Evening Star Newspaper, September 29, 1928, Page 26

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C. SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 1928. BEDTIME STORIES Jerry Plans a Big House. A good_foundation doth insure An’edifice thal will endure. —Jerry Muskrat. Jerry Muskrat was getting ready for Winter. He had started a new house. He was late in starting it. He should have started it a month earlier. But somehow or other Jerry hadn't felt like working while the weather was warm, and it had been unusually warm. Now he had got to W hard and fast to WAS BUILDING ISLAND THER make up for lost time. But when Jerry starts in he is much like Paddy the sometimes calls “his hough really he isn’t his cousin at all. You know, Paddy is famous for the way he wo: Jerry had chosen the place for his mew house with great care. There were some splendid strong bulrushes grow- ing in the water and the water was @bout two feet deep. Right in among these rushes was just the place for the foundations of his house. ~ At first, be- cause he was so late in building, he had planned only a small house. But as he worked- and found material close at band he decided to have a big house. *“I'll 'have the biggest house I've ever had.” said he, talking to himself. “T'll show Billy Mink and Little Joe Otter and the rest of the people around here ‘what a real house is like. I'll make it big enough so that I can have company when I want it. Some of the children may want to stay with me this Winter. Mrs. Muskrat seems to think that our old home 1n the bank is good enough, A LITTLE | E. BY THORNTON W. BURGESS when she sees this house she'll but change her mind. So Jerry began dragging to the place he had chosen a lot of old dead rushes and grass and bits of sod and mud |and roots. He had dug a lot of this | stuft out of the bottom of the Smiling Pool for some little distance around the place where the house was to be. At | first he just piled it up. By and by | he had piled it so high that it began |to appear above the surface of the water. He was building a little island there. The island grew bigger and big- ger. It wouldn't have been so big had the material not been so handy. The part under water was very largely mud, with just enough of vegetation to hold it together. In digging up this mud he made the water deeper right around the | little island. He did this purposely. “There is nothing like plenty of water when you want to swim,” said Jerry, when Mrs. Jerry asked him why he was making the foundation of his house so big. “This mud is easy to dig and when the Smiling Pool freezes and the ice gets thick we'll never have to worry for fear the water will freeze clear to the bottom. It may do that | where the water is less deep, but it won't do it here.” | ‘At last Jerry had a good-sized island. | At least that is what it looked like. When he wanted to rest he would climb | up on it and just sit there. It was a splendid place to sit. He became so fond of it that he would bring his meals over there to eat. Now that the little island was above water he didn’t use so much mud. He cut rushes and brought grass and sometimes small sticks. He still used a little mud, but the mud was not so easy to get now. The rushes and other material were much easier to get. “Now,” said he, “I must have a good tunnel.” A house is no good if it does not have a good tunnel. A tunnel is as important as any part of the house.” So Jerry dug a channel from the deeper water of the Smiling Pool over to the mud base of his house and a tunnel up through this, which opened into what would by and by be a very good-sized room. He took great pains with this tunnel. When it was com- pleted to suit him he went on heaping up rushes and sticks and other material on that little island. It kept settling. Then Jerry would cut out from under- neath so as to make a little room where the tunnel entered. “Yes,” said Jerry, “this is going to be the finest house I ever have buiit.” (Copyright. 1928.) LITTLE BENNY BY LEE PAPE. In skool today Miss Kitty was ix- plaining about the werd unselfishniss, saying, Unselfishniss is one of the grate virtues of the werld, if a person is unselfish it really means that they take more intrist in others than they do in themselves, and I am sure each and every one of you will agree with me wen I say that your mother is un- selfish, because I am sure she loses site of her own panes and trubbles in thinking about yours. And wen I got home ma was laying on the sofer in the living room making unsattisfied sounds to_herself like she does wen she has a hed ake, saying, Now for goodness sakes Benny, my hed is splitting in a thousand different di- rections, so dont make any more noise than is necesserry, and I dont see why any should be necesserry. Me thinking, G, maybe if I make up some trubbles of my own, maybe her unselfishniss will help her to forget her hed ake. And T sed, Well G, ma, your hed ake may be bad but I bet it aint as bad as the big scratct on my leg that the broken glass mide. How did that happen, it sounds per- feckly