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Stories of Our
Little Folks
(Prise.)
The Co !Uwk Hero.
Little Johnny win thinking of the
big football game that was to be
4:.W on Monday afternoon and here
it was Monday already.
Johnny had earned only cents,
lie had il cent more to eam.
All at once Johnny heard it Kitten
crying, lie ran to ce what wa the
trouble, lie found some bir boy
trying to drown a kitten. Johnny
ran up and told the hoys to Mop.
'1 he boys only said:
"Make m if you can."
Then little Johnny said1
II-.- voiiM you like to be
drowned, and what is the fun of do
ing a cruel thing." ... ,
The boys began to feel ashamed,
and went away.
Soon a nun passed by, and said to
Johnnv, "Have you seen a kitten
around here? My little girl lias lost
one." Johnny handed him the kit
ten, and told him the story of its
rescue. Then the man said. "You
deserve a golden medal" But John
nv answered proudly:
'"I am a Go Hawk and that ts our
dutv." The man said, "You may go
to the football game with me."
So Johnny went to the football
same with the man and had a treat.
The man saw that Johnny enjoyed
the gnmc so much that he pave him
a season ticket to go to all of the
ganies.Roseberta Tracy, 1306 Fark
Ave., Fremont, Neb.. Age 11.
A New Year Resolution.
Donald was a cruel boy, who liked
to kill birds. He had a twin sister
whose name was Dorothy. Dorothy
loved the birds and animals. She
did not like to have her brother kill
the birds. Dbrothv tried to tell her
brother it was cruel to kill the birds,
but Donald did not listen. New
Year's came around and Dorothy
was surprised to find her brother
not going shooting with the rest of
the boys. Dorothy asked him if he
would join the Go-Hawk club. He
said yes. Donald went out ana iuiu
the boys what he Had done. They
said they would do the same. In a
few days about 10 letters went to
The Bee office. The boys said they
would never kill or injure any more
birds. They all kept their promises.
Will some of the Go-Hawks please
"!te to me. I will gladly answer.
Rosemary Middlemiss, Aged 12
years, 4122 Hamilton Street, Omaha.
My Pets.
Dear Happv: I would like 'to join
the Happy Tribe. 1 am sending a
2-ccnt stamp in my letter. For my
rrts I have a horse, four pigeons
and three cats. I like them very
much and I enjoy playing with them.
I like school very much. My
teacher's name is Miss Gallups. I
am in the fifth grade and I am 9
-ears old. Well, I will close. Your
ft iend, 'George Bohling, age P,
IViider, Neb.
Wants to Join.
Dear Friend Happy: I am '13
years old and in the Ninth grade of
the Newport High school. I wish
to join the Go-Hawks' Happy Tribe.
I am enclosing a 2-ceut stamp, for
which please send me an official but
ton of the Go-Hawks, and oblige.
Maxwell G. Felton, Box 61, Newport
Neb. ,
Second Letter.
Dear Happy: I have written once
before. I am writing again. I am in
the fifth grade. I have three teachers.
My main one is Miss Milton. I am
stndine1 the 2-cent stamp and coupon,
: I am sure I will like the Happy
Tribe. I have two kittens and one
dogYours truly, Ltiella Hashberg-
er, age 10, Schuyler, Neb.
Reads Haopyland.
Dear Happy: I am 10 years old
and am in the sixth grade. I like
to read Happyland. I have en
closed a 2-cent stamp and my cou
pon. Will you please send my pin. 1
will write a storv in two weeks. '
wish to join the tribe. Your friend,
Mary Moen, Onawa, la. t
First Letter.
Dear "Happy:" I would like to
join the "Go-Hawk Happy Tribe."
I am 8 years old now, but will be
9 the 27th of this month. I am in
.the fourth grade at school. I like
the Happy Land Stories very much.
1 am sending you a -cent stamp.
My name, is Margaret Johnson.
A New Go-Hawk.
Dear Happy: I am' in the fifth
erade at schoool. I like school very
much. I have to walk a mile and a
quarter, but do not mind that.
Would like to join the Go-Hawks
Inclosed find 2-ccnt stamp. Please
send me the button. Sincerely
Yours, Florence Smiley, Aged 10,
Omaha.
A Faithful Reader.
Dear Happy: I would like to join
your Happy tribe. I am in the fifth
grade at school. My teacher's name
is Miss Wordell. I am sending the
. 2-cent stamp. I read the Happy
land stories every Sunday and like
them very much. I hope I get the-
button. I will close and leave room
for the others to write. Jeanette
Marshall, Aged 8, Niobrara, Neb.
