Evening Star Newspaper, August 31, 1928, Page 33

'BEDTIME STORIES attention to anything else. | hel‘n‘ t BY THORNTON W. BURGESS | ygave anv Frisht 15 but a state of mind [ But tnat rusting leat he conidn “ g\~ 8 8 | hearing. It startle im terribly. : ot ftn W Y e, Shariied Bim so that, without waiting to How Peter Rabbit did wish he was | see what had made it. he jumped and Btk dn - th > 23|ran farther into the brambie-tangle. ack in the dear Old Briar-patch!|Then and not until then did he look Never had he wished anvthing more. | pehind to see what. had caused that But he wasnt back in the dear Old Jaaf to rustle. : Briar-patch. He was over in a bramble- | pxeuse me. Peter.” sald a squeaky i W Oy Forest, feeling 8¢ | lttle volce, “T dian't mean to frighten of hair were missing from his coat. He smarted from scratches he had received from one of the children of Yowler the Bobceat The truth of the matter is Peter had lost his nerve. Yes, sir. he Whitefoot Startles Peter. again without ing it. He was ashamed to say it, for of course it wasn't true Instead, he gulped once | or twice and then said: “Hello, White- foot! What are you doing here “I'm trying to make up my | where to go to be sa replied White- I foot the Wood Mouse in that funny. | squeaky liitle voice of his. “Truly I didn't mean to scare you, Peter. You see I didn't know you were in here n 1 first came in. It's dreadful, is dreadful?” asked Peter bluntly. “That the Green Forest is no longer safe for folks to live in.” squeaked little Whitefoot “It never haz been safe.” said Peter | ‘But it's & lot less safe now,” said ' S.L HUNTLEY Whitefoot Why?" demanded Peter. Little Whitefoot opened his great | dark eves very wide. “Don't you know | @ | that Yowler the Bobeat has a family 4 he asked { “T didnt know it until tonight.” “WHAT 1§ DREADFUL>" ASKED confessed Peter. “I guess vou're right PETER BLUNTLY about the Green Forest. When T get 3 back to the dear Old Briar-patch I'm hed lost his nerve. He was so badly going to stay there. But why aren't frightened. so upset. that he actually ' you at home instead of here?’ | re start for the dear Old _ “I'm looking for a new home.” said h He was afraid to leave Whitefoot. “Those kittens of Yowler mbie-tangle the Bobeat have been playing around His big cousin. Jumper the Hare. had my old home so much that I don’t dare | paid him a visit there. but hadn't staved 'stay there any longer. I—I think I'll long. Peter had hoped he would stay. move up to the Old Orchard. You He wanted company. But Jumper had | don't suppose those Bobcats will come business in another part of the Green | over there, do you?" | Forest and nothing that Peter could Peter shook his head They may | <3y would induce him to remain. So not.” said he, “but Black Pussy. Peter sat hunched up. a picture of | Brown's Cat. will: and, if I were you. I| mrisery, and wished and wished and should just as soon be caught by | wished that he never had left the dear Yowler the Bobcat or one of his chil- Old Briar-patch. He was so busy being dren as by Black Pussy.” cerable that he paid no attention to | Whitefoot looksd dejected. “That's vthing else. It wasn't until a dry s0” said he, “I hadnt thought of rushed right behind him that Peter that™ LITTLE BENNY BY LEE PAPE Everyday Psychology BY DR. JESSE W. SPROWLS Psychology of Crime. | Every society has its own way of handling - jt= criminals. Always some | o e e ol e of e most useful insecks is the sort of punishment after the facts of It is aiways werking hard and | the crime have been established and the 0 peeple have a Iot of respeck for | degree of guilt has been ascertained. A it and dont interrupt it. One of the | code of criminal law and the prece- mMost sudden times to see a bee Is wen, dents established in its administration |it is in a flower you are just sticking | n;\nked up LP: two-fold machinery in | your nose in to smell. the disposal of all cases. Codes and ! y precedents are the two words in our| A bee If mice in 8 meadow sl g . And its absilutely unwelcome Recently men close to all this legal | "o %" cots ingide your blouse machinery on the one hand. and to the | . raw material of crime (the criminals) | Wen you go to the country from the on the other, have begun to find fault | city you start to eat more rite away. with this formula. Thay point out that | put no matter how much you eat vou crime is increasing. that punishment | cant eat as much as the peeple that !'s no rs:mbk u{u;“ m&m;mhl'nr: in | live there naturelly. he make-up o ing to- | Tore Dretiooked. it is argued, needs ar- | Pormers have perfeck appetites tention. Now what is this something? | They eat with their sieeves rolled up, No one really knows. But there is a They take théir potatoes on the end of growing suspicion that the cause, and | their knife herefore the prevention. of crime is a, And their cawffee in a exter big cup. | psrchological matter. There is a search| Ope of the best sites in the country Dowadays for this peychology. is the berds. Wen you Iook at a bew- | These modern students of course dif- | i1y} gerl and a bewtfull berd it is hard | fer somewhat in their findings. On the | 1 ymagine that one can eat insecks all | gurface it would appear their dis- day long and still be as pritty as ever | szreements indicate that they | wile the other cant. Iowing blind alleys. But in looking over | > this great mass of literature on the | Some kind of a berd sang up in a tree, auhject, there seems to be a common| I didnt know its name. | eninion about the psvehology of crime. ' But the berd didnt care if I did or not | Two words, competition and courage.| And kepp on singing just the same. z2em to occupy key positions in this (THE END.) rew formula for explaining crime. l C"mwlilwnmxrovrir:: out d’l‘( modern | & economie conditions s rapidly increas- | Ing. The man with limited abilities | The Swelled Head finds it harder and harder to live up| & —— to the standards he sets for himself. | After a while he begins to get tired A man achieves some small success. of the struggle. He loses courage in | BTOWs famous, soon or late; he has the his fight for a living of the sort he | price. eo he can dress much like a thinks he should have. Finally. he be. | fashion plate. The lion hunters come comes maladjusted to society and goes | around to grasp him by the hand, and in for what he takes to be an easy | help to make his fame resound through- way to sidestep competition—that s, {Out his native land. His picture’s in | erime. . | the public prints, he sees it all the | (Copyrizht, 1928.) | while, dolled up betimes in gaudv | tints, with blurbs in gushing style. Now |be is tempted much to strut, &=} { though he cyned the earth. and peoplie | {then will say, “Tut, tut.” and eriticize | his worth. Unless his head is nicely | made, adjusted to a hair, he'll put hi | %elf upon parade. assume a kingly air | He will forget his old-time friends who | | g0 their humble gait: a small suceess | too often lends such false pride to a | skate. He has a patronizing way thai | jars his neighbors’ nerves, and they are always prompt to say they don't admire | his curves. There comes a time when | he grows tired of hoop-las and ap- plause. of being petted and admired. |and clapped by frantic paws. He'd |like to have some friends again, as he | had long ago, some plain, side-whisk- ered. common men, such as he used (o know. He'd like to have his neighbois comy and lean against his fence, and talk of cheese and chewing gum, the whichness of the whence. He would forget 7is laure] wreath, and his exalted ende, and put a pipestem in his teeth, | | and gossip with old friends. But he ha: driven them away by viewing them as | bores, and he's not welcome now to | play upon their cellar doors. He has no friends, he cannot find a comrade or 4 chum: all people have an ax to grind | who to his doorway come | WALT MASON —By WEBSTER. The Country. (Next part.) 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