Evening Star Newspaper, August 7, 1928, Page 30

THE EVENING STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C. TUESDAY, AUGUST 7, 1928 | Wity CERTANL A FAT CHANCE OF THAT BY THORNTON ! REAL ARTIST - ITS CONGI| STATUE DEING FINISHED BEDTIME STORIES 5 5orcess - ; o D Mo [ T3 Surtreer: PICK IT ALL QUT BY . worst thing in_the A P oyt O I WOULDN'T You THINK THAT HAN, DO HE A FAVOR & world 1s fear FAT HEAD WouLD GET AN < A USE THIS WiLL King Eagle Saves the Twins. | little opening, the twing at her hect | 5o 1 will tey to . €1€cTRIC DRILL? BuT g g g B back, her great ears set forward to conquer fright NO, TH' POOR_SAP INSISTS| To'the Kindest sort of dead, | Aol the jeast suspicious sound, her 5 g X PN G IT ALL.B e Easle. sus s 5 : " . — beautiful big eyes wide with startled And face ,llr! boldlv — Dok b pencarer and nearer to the old 1og | supicion. Again King Eagle screamed| | byt [ wish hind which crouched Vowlor the|and turned. as if coming toward them. | g, = g: 4 o EL i, Lighitoot And the Brett | tra. Lightdoot bounded Into the wooae |78 dicnt !;‘the gl‘:el tslu;l ¥, lnlt:iklny do{m, Ir‘zyasmmp for jump with her went the %et :o £ . le. He could see Yowler's| ‘Once more up, up, up into the blue ark a . stud of a tail twitching. . | sky, King ‘Eagle mounted. Looking : Al Tries to T don't like it." said King Fagle. “I| gown, he could see the savage face of % Soesilil don't like it. Mrs. Lightfoot ought to| yowler the Bobcat turned up toward ' : peed Up know better than that. She ought to| him. There was hate in those fierce the Job & yellow eyes of Yowler. Still he crouched e Job. e R 3 there. He was not showing himself by % moving. In Yowler's mind there was no sus- | B, hat s, bed Tuek - thought » MESCAL, 1 THINK. DO YOU MEAN i< s just my % oug! ) \'c;lwlcr. ]"Why n:n"fellcv; :ld'tmkwm'e NYOUL SHOULD READ TO, SAY YOu'VE WAL, TO 1 NEVER HANKERED T g‘\’x‘gss!l(;:gdijdu:'t hre BHSEE 06 ‘of TR N DD RO =l e bind il SPEAK TRUTH- FER TH' TASTE OF TH' those fawns. I've heard that King Eagle YOU SHOULD READ FREUD f— LAVENT FUL LIKE MI5S STUFF BUT MY OU MAN | igfi‘fimfi? Ic;arelse: Ay (:u;';?“y:ut% B THINGS THAT WiLL HELP g{fgffiufis‘f&)? 7l saLLY 1 SURE ULSTA COME HOME | big for him. "But they would have been [l YOU TO UNDERSTAND = Y AINT PIE-EVED AN RIP- ; fust ngzn {o:' me. w}r‘:s}s\r. they would NOLRSELF = NOW ; " : ! ave been just T or ' me, and I HAVE K HERE, : ' ' ] | would have 'had one or both of them 5 e /R Lrrideombomsiba) 4 but for his interference. Why doesn't e 3 BEGINS GETTIN i\ | he stay at home on the Great Moun- | S.L.HUNTLEY | S BUSINESS-LIKE : | tain, where he belongs? What business X ¢ e . WHEN T BRIDE ) i SAYS WHY'NELL \ \ i has he to come over here, spoling the 1] \|] hunting of others?” Y \ “ B p | | Up. unlup “mxxim‘z:“lf untflhhe % # DONITCHA BRING N Y | merely a speck in the sky. Then u ! | Mountain. Yowler got to his feet, - ! i3 YOWLER GOT TO HIS FEET .5""*‘:‘06 ;nd .‘;‘a‘wnegi& nTth hedwe!x‘n 4 MORE C HED AND YAWNED. over to where Mrs. tfoot and the ETRETC i twins had been and there he sniffed know a lot better than that e de- | about in the grass, getting their scent. serves to lose one of her babies.” | His mouth watered. He snarled his Then King Eagle swung a little bit | disappointment deep down in his throat. Jower: he wanted to see better. Lower ['Then he turned and bounded away to- and lower he swung. He could see that | ward the ledges hidden in the Green Yowler was all ready to jump. In just| Forest B & moment or two more he would ha\'e’ Meanwhile, all unconscious of the one of those beautiful spotted babies, | real danger they had been in, Mrs. one of the prettiest babies in all the | Lightfoot led the twins through the Green Forest | Green Forest toward the pond of Paddy And right then King Eagle did some- | the Beaver. She had a feeling that thing \llthouetd thinking. ~ That i be| she might find Lighfoot, tlx;:s irdmm- o hadn't planned to do it e suddenly | the twins, over there. les, she v - nr‘eu:eg. 2 loud ferce scream, such as| wanted thie twins to learn about this : BgAUA‘)'T'Hé_LP BUTT n\\’mk fk\\f:x:fg;‘_“:g, ‘ FOLKS, How | [IF ZIEGFELD c?o‘l'sescomebY, (M'behw, T [YoU CAN | T only hes can give. And at the same time | part o e Green rest. Never in LAST AMGHT. You; . 2 0 ce « GIWWE ME swe c e B s v oo that. his shadow | their short lives had they been o far CFF, WERe TeLLING Cieero || NOT YET-ARYWA e | eas an ae FAUTT. SWEAR T || SEARCH)[ ME, passed over the grass in front of Mrs. | as the pond of Paddy the Beaver, and * LING CICERO | "'\ acnT M 3 C'LL GRAB NEVER (T M_G/ Too! | A BEDTIMG STORY when) Y = A\, M'Love ! TOUCHED, ) Lightfoot Instantly Mrs. Lightfoot | she felt the experience would be good 1 Uo[ SUDDENLY THE LIGHTS AND T WASN'T threw up her head, gave a sharp whistle | for them. and bounded to the far side of that WENT ouT and POW! cuen NEAR (Copyright, 1928.) el a“d SOMEBODY HIT me THe eLecTRiC * PoorandRica | |[LITTLE BENNY § P o S e e | f e poor man sees the rags on sale | % fi clothing store, and sighs be- | BY LEE PAPE. | the kale to buy one suit i a suit of blue and | After suppir ma started to look at 34 en, he'd like | letters from diffrent hotels and. places, | BUD FISHER O he Tesolves to save | SA¥INg to pop, Well, Ive decided, Will- til he has the price; and |yum, we're going to a farm and not a dreams pe! le ays, | ma L lite, s v 3 g . 2 = :t;b‘e":?n;:d b:fl» I’{fw*:u-s‘!lexurs here from 2 farms and they mw““;y:.“ =/ 4 { S iy e A V;NA“: ]:.:::;) Y Snleved vilage maid |both seem equally attractive to all in; , aby » i e : him then. Anticipa- perposes, Mrs. Mutt’s Yy / . 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