•• • ■■■■■ m*mm m ————— Children Everywhere Remember His Birthday Children like to remember the birthday of James Whitcomb Riley, and in many schools each year, on Ocober 7, a little program is given, when his poems are read and stories of his life told. Some of you have read when he was a boy that he did not get along so very well in school, and oh! how hard he found arithmetic, Just as do so many boys and girls of today. In writing of himself when he was a very small boy, Mr. Riley says: “Little children came and little children went, but I stuck there in the first class in numbers. I was always a great reader, but reading counted for but little in those days.” He was a most tender-hearted little boy. It is told of him that one day when the reading lesson was on the “Death of Little Nell,” he ran away from school because he could not bear to read it aloud when his voice was chok ing and his eyes full of tears. Young Jimmie Riley only w'ent to school until he was 16. Every day after found him off for a long tramp or else buried in a book, usually some thing of Longfellow, Trowbridge or Dickens. And among these book friends his education went on. By this time he was called Jim Riley and most of the people in the little Indiana town where he lived decided he was lazy and would never amount to anything. He learned to play the guitar and violin and his blue eyes were always full of mischief. He could also draw well and before long was helping give entertainments. He took part in amateur theatricals and gave readings of his own. But few people ever saw the ambition that lay back of that dreamy boy whom they thought only lazy, because he did not want to do the things they thought he should. Ho was sensitive, tender-hearted, dearly loved birds, flowers and all outdoors. When not singing and playing, winning applause at the town entertainments, he was apt to be dreaming the hours away beside, some brook. Is it any wonder he later became the poet you all love. Bo many of you have read his “Little Orphant Annie,” “The Raggedy Man,” and others. All those years that he lived in the quiet old house on Lockerbie street in Indianapolis, whenever October 7 came round the postman would come staggering with a great sack of mail from children everyhere. All day would come flowers, callers, and then in the early evening sometimes be neath his windows he would hear young, fresh voices singing “There Is Evei a Song Somewhere, My Dear," or some other one of his poems that have been set to music. We who live away fronti his home city’ and who never saw him know -him best through his poems. Through them we shall always know him. Because he was our Big Chief is the reason all Go-Hawks read again, on Dctober 7, the Riley poems that they love best. [ THE 5QU/TW LflD/ | ■b==-_ ■ .jfteaeawk., ■'■■'■■■ ■ —:—— Synopsis. Kdilor Sli’rley wished to nmkc a trip uith u friend, hut hesitates to leave hi* mother alone, .laek Carrol; and the C*o llawks decide to look after Mrs. Shirley tltiriiiK the editor’s absence. He depart* reeling his mother will not he lonely, luck spends a week at the Shirley home and then, in turn, Donald. Piggy and Tinker. During Tinker's week, the Squaw Cady gives a bob ride, and unfortunately ise and little lame Jimmie are thrown iut of the hob. Mrs. Shirley then take* liinmy home with her for a visit. After a call from Aunt Hallle. Mrs. Shirley in vites the twins over for a week. The missionaries Kacliel. Ruth and Jane, be come worried over the friendship of Pru tlenee and the twins are not lo.val to their heathen l ode Peter. They decide to write Cncle Peter and ask him to hurry home. Fane writes the letter that evening and next dav after school Ruth and Rachel hurry home with her and the three girls hut the themselves In Jane’s room. Now go on with the story (Continued from Last Sunday) When Jane produced the imposing sheet of foolscap paper, which was •overed with her childish handwrit ing, they gazed at It admiringly Rach el was particularly eager to hear it read aloud, for she felt that she hsd given some valuable suggestions. “Do reed it to us, Jane, but not to fast." Jane was longing to read It, but had not wish to appeared over am Ions. ‘ Of course, if you girls would rather I’d read it aloud I will, but I suppose it would be easier, because I am most used to my own handwrit ing. Now listen!” "Poor Downtrodden Heathen: "I am Jane who begins this letter, for the other girls thought I had bet ter write on account of looking after your education, but we are ail going to help out on it. We are all sorrowful In our spirits—that is, the three of the missionaries and, Pat and Prue are so full of the Squaw Lady that they seem to forget their duties as missionaries. 