Evening Star Newspaper, August 26, 1923, Page 67

¢ THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. . C., AUGUST 26, 1923—PART 3. SPORTS, STORIES, . GAMES, SHORT STORIES Anne’s C Anne's red neranium tall Was shattered in a bad fall; An orphan cast it away, In a junk pile to stay, Where it took root and bloomed by the wall. €6\ 7OU'LL take good care of it while I'm gone, won't you? You know my only tre Anne fingered the bright red blossom on her little geranium lovingly. “It's the only thing 1 kave in the world that once belonged to my mother. [ wish 1 could Treasure - | of the smaller children fell against it | and broke the plant off. William lick- ed the young culprit, but of course that didn’t do the geranium and good. There wasn't anything that would do the geranium any good. He took it out and dumped it on the trash heap and tried not to worry about what Anne would s . Anne’s glorious month on the farm was drawing to a close. Tt would have been just perfect if it had not been for take it with me. one thing. She just couldn’t help wor- “Oh. "il take care of it for you all | F¥ing about her precious geranium. right,” William promised not very en-| What if William should forget to thusiastically water it or if something should hap- “And yowll water it every day.”|Pen to it in her absence? Anne persisted. When she returned to the orphan- “Aw, gee, Anne, it don't have to be|age her first thought was for the watered eve . does it?" geranium that had once been her “Yes, every s ¥!" Anne wa mother”: decisive. “Oh, dear, 1 am so afraid| *“Aw, I knew that would be the first something will happen to it.” She knew [ thing you would ask fo William from experience that an orphanage | rumbled. “I'm awful sorry, honest, was a poor place to leave your “only | Anne, but T couldn’t help it. The kids treasure” even if it was for only a|did it. Broke it right off. It wasn't any month good so I threw it away.” Anne, with several other of the or-| “Threw it away! Willlam, you bad, Phans, was to be taken to a farm for | bad boy! I e you! You knew that a month. A good farmer had offered [ was the only thing I have in the his home to be used for vacations for | world that belonged to my mother. Where did you throw it? I must have a piece, just a leaf to press and keep.” William went along to show Anne just where he had dumped the brok- en plant. But around the corner of the tool shed both children stopped short. There on the edge of the trash heap bloomed a bright red genranium. The little plant had taken root in the soil. Anne's “only treasure” was as good as ev the children who were under-weight | or not well. A whole wonderful month with all the milk and cggs they could cat! No wonder William was not very enthusiastic about remaining behind in the asylum and watering the plant every day But his intentions were good; he had meant to take the best of care of | Anne’s geranium. However, luck was | against him. The very first one | A Book House. A Partnership Plant. The books that make a book house| Two plants in one. No, it is nota should be of the best, even the | new plant that Luther Burbank has bricks that form a real house must |developed, but one of the most an-| e good, substantial bricks, otherwise |cient forms of plants that still grow the owner of the house may some day | today. It is the lichen, which you find that the firm wall of information, | sometimes see in grey-green patches based on the id she has formed | on the rocks near the seashore or from her reading, has caved in sud-|around the moist trunks of trees. denly at a weak spot The lichen is a partnership plant. It is a good idea to make a selec-| The “silent partner” in this business tlon of books from lists which your| is the fungus, or a plant that cannot teacher, librarian, or other person | make food for itself, but must take Wwho is a eritic of what is suitable and ' ifs nourishment from the food made Interesting for girls to read, may give| by other plants. Beneath the surface | sou of the lichen the fungus is inter- The paper book house {twined with the “active partner,” a record of your reading vou! dclicate form of alga, or seaweed, | write or print on the top which has make food for both plants. It would seem that this arrange- ment is unfair and that the alga has jthe worst of the bargain, but