Evening Star Newspaper, September 11, 1928, Page 34

THE EVENING STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C, TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 11, 1928 BEDTIME STORIES Another Sugar-House Visitor. Troubles hard to meet today ‘Wil tomorrow pass away. —Old Mother Nature. Whitefoot and little Mrs. Whitefoot didn't leave the old sugar-house for two or three days after the visit of Yowler the Bobcat. They didn't put so much as a whisker outside. Every time they were tempted to go out they thought of the terrible screech Yowler had given when he voiced his disappointment at being unable to geb into the sugar- house. Aad when they thought of that screech they shivered. Yes, they did, they shivered. But the troubles of little wood and meadow folk are soon forgotten. It is a good thing that it is so. It would be & good thing if we humans could forget | o | “OH, THAT'S IT. EXCLAIMED | TRADER, COMING WHOLLY INTO VIEW NOW. | onr troubles as quickly and as easily as | do the little peovle in feathers and fur. During the daytime Whitefoot and Mrs. Whitefoot were not inclined to go out much, but when the Black Shadows began to creep through the Green Forest the temptation to go outside was almost oo much to be resisted. You see, that is Wood Mouse playtime. “I den't believe Yowler will come back #gain.” said Whitefoot. “He knows now that he can't get at us, so I don't believe he will waste his time.” “Perhaps not,” said Mrs. Whitefoot, BY THORNTON V. BURGESS “but Yowler is a wise old Cat. H:! knows that we are not going to stay/ inside here always. He'll give us time| to forget about him and then he will come snooping around again. We'l have to watch out when we go outside, just as we always have watched out wherever we have been. I can think ol‘ lots of things I would rather do than furnish Yowler the Bobcat a bite for| dinner.” | “So can 1" said Whitefoot. “So can| I, and not think very hard either. Hello, what's that noise?" Whitefoot and Mrs. Whitefoot crowd- | ed close together and stared down in a corner of the little sugar-house W] | the woodpile used to be and where, there was still a little wood. They had | heard a noise down there. “There’s some one there Mrs. Whitefoot. *“You-! suppose Yowler, or one of has dug his way in underneath! ‘Whitefoot shook his head most de- cidedly. “N¢ aid he in a whisper, “I don’t suppose anything of the kind “But there certainly is some one down there,” whispered Mrs. Whitefoot. She was right. Just then a stick of wood was pushed aside and a sharp! face peered out. Whitefoot gave a httle sigh of thankfulness. “It's our big cousin, Trader the Wood Rat,” he vhispered. Mrs. Whitefoot had never met Trader, so she was a little bashful. She hung back. But Whitefoot was not afraid. He hopped down from where they were sitting. h“Good evening, Cousin Trader,” sald e Trader the Wood Rat, for that is who it really was, looked at Whitefoot in some surprise. “What are you doing over here, Cousin Whitefoot?” he in- quired miidly. “I might ask the same thing of you,” retorted Whitefoot. “If you really want | to know,” he added, “Mrs. Whitefoot | and I are living here now.” “Oh, that's it!" exclaimed Trader, coming wholly into view now. “Well there are times when it is a very good place to live. I used to live here once. In fact, I'm thinking a little bit about moving back here now.” sn:vh;:elo?tmlxgoke% :‘t] Mrs. Whitefoot she af and there was both little faces. R “Oh!” sald Whitefoot, and then said nothing more, for, for the life of him, he could think of nothing more to say. (Copyright. 1928 vhispered u-you don’t family, Abe Martin Says: One thing th' future Mrs. Tunney should be thankful fer is that Gene's Jeft ear don't look like a wet cracker. “They’ll have t' take th’ adenoids out © talking movies before I'll like ’em,” said Miss Fawn Lippincut, t'day. (Copyright, 1928.) VBleaid Lakdecapes " SRR EF 5 57 “You have a lovely country here,” re- marked the tourist, overjoyed; “but it would lovelier appear if all the sign- boards were destroyed. Yon mountain has stupendous lines, its beetling crags are good to see; but you can’t see them for the signs announcing Johnson’s Kid- ney Tea. A tourist has to stop his car, and walk a half mile or two, to get around behind the signs that interfere with every view. You have an ocean that is grand, the sight of it gives pleasant thrills; but right before it sign- boards stand, which recommend Bogg's Liver Pills. I have to crawl beneath a sign, or clamber over three or four, to feast these eager eyes of mine upon the ocean and the shore. The sun I think your finest bet, it cuts much grass from day to day; but when that golden orb would set, a signboard’s always in the way. One cannot see the gorgeous tints that sunset yields at evensong, unless he girds his loins and sprints around a sign some cubits long. You " have your valleys and your woods which might invite the tourist's gaze, but signs, announcing tinhorn goods, shut off the view and block the ways. The finest scenery on earth is thus obscured by signs which tell of pills that will re- duce your girth, and heal your corns, and make you well.” “Be patient, tour- ist,” I exclaimed, “some day the signs will all be banned: we all are bitterly ashamed of things which thus deface the land. Each day, each hour the feel- ing grows against the men who spoil the hills with signboards boosting fur- belows and vacarit lots and piebald pills.” ‘WALT MASON. © | will make half the werk for each. LITTLE BENNY BY LEE PAPE. Me and Glasses Magee was taking a | wawk, just taking a wawk, and we stop- ped to look in a candy store window at all the diffrent kinds, me saying, I wonder if they sell a cents werth. DG, III v{?nderidfihsses sed, and I sed, well, it wouldent do me any good to find out, I havent got a cent. Neither have I, Glasses sed. They cant stop us from wondering anyways, I sed. And we kepp on looking, and pritty soon Glasses sed, G, I got a ideer. Wat? I sed, and he sed, A ideer how to get some candy for nuthing just for the plezzure of eating it. Go on, like fun, how? I sed, and he sed, Easy, just go in and tell them we're willing to stand outside and eat their candy out of 2 bags, and any time anybody goes pass we'll say, O boy this is swell candy, G winnickers this is the best candy in the werld, anybody that dont go in this store and buy candy must be crazy, and holey smokes theyil | be glad to give us each a bag full free for the avvertizement, and G roozlem if it werks and a lot of customers start to go in I bet theyll leave us do it every afternoon for about a half a hour. G, we could eat a lot of candy in a half a hour, even if we had to tawk at the same time, I sed. Whose going to ask, you or me? I sed, and he sed, You, and I sed, Why? and he sed, Be- cause I made up the ideer and that Sounding like a good argewment, and we wawked in the store and some lady was behind the counter, being a tall skinny lady with one of the fearsest ix- pressions I ever saw on a lady, and we wawked rite out agen without even ix- plaining why we wasent staying, and we looked in 3 more candy stores to see if we could see a candy store lady that looked as if she mite like the ideer. Wich we couldent. Willie Willis BY ROBERT QUILLEN. “I didn't mean to be sassy. Papa was talkin’ to me about teachin’ chickens to fly, an’ I just asked him if it was cruel when he twists one’s head off.” (Copyright. 1928.) (Copyright. 1928.) 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