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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.
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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 ]
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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.
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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.
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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<etlll Naphor Enina.
2— Het Gydarge Antn.
3— Uro Erdlh Hilg.
4— Nyrnag.
f>—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
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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
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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.
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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 <v
In Field and Forest |
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Have you ever stopped to think of
the many uses for the trees that grow
in our forests and also of ths reason?
that we plant trees? It would not
be hard for you to guess why we
plant our orchards of frutt or nut
trees that they may help furnish us
food. You also know that our homes '
and their furnitura are built out of
the lumber from trees* in the woods.
It has always seemed a strange
thing to me that some of the tree*
that mean so little in our own coun
try will be found of great value ir
other lands For the Russian peas
ant Is wearing shoes that are made
from the tough bark of the young
linden. From this same tree family
are made fishing nets, ropes and
braided mats. In far off Russie
they think the oil from the seeds ot ]
th.s tree y* as good for table use as
any other olive oil. Perfume is dts
tilled from the flower* The old
wood carvers in Russia delight in
using this soft, white wood of the
linden tree. Even the leave* and
twigs are enjoyed by the cattle.
The twigs are also used to make
the charcoal pencils that artist* like
so well. Paper pulp and shoe sole*
are both made from the wood of this
tree. Many countries plant linden
trees for their shade In Europe
sometimes they are trimmed into all
sorts of queer animal shapes, while
in our own America they are allowed
to grow naturally. You can easily
see how many rr is on? we have to be
grateful to thts tree,
I’NVI.E JOHN.
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Coupon for
HAPPY TRIBE
Et ci > 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. I will try to protect 1
the blids. all dumb animals, tree* |
I and plants." |
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