Evening Star Newspaper, January 2, 1929, Page 32

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BEDTIME STORIES *5. Reddy Solves the Mystery. Mysteries are always queer Until solution makes them clear. —Reddy Fox. Hooty the Owl isn't much given to curiosity. He had quite by accident dis- covered Peter Rabbit in Farmer Brown’s dooryard. He had almost caught Peter. It was a bright moonlight night, just such a kind of night as Hooty loves for hunting. Peter had dodged and dodged again and then run straight for Farmer Brown's barn. There, just as Hooty was reaching for him with those great claws of his, Peter had mysteriously disap- peared. It had seemed to Hooty as if Peter had vanished right through the solid wall of the barn. He had flown up on the little house of Bowser the Hound to think it over and there he had been found by Reddy Fox. You know, Reddy had been lying in wait for Peter. Not for the world would Hooty have let Reddy know that he was puzzled by Peter's disappearance, All he would REDDY STEPPED BACK AND SAT DOWN AND STARED VERY HARD AT THAT BOARD. tell Reddy was that Peter had disap- peared. Then, because he was hungry, and because he does not believe in sit- ting round worrying over disappoint- ments, Hooty abruptly spread his great wings and flew away in the direction of the Green Forest. He flew directly over Reddy Fox, yet Reddy could hear BY THORNTON BURGESS know, Hooty is one of the few birds that can fly silently. Reddy watched Hooty out of sight. Then he turned to consider the mystery don't believe,” said Reddy to himsel! “that Hooty knows any more about it than I do. ‘There is something queer about it. I think I'll look around a bit.” Reddy first went over to where he had seen Peter when Hooty the Owl first swooped at him. Then he turned and looked over toward the barn. the direction,” thought Reddy, “in which Peter went. It would bring him straight over to the barn. Then if he had kept on_he would have come out right where I was hiding. If he had dodged out across the dooryard I should have seen him. Reddy began to run back and forth with nose to the snow. Presently he caught a whiff of rabbit scent. Then he caught another. He had found Peter’s trail. Swiftly he ran forward. Straight over to the barn the trail led him. Reddy ran fast. He was running close along the barn. Sudden- 1y he stopped abruptly. He had lost the trail of Peter Rabbitt. He no longer got that tantalizing rabbit scent. He whirled around and started back, his nose close to the snow. Ah, there was that scent again! It ended right there, close to the barn, a little one side of the door. Reddy stared this way and stared that . Where had Peter Rabbit gone? Once more he put his nose to the snow and sniffed of the side of the barn right where Peter's tracks ended. He put his nose against one of the boards of the barn. The board moved. It startled Reddy so that he jumped backward. But nothing hap- pened. Then Reddy went forward again to examine that board. Again he put his nose against it and again it moved. Reddy stepped back and sat down and stared very hard at that board. He had discovered what had become of Peter Rabbit. Peter was inside the barn. Yes, sir, that is where Peter was. That board that moved was nothing but a little light door that swung either way. It had been made for Black Pussy the Cat to go in and out of the barn. Somehow Peter Rabbit had discovered it, or had known it, and when Hooty had swooped at him he had darted through into the barn, pushing that lit- tle swinging door open. To make sure, Reddy went over and ushed. ~‘The little door swung back, ut the opening wasn't big_enough for Reddy to pass through. He couldn’t no sound of those great wings. You follow Peter into the barn. Straight Talks to Women About Money BY MARY ELIZABETH ALLEN. Home for the Holidays. Your children are now home for the holidays, and they probably are receiv- ing the traditional indulgence of the happy mother. It will be thoughtless to extend that indulgence to matters of money. The fact that a child is home from school is no reason to agree that his or her financial needs have grown. If they have grown, it is up to the child to pre- pare for the additional expense by sav- ini from his allowance while at school. others may help children to “get along” on their available funds by pro- }n?