Evening Star Newspaper, July 30, 1928, Page 27

{ BEDTIME STORIES King Eagle Is Outraged. I kili, but onlr for my need Man kills for sport. and also greed. ~King Eagle. King Eagle had started out from his | ‘home in the Great Mountain. Broad of "ging and wonderful in flight is King | Eagle. He and his family have ruled | over the feathered folk for so long that | he has grown accustomed to respect ! from most of them, so he pays little, attention to them. He feels that he is rightfully ruler of the air. Far out over the Green Forest, then over the Green Meadows and across farm after fi iled King Eagle. Always his eyes watching, watching for food. As he flew over Farmer Brown's he had come down fairly low. He saw Farmer BY THORNTON . BURGESS our country? You see his image on | our coins and on our bank notes and on the flagstaff above our flag. He| stands for the freedom of America. When we see him alive and enjoying his | own freedom, it seems to me we ou[hl‘ to_give him a salute.” | Farmer Brown smiled. “I guess you're | right, Son,” said he. pity it is that | a lot of people didn't think the same way a long time . Eagles are be- coming scarce now. 1 know it.” exploded Farmer Brown's Boy. “People shoot at them. What right has any man to point a gun at an Eagle? If a’man should point a gun at the flag. he would be mobbed Yet the flag is merely an emblem. The Eagle is an emblem of the same thing. and a living emblem. As long as it | such it should be respected as_suc HE SAW FARMER BROWN'S BOY IN THE DOORYARD. AND FARMER BROWN'S BOY SAW HIM. “Right, Son, right!” said Farmer Brown. | 1t was beyond Farmer Brown's farm. | as King Eagle was sailing over another | farm, and rather lower than usual, that the thing happened. He saw a man | step out of a house and point some- thing up at him. He saw a flash and | a little puff of smoke. A broad feather | was cut out of his wing. At the same | time there was a sharp, whistling | sound. King Eagle had been fired at with a rife. which you know is one kind of terrible gun. | Instantly King Eagle began to go up | Again there was a flash and a puff of | smoke and the whistling scream of a| bu'let. But this one did not touch him | ing Eagle kept on climbing higher | and higher, until he was so far away ;’hut the man could no longer shoot m‘ m. What a rage he was in! How he did | hate those two-legged creatures called men! King Eagle knew what had hap- pencd. He knew that he had been shot at. He had been shot at many tmies before. That was why that, as a rule. he seldom flew low near the homes of men. When he returned to his home on the Great Mountain he told Mrs. Eagle what 1 didn't | had happened and warned her to fiy know what he said. But he did know high when she was flying above the that was a friendly wave of the hand. hoi of men. He had grown accustomed to it. for at they do it for I cannot under- Farmer Brown's Boy always waved to|stand.” said he. “I have not hurt any him whenever he saw him. those two-legged creatures. I do not “Why do you do that, Son?" Farmer try to take their young. I do not catch Brown had asked one day. anything of theirs I harm them in no | “It's a sort of a salute,” replied Farm- . Why should they v to kill me?” | er Brown's Boy. “We salute the flag Mrs, Eagl ead sadly. { when we see it. and 1 always have the | don't know. don't believe feeling that I ought to salute King| they know themselve | Eagle, Isn't he the living emblem of . | Abe Martin Savs: | [LITTLE BENNY ‘ ' | et BY LEE PAPE. Brown's Boy in the doorvard and Farm- | Me, and pop was taking a wawk be- fore suppir and all of a sudden pop sed, Down this street, quick, I dont wunt this berd to see me. Meening some man coming up with a | littie mustash, and we went down an- | other street, me saying, Why not, pop? Because he owes me money, pop sed. ! | He owes me 5 dollers and every time | he sees me he almost brakes my hart | ixplaining why he is unable to pay me just present, in fact he always gives | me sutch a hart rending hard luck| story that I can hardly resist lending| him 5 more dollers, and if he ever| owed me 10 dollers he would make me | berst into tears every time he met me with his pitiful story of why he was compelled to keep on owing them to me, and the ony way I can avoid the | temtation of lending him 5 more dol- lers is to duck rapidly wenever he | heaves into view, sutch as in the pres- | ent instants. ! | And he kepp on going and pritty | | soon some man stopped in frunt of pop | | saying, Well here you are, Mr. Potls. I take this means o' notifyin' th' mil- | Thats rite, pop sed, and the man sed, Bons an’' mi o' voters who don't | I sippose you dont remember me, be- | fead plitical platforms that th’ Demo- | ing sutch a rare visiter at churtch and | ;flflq party dropped orm.” “tarriff re- | churtch meetings, but I am Mr. g the dnlr::n of lhll nl::dwm‘g f‘]-:nm"- We're gettin' ' ha { ty, you have surely herd of new many intrepid explorers on fourely 100 | Cing we are contemplating and 1 am (Copyright. 1928) will let me put your name for a generous contribution in SOCIAL SINNERS cause, your frends and nay- s Mr. Simkins and Mr. Hews and BY GELETT BURGESS. Mr. Rorer have all contributed most liberally and I am sure wen the list is | published you will not wunt your own | | name to shine less britely in compari- | son, I am sure. Quite rite, I am cowardly enuff to| fall for the well known . blackmale scheme, pop sed. Wat is the smallest | donation made by any of the gentiemen you have mentioned? Why. 10 dollers, the man sed, and pop sed, Then put me down for 10 dol- {lers. And we kepp on going, me say- ing,- Now are you sorry you terned | down this street insted of meeting the |other man, pop? and pop saying, Change the subjeck. Wich 1 did. changing it to the sub- | jeck of wen he was going to get me a | bysickel. Willie Willis BY ROBERT QUILLEN. Women and the Papers. The Evening Paper, How I Dread it Whenever Womankind has Read it It's always Crumpled and in Creases, And Usually Torn in Pieces. In Homes where Women Cut such pers re should be nineteen Evening | Papers i (Copyright. 1928) . London Girls Go Hatless. Telephone coversation between Lon- | don and Java was held recently when | L. 8 Amery, secretary for the domin- | ions. and his undersecretary, Maj. W.| “A girl can beat you in 'rithmetic an’ Ormsby-Gore. then in Java, talked over | spellin’ an’ things like that, but she the 7000 miles, of wire. They heard ain't got much sense about important each other distinctly things like base ball an’ pirates.” THE TIMID SOUL. —BY WEBSTER. | (#1 SOREY (VE BEETT SO SLOW BUT | NEER CAre PUTT 1 Nu"r}y!J A BIASIE SMOT o T GREE™ BY i OF A FONDAIG THE EVENING STAR, WASHINGTON, D. €. MONDAY, JULY 30, 1928 |[THE CHEERFUL CHERUD [{Ae sople Fell wna tt my head |{With force enough to go clear through it. [{Think what this might have meant to me If Newton hadnt bea ; t me toit! i MISS SALLY'S UNCLE CEDR\C GIVE YOHX A By S.LHUNTLEY Pa Knows His Ropes. MUTT, STOP GRICVING ABOUT AJOT BEING ARLE A SHETLAND PonY T2 PuLL HIS PONY CART. WHen T WAS GIGHTEEN I PLAYED HORSE ALL THE TIME. T'tL PULL ClceRo ARBUND ’ IN HiS cAan)_—,‘/_/_fi(:‘!en. i3 P ng Levet, GF ik B 11 M;idf J&F Buo F?;uao The Real OFFICIAL SCORE CARD OF BIG 18 HoLe GOLF_MATCH Went for a {Sw vole Longer Ride. , LOOK ON Top OF “THAT ‘ STATUE; AINT 4 THAT A HOT Gee! 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