Evening Star Newspaper, January 4, 1929, Page 38

BEDTIME STORIE Farmer Brown's Boy Surprised. Surprises may be good or bad: Make people laugh_or make them sad. —Farmer Brown's Boy. It was a snappy, cold morning. Farmer Brown's Boy went whistling out to the barn to do his morning chores there. He is very fond of whistling. He whistles as birds sing—just from habit. He fed the horses and he fed the cows. He gave them all a @rink. He cleaned out the stalls. Once, as he was getting some grain in the grain bin, he thought he saw something move across the barn floor. “1 guess it s a rat,” said Farmer Brown's Boy. “I certainly must do IT WAS PETER; OF COURSE, IT WAS PETER. something about the rats. They are etting altogether too numerous in this a I wish Billy Mink would come over here and make a visit, the way he did once before. I didn't see a rat for a long, long time after Billy's visit. Farmer Brown’s Boy went on, about his work. And then, glancing over his shoulder. he again saw a movement. He stood stock still. Something was coming out from under the hay. To himself he was saying, “My gracious, that's the biggest rat I ever saw! He n;;xst be the great-grandfather of them all” And then Farmer Brown's Boy nearly dropped the measure of oats he held in his hand. He wanted to rub his eves to be sure that he was seeing what | this he seemed to see. “If that isn't Peter Rabbit, then I don't know Peter when I see him,” muttered Farmer Brown's Boy. “But how can it be Peter here in the barn? How could he get in? And why would he come in, even if he could get in? It can't be Peter. . No, sir, it can't be Peter. But it is! Now, LITTLE BENNY BY LEE PAPE. The Weakly News. Weather. Bum. 5 SPORTING PAGE. Puds Simkins and B Potts in- vented a sistem of signals with their hands and fingers so they could tawk to each other in skool, ony the ferst time they tried it Miss Kitty made them both stay in after skool and write 200 times 1 am glad I am not deff and dum. SISSIETY PAGE. {If she isn't with him she must be BY THURNTON W. BURGESS how can a thing be when it can't be?” It was Peter. Of course, it was Peter. He had come out from under the hay where he had been taking a nap, and straight for the carrots. Now he has quietly sitting there eating a carrot. | Farmer Brown's Boy moved. Instantly | Peter scurried back under the hay. | Farmer Brown's Boy once more stood perfectly still. He didn’t move so much |as a finger. In a few minutes he saw Peter's wabbly little nose poking out | from under the hay. Peter sat there for a moment or two. Then he came wholly out and hopped over to those carrots again. But the moment Farm- er Brown's Boy moved he scurried back under the hay. “So it is really you, Peter Rabbit,” sald Farmer Brown's Boy. “You must have been very, very, very hungry to venture up here. I wonder how you would like some oats? Those ought to be a change andbe good for you.” So Farmer Brown's Boy went over to the oat bin and scooped out a couple of handfuls of oats. These he put in a little pile on the floor, about two feet in front of the place where Peter had disappeared under the hay. Then once more he stood perfectly still. He didn’t have to wait long. When Peter poked his head out from under the hay. his wabbly little nose was wabbling as only it can wabble. He smelled these oats. He hopped over to them and reaching out took a mouthful. Then he hitched a little nearer and squatting down hé made a business—a happy business— of eating oats. You know, Rabbits are fond of oats. My, how those little jaws of his did work! They were a treat— & very great trert. It was a long time since he had tast2d any oats. He quite forgot that he was in Farmer Brown'’s | barn and that Farmer Brown's Boy was anywhere about. Meanwhile, Farmer Brown's Boy was still puzzling over how Peter had en- tered the barn. “He must have come in some time when the door was left open,” thought Farmer Brown's Boy, You see, he hadn't thought of that little door made for Black Pussy the Cat. “I wonder if little Mrs. Peter is with him,” continued Farmer Brown's Boy. “If she is she ought to come out, with such a lot of good things around. down in the dear Old Briar-patch and be hungry. Il go down there by and by and take her something to eat. Well, Will never do for me. I have work to do, even if I have a visitor.” So Farmer Brown's Boy went on about his work. Peter, at first, ran back under the hay, but Dresently he came out and remained out. He had made up his mind that there was no danger from Farmer Brown's Boy. (Copyright, 1929.) he simmers down; he banishes his angry frown, and says, “My children dear, when I was young that sort of thing spoiled every blessed evening throughout the long-drawn