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Stories of Our
Little Folks
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Tom.
Tom Smiili w j'Hy ilwp 4ii'l
a il,ellc buy. Tom lul one Vfry
1.tl lrl, llul of hurting and tortur
ing .niiiul ami liircU. One iy
'I out lul ntM'lc linliot. "ilaii
itv" he r.llril it. to tli.t afternoon
lie urollrd down to si mall tract of .
l4id covrred Willi Irrri wlmh wa
Hie favorite luunt of ni-ny bird, lie
lal a few pi'lililr in Ins pixket iind
trlcctrd one I'lafiiiK it in tlie lin.
He ainifd at a robin who wa tonr
ing a flood of tune from iu throat.
h "" clungrd from a beautiful
tune to a creech of terror a it flut
tered to the ground. At Tom walked
over to the wounded bird an indig
nant voice caused" him to halt.
"Thomas Smith how could you
have the heart to do such a cruel
thing."
The speaker was a girl of 11 or 12,
who told Tom all about Happyland
and its motto to make the world a
happier place and that hurting birds
and animals is not making it any
happier. .
Tom took the robin home where
it got well in about three weeks.
Tom was glad to see it fly again
nd see his wrong righted.
le joined Happyland and is now
a better boy. Paul Wright, Aged
11. 2777 Chicago Street, Omaha,
Neb. .
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Eva and the Fairy.
Eva had been a very bad girl. She
liad sassed her mother, slapped her
brother and killed some birds. Now
she was pouting about it.
"You need not cry," said her
mother, "it will do you no good.
Now you must go to bed."
Eva went but very unwillingly.
She could not sleep. There was
a noise in the chimney. Eva held
her breath. At that second a fairy
appeared. She said, "I am the
mother of a Go-Hawk. I, have
come to tell yon that it was wrong
r . . . nil... P1nn
xor you to ass jum inviuvi, ?iap
your brother and kill the birds."
"Please forgive me," begged Eva.
"I will forgive you this time,, but
next time I will never forgive you."
Before Eva could say thank you
she had flown up the chimney again.
Olga Kneifel, aged 10, Columbus,
Neb. I
Keeps Our Motto.
" Dear Happy: I have just finished
the Go-Hawks' page and heard how
so many little boys and girls are try
ing to get more Go-Hawks. I will
always try to be kind to animals and
all other things. I am going to
sec my girl friends at school and
it-.- . -" l..k Wa UA a
fiiail a witanh viuit. . v nau a
club but it broke up. The first thing
I look for on the Gp-Hawk page is
"How to be a good Go-Hawk." I
am trying very hard to live up to
Go-Hawk mottos and I am coming
out fine. ' When spring comes my
sister and I are going to plant
flowers in my flower bed. There is
an old stump there and I am going
to -make a bird bath. I am sending
2 cents for a button because I lost my
other one'. Grace Christensen, age
10, Thirty-second and Ave. M,
East Omaha, Neb.
A Helpful Go-Hawk.
., Dear Happy: I like to read your
page in The Bee and I would like
to have one of your badges to wear.
I have one pony, one p'top and four
cats.
- My grandpa once had a chance to
trade a team of horses for 40 acres pf
land where Fort Omaha now is.
That was a long time ago, before
Omaha was very big.
My grandpa wanted the man to
give him $50 to boot, but the man
would not do it, so they didn't trade.
- I am 11 years old and I am going
to help my papa farm this summer.
This is all for this time. Your friend.
Milburn Mundorff,
A New Go-Hawk.
; Dear Happy: I would like to join
your Happy Tribe. I am 11 years
old and I am in the Seventh grade.
I am sending you a 2-cent stamp. I
vpould like to have you send me a
button. I read the stories all the
time. Well, as mv letter is fretting
long. I will close. Yours truly, Ade-
( lyn Zaugg, Yutan, Neb.
A Good Go-Hawk.
