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Maggie'i Birthday Present
Maggie was very sad because it
wss her birthday and the did not re
reive ny presents fier mother was
too poor. Her mother nd Tom
(lirr brother) took care ot me came,
tlral in order to keep the little (am
ily together. Maggie could not
work, tor (he was crippled and had
to walk on crutches. Today she
vetit a usual with her mother to
the cathedral and aat on the steps
and passed the day watching the
rasiersby. As the aat there the s aw
tmall dog running up to her. lie
jumped tip and down and did many
tricks for her. It could be plainly
seen that he was a well-brought-up
dog. Finally, her mother came
from the cathedral and they went
home. The dog followed closely
behind. Months passed and one
day as they sat on the steps a
stranger came up to Maggie and
aid:
"This is a fine dog you have."
"Yes," said Maggie, looking with
pride at the well-kept Nido.
"Can he do any tricks?" asked the
Stranger.
"Certainly," replied Maggie, and
JCido did many tricks. He danced,
cried, played dead, shook hands and
many other tricks.
Neat day while Maggie was gono
the stranger came to the house and
offered Maggie's mother $50 for
Nido. It was lots of money to her
and finally she gave him Nido. No
Nido was there to greet Maggie
when she came home and her moth
er fold the whole story. Maggie
vas very sick and nothing could
make her better but Nido.
One day in bounded Nido, dirty
and thin, but happy as eer. He
nearly wagged his tail off trying to
express his joy. But suddenly
Haggle's n mother grew grave and
said: '
"But, Maggie, the man paid . so
much for him and he really isn't
worth it"
Maggie did not reply, for she
knew better, and from that day on
Maggie improved and was soon hap-
py as ever. Faithful Nido never got
' out of her sight. Inez Hardy, Co
lumbus, Neb,
The Little Match Girl.
Once upon a time there was a lit
tle match girl whose name was Eva.
Eva went on an errand. Before she
started her mother gave her a' pair
of slippers to wear. She was very
poor. When she was crossing the
train track she lost them. -A boy
found one and said when he got
married he could use it for a cradle
for his children. The other she could
. not find. So she went on barefooted.
Her feet were black and "blue with
cold. It was just before Christmas
and no one even stopped to give
her a penny. She came to a house,
sat down beside it, put her feet under
her dress, but this did not keep
them warm. She lit a match and her
fingers got warm. When the match
went out she lit another and kept
on doing this. Then she thought
she saw a Christmas dinner on a
table. There was a big goose on a
- platter. The goose jumped down on
, the floor.. It had a fork in its
i breast When this match went out
she lit another and saw a Christmas
tree all lighted up. It had 'a big doll
under it and playthings. When thi
match went out she saw her grandma
in the next. Her grandma was the
only one who had loved her. Before
her grandma died she said when a
Mar fell a soul was going up to God.
She knew when this match went out
her grandma would go away. So
she lit the whole bunch. In the night
she froze to death. She told her
grandma to take her in her arms to
heaven. Eva thought she did. No
one ever knew what this little girl
had thought about Elsie Jensen,
Aged 9, Valley,, Neb.
A Loyal Reader. ' '
Dear Happy: I have been reading
the Children's page and enjoy it
very . much. I want to be a Go
Hawk. So I will send the 2-cent
stamp and would like to get the
button. I think the story Roseberta
. Tracy wrote was fine. Well, this is
ny "rst letter and I haven t much
jo say. I am 10 years old and am
; m the fourth grade. My teachers
1 name is Miss Engel. I hope I will
; gen the button soon. Yours Truly,
Mary Saunders, Dixon, Neb.
S; v The Poor GirL
Jane was a poor girl. Her father
was dead and her mother was old
and sick. Jane taught herself how
. to read. Every evening she would
go out into the woods to get wood
to start the fire.. The next day in
the afternoon she would go for ber-
rlea whirh w?a their onlv food. One
afternoon just as- she had a few
berries picked she met an oia man,
who had a long beard and ragged
clothes. She was frinhtened when
ah no him hut when he smiled
f tr n lrnpw 'xhr fiact no thine
to fear. He asked her if she would
give him some berries. Mary had
nnlv m few herries. Shetnew if she
gave him the berries that her mother
would starve with hunger, but sne
rnnM nnt ee the man be hungry.
so she gave him all the berries she
had. When she went nome sne iouna
all kinds of packages outside the
door. It was the old . man who
brought them. He was not poor at
all He just wanted to see how kind
Jane was. Joseph Cosgriff. aged 10,
1124 Sooth Thirty-sixth street,
Omaha, i'"
What Good Old St. Patrick Did.
