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Stories of Our
Little Folks
(IV.ie.)
"Why Tommy idn't Go to Sundty
School."
One beautiful Sunday morning
while Tommy wat waiting (or tlic
hand of the clock 10 change from
8:J0 to 0:.W. lie thought he Mould
bo into the back yard and slide down
the new cellar door hit father had
huilt. But when it came to adding
it watn't a good at he thought it
to be. "Well, 1 might at well try
it before Sit get t chance to." So
up the cellar door went Tommy,
tramp, tramp, tramp; at last he got
to the top. "Now for the fun," he
exclaimed. But, oh. half way down
the cellar door hit new pantt caught
on a nail and one loud rip took
uch a large piece out of them that
he would not only have to ttay home
from Sunday tchool, but tpend the
icmainder of the day in hit cozy
bedroom. How Tommy did dread
thisl Sorrowfully he picked up hit
little ttraw hat and Sunday tchool
book and turned to go into the
I house. What would hit mother
think? Supposing she would do the
same thing with her preeious little
Tommy at . Frankie'a mother had
done with h!m. Oh, dear, wouldn't
that be dreadful to be spanked on
Sunday, because that would be the
first time he had ever been touched
with stick or with the band of
his mother.
When Tommy entered the kitchen
he ran to hit mother sobbing, "Don't,
mother, please don't spank me when
-1 tell you." "Tommy, what in the
world have you done?"
"Oh, mother, I was sliding down
the cellar door and my new pants
caught on a nail and tore."
"It makes no difference, dear; I
have another new suit for you."
"I'll never do it again as long as I
live." was the most sincere promise
of little Tommy. Margaret Ahrend
sen, age 12, Millard, Neb. .. . .
Hat Many Pets.
; Dear Happy: I am sending a 2
ccnt stamp to get a button. I had
one button, but lost it and would
like my button as soon as possible.
I would like very much if some
of the other girl Go-Hawks would
write to me. I would gladly an
swer them. I have a pony-, two
cats, one do and many other pets.
1 live on a farm jifst outside of
Omaha. I read the Go-Hawk page
every Sunday, and f aomeone else
wants the paper I always say,
"Please let me'aee 'Another Way to
Be a Good Go-Hawk.' "Grace
Christenten, aged 10, Thirty-second
Street and Avenue M, East Omaha.
Likes Happyland.
Dear Happy: I want to join your
Happy tribe. I am sending along a
2-cent stamp and the coupon with
this letter. Please send me the badge
sooh as I am very interested in the
tribe. I am 10 years old and in the
fifth grade at school. My teacher's
name is Miss Mary Smith. There are
14 children in our school now. In
the spring there are going to be nine
more. I read the Happy Land every
' Monday and surely enjoy it. Well
as it is getting bedtime I will close.
Yours truly, Veronica Delahuntz,
Lexington,. Neb. v
A, Seventh Grader.
Dear Happy: I would like to loin
your Happy tribe. Enclosed you will
find a 2-cent stamp for a button. I
, have read your page and like it very
, much. I am 13 years old I have
' two brothers; their names are Neal,
5 years old, and Wendall, 2 years
old. I am in" the seventh grade at
school. I like it fine. I will have to
close, wishing that Mr. Waste Paper
. Basket will not get a hold of my let
, ter. I remain yours truly, Thelma
, Buckley, Callaway, Neb.
Wants to Joia
Dear Happy: I w-ish to join your
Happy club. I am sending 2 cents
to get the button, if you would please
send it to me. I will try to follow
your motto. I am 12 years old and
' I am in the 6th grade. I wish some
one would please write to me. J
would answer them gladly. Well I
will close for this time. Very truly,
Lillian Mossman, Box 3, Mason City,
' Neb. ' -
A Third Grader. .
Dear Happy: I want to join the
Go-Hawk club. I am 8 years
old and in the 3-B grade and my
teacher's name is Miss 'Daugherty.
' I , am sick today with the earache,
but am better today. Will you send
me a outtonr Donald Mordock,
Kearney, Neb.
Firat Letter.
Dear Happy: ,1 received your
badge and I am glad to be a Go
Hawk. I am 9 years old. I go to
school. I am in the third grade. We
had two week's vacation and it is
nearly over. During that time I
went to two parties and had lots of
- tun sliding and playing. Bill Baker,
(slenwoo
WHERE THE LILY'S BEAUTY LIVES.
