Evening Star Newspaper, September 10, 1928, Page 23

BEDTIME STORIES i Yowler Is Disappointed. Disappointments come to all; !} Rich and poor and great and mall. ~—Old Mother Nature, Yowler the Bobeat wasn't finding it easy these days to get enough to eat. That is to say, he had to hunt twice @s hard as ever he had hunted before. You see, there was Mrs. Yowler also hunting, not only for herself, but for two growing kittens, and two growing kittens require a lot of food. So Yowler was hunting over a far wider range than he had ever been in the habit of hunting over. It seemed to him some- times as if all the Wood Mice had left CRT T TERTRAAHY - I | *THERE ARE MICE INSIDE THERI SAID HE TO HIMSELF. the Green Forest. It seemed to him as if all the Grouse had moved of some- where. And so_in his wanderings he came over to Farmer Brown's little sugar house among the sugar maples. He had been there before, but not often. For & long time he lay hidden in the Black Shadows, watching that sugar hou He is always suspicious of anything with which man has to do. He is dis- trustful of everything pertaining to man. But he knew that Mice are not this way. He knew that Mice often live very close to man and that they are often to be found around the buildings of man. He knew, too, that Trader the ‘Wood Rat liked just such a place. “My, my. but I would like to catch ‘Trader!” thought Yowler, at that little sugar house. he is living here. I don't believe there will be any danger in just smelling around there a little.” So Yowler very cautiously approached "lup at just the wrong time. BY THORNTON W. BURGESS the little sugar house. You may be sure that he was making the best use of his eyes, his ears and his nose. Every few steps he would stop to look and listen and smell. But there was no sign of man around that little sugar house. a safe distance. Then gradually he drew | Im‘ar(‘r and nearer. Pretty soon he | | gleam. It was the scent -of Mousc. He | | had come across the place where White- | | foot and Mrs. Whitefoot had been. “Ah!” exclaimed Yowler under his breath. “I thought as much. There are | Mice around here. I only hope they are outside and not inside that little ! | house.” ! Yowler has a good nose, a most ax- | cellent nose. The Mouse smell was | very faint, but he could follow it. And so at last he came to the little hole through which Whitefoot and Mrs. Whitefoot had passed in and out of the sugar house. Yowler smelled long and_carefully. i “There are Mice inside there,” said | he to himself. “Yes, sir, there are Mice | in there, or I haven't a bobbed tail. | Perhaps they'll come out.” So Yowler crouched close to the! ground within easy jumping distance | of that little hole. He crouched just as Black Pussy crouches beside a mouse | | hole. And there he kept perfectly still | for the longest time. Yowler has patience—a. great deal of patience. He needed it now. But even patience will not hold out indefinitely. Though Yow- ler didn't know it, of course, he gave ‘Whitefoot | and Mrs. Whitefoot were just preparing | to come out. Had he waited five min- utes longer he would have caught them. But he didn’t wait. He jumped up on | the roof to see if there might not be | a way of getting into that sugar house. | That was when he made a mistake, for | :Vhiteioot and Mrs. Whitefoot heard im. | _He prowled about all over the roof. Nowhere was there an opening that he could get in. He jumped to the ground and went all around the sugar house again. There were little cracks through which he could get the tantalizing scent of Mice, but there was no way of get- ting in there. Finally, in his disap- pointment, he screeched as only a Bob- cat can screech. Then he bounded away to hunt elsewhere. Whitefoot and Mrs. Whitefoot, huddled together in their | nest in the firebox of the evaporator in the little sugar house, heard that screech and it seemed to them as if | their hearts stopped beating and would never beat again. (Copyrisht. 