An Eighth Grader.
Deaf Haoov: I would like to
join your Happy tribe. I am send
ing the 2 cents and coupon. I am
in the eighth grade. I am 13 years
. old. ' Mv birthday was January 7.
I read the paper every Sunday and
I 1 ke it. I hope I will get the Out
ton soon. Sincerely Yours. Frank
Schof, Aged 13, Shjy, Neb.
Shucked Corn Three Day to Karn liook.
Sinre todjy U Lincoln's birthday, a well ti that of a number of our
Happy Tribe boys and girl, I want to tell you a little Mory of this gf"
preul-nt of our L'nited btates. It will show you bow much he loved bol.
. When Abraham Lincoln was a small hoy he borrowed a certain book
from a rich farmer and a lew dys later he returned with it.
"1 meant to take good care ol your book. Mr. Crawford," said the boy,
"but I've damaged it a ret deal without intruding to, and ow I want
to nuke it right with you. What shall I do to make it good?"
"Why, what happened, Aber" asked Mr. Crawford, a be looked at the
stained leaves and warped binding of his copy of Weem' "Life of Wah
iugton." "It looks as though it had been out in all of last night's storm.
How did you happen to leave it out in the rain?"
"It was this way, Mr. Crawford," replied Abe. "I sat tip late to read
it and when I went to bed I put it away carefully in my 'bookcifC,' as I call
it, a little opening between two walls in the logs of our cabin. 1 dreamed
about General Waohington all night, ami when I woke up I took the book
out to read a page or two before I did the rlmie and you can imagine how I
felt when I found it this way. It seems that the mud-dauburg had got
out of the weather side of that crack and the rain mii-t have dropped on
it for three or four hour before I took it out, I am so sorry, .Mr. Craw
ford, and I want to fix it up with you some way. for I haven't the money
to pay for it."
Well, said Mr. Crawford, "come and shuck corn three days and the
book is yours."
My. oh! but young Abraham Lincoln was pleased. To own the book
about his greatest hero seemed wonderful to him and the thought of
shucking corn for three days was very little to do in order to own the book.
"I don't intend to shuck corn, split rails and the like always," he told
Mrs. Crawford after he had finished reading his book. "Why, what do
you want to do now?" Mrs. Crawford was surprised at the statement of
the boy. "Oh, I'll be president some day." answered the lad, with a smile.
"You'd make a pretty president, Abe, with all your funnv tricks and jokes,
now wouldn't you?'' asked the farmer's wife, "But I'll study and pet
ready," replied the boy, "and then perhaps the chance will come." It did
come, as you all know, and because he had studied so faithfully he was
ready when the call came.
Tell this story to one of your schoolmates
tomorrow, some one who may not read it today.
In this way by sharing it with another you will
make it more surely your own and will remember
it always.
Tiail of the Go-Hawk
HVNorsis.
Th in-IIUMk, a Jolly rrowit of bo
nho pliiy Jmliitn, lnlte th tln, I'ru
rlrnri and I'utlrnre, Jo Join thrlr TrII.
'J'ho of th meetings hrinic iwirrow to th
irlrlli, for thry nrurly Iih tlirlr hriovrd
riolla burnrd at tlir MuJte. m I he ;
Hnnkii tlectde wiuawn nhould not plar
with dolln. For a wk the twlnM do not
1'lay wilh the Go-llnwkn. and th hoy
not only miaa them but derlrir poniethlng
mukt done. Jai-k nay that h twinn
tire nfrald of them and Aunt Nallle told
lilm they would never play ullh the l.o
llawk until they frit ure the bora would
not hurt their dolls or any of their be-
lunrins.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY.
(Continued from Last Week.)
"How'd we know what's a-coming
that we might have to hurt?" asked
Donald.
"How'd you know you won't get
licking tomorrow? You don't keep
thinking 'bout it all the time, do
you?" retorted Jack.
I like Aunt Sallie, announced
Napoleon, whose heart and palate
cherished sweet memories, "and I
.Link we orter make it up.
Are you willing to do anything
they want?" asked the chief a little
doubtfully.
Yepr they sang in chrous.
"Well." said Jack slowly, "I told
Prue that we'd play anything they
. it! " .
wanted for one afternoon, and we d
tieat their dolls like ladies.
"What'd she say " an eager voice
nterruoted.
She said she thought ltd be
grand to have a wedding and all us
u it."
