1921 
RURAL. NEW-YORKER 
Health Club* 
I asked la>il. month for suggestions 
about, health clubs and chart-. Here is 
one: 
At our school we have a health Hub, 
of which I Bln secretary. 1 keep a daily 
record of each child's point*. At the end 
of the term the point' of each pupil are 
Counted. Those that get a thousand 
points receive a health certificate. Fol¬ 
lowing are the points we use, which may 
give a suggestion to some one: 
1. How many washed thoroughly this 
morning? (I point). 
2. How many cleaned teeth twice ye 
terday ? (1 point). 
o. How many have a neat: appearance? 
(‘2 points). 
4. How many have a clean handker¬ 
chief ready for use? (1 point). 
5. How' many kept sweaters off during 
school yesterday? (1 point). 
6. How many had milk for breakfast? 
tl point). 
7. How many slept with windows open 
last night? ( i point). 
M. How many helped keep school neat 
yesterday? (I point). 
V). How many had hath last week? (2 
points). 
We had the health elnb In-t year, and 
it proved very niece--ful. 
New York. HELEN H„ I I years. 
The Picture Stories 
There were such a lot of stories sent 
in about last month’s picture that I had 
hard work to decide which to print. I 
wanted to print them all. Mach one of 
yon who wrote has helped Our l’age 
along, even though your story is not. pub¬ 
lished. Try again this month. On this 
page you will see another picture of 
Stubbie (that is the hoy’s name) and his 
pony fl have never known the pony’* 
name). Also after yon have read the 
imaginary Ntorie* you will like to read the 
true story of the picture. 
TIIE HORKEIIAI K RIDER 
We will -ay the 1 io.\‘n name is John¬ 
nie. He lives in New York, Johnnie has 
jii k t returned from the house to the fields 
with some water for the men who are 
ratting wheat. 
I will tell yon what happened before 
the picture was taken. One Spring 
Laddie and Tom or a Frit ndt —Fot Foci 
morning Johnnie came to his father and 
said: "Father, won’t yon please buy me 
:i horse? Harold, our neighbor, Itn■- one." 
Hut, ala-, hi* father said: "No.” What 
was Johnnie to do? He just went out to 
the ham and cried, and while he was 
crying his father went, over to Jones’, 
and Harold asked him why he didn’t buy 
Johnnie a pony or a horse. Johnnie’s 
father -aid that it. would just he some¬ 
thing for Johnnie to fall off of. 
Finally Mr. Jones said: "Mr. John¬ 
son, why don’t you buy your le>y one? It 
would not »nly he a help to you, hut 
would he good for the hoy’s health.” 
Johnnie - father went borne, got into his 
auto and drove to the city stockyards. 
There he got u lion e, and led it home 
behind the machine. He had bought, a 
saddle and a bridle also. Just at dusk 
that evening in came Johnnie's father. 
Johnnie's mother had given him his 
slipper and he had gone to bed, so lie did 
not know anything about the horse until 
the next morning (hi- birthday) when 
he looked out the window. 
Whu I do von suppose In- -aw? A 
borne, all saddl'd and bridl'd for him to 
ride! lie went dow'n and Ids father told 
him all about it. lie would not eat any 
breukl'a-t, hut got .m Ills horse and took 
a ride over to Harold’s. linrobl got oil 
his horse and they both went riding. Hy 
time to cut the wlleut Johnnie could ride 
as well as anybody, lie rode out to tins 
wbeallieldh to take the men water. 
Johnnie became strong and healthy. 
Mr. Johnson found out thut what Mr. 
Jones aid was right. 
i »bic. t* yt I t51 r . 1" years. 
JOHN AND WU.T 
Once upon n time there was ft farmer, 
and he had an old black mule named Joe. 
• trie day the farmer went, to town and 
Oil the way he met a horse trader, and 
he gave the mule for ii horse, which he 
named Hilly. 
One day John, the farmer's son, wns 
putting the addle on Hilly, and just, at 
John got the saddle on Hilly -saw a dog 
and rati into the meadow. 
But John caught Billy and started to 
the house. A lady saw him and slopped 
him, and she took his picture. 
North Carolina. tiAvin c., K years. 
Once there was a hoy and his horse, 
going along the road. They -aw a man 
trying to catch some cattle that had got¬ 
ten out of his pasture. The hoy thought 
that he would help him catch them, so 
he got his lariat. ready, went, after them 
like tin* wind, and caught all of them but 
one. 
