Evening Star Newspaper, December 27, 1928, Page 40

EVENING STAR, WASHINGTON, D. ¢, THURSDAY, DECEMBER 27, 1928 BEDTIME STORIES *. Peter Rabbit’s Discontent. Did e'er a person live who neer A discontented look did wear? —Peter Rabbit. Peter Rabbit had a grouch. In other words, he felt very much out of sorts. He was discontented. Peter wasn't alto- gether to blame for being discontented. It was chiefly a matter of food. Peter and Mrs. Peter over in the dear Old Briar-patch were living almost alto- gether on bark and such tender twigs as they could find. Now, bark is all right | for an occasional meal, but to have nothing but bark and twigs day after day is enough to upset the good nature of any one. Anyway, that is what Peter Rabbit says, and Peter ought to know. ‘You see, the Green Meadows and the Green Forest were buried in snow. Peter couldn’t remember when there had been 5o much snow so early in the Winter. Of course, this meant that Peter and Mrs. Peter could only get such foods as they could find above the snow, and this meant nothing but bark and twigs. “I wonder if this is going to last all ‘Winter,” grumbled Peter, as he looked Jongingly out of the dear old Briar- patch across to the snow-covered Green Forest. “If I keep on eating nothing but bark and twigs, I shall turn into a tree or a bush, or something of that kind. for a taste of something green!” « Little Mrs. Peter looked at Peter anxiously. She knew just what was going on in Peter’s mind. She knew My, my, what wouldn't I give that he was longing to run over to| the Green Forest. “It isn't any harder for you than it is for me,” said she. “True, my dear, quite true,” replied Peter, “but I have an idea that if we were to go over to the Green Forest we could find something besides bark and twigs. If we stay here this is all we shall have until the snow goes.” “It probably would be all that we should get over in the Green Forest.” replied timid little Mrs. Peter. “You ought to be thankful that we have bark and twigs. Some people couldn't eat bark and twigs if they wanted to.” “I don't care what other people can do or cannot do. I'm not_thinking about other people,” retorted Peter. “I have an idea we might find a frozen apple or two up in the Old Orchard.” “We might if we knew exactly where o dig,” snapped little Mrs. Peter, cross- 1y, “but who is going to tell us where to dig? You know just as well as I do that any apples on the ground are Buried in snow.” BY THORNTON BURGESS “Just the same, there must be some- ! thing somewhere besides bark and twigs,” persisted Peter. “Besides, I need to stretch my legs. I haven't had exer- | cise enough lately.” “Peter Rabbit, you are thinking of leaving the dear old Briar-patch and you know very well that it is the safest place in all the Great World just at present,” declared little Mrs. Peter, severely. “But I'm hungry!” protested Peter. “So am 1.” said little Mrs. Peter, “but we won't starve here and we are safe. And what is a little hunger compared with the danger of losing our lives?” “Pooh!” said Peter. *“I haven't been | caught yet. I'm not afraid.” “You haven't been caught yet, but = = =3 “I WONDER IF THIS IS GOING TO LAST ALL WINTER,” GRUMBLED PETER. that isn't saying you won't be caught,” snapped little Mrs. Peter. “I never did see such a discontented fellow. Reddy Fox and Old Man Coyote are just as hungry as we are, and perhaps a little hungrier, and hunger sharpens Wwits. They are twice as dangerous as in times when they can get plenty to eat. You stay right here in the dear old Briar- patch. I don’t want to be left alone here and I certainly am not going with you. There is Reddy Fox now and he is headed this way. What do you sup- pose he wants?” Peter grinned in spite of himself. “He wants us,” replied Peter. For once Peter was quite right. (Copyright, 1928.) LITTLE BENNY BY LEE PAPE. After suppir pop was smoking and thinking, saying to ma, Here we are almost on the brink of a new year, and I havent decided weather to make my annual resolutions or not. My goodness dont tell me you mean your resolutions to stop smoking. ma sed. Thats the one, pop sed, and ma sed, My lands youve made that every year since we been married and you havent kept it once. Thats just it, thats the very point, pop sed. Its come to be almost a tra- dition with me, and although I dont like to get in 2 rut and allow conven- tions to rule my life, yet & man or a country without traditions is no better than a werm. Im sure you wouldnt like to see me a werm, he sed. 1d like to see you make that resolu- tion and keep it, that would be a red letter in your life, ma sed. But just to make a resolution in one ear and z:; the other, wat sents is that? she ‘Weather I keep it or not duzent enter into the matter, pop sed. Its the prin- cipal of the thing, its a tradition. Sup- pose we all stopped saying Good morn- ing to peeple we dont care a rap about? It would immeeditly change us into a nation of grouches, wouldnt it? he sed. Why would it? ma sed, and pop sed, Exackly, so you see wat Im up agenst. Im up agenst the terrible power of a tradition, something thats come down through the years gathering force on its way. But on the other hand I dont wunt to be a slave to conventfons, like the ancient Chineze, so I am torn be- tween 2 conflicting forces, so to speak. By gollies I know, Tll toss up, heds I resolve to stop smoking as usual, tales I tern a deff ear to tradition, he sed. And he tossed up a dime and looked at it saying, Heds, at the first faint flush of 1929 I say goodby to nickotine, Hee hee dont make me laff, ma sed. Meening he would keep on smoking Just a same. ‘Wich he proberly will. My Neighbor Says: When whipping cream, cut a hole in the middle of a sheet of oiled paper and slip the paper over the beater below the wheel. Spread the paper over the bowl and the cream will not spatter. Instead of tying bridge covers on the corners with tapes, make a tiny square pocket on the un- derside of each corner and fasten with a snap. In each pocket put 2 small weight to keep the cover in_position. Whites of eggs will not fall after they are whipped if a pinch of cream of tartar is added while they are being whipped. Don’t neglect to oil your vac- uum cleaner and electric washer. 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