year. Pro- fessors, millionaires and vamps, all sorts of people had their lamps—they were the best things known; and’ while the lamps and candles smoked, good People sat around and joked, without a sigh or groan. In palaces and stately halls cheap candles fluttered on the walls, or in the chandeliers; the haughty duchess and the queen had lamps that burned up kerosene and were not moved to tears. It's good at seasons to go back along the dim and misty track to things our fathers knew, to lose our blessings for a while, so Mr. Shorty Judge has been so provd he wont hardly speek to anybedy since his whole family got their name in the gnper for having their car bumped into y @ fine machine, POME BY SKINNY MARTIN. Nuthing But Worry. Wen I wawk fast T get there too quick, And slow I cant stand the sensation. But yet on the other hand if I dont go at all Il miss my compleet education. 5 EXTER! Big Rescue! Miss Mary Watkins the well known charity werker saved somebody from being severly hert Wensday evening hy suddenly yelling like anything, the one she saved being herself on account of her father just going to wipp her for giving his 2nd best shoes to some man that rang the doorbell and sed he needed some. BIZNISS AND FINANCIAL. Sam Cross and Leroy Shooster each promised to give each other a Crissmas present if the other one did, and Criss- mas morning they both remembered they had forgotten all about it, making them even. LOST AND FOUND. Nuthing. L4 | | Lamplight | It is & dark and stormy night, and now the blamed electric light goes out ——confound such tricks! Around the house tired father tramps and digs up sundry ancient lamps and greasy can- dlesticks. *They give a dim, religious glow, and half a yard away, or so, it's possible to read; but all the lamps and candles smoke, and as we read we gasp and choke, and say harsh things, indeed. Our eyes grow watery and sore; tired father opens wide the door, to let some fresh air in; then all the sickly lights go out, and people hear tired father shout and raise a dread- ful din. He burns his fingers on a lamp. and we behold him paw and stamp, in fury fierce and dire; a candle spills some redhot grease upon him and he yells, ‘“Police!” and also Wwe may greet them with a smile when they're again in view.” WALT MASON. (Copyright, 1929.) being once more hungry, he had made | THE EVENING STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C, FRIDAY, JANUARY 4, 1929. WHy AL, THATS SILLY! LISTEN TO WHAT HAPPENED To SeMiy SCHULTZ, A FRIEND OF MINE. HE AN HiS WIFE TOOK IN AN OLD GENT MRS. SCHULTZ GAVE HIM CHICKEN TWICE A WEEK AND CALLED HiM UNCLE, AN’ SAMMY USED TO SIT UP AT NIGHT AN’ PLAY * CHECKERS WITH HIM. WELL AFTER SIX MONTHS THE Ol GENT KICKED OFF AN' LEFT TWO SUITS OF CLOTHES AND A WILL. WHEN THE WILL WAS READ WE HAD LEFT EVERYTHING TO SAMMY AND HIS WIFE — # 200,009 ! THE SCHULTZ'S ARE NoW| ON A TRIP AROUND THE WORLD — DOARDER. WANTE. WILL TAKE GENTLEMAN BOARDER - NIE SUNNY ROOM, HOME COOKING, REFINED SURROUNDINGS. ONLY GENTLEMEN OVER 85 NEED APPLY. A.P MSGINIS 5006 BLACKSTONE AVE, : LoNELY Coupte \D)DUN ) ¥ 200,000 s A LOT OF comn! I GUESS THERE s ® LOT OF OLD Guys IN TH' WORLD THAT DONT KNOW WHo .TO LEAVE THE\R MoNEY To THE CHEERFUL CHERUB The world may seem rather unfair and in vain But I feel it more dignified not to complain. R By Pop MomAND ! ADS TAKEN HERE] % : Al's Quite Cheered Up. 00K AT THG HOUND: We'RE GETTING CLOSE TD A MOOSE AND T DON'T MEAN MAYBE & ” STEADY, DOGGIE, STEADY: GEE, T'LL HAVE A GOooD LAUGH oN JEFF, HELLO,MUT T, MAYBE You CAN HELP ME ouT: I've Been TRYING TO FIGURE ouUT FOR_THE PAST HALF HOUR How TO GET THIS BULL Moocse T SHOT TO OUR CAMPL I'M HUNTING ALONE TODAY. WHEN I WiLv A MOOSE FOR THE LION TAMERS® CLUB BACKX HOME I WANT TO GET ALL THE CREDIT FOR T AND NOT HAVE TO SHARE THE HONORS WITH JEFF WHe KNObwS NOTHING 34 ; BUD FISHER| A Moose’s Head Will Soon Adorn the Club- rooms of the Local Lion Tamers. S| BLIY, DOC, THERE 15 SOMETHIN' 'WRONG WITH HIMY HE DON'T WORK. LIKE HE LSED YO AND Hi= DON'T EAT AND YESTERDAY, WHEN T TRIED T'GIVE HIM SOMETHIN' FOR HIS STUMMICK., HE SAID IT WASN'T” HIS STuMMICiE BUT HIS HEART, THAT ACHED!? YES, HE HAS AN AILMENT OF THE HEART BUT IT'S NOTHING A DOCTOR. GAN CLRE AND IT'S NOTHING: FOR YO YO WORRY ABOLYTY HE WILL. PROBABLY GET OVER IT, BUT IF HE DOESN'T, 'S OFTEN ENJOYABLE AND RARELY FATAL. ! HM-M! PULSE O.K. LUNGS ‘ALl RIGHT AND HEART ACTION PERFECY } I CAN FIND NOTHING AT ALL ¢ THE MATTER WITH HIM . e i s i o y. WELLINGTON W-WHAT? OH,MIGOSH! The S UAmi:".l e )’/ »ubjg ilment. ) TTETE4 AT i (Y i JUT @ 1919 Ny TRIGUNE , 1Ne MY BOY- You NEVER CAN, GET ANYWHERE IN A UTTLE DUMP UKE SCRAMSBURG! 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