Verhovayak Lapja, 1943. január-június (26. évfolyam, 1-25. szám)
1943-06-24 / 25. szám
l äge 8. Verhovayak Lapja. June 24, 1943j| Beth sang softly to her doll. It was a sawdust doll and Beth called her Sally. She had lovely brown curls and brown eyes. Beth noticed her eyes were closed in sleep. Gently she laid her in the doll crib. “Sleep tight!” Beth whispered. Then she left the room and closed the door softly. But Sally wasn’t asleep at all. Beth had no sooner left when she flung her eyes wide open and climbed from her crib. She opened the door softly and peeped out. No one was in sight. She made her way outdoors. The sun shone warmly. Sawdust Sally gathered some flowers. “What are you doing outdoors all alone?” the hollyhocks asked the doll. “I’m tired taking naps. It is such a lovely afternoon. I would rather take a walk.” “Beth will worry when she finds the crib empty,” a nob in said. “I don’t care!” Sally answered. “Sally!” The bird was surprised. “Beth is a sweet little girl. She loves you.” “Well —” Sally hesitated; but, only for a moment. “But I don’t want a nap how. I want to go walking.” And she went out the gate and down the road. She hummed a tune softly. She walked proudly down the road, the flowers clutched in her hand. “Where are you going?” asked Tommy Turtle. “I’m taking a walk,” Sally answered. “Where is Beth?” “Beth?” Sally repeated, bewilderedly. “I — I don’t know.” “Then what are you doing out walking alone?” Tommy Turtle asked. “You should be taking a nap.” “I’m tired of naps!” Sally exclaimed. “Oh! Beth will be disappointed when she learns you did not take your nap.” Sally tossed her head and walked away without answering Tommy Turtle. Sally enjoyed her walk. Soon she reached the woods. “I would like to visit the squirrels,” she thought; and, entered the forest. But the squirrels did not have time to play with her. “Won’t you please play with me?” she asked Bushy Tail. “I haven’t time right now,” Bushy Tail replied. “Shouldn’t you be taking a nap?” “I don’t like naps. I want to play.” Sally pouted. “Well — ” Bushy Tail said. “If you don’t take naps, you will be a dull doll.” “I won’t be a dull doll!” Sally cried. “I haven’t time to argue the point with you,” Bushy Tail said. “But, Beth will be awful worried when she finds the crib empty.” Sally did not deign to answer. She shrugged her shoulders and walked away “How dull everyone is today!” she said to herself. She went deep into the forest. She walked briskly Soon she grew tired. “I think I’ll rest a minute under this friendly tree,” she said. She laid the flowers on the soft cool grass and sat down. She grew drowsy. “I’ll just take a little nap,” she thought. She closed her eyes and went fast asleep! When she awakened the sun was setting beyond the forest. “How dark it is!” she exclaimed, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. . She looked around her. All was still. She looked up at the sky and noticed a storm cloud gathering. “Oh!” she cried. “I must get home before it starts raining!” She grew frightened and started to walk in the direction she thought was home. “Sally!” Bushy Tail, the squirrel, exclaimed. “What are you doing in the forint at this time of day?” “I — I fell asleep”, Sally answered in a small voice. “Well!” Bushy Tail looked wise. “You had a nap after all.” “I want to go home,” Sally said; and, hung her head. “You won’t get home going this way,” Bushy Tail told her. “Why not?” The doll wanted to know. “You are going in the wrong direction.” “Which is the right way home?” “I’ll take you to the edge of the forest,” Bushy Tail said. They went through the forest together. “You are walking too fast!” Sally cried. “If we don’t huny the storm will be upon us!” Bushy Tail exclaimed. Sally was breathless when they reached the road. “Dolls who don’t stay home and take naps are naughty,” Bushy Tail said. “I’m sorry. I hope Beth will not worry too much about me.” “Good-bye! And hurry as fast as you can. The storms is almost here.” Bushy Tail ran back into the forest. Sally walked as fast as her sawdust legs would carry her. She grew tired and sat down to rest. The rain began to fall. “Oh, dear!” she wailed, getting up. “I must not get wet!” And hurried on. The rain came down fast. Soon Sally was soaked through. She could not walk another step. She began to weep. Her tears added to the wetness of everything. “What are you doing out in the rain?” Tommy Turtle asked. “Oh, Tommy Turtle!” Sally cried. “I was naughty and went for a walk in the woods and feel asleep. When I awakened the sun was in the west. And if Bushy Tail had not shown me the way to the road I would have been lost. And now it's raining and I’m all wet! I can’t walk another step!” “Get on my back and I’ll carry you home,” Tommy Turtle said. “Thank you!” Sally was grateful. But Tommy Turtle could not walk fast at all. He moved slowly. Sally was wet clear through when they reached the gate to Beth’s house. Beth saw them through the window. She ran outdoors and picked up Sally. “Where have you been?” she cried. “I didn’t want a nap. I went to the forest and almost became lost!” the doll cried. “She’s awful wet,” Tommy Turtle said. “Oh!” Beth was alarmed. “Thank you, Tommy Turtle, for bringing Sally home.” She took the dripping doll into the house. Beth wrapped Sally in a warm blanket. Then she phoned the doctor. “Can you come right over, Dr. Make-Well? Sally is ill.” “I have a patient to take care of now,” Dr. Make- Well said. “I’ll be over as soon as possible.’ “Thank you,” Beth said, and hung up the receiver. Then she picked up Sally and held her close. Sally cuddled closer. How warm Beth was! Sally looked up at Beth. It hurt her to see tears in Beth’s eyes. “I’m very sorry I disobeyed you,” Sally said. “I won’t ever refuse to take a nap.’” “You were a naughty doll,” Beth said. Doctor Make-Well arrived. He examined the doll. “I’ll have to take her to the hospital,” he said. “Will she be all right?” Beth was worried. “Yes, she will be well by tomorrow morning,” Dr. Make-Well answered. Early next morning Dr. Make-Well returned bringing Sally with him. “What do you think of our patient now?” he asked. “Sally!” Beth exclaimed, hugging the doll close to her. Her eyes, became joyfilled when she saw the doll well again. “Thank you, Dr. Make- Well,“ she said to the physician. “Sally will need a nap every day,” he said. “And I’ll take a nap every i day, too!” Sally told them, | Says Joe Csikós Soldiers on foreign soil, Sailors on the sea, Nurses o’er the world To bring us victory; Colin Kelly did his part — For which we love him in our heart ; Buy bonds and stamps; you and me Will make this a world war free! Mary had a little lamb; She sure is a lucky ma’am! ALAN Alan was a fine boy, but he was selfish, which his friends did not like. One day a friend of his bought a tiny newspaper press. It could print pictures, headlines and all kinds of type. Alan wanted to be a news paper writer; so, he made up his mind to write for the paper his friend was printing. He wrote columns that were good, but his friend would not publish them. He wondered why. Alan had a bicycle; and, one day his friend asked, “May I ride your bycycle?” “No!” exclaimed Alan. “Why not?” asked Rus.sell. “You won’t publish my columns,” was the answer. “That’s because you won’t let me use your eraser in school — you won’t let me read your comic books, and —” “Oh, so that’s the reason,” Alan interrupted. “Well — if I let you ride my bicycle, will you let me write for your newspaper?” "Sure!” Russell said. And to this day Alan Adams has not been selfish. By JOE CSIKÓS, Br. 91, Akron, Ohio. It's easy to put off buying life insurance but impossible to prevent the coming of its need. njnrnmnuiuiuniimnnnnnimiinmiimpiTT Sawdust Sally — Children’» Page Conducted by AMELIA NYERS
