Evening Star Newspaper, August 21, 1928, Page 31

BEDTIME STORIES Cubby Changes His Mind. ;' me 'tis more than passing strange OW easily some minds can change. —Old Mother Nature. sears were laid back, the ha: oks was standing on end, and they | Fseen these little people I Cubby Bear stopped abruptly and #at down. Facing him were two funny little bob-tailed spotted kittens. Their along their were spitiing and snarling as only two kittens can. Cubby was filled with surprise and wonder. He had never efore. He ot all about Chatterer the Red Squ He cocked his head on one side and looked at the kittens in the drollest manner. Cubby wis of two minds. He had a #otion that he would like to play with straightway THERE WAS NEED HURRY TO GET TO THAT OTHER PART OF THE GREEN FOREST. OF GREAT At the same that he was and that they Not narl- ing. Not once did they turn thel backs to him. Cubl ook & few steps forward. One of th ittens struck at him and pricked his nose with her much bigger might make °| satisfied to give Cubby a scare. I | him, but Cubby ran and ran and ran THE EVENING STAR, WASHINGTON, D. 0, TUESDAY, AUGUST 21, 1928. BY THORNTON W. BURGESS sharp claws. Cubby didn't like that He decided then and there that he didn’t want such rllymnms, He growled. He would teach them a lesson And right then and there Cubby | changed his mind. He changed it with | great abruptness. He lost all interest | In those funny little bob-tailed kittens | He suddenly discovered that he had | business in some other part of the | Green Foresl. There was need of great | hurry to get to that other part of the Green Forest. He couldn’t waste a | second. He simply turned and bounded | away without even saying good-by to | those funny little kittens. He didn't | want to say good-by to them. He fell | as if he never wanted to see them again. | Have you guessed why Cubby so sud- | | denly changed his mind! Well, he had | made a discovery. Yes, sir, Cubby had | made a discovery. It wasn't at all a pleasant discovery. Peering over that old log was as savage a looking face as ever Cubby had seen. It was a face not unlike the faces of those kittens, but bigger and very. very fierce. The lips were drawn back, showing sharp leelYl The ears were laid back so that that head looked almost round. Cubby never had scen it before, but he didn't have to be told whose head it was lifted just above that old log. It was the head of the mother of those two kittens. It | was the head of Mrs. Yowler. Do you wonder that Cubby suddenly had busi- ness somewhere else? Big as he was, he had no desire to get in a fight with Mrs. Yowler the Bobcat. As for Mrs. Yowler she was quite She on i her part had no desire to fight a half- | grown young Bear. But she did want to { scare him and she succeeded. You ver heard an uglier sounding snarl n Mrs. Yowler gave as she sprang out over that old log and pretended | to chase Cubby. Looking over his | shoulder Cubby saw her coming. He thought he was running as hard as he could before, but he found that he | was mistaken. He went crashing away | through he brush, regardless of who heard him or who saw him. Mrs. | Yowler made only a bound or two after | until he couldn’t run any longer. Such is the power of fear. ! (Copyright. 1928.) SONNYSAYINGS BY FANNY Y. CORY. Oh, baby! Is it nice ob yer to sit Rere an' baul cause I'se playin’ wif 'iss “litle dirl> H.r has a whole dime ter spend after dinner! (Copyright. 1928.) P e | Thinking It Over | A A R The ancient pugilist sits down to|t think of bygone days, when he was har wvesting renown by whipping other jay: At first he a thrill of pride as he surveys the D but soon the thrill be- ins 1o slide—such raptures cannot last Of course, he had a great career, ex- ceeding youthful hopes; he slugged one bruiser in the ear and knocked him through the ropes. He hit another on | the chin and also on the nose, he drove & third one’s whiskers in with many | Vicious blows. He made a fortune with | his fists and put the coin in brine, and mow that he is old, he wists, his bank sccount is fine. But now that he is Oldi he knows how useless was his trade; the ‘world’s no better for his blows, for all his skill displayed. He never has pro- LITTLE BENNY BY LEE PAPE. Pop was shining his fishing pole agen | 1ast nite. and ma sed, O that reminds | me, Willyum, if your going fishing to- | m morning I wunt you to take me you, Ive never fished and I wunt fo fish | _ All rite, if you obey the customery | rules and regulations, pop sed. Such as wat? ma sed, and pop sed, | Well, ferst and foremost, no tawking. You must charm the fish with your ix- pressive silents rather than with your hipnotic voice, he sed, and ma sed, But | 1 have a lot of things I wunt to tawk | over with you and I thawt that wouid | be\n golden opportunity. You were wrong, pop sed, and ma sed, Do you mean you Rxn wunt me to sit there like a statue in frunt of a deff and dum asylum? Ixactly, and you must bait your own hook, pop sed. Wat with? ma sed, and pop sed, Why werms, of corse. Wat, real live werms? ma sed, and pop sed, Alive and kicking, the fish around these parts wont bite on any- thing but freshly dug werms on these special hooks. | Well then they wont bite at all as | far as Im concerned, ma sed. I could | sit there without tawking, but to pick up a live werm in absilute silents is be- yond my wildest powers, you can go fishing by yourself, she sed. Wich pop did, and wen he came back be ony had 2 little fish, ma saying, Goodness Willyum, is that all, Ive bin back more than an hour and I cawt 16, ‘Who, you? pop sed, and ma sed, Cer- teny, I went with Mrs. Willits, she's t little widow that just came yestid- . but she duszent like werms either, 80 we got some bacon to bait our hooks with, ony as it happened we forgot to bring any hooks so we bent a cupple of pins and used them insted, and we really had a very injoyable time, Mrs. Willits brawt along her portable fono- graph and we played Sousa's marches | all the time we were fishing, and I cawt | 16 and she cawt 18. Yee gods, who sed this is an age of | sclence? pop sed. 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