The man wa- so nlen-ed that he gave 
him a live dollar hill. Then he said: 
"You get "ill there heeide votlr horse and 
I will take your picture," 
And he did, and it was in all the 
paper* around, and everybody loved him 
very much. CLYDE n. 
I’e» ii sylvan in. 
.JA( K’H IIORNK 
Jink lived with his father in the New 
England States. His father kept 15 
horses, lie gave Jack a gentle horse for 
himself if he would help him feed tin* 
horses. Jack thought, thi- a lot of fun. 
One morning in June Jack awoke very 
early. He was g'dng to take a ride on 
his horse around the farm. He put mi 
his cowboy suit and ate his breakfast. 
Hi* mother thought he would get. lost, 
hue he nii id lie wouldn't. Then he 
Started. 
He rode a long way through meadows 
and lanes, woods and fields. At last he 
came to three paths, all lending in dif 
ferent directions. Which would In* take? 
He took the one -t might ahead of him. 
After awhile he came to a hut which 
once belonged to woodcutter*. There the 
path ended. lie turned hack and took 
the road on his right. It led to a cow 
pasture. He turned back to the left 
road. He followed it and came to a mea¬ 
dow. In the nuadow wa a Summer 
bungalow. No one had lived it in for years. 
He tied his horse and gave it it dinner 
lie looked at his watch; It was one 
o'clock, lie ate hi* dinner and lay down 
under a maple tree near the bungalow, 
and wUN soon fast asleep. 
When he awoke it. was three o'clock, 
and his cousin was landing beside him 
tickling him under the arms. Jack 
Inughd when lm found he had been 
nsleep nearly two hours. His cousin took 
his picture, and this Is the picture you 
see. MARI HA R„ 11 years. 
Mil* suchu.set t H 
nonniK 
Hobbit) In a beautiful Shetland pony. 
Mr. Jones I- ii farmer, and bought him 
when he was finite young. His -on, 
<'hurl'**, was delighted when he saw 
Dubbin, hut did not know much about 
horse k, Mr. .Touch lives in Texas and 
has many hor-i - that graze on the grassy 
plains. An Charles liked Dobbin he was 
put into the orchard near their borne, and 
("hurl's wnt to visit Dobbin every day. 
Dobbin soon grew fond of Iii - new mas¬ 
ter, who always had an apple <>r cake 
for him. When Dobbin heard the house 
door shut he would come at once to the 
bars, thinking it was Charles coming 
One day Charles came to the bars with 
an apple fur Dobbin, lie then climbed 
a tree nearby. Dobbin soon followed and 
was walking beneath the tree when 
Charles was swinging on one of the 
branches. CburleM thought it would lie 
great fun to jump <ui Dobbin'" back wlnm 
he walked under him again. So before he 
knew where lie wa he wa- on Dobbin's 
hack. H«* thought it, was great fun. hut 
he never was so nervous in sill his life, 
Dobbin, too, thought it was fun. ho on he 
-'simpered with his new master. Mr. 
Jones saw Charles and enine to the or¬ 
chard, lie wa* puzzled, because lie did 
not know how Charles had trained Dob¬ 
bin. In fact, he had never seen Charles 
around on other horses. "Why. father,” 
said Charles, "it wa- easily done." So 
Mr. Join* bought Charles a brnud new 
saddle, and Charles rode Dobbin every 
day. He m>oii taught Dobbin to sit on 
hi- hind leg' and many other tricks. 
Charles Noon became a cowboy and had 
a cowboy suit. He tells his father that 
he is going to have a large ranch when 
he becomes a man. Charles and Dobbin 
now mind about 200 cattle and sheep, 
Dobbin loves he master very much, be¬ 
cause he is so kind to him, and he think,» 
he is always going to he faithful to his 
master. 
So this is the story of Dobbin and 
Charles. In the picture you cun see the 
orchard in which Dobbin was trained, 
and also his young master's home. Dob¬ 
bin and Charles both wish you a Merry 
Christmas and a I hippy New Year. 
Pennsylvania. ehthkrd. 
The True Story of Stubbie and His Pony 
Stubbie’s borne is in Central New York. 