'Before I go any further In my own thoughts I will have to put In some of Rachel's, because she said as long as she had charge of your morals it was her place to fortify you fur your sorrow, so now this is Rachel: “ 'Poorly beloved heathen, though lost to sight, to some of our memories you are dear. I think you had better pray a little before you read any fur - ther. Now! Are you ready to read? We want you to come home as fast as ever you can, for your position in some hearts Is in great danger. We do not want to mention names, but you can guess by the names that are not signed to this letter who are the erring sheep among your flock of missionaries. We dwore to be true ’till death, and three of us have. The other two are running around after false gods, that is, they are with the Go-Hawks, and have a sqimw lady, and doing all kinds of things for hpr. If she were a heathen It wouldn't make us so mad. I won't mind if you do covet your neighbor's cow, and you can covet his ass, only 1 dun t believe he has an ass. What do they look like? He has a wife and you can covet her. It Is awful to have our heathen so far away and not have him near to look after. Please take care of your morals, for, remem ber, you are not near your loving Rachel.’ “Now I can come l>ack. This Is Jane again: I want to say T am sure their Squaw Lady can’t spell as well as you con, and when you come home I'll have you spell her down and then (hey won't feel so smart. Heathen* are smarter than squaws, of course. I wish you could be doing something with your education In Texas. If you sould spell great big Texas down how grand It would be' Don’t car* too much about the squaw. She Isn't t bit prettier than you, and the Go Hawks are copying after us. Sin most likely doesn’t know as much ai you, and If they all get down on theli knees and begged in the snow 1 couldn't help educate her because 1 will be true to you. Don't worry. ] will not let any one cut you out. Now I must let Ruth talk: ” 'Hello, dear Uncle Peter. Pit Ruth, and are you having a goo( time every minute? I want you t< hsvp the most fun of any heath-n It the World, whether you are In Texfu or Here. Piggy made me so mad hi V saying heathens were like cannibals. They're not, and don't let it hurt your feelingB. Do you remember the dancing school, and the matinee, and all our good times, Of course, we did get asked once over to the Squaw Lady's and had a good time, but we mtesed you. I think we ought to tell you we went there. We don't know for sure that she has taken your place with two of our missionaries, but things look bad to us and we thought we'd cheer you. Can’t you come north as soon as the birds do. We mlsu you so. “It's Jane again, and I am so sleepy I can't write any more even if I had more to write. We three still love you, and even If the Go-Hawks were really, truly Indians and scalped us we would never change. Good-by." (Copyright. 1924.) (Continued Next Sunday)., As with most small boys and girls Richard is always delighted when he learns a new word. "Intelligent" is the latest addition to hi» vocabulary. The other morning his mother had been cleaning and dusting several rooms downstairs. When Richard came in frou play he looked about the room and then said enthusias | tic-ally: ‘My, mother, but these rooms are intelligent looking!" f Good Books for Children ] v--/ Choose one of these books to read each week. Perhaps you had better cut tbe list out each time and take It with you to your city library. It is prepared for the Happyland boys and girls by Miss Alice M. Jordan, supervisor of children's work. Boston public library. This week she sug gests: “Old Greek Stories," by .lamps Bald win. “Princes and Princesses," by L. Lang. "Posy Ring," by Wiggin and Smith. "Nonsense Books," by Kd ward Lear. "Treasure Mountain," by Kdna Turpin. "Junior