I Since this it Fatter Sunday I will retell for you one of the many lovely
, Tatter legendt. I onj, long ago in far distant land there lived a peaiant
J named Ivan, and hit young iirphew, Yatity. Both the hair and beard of
, Iv.n were matted and long and he wa unpleasant to look upon, while
' Vatily wa a tine little fellow and would have been good looking only that
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uhwe uiu nvi -nmmn nun, mum ins nair nor icain mm anyining. i lie
tiny hut in which they made thrhr home wat full of holes, through which
the snow drifted and the winter windt blew tharp and cold. What little
furniture they had wat broken and old and du.tjr and their floor wat never
wept.
Some of you may think you would not stay in such a hcue, that you
would run out c-f doort, but alas! Even the garden was a tad place, for it
wat full of nonet and wat not a pleasant place for a lonely little boy to
play. When the neighbor! passed the houte during the day they always
looked the other way, for they were afraid of old Ivan.
One Easter morning Ivan rose early and went out and stood before
the door of hit hut. The trees were budding, the birdt were tinging and
even the tun teemed to thine brightly on the old hut. Ivan taw a young
man coming down from the hills beaing in hit arm a sheaf of lilies.
"Christ it risen!" he cried at he approached Ivan.
"He it risen indeed." Ivan spoke gloomily.
The stranger took a lily from his sheaf and banded it to Ivan. "Keep
it white," he laid at he passed.
Ivan looked at the beauty of the flower and peace stole over him.
He called Vasily and told him to hold the lily. Then he found an
empty bottle, which he filled with clean water from the nearby brook. He
placed the lily in it on the table. When he looked at Vasily and saw how
dirty were the lad't hands, he thought: "When I leave the room be may
touch the flower and soil it." So he took Vasily and washed dim and
combed his j.ellow hair, and the boy teemed to bloom like the lily itself.
Ivan gazed at him much surprised, and from that time he took better care
of the boy. and even washed himself and combed hit own hair and heard.
Then he cleaned his hut and mended the holes and furniture and cleared
away the stones and weeds in his garden, where he sowed flower, seeds
and vegetables.
When the neighbors saw the change they stopped to talk with him,
at they had never done before, and they gave little Vasily giftt of clothes
and toys. For seven days the lily blossomed and was fragrant, and on
the eighth day Ivan and Vasily awakened to find that it was gone. They
searched everywhere, but could not find it.
Ivan and Vasily continued to work in their garden, to visit witlv their
neighbors, and they were very happy. When the long winter nights cam
Ivan read about the lilies of the field that toil not, neither do they spin, yet
Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.
When Easter morning came again both Ivan and Vasily were up early
and out before their hut. As the golden sunshine crept over the hills they
saw the young man coming, and this time his arms were full of crimson
roses.
"Christ is risen," he said softly as he stood before them.
"He is risen indeed." replied Ivan and Vasily joyously.
"How beautiful is thy lily," said the stranger.
. "Alas," replied Ivan, "it is vanished away, we know not whither."
"Its beauty lives in thy heart,' was the reply,
"and it can never die." Taking from his spray a .
crimson rose, he handed it to Vasily, saying, "Keep f - a-a-a
it fresh," but it was at Ivan that he smiled as he T tMlVH
passed on. O
ctookT
BOOK,
Hello, Happy Easter to all of you!
Today we are having Uncle Bob and
Aunt Margaret and Cousins Billy
and Peggy here to dinner. I have to
fix the salad for mother and this is
what I am going to have. It is all
ready except to put on the plates,
which I have standing in a pile in
the bottom of the ice box, so they
will be nice and cold.
Eatter Salad.
Cut pimentos in lengthwise strips;
shape in the form of a nest on a bed
of lettuce leaves. Make eggs about
the size of a walnut out of cream
cheese and place three in each nest
Serve with French dressing.
POLLY.
Why- Wt Ought to Save.
We ought to save because there
arc very many poor children in Bel
gium. They have nothing to cat:
Many of the mare dying of hunger.
They are dressed in rags. They
have no stockings and shoes on their
feet. Their country is ruined. As
in Belgium so likewise in many other
countries there arc grown people
and children by the hundreds and
thousands in great distress. They
also look to our country for help.