Dear Happy: I read your stories
every Sunday and enjoy them very
much. I would like to be a Go-
Hawk. I promise to be kind to birds
and all dumb animals. .1 am sending
a 2-cent stamp and the Go-Hawk
coupon. I hope Mr. Waste Paper
Basket is out callyig. Jeanette
Miller, age 10, Kearney, Neb.
The Fint Grader.
Dear Happy: I am writing s let
ter to your corner. I am in the
iirst grade at school. I like my
teacher. This is mr first letter to
you. I will enclose a 2-cent stamp
for a button. I would like some lit
tie Uo-Hawlc to write to me.
Kathryn Lovell, age 6, Garks, Neb.
Lc .16iro tnn' Book h Almost Finished. '
I.itile Abicail Anu hat written to Happy again about tier "Kind De'4
(look." in whit h he put every Hay the tory of what the it doing to make
the old world happier. "It ha i' of my kind actt already in it," the write.
"And when 1 get up to H, then I ant going: to tend it to you."
That maket only 1 1 more kind deedt to do oh, goody, goody, goody,
dear little Abigail Ann! Then Happy ran read your book and the will love
it very, very much. 1'rrhaps if you are all good Go-Hawk and if Abigail
Ann it willing. Happy will tell you what the find in the little book. It it
alwayt to much more fun to thare the good thingt that come to u, itn't it?
0 Such fine timet at many of you teem to be having thee dayt writing to
each other and through your letters making new 'friends in all partt of the
count) y. Some of you thought for a long time that you could not write to
anyone until your name was printed. Now you are all to glad to learn that
this it not true. Instead, you are welcome each week to pick out in "Happy
land" the namrt of other Go-Hawkt iu any part of the country and yourself
ttart youY exchange of letter.
Those of you w ho are writing letter, are you trying your bent to make
them interesting hy telling about your own city, your own state and the
thing you do? Take pain with your writing, too, became through thete
letter you are trying to make "forever friend," a a little New England boy
ha described them. If your letter are rarelettly written you may be lure
no one w in want to exenange wnn you very long.
I wonder how many new friend this year will
fmd for you Edith,Kos'ie, Peter, Molly, John, Anita,
Xfary, Sidney and alt the rest of the Go-Hawk,
wlio.se loving letters are bringing such joy to your
bTiail of thHawksMl
KY.VOI'Klri.
Til. is-IlawU. Jolly crowd of bnj-.
who play Indian, . nk the twin., Fru.
riVnr and fatlrnrt, la Join Ihrlr Tribe,
Two of the meeting bring aorrow to III.
girl., but dull' wedding and a clrru.
make them glad they are l.o-lluk. la
fortunately, the rlrru end In an a
eldent Int Donald, the rlown, otberwlae
known aa Ralu-ln-ttie-Fare. Ill lllne
bring Hadnea to the ,o-Hawk. and one
of the twin borrow Aunt faille's violet
llk tra Jneket, whlrh they cut Into atrip,
and the lio-Hawka, each wearing a bit of
thla "half mourning." neat tnemaelvea In
a row before Donalil' home. When the
dortor ronie out they olemnly ak for
rhrlr playmate, and he tell them Outlaid
I III and they belter go home.
NOW UO ON WITH THE STURT.
CHAPTER IX.
Prepared for the Worst. . .
"I wish we could a-sung 'John
Brown's Body Lies a-Moulderin',"
said Little Smoke as the band - of
"half mourners", filed into the barn
and began removing their badges of
sorrow.
"It'd the word 'grave' in it, so
seems like it'd have been most 'pro
priate," answered Sitting Bull, "and
too, long as Rain-in-the-Face likes
it so well as he does."
I "What're we goin'1 to do with these
things?" asked Piggy, holding up
strips of violet silk.
"We'd better hide 'em 'way to
save 'em for some other mournin'
time: A man never . knows when
he'll need such things," responded
Sitting Bull, looking round at the
group of sober-faced children. "Any
cf us may have an accident and we
ought to be prepared. I only wish
we'd some black, so when" Rain-in-the-Face
is dead we'd be ready."