Cup," by Allen French. RSl OP. I Perhaps it it the cool days mixed in with all the bright, sunshiny ones that have made me think of winter and do^ng something to help my bird friends be more comfortable. Those that are brave enough to stay with us all winter surely deserve to have us be kind to them. Yesterday I made a food shelf and it is now outside the window of my I ■ room. Jiy putting a iu.. ' . dge around three sides of it, it w oe a protection from the winter winds, rain and snow, An evergeen branch on one of more sides is said also to shield the food. It will be fine to have the birds come and feed near my win dow for it will give me such a good chance to study them whey they are so close to me. Your friend, PETER. IPOLLVS \&mj\ COOKsT'^rr^l BOOK. |_ Peter and daddy are always glad when I have a new receipt for des sert, for you know how men and boys like sweet things. Here it is: Dutch Apple Pudding. One cup of sugar, one tablespoon butter, two teaspoons liaking powder, one egg well l>eaten, one cup flour, one-fourth teaspoon salt, two apples cut in small pieles, one-tgCf teaspoon cinnamon. Mix flour, salt and baking powder. Cut in butter. Add milk and egg. Mix well. Spread one-half an Inch thick in a shallow pan. Pare and cut apples in small slices lengthwise. Lay In rows over the top of dough. Mix sugar and cinnamon together and spread over top. Hake 30 minutes in a moderate oven. Isn't it fun to he hack in school again? I am taking cooking lessons this year. Are you? POLLY. /•- v Another Way to He a Good Go-Havk A good Go-Hawk is not late in arriving at places and In his meet ings at certain times with friends. If you are late you waste other people's time as well as your own. So remember this way to be a good Go-Hawk. v- / As October 7 #is Hlley day and the birthday of our first Big Chief. I am going to give you a Hlley contest to day. Arrange the letters In their proper order and you will find the names of Riley’s poems. The answers will be given in my corner next week. 1— I—Teh Dol Siwnimni’-Loeh, 6— Newh Hte Korft Si No Teh Kumltnp. 7— Ton Ot Dol Tatin Ramyr. 8— Rckblecol Etetrs. I NEWS THE ? FROM NURSERY I Dear me: The nursey in all excited over the latest arrivals in the doll house, Ivan arid Olga, the Russian orphans, who recently carno all the [ way over the sea from Paris. Janet's aunt saw them In the Russian Tea room In Paris and she thought right away, "There Is something that Janet will like." Ho she bought them, put them In her trunk and they made their long Journey to America, I wish you could see their clothes, for they are very different from anything that has been seen In the nursery before. Tvan wears a blue Jacket, purple knee breeches, brown crocheted san dals, and a tall, black aatrakan hat over bis hlond hair. And Olga looks very shy but pretty with yellow waist, gray skirt, rose apron, and over her long hlond hair, which she wenrs In a braid down her back, Is tied a handkerchief of rose. Hhe Is a shy little thing, too, for she always ding* ' to Ivan’s arm wherever they go, while he looks so brave nnd tall beside her. Neither Olga nor Ivan speak any Kngllsh yet, und It is funny to see the j nursery peoples waving their nimi about trying to make them under eland what they are allying. Janet la delighted with Olr.;i anil Ivan, anil hue told the other dolls they must la very, very nice to them. Scarry Anne was standing on th> window scat the other day when slu looked down and saw two large aril mala coming closer to the window. A! least they looked very large to her. Her long hair began to rise straight up on her head till It looked like daddy's shaving brush, and she call ed, "Tigers' Help! Help!" |‘at, tile po lloeinan doll, came flying across the nursery Just In time to see the anl mu Is disappear down a little hole near the fire plnre. How he laughed. "Tigers, nothing!" he said. (Mean while Scarry Anne’s hslr drnppri' back In place over her ears 1 "That’r Just Mr. and Mrs. Mouse on their wav home from the pantry. Very nice pro pie, unless you leave cheese ami crackers about. tagii they may think It all tight to half thamaalves " Tjetters From Little Folks of Happyland _ —- - J Diamonds and Toads. There was once a homely woman who was mother of two girls; One of whom was like a