the fungus does its share by protecting | as becomes a when. of each’ to ; Brother jin ~ Written and Illustrated by Edward McCandlish. NE day Tommy Turte decided to make a trip inland, away from the Big Pond, and see what he could find. Tommy crawled away up the bed of a small stream filled with cobblestones, and after a while, when he had gone some distance, he heard some one moving about in the bushes nearby. Tommy crawled quietly up un- til he could peep through the roots of a tree, and there he saw Pippo the Squirrel busy shoveling chestnuts into his winter storehouse Tommy knew that Pippo the Squir- rel was the very same Pippo who had stolen Father Pop Turtle's canta- {loupes the year before, and so Tommy crawled back out of sight a little way, and then came walking out Into the open, as big as life, and making as much noise as possible. When he saw Pippo the Squirrel. Tommy stopped short and pretended to be very much surprised. Why, Heigh-o! Brother Pippo,” said Tommy. “How came a nice ma like you to be out such a bad da: he arked. Brother Pippo didn’'t appear to be very much pleased to see any one just then, while he was storing his chest- nuts, but he put on a pleasant manner and hailed Tommy in return. “Just a-layin' up some vittles, Snappin’ Turtle," said he. “Gettin’ ready for a hard winter. this time. How's all yo' family?" he asked. Fine as a fiddle,” Tommy replied, as he watched. Brother Pippo lighted up made of a straw and an acorn “Seein’ you,” said Tommy, “puts me mind of something heered a pipe 1 Brother Tuckey Buzza'd sayin' about you yistiddy.” ” What did he say?" asked Brother Pippo. “Don’t like to teli -you,” replied Tommy. “Oh, go on.” Pippo urged. l “Weil,” replied Tommy, “he said you were a ‘low-born, lazy, shiftless, | Here Tommy stopped to watch the E00d-for-nothin' scamp. And I just|effect of this imaginary report on told him it was a shame for any one | Brother Pippo. Brother Pippo to talk that knocked the skunk cabbage out of way about such a mcpi man as you his pipe and looked all around him Tool-Craft All Sorts of Things for Beys and Men to Make the seaweed. This form of seaweed is 5o very delicate that it cannot live } | through storms and severe winter | { weather, but with the thick. rough | fungus plant to protect it and anchor ! it to a bit of soil it has nothing to} worry about. So, in return for the; food the scawced gives, the fungus makes it possible for the seaweed to live and makc food enough for both. The lichen grows very slowly, but; page the name of a chosen book.j can live for many years. Some | Thus “Treasure Island” will occupy |jichens have been found high in the | the page opposite “The Prince -"d‘;mnun( s that are believed to be a * the Pauper” or the “Life of Alice| housand years old. Freeman Palmer.” The remainder of | the page may be filled with a list of ; 3 characters in the book, a short svn-| Opportunity. opsis of the story or your reason for| Jack—Have you change for a dol- liking—or not liking—the book {lar b7 Make the book house cover of card-| Fred—Surely. board or heavy paper with books| Jack—Fine; lend me a quarter. drawn freehand on it. Color the books if you like and fasten in the pages with clips. Or vou may take Poor Polly. a five-cent notebook and cut it in the | Mary had a parrot true. outline of the house. She killed it in a rage; Because when Mary's fellow ‘The parrot told her age. R e Sad Fate. The gas went out to meter. The egg was out to beater; came Something Just as Good. “My hair is falling out,” complain- ed Mr. Riggs to the druggist. “Can’t vou recommend something to keep it rtainly,” replied the druggist. E The nutmeg went out to grater. “1 advise you to get an empty box. But, alas, the radiator. Cartoon Magic—The Porcupine. Were you ever in a big pine forest with its soft carpet of needles? The sharp little spines on the trees are so much like the quills of a porcupine that it is no wonder you will find it easy to turn a pine kone into one of these unfriendly animals. Be sure to make your lines Beavy enough. ET out yout saw and put on your thinking cap. You'll need them both to make and solve this puzzle. The base can be made from any piece of wood planed to the proper thickness. The pegs may be meat skewer sticks, short pleces of lead pencils, or dowels made for this