The squaws exchanged meaning
glances that Lodded ill for Aunt Sal
lie's black silk petticoat.
"My Aunt Sallie had a black pet
ticoat, butshe loves it so much that
she wears it 'most all the time," said
one.
"And our Sunday school teacher
told Susie last Sunday that she
mustn't think so much about things
to wear but more 'bout being good.
P'rhaps it's that way with auntie,
and if she didn't have that petticoat
sh'd think more 'bout being good,"
add the other. .
- "My Sunday school teacher says
we ought to help ev'ry one to be
good as he can," remarked Spotted
Wolf. v -
The chief of the Go-Hawks was
much impressed by the success which
had attended the efforts of the tribe
all the afternoon and it now seemed
really necessary to be prepared with
something black in case the worst
should befall their injured . brave.
"P'rhaps it's our : duty," he said,
slowly yielding to temptation.
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And see how Peter almost flew.
Complete the picture by drawing a line through the dot, be.inninc with one
and taking them numerically. a "
"I don't think we'd better ask for
it," warned Piggy, whose broad ex
perience with having requests re
fused made him now struggle to ob
tain his wishes by some other method
more certain of results.
"I think we'd better just t'prise
her," suggested Whispering Leaves.
"She'll most likely wear her white
ess tonight, for it's so hot, and
when we squaws have gone to bed
and auntie has gone downstairs then
we'll go to her room, take the pet
ticoat and throw it out of the win
dow and you Indians can slip into
the yard and get it and hide it over
here with the half mournin' bands."
Thenraves nodded a vigorous ap
proval. They were in favor of( any
plan suggestive of the warpath.
"You Indians must be in Broken
Arrajy Town by dusk," directed Sit
ting Bull. "Bring your bows and
arrows, 'cause it may be a bloody
night's work. . The palefaces may
fight. Remember it's in a worthy
cause. It may help Aunt Sallie be a
better lady, and we may need that
black stuff tomorrow to mourn for
Rain-in-theFace." '
The mention of Donald caused the
little ones to scatter more soberly to
their homes than was their wont.
The twins, however, talked briskly
all the way home. In their childish
way the attempt had been very real
and sincere to express their sorrow
over a playmate's danger.
"I thought," said Prudence, with
pride in her voice, "that we looked
perfee'ly stylish as we marched .down
the street, most as stylish as if -it
had been a really truly fun'ral."
"I wonder if Donald saw us,"
mused Patience. ...
"I hope so, 'cause it'd please him
and oh, Pat, how grand it'll be to
have the Indians stealin' up tonight.
We can watch for them an' sit in
the window and shiver. OhI I hope
father an' auntie won't hear them
and go out 'cause they might get
killed." .
(Copyright, 1921.)
To Be Continued.
My Drearn. ;
Dear Happy: Once I dreamed that
I was . in Santa's palace. There were
lots of children there. Santa called
out, "You come here." I went upon
his throne. I could see many chil
dren from many lands." A little girl
received a ring, -many boys got
rocking horses. Some girls got
dolls. I received a sled. I awoke
and found the sun peeping in my
window. Lawrence i Knutzen.
By EMILIE BLACKMORE STAPP and ELEANOR CAMERON.
Two little friend went to the Hap
py l-'orett one April day iu search of
flower. Spring wa late because
Mitt April hid not the help the need
ed to wakm the forest to life. Jelf,
the Love Elf, comet to her recue.
Today Mother Nature, Father Time
and the Moon Man all lend a hand.
Our April play in the Fairy Grotto
it called:
"THE COMING OF JELF.
(Continued from Last Sunday.)
APRIL
Rut h-h I aa gentle at Ih.lr game
Oh. I know ha will put out ever flama!
He hide hlniMlf, and auddenly appaere
To blow their hair and whl.per In thtlr
ear
AriH to., th.tr aklrtt a bit and whirl
th.m round:
Th.y think him tht BEST playmate. vr
found.
To tee him playing with them th.re
MOTHER NATURE.
(Attounded.)
Dear me!