fairy, with a crown of golden curls. But the sister was cross and ugly. was the Image of their mother. Mabel was the pretty daughter, and she had to do the work. While the ugly one, Matilda, slept and lounged and played the shirk; Said the mother, once, to Mabel, "Take your pitcher, girl, and bring For the various household uses, water from the bubbling spring.” Forthwith Mabel took the pitcher, and when to the spring she came, Bo Shp saw beside it standing such a curious looking dame, "May I drink out of your pitcher, gentle maid,” she softly said. "Yes, Indeed,” the maiden answered, "I’ll be glad to serve your need." And forthwith she drew the water, which the woman drank with greed. "Oh, how good that was,” she mur mured, "I was thirsty for the drink, And since you were so obliging, you shall have a gift, I think. "With each word you shall utter, from your lips shall fall a pearl. And so saying, like a shadow Into the air she seemed to turn. Home the little maiden hurried, but alas, she was quite late. And her mother, full of anger, stood and waited at the gate; "Idle creature! Bazy loafer! What ha* kept you—answer me” "I am sorry," "Mabel answered, "but the walk was long, you see." With each separate word she uttered from her mouth a Jewel dropped And her mother In amazement *11 her angry scolding stopped; "What Is this? Kxplaln this wonder” And the maiden told the story. While the falling jewels glittered like a shower of gleaming glory. “Daughter! daughter!" then the moth er to her favorite called aloud, "pee the lurk that rnme to Mabel; wouldn't you be glad and proud When she reached the spring, behold lng someone else a drink; So Matilda took the pitcher, grumbling all the time to think She must be a sort of servant, giv you, there she saw a lady fair. Finely dressed, who said, "I'm thirsty, may I not your pitcher share?" "Clet yourself a drink of water! I’m no servant If you please'." Then the lady spoke quite sternly, "Every time you speak, a serpent or a toad shall leave your lips!" And Matilda snatched her pitcher, feeling in her heart afraid; At the gate her mother waited, anx ious for the girl’s return, "Did you get the gift?" she ques tioned. "What’s the news? I long to learn!" “Oh, don't bother." snapped Matilda, and her mother, horrified, Saw a shower of toads and sprpents that the daughter could not hide! HELEN KI7CERA, Age 12, Milligan, Neb. Wants letters. Dear Happy; Tills Is my first let ter to you, I am sending 2 cents In stamps for a Go-Hawk button. I am 11 years old and In the sixth A grade at school. I have two pets, a pigeon, Dickey, and a kitten named Nlckey. I have two sisters and a brother. I promise to be kind to all dumb ani mals and to protect trees and plants. I will honor and protect my coun try’s flag. Well, I will close, wishing to hear from some of your Go-Hawks. Vour new member, Mable Pope. Kear ney Addition, Nebraska City, Neb. A Slxth-Grander. Dear Happy; I am sending a 2-cent. stamp for which please send me a button. I am 12 years old and In the sixth grade at school. For pets 1 have one gold fish. I have three sis ters and one brother. I promise to be kind to all dumb animals. From your friend, Helen Cochran, age 12, Grand Island, Neb. Another Go-Hawk. Dear Happy: T am enclosing a 2 cent stamp for a Go-Hawk pin. This Is my first letter to you. I promise to keep the pledge. 1 am 10 years old. I have two cate and a dog for peta. I will close now, hoping to re calve mv pin real aoon. Sadie Phtl llps, Elngham. Neb. I .ikes School. Dear Happy: This is my second letter to you. I received my button all O. K. I read the HappylaiuJ page every Sunday. I am so glad school has started again, for I like to go to school. I will send you a poem. MARY AND THE BROOK. I. Stop, pretty water, Said Mary one day To a frolicsome brook That was running away. Yoh run so fast, I wish you would stay— My boat and my flowers you will carry away. II. But I will run after you— Mother says that I may— For I would know where You are running away. So Mary ran on, but I haven't heard say That she ever could find Why the brook ran away. —Iris M. Utter, Uhadron, Neb. IJke* Cats. Dear Happy, I want to become a j Go-Hawk. I will enclose a 2-cent i etamp for a button. I will keep the1 motto and pledge. I have some cats for pets. I am 11 years old. I do not live In town. I have a little brother two years old and a little sister seven months old. I hope Mr. Wastepaper Basket has gotten tired and has gone for a walk when my let ter arrive*.