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f4 SCtiw S f 6 M THE BEE: OMAHA, SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 11, 1021. mi 0 )! I II II ' ' " mm m ' J eta ' i 111 - SL Z xVl yi . fC.;!U ""x 3fefl A rasH LM N. tH S3553Ec5tfW i ow o Zte a Coorf Go-Hawk Have you ever thought how you could make a new pupil hap ty hia very first day in school? Even if he is not introduced to you, why can't you say: "Will you tell me your name, please?" Then you can make him known to the other boys and girls and ask him to join in your play. A Rood Go-Hawk never stands and stares at a new pupil, nor whis-J pers about his clothes or appear-n ance. He welcomes him to school as he would a friend in his own home. For Giving. " Betty, who is 3, is always picking up words and phrases she hears 9-year-old John use. One morning she said: "Mother, will you forgive me?" "Forgive you for what, dear?" Betty was worried, but only for a moment. "Forgive me a nickel," she sug gested, brightly. Indianapolis News. A Robin Shelter JF ft: 1J i "iSvt F t ' ' . VI ' In the picture can he seen some outdoor sleeping quarters for rob ins. You see, thry have a root which keeps the rain of! them, ami that is all that is necessary, for their feathers keep them warm. The shelter can be used for all birds. Winter birds, too. National Hu mane Review. Dot Puzzle 5 " 1. i5 7 8 . 7b 17 b 14 .15 75 18 7i 61 74 bo 53 9 2o 31 ' 21. f..' is 21 in, 26 8 3S' I v . - S ' f . A 5. :-.. 35. 45 37 3b 39 4i 4. Can you finish this picture? Compute lh picture by drwlng n through the dot, beginning with on and Uklng thorn numerically. . Stories by Our Little Folks (Prize) ' Marjorie'tf Lesson. Marjorie was sitting on the upper veranda ateps. Her knees she. held firmly in her hands and was rocking to and fro. The book she had been reading was in a careless position, the breeze causing its leaves to dance a merry jig. Marjorie was an exceptionally naughty girl that day. Her favor ite words were to say, "Wait a min ute." ; Now while sitting all alone in the moonlight, she kept thinking of what had occurred that day. But the croaking of frogs, the hooting of the 'owls, and the nightingale's sweet melody were too much for her. Her eyelids fell, her head drooped and in an instant she was in the land of nod. Presently, be fore her vision she saw a steep cliff. It was pitch dark and she stood there alone. : The rain was coming down in torrents and the thunder rumbled. All of a sudden she heard loud crash, and the ground be neath her feet gave away, and down, down, down, fell Marjorie. "Help I heloT she screamed. All was still and then a mimicing voice caught her ears. Again she cried for help. She heard the same voice as before but now she could hear the words niainlv and thev were. "Wait a mm nte." Mariorie was venr angry. She was about to say, "Who are you?" When a thud, a crash, and a peal of laughter was heard. Marjorie rubbed her eyes, and looked about her. She was lying below the porch steps. Her . parents were standing above tr lano-hin? hvstericallv. When Mariorie told her dream to her mother, her toother said. "I hope tkii m a lrtion for you." and indeed it was, fo Marjorie never said "Wj 11 Years.' a minute," thereafter. Helen Svo voda, Aged 13, R. F. D. No. 5, South Side, Omaha, Neb. (Honorable Mention.) Turn About Is Fair Play. Dave was a little boy 5 years old, who lived in a little gray house which had only one story. His mother and father were poor, but very kind peo ple. 'Although their clothes were not as nice as other people's, they were always patched and mended and kept neat -and clean. The little house also was as neat as a pin, for the little mother always kept everything spick and span. On August 4 was Dave's birthday. He was 6 years old. : -Grandma sent ,: two pretty tablets and a pretty pencil attached to a cord. Mother gave a pair of new stocking and a bright red neck tie, while father dropped a shiny dime into Dave's pocket.