If ever there was a timet in which
one ought to save in order that we
help the needy it is the present time
while we can't save much because
we don't earn much.- Every , little
bit helps. Whatever we may be able
to save we should gladly give for
the benefit of our fellowmen Helena
Kiesow, age 12, Republican City,
Neb: .
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When is a pie like a noted Engli)
port?. . .
Answer When it is Browning.
What is that which you cannot
hold for.. 10 minutes although it. is
light as a feather?
Answer Your breath. . ,
The Unfortunate Woodpecker. .
Monday evening , as John and
Harry were going home from school
John saw a little red-headed wood
pecker. , It had a broken wing and
could not fly. John said "Let's kill
it. It is of no use when it cannot
fly."
"How shall we do it,"- aasked
Harry. ", ,
"We can drown it," was the reply.
Harry started to help John drown
it when he happened to look at his
button. ,"Oh, I hadn't better help
drown the bird because if I did I
would not be obeying the rules of
the Go-Hawk club. We can take
it home and feed and care for it un
til it can fly."
"John agreed with him so they
took it home. On the way Harry
told John all about the Go-Hawk
club he. belonged to. John wanted
to join so that evening they sent for
John's Go-Hawk button. After he
received his button he never harmed
but helped the birds. Irene Grimes,
age 10, Woodbine, la.
Weather.
Happyland Easter eggs will rain
all week '
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By EMILIE BLACKMORE STAPP and ELEANOR CAMERON.
Last Sunday you read how two
little children wandered all over the
Happy rorext looking for the flow
ers thev knew ought to be in bloom
Mirt April felt very tad that her
Rainbow Fainct and the Sunbeams
had not done the work that thev
thould do to help make the world
more beautiful tit spring. ou will
trad today what Mother Nature and
Father Time say to her when she
complained to them. Our April play
it called
"THE COMING OF J ELF."
(Continued from last Sunday.)
(April steps from behind the tree
trunk to watch the two drooping
'figures until they pass from sight.)
APRIL
(Shaking her head drearily.)
Th wood bewltrhd Tht Irtif!
(Speaking more 'passionately.)
tt'l Jutt too bad
That l(lth hraru ran niak blf world
aad.
Ill rnld In here and dark and dlamal,
too.
I wondar I lhir omolhtnr I ran do?
t ram on llin anil did lha brat I rould
But tiler" la not a (lower In (Ola wood.
(The wind wails again.)'
If that old try wind were not about
I know that I could coax my bloaaoma
nut.
(Just here the north wind runs
violently across the foreground.
April shivers and presses closely to
the tree trunk, while the flowers
crouch lower, pulling their wrappings
more tightly about them. 1 he wind
ceases and April stands lost in
thought.)
APRIL.
(Moving forward toward the hid
den flowers.)
If I rould only warm a ltttl plan
I know aom tiny flower would auotr lta
tare.
(She goes to several of the little
heaps, and bends over them lovingly,
caressingly covering them with her
cloak and passing her hands over
their heads. Soon one or two begin
to stir and at last a larger one slow
ly raises itself. April bends closer,
smiling with delight, but just then
the north wind roars past and the
waking flowers hurriedly creep back
into their former positions. April
looks up helplessly, then seats her
self on a near-by log to cover her
face with her hands and sob broken
heartedly. She does not even raise
her head when footsteps are heard,
hut continues weeping as Fatlicr
Time and Mother Nature come on
the scene.)
FATHER TIME.
Tsh My! How dark th forest fa today!
See tlior"! (Polnta) Foor April weepa
her heart away.
3ho has a aad, sad tout . that nothlnr
rheerff,
For poor rhlld She la always drowned
In team. .
MOTHER NATURE.
(Decidedly.)
Ko. April does not have so sad ft heart
As men believe. I've aaen the laughter
start
To bubble up before a tear-drop dries
And smiles and tears both shining- In her
ye.
Child, something1 aad has happened. Tell
me. denr.
Tell me. why la It you alt weeping: here?
APRIL.
: (Lifting her head and , speaking
with a despairing gesture.) '
Just took around yon, mother! Sea my
wood.
Tou know that I have don tha best I
could!
