Evening Star Newspaper, December 28, 1928, Page 40

THE EVENING STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C; FRIDAY; DECEMBER 28, 1928." HEY CLARICE, YOU'RE MAKING A BIG MISTAKE IN ’ TAKING A& MALE BOARDER” A LADY BOARDER IS DAWGONIT! AS LONG AS THE OL 1ADY HAS HER HEART SET ON TAKING IN A BOARDER, I WISH SHED LISTEN ALOYSWS P. M2GIMS, TVE STUDIED THIS PAYING GUEST SITUATION AND \T'S GONG To BE A MAN! WONEN ARE Tod FUSSY = THEYRE ALWAYS COMPLAINING AND YERP WELL 1 KNOW & LOoT Of Guys THAT USE HOTEL TOWELS THE CHEERFUL CHERUB BY THORNTON W. BURGESS BEDTIME STORIE Reddy Torments Peter. ©Of smooth and oily tongues beware: They oft deceive while speaking fair. —Mrs. Peter Rabbit. Straight toward the dear Old Briar- tch trotted Reddy Fox. Peter Rab- it, peeping out between the brambles, | t00. with Mrs. Peter right behind him, watched Reddy approach. Reddy came straight up to the edge of the dear Old Briar-patch. He saw Peter and Mrs. Peter at once. You see, with the leaves all gone, it was an easy matter to see all through the dear Old Briar- patch. Then, too, Peter and Mrs. Peter, in their little brown coats, showed up against the white snow. For just a second there was a hungry gleam in the eyes of Reddy Fox. He was tempt- ed to try to force his way into the dear ©Old Briar-patch. But on second thought he realized how hopeless it would be to try to catch Peter and Mrs. Peter there. They had private little paths cut all through the #HELLO, FOLKS,” SAID HE. “HOW DO YOU FIND YOURSELVES ‘THESE DAYS?” Old Briar-patch and they could run along these without any trouble at all. But Reddy would have to force his ‘way through the brambles and briars. He would only tear his coat and hurt *himself, while Peter and Mrs. Peter kept out of his way. So Reddy sat ~down just outside and grinned at Peter and Mrs. Peter. He tried to make that grin a good-natured one. “Hello, folks!” said he. “How do you find yourselves these days?” Peter said nothing, and Reddy con- tinued: “These are hard times. I don’t suppose you have a great deal to _eat, but you ought to be very thank- ful that you have anything at all. I see by the bushes and little trees here ‘that you have been eating bark and --twigs. Be thankful that you have > bark and twigs to eat. You don’t know ‘what real hunger is. Why, I can’t get :ieven a Meadow Mousé these days. By “the way, I was up in Farmer Brown's ~dooryard last night and I saw some ‘gabbage leaves that had been thrown «out there. I thought of you right y, 4 said: Peter Rabbit ought to have those leaves. How ;7he would enjoy them!’” <, In spite of all he could do, Peter’s Jmouth began to water. There was a 2"Jook of longing in his eyes that Reddy x saw right away. " 7 have an idea,” sald Reddy, “that .you would find plenty to eat inside Farmer Brown's barn. Of course, I don’t eat that kind of food myself, but inside that barn is a lot of clover hay. open and I saw a lot of apples in there. I should think, Peter, that you would go up there. it isn’t very far. I have an idea that you would find plenty up there. I smelled something that smelled to me like carrots. And I think there are turnips up there, By this time Peter Rabbit was fairly squirming. _Yes, sir, he was fairly squirming. You see, he really was being tormented. Just the thought of cab- bage and clover hay and apples and carrots only such a shart distance away as Farmer Brown's dooryard, was al- most more than he could bear. “Well,” said Reddy, “I must be go- ing along. If I don't keep hunting I never will eat. I don't like to £hink of anybody else as hungry as I am, so I thought I would just pass the word along to you about those good things which you can get as well as not, if you are reasonably smart. I wish some- body would tell me where I could get a good meal. Good-by, Peter. Good-by, Mrs. Peter. ‘With this, Reddy Fox trotted off to- ward the Green Forest. Peter and Mrs. Peter watched him until he became nothing more than a red spot and then finally disappeared. Peter sighed. It