Evening Star Newspaper, January 1, 1929, Page 31

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BEDTIME STORIES Two Disappointed Hunters. = Some folks cannot stand a loss. Disappointment makes them cross. = —Peter Rabbit. Reddy Fox was waiting, tense and eager, to see, Peter Rabbit come bob- bing around the corner of Farmer Brown’s barn in the moonlight. He was all ready to spring instantly. But Peter didn’t come. Reddy waited only a mo- “WELL,” DEMANDED REDDY, “DID YOU GET HIM?" ment or two. Could it be that Hooty the Owl had caught Peter after all? Hurriedly, Reddy turned the corner of the barn. ‘There, perched on the top of the little house of Bowser the Hound. was a big bird. It was Hooty the Ow!. But_nowhere could Reddy see any sign of Peter Rabbit. It couldn't be that Hooty had swallowed Peter whole. Per- haps he had caught Peter and had dropped him on_the other side of the little house of Bowser the Hound. With all the hair along the shoulders | and back of the neck standing on end, Reddy stalked stifiy forward until he was very near the listle house of Bowser the Hound. He glared angrily up at Hooty the Owl. “Well.” demanded Reddy, “did you get him?” “What business is it of yours whether or not I got him?” hissed Hooty the owl. “It's just this much my_business,” retorted Reddy. “It was I who got Peter Rabbit to come up here.” “That doesn’t have anything to do with it,” retorted Hooty the Owl. “Peter BY THORNTON W. BURGESS Rabbit belongs to the one who catches him.” Reddy Fox grinned and it was a mean, tantalizing kind of grin. “Then he | doesn’t belong to you,” he declared. “If you had caught him you wouldn't be sitting around waiting here.” Of course, this was true, and Hooty knew it was of no use to preten wasn't. “Well,” said he as before, no business of yours. time.” Meanwhile Reddy was looking every- where for some sign of Peter Rabbit. Where he could have disappeared to was more than Reddy could understand, He couldn't see anything for Peter to have hidden under or behind. It was very mysterious. It was just as if Peter had been swallowed whole. which of course, was something that couldn’t happen. Also, it was quite clear to Reddy that Hooty was just as much disappointed as was he himself. The thought came to him that it would be to quarrel over some one that neither one of them had caught. Reddy.sud- denly sat down and began to grin. “All right, Hooty,” said he. to that. Peter Rabbit certainly yours when you catch him. But you haven't caught him and neither have I We ought to work together. Yes, sir. that's what we ought to do. We ought to help each other, so that one or the other of us will be sure to get him. I don't mind telling you that I was sure of having Peter tonight. I was lying in wait for him and in a moment or two I would have had him, had you not come along. After he ran toward the barn I couldn't’ see what became of him. When he didn't appear from around the corner of the barn I thougiit you had caught him. What became of him?” Hooty fixed his great. round, fierce yellow eves on Reddy Fox. I know what became of him.,” said he, “but I don’t know why I should tell you.” ““There’s no reason why you should tell me, Brother Hooty.” declared Reddy in his pleasantest way. “There is no reason at all. I am just naturally curi- ous, that is all. I wonder if he could have popped into this little house you are sitting on.” “No,” said Hooty,“ he didn't do that. If you dom't belleve me, just look in there vourself. “Did he dodge around the other side of the barn?” ask Reddy. “No,” said Hooty, “‘he didn't do that.” “Well, then, what did he do?" de- manded Reddy. “He just disappeared,” said Hooty. (Copyright, 1928.) LITTLE BENNY BY LEE PAPE. Pop was smoking and thinking and ma sed, I think its a mitey funny thing that I havent had a werd from my sister Fanny to let me know she re- ceeved the Chrisssmas present I sent little Herbit, not that I expect any grate outporing of thanks but I would appriciate a little acknowledgement, ess knows she's had a super abundants of time to sit down and dash me a few lines, but of corse on the other hand its within the bounds of possibility that the packidge never even got there, dont you think so? Willyum? Wat? O I gess so, sure, pop sed. and ma sed, Willyum P. Potts you didn't hear a single blessed solitary werd I sed. I certenly did, pop sed, and ma sed, Then wat, wat did I say? You sed the spred of terrorism in Russia seems to be rather disappoint- ing in its results but that as far as you personly were concerned you had never had a very optimistick view of the situation although its agenst your principals to segu about saying I told wou 50, pop sed. ‘Thats just a pack of groundless fab- rications and I knew you hadent herd one remote sillable, ma sed. Well wat did you say, then? pop sed, and ma sed, Wat I reely sed, was, I sed it was a sin and a_shame that a full grown man with all his faculties can sit in the bosom of his family like 2 defl mute in a daze. No you dident, cawt you that time. pop sed. Wat you reely sed was, did Fanny get her present or dident she, and if she did why