1928.) LITTLE BENNY BY LEE PAPE. After suppir pop and ma started to g! reddy to go to the movies, ma say- g, It looks a little like rain, duzzent it Willyum? ét duzzent look much unlike it, pop Meening it mite rain and it mite not, and ma sed, But how about my hat, Willyum? I dont want to get my green hat spotted, -and if I wear it and it rains it will certeny get spotted. Nuthing spots werse than raindrops, she sed. Have you ever tried inkdrops flipped brickly from a fountain pen? pop sed, and ma sed, No and I dont intend to, now Willyum why dont you try to help me insted of offering harmful sugges- tions. If you think its going to rain, say so, she sed. But I dont think so, pop sed. ‘Then you mean you think its not go- ing to rain, ma sed, and pop sed, No I dont either, yee gods I dont think one thing or the other and I wouldent be seprised either way, thats my politics and they were good enuff for my father and good enuff for my granfather so I gess their good enuff for me, If vou wunt to be on the safe side wear some old lid that would be glad to get a little spotting just to say it was out, he sed. Well of corse I mite wear my brown hat but that so unbecoming, thats the ony thing, ma sed. But of corse if your sure its going to rain Il wear it, she sed. But Im not sure its going to rain and I dont intend to be, so make up your own mind and let the drops fall ware they may, pop sed. ‘That sounds as though you really were sure, tawking about drops falling, ma sed, and pop sed, All rite, you win, Im sure. Wear the brown one and I hope the midnite sun comes out, he sed. O, IIl wear the green one, ma sed. Wich she did, and pritty soon after that I was asleep so I dont know if it rained or not. Villie Willis BY ROBERT QUILLEN. “The reason the man is paintin’ our is because me an’ Pug found a can of red and wanted to see how a garage would look if it had red stripes.” (Copyright. 1928.) SONNYSAYINGS BY FANNY Y. CORY. ‘Whoo-hoo! Baby! Come a-runnin’! He's bringin’ & peck-a-bushel of peaches! (Copyright. 1928.) -9 |'A CHAMPION RETIRES | s — ° I ‘doff my hat to Mr. Tunney; he has acquired all kinds of money, the standard brand of fame; there are no laurels worth the winning, and further | scrapping would be sinning, and so he | quits the game. Let others chase the filthy dollars; he wants to herd with high-browed scholars in quiet ingle- nogks; let gory battles be forsaken—he wants to talk of Francis Bacon and haunt the world of books. He's always yearned for erudition; to store his mind is his ambition, a longing wholly sane; I think he's wise to thus abandon the blowsy ring and take his stand on a higher, nobler plane. But soon or late a mighty bruiser, some swaggering and chesty snoozer, will swing into the game; a later Sullivan or Corbett will circle through his shining orbit, and capture wealth and fame. A lot of carnage-mad _civilians will pony up their easy millions to see the big man fight; and he will fairly bask in glory and be the hero of the story that bards and authors write. “Then Tunney, in the halls of learning, will doubtless feel his bosom burning with something like regret; it's hard to see the people foster and lionize a cheap imposter, and make of him a pet. Can Gene withstand the mighty longing to get back where the fans are thronging, and know the lime- light's glare? Will he be perfectly con- tented to ponder o'er the themes in- vented by Rousseau and Voltaire? Perhaps he'll quit all things scholastic to give a lesson, fierce and drastic, to that new fighting man; and then, like Jeff, receive a licking reminding him of mules a-kicking—and be an also-ran. o WALT MASON. (Copyrizht, 1928.) .The Timid Soul. [ /00 WORTGAGE YOUR FOME, GARE v~ CGETHER EVERY CENT 00 GAM AN, - f 607 Generar Soe Homry . T W Ay Drer A Fev o Ts s weew eur ATWILL GO S0 RinTS HIGHER WTiN —BY WEBSTER WELL e 1 et | MySELE Bt T it |8 fore m 66 @1se Dord T TELL ME YU ACIOALLY GOUGHT. SHOE HOR / oo eE TorANG twiy, FR5PAR T 01 SURPRISED AT SOt \THEUGHT YU WERE (Amaner \NTCLLICENGE s (RCTTY SOUR. € PE GOING ST SLUMP SCLD EVERTWING TUELLANAAT 06 750 ME AS A PIC | | | | | By | S.LLHUNTLEY 11 | Mfid THE 'But complications He walked in a circle all around it at | * picked up a scent which made his eyes | .. Pa Gets | Gummed Up. 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LOOK AT THAT HOOK ./ RIGHT OVER IN, THE APPLE ORCHARD THEY JUS' HAD AN ARRIVAL AT PUDDINHEADS WHAT DID THE DEFENDENT SAY WHEN YOU FIRST MET HIM . OFFICER BLUE? THESE TIME PIECES REMIND QNE OF THoSE DANCE HALL i : SHeks — THEY LOOK GOOD BUT - NEVER WORK ny NOL THASS D. C, MOXNDAY, SEPTEMBER 10, 1928.° DONT TAKE (T SO TO HEART MAJOR; ITLL BE TO HRS.MSGINIS, BUT e TLL GET HER s‘mcmfl i S VT BE HELPED PLACED N Son€ MATOR! 1TS TopaH TAFPY ALL RIGHT! HEY, PA, WHAT'S TH'# IDEA ¢ OF ¥ FLINGIN' THET ETTI-KET BOOK THING SAYS TO PUT YOR HAND OVER YOR MOUTH WHEN YUM VAWN iy ( THE REVENUE AGCENTS PADLOCKED TEXAS GUINAA'S PLAce AND A Flock OF OTHER NIGHT CLUBS AND THE OWNGERS GOT A LoT oF FRoANT PAGE IF 1 COULD ONLY GET THE MAIN SPRING OUT OF THAT TRANCE — =~ A FeW RAPS WITH THIS HAMMER COULON'T DO HER MUCH HARM MeNaaght Syndieate, lnc. N. Y. 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