St. Tatrick's Day it atinntt here again, for lh4t was the name that
was long io given to ,Urih 17, There are many legends and stories con
nerted with this holiday, and I am going to tell you one that is facially
popuUr in IreUnd. where it was firt told many years ago.
Of murse, you have heard that when M. Tatrirk went to Ireland he
found the Isle running over with snakes, toals and serpents el all kimls.
Hut lie had a great time getting rid ol them and at lt he suerreded. Hut
there was on sly old serpent who escaped fonhe had hidden awny
in a hole in a lake.
The good old Saint was much surprised when he found this out and
knew that something would have to be done, for the old serpent wits
making a lot of mischief. He thought and thought about it, and finally
he got t strong iron chet and nine bolts. Then one fine morning he
took a walk to the hole where the serpent made his home. The old ser
pent didn't like St. 1'atrick a hit, for he knew what he had done to all his
brother and his uncles and his cousins, so he began to his and show
his teeth.
"Oh!" called St. Patrick cheerfully. "What's the sense of making
so much noine when a nice gentleman like myself comes to call? And
it's a line houe I am bringing you for the winter. You can come out and
look at it whenever you plcae."
The serpent hearing such plcaant words began to be interested and
he stuck his head out of the hole, then came wriggling after to see the
new house St. Patrick had brought. But when he saw the nine bolls he
was friyhtened and began to wriggle away as fast as he could.
"Stop, stop!" cried St. Patrick. It's a long ways you'd be going
before you found such a nice warm house!"
"Thank you kindly, St. Patrick" answered the old serpent, "but it's
too small for me."
"Too small!" laughed St. Patrick. "I am sure it will fit you com
pletely. If you only try, there's plenty of room."
"I don't like to contradict you," replied the serpent politely. "But I
am sure it is much too small."
With that the serpent swelled himself up as big as he could and
crept into the chest all but a bit of his tail.
"There now, you can see for yourself!" he cried gleefully. "The
house is much too small (or me. I can't get my tail in." '
And what did St. Patrick do? Why, quick as a wink he slammed
down the heavy lid of the chest with a bang like thunder. When that old
rogue of a serpent saw the lid coming down he drew in his tail like a shot
for' fear that it would be snapped off. And St. Patrick began to lock
the nine bolts.
"Oh, murder! Won't you let me out?" cried the serpent.
"Let you out, my darling?" replied St. Patrick. "To be sure! To
be sure! But you must wait until tomorrow."
- With that the good saint rolled the chest down the hill and right
into the lake, where 1 think it is to this very day. And the old serpent,
struggling at the bottom, is what makes the waves roll ami toe iin in
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iiigu. oume even say mey are sure iney nave heard
tne serpent calling: "is it tomorrow yet? Is it tomor
row yet.' vv hich it sure can never be, for it is always
TODAY. And that is the way St. Patrick settled
the serpents in Ireland.
How Did the Forests That
Turned to Coal Come
to He Buried?
All the earth that covers the great
coal depotits of the earth's cruit,
called the carboniferous, wlihlii
meant carbon-hearing, was laid!
there through long ages by the sea.
Nothing is more certain than that
over" every part of what we call the
dry land, the sra has rolled for many
age Probably mot part of the
earth's surface have many times been
under water and many times above
it. Wherever the sea is, there its
water slowly deposits an ever-deep
ening layer of substances which it
has dissolved from the rocks and
other materials which the rivers have
brought to it, and yet others which
are the remains of creatures living
in the depths of the sea.
Then as the waters roll eUewhcre
and the bottom of the sea is un
covered, the surface of these deposits
becomes the surface of the dry land.
If we carefully study the rate at
which the waters are forming de
posits today, we can get some very
rough idea of time that has passed
since various layers of the earth s
crust were on the surface, as every
layer of it has at some time been.
And so we can guess that many mil
lions of years must have elapsed since
the coal measures were alive. Book
of Wonders.
Owns White Leghorns.
Dear Happy. This is my first let
ter to you. I go to school two miles.
