearest little 6 year-old twins you
ever saw in the world.
They both had short brown curly
hair, big brown eyee and very pretty
features.
They were the same size and looked
exactly alike.
Mother dressed them in their best
dottier and she was very particular
about brushing their hair and filing
their finger nails.
When they finally took their seats
tn the school room, the teacher said,
“First of all I must talk to you about
safety.
“Many children do not realize the.
danger of going along tlie street alone,
and consequently there are a large
number of accidents every year.
Every time you come to a street car
track, you should pause on the corner
and look in every direction to see whe
ther it is safe for you to cross.”
Edwin and Mary listened, but a«
soon as they were outside Edwin
said: ^
“That wasm funny thing to talk
about in school, wasn't it? I knew
that before I started.”
"ho did I,” said Mary.
Hand in hand the two children
reached the comer and in their dis
Icuasion about the safety lesson, they
failed to look up or down the street.
| They walked right on to the track
almost in front of the street car that
was coming down the street.
If it had not been for the motor
man's loud jingling of the bell, the
twins would have been run over and
killed. As it was, they jumped back
ward out of the way.
“Didn't your teacher tell you to
look out for the cars?” asked a by
stander near.
"Yes,” said Edwin. “We were talk
ing about it. We thought she was sil
ly to tell us what we already knew
but we don't now." Your Co-llawk
friend, Pauline Ingwersen, Nchawka.
Neb.
Our Trip.
Dear Happy: Is Mr. Waatepaper
basket gone to school? I want to
write you a letter about my trip to
Colorado.
One day last summer we took a trip
to Colorado In our car. It took us lit
tle more than two days to get to Fort
Collins. We could see the snow on the
mountains for half a day before we
got to Fort Collins. I think the moun
tains are very pretty. On Sunday we
took our dinner and went up the Pow
der canyon about 14 miles to a big
tunnel. We all climbed a mountain
but got tired and did not reach the
top. I surely liked it in Colorado and
did not want to come home, 1 am
tending anolher stamp for my button
for I lost mine. Your friend, Lois
Jones, aged 8, Hyannis, Neb.
—
A Pe* ltog.
Dear Happy: I have not written to
>ou for a long time and I thought
I would write to you and let you
know that I have not forgotten you.
I have a pet dog. It was given to me
for a Christmas present. Ha is very
cute. We rail him Duke. 1 am send
tng a 2-cent stamp for a pin. I have
lost mine. From a Go-Hawk.—Eileen
Payne, age 8, 609 S. 27th St., Omaha,
Neb.
Another Go-Hank.
Dear Happy: I read the llappyland
page every Sunday. I am sending a
S cent stamp for a pin. I am V3 years
old end in the Seventh grade at
school. For pets I have one cat. at
home, and a Inin tie. but the hantie is
out to my uncles. As my letter is get
ting long I will close. Your friend,
Gertrude Bannlok, Atlantic, la.
Albert Eeboeny of New Bedford,
Mass., rescued a little cat and It is
now very fat and can do all kinds
of tricks.
In Field and Forest
Almost every one of our tree
friends dropped their leaves in the
lata fall and have been standing all
winter with bare limbs. There is one
tree, however, that you may have
discovered Is still wearing Its same
pretty green summer dress. It is the
evergreen. If you will pull down one
of Its leafy green branches you will
find Its leaves are like green needles,
sharp pointed and stiff. Above your
head from the branches will lie seen
hanging queer looking brown cones.
Undernenth your feet Is the carpet
of dead needles and near the top of
some of the branches may be seen
small green cones, waxy and fat.
If you will look at any evergreen
tree In your own yard or somewhere
near your home you will find It has
cones and needle like leaves. They
all belong to four evergreen families
— hemlock, pine, spruce and'fir—and
they are planted everywhere.
Next Sunday when we take our
play walk In Ilappylsnd T want to
show you Just how to tell the trees
of the Kir family, one from the
olher. Ami now good hv fur a week.
Your UNCI.K JOHN.
Bobby's Reward.
Boljby was very happy. In two
(lays he would be 8. and he had been
promised a fine pair of skates If
ho didn't have a single fight until
then. That was a whole month ago,
and not one fight had Bobby had.
Bobby was thinking about the good
times lie was going to have with his
skates as ho hurried home from
school to cut bis kindling. But Just
as be turned the corner, he saw five
boys gathered around something on
the ground. Between their laughs
Bobby could Hear a cry and a whine.
When Bobby pushed his way into the
group what do you supposo he saw?
A wee little girl and a wee little dog.
The little girl was crying and the
dog was whining ami licking her
fare with Ills soft tongue. Bobby
noticed that a tin can was tied to
its tail, and that every time the little
girl tried to untie it one of the boys
would push the puppy out of her
arms.