"A weddin'l well, wouldn't that
make vou want to go to Sunday
school?", exclaimed one little chap,
"Yes, and Aunt Sallie said she
wasn't sure we'd behave, ' so she'd
rather have it over there, and I
guess she's going to have refresh
ments," continued Jack.
"Oh I Mebbe it'll be a cake with
candles on it," interrupted- Napoleon
with shining eyes.
"What you giving us? Candles
are for birthday cakes. Guess you
ain't never been to no swell wed
din's," interrupted Piggy with supe
riority.-
Poor Napoleon could not deny the
charge, so he sat down abashed. He
was none the less hopeful, however,
about the cake.
"When'll we know what we've got
to do? I don't like a lot of things
a-jumping on me to do at the last
second, said Donald.
"I m uoine over there now to talk
it over and you kids can wait here
till I come back, or III see you to
morrow," answered Jack as he start
ed awayw A little later be was seat
ed with Prudence on the Trevcllyn
lawn. Patience had gone shopping
with Miss Sa'.ke. " '
"The fellows 're all. awful sorry
about the doll business, and we want
to inuare it and show vou we
wouldn't harm a hair of their heads,"
began Jack.
"Will thev olav wedding?" anx
iouslv asked Prudence.
"Yes, and we'll do everything you
want"
Prudence could scarcely believe
that she heard aright that the . 14
warriors were at their command and
thev but sauaws. "Oh. Jack!' sh
sasped. "oh I how perfectly stylish
Let's plan a wedding. You know
Lillie has to be the bride. She's Pat'i
child."
"W ouldn t you rather have your
child the bride? a'ked the boy.
"Well. I would," she answered
truthfully, "but you see I made Pa
tiencf feel bad by planning a funeral
lor l.illie, so then 1 had to plan her
getting married. So 1 suppose she'd
better be the bride. And, anyway.
Susanna's fcelin's 'II not be hurt
'cause I asked her if she'd care and
she said she d hate to leave home."
Jacks grave face did not smile.
lit was very much in earnest in his
desire to make amends, and he en
tered heartily into the spirit of the
wedding. "I don't wonder that you
didn't want her to be burned." he
said.
"She's always geen good and polite
and never said a cross word to me
since her father died. I'm a widow,
you know," she concluded, giving
rein, as usual, to her fancy.
I didu t know that, answered
Jack.
Oh. yes. Susanna s father died
six years before she was born. He
was left out in the rain and soaked
to death and he's buried in the attic.
Auntie says I'm young to be a
widow, but, oh, it's the grandest fun.
Why don't you play it sometimes,
ack? Have you any children t
"No, but I have a pony. He's just
as good as a child, was the response.
Patience has a husband. He was
given to her the Christmas after
Lillie was born. So you see, if Lil
lic's the bride, she can walk down
the aiijle on her gray-haired father's
arm, like the weddiu' I went to, only
his hair is vellow.
"But dolls don't walk." objected
Jack,
(Copyright David McKay.)
(To Be Continued.)
A Skater.
Dear Happy i I like your oaec
very much and have tried many of
roily s recipes and find them very
good.
Near my house is a pond and I
enjoy the skating on it very much.
1 wish some of the uo-Hawk lnbe
could be with me. Please Go-Hawks
write to me. Dorothy Price, Aged
12 icars, ibbS bvans Mrect, Omaha.
The Clown Breaks All Teenie
Weenie Record for Speed.
"O hum!" yawned the General a$
he stretched Id's tiny arms and legs
i,m leaned back in his easy chair.
"I'm stupid as a frog, sitting here
before the tire, and I'm going out
for a walk."
"Me. too!" cried the Indian, "uch
heap hot here; better outdoors,
where heap plenty air."
Several other Teenie Weenies felt
the same way, and in a few seconds
Si
"Now we're ready!" they cried,
and the little folks set off through
the soft snow.
They made for the woods Lack of
the shocl:ou!r. It was qtu'ct there,
and besides they were sure not to
run across big folks, for the place
was covered with low. thick bushes,
quite the place for rabbits, squirrels
and Teenie Weenie to walk.
The tiny folks had lots of fun play
ing in the soft snow. They threw
snowballs made snow men, and rolled
seen of the little chap but his arms
and . leg.
T lie Turk, who was climbing the
hill, did not have time to get out
of the way, and when the ball hit
him he was tossed high into the air.