dident she and if she dident why did she, he sed. Willyum P. Potts you herd me all 8 time and I think your one of the meenest and most irritating exasperat- ing men in the 7 werlds, ma sed. And she was g%mg to say more, ony pop quick asked her if she wunted to &0 to the movies, Wich she did. Lessons in English BY W. L. GORDON. Words often misused: Do not say, “I Yeceive fifty dollars per week.” Say “a week.” “Per” is a Latin preposition to be used only with Latin words—per annum, per diem. Often mispronounced: Pronounce e-gre-. bo “he,” or e-gre-ji-us Often misspelled: Egregious. e's as in Baptize, z; bap- jnyms: Anticipate, expect, await, teh, Word study: “Use a word three times @and it is yours.” Let us increase our vocabulary by mastering one word each day. Today's word: Excrutiating; ex- tremely painful. “He had suffered ex- crutiating tortures.” l LIFE’S DARKEST MOM NT.—BY WEBSTER N\ & N\ LISTENING UNLOAD HIS ———— O Rom P o P bk Vo) T It strikes me th' newspapers print an awful lot o’ stuff about Wall street an’ th’ stock exchange considerin’ only about two per cent o' our entire popu- lation know what it's about. Never leave a moment unguarded. (Copyright, 1929.) L2 < A New Year P]eége | ° o If all the locoed human critters who spend good coin for bootleg bitters would vow to quit that course of folly, which yields but grief and melancholy, and if they'd keep that pledge com- pletely, one problem would be settled neatly. The prohibition situation is bothering this moral Nation; it's given rise to gangster vandals and bribery and other scandals, corruption rules exalted places and murder leaves its gory traces, and everywhere the hooze is flowing, according to statistics’ showing. How to suppress the fright- ful traffic? I give the clue, in lan- guage graphic. Let all who drink illicit whisky and other draughts that make them frisky, attach their names to solemn pledges—on which no good sport ever hedges—to quit consuming gin and brandy, and ‘all such dopes as may be handy, which ruin stomachs, lights and livers—and henceforth drink from wells and rivers. Then in a week our present trouble will blow up like a tawdry bubble. The gangsters now pursuing riches will have to farm or dig in ditches; the mariners who now go sailing with cargoes which will cause much wailing. will have no mar- ket for their toddies and theyll b2 pained in souls and bodies. The out- come would be quite amusing if every one would cut out boozing; and men equipped to think and reason should do it at this happy season, for booze will only bring them sorrow, a head- | ache and green taste tomorrow. I WALT MASON. NOW, BEFORE | GO THERE'S. A LITTLE ADVICE | WANT 0 GIVE YOU. BE TEMPERATE 14 EVERYTHING, BE MODEST. AMD COURTEOU 5, ACQUIRE THE HABIT OF RIGID E£COMOMY. REMEMBER THAT HARD WORK WILL HELP You To FORGET YouR. DESTIMY AMND= €Tc.,€7C. NIRRNINANY “ra THE OLD MAN LINE OF PLATITUDES If 1 didn't get | him this time I'll get him some other | the silliest thing in all the Great World | OH ! WHAT A NEW YEAR'S szz THAT WAS! My HEAD FEELI Ly A CROSSWORD PUZZLE — WELL, TLL PULL MYSELF TOGETHER AND GET OUT AND SNIFF THE AIR!! OH Boy — WHAT A NOODLE - THE CHEERFUL CHERUB BTSSR Time by itself is all alike. : We fill it vp with joy or woe. Sf\ if we want 2 appy year Why we're the ones to make it so. 1 e - — TS NEW YEARS DAY — A GOOD TIME TO FIND OUT WHATS IN STORE FOR ME DURING 1929 —. 11L TAKE A CHANCE ON THIS RINCE GOOLASH - bt o AH! DROTHER 1 SEE MUCH TROUBLE DURING THE EARLY PART OF 1929 FOR THEE — 1 SEE A DARK MAN, YES A VERY DARK MAN — HE SEEMS To BE IN Your HOME == HE 1S CONSUMING VAST QUANTITIES OF FOOD — HE IS A DISTURBER, 1 SEE STORM AND STRIFE, AND HARSH . WORDS — HE WILL CAUSE MUCH TROUBLE - DAWGONIT! IM SURE NOW CLARICE IS MAKING A MISTAKE IN TAKING IN A BOARDER ! WELL TvE GOT To LoOK OUT PR A DARK Gy — | | | parny N) /s DON'T BE SILLY, JEFF. THAT'S ONLY SOME AMATEUR HUNTER TRYIAG TO IMITATE A MOOSE'S CALLe 1T's CRUDE. MUTT, Do Yow HEAR THAT moose? Goes AGAIN, MUTT . THAT'S A MOOSE. If There’s One Thing Jeff Dislikes, It's an Argument. KD, YOU MAKG ME LAUGH YOUR 1BNORANCE OF MeOsSE CALLS 1S REFRESHING' Some BooB HUNTER 1S MAKING THAT nose. 7 7 . Z 7 24 \ | NER, T'VE BEEN WRITIN' A LITTLE NEW YEAR'S N — I WANTA KNOW WHAT You THINK OF T NOT 50 BAD, HUH? AN ALL OUTa MY HELLo ,Doc, -RAPPY for Golfers. YOU'DA LOST " TlL BET A NICKEL MY FATHER IS OLDERN YOUR rATHER! MY POP 15 HA PAS! FORTY-SEVEN! Reducing Exercises. By C.A.VoiGHT Up in the Air lAIwu! L YO'LETTEE EVLY - BLODY RAVE LOOK-SEE ~ YEP? K.__2 IF T HAD BET! MY DAD IS GOIN' ON FIFTY! i | — 1 WANT IT To co AlR-MaiL MY UNCLE'S FAMILY 1S ALL GO’ ON . ~zv\/\~«\/\,%\’ RN\ \ t‘ioouvoufl = HAPPY NEW YEAR.! MAY THE WEEPS BE FEW AND THE LALGHS BE LOUD, MAY THE SILVER LINING OBECLRE THE CLOuD; 3 MAY THE BEST YOU'YE HAD,BZ THE WORST YoU'LL §ET— MAY ’29 BE YOUR BEST YEAR YET! el Wallnyton——e gottew A RED SLED For caristuns P HE TOLE 'EM AT SUPPER LAS NIGHT 3 "WATCH Tue BUTTER kiDS, 1 HAD MY GALARY CUT JO-DAY S0 WE'RT GOIN' on EIGHTY A MONTH Now! THAT'S NUTHING EIGHTY? 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