‘ing home entertainments and af- airs. Only in recent years have the young men and women been in the habit of paying fabulous prices for their amuse- ments. There are two ways to cure this thriftlessness. One is by limiting the allowance of the child and the other is by offering a suitable and attractive alternative. Girls home from school should be re- LITTLE BENNY BY LEE PAPE. Last nite ma was looking at the list of peeple she sent Crissmas presents to, saying to pop, Well Willyum, I flatter myself that I figured it out very neetly, 1 sent a present to every single person that sent me one. But did everybody that got a present from you send you one? pop sed. You dont meen to tell me you were able to make such a scientific ajustment as that, do you? he sed. Well no, of corse theres bound to be me tiny slip twicks the cup and the ip, and as a cold matter of fact there are 5 ladies that I was positive would send me something because they alwa; invariably have, so I sent them som thing, but it seems they didnt, ma sed. Good, you must feel relieved at that, pop_sed. ‘Well I dont know that Id call it re- Jieved, why should I call it relieved? ma sed, and pop sed, Because youve had the high privelege of giving, wile those unhappy 5 ladies have had ony the doubtful plezzure of receiving. Well of corse its more blessed to give than to receive, naturelly, ma sed. But #till at the same time I think that peeple who make a confirmed practice of receiving without giving are injuri- ous to the true Crissmas spirit, so next year Ive made up my mind not to send those 5 ladies a single thing, she sed. But sippose they send you some- thing? pop sed, and ma sed, I hope they do, in fact thats just what Im counting on. Theyll proberly remember wbout this Crissmas and all send me romething next year rite at the top of their lists, and then if I havent sent them anything, that will make us all rven agen without anything on any- bodys conscients, she sed. You win, pop sed. And he got in back of the sporting page and stayed there. uired to do their own laundering of ery, and boys should be required to help by doing chores about the house. “Easy” mothers and “liberal” fathers do not improve their children’s habits. Money should be thought of as a re- ward for industry, not as a prize to be coaxed out of mother or wheedled out of father. At home a child’s natural urge is. of course, toward entertainments, dances and the like. These should be possivie without additional imbursing because a child’s personal expenses in the way of food and essentials are practically nil at home. One of the annual “hold-ups” in some families is that of the selfish child who requests money for presents. A child too selfish to make personal sacrifices that he may make such gifts as he finds necessary or desirable should not give any at all. ) A child should be bred to regard presents as a distribution of one’s own bounty. The child home for the holi- days should have given thought and consideration to a matter few of us can forget. Generally it will be no cause for future regret if parents draw the purse strings taut during the holidays and give their children a lesson in thrift and providence more truly val- uable than any amount of money they might generously give them. D Christmas Festivities ° < of Peter Rabbit's disappearance. I} “This is | At Christmas time we all defied the rules we commonly ohey; we let the diet by-laws slide and cut our bran -and toasted hay. The children filled them- selves with pie and lollipops and costly cake—enough to make an old man die—and never had a stomach ache. They ate all sorts of nuts and fruit and chunks of turkey, goose and duck, and English puddings Tich to boot, and every sort of seasoned truck. They ate whatever was in view; they'd eat a while, then pause to tamp, and then they slept the long night through, with- out a spasm or a cramp. Oh, children, you are truly blest, your little works are seldom sore; you eat the things you like the best, then rise next day to eat some more. We older ones grow reck- less, too, when Christmas bells make their appeal; we'll frolic with the joy- ous crew, and eat for once a good square meal. On Christmas day all rules are canned, we will be human with the bunch; we will not at the side- board stand and eat a sane and frugal lunch. - And so we eat the roasted geese, the richest grub our coin can buy, and things which have been fried in grease, and finish off with hot mince pie. We know while eating we are chumps, our recklessness will make us sick; last year we nearly bumped the bumps from pulling such a foolish trick. But this is Christmas, we decide, and all the rules may hang themselves; we call for oysters stewed and fried, for all the pies upon the shelves. And now that Christmas day is gone, our ancient works all out of gear, we swear by Mike and Pete and John to have more sense another year. WALT MASON. (Copyright, 1929.) | The Events Leading Up to the Tragedy.—By Webster I WL, 4 tasave Y e "GO T8 T A SGOE TG, LOOWS Like Goow e [ 13 O Ve tor o THE EVENING STAR, WASHINGTOX, D. C., WEDNESDAY, THE CHEERFUL CHERVB © e ——————. 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