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® hame ®*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 »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 -- ■w 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