It's almost May and atlll the trees are
bar
And not a flower has blossomed any
whim The children ifrleve the whole big- world
grlevrs. too
Who would not ween (falterlngly) and
. weop and weep Boo-llool
(Mother Nature pats April's shoul
der consolingly and looks puzzled.)
FATHER TIME.
(In a quavering voice of sympa
thy.) !
The child Is right. This - place just
wrings my heart.
(Fulls an enormous red handker
chief from a pocket in his coat.)
If. she keeps crying I shall have to
tart.
(He wipes his eyes with elaborate
ceremony.)
MOTHER NATURE.
Still more puzzled.)
But, child, I've seen you . working all
about;
What keeps your Buttercups from com
ing OU17
APRIL,
(With a fresh burst of grief, as
she points to the woodland about
them.) ' ,
See for yourself! With all my work and
care,
Not even one In bloom. They do not
"MOTHER NATURE.
(With astonishment.")
Dare? Why, the flowers all blossom ev
ery year!
Whatever would they be afraid of, dear?
APRIL.
(Sobbingly.)
When I warm up a tiny patch of ground
For them, that old North Wind comes
roaring round
And they creep back Tou would, too, In
their place
There he comen now! Quick! Let me
hide my face!
(She cowers back behind the tree
trunk as the North Wind rushes
madly through the Forest.)
MOTHER NATURE. '
(In greater bewilderment.)
But, April, dear, the North Wind should
be gone.
Just call your sunbeams. They will
drive him on
To lands of Ice and snow. He will not
care:
The haunts
there-
he loves the very best are
APRIL.
But, Mother,
an the Sunbeam Fairies
shirk
(Gestures about
There'a not a ray of sun to help me
work.
That's why these woods are bar and
chill, you know.
And North Wind rages where he wanla
' 'MOTHER NATURE.
(With still greater perplexity.')
But you brought Sunbeams and the rain-
drnpe. too:
Why ar.they not alt her at work with
you?
APRIL.
(With a fresh outburst of weeping.)
anon
JUnh was sane, 1 gladly
i am.
And atny P'tiilieem
bruuiiht hi tiny
nam
Ot "Mow light ts brlshlrn
ouJ Ilk
tho"
And msk ih new leaves dam out
tha Item
MOTHER X ATI RE.
(Interrupting impatiently.)
Of cnur. tny rhlitl, thai hiifs try
year
But m. quickly, why they ar not
here.
APRIL.
(Resuming lur tale but slopping at
limes to cluck her grief.)
My Ttalnhnw Kalrles all ram back
l4oo. Knot
To ak Ilia hutlan'upa t am blu!
Aud hn that cruel Nurih Wind tvae
not aofi
My Hunbrame want to niak him hurry
on. .
Bui, moihiT, dear, ha coaicd Ihi'rn out
to play
At hidr-and-aeek, and I hi re Ihi-y ar
all day
In ih Inlght M'aiiow, lill n lu.
And not on coin back to work lor
me.
MOTHER NATURE.
(In an unbelieving tone.)
Bui. April, how could suih a thing b
true?
What rould that
trrst. rouah. bluaierina
fellow do -
At piayins hlde-and-sok?
la this
JekeT
Think of that aword of l e beneath
cloak.
(Continued Next Sunday.)
his
Will Be Kind.
Dear Happy: I received mv Go
Hawk pin, and I wish to thank you
for it. I wear it pinned on my
sweater. 1 will try to be kind to
liiiiib animals. I have a brother 1.1
years old and wc play together. . For i
pets I have a rat and mv brother has
a dog. 1 am 10 years old and in the I
fourth grade. I will try to writc a :
story next time. Richard Buhman, 1
Aged 10, Leigh, Neb. I
Titter Tatter Saves the Day.
Eggs were most expensive. The
high cost of living had even reached
the Tccnic Weenie village under the
rose bush, and it looked as though
the little people would have an egg
lcss Easter.
"It won't seem a .bit like Easier
without an egg," said the Lady of
Fashion, as the little folks sat about
the luncheon table one day discuss
ing the matter.