The ball rolled faster and faster
until it came to a stop up against
an old tomato can. The Teenie
Weenies soon dug the poor Clown
out, none the worse for his fast ride,
and all the little folks laughed until
their fat sides fairly ached.
Tilly Titter laughed so hard she
lost her balance, fell olf the bush
and badly damaged one of her tail
feathers.
"Great fiisliwormsl" cried the bird,
lookin at her broken feather. '.What
do you mean by roflin' down the
bloomin 'ill and makin' me break
my bloomin' tail?"
"Well, you didn't have to laugh and
the little folks were bustling about
the tiny living room looking for hats
and mit.tens.
"If you wait until I can get into
some walking clothes, I'll go, tool"
cried the Lady of Fashion, dropping
her sewing.
"Ah, crickctyl" exclaimed the
Dunce, "if we have to wait for the
women to get dressed we'll never get
started."
"You just sit down by the fire and
keep your feet warm for a few sec
onds and the Lady of Fashion and I
will be ready before you can say
'Pick a nilly duffel down!'" shouted
Tess, as she disappeared up the tiny
stairway with the Lady of Fashion.
In just a few minutes the two lit
tle ladies appeared in riding breeches,
boots and warm caterpillar fur lined
coats.
in the clean snow until their cheeks
were as pink as cranberries.
The Teenie Weenies' friend, Tilly
Titter, the English sparrow, flew
into one of the bushes under which
the little folks were walking, and ,of
course, they stopped to gossip with
the friendly bird.
The bush in which Tilly sat stood
on the edge of a steep hill, and while
most of the Teenie Weenies talked
to the bird, the Dunce and the Clown
set to work rolling a big snowball.
They had rolled the ball until it was
about the size of a hickory nut when
the Clown's foot slipped. The little
chap held on to the snowball with
all his strength as it started to roll
rapidly down the hill. In a short
distance the Clown was rolled into
the ball as it gathered up the soft
snow, and soon nothing could be
fall off the tree, did you?" growled
the Clown.
"No, I suppose I didn't," answered
the bird. "But it was a bit funny."
And she set off into another gale of
laughter in spite of her damaged
feather.
This Is the last chance the many friends
of the Teenie Weenies will have to color
the picture, for, beginning next Sunday,
they will take care of the color work
themselves.
The sky (hould be blue. The trees
should be colored a greenish brown, with
those In the background a little lighter
than the ones In the foreground. The bird
ought to be colored dark brown on the
back and head, with the breast colored a
light gray: The Teenie Weenies' faces
should be pink. CJogo should have a brown
face and the Chinaman's face should be
tan. The Teenie Weenies' clothes can be
colored to suit your own fancy.
Wants to Join.
Dear Happy. I wish to join the
Go-Hawks. I will be a true mem
ber. Will be glad to receive a but
ton. I am 10 years of age. I am in
the fourth grade it school Georgia
E. Lawlcr, Hershey, Neb.
Why Do Trees Not Die
in Winter Like the
Flower?
This quotum depend upon a mis
take as to the nature of trees and
flowers. A flower is only part of a
plant. It i a special part, or organ,
made by the plant for a special pur
pose, which is the production ol
seeds to produce new plants. We
must not speak of the flower as if
it were a plant. It happens to be
conspicuous because the help of in
sects is rcuiri'd in the preparing of
seeds, and the .lower is a (lag made
to attract the insects ati utioii. Cut
there are many (lowers which do not
require the lulp of insects. These
flowers need not be conspicuous. All
trees have flowers, and in most c;.cs
they are of tle inconspicuous kind.
Once, however, we know that
trees have flowers, we do not need
telling that thcsi ffowers d'e in the
winter, just as the flowers of ohcr
plants. But the plant, or tree, docs
not die, because the flower dies, the
tree goes on living, and will produce
new ilowcrs next year, lliat tact
may also be true of many of the
smaller kind of plants.
My Dream.
I was awake when the clock
struck 3 this morning.
The sun was not un. so I lav still.
I tried to catch another nap before
daylight. 1 feu asleep, but not a
deep sleep.
I dreamed I was in Santa's pal
ace. I had often wished I might go
there.
There was a throne in the palace
which had steps all around it. Santa
sat like a king upon the throne.
He wciet robe of red velvet. It
was trimmed with bright feathers.
His face wasTosy and smiling. His
beard was snowy.
