Evening Star Newspaper, September 17, 1928, Page 23

SEPTEMBER 17, 1928, THE EVENING STAR, WASHINGTON, D. €, MONDAY, BEDTIME STORIES Cubby Runs Away. k where you run, or goodness knows, ou're very apt to stub your toes. —CUBBY BEAR. Cubby Bear was having a wonderful time all by himself. He had climbed up on the roof of Farmer Brown's sugar-house over in the Green Forest | and had knocked down the piece of stovepipe which was the_chimnfy of | the little sugar-house. Now he was cuffing it and knocking it around the glnund. much as you have seen a kitten ock a spool around. It didn't Jight back. No. sir, it didn't fight back. It rolled and it made a noise, and alto- HE GAVE A FRIGHTENED SQUEAL AND WAS OFF AGAIN. | gether it made a very nice plaything. | At least Cubby thought so. For the time being he had forgotten all about | the smell of Wood Mice and of Trader | the Wood Rat, which had come from | inside that liftle sugar-house. You know he had been trving to break in | when he knocked off the chimney. That was just like Cubby. Bears have no persistence. If they start to | do a thing and something distracts | their attention they forget about what they had started to do. All Cubby thought about now was playing with that old plece of stovepipe. He thrust a little black paw way into it and then stood up with it, still on his arm. That frightened him for a minute and he swung that arm. That sent the plece of stovepipe flying. Instantly Cubby was after it and pounced on it as if 1t were something alive. Peeping through cracks in the sugar- BY THORNTON W. BURGESS | house, Whitefoot and Mrs. Whitefoot | and Trader the Wood Rat watched | what was going on. You see, they had | heard the noise and after a while curi- osity got the best of them. Cubby was so busy that he failed to look around to see if anybody else were present. In_other words, he forgot to ch out. Yes, sir, he forgot to watch out. There was a sudden loud sniff. Cubby dropped that piece of stovepipe as if it had burned him. He turned toward the place that loud sniff had come from. Such a look as there was on his face! He scrambled to his feet and away he went. You wouldn't be- | lieve that a little Bear could run as fast as Cubby ran. All the time he kept trying to look behind him. Now this is a very bad thing for any one to try to do—to run and look behind at the some time. Only people whose eyes are set way back, like those of Peter Rabbit, can do that successfully. There was an_old stump in the clearing. Cubby Bear ran right smack into it! n't see that stump at all, because trying to look behind him. knocked sprawling. But se any time. No sir, Cubby any time. He just gave a frightened squeal and was off again. Across the clearing he raced and into the Green Forest. Then he went up a tree. You wouldn't believe that any one as big as Cubby Bear could go up a tree as fast as he went. The way he went up that tree would have been a credit to Happy Jack Squirrel. Up he went, up, up, up, until he could get no higher. He was away up in the top of a tree, hanging on for dear life and looking down with such a scared ex- pression as only a badly scared little Bear can have. What was it all about? Well, over there by that piece of stovepipe, snif- fing at it and rolling it over to see what it was, was his father, great big Buster Bear. Cubby didn’t know it was his father and Buster didn't know that Cubby was his son. You see, Father Bears seldom know their own children. Buster looked over at the tree where Cubby was and yawned. Then he took a few steps in that direction. Cubby clung more tightly than ever and did his best to climb a little higher. Then Buster lost all interest in Cubby and shuffied over to the sugar-house. It was the turn then of Whitefoot the Wood Mouse and Mrs. Whitefoot and Trader the Wood Rat to run. They ran and hid in their nests and wondered if it would be possible for great big Buster Bear to get into that sugar- house. he C he didn't didn't lose (Copyright, 1928.) Abe Martin Says: Mr. Hoover hain’t goin’ t’ kiss no ba- bies, an’ accordin’ t’ th’ newspaper pic- tures, those he picks up he holds like a Roman candle. Judgin’ by ther names th’ meltin’ pot has turned out some dandy Chicago gunmen. (Copyright. 1928 Changing Votes Methinks that every man in sight knows how he’ll vote election day; and I might argue day and night, and not persuade a single jay. Long since I used to strive to gain some converts for the proper cause, and I would argue till the strain was fierce upon my lungs and jaws. I'd back a man against a tree and tell him why he ought to vote for Silas Jinks or Hen McGee—I'd talk until I barked my throat. I'd lecture in the Blue Front store on vital issues great and small; I'd lecture till my tongue was sore, and hoped to change some votes that Fall. I'd stand around the public square, in evening dust and morning dews, and hand to gaffers loafing there such arguments as great men use. And orators would come to town to supplement the work I did, and they would lay cold logic down with tongues that never learned to skid. I toured the boulevard and slum, im- plored and argued, talked and wheezed; and when the election day was come the folks all voted as they pleased. The men I thought secure for Jinks, who seemed all lined up for McGee— they all supported t'other ginks, and put extinguishers on me. One gains some wisdom as he wends adown the athway to the grave, and now I do not fecwre friends, or_tell. them how they should behave. I see the spielers blithely go to round up voters here and there; they make a fine and dazzling show—but does this work get any- where? Is there much use in giving vent to arguments that skin the throat? Are you acquainted with a gent who doesn’t know just how he'll vote? LITTLE BENNY BY LEE PAPE. Sattiday I had to get my hair cut on account of faving all day to have it done so I wouldent have any excuse like I usually have, and I started to go to the barber shop rite after breakfist so T could stop worrying about it the rest of the day, and who was around the corner going the same direction but Pud Simkins, me saying, Ware you going? Barber shop, Puds sed, and I sed, G, thats funny, so am I. G, thats funny, Puds sed. And we kept on going together, me saying, G, if theres anything I hate its getting my hair cut. Me too,” Puds sed. And we kepp on going, and after a while Puds sed, Well anyways, as long as we haff to get it cut I got a ideer how to have it cut cheeper so we can keep the change and make some money on it at least. G, how? I sed, and Puds set, Old Mommy Simmins has a patten majigger to cut hair with, I saw her cutting old Mr. Simminses hair with it in the back of the store the other day, well how about if we offer her 10 cents apiece to cut our hair with it. Sounding like a great ideer to make money and still get our hair cut. and we went around to Mommy Simminses store and asked her and showed her the money and she made us sit down in 2 chalrs and tied a tablecloth around each of our necks and got out her clip- per majigger and cut out hair both at the same time, on account of proberly thinking if she cut it one at a time the other one mite of changed his mind on account of not wunting to look the same way himself, and wen pop came home he sed, For Pete sake wat barber blasted out your hair? Was it that new man on the 3rd chair? he sed. No sir, I sed, and pop sed, The wat barber did it? The one with the patten majigger, I sed, and he sald, Who, wat man are you tawking about? Being the hardest question he could of asked me, the result being I had to give him back all the change I had left, being not quite half, and I called Puds on the telephone to see what happened to him, which the same thing had in- cluding a slite licking. 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