APRIL.
Tou'd n.v.r gueaa how cruel he can eel
My Sunbeam grow mora aelflah (vary
day! '
Now all they want la juat to play (eobe)
play (.ob.) play.
(She again buries her face in her
hands while Mother Nature looks at
Father Time and gravely shakes her
head.)
FATHER TIME.
(With a sad shake of his head.)
Sad, my dear, aad, to find the thing
are o;
How ran we help her, I ahould Ilk to
. know 1
(Looks appealingly at Mother Na
ture.) Tou MUST do (omethlng, I have awful
fear
Poor April will aoon drown b.r.elf la
tear!
(They both seat. themselves on a
great log. Father Time scratches
his head soberly, while Mother Na
ture grasps her forehead with both
hands and thinks laboriously. ' April
goes on with her weeping.)
MOTHER NATURE.
(Springing up enthusiastically.)
"When I aiueeze my poor head aa hard
a thla,
A bright Idea pop out.
(She goes to April and lays her
hand on her shoulder.)
(Turning to Father Time.)
Now cheer up, Mlaal "We'll counael with
the Old Man In the Moon
And all your troubiea will be ended aooa.
FATHER TIME.
(Nodding his head in great relief,
claps his hands slowly three times,
then solemnly waves the top of his
scythe to and fro while he counts
seven, then recites in a deep-'slow
voice as he looks up into the sky.)
Now, Father, get him here and quickly,
too
For he will know exactly what to do.
Moon Man, Moon Man, In the aky
Come down from your place on high,
"We have beapa of trouble, Tou-oo-oo!
(Stretching hand to sky.)
Com and tell ua what to do.
(There is a period of silent wait
ing and the sound of slow, heavy,
clumping steps, and the old bent
Moon Man appears, dressed in long,
gray cloak and carrying a lantern
lighted.)
MOON MAN.
(In a loud, hoarse voice.)
Oh, I am the Man In the Moon,
So you will learn one thing quit toon!
He' not made of green cheeae, "
But the Old Moon Man aeea
, All that goea on
' Tea, even at noonl -From
my round houae up there in the
.kin.
I've watched with my great-allver eye
The thing that went on Jn th centuriea
. gone.
And that Is the reason
I'm wie. I'm wlel
(Turns to the waiting group.)
Good-day to you! (Turn to April) Sweet
April, do not cry,
I've een your troubiea from my place
on high,
T cannot weep, because my heart I cold,
But I can help, for I am wie and old.
I've learned from watching" both the bad
and good
The world MUST.be kept going aa It
ahould
And aomehow and before so very !ong
This wood must smile with bloom and
ring with aong.
MOTHER NATURE.
(Coming forward eagerly.)
Dear Moon Man, "you are always audi a
1 friend,
Now you are here, our trouble' sure to
end.
FATHER TIME.'
(With eagerness.) v'v
They y that you are wise; If that is
true
Why hustle up and tell ua what to do. -
. MOON MAN.
' (Ponderously.)
I've been up there (polnta to the aky) on
watch so :ong
I've learned to know why thlnga go
wrong.
Of dll our woea, the greater part
Are caused by some one's selfish heart.
One selfish heart It's just too bad
Can sometimes make a whole world aad.
(Turns to smile kindly at April.)
Now, April, that's what troubiea you.
And I will tell you what to do.
(Turns to others and goes on
speaking.)
When hearts grow selfish, people shirk.
They do not care to do their -work;
But much prefer to live In ease
And do exactly as they please.
So when you start about to win
Such aelflah folks, you must begin
Where all such work must have Ita start.
(More solemnly and slowly.)
Find waya to warm a selfish heart
I really cannot help you there.
For, yon know, scholars all declare
My heart holda neither heat nor liaht.
And that la just exactly right.
My heart Is dead, aa It appeare.
And has been so a thousand years.
I would have died, too, long ago
Of grief, if one thing-were not so.
My heart la cold, but there, above.
Lived Jelf, the little Elf of Love.
And when he heard me moan and acold.
