Evening Star Newspaper, October 6, 1928, Page 15

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BEDTIME STORIES i Three Heads Together. |l When something really must be done, | ‘Three heads are thrice as good as one. —Johnny Chuck. ‘When Reddy Fox left Johnny Chuck, Jerry Muskrat and Mrs. Muckrat he never once looked behind him. But they turned to watch him. They didn't take their eyes from him. Not until he had disappeared around the corner of the cornfield did they even look at each other. “Well,” sald Jerry Muskrat as Reddy glisappeared, “what do you make of BY THORNTON W. BURGESS I don't know that he is where I think he is. But unless I am greatly mis- taken he is over in the corn watching us this very instant. He's waiting, and. he will continue to wait. He's hoping that we will separate and that he'll get a chance to get one of you two alone. I know Reddy Fox. I've known him ever since I was a little fellow at my mother's heels. He could fool me once, but he can’t fool me now. If you folks that my advice, you will finish your breakfast and then get back to the water.” “Perhaps we had better get back to rat. “There’s no hurry,” explained John- ny. “You may as well finish your breakfast. You are just as safe now as vou were when he came over here. As long as we stay together he won't bother us “That sounds like good advice,” sald Jerry Muskrat. *“As long as I am here I should like to fill up. Do you really think he is hiding over there in the corn?” “I'm sure of it,” replied Johnny. “I think I could go right to the spot where he is. Do you see that yellow pumpkin over there in the corn?” Jerry sald that he saw it. “Well,” replied Johnny Chuck, “I be- lieve he is right behind that.” Johnny suddenly sat up and Jooked long and hard. “That's where he is,” said he. “When I sit up I can see him peeking #DON'T YOU BELIEVE IT; YOU'RE ONLY FOOLING YOURSELF,” DE- CLARED JOHNNY CHUCK. | that? | He certainly was polite. It must be that he isn't hungry this morning.” |about him. you're just| Granny Fox were along with him, it “Don’t you believe it; fooling yourself,” declared Johnny | Chuck. “If you had been alone, you| would have found it a very different | matter. There would have been no politeness on the part of Reddy Fox.| But with three of us he didn't know what to do. He didn't dare fight three | of us” . | “Well,” declared Mrs. Muskrat, “he's gone now, so I guess we'd better finish | our breakfast and get back to the water.” Johnny looked at Mrs. Muskrat and | saw that she really believed what she | said. Then he looked at Jerry and saw | that there was a little doubt in Jerry's eyes. “T guess you don’t know Reddy Fox s well as I do.” he said. “Of course, I can't see Reddy this minute, and 0 around that pumpkin. Tl tell you what—we'll move over to the edge of the carrot patch nearest to the water and farthest from Reddy. Then you and Mrs. Muskrat eat your fill. As long as Reddy is alone e won't WoITy 1t Mrs. Reddy or Old would be different. Then we would be in danger. I'm not afraid of Reddy alone, as I have already told you. But I would be afraid of two Foxes at the same time. Now go ahead and eat and I'll keep watch.” So Jerry and Mrs. Muskrat went on with their breakfast. They ate hur- riedly, for they were nervous. And all the time Johnny Chuck sat up watch- ing that yellow pumpkin over in the cornfield, behind which Reddy Fox was hiding. There was a sly little grin on Johnny Chuck’s face. “Some folks are not so smart as they thli‘nk they are,” said Johnny to him- self, I wonder just what he meant, don't you? y (Copyright. 1928.) the water right away,.’ said Mrs. Musk- | s ep grinning at all o‘z' her 'Ermksg. And thos turn back on fate. ™= o There Was a Reason! Mg;’mx =] N e Joke b Goofy Isn’t Taking Any Chances. THIRTY THREE MINUTES AFTER REFRESHMENTS 1S BEING SERVED,FOLKS = GO GIT ‘EM ‘FORE THEY THROW T ouT! GEE! \F JULIE ONLY KNEw I HaD $500 W MY POCKET, SHED UNDERSTAND ! THATS A LOT OF MONEY — Ip DETTER SOCK IT RIGHT AWAY IN TW' BANK! T WONDER WHERE THERES A GOD SAFE BANK? 1D HATE To 1L.0S€ HE AWN'T_TOLD ™MY LAN 'S FER oT MATTER M WOT TIME 1T 151\ — L) NINE Dfi ‘S 15 OVER THERE. EATIN'_SEE ] DOE! Look STRONG EnoLEt ™ ME! TLL TRY ANOTHER 4 NO WONDER YOU WUZN'T" ‘ROUND TE\_\_\N"‘ MY LAND . AWNT A WHERE'S, THAT STRANGER FROM THE CITY YOU SAID WAS BY LEE PAPE. THE WEAKLY NEWS. ‘Weather: Rain last Sattiday damn it. SISSIETY PAGE. { e " o A bannanna party took place on Mr. ;“p.;ngg | Bhorty Judges frunt steps Thersday HARMO s after skool on account of several mem- bers of sissiety was sitting there wen Mr. Judges mother found-3 bannannas that was too black and soft inside to keep any longer so she handed them out to Mr. Judge to divide up. Amung those injoying the oetasion in equal parts