I stepped up beside him on the
throne, rrom there I could see
children from all lands taking play
things, sonic from Christmas trees.
sonic from stockings. One little boy
who was sick got his ou a tray by
his bedside The girls got dolls,
dishes, skates, rings and daisies for
their hats. They all looked very de
lighted. The boys got drums and
rocking horses. One had a live par
rot, lhcn I woke up as the clock
struck 7. At the breakfast table J
told my mother of my dream. Car
roll Trice, Elm Creek, Neb.
Another Way to Be
a Good Go-Hawk
On St. Valentine's day a good
Go-Hawk tries very hard to think
of some one who is ill or un
fortunate to whom he may send
a loving message. It is not enough
to just send Valentines to your
friends but you must remember
those whose day will be brighter
and happier because of your
thoughts of them.
Fatty Dumpling.
Once upon a time there lived a
little woman in Scotland named Fat
ty Dumpliug. She was named this
because she made apple dumplings.
People from all parts of Scotland
came to buy the apple dumplings.
One day she said to herself, "I will
make a dumpling for myself." So
she made a tiny dumpling and put it
in the oven. When about two min
utes passed Fatty looked in the oven
to see if the dumpling was baked,
but all of a sudden it jumped up and
ran down the street. Fatty ran
after it, but she could not catch it, for
a chicken ate it. She did not care,
because she could make more apple
dumplings. Joseph CosgrifT, Aged
10. 4124 South Thirty-sixth Street,
Omaha.
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By EMILIE BLACKMORE STAPP and ELEANOR CAMERON.
"Mike" and "Slivers," two street
urchins, are pals and make their
home together in an old vacant room
in a rickety downtown office build
ing. Olivers, the younger ot the two
boys, is the more honest, and when
Mike scolds -him for not getting rid
of all his old papers defends him
self. I heir conversation is over
heard and brings about strange hap
penings. Before they reach their
room that night in February it has
been visited by the Icicles and now
by Mr. February Thaw. Our play
for this month, as you know, is
called
"Mr. February Thaw."
(Continued from Last Sunday.)
Oh! that bare Icy ground,
(Hubs head again)
But, Its big, snowy mound
.lust saved my head. I aia
As frisky as a lamb.
(Begins to hop around.)
The north wind blew us In
- Because we were so thin!
(The icicles strut around, the
room as though looking for a good
place to attach themselves. Go near
the window. Sound of running
water is heard, made by someone
off stage pouring water slowly from
one receptacle to another. Icicles
stop suddenly, listen and then look
around as though frightened.)
The north wind blew as la
Because we aro so thin.
I'm really glad of that.
For If we had been fat
We'd had a horrid fall
And nothing left at all.
(Shivers and shakes his shoulders.)
ICICLE.
(Sighing.)
It's very rold In this raom.
Here eomea eur awful dooa.
I think that North Wind saw
Old February Thaw.
FEBRUARY THAW.
(Enters right stage. Carries bucket
of water and dipper. Raises a dip
per of water and lets it pour slowly
back into the pail. Laughs noisily.)
(Boastfully.)
Tour little day is done.
X saw the big warm sun.
(Icicles groan.)
Push out his smiling face,
So you must leave this place,
Now-eaelt yourself sway!
ICICLE.
(Wrings his hands mournfully.)
A pretty howdy do!
If what you Bay is true;
We have no place to go.
For you will melt the snow.
(Moans and groans.)
Oh! how I wish that I
Would never have to die!
(Big and little icicles strike atti
tudes of despair, walk down the room
and back again, then sadly over to
the window to keep cool.)
FEBRUARY THAW.
(Importantly.)
But Bow, you must go tell
Tour icy friends farewell!
For I am after them,
And the most precious gem
Can't save a one In town.
Soon they will trickle down
Until they melt apart.
If I were you I'd start.
(February Thaw raises another
dipper of water, lets it run down into
h's bucket and then starts over to
ward the icicles, as though to melt
them. They give a moaning sound,
as though heartbroken, and then van
ish, right stage.)
FEBRUARY THAW.
(Boastfully.)
I tell ynu when I try
I make Mr lea fly!
Trickle! Trickle I Trlckl
(Pretends to weep in mock grief.)
Poor little wet icicle!
(Laughs noisily and vanishes left
stage.)
(Enter right stage Mike and Sliv
ers. Mike carried an empty paper
s?ck while Slivers- still has some
papers in the bottom of the sack
slung over his shoulder. Mike throws
his sack down in a corner of thi
:com.)
(Continued next Sunday.)
Why should a man never tell his
secrets in a cornfield?
Answer Because there are so
many ears there and they would be
shocked.