pur- pose. The block pile is made of eight pleces of cigar-box lumber graded from five-eighths inch square to two and three-eighths inches squar Lay out the squares as in. dicated on the pattern detail for these parts, but be sure to bore all holes at the centers of the squares before sawing to line with the hacksaw. The edges will be left rough by the saw, so they should be finished nicely with sandpaper. Shellac or varnish all parts except' one peg, which should be painted or stained to designate the starting peg from the others. The object of this game is to tran: “How I goin' to get even wid him, Brother Snappin’ Turtle,” said he, | “blg as he is | “Sprinkle salt on his tail, Brother | Pippo, and then feed him some of "By Frank 1. Solar How to Make a Block and Peg Puzzle. fer all the squares from one peg on which they have.been placed to one of the other pegs. They must be in the same order as they were when the game began. (Note the upper left-hand drawing.) To work, the following rules must be observed: Transfer only one block from one peg to another at one time. Do not place a large block over a smaller one at any time. The larger blocks must always be on the bottom. the goal posts. Stick.the wickets and posts in a plece of heavy cardboard for your “lawn.” Give each guest a little paddle cut from wooden berry baskets and let them start the game of shooting the balls through the wickets with the fewest possible strokes. There should be either two or four players on eaclt gourt.” Each player has his own ball and hits no other. The game ¢an be played by taking turns at hitting, one stroke at a time, or each player can keep on hit- ting his ball until he has driven it to the goal. Dwarf Croquet. When mother was a girl her favor- ite sport was a game of croquet on the lawn, but now that girls can “do 'most everything,” this game has been neglected for liveller sports. It need not be forgotten entirely. for a game of miniature croguet is just the thing for a good time at a summer party, and the best part of it is that, no matter how many guests there are, they can all play at the same time. To make the miniature croquet sets, use large dried peas for the balls, marking each with one band of red, blue and black ink. Bend small hair- pins for wickets and ink red and black bands around two matches for The winner of each set plays against the winner of another until the prize is awarded to the champion. ‘We'll Say He Does. The butterfly has wings of gold, The firefly, wings of flame, The bedbug has no wings at all, But he gets there just the same. A New Best Seler. Mashie—Heard my new golf song, 1 Drove My Ball in the Routh”? Niblick—Noj; let's hear it. Mashie—It isn't out yety What's Burning? . “Why do you call an auto speeder a scorcher?” “Because he goes out at a hot pace, makes the pedestrians boiling mad, gets roasted in court, warms up th police, and calls it a burning shame. {down and shaking the bushes to make {1t he could only think up some excuse, dish yere calamus root, and then you can talk to him as you please, and give him a piece of yo' mind,” said getting a saltcellar. Tommy ran home as fast as he could and told his family all about it. Then Pop Turtle, Ma Turtle, Susie Turtle, Tommy Turtle and Little Billy all put bags over their shoulders and set out an\ Brother Squirrel’s house. Just out of sight of the house they all stopped. Pop Turtle went off in the bushes a | little way and began jumping up and [ a nolse. Tommy hung his bag on a gooseberry bush and went on ahead. He found Pippo walting with his sait- cellar and calamus root ready and looking as mad as a wet hen. e anything of him? asked. “Yes," sald Tommy, “I jes' saw him floppin’ around in the bresh out yon- der. Maybe you can catch him now. ‘I'll wait for you here.” Away went Pippo toward the spot where Pop Turtle was shaking the bushes, and as soon as he Was out of sight Ma Turtle, Susie Turtle and Little:Billy came up with their bags and began loading up the chestnuts from Pippo's storehouse. Bags and bags and bags they got; and when all had gathered as many nuts as they Pippo That night the Turtle Family had roast chestnuts for supper, bolled chestnuts, bread and cakes made of | ground-up chestnut meal, and enough chestnuts to last ali winter while the | Big Pond was frozen up. As for