- Uncle John sent a nice new first reader, for Dave would start to school in the fall. - ' - ; - Dave's first day at school was rather lonesome (for Dave). He took one of his new tablets, his pen cil and his reader. A He was very proud of them. .They were put away in his desk, and then Dave sat down, for he didn't quite know what to do. There were other beginners, too, but they were all playing to gether and not one of them paid even the least bit of attention to poor little Dave. However, at last a small boy came up and said: "Won't you come and play with us? We are having a good time and you look so lone some. Besides, it will . socm be school time and then you cannot play until recess comes." But be fore Dave could answer a larger boy, dressed in a splendid suit of clothes, came up and said: "Oh, come away from him, John. He doesn't amount to anything : any how. He lives in a little old one story gray house. He is poor, too." So the little boy went away and Dave was left alone once more. When Dave went home that nigh he told his mother of the rude boy whom he had met His mother said he was the rich boy who lived in the bif? house on the MIL Later Dave's father was able to buy a pretty little cottage near by. But the rich boy came to live tu their little gray house, for his father had lost almost all his money. How ever, the two boys were friends and always played together after that Alta Tnplett, McLlelland. la.. Age The Star Child. Once upon a time a poor wood cutter was making hi way through a pine forest At he pressed on tcward home, there fell from heaven a bright and beautiful star. He stooped and placed his arms around a thing ot sold lying on the snow, It was a beautiful white cloak with a sleeping child wrapped in it. He then carried it down to the villnse. The Woodcutter told his wife about it and he said. "It is a Star Child." The child was raised with this poor family. Every year he grew more beautiful while Ins poor play mates were swarthy. One day there passed through the village a poor beggar-woman. The Star-Child seeing her said. "See. beggar-woman, let us throw stones at her. She did not move her gaze trom mm. "Whose thild is that.' she aked of the Woodcutter, who vas passing by, and when he told of how he found him, the woman cried with joy. "He is my little son, sue said, i lost him and I have searched over the whole world for him." The Woodcutter called to him and said, "Here is thy mother,, waiting for thee." The Star-child laughed and told the woman he was no son of hers, that he was a Star-child and she was a beggar and ordered her to leave. She asked him if he would not kiss her before she went. "No, he said. The mother went away weeping but the child was glad and ran back , to his playmates. They ran away from him for fear. He looked into the well and his face was that of a toad. "I denied my mother," he said, "this has come upon me because of my sin. I will seek her through all the" world. He ran through the forest calling his mother but there was no answer. At sunset he lay down and fell asleep. All the animals but the toad fled from him. In the morning he picked some berries for his break fast asking everyone he met if, they had seen his mother. For three ' years he , wandered over the world. He was once taken and sold as a slave and had to search for a piece of pure white gold. He searched all day but found it not. He returned weeping for he knew his master would beat '.nini. Hearing a cry he ran to where it came from and there was a Hare caught in a trap. The Star-child re leased it and the Hare said, "What shall I give in return , for my freedom?" The Star-child said, "A piece of pure white gold." "Come with me," said the Hare, "I know where it is hidden." . . He followed the Hare and found it HATTY told you last week all about the Happy Tribe and of some of the'beautiful things the Go-Hawks have done the past few years to make the dear old world a better place, for others. You were sur prised when you read that there were already 47,000 members scattered all over this country, Canada and Europe. Then khe asked you how many of you would like to belong to the Tribe of which James Whitcomb Riley was thp First Big Chief. Never, never, NEVER did Happy think, so many of you were just waiting for an invitation to join, hvery mail brings more and more let ters. "l'lease send me a button as fast as you can, 1 want to start a little trine and I think I will have ahout six in it. Mother thinks thats enough. This letter was from John Paul Sanburg, who lives in Boston, so, of course, his letter was the first to come. How many of you took your list of books from Happyland to the ,.i .- .t.r . j . 1. i 1 . imrary wun you 1111s wcckt iney are pruned 10 ncip you cnoose good books to read. Did you remember to cut out the first section of the Fairy Grotto -I 1. A. .1 .t - L . . .; .1 ' . 