T ride to school on a Shetland pony.
His name is Cuddle. He is brown.
I am in the Fifth grade. There are
two more in my grade. I have eight
White Leghorn hens. I raised them
myself. 1 get from two to four
fggs a day. I get the money for
.1
cm. i am writing mis on papa s
typewriter. My letter is getting
long, so will close. Catherine Pen-
held, Aged 10, Palmer, Neb.
Friends.
There was sunshine in the valley
and the roses were in bloom.
The skies were blue above mc, but
I walked the place in doom.
I was sad and discontented in a gar
den that was lair.
For with all the joy about me, not
a triend ot mine was there.
I'd have traded right that minute all
the field where violets Erow.
And the balmy summer breezes for
a sight of northern snow.
For the beauty of the blossoms had
but little charm for mc
It was friendly smiling faces I was
hungering to see.
Oh, what are scenes of beauty when
your friends are far away.
And who could like a garden if
alone he had to stay?
Though the skies are blue above you,
there can be no peace of mind
Amid scenes of richest splendor if
you ve left your friends behind.
So I'll gladly brave the blizzard and
III tramo the snowy street,
For at every turn and corner there
are smilinsr friends to meet.
And though far. away is sunshine, I
tind happiness- depends
Not on sky or trees or roses, but on
being with, your friends. .
Nina Moraine, 6101 North Thirty
ninth street, Omaha, Neb.
A New Go-Hawk.
Dear Happy. I would like to join
the Go-Hawks' Happy tribe. I am 13
years old. I am in the seventh grade.
I would like it very much if some
other little Go-Hawks would write
to me. J would gladly answer them.
I am enclosing a 2-cent stamp. Yours
sincerely, Edith Fairchild, 1718 South
Twenty-sixth Street, Omaha, Neb.
'TeehI of the Go Hawksl
I SVNOI'SIB.
Th Go-lfawka, a Jail eruwd of ho 31
nho play Indian, Invite the twlnir Pru
rience and PsUenee, to Join their Trine.
Two of the meetings briny sorrow to the
girls, end after the ItMt one Prae and
Pat refuse to play with the boye. To
make their peaee, though they acorn
dolld, the 14 o-Hawk brave aaalat In
a doll' weddlnir. to which all the arlfh
horhood la Intited. The afternoon la a
happy one and at- laat the "Hquawa" for
give the brave and all la peaceful again.
HOW OO ON WITH TUB 8TOBY.
CHAPTER VII.
A Circus.'
For more than a week excitement
had run high in the neighborhood of
the Carroll home. The Go-Hawks'
were to give a circus and day or
night it "was the absorbing topic of
conversation. The barn was head
quarters for the troupe, and the lot
at the rear was to be the circus
ground. Practising on the, home
made trapeze, with ancient bed
quilts and comforters to soften the
numerous falls; .was the program for
every afternoon. The twins had won
much admiration for the manner in
which they walked the tight rope
a performance it was well for them
that Aunt Sallie did not see. How
ever, tight rope walking did not
wholly satisfy the ambition of Pru
dence. "Isn't there something else that
we can do, Jack?" she asked one
evening.
"How'd you like to be a side show,
you and Pat? You might be the fat
lady with something dreadful the
matter with you, or a giantess and
stand on a box in the tent."
Prudence regarded the suggestions
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doubtfully. It was too inactive to
please the restless child. "May we
be anything we can think up to
s'prise the boys?" she asked.
"Sure t(jing," answered, the chief,
"but get up something lively and
different from anything else, 'cause
you two'Il be the only lady actors in
this show."
"What'd yoti rather be than any
thing else in the world?" asked Pru
dence on the way home.
"Oh, I'd rather be a beautiful prin
cess or the president's wife or "
"But that won't do for a circus,"
interrupted Prudence.
"Well, then let's be bareback rid
ers and go round and round the ring
on our horses and Napoleon can
stand in the middle and crack a whip
at us," continued Patience, "only
where'Il we get the horses?"
"We'll have just pretend ones. We
can ride broomsticks. This circus
mustn't be like any other circus,
'cause Jack said it must be differ
ent." "If we ride broomsticks then how
can we be bareback riders?" asked
Patience.
Prudence studied the question and
then her eyes brightened. "I tell
you! We can cut the backs out of
out waists and then we'd be bare
back riders."