One 'lay, more than a year ago, he went 
to the fair. There was a big crowd, and 
every little while all day a State trooper, 
riding a very -mail horse, would ride 
around the racetrack, trying to keep peo¬ 
ple from getting hurt. 
A few days after this Stubble's uncle 
came home and said: "Here i* some¬ 
thing you tuny have," And whnt do you 
suppose it was? There was the very 
pony that the trooper had been riding all 
that, long, hot. du-ty day at the fair. 
When school begun Stubbie rode the 
pony about two miles and stabled it unite 
near tin* -elioolbonse. H. was much more 
fnu than walking, and In- could get home 
so much sooner at night, when there is 
always wood to fetch or traps to look at. 
He has the nicest cowboy outfit, and 
his mother made him each a soft, warm 
saddle blanket. When anyone asks how 
old the pony i- be says: "The boys say 
-he is between 50 and (50, hut I think 
she may be a year or two younycr.' 1 
Hast Winter, when the snow was ho 
deep that the roads were almost block'd. 
Stubbie went to school and home again 
with the snow clear up on the pony’« 
sides. JIc rode it to town after the mail, 
and once it jumped a fence with him on 
Its back. 
The way to *chotd i* down a hill and 
through a little wood, all nice and shady, 
with ii stream running along the roml- 
aide. Sometimes one may catch a 
glimpse uf a speckl'd trout in the deeper 
p<Hits, lu the Springtime this is -itch a 
good road to the bird- One is almost, 
mre to n<mj newcomers every morning, 
and als" there arc rabbits and squirrels 
and all -orts of friendly little wondfolk. 
Stubbie knows them all, and he ha- al¬ 
ways been ulii'l the trooper grew too large 
to ride Hiieh a -mull horse. 
Notes 
The linen in the box this week were 
written by Gladys F., a New York girl, 
who is one of our too I. interested readers 
and letter writer*. 
The poem “Santa Clan* Is Coming" is 
an original one from an Ohio reader of 
Our Page. You will enjoy it. Thanks 
are due to Helen H„ Maryland, and to 
Jeanette H., Gladys F. and Dorothy F. 
of New York for -ending suggestions for 
Christmas memory verses. 
Several of you sent guesses as to the 
number of pies the five pumpkins pictured 
last month would make. The gues-c#, ran 
from 20 to 50 pies. 
Tin* picture of the dog and ent was 
sent hy a grown-up friend in Michigan, 
who wants us to compare it with the one 
on Our Page of October 20 to -ee whether 
we do not think it shows better training 
in the dog. 
in a letter from A'ldic IT.. New Jersey, 
was the following: “I thank you all for 
putting into my mind why Thank-giving 
is kept and i- o important. I have never 
thought of It." So Our Page reache* out 
with some menage for more hoys and 
girl- every month. Let’* keep it growing. 
Next month I would like to print -"me 
letters on "How tve spend the Winter 
evenings" and on "Warm school lunche*,” 
Send them soon. 
Meta T., Ohio, cays: "I am going to 
try to make every letter I write look 
neater," and a-k* “Is four time a year 
too many times to write to Our Page?" 
I should -ay not. The he-t plan would 
be to write every month after you r<-ad 
Our Page, though if you all did that I 
guess rny mailman would he worrhsl. 
Hut it is much better to write often. We 
grow to Is- friends more quickly and your 
letters help to make Our Page more in¬ 
teresting. 
Thin month's story picture is very dif¬ 
ferent. 1 think we shall have some good 
-tori'* about it. 
A Happy New Year 
1 wish it may he a happy year for you. 
We all wish it for each other. But it 
rests with ourselves to make it a happy 
year. If w* keep cheerful, learn to say 
kind tilings of others, do our tasks 
promptly and Well, seek way- <>f helping 
others, tlnii vv will he happy. Hard 
time- will come. Every day cannot be 
smooth and pleasant. Even boys and 
girl- have to hear disappointment, sor¬ 
row. sacrifice. Then* are part of life. 
We need them if we are to be fully 
human, if we an- to touch other lives 
kindly. Bear trial bravely. The hardest 
will pas-. The day- follow each other 
quickly. Each new day i« a new chance. 
Take hold, smile and win through. This 
i* the unfailing "f a lliippy .Yen War. 
Write non, and address your letters to 
Edward M. Tuttle, in can* of The ID iial 
New Yorker. We t 30th Street, New 
York City. 
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