naughty Pippo. who had | |stolen the cantaloupes, he had to | whirl in and gather another supply of nuts for the winter, which took him a very long time. Fatty’s Sacrifice. | The fat Boy Scout’s weight was a load, | But he plodded along on the road; | He felt like a plker To be a poor hiker, Perseverance was part of his code. 1 ROOP C of the Bo# Scouts was just starting on an all-day hike. The sun shone warmly, a breeze stirred the leaves over their heads, birds called to them from the woods and flowers nodded their bright col- ored faces at the boys as they passed. At first the scouts stopped often to admire the flowers. An unfamiliar note of a bird attracted them away from the beaten path. But soon th discovered they could not stop so | often and still make their destination by noon. They kept to the road, hik- ing rapidl¥®to make up for lost time. | much of a motor, but at that I guess From the start Fatty had not wandered away as often as the others. He could not vault over a| fence, dash into the woods and come | tearing back with a flower or a fern in his hand without completely losing his breath in the process. This was his first long hike. He was deter- mined to stick to the bitter end. And | poor Fatty! Already he knew that the end would be bitter. He was not used to walking so far. His féet hurt him terribl He could feel a blister being slowly rubbed on his heels. The sun beat down un- mercifully upon his head, giving him | a headBche. Two little streams of perspiration trickled down the side of his face and into his collar. He groaned as he stumbled along over | the rough path. How could be ever stand six more miles? And then there would be the trip back home! g0 he could ride home. But no, he wasn't golng to give out and be the laughing-stock of the troop for the rest of the season. “How you coming, Fatty?" BIll, Fatty's best friend, fell into step be- side him. “Oh, fine!” Not for the world! would Fatty have had any one know] he was not enjoying the hike. “Great sport, Isn't it?” “Kind of rough walking. Ow-w?” Suddenly Bill grabbed Fatty by the arm, his husky tan cheeks turning | white. He had given his ankle a| wrench. They were lucky enough to be near, a house and soon succeeded in getting the farmer to drive Bill back to town. The Scout leader looked at the boys. | “Some one ought to offer to go along with Bill.” None of them wanted to give up | their hike. But they remembered their pledge. . “I'll go,* they all of-| fercd. Fatty alone remained sllent. He was afraid to say anything les they detect the longing in his voice. But Bill settled.it. “I want Fatty,” he demanded. With one look at the fellows Fatty bravely climbed into the car and rode offt. He hoped that he, didn't look too happy. “It's a dirty shame!" the fellows all agreed. “It's his first hike and you could see how disappointed he was. Why, he was the only one of us that didn’t offer to go.” & e Can’t Blame Them. Visitor—What do the inmates think of_the new ssylum? Keeper—Taey just rave about it. |camp, en?” HERE are two members of the salmon family that are so popular as a food and game fish that in the smaller streams where they live they rarely attain their full growth before they become the victims of the hook. They are the brook trout and the boat-shaped vomar bearing tecth on the head of the bone are known as charrs or true trout. The brook trout, best known of th charrs, originally lived palachian mountain waters. Blue Beard. HIS is one of a series of articles about marionettes. Here is a to put on. The characters are Blue Beard, Mrs. Blue Beard, Anna, her sister, her two soldier brothers. The puppet stage has a door at the back. For each doll in the play there should be a person behind the stage to manipulate the strings. The pup- peteer or his assistant should pull the strings. Act 1L—Blue Beard's House. (Blue Beard and his wife walk on the stage.) Blue Beard—Now, my bride, T find I must go into the country on some play closets and see what is inside. (Walk- ing toward the door.) Blue Beard—You enter any them yvou wish except this great door here. You must not ever even put the key in the lock of that door or a dreadful punishment will befall you. Mrs. B—Then T'll never try to open that door; you may trust me. (Blue Beard leaves.) Mrs. B—If my husband Blue Beard thinks I'm