, "Auntie wouldn't like it."
"Dear me, Pat, I never saw such
a girl. One'd s'pose you were 'bout
two years old, and here you are with
your children getting married. You
mustn't get in the habit of thinking
about things to worry over. Jack
says it's always more comfortable
not to worry about anything' till
ev'rything's all over.
(Copyright by David McKay. All right
reserved., Printed by permission and
special 'arrangements with David Mo
Kay Publishing Company.)
(To Be Continued.)
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. JAIL
Daddy's birthday is the same date
as our old friend, St. Patrick, so next
Friday we are having a little dinner
party in his honor. I am going to
make the salad to help mother and
this is what I am planning to have.
ST. PATRICK SALAD.
Use a green pepper for each per
son. Cut out the stem and end and
remove the seeds and white part.
Wash out your peppers by running
some cold water into them. Then
take equal amounts of celery, apples,
olives and nut meats all chopped in
small pieces, mix with salad dress
ing and fill the peppers. Put a spoon
ful of mayonnaise dressing on the
top of each one and decorate with
a shamrock cut from a pepper.
And I must tell you what mother
is getting for place cards. She bought
some . tiny white pipes and we are
going to write the names on the han
dles and tie them with green rib
bon. Won't they be cute? I hope
you all have a jolly St. Patrick's
day. ,' POLLY.
HOW TO BE A
GOOD GO-HAWK
A good Go-Hawk does not
look over another's shoulder to
see what he is reading or writ
ing. There is no more annoying
or disagreeable habit than this
one, for what a person is reading
or writing is private unless he
offers to share it with others.
By EMIL1E BLACKMORE STAPP and ELEANOR CAMERON.
Last Sunday the curtain rose in
our 1 airy Groto of Happyland on
our March play. You read the little
story of the play and who were
to be in it and what they were to
wear. Today you will learn what
made Peggy and Jcanette feel so sad
as they wandered through the Hap
py Forest.
You will find out who comes to
help them. The name of our March
play is:
THE rUSSY WILLOW BOY."
A Tlay in One Act.
SCENE Happy Forest, believed
by children , to be a place where
flowers bloom and birds sing all the
year round. It is a source of great
surprise when they find, one March
day. it is bare and cold.
Discovered Jcanette and Peggy
walking wearily through the woods
hunting for violets and other wild
flowers. They cannot) understand
why there is nothing in bloom.
JEANETTE.
(Sadly walking about the woods.)
Oh dear!' Oh dear! OH TEAR ! I J
Just think, this time last year
Of all the flowera wo found
And now, look at thla ground
Bo cold and hard and wet,
I'm aure we'll not get
A violet today
So what the use to stay!
PEGGY.
(Draws her little skirts shivering
ly around her.)
Tea, It I most nucor
. To find no violet her
For Sarah. who la lame.
And really knoni we came,
To take her back a few
Phedoe ao love their blue
f And Ihere'a not even one!
Where IS the kind old sunt
(The little girls look anxiously
about, as though hoping the sun will
appear, and with the sun the violets.
Front lilt stage comes Mis March.
While the children had been search
ing for their violets she was seated
on a log cke to the edge of the
Happy Forest. Miss March, who is
the first of all the spring months
to appear, is kind of heart and was
much troubled by the disappoint
ment of the children.
MISS MARCH.
(Approaching the two little g it Is,
speaks tenderly.)
You two poor Utile d'srs
No wonder tht the tear
Hiand In your eyt today
W hen you ahoiild be ao gay.
The March Wind la n queer
And cold to m this year.
II ha not don hi part
To warm my lunging hiar.
II thinks It I enouah
To bluatrr and b gruff.
(Miss March looks off sudderly
and wipes her eyes, as though she
is very sad. A riiiccr whistling and
blowing sound is heard off stage, as
though the wind was rising in the
forest. It is the approach of tht
March Wind. Miss March seems to
listen closely, her hand to her ear.
The little girls watch her hopefully.)
MISS MARCH.
Her cornea the March Wind, deara;
I hope he'll dry your teara.
Mis March 1 my nam ,too.
I'm gild I'm here with ou,
Vor now you both can '"e
I try each day to be
Kind to flowera of spring.
My work It la to bring
Them here, to give much Joy
To every girl and boy.