1 piays I4SI wcrni nucr tuuay mere win uc iwg mure octuuiis inis moum and then you will have a whole little new play written just fur you. Per haps your teacher will be glad to have the play to give at school. Polly wants you to try good things to eat from her own little cook book, and Peter says to tell you to try the things he makes 111 his workshon, Remember, Happyland is to be your very own page and everything on it is written just for you. Do not miss reading it even one single Sunday. If you do, perhaps on that very Sunday it will have a big piece of news for you. Kead every word ot the page and then tell the other boys and crirls about it. NOW how many new members can each of you get this week for Happy. "X (weot llttlo girl wont nhopplng And never In her life) folt won, Than when after chooilng her dolly Sho found sho d forgotten ber pun. A bright llttlo boy went flehlng ' In th doepeot part of tho brook. But alai! hli pleaeuro wu apolled, For ho found he'd ' forgotten hia hook." in the trunk of a great oak tree, At the gate of the city he saw a leper who said, ''Give me a piece of money or I must die ot hunger. " I have but one piece of money and if I bring it not to my mister, he will beat me. The leper begged for the money and the Star-child gave it to him. When he passed through tnc city the guards told him he was the son of the King. He looked toward the road and there was the beggar- woman and the leper who he had given his gold to. He ran toward them and kneeled down and kissed his mother, He rose uo and looked at tnem and they were the King .and Uueen. The Queen said, v'Tbis isthy father, whom thou hast fed!" The King said, "Ihis is thy mother. fhev took him and clothed him in rich ararments ana ne ruiei tne city. Mane Krausnick, age II, Spald ing, Neb. ' Teacher "Do you lcnow the popu lation of New York?" "Not all of them, ma am; weve only lived here two years." Ameri can coy. 1 By E. BLACKMORE STAPP and ELEANOR CAMERON Children meet Jelf in the Fairy Grotto. Every month he will bring you a new play. It will be divided into fdur sections, one to appear each week. Cut these sections out, paste- into your notebook. At the end of the month you will have your complete play. At the end of the rear vou will have 12 complete little dramas, all ready to be given by you l and your schoolmates, bo remember to look for Jelf, the Happy Tribe's Love Elf, for you will find : him waitine to meet you with his little play in the Fairy Grotto. Now greet him m. the second pan 01 nis Sep tember play called 7 "THE TADPOLE SCHOOL" (Continued from Last Week) PROFESSOR BULLFROG Oh, I'm Professor Bullfrog, if you please, My home is near that log there by .- those trees. 1 -. V (Nods his head towards the log at hack stage.) I teach my Tadpoles every single day. ' They have no time to waste in fool ish playl 1 ' PETER , - (Laughs loudly, drops his fishing ole to the ground and springs to his feet, still laughing incredulously). A bullfrog for a teacher what a joke! I wonder if you talk, or do you croak? And where, sir, do you have your Tadpole school Out on this hank where it is always cool? . (Peter looks about as tho' won dering if there could really be a school on the bank of the Water Lily Pool. Sound of a flute is heard as tho' coming from somewhere in the woods. It is played by someone off stage.) PROFESSOR BULLFROG (Cocks head on one side as tho' listening intently.) . ' . Did you hear Jelf? v His flute's my tardy bell. He is the elf whom we all love so well. (The professor turns toward Peter.) You truant boy,' you thought I told a lie! Now you shall see my Tadpole School march by! ' (Enters. Turns his usual hand spring, catches sight of Peter, stares. Well! Well! Good morning, dear Professor v- . -. - i ' -v ... Your tadpoles dusted otf your schoolroom log, ; . So they are ready 1 Lessons may begin,""- t . . To be an idle tadpole is a sin. (Jelf . glances disapprovingly at Peter, shakes his head soberly as though he could not understand a boy who would run away from school.) - PETER. (Defensively addressing Jelf.) I ran away- from school today. I hate to7 study; I'd much rather . . play. - , " c You think I'm an easy one to fool So you pretend you have a Tadpole : School. J ' Now what's the game, And what's your name? JELF. . (Merrily chanting.) Oh, I am little Jelf, The happy little elf. I cami down to the earth from far y . ( above, No soul too sad or old, No heart too hard or cold" For me to warm it with my power of love. I