not curious enough to open that door he's mistaken. (She goes to the door, inserts the key and as the door opens, she screams.) A Popular Food and Game Fish, the Trout. How to Give a Puppet Show. has been introduced into the clear, cool streams and lakes of the upper Mississippi and the west, where he finds a home in deep pools that have gravelly bottoms and a rapld current. The coloring of the brook trout is often known as the “bloom. of the Tommy. Dolly Varden, the trout of the|trout” His back is marked with “How'm I goin’ to find him?" said | Pacific coast waters. deep olive and black, the sides are Pippo. Sclentists divide all trout fish into [SPotted red, and the fins have dark “I jes’ saw him steppin’ by in the |tWO main classes, according to the|9Tange mottlings. 5 brushes,” Tommy replicd. “You get|ShaPe of a bone called the vomar,| The Pacific coast trout is a more the saltcellar and calamus root |which forms the front part of the|Siender fish, with red spots on the ready, and I'll go and see can I find [mouth. Trout having a flat vomar, |P8CK and sides. The larger speci- him,” said Tommy. |With teeth fn the shaft, are called mens are two or three feet long. While Erother Pippo dusted around [salmon trout, while those with a| 1N€ €SS Which the broek trout | | | lays in the fall do not hatch till the water becomes warm in spring. A full-grown brook trout measures about a foot and one-half long. Trout may be caught only in the Mrs. B.—Seven dead women! They are Blue Beard's former wives! Help! (Her sister cotes running in.) Anna—What has happened? Mrs. B.—Look! Blue Beard's dead lwives! He keeps them locked in this |closet. The key is all bloody! When |Blue Beard sees it he wiil kill me! | (Blue Beard's voice is heard outside.) |Run, Anna, and call my soldicr |brothers. (Anna departs. Blue Beard |enters.) l Blue B.—I came back, my dear, to :rcm“‘d You once more not to open the |heavy door yonder. Let me see that ‘,\'ou have the right key. (His wife | tremblingly gives it to him.) Ah, : Already you have opened the do could carry they put the bags on |Dusiness. Here is a key that will|[Now you must share the fate of their shoulders and marched off home, [OP¢R any door in our great house. | women in:ie! walking in single file, as turtles| Mrs. Blue Beard—Oh, T can scarcely | Mrs. B.—Pray. do spare me! 1 will ey wait to investigate all the secret|never again disobey! (Blue Beard | ralses a knife and drags her toward | the closet.) Blue B—No, T will kil you! B.—Anna, Anna! Quick' |my brothers coming? Some one must save me. I am being murdered! (The two brothers come rus | They seize Blue Beard.) | First Brother—What! W you kill |our sister? Well show you Second Brother—Put him in the Foietmiin: o he has killed | (They throw him in thé closet and | close the door.) The logical Reason for A Round Cornfleld. Tells Tales Our Fisherman 66 JUMP right into my spring wagon J her invited our fisherman after the morning mail had been dis- tributed at the post offi “It's not quite so soft and easy as those ce. limousines I hear vou city folk jelly- | bean around in, and ©Old Bud isn't it's better than walking back to We accepted with eagerness, climb- fng up on the high seat beside him. He gave his old horse a crack with the rein and we were off. We drove through the woods and past farms without saying a word. It was al- ways better not hurry the fisherman's story. From the top of a ridge I looked down into a valley where tall, shining cornstalks waved in the brisk lake breeze. “Say.” T asked suddenly, “how did that cornfield get to be round?" “It's a strange tale,” our fisherman replied solemnly, “a very peculiar story. You see, that cornfield looks like a gigantic bowl. Well, years ago there used to be a lake on that spot. In the lake lived a fish—the higgest Ghe Teck . Doys S/wgm I Sturdy shoes that will stand up under the terri- fic wear that normal boys give them. A splendid foundation for school or vacation. The Avenue at Ninth l | fish that was ever seen in these part | You will realize how big he was when T tell »u that time he took a drink, the water went down in the lake two feet. “The old sett every hereabouts were scared to try to catch him for fear {the fish would pull them in and swal- low them alive. 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