When is a soldier not even half
a soldier? ) '
Answer When he is in quarters.
What game do the waves of the
ocean like to play?
Answer Pitch and toss.
If I were you I would not worry.
Just make up your mind to do better
when you get another chance and be
content with that.
Coupon for
HAPPY TRIBE
Every boy and girl reader of
this paper who wishes to join
the Go-Hawks' Happy Tribe, of
which -James Whitcomb Riley
was the First Big Chief, can se
cure his official button by sending
a 2-ccnt stamp with your name,
age and address with this cou
pon. Address your letter to
"Happy," care this paper. Over
50,000 members I
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Complete the picture br drawing a line through the dots, beginn.ng with one
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I'OLl.V.
lid and I Mcr are my fond el
turiiipn and yrMrrday nioiiiing when
il.td started down town he said,
"Say, 1'olly, this u Saturday, so wh
C4n't yon conk u some tuinirs for
dinner':" This a little d'Merent
way to lit turnips and mighty
gcod we think.
Turnip Balls.
(rt ted turnips if poMihlr, though
white ones will do. Cut them out
while tawr with a vegetable sroop
Mnli as vou uc for potatoes, then
boil the little lulls in failed water
until tender, bring careful not to
bml too long so they will keep their
shape. Pram and cover with melted
butter. Sra-oii with alt, a dh of
white pepper or paprika and sprinkle
wiih a litilc chopped parsley. Good
luck to ou. POLLY.
The Reformed Boy.
"Boys," cried Tom Davis burst
ing into the Go-1 lawks club room,
"Hoys, I just saw Neddy Harris a
little while ago and he was tying tin
cans on a dog's tail. The poor dog
was just about dead wilh fright. 1
untied the cans and took him Mo my
houc. He soon felt better but yon
know Ned's crurlly to animaU. I
told mother about it and rhe told me
to tell hint about the Go-Hawks
Happy Trihe ami ak him to join,
then iie would soon learn about bis
crurlty. How many agree with me?"
There was a chorus of ayes and a
boy in the back of the room spoke.
"Sure, we could send for his but
ton then w-rite him an invitation to
come to the club house. We could
initiate him to our group and let him
take the pledge. I will send for the
button today and the secretary will
write the invitation."
That day when Ned Harris reached
home from school he found the invi
tation; this i it:
"You arc invited to the Go-Hawks
club house tomorrow, Jan.-, 1922."
The next day the button arrived
and the club house was made ready
for the initiation. Ned Harris took
the pledge and got the button. He
soon learned about his cruelty and
resolved never to be cruel to ani
mals any more. Gertrude Holland,
Fairbury, Neb.
Weather Forecast
Will rain valentines all weak W
Happyland.
Is It a Sign of Rain When
Smoke Is Blown Down
the Chimney?
It may be or it may not be. II
we think about this question for
ourselves we shall see that no one
could answer simply "yes" or "no"
to it. The traveling of smoke up
the chimney, and of wind down it,
are complicated matters.
We may be sure that when wind
blows down the chimney the air is
not still, and wind very often brings
rain, for wind is moving air, and this
air may be laden with moisture,
which is apt to fall as rain.
But, though wind and rain often
go together, so that rain is more
likely to fall when the smoke is
blown down the chimney, yet there
are winds which are usually dry and
bring no rain with them. Different
chimneys smoke with different
winds, and some smoke with all
winds, and some with none; so,
plainly, it is impossible to answer
this question except in a general
way. Book of Wonders.
Write Roy a Letter.
Dear Happy: I wish to join the
Happy Tribe. I am enclosing 2
cents to get a button. I am 9 years
old and in the fourth grade at school.
I read the children's page every
Sunday and like it very well. I wish
somebody would write to nie. I will
gladly answer them. My letter is
opttinor Inner o I mint rlnsp. RnV
Lewis, Aged 9, Ansclmo, Neb.
A New Member.
Dear Happy: I wish to join your
Happy Tribe. I am enclosing 2
cents for a button. I wilt try to fol
low your motto. I am in the sixth
grade at school. I am 10 years old.
I have three brothers and a sister. I
read the children's page every Sun
day. I wish some one would write
to me. I would gladly answer them.
Well as my letter is getting long I
will close. Olive Lewis, jged 10,
Ansclmo, Neb. '
MOTTO
"To Make the World a
Happier Place."
PLEDGE
'7 promise to help some
one every day. I will try to
protect the birds and all dumb
animals."
SYMBOL
Indian Head for Courage.