Jtjpt then the little girl looked up.
And he saw it was Dotty May, who
had just moved into the new house
one block away.
When one of the boys poked her
again, off came Bobby's coat, and he
turned to face the bully. But all of
sudden he thought of his skates.
What shall I do? thought Bobby.
The puppy whined softly, and the
little girl sobbed; then away flew the
picture of the skates, and right and
left flew Bobby’s fists.
By the time the bullies were put to
flight Bobby was a terrible sight. His
hair was tumbled, one eye was black,
one stocking was doYvn, and there
wae a long tear in his blouse.
"I’ll get it," he thought. Then
he picked up the little dog. took Dotty
May's hand, and said, “Come on, I’ll
take you home.”
At her door he placed the puppy
in her arms; then slowly he went
hoYne. When he opened the door
his mother said "Why, Bobby!” Bobby
stopped and said nothing. "Well,’ she
continued, “there will be no birthday
party for you. Nothing, like that for
a boy who won’t stop fighting.”
So Bobby's birthday came, and not
* word was said about it. As he
passed Dotty May's house, she and
her mothei* were coming out of the
gate. It was the first time he had
seen her since he had rescued her
and her puppy. She smiled at him,
and when he passed, she whispered:
"That’s the boy, mother.”
Bobby did not know that they fol
lowed him home. When he came In
his mother asked him if he w anted a
piece of cake. They he went up
stairs and cleaned up for dinner.
When he went in the dining rooYn
there on the table was a cake with
eight candies on it, and rigtit there
sat Dotty May and her mother. His
father gave iiim a package and it
was a pair of skates. “Tou said I
couldn't have them if I had a fight.”
Then his father explained every
thing—Mary Summers, 3804 North
Thirty-ninth street, Omaha.
_
A Kind Art.
Dear Happy: This Is my second
letter. I wish to thank you for my
OolTawk pin. My teacher is Miss
Mary Gross. We had two weeks va
cation for Christmas. A dog came
to our house and we fed him for a
week and then he went away. My
letter is getting so long 1 will close.
Yours truly, Claude Oliver, Wisner,
Neb.
\4 ants letters
Dear Happy: This Is my first let
ter to you. I am sending a 2 cent
stamp for my pin. I want some
of the children to write to me. I will
be kind to all dumb animals. I have
a dog her ninin Is Kaddee. With love,
I remain. Blythe Baird. Beatrice,
Neb.
Kind to Jiggs.
Dear Happy: I read your page
every Sunday. I am sending a 2-cem ;
stamp for my button. 1 am 8 years !
old. I am In the third grade. I have '
a dog and I treat him nice. My dog’s
name la Jlcgs. Your friend, Roger
Thompson, Wisner, Neb.
TINY
TAD
.TALES
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Mac had a new baby slater, who
• ■lied most of the time. One morn
ing tlie amall lad could stand It no
longer.
"Mother," he said disgustedly, "if
I were you I'd take her over where
you bought her nmf get my money
hack. We don't want such a squal
ling thing around here."
A I.ittlp Bird ToM Me— |
Gillian Vincent of New Bedford,
Mnsa., has a cat called l’aint Brush
because lie has n bohlied tall.
That Margaret Dyer of Gratilto
City, 111., likes the tlappyland page
so much that she wishes it would bo
pi luted every day.
That Marguerite t’ro.v and Virginia.
Miller of Drumrlght, Okl., have dr
elded to Join tlie Go llawks no they
think (lie Happy la lid page is more
fun than all tlio funny papers put
together.
That Virginia Guggles of Hast
I.ynn, Mass , is planning to start a
Go-Hawk club and is sure her friends
will all want to Join,
^ _
That Warren l.urth©m©y©i‘ of St
Charlt's, Mo.. ill h©lp ©om© on©
©mm y day an«1 will alno build bird
housed In th© spring.
-Told in
The Children’s Museum
What the Silver Toe Ring Said
THE liot sand
came up over
me as the
foot of my mas
ter sank into it.
Then I was pulled
back through the
dirt and saw
above me the
flapping ends of a
sari and the bare, brown legs
of my owner. Kor in iny country
nearly everyone went barefooted and
wore silver rings on his toes. My
master was working his way toward
tho bazar where his shop was. I
knew by the scant glimpses I caught
when I was not buried in the sand.
We passed heavy two wheeled carta
drawn by slowly-moving bullocks—
they looked like the oxen you see in
this country. Sometimes my master
would pause while the elephant train
of a rajah or prince passed. The
rajah, draped in flowing silks and
wearing many Jewels, sat on Ills ele
phant's back under a silken canopy,
not seeing those who walked ahead
scattering flowers. Occasionally In
the distance I noticed a caravan of
camels leaving the city for far-away
lands.