wave my wand, and all the world grows bright ' And Hate is Love, and Wrong is t turned to Right ' (Jelf blows softly on the flute al ways hanging from his belt. The Tadpoles march in from back and right stage led by the king of the Tadpoles, who carries a reed and wears a crown of bark. Ha leads them in fancy little drill and then takes them to the back of stage. They march as flat-footed as pos sible, putting down each slippered foot with a little, slap. Professor Bullfrog motions t6 the Tadpoles to seat hemselves.) PROFESSOR BULL FROG. (Pulls out a pair of goggles, puts them on and then peers through them as though inspecting the row of Tadpoles.) My Tadpole pupils, you have done your work In splendid shape. You never seem to shirk. Your drill was fine." Now you are ' tired, I fear, , Rest, for your swimming hour is al - most here. PETER. , (Seems to forget all about his fishing pole and the reason that had made him play truant Addresses Professor Bullfrog.) I hear your Tadpole pupils will soon go Out swimming, where - the. water lilies grow. Do lilies go to school, Professor Frog. And is there school room on an other log? (To be Continued.) ' The Apex of Europe. Mont Blanc' undoubtedly remains "the apex of Europe" in spite of tne loss ol part ot its too in a tri gantic snow and land slide as re ported in press dispatches. This great mountain led its nearest Euro pean competitor for altitude, Monte Rosa, by 564 feet. Though actual measurements of the loss of height oy Mont tilanc may not be made for some time, estimates so far are that it has lost "some scores of feet,' a loss which still permits it proudly to rear its head far above ail other pinnacles of the earth s crust west of the Caucasus. Mont Blanc, the "White Moun tain, is the westernmost of the great peaks that form the Pennine Alps, which includes in their length of about 50 miles such well-known features as Monte Rosa, the Matter- horn, the Great St. Bernard Pass and Mont Blanc itself. Mont Blanc lies On the border between Italy and ranee. About 10 miles to the north east, also on the crest of the Pen nines, is the common corner of France, Italy and Switzerland... The towering White mountain is easily visible m fair weather from Geneva seat of the League of Nations, 60 miles to the west. Mont Blanc has been accented as extending 15.782 feet above sea level lust 58 feet short of three miles. As a matter of fact ifs height has varied from time to time. The high est visible stone in the mountain was 171 feet below . the top, the crest itself being made up of an unknown thickness of ice and con solidated snow. This cap becomes slightly lower in summer due . to melting, but is renewed in winter. Partly hidden among lesser peaks and foothills, Mont clanc was prac tically unknown to western Europe until 1744. For more than a quar ter of a century a standing reward for anyone who would discover a route to the top was uncollected. Finally on August 9, 1786, the crest was reached by a peasant guide. Jacques Balma. Bulletin National Geographic society. . First Letter. Dear -Happy: I am going to join your club, as I have been read ing it and enjoy it very much. I am writing a story about a little girl about 4 years old,' and her father was very poor. Her parents lived in a little old shack in the woods. This little girl had no pets or anybody to play with and she was very unhap py. One day she was sitting on the doorstep eating her dry bread and her parents were in the fields, she was alone and along came a wolf and carried her off to his den. She hollowed and screamed, but nobody heard her. The mother and father came home very sad to think they had no girl. One day the father was walking along in the woods and found the little girl in some bushes. The mother was very glad to see her child Nedra Hudson, Aced 11, 723 East Fourth Street, York, Neb. "I'm euro lt'a not an easy thing to mako a block house atand; I have to keep no very atlll and steady with my hand. And when It gets up good and high, some grown-up, or th cat, la sure to coma and joggla It, and lay my castle flat" Why Latin flames? Many people wonder why botan ists use the repellant Latin names for plants. In text books the bind weed, for instance, is termed t,aly stegia sepiam. There are two rea sons: firstly, the Latin name is un derstood by botanists all the worlq over from Allahabad in . India to Baldwinsville in the United States, secondly, the system is -methodical. There are more than 800 different kinds cf Convolvulus. ' Every one has the same surname, Calystegia, always written first and with a cap ital letter, like Branson., Lmdiey ot Slater, in a voting list: next follow the individual name of the species. senium, arvensis, tricolor, and so on. It it were not for the Latin nomen-li ciature the science would be smoth ered in a chaos of local names. MOTTO' "To Make the World a Happier Place" PLEDGE "I promise to help some one every day. I will try to protect the birds and all dumb animals." . SYMBOLS Cold Arrow for Kindness Indian Head for Courage Blue Bird for Happiness A Hike. Dear Happy: On August 14 six girls and I went oil a hike. We took our lunch, which consisted cake and candies of many different kinds. We drank water and loean- berry juice. We left home at 12:30 p. m and soon reached our spot where we decided to go. We looked for a place to put our hats and lunch. Then we went around in the grove looking at the various sights. While we were walking around we met several queer objects. When we got tired of walking we went back to our lunch and ate it. After lunch we had our pictures taken. My smallest sister had a green, balloon which, when blown up, would have the shape of a watermelon. She had her picture taken with it. Then we played a while and at 7 o'clock we decided we would start for home. We all reported a good time and hope we can go again soon. Marie Suess, Aged 14, Elkhorn, Neb. Professor (in history) How many wars has the United States had? Student Five. Professor-rEnumerate them. Student One, two. three, four. five. Lehigh Burr. 1 SOi'Mrt. The Un-llawka. a band of !" li tUy Iinlian, ire ihIIm! In special nieotln by their rhlt-f, Hilling Hull. II n in hnv Ms Hill liHilitHirn, twin girls, mail mrmbara of (ha trl. Ha rw rails I, is bravra tnasther In Jlrokrn Affxw Ti out behind th nsw rrd barn. They all aarra to hia wlshea but one, !;nlit.tn.th Kkr. ho ebjvria tn pUymg Htm girls -wun yrnow ruria a-diigllii Now read on "Mother," said the chief a half hour later, "it's so lonesome like when you and father go out to dii. ner parties, would you car-; it I afkca Miss Sallie to kt tiie tv:ii conic over to play? I ciu't net into tiGiiMc with just girls And, oh. yes mother, 1 most foiRot to tcl! yen that I thought yov were the prettiest lady at your club vstcrdny. May I go sometime again? It's so kind of prespiring like, you know " You mean inspiring,' dear" an swered Mrs. Carroll. "I think it will be all right about tonight, but prom ise to be careful. So you were not ashamed of your mother at the club?" The bov lauehed clcefullv. "Well. I should say not," he replied, "and say, mother, can't we have pickled peaches, and some chocolate cake would taste good, too. Ihe mother smiled and drew the young inquisitor close in her arms. You are a regular little coax. Jack. but you are mine and I wouid rot lose you for the world. Tell J.fary that I said to have pickled peaches, chocolate cake and the twins, oh, yes, do not forget the twins. You had better run along, dear, for it is growing late." Jack needed no second dismissal, and running as ' fast as his sturdy 3 Wow 11 U ii could ca few niinuics hitrr, r the 1 revrllvn library "Aunt Sally, nmtlier and oays alic'd be the she s been lor a long ti could spare the twins ll She truiH you'll not ! privilege and we re gonii chocolate cake, too. Jack felt that he ha speech worthy of his 1 mid complacently await He loved to make Mm often listened tn his mot practiced in preparation foJV.ad meetings, thus gaining con I (.lie his own power. ;ut Miss Sallie was fond of j in indeed seemed every one v.ht him, and when he delivered his speeches she enjoyed ati.-ie him in the same vein "This is a great hoiufMi Jack, and will be much Hi ty the littlo girls. Plcl my compliments and thanll mother. May I ask yois home with the (tins at 8 will wait until I brush their hi may now return with yoi "I'll 'scort them horn Aunt Sallie, so you need 'bout that," answered thoj the three children nil been seen an hour later solemn meeting undcrncai tree. The twins' eyes wJ -on Jack and were round! citement. wow listen to me, g( worthy was saying with nity, "this is the turning in your ignorant lives. Yo to be 'nitiated in the gre Go-Hawks and thence you'll be our squaws an on the warpath and you your own names when the land of palefaces, m our plunder. You'll be d 14 'braves and your nail carved in blood