(Takes off her long coat and walks
softly to back center stage, where
the little children, dressed as violets,
hive been sitting on the grunj hud
dled clote together, as though very
fold. Their heads -re drooping. Miss
March lovingly covers them with hei
own coat. Jcanette and Peggy have
followed her ana watch iirr wist
fully.)
MISS MARCH
C'enderly.)
Pear Violet, my cap (hill kp yen
warm ,
And (heiter )eu from fold and rain and
iorm.
t hope Hie son will his your llttl fare
AU4 laugh It way into rur aiding i
TEGGY.
(Much excited, runs toward Miss
March.)
IlarUt Hark! lia March, da you bear
that roarT
lie Mr. March Wind tailing alvrdoor!
(Enter fpiickly the Piim) Willow
Boy and his Pussy Willow Fairies.
They seem to be blown into the
woods, a though driven before the
March Wind. I he Pussy Willow
Boy has his basket filled with pussy
willows and he begins at once to
plant them around tlie race ot the
wood while the I'ussy Willow l airit s
dance.)
(Continued Neit Mn.lat.)
Fishing.
Dear Happy: I have been longing
to write to you for a long time, I
am sending 2-cent stamp for a but
ton. 1 am going to try and tell you
a story. .
One line day in summer my friftid
and myself went fishing. We rode
on our bicycles two and one-nan
miles till we got to the creek. We
had our lunch of sandwiches, pickles
and cake and many other things.
We caught 19 fish, each about 10
inches biiir. We went home very
happy that day. When I got home
my brother was there. It was his
birthday. The folks bad a party for
him. That night we had ice cream,
candy and cake.
Well, I will close for this time. 1
wish some of the Happy Tribe
would write to me. Reuben Butzke,
Aged 12, Tolk, Neb.
3V U :
Gogo Has a Terrible Experience.
How it did rain! It came down
in great drops almost big enough to
fill a Teenie Weenie bucket, so it
would be quite safe to say that the
rain came down by the bucketful. It
started early, in the morning and it
fell so hard there was nothing for
theTeenie Weenies to do but stay In
the house, for one drop would have
soaked a Teenie Weenie from head
to toe.
It was most tiresome 'sitting by
the fire with nothing to do. Some
of the little folks played checkers,
some dozed by the fire, and some
talked.
"Let's talk about something to
eat," suggested the Dunce when the
conversation had lagged for a few
minutes during the afternoon.
"What's the i-e talkin' 'bout, fings
fI J,
to eat? Dat done do no good," said
Gogo. "I'd like to have a big piece
of watermillion, but talkirj' don't
bring no watermillion," and the lit
tle fellow wiped the corner of his
mouth as he gazed into the blazing
fire.
"I'll bet you a grape seed I could
eat a whole thimbleful of whipped
cream," cried the Dunce, smacking
his lips.
"You all can have your whipped
cream," said Gogo. "All I asks fo'
is jus' watermillion, plenty of wa
termillion." -
For some minutes the little folks
sat silently blinking into the tiny
fireplace. Some of the little heads
nodded, and loud breathing told that
several of the little people had
reached the land of dreams.
Suddenly the drowsy Teenie Wee
nies were brought to their feet 6y
loud yells, and Gogo, who had been
nodding beside the fireplace, began
to shout at the top of his tiny voice.
"Hey! H-H-Hey, let me go! O!
O!" shouted the little colored fellow.
and, jumping to his feet, he grabbed
the poor Dunce about the neck and
began to shake him.
"I'll . teach you all to go 'roun'
foolin' folks what done like water
million. No old frog can play low
down tricks on me."Gogo shook the
poor Dunce until the rest of the
Teenie Weenies came to his rescue
for the Dunce was scared half out
of his wits and could not help him
self. "Here, quit that! What do you
mean by such actions?" shouted the
policeman, prying the little colored
chap away from the poor Dunce.
"Land sakesl" cried Gogo, rub
bing hi seyes and looking foolishly
about. "I done been dreamin."
"Well, that shakin' you gave me
wasn't any dream," cried the Dunce,
backing off to a safe distance.