was a long, dismal sort of sigh. *I wish I had one of those cabbage leaves right now,” said he, “Don’t you believe a word that Reddy !" spoke up Mrs. Peter. (Copyright, 1928.) % The Modest One | < < One evening, in the Blue Front store, we talked of scraps and flowing gore, of doughty deeds we had performed when by a berserk fury warmed. Old men are prone to jar the truth when telling stories of their. youth; they’d have the world believe that then they were all kinds of supermen. And so we told of savage fights we had long since with other wights; ah, then we all were Deadwood Dicks who took much pride in shooting hicks, and when we shot the luckless ones we put new notches on our guns. As deadly as a rattle- snake, we left disaster in our wake; we faced Bill Hickok in his wrath and fairly pushed him from the path. ‘Thus one wild tale another bred; we took long breaths and went ahead with talk of death and homicide, and each one knew the others lied. We are as mild a bunch of men as ever dodged an angry hen. There was a stranger there that night, an old, tall man whose hair was white; he listened to each dizzy tale until the anecdotes grew stale, and then he rose and yawned and cried, “It surely fills my heart with pride that I have met you warlike men; good night, I hope we'll meet again.” Then he de- parted and a roar of laughter filled the Blue Front store. The owner of that mart of trade a most unseemly mirth displayed. We asked him why he wrenched his face with merriment quite out of place. “That man,” he said, “is old Cap Green, who was the boss of Abilene when blood was flowing fetlock high, and every hour saw some one die. He was a wizard with a gun, a fame like Masterson’s he won; and here he sat without a word while you reeled off your yarns absurd.” Then we went home and felt like gents who ‘would be dear at twenty cents. WALT MASON. (Copyright. 1928 I peeped in once when the door was LITTLE BENNY BY LEE PAPE. Mr. and Mrs. Hews came to see pop and ma last nite, and pop and Mr. Hews was smoking and looking up at the ceiling and ma and Mrs. Hews was tawking about diffrent subjecks such as - how much cooks eat and how much ‘they wunt to sleep, and weather skerts “‘are going to be higher or lower and - about John Barrymore getting married .agen, and ma sed, But my goodness this will never do, look at the men, they ‘look bored stiff, Im sure their just itch- - dng to tawk pollitics and tariffs and 2 \‘J:-mx;i wa: on o‘ver in my room a wile d give them a free rain. ".nYes, thats rite, our little trivialities must be agony for them to lissen to, Mrs. Hews sed. " And her and ma went into ma’s room and pop and Mr. Hews stopped looking . up at the ceiling and started to tawk to each other, and after a wile ma and Mrs. Hews came back, ma saying, Well, -¢o you feel better, did you have a good tawk? and Mrs. Hews saying, I hope we didnt miss too much, wat did you tawk about? O, this and that, Mr. Hews sed, and I #ed, I know wat they tawked about, I bet I can remember everything they sed. Ferst they sed you was rite about cooks eating and sleeping so much and ‘Mr. Hews sed he had to make his own cawflee one morning because the cook ‘wouldnt wake up, and then they tawked - about ladies skerts still being so short and getting shorter, and Mr. Hews sed he cant get shocked at them any more 50 he’s stopped trying, and pop sed if they get any shorter now theyll be ruffies, and then they tawked about -John Barrymore getting married agen and pop sed some men can stand a lot . of_punishment. ‘Well my lands they tawked about ex- Betly the same things that we tawked sbout, hee hee, ma sed, and Mrs. Hews $ed, Heavy thinkers, hee hee. And they all started to play bridge :.ln:d'; ‘went to bed on account of hav- g to. Abe Martin Says: “Th’ trouble with lots o’ us is that we prepare fer th’ best instead o’ th’ worst. One o' th’ finest accomplishments is makin’ a long story short. (Copyright, 1928.) Cherry and Nut S:lad. 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