on birc you die in battle most li bodies will be. buried in tree - grave. ' Now," contim. speaker solemnly, his brown large and earnest, tonight be brave whatever s don noble cause and worthy Will you swear to me f not holler, no matter to your 1" Ft ifthey self, rry 1.1 ve rry ted ex- IV I be ILlf 1.1 JJJjMone 3 iVt holT I! " W T o ' 'I m sorry to say we can't," an- themselves as long as the swered the uenerai. We have got on the big road, but wh to set in some vegetables tor the autos had to rave thp evening when the . Teenie Weenies winter, and besides school ought to ment to keep from bei had gathered around the camp fire, be started soon, so we'll have to the bin machines that 1 U ..n A mlrrUtt. n .. . 1 ,1 f . . t . t. . 1. . , f , . f - iiav uau a iiiigiivjr nag auiv icdvv uay .dlicr luiliuiruw lur inc , uicy were IorCCU lO WatC rip, and 1 think all the 1 eenie trip back home. The Clown and the Dunce Go Over the Top. "Well, folks," said the General one trip Weenies have enjoyed themselves here in this lovely camp, but we can't stay here forever, so we've got to get started back toward the old shoe- house. . "Can't we stay a few days longer?" cried the Clown. How to Join To join the Go-Hawks' Happy Tribe, which now has a member ship of over 47,000,' send your name.t age and address with 2 cents to "Happy," care this paper. "Can anyone think of anything worse than a giraffe with a sore throat?" Puoil ricase. sir. a centipede with corns on each toe. - I mmmmmmmmmmm 1 llBliMsftl 'WMMmfmMmmm The Dun Tfeenie nttie people spent ll,ines, riding over thelsL n( d beside the road. l"h 1-1-I-look at that big? , fack-the 1 the big weeds to keeo Most of the'Tecnie Weenies hated Knocked off. to leave the pretty camp where they ...During the afternobn tht had been' living for some days, but Weenies passed many big the next morning the little folks set "" l.nc to work cettine rcadv for' the loner"1"6 time frin hnmr. groun "Oh It was hardly daylight the next dav when the two tinv truck noPPer vve almost ran over's chugged out onto the road and l" steered for home. - , h'$ negsA h?Pper h .. . ... , toward the road in great jum.ped At noon the little folks stopped The Dunce and the Clown near a spring of. water to. eat their so interested in watching the ;erc lunch and to enjoy a few minutes', hopper they forgot all - abou'ass- rer'. , , . ., v V 'if dangerous weeds, and before the 'Im goln' to ride on top of the lad a bit of warning the hUhev 1U .... .wu. . , cyea ausan irom the top "I am, tool cried the Clown. "It truck. wV,l .'"!!:,, ;' ... , - , The Clo.w.n caught- a peta i uuiu uiuin yuuu ucuci uy h, nower and hung swaving it said the General. "It's mighty hot but the noor Tlnnr. w w up there, and besides you may get the truck and. landed ria-h knocked off by the overhanging middle of a mud puddle, he weeds." . . . t , r ' Fortunately the trucking "Ah, say! J-j-j-immmie f-f-fish- slowly and Paddy PrfflTw hooks I" bellowed the Dunce. '"We driving, brought it to a stop Know now to tase care oi ourselves; ne heard the look and the' We aren't children just out of the man shout, as tiose two little; cradle. We won't hurt anything, were looking dut the back d Come on. General, please let us have The iClown was h finer! i some fun." And the Dunce looked groundt while the Turk, w so disappointed the General couldn't driving the second car, came1 refuse. rescue of the Dunce. "Well, I'd much rather you'd ride , "Oh, hear t-t-the little b-b inside like sensible people, said the terfhes sing!" cried the Dun General "But I want you to re- he babbled alonsr until he was member that if you get hurt you out of the mud, for the poor! have only yourselves to blame. had the senses quite knocked ihe two leenie weenies climbed him. up on top of the first truck and made The Doctorsoon brought t themselves as comfortable as they Dunce around, and m a sh could among the many bundles and he was quite himself again boxes which were carried there. "Well all aboard!" shoute The two little fellows enjoyed General when the Dunce ha themselves for some time, but they ered from his tall. . Oct ue had to ducktheir heads quite often Dunce!" A to keeo from beine hit bv the Ion? "Not on your life." grinTe weeds that hung near the edge of Dunce. "I'm not goin to hay , more niacK-cyea Susans kiss ce an'd the Clown enjoyed I'm goin' to ride inside." but- and tiled iiow tof poor time 4 ZJyfyfiSM 'yiifySfi ( a.-.,., . . i - . I