—Faye Craig, Route 1, Falrbury, Neb. A New Go-Hank. Dear Happy: I would like very much to join your club. I am send ing my 2-cent stamp and coupon. I hope to get my button soon. I promise to be kind to dumb ani mals. I am 7 years old and I and In the second grade at school. 1 hope Mr. Wastepaper basket will be out walking when my letter arrives. My letter is getting long now so 1 will close.—I.enore Grelsch, Omaha. Neb. Grandpa's Choice. First and best of earthly Joys, I like little girls and boys; Which of all do I like beet? Whv, the one's that s happiest. — RILEY. Please Write to Mr. Dear Happy: This is my first letter to you. I want to join your Happy Tribe. I am enclosing a 2-cent stamp for my button. I have for my pets, five kittens, two white and three black ones, and a dog, whose name Is Midget. I am a reader of your paper and 1 like to read the Happy land. I would gladly answer if some of the Go-Hawks would write to me. I will close now'. Yours truly, Willet ta Abegglen, age 10, Box 105, Howe, Neb. A Seventh-Grader. Dear Happy: I would like to Join the Go-Hawks. I am 13 years old and In the seventh grade at school. My teacher's name is Miss Eva Bowers. I will send the coupon and the 2-cent stamp. I wish to receive my button real soon.—Thelma Gar man. Minatare, Neb. Jean Bullingr of Hyde Park, Mass., had a little lame bird last summer and tried to teach it how to fly. A New Member. Dear Happy: I wish to join your tribe. I live in Ogden, Utah, but my aunt sends me The Omaha Bee. I promise to help some one every day and be kind to all dumb animals, trees and plants. Yours truly, L. Olson, age 11, 2383 Harrison avenue, Ogden, Utah. I,ikes Our Button. Dear Happy: I received my button and was very glad to get it. My sister wants to join also, so she Is writing a letter to you today. Our school opened September 2, 1&24, and I was glad to start again. Well as my let ter is getting long I will close. Your new friend, Mary Distefano, 1413 South Fourth street, Omaha, Neb. Franklin Allen of Columbus, O.. Is going to keep the leaves raked up In their yard as one of his kind deeds this fall. First Letter. Dear Happy: I would like to join the Happy Tribe, as my sister joined and has her pin anl likes It very much. I would like to join also. En closed find a 2-cent stamp and please send me a pin —Emma Brand, 1145 North Twentieth street, Omaha, Neb. Our Pet*. Dear Happy: I am sending 4 cents in stamp* fur two buttons for my sister and myself. I have a little brother who was 2 years old the seventh of June. We have two 01 three old cats and they all hate kit tens, then we have a collie pup. These are all our pets. The collie pup Is after my brother all the time. We call him Cap. We will try to be kind tc , all dumb a (:nals and to do a kind deed every day.—Claire Paulsen, age 9, Wayne, Neb. r By JAMES WHITCOMB KILEY. "Where do you go when you go t« sleep, little boy! Little boy! Where? 'Way—'way In where's Little Bo-Peep And Little Boy Blue, and the Cows and Sheep A-wanderlng way In there—In there— A wandering 'way In there! Where do you go when the Fairies call, Little boy! Little boy' Where? Wade through the dews of th< grasses tall. Hearing the weir and the waterfall Ad<1 the Wee-folk—'way In there in there— And the Kelplew— 'way In there! And what do you do when you waks at dawn, Little boy! Little boy! What? Hug my Mommy and kisa her or Her Knlling eyelids, sweet and wan. And tell her everything I've forgot A-wanderlng way in there—ir there— Through the blind world—'way lr there! — 1,1 | - i i hoy and girl reader ol j Ibis paper who wishes to join the tio Hawks Happy Tribe, oi which James Whitoomh Riley was the J first Itig Chief, ran secure his ! official button by sending s J - cent stamp with his name, age and ad dress with thl* coupon. \d dies* y our letter to "Happy care this paper. t>\ er 1 JS.OOO member* MOTTO "To Make the World a Happier Place." PLEDGE "I will honor and protect my 1 ! country's (lag" I "I promise to help some one 1 erery day. 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