"Well, I've visited every hen in the
neighborhood, and they ask such ter
rible high" prices I don't see how
wc can afford an egg," said the Gen
eral. ''Why the lowest price I could
get was 60 grains of com or 85
grains of wheat." '
"What!" exclaimed Grandpa, look
ing terribly shocked. "Sixty grams
of corn! Land sakes! What in the
name of jumping beans arc those
hens talking ahotit? Have they gone
crazy? I could get all the eggs I
wanted -when I was a young fellow
for five Brains of corn apiece and
the old hens would deliver them,
too; they d come right over to the
house and lay the eggs any place you
wanted them. My word, what are
we cormn tor
Have you tried Mother Bunch?
asked the Doctor.
'Yes. I have," answered the Gen
eral. "But she's sittin' on a nest of
eggs expects to have a brood of
young chickens next week."
"Don't you think we could afford
60 grains of corn?" asked the Lady
of Fashion, looking sweetly at the
General.
"No. we caii't," answered the Gen
eral; "The Cook and I have gone
over the grain in the store room, and
we haven't a grain more than we'll
As
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To Dry an Umbrella, i
When we come in out if the rain !
urn vo (unit hi nn vt i"C mini
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lug
ward, in a itirruu of air. wltiih will;
uu'Uy dry the aitk coer; but at
the 4ine time we iuui be curiull
m select a pot where the dripping
u.itir ran iln im Intnl. If we lilace
l.r-ll. i.. tl...l unl.nnl
sn m" v it mtj - a
drying it. the water will in turn rtit
the rib and rut the cover at the end
of the aliik. We imixt alwav re
member never to roll up uur um
brella when it is at all damp, other
wic it will very mhmi cut and wear
nut. Hook of Kim If lite.
Little Betty.
Once upon a time a little girt
whoe name wat Kelly atd:
"Mother may I go out aud get
enough money for a dinner?" Yes,
my dear." When little Betty came
home her mother wat dead. What
was she to do? She went to Dr.
Urown. He sent for the undertaker
cud she was buried. Dr. It row n felt
orry for little Hetty to he took her
home with him. He had no little
pin so she stayed with him. One
day she saw another hitle gill. She
l.ad ragged cloihrt on. Hettv .a!d.
"Child why arc you crying?" i have
no home, not even a mother or fa
ther." said Ruth, that wat the girl's
name. "Come with tne." She went
nlo the house and she lived with Dr.
Itrown and nettv. Mildred Mann,
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Anollicr Way to Be
a Good Go-1 lawk
On Kater a good Go-Hawk
docs not pout or act unpleasant
because he does not have'a new
suit to wear to church. A good
stpiaw is not disappointed be
iaue she hasn't a new bat or
dress. They both know the only
way to be happy is to make some
body else so, and they lupk
siround even harder to find some
kind deeds to do. Easter day is
a day of great rejoicing, so let us
all make it so.
need before we can get another sup
ply." The Tccnic Weenies were all most
mournful over the outlook for an
cggless F.aster, and even Tilly Titter,
the Lnghsli sparrow, noticeu some
thing was wrong when she flew
down in front of the shoe house that
afternoon.
"What's catin' .all you folks?" she
asked as she looked about at the dis
appointed Tccnic Weenies. "You
all 'avc faces as long as a 'orse. Any
one sick?
The General told the bird how
they were unable to have their usual
egg lor taster, and the bird shocked
every one by laughing at the top of I
her shrill voice.
"Bless your little 'arts," laughed
the bird. "I'll sec you get heggs fori
Lastcr and it wont cost you a shill-l
ing."
How, .fill? How can you get!
them? asked the little people.
"Why, I'll lay 'cm. Hits four daysj
to Easter and I'll lay three of the I
freshest eggs you ever tasted before!
that; . .
Tilly kept her word, and Easter
morning the Tcenie Weenie men re
moved three lovely eggs from her
nest and carried them to a quiet
nook under some bushes where they
were prepared for roasting.
A big fire was built, and when a
great bed of hot ashes had been
burned the Turk bored a hole in
each of the eggs with a. tiny drill.
"That hole in the eggs is to let the
steam out when they're cooking, so
they won't blow up," the Turk told
the curious Tcenie Weenies who
gathered about him.
The tiny eggs were shoved into
the fire and covered with hot ashes.