Because my heart was always cold.
He crept within it. In a thrice
He melted all that ancient Ice, "
And I am happy, for. you aee.
The Elf of iVove atill Uvea with m.
(He pats his heart appreciatively.)
MOTHER NATURE.
T am to clad, no, irUd for yon'
But you can't help what will do?
t
MOON' MAN'.
(Reassuringly.)
t ram la loan yew mile Jelf.
The dearet thing I hate tnyaflf,
Without him I .ball rhlll. and th.
My heart will turn la s.iii.
And I hll mourn hi in d.v and night.
Hut he raa, al your troubiea right,
And ha ran do It, aever fear,
Anio 1 brought him. II ta here.
(lie ' pulls aide hit cloak and
thowi Jelf, dressed in a gojdrn co.
tunic. He tkipt forward happily,
waving hit hand, in which it the
hilling little wand of Love.)
jF.r.F. '
Oh. T am Inn Jelf.
Th hapt.y Utile Klf.
I cam down lo th world from far above.
No soul loo aad or old.
No heart too hard or cold.
For ma to warm It with my power of love.
I wave my wand and all the world gross
bright.
And Hate la gone, and Wrong I turned
lo right.
(He waves hit wand and the
crouching flowers ttir a little.)
April.
(Hurrying forward, beside herself
with joy.)
Oh, Oh, how tovelyt
He ha brought ua Jelf!
(Turning to Jelf to say earnestly)
Th forest aurely need you, little Elf.
FATHER TIME.
M Incredulously.)
Hoar ran he coax back all those un
seam. T Say I
The Dunce Leaves Home.
There was no use denying the
fact the Dunce was just as bad as
he could be. It might have been the
spring weather which caused all his
naughtiness, but it is more likely it
was caused by a letter the Teenic
Weenies received. - "
A few weeks ago a little girl wrote
to them and said she felt sorry for
the Dunce. "I think I could help
him to be a good boy. don't you?"
she wrote. "If the Dunce would
come and live with me I would makt,
a good boy out of him. Please lei
him come."
After this letter had been opened
and read by the Teenie Weenies tht
Dunce was so stuck up there was no
living with him, He got into all
sorts of trouble. One morning hi
dropped the head of a match down
the spout of the old teapot which
served the Chinaman as a chimney
for his laundry, and when it landed
in the fire it exploded, blowing the
lids off the tiny stove and scaring
the poor Chinaman nearly out of a
year's growth. i
The Dunce ran away several times
when he should have been helping
with the work all Teenie Weenies
have to do, and the General sent him
to bed once without a bite of supper,
but it did not seem to do a bit of
good. ' a,
"If you'd ask me," growled Grand
pa one evening after the Dunce had
put salt in his malted milk, "I'd sav
he needs a Rood tannin". If I had
my way I'd take him out in the
woodshed and I'd get a good stout
blade of grass and I'd give him a
MOON MAN'.
(Conhdcnlly.)
A loving heart ran laa find
( I litre Sun Fairirt ttart lo run
through the wood, but, ratching
tight of Jelf, atop to look at hint
ruriouthr. Seeing this, he tmilrt,
wavet hit wand iu their direction
and tkipt over to talk to them,)
tt'eallaued Ne.l bead).)
Dear Happy: I wih to become
a mrinl.tr of the Happy liibr, I
will be kind to all dumb animal. I
am (ending you a 2-cent ttamp. I
have a pet rat and hit name it Nig.
I have a feeding pan for the bird
and 1 put crumb in the pan every
Hay. I wish to receive my button.
My letter it getting long, to I will
clone. Mary Jane Burke, aged 8,
Atlantic, la.
POLUY
COOKTfS
BOOK.'
Here is the way Cousin Louise
cooks pork chopt, and I have tried
them several timet and Peter says
tlrey are "bully."
pork cuors.
Wipe with a damp, cloth and then
dip pork chopt in flour mixed with
fair and pepper. Fry in bacon fat
or a little lard until slightly brown.