Reaching his open fronted store, my
master entered and, doubling his legs
beneath him, sat down on a cushion
and began his daily tasks. He work
ed with gold, silver and rubies, for his
people were very fond of Jewelry and
often a man invested much of Vis
wealth in a few pieces for his wife
to wear.
If a customer came in my master
did not ask him to buy, since such
forwardness would have been most
BULLOCK CANT
rude. Instead, the newcomer was
offered a cushion and a pipe and al
lowed to take hla time to bring up
the subject of a purchase. Nothing
waa ever done in a hurry. People
are apt to be slow In a hot country,
you know. And mine was a hot
country. Many times the heat sent
the quicksilver In the thermometer
above the line that means one hun
dred.
Because of this great warmth the
people of India wear soft silk and
thin cotton clothes. A dress, which
is called a sari there. Is only one
straight piece of cloth about five
yards long which Is wound around
the body, pleated on the shoulder and
fastened there with a long pin- No
hooks and eyes, no buttons and but
tonlioles, and still that draped piece of
cloth stays in fllace all day. A man's
hat is also made of a straight piece
of cloth wound around the head and
fastened in front, generally with a
jewel. Such a hat Is called a turban.
After the day's work and it tvafii'y,
a very long one, for my master broke
•ILVBB TO*
KINO*
it up ny a nap
during the hottest
part—w e went
home through the
the less crowded
streets and paus
ed, perhaps under
the mango trees,
in the branches
of which the bril
11 a n 11 y colored
paroquets w • r •
screaming and
chattering.
Arriving horns,
the wide, palm
wood veranda of
fered a cool rest
ing place for my master alter ni»
hath in the stone-lined pond behind
the house. In the shade of the porch
he awaited his evening meal, while
the cries of the beggars in the street
and the music from the lute of a snake
charmer came to his ears.
By and by from the kitchen wu
added the sound of food being pre
pared, the pounding of rice and the
clink of brass cooking dishes. And
then came the pattering of bare feet
aa the aervant boys approached with
the dishes for the table, and the
sound of many voices as the family
of aunts, uncles, cousins, brothers
and sisters drew near.
A dish of steaming rice was
brought, with a hollow place in the
center where a dark liquid, made of
stewed vegetables and meats and
t ailed curry, was soaking its way
through the white rice. With a sigh
of content my master slowly ate his
evening meal.
| Good Books for Children
Choose on* of these books to rend
each week. Keep a record, and at
the end of the year if you can
show you have read at least one of
these books every week you will be
given an award of honor. Your year
starts the week you begin to read.
Perhaps you had better cut the list
out each time and take it w ith you
to your city library. It is prepared
for the Happyland boys and girls by
Alisa Alice M. Jordan, supervisor of
children’s work, Boston public li
brary. This week she suggests:
Garnett, E. A., "Three to Make
Beady.” (Plays.)
Hawes, C. B.. ‘’The Great Quest."
Jewett, 8. O., "Deephaven."
Oleott, F. J., "Good Stories for
Great Holidays.”
Sewell, Anna, "Black Beauty."
Shaw. E. P., "Discoverers and Ex
plorers.”
"They might not need me—yet they
might.
I'll_let my heart be lust 1n sight.
A smile so small as mine might be
Precisely their necessity."
How many of you are good at mak
ing rhymes? Today I am going to
give a valentine contest and you are
to fill out the blanks with words that
rhyme with the last word in the UM
above.
A Valentine For Mother.
Because I want you to be mine.
Please will you be my -
Just like the birds and enow-whit*
dove.
I want to tell you of my
I'm sure you always will be true.
Because your eyes are bright and —
And then your smile ao sweet and
gay
It makes me follow you all — -
If you will only answer this.
Please seal your letter with a -
The answers to our last week's
Piekens contest were: 1 — Oliver
Twist. S—The Old Curiosity Stio*.
3—Nicholas Nickleby. 4—The Christ
r.ia* Carol. S — David Oopperfie'.d.
6—Bleak House. 7 — Little Dorrlt.
S—A Tale of Two Cities.
THE SINGING DELL
MY VALENTINE
By HArrr.
SOME children think that Valentine*
Are only cards—and I have heard
My mother say a A alentin*
May he a smile or loving word.
It seems that are many kinds
Of Valentines for us to *rhe.
And all of them com* from the heart
Where they are horn and where they live.
To^ny I looked within my heart.
To find a Valentine for you.
I've chosen one that's made of love.
\r.d so 1 know Ihst It will do