was Mr. Benny Potts, Mr. Artie Alixander, Mr. Sid Hunt, Mr. Sam Cross, Mr. Glasses Magee, Mr. Leroy Shooster, Mr. Skinny Martin, Mr. Ed Wernick and Mr. Puds Simkins. Miss Maud Jonsons big sister has made her a present of a big bottle of perfume called Millions of Kisses that somebody gave her and she dident like the smell of, and Miss Jonson sprink- eled it on all her frends till her mother got severel telefone calls from their CoNGRATULATIONS YOUNG MAN = YOU'VE BROKEN THE POLE SITTING REWRD BY B HOURS AND 47 MINUTES AND WoN A PRIZE OF $1000 2 orreDog‘lthgsem = LOOK AT THAT M0B YELLING FOR ME To (OME DowN! THEY'VE BEEN HANGING "ROUND EVER SINCE TVE BEEN UP HERE — — SPOSE THEY'RE WAMING FoR A CHANCE TO SEE THe GAMES Too! TS5 NOT So SOFT SITTING ON A TELEGRAPH POLE FOR SIX DAYS - BUT WHATS A GUY GONNA DO IF HE WANTS To SEE THE \WORLDS' SERIES AND HASN'T THE PRICE OF ADMISSION ? \F 1 LEFT THIS LET LWE & MY MoTTo! SiX DAYS OF IT 1S ENOUGH == TLL GNE SOMEONE ELSE mothers. POME BY SKINNY MARTIN. I Havent Bin Yet I like butter on my bred 1 like it good and thick. O if too much butter is bad for you Wat a swell way to get sick. FREE MEDICAL ADIVCE. By Dr. B. Potts, eskwire. Dear doctor, I seem to lose all my desire for sleep wen the sun shines on my face in the morning, wat shall I do? »—Leroy S. Ans —Cover your face with an open tumbrella before you go to sleep. LOST AND FOUND. Nuthing. Willie Willis BY ROBERT QUILLEN. “Skinny told me about his mother “Well, I'm thankful fer one thing, I look good without a toupee,” says Jeff Moots, whose family wuz wiped out last week, an’ yisterday his home burned. “Do you think I'd sit down with this car full o' strangers?” sald a woman t' Constable Plum’s son-in-law, up t' Inde’noplus, when he offered her his seat. (Covyright. 1928.) — 2 Painful Luxury. | It must be painful to a man to journey in a rich sedan along the vil- lage street and mark the butcher’s gloomy stare—he owes that butcher for a hare and other forms of meat. It must be painful to behold the grocer, who is waxing old, and needs all moneys due; he owes that worthy grocer cash for prunes and beans and succotash, a sack of flour or two. I'd hate to drive my limousine in state around the village green if everywhere I met sad grocers wWith imploring eyes, sad butchers heav- ing weary sighs to whom I was in debt. I couldn’t much enjoy my car, or drive it where admirers are, if tailors looked askance, suggesting that they need the groats I owe for costly vests and coats, and divers pairs of pants. It is a luxury to slide along the blooming countryside, to push the gas and steer, if you are not afraid you'll meet some creditor, on weary feet, who's chased you for a year. It takes the brightness from the day to have some chap come up and say, his face all dark with woe, “I wonder why you don't produce the money for that large, fat goose you bought six months ago?” It makes you bow your crested head to hear the baker talk of bread for which you haven't paid; you. lose your pride in your fine bus when every merchandising cuss his ledgers has dis- played. This sort of thing I would not choose, I'd rather walk in misfit shoes, and know I'd paid my bills, than be hayin’ nerves an’ I seen her havin’ ‘em | In debt and ride in pomp where all the jazzy speedsters romp along the sun today, but it sounded just like Mamma does when she’s mad.” (Copyright. 1928.) kissed hills. WALT MASON. ‘ (Copyright. 1028.) The Thrill That Comes Once in a Lifetime—By WEBSTER [YES, 51, AND, + By THE WAY, F.8., 7 * C.D., BRIMG SHoUL MAETHAT IMVOICE | SPOKE 0 YouU ABOUT TH1S MORN~ MG AMD ASK 1 ¥ | o 5T€® 1 CEFRE T< ©We 0O ACOUT THE, cormLY oRDERS WE oriLY HAVE s L&l e | e coes Home e 2 OF ¢ 7| e 7 AFTER 2 O.SHRINK MUSTERS SUFFIOENT COORAGE T CALL THE BOSS BY HI5 INITIALS 1M TRUE BUSIMESS STYLE — Ros5 wewns PLACE iy S YeARS CUTHEERT e p}'"g/ i P B KENKLING Some People Are Born Lucky. By ALBERTINE RANDALL SEAT SOME ONE ELSE WOULD CoP \T! 1 UNDERSTAND YOU'RE GOING To SPREAD ADDITIONAL MISERY ON THIS GOLF COURSE. IN THE FORM OF MORE SAND TRAPS i 5 DIDJA EVER HEAR THAT . POEM DROP A SPOON NOULL HAVE *OH DICK ! WHY DO YoU SPRAWL AROUND THAT WAY 7 YES, BETWEEN 65 AND 100 MORE TeLt Me GOING 1F YOU DROP A KN\FE A MAN COMES! IF YOU DROP A e NYou CAN'T You BE MORE SPECIFIC ? UST HOW MANY YOU'RE O PUT IN AND WOW DEEP. -THEY'LL BE ED SO HARD T MAKE NICE, POLITE RABBIT¥ !-| WHEN THEY'RE BUILT You'LL BE IN ALL OF THEM — JusT fi,\ BE PATIENT WHAT COMES WHEN You ~AND YEY YoU GO ON BEING IGNORANT AND RUDE ANP - AND- ARAT'S JUSTIT— I'LL BE IN ALL THOSE TRAPS AND 1T WILL TAKE ME SO MUCH LONGER 10 PLAY EIGHTEEN HOLES I'LL HAVE T0 CHANGE MY OPFICE ROURS AW! YER AN AWFUL FAILURE , AIN'T YER . MA? TRandail-

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