Add half a cup of water to your
skillet. .Cover and let steam very
slowly for one hour. If your pan
seems to be getting dry you may
have to add a little more water.
POLLY.
DOMUV
good lickin'." '
"Why, grandfather!" exclaimed
the Lady of Fashion, "the Dunce
isn't a bad boy. He's just full of
fun and he really doesn't mean to be
naughty."
"Well, if you call puttiu' salt in
malted milk and stealin' half a thim
bleful of fried cakes fun, then I
haven't got a sense of humor."
growled the old gentleman, glaring
over the top of his tny spectacles.
"Heirealiy uidn't take half a thim
bleful of fried cakes, said the Cook.
"There was only about a dozen and
a half in the thimble."
""Land sakesl' gasped Grandpa,
looking shocked. "A dozen and a
halfl That's enough to make a
strong man sick. Did he have the
stomachache?"
"No," laughed the cook. "I sup
pose he gave most of them away."
The very next morning the Dunce
caught an ant and turned it loose
in Box Hall, where the Guff sisters
lived, scaring the four little women
belt out of their wits. Miss Guff re
ported the matter at once to the
general, and the head of the Teenie
Weenies had the policeman bring the
Dunce to the shoe house.
"Now, Dunce," said the general,
when the Dunce stood before jiiui,
A Happy Boy.
Once upon a time there wa a lit
tie boy; hit name wa Donald. He
was very poor boy. He and hit
mother lived alone in the country.
There wa a rich boy who lived clote
by. The rith loy' name wa Jack.
Donald and Jack were good friend.
One day Jitk came over to Don
ald's liou.e and taid. "See what I
have," and he pointed to a khitiimi
lull Ion on his tie. Donald Mid,
What's that for?" Jak told him
it wat-a badge for the (io H.mk
tribe. The next day Donald tent
for a button and wrote a story. He
got hit button and a prize fr the
tiory. He wrote many other ttorlrt
after that and got a prize for every
one. I would like for tome of the
Go-Hawk to write to me. Dorl
I'arrott, Route 5, Box 2, Red Oak,
la.
Another Way to Be
a (Joocl Go-Hawk
A good tio-Hawk always says
"Please," or "If you please,'
when asking for anything.
"Please pass, the bread, Mary,"
"Father, I should like some more
meat, if you please ;"i'Plcase may
I go to Fred's house, mother?'-'
sound very much better than just
saying, "Pass the bread, Mary,"
"I want some more meat, father,"
and "Can't I go over to Fred's
house, mother?" Courtesy and
politeness can be made a habit
just as easily as discourtesy and
impoliteness.
"do you think you are behaving like
a gentleman?"
"N-N-No, sir," answered the
Dunce.
"Well, I don't think you are either,
and I want vou to understand we
can't stand for this foolishness
bit longer, and unless you turn over
a new leaf and behave yourself you
are going to get into trouble.
"Well, if you all don't like the way
I behave around here I'm going to
go and live with that little girl who
wrote and asked me to come and live
with her," said the Dunce.
i"I belfere that would be a good
thing to do," answered the General.
"She said that she would make a
good boy out of you, and I think
you had better go."
"Ah-alt-all right!" exclaimed the
Dunce. "I'll go and get a few of my
things and leave right away."
The Dunce stamped out of the
room, and, running upstairs, he soon
gathered a few of his clothes into
a bundle. s -
The news quickly spread around
under the rose bush that the Dunce
wai leaving, and when the foolish
fellow stepped out on the front porch
a number of the Teenie Weenies
were gathered about the old shoe.
"Well, good-bye, Dunce," called
the General as the Dunce shuffled
off. "When you feel that you can
behave yourself you will be wel
comed back home."
The Dunce never answered a word,
but walked rapidly away, and tears
gathered in the eyes of some of
the little people, for in spite of his
foolishness, the Dunce wa much
loved by the Teenie Weenies,
(To Be Continued Next Week.)
TINYTAI)
T m : ga t
lilgj' f.tihrr held a uiikil and a
dime in u hand.