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,.w no on mm Tii rn-iii. home, before whiih mood a phyii
u.i. 1... 1..1 M.U1.1 lein' lure and buggy. 'Inry
"(iiiri. that's alHiut all wc need to
know any bow." taid the tlnrf at
thry started home "You cr. Ram-in-the
l'aie is only abmil half dead,
so we wouldn't wear crepe, hut if we
can find a vi-let thing we'll cut that
up and put imnd ( it on our caps
and aims and ttand in front of their
houc and mourn for a while. We
tan walk up and down two r mree
time, and Mr. llrottn'll ec n aniS
know we're in hall iiioiimin' for our
warrior."
"Oh. Jaek! Jack!" interrupted
Whispering Leave, in her enthusi
asm forifijling" to u'e his title as
chief; "Aunt Sallie has a vi-let tea
jacket, aud it'd be perfee'ly atyhsh
for half niournin', you know, and
she's out to a party and I'll run
home and get it he won't care
V.itie it's for a worthy charity and
I heard her tell father that she
longed to help all worthy c.'i.irilie
and she wanted to teach us to do so."
There was silence for a minute.
"It's all silk and don't you think
it'll he good 'notigh?" urged the
child. , ,
"Yes," the chief answered slowly,
"but I was thinkin' what'll Aunt
Sallie sayr"
"I know," she replied, "but we
can't waste time thinkin' 'bout that,
'cause Rain-in-the-Face might get
clear dead by mornin' an' auntie
where they cooked for some time,
and when they were taken out and
the shells removed they were cooked
to a turn.
The Teenie Weenie women spread
a big tablecloth on a mossy hill near
by and, with plenty of sandwiches,
cocoa and the eggs the little folks
had a wonderful picnic.
Tilly was not forgotten, for the
Cook brought over six loaves of
Teenie Weenie bread, and the grate
ful bird was so pleased she cried.
In the afternoon the Tcenie Wee-
me men played ball, while the little
ladies' hunted wild flowers, and every
one had a lovclv Easter.
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llici-c practical aigumentt settled
the nuitrr and in another half hour
the ilk Ua iaikrt wat rut into
riiipt and adorned the thildren't
imi. wnne a nana wnn a now .
! uiarehed sedately up and down the
walk, not a tmile iroomg thetr
face, and then they seated litem
Mive in an even tow acrost tna
lawn. It was here lhat the physician .
found them when thortly after he
left the house.
"What are you doing here, young
sters?" he asked.
"We're half mournin' for Rain-In-.
the-Faec, that's Donald, you know,'',;
explained the chief. ,
"You had better run home now,",
answered the physician, "for Donald
is a very sick little boy." .
"Little Smoke would like to have,
us sing 'John Brown's Body Lies'
a-Mouldcrin' in the Grave' as we
inn'U nvL-av fin vmt lliillt.- that'f
make Donald die happy?" asked the
chief, with an earnest desire to leave '
nothing undone. "He always liked
that song," he concluded.
"Donald is too siek to hear. You
must go home and 1 will watch you
until you reach .the corner, the
physician replied, suspecting this to
be at least a part of the tribe or Go'
Hawks and not .knowing what next
their whinisicat noddles might con
trive. !:
Sitting Bull rose slowly, the rest:
reluctantly following, and soon the
band of "half mourners" had round-'
cd the corner.
Copyright. 1IB.
(To He) nnlliiiiml.)
TINYTAD
0
Gordon is the youngest of four
children and has just passed hit
fourth birthday. Recently at dinner
lu's father and mother were discuss
ing the question of grvng downtown
and how many of the children to take
with them. After listening- intently
for a few' minutes Gordon made this'
suggestion : '
"I tell you, let's all go 'ccpt Dor
othy and Clarence and Ruth."
During the war Gerald and his "
little sister added to their prayers a
request for the safe return of their
uncle from France. At last Uncle
Mark returned safe and sound and
about the same5 time twin brothers
arrived at Gerald's house. A few
nights later the little lad said to hit"
mother:
"What am T going to do with Un
cle Mark now? Drop him off? I
have to work in those twins tome
way." -
Rags,' . "
Dear Happy: I am writing a
story about the life of our kitten,
Rags. She was born in a barn three
years ago. One night she was caught
in a rat trap and her little foot froze
and then came off. She is three
legged but quick as lightning. Day
before yesterday she had three little
kittens. Four of them are light
gray, but the third is grey with
black stripes all over him. So I
named hirn Tiger. Well I will
close now for my letter is getting
long. Grace Flint, North Platte, Neb.
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