awful, ma sed almost sitting up, and T sed, Well, its stopped bleeding almost. Anyways, ma, wats that amount to alongside of the big hole in my foot ware the rusty nale went in? I sed. O my graycious that sounds like blud poison, let me see it this instant, ma sed, and I sed, Have you forgot the hed ake yet, ma? and she sed, Wat do you mean? G herray, youve forgot all about it, I sed. Well then forget all about me too, ma, because I was never cut by any glass and I havent ran a nale in me anywares since last year, I sed. O wat a boy, ma sed. Meening me, @and she laid down agen weak, saying, O such a hed. Meening hers. AUNT HET BY ROBERT QUILLEN. “A mother should think of the fu- ture. I don't know how many times Y've wished Pa’s mother had spanked him more frequent when he was little.” Abe Martin Says: Mrs. Leghorn Tharp went t' Fiptown t'day t' identify a hammer victim an’| take in th’ ball game. I don't know whether it's th’ farm- ers or not, but somebuddy's certainly cleanin’ up on barley. & i = SEIRUSIN. ] Buying At Home I < s - © I always buy my goods at home, my corkscrew and my fine-tooth comb, my hats and overshoes, the things I wish to eat and drink, my writing paper and my ink, and pastes and liquid glues. And if a thing I buy proves bad, the man who sold it's in the grad, where I can call him down; I call upon him at his store, and there I rant and rear and roar, and roast him good and brown. It is a heavenly relief to have a chance to scold and beef when one is feeling mean; the local merchant doesn’t mind: it is his business to be kind and patient and serene. He lis- tens with a genial smile until I have worked off my bile, then candidly ex- plains: “A bonehead clerk got orders mixed, and I will see the blunder’s fixed—I wish no lawless gains. I hope to run this moral store for years to come, and then some more, and that cannot be done unless I treat my patrons white, and give them, every day and night, full value for their mon. I'm glad when people come along and tell me where I'm in the wrong, and cail me smoking names; I like to hear them rant and roar, and chew the rag and paw the floor, and bust their blooming hames.” He hands me then a good cheroot and tells me I'm a braw galoot, a credit to my sex; the air is cleared up by the squall, we're friends and we proceed to fall upon each other’s necks. But if I send my coin abroad, and buy some goods which are a fraud, there’s no one I can cuss; I cannot call upon the skate who beat me by a hundredweight, and raise a bitter fuss. Perhaps I jump on him by mail and may in time get back my kale, but that gives small relief; when | some marauder grinds my face I want to meet him An a place where I may whoop and beef. WALT MASON. HooxiMG tcEcream FROM THE PARTY T oR1GINAL (3ACK) PORCH CAMPAIGN THE CHEERFUL CHERUB I envy those who cast b restraint aside And break all rules to heve their little Fling I cannot do it Tve A conscience inconvenient thing . EdwiNna Yeh! Whose Fault Is It, By S.LHUNTLEY Weather or Not. KENKLING Everybody’s Doing It Now! Watchful Waiting. ALBERTINE RANDALL At the Sewing Circle. often tried — i rPop i an B Momano WHAT ON EARTH DID YOUL THROW UP YOUR JOB WITH DR. KILO WATTS FOR ? NOwW THAT PAS BUSINESS HAS FAILED WE ARE ALL IN A FINE HESS GOOFY! y ; Goofy | Meets a | Hard-Roiled CAN'T WAVE GEE NUTHIN' ' wH .\ — MY LANDY, Y00 DONT SEE W WORRY ING DO you?| Soné DAY You'RE GONNA REALIZE You MARRIED A IMART GUY -~ JUST LEAVE 'T To ME JULE - ILL TAKE CARE OF R PA '~ You! mm Al \// /) HOH ! IF SHE ONLY KNEW Tf oM TH FL® FLOP FLM COMPANY S PRYROLL FOR FIVE HUNDRED BUCKS A WEEK, SHED SING A DIFFERENT TUNE! I'LL DROP IN THE STUDIO AN' JEE IF THEY HAVE THe ENARIO YET FoR My FIRST Comedy ? 767 po 1 AN You CANT Cott€ IN HERE YoUN& FELLER! THIS IS TH' FLIP FLOP FILM CortPany's STupo - 1TS o T TELL NE COME (M Do you I'M WILLIAM DESMOND BOWERS You BiG SAp!! You CANT TREAT ME THIS way! o€ n5 " CoMTINUED - i HEN, NOW, WONDER WOV TIME YA SEE— B HADDA WATCH \ (OULD TeELL YA RIGHT T\ME OFF WOT | \TOWUZ, AN'- y s GEE_WHZ': IF TAZY'RE SO TIRED OF HEARW' ME ASK FER_A WATCH, WHY IDON'T THEY G\T ME ONE, AN LEMME QUI\T .. S NaC SEAN, TH REASOND X &= WY HE PLAYS 50 FONNY 15 CAUSE HE TOOK A CORRE SPONDEN COURSE AN THEY SENT HIM TWO TROMBONE LESSONS BY o MSTAKE, Neeawy ~E A cow DAnCy &\ cair 0 DANCE. (e &) FoR -Twe LoVE or BACKSPIN / A woLe LONG, 640 YARDS 587 WHO Y H00) o Tk \uware IS A PAR FINE INIQUITY HAT'S PAR FOR WS HoLg, Doc ? JIMMIE DUGAN CANT COME OUT TO-DAY : ON ACCOUNT OF HE WAS LATE FOR HIS VEAH,MISS SALWY, 1 ALLUS FEEL JEST LIKE TH’ ) WEATHER = WHEN 1T'S RAINY , IM BLUE WHEN TH' SUN'S SHININ | 1M sMiLn'_Now on A NIGHT LIKE THIS OWn YES, FREQUENTLY TS WIS OWN FAULT FOR STAVIN' IN THE MOV ES [ J[I vES. THE coTTo HAVE MOVEP N T OUGHTA BE ENOUGH FOR HAVE YOU CALLED ON YOUR NEW NEIGHBORS, YEY ? S CANT T BALMY THIS EVENIN AN’ HE WANTED TO STAY LONG ENOUGH TO SEE THE OTHER HORSE 0, BUT I'M GOIN' To -IF £ I MiSS_ANY_MORE, CARRO FROM THE. 5TORRE$\OLQ>RQ x> WOOD_FROM THE WOODSHED !!

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