"O! It was awful, dat dream,"
sighed Gogo. "I was sittin' right
here befo de fire when there was a
knock at de door. 'I went to de
do' and a big frog done stan' dah
and smile a great big smile. After
i
he done smile a long time he done
tell me to come out in de yard fo'
to eat watermellon. I called de
Dunce and de Chinamans and we
go out and in de front yard we done
fine a big piece of watermillion. I
done climb up on dat piece of water
million, and jus'- get two big han's
full when a big han' done come
down out of de sky and snatchem
me away. I done kick and scratch
and de ban' done drop me kersplash
in de watermillion. I done get up
and de frog he says it all joke,
and I say it ain't no joke, losin'
watermillion jus' when yo' all have
it right in yo' mouth, so I done grab
dat frog by de throat to give him
a good shakin' when I done wake
up."
"Well, that was some dream,"
said the Old Soldier.
"Yes, sir," answered the little
colored fellow. "It come near be
ing some dream, and I is goin' right
back to sleep and see if I can get
a taste of dat million next time."
(Copyright, !::.)
if UTS TO
W hen d"f 4 leopard iiui'iie his
spots?
Answer When he moves fiom
one spot to anr.ther.
What is the hardest thing to deal
with?
Answer An old pack of idids.
Why is the lower part of a man's
face shaved in January like a cele
brated fur?
Answer Because it is chin-chilly.
The Kind Little GirL
Once upon a time there was
little girl named May. May's father
was very rich. May was very, very
kind little g;rl. May was the only
child in the family. So her mother
and father pelted her. You may
think May was spoiled, but she
wa-n't.
One day May's mother was going
down shopping in town and told
May to stay home. May obeyed and
told her mother goodby. Then she
ran upstairs to get her doll. When
she came to the door she saw a rag
ged boy. May felt sorry for the
boy and said he should come in and
have something to cat. After the
boy had eaten hw meal he told how
poor he was. May felt sorry for
him and gave him $10. The boy
did not want to take it, but May
said, "I have $10 more." So the
poor boy took the money and was
very glad. When May's mother
came home, May ran out and told
her mother about the ragged boy
and what she gave him. Her mother
asked why she gave the money to
the poor boy. May said "because I
promised to be good to animals and
I think it is good to work with my
Go-Hawk pin to help poor people
just as well as animals." After a
white May said, "Mother, I didn't
mean to say I just want to be kind
to poor people, but I will help out
the little animals too it they are in
bad luck." Then her mother said,
"Oh I know you are kind. Now come
to the house and look over the things
I bought you." May ran to the house
and looked over her things and then
sat down and wrote a letter to the
Happy Tribe. Freda Koehler, Aged
10, Craig, Neb.
TTITCV TAD
Richard had just had his totfth
pulled and he had asked the dentist
if he might take it home with him.
"Sure," answered . Dr. S. "But
what are you going to do with it?"
"Well," answered Richard gleeful
ly, "I'm going to put some sugar in
it and watch it ache."
"Did vou ver think how awfullv
jolly it would be if you were a
frog," said Mary, 8 years old, on her
way to the dentist.
"Why?" asked her mother.
P 11 cm frrsnm ViOirswn't Qtltf ! Vi
so they never have to go to the
dentist. So, now, wouldn't you like
to be a frog too?"
Mischief Boy.
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Gilbert. He was always into mis
Chief. One day he went out hunting
and killed all the pretty birds like
robins, meadow larks and all other
nice birds. Soon a Go-Hawk came
along and said. "Do you not know
that is wrong? You go to Sunday
school and see if it is not so." And
i - x 3 t,tA Ai,f if oral ia nnrl
ne went aim wunu
he never killed birds again. George
Mencke, ciair, ista.
Joe.
Once uoon a time there were three
crows and the little crow's name was
Joe. One day Joe fell out 01 ttie
nest and broke lus wing. I came
home from school and caught him.
T flxpr! his broken wing and he
grew stronger and took things out if
the house. One day the took
mother's ring and put it in an empty
water pail. Lester Hicks, Aged 8,
Meadow Grove, Neb.
Receives Button.
nr Hannv T received VOUr Go-
Hawk button and am wearing it on
my coat.- We are going .,n?ve.
vacation for two weel.s, which I will
enjoy very much. I go to South
Franklin school and I am m mc
fourth grade. The first A grade had
a Christmas tree ana we woe
ed to see it. Well, as my story is
growing long I will close. Yours
truly, Joseph. Ca-.gnff, Aged 10,
Omaha, Neb.
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the . Go-Hawka
Happy Tribe,
of which
lames W h i t -comb
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the first big
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