"Which would nu rthrr lute, a
nickel or a dime?" he askrd the
little girl.
"I'd rather, have a dollar," v..i
the quick reply.
Jeanne bad braid them l.i'king of
the story. "The Trail of thr Lone
some I'iiic." Finally the taid to her
mother:
"Let's go and cheer up that "lone
some pine!"
Going on a Maple Syrup Trip.
Oh, do get up Jc.mey. dear; it't
almost time to inert the folks,"
limited Hetty Jeuit, who lazily arose
from her while bed.'1
"Whatever did we have this thing
so early or?" asked Jean. Jean put
on her clothe and t-lmly went
downstairs. Thrir uncle had planned
to meet them at the postollicc and
take them to hi sugar farm. Jean
and Betty, James and Dorothy met
at the postollice and they were off.
As quick a the truck rolled into
the sugar plantation the girls were
out exploring the farm. Betty
found a ring, then they went into the
house and prepared dinner. They
wandered about, then got supper.
After supper they made candy.
When the week ended the girls
and boys went home saying that
they had a good time. Martha Had
ley, aged 12, Trumbull, Neb.
Why is a watch like a river?
Answer Because it doesn't run
long without winding.
Why are fixed stars like pens, ink
and paper?
Answer Because they are station
ary (stationery).
Likes School.
Dear Happy: I wish to join the
Go-Hawks. I read the HaDovland
cvery Sunday. , My brother'-w45,ics-'v?,a"
to join me oo-iiawKS, too. I like
to go to school. My teacher's name
is Miss Bdrknian. I am in the
Fourth grade. I am sending you
a 2-cent stamp for a button. I hope
I get my button. Yours truly, George
Kendrick, age 10, Palmer, Neb.
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To Remove Glass Stopper.
When a glass stopper refuses to
come out of a bottle, we must first
give a few regular steady taps down
ward, round the neck of the bottle.
If this method . fails, -we may try
clasping it in our warm hands, or
wrapping the neck round with a rag
dipped in hot water. One of these
methods will generally release the
most stubborn stopper. Book of
Knowledge.
Keeps Our Motto.
Dear Happy: I want to become a
member of the Happy Tribe. I am
10 years old, and in the fifth grade.
1 read your page every Sunday and
enjoy it very. much. I will try td
keep up the motto. I wish some of
the members would please write to
me. ; I must close as my letter is get
ting long. Yours truly, Mabel Sum
mers, 622 Ross Avenue, Hastings,
Neb,' . . , . -
Wants to Join.
Dear Happy: I want to join the
Happy Tribe. I read the paper just
about every .Sunday. I am in the
fifth grade at school. I have three
teachers, Miss Milton is my main
teacher. Please send me my button
and I will try to be a good Go- .
Hawk. I would like to have some of
the children write to ine. Luella "
Ilashbcrger, age 10, Schuyler, Neb. '
V ' A Kind Girl.
Dear. Happy: This is the first time
I ever wrote to you. I promise to
do something for some one every day.
And I know. 1 will be kind and will
protect all birds and animals that I
can. I have a little dog named Jack.
I will send a 2-cent stamp so that I
may have mv button. Orlette Dru
sil!a,,age 8, Fremont, Neb.
First Letter.
Dear Happy: I read the naoer Sun
day and thought that I would like to
join the "Go-Hawks." I am sending
a 2-cent stamp and coupon. Please
send me a badge. I am 13 years and
in the eighth grade. Mv birthday is
February 23, I hope some on will
write to me. Glen Fleischman, Man
Icy, Neb.
Coupon for
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Every boy and girl reader of
this paper who wishes to join
the Go - Hawks
whicT James
Whitcomb Riley
was 1 the First
Big Chief, can
secure his official
button bv send
ing a 2-ccjjt stamp with your
name, age and address with this
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MOTTO
"To Make the World a Hap
pier Place."
PLEDGE
"I promise to help someone
every day. I will try to protect
the birds and all dumb animal."
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