Evening Star Newspaper, January 7, 1929, Page 28

5, 1929, THE EVENING STAR, WASHINGTON, D. (.., MONDAY, JANUARY 1 GUESS THATS WHY WERE SUcH Goad FRIENDS AL; YOU'VE NEVER TOUCHED ME FOR A CENT!! YOU' D STARVE FIRST, You HANE ToO MUCH PRWE = HELLO PETE! )| A FELLOW FROM My WHAT ARE | HoMe Town wAs JusT VoU LOOKIN N HERE AND"lDu:ncn | S0 GLUM € FoR #20!! T MIGHT S WELL KISS IT Goop PA T THINK THE WHOLE IDEA OF TAKING IN A PAYING GUEST 15 RIDICULOUS!! GOOFY IS MAKING #3000 A WEEK, HE WHAT DOES JULIE THINK T AM T 1 WOULDNT TAKE APENNY OF GOOFY BOWERS MONEY — | T KNOW BET THAN To BORROW FROM A RELATIVE ' | THE CHEERFUL CHERUB ¥ P OSRE WO S ST S SNS: /I wovldnt trade my BEDTIME STORIES ' *. 57" Mrs. Peter Has Her Turn. 0 waits and watchful patience chooses TR O e ety oo o e o0 Chooses. —Mrs. Peter Rabbit. Peter Rabbit does foolish things. All of us do foolish things at times. Now that he was back in the dear Old Briar- patch after his feast up in Farmer Brown's barn, he would have remained there if he had listened to common sense. But he din’t remain there. He went over to the Green Forest. Yes, sir, he did just that thing. He went over to the Green Forest and he went in broad daylight. He had caught a glimpse of Reddy Fox disappearing up in the Old Pasture. He could see all over the Green Meadows and the way was clear. So away he had gone, lip- rty-lipperty-lip. He wanted to tell his ig cousin, Jumper the Hare, about the good things in Farmer Brown's barn and how he had found a way to get at them. He planned to go back to Farmer Brown's barn that very night. Timid little Mrs. Peter was quite dis- consolate. She thought wistfully of all those good things that Peter had had to eat, while she had only bark and tender twigs. “I don't care,” she sald to herself. “my life is more important than a full stomach. I am safe here in the dear Old Briar-patch and I can get along after a fashion. I don't believe in tak- ing unnecessary chances and that is just what Peter does every time he Jeaves the Old Briar-patch. So little Mrs. Peter gnawed a little bark from one young tree and chewed some young twigs from some bushes and then sampled the bark from an- other young tige. It didn't taste very good—any of it. But it did give her stomach something to do and it did take the edge off that almost constant hunger. By and by she settled herself for a nap and presently was dream- ing of all the good things Peter had described. She was awakened by a noise. She awoke with a start. Her heart went pit- a-pat, pit-a-pat with fright. There was some one on the other side of the dear Old Briar-patch. Very cautiously little Mrs. Peter hopped-to where she could peep_out. She saw right away that it was Farmer Brown's Boy and that took away a little of her fright. You see, she had come to know that Farmer Brown's Boy was a friend. Just what he was doing she couldn't quite see. He seemed to be working. He was busy for quite a few minutes. Then, whis- tling, he started back toward home. He was dragging a sled. Mrs. Peter sat and watched him until he had turned in at the Long Lane. Then she hurric over 'to see what he had been doing in the dear Old Briar-patch. It didn’c take her long to find out. In a place that was somewhat sheltered by bram- bles and young trees, he had cleared away the snow and on this clear place | he had spread a feast. To begin with, | there was a bundle of sweet clover hay. | There was enough of it to last some time. Then there were some cabbage | leaves. There were several small turnips and some carrots. Also, there were some apples. And, last but not least, therc was a little pile of oats. ' How the eyes of little Mrs. Peter did HE WAS DRAGGING A SLED. sparkle! She sat herself right down to enjoy such a feast as she had not had that Winter. She ate a little of this and nibbled a little of that. She couldn’t have told you which tasted best. No, sir, she couldn't have told you which tasted best. She just sat there and ate and ate. The best of it all was she didn't ever have to stop and look and listen for a possible enemy. She was in the dear Old Briar-patch and safe. Not unt) she couldn't eat another mouth- ful did she think of Peter Rabbit. Then she_chuckled. “I wonder what Peter will say now,” said she, “when he finds that i have had all these good things without the danger of going after them. I guess he’ll wish he'd stayed at home.” (Copyright. 1929.) P | Cincinnatus i > Afflicted Rome, in dire alarm, called Cincinnatus from his farm, from every rustic chore, from eager efforts, day by day, to grow two bales of luscious hay where but one grew before. The foes of Rome were at the gate and it re- quired a heavyweight to wipe them off the map; and Cincinnatus oft had shown that as pinch hitter he alone was equal to the scrap. He left his farm, his Shortiorn cows, his Leghorn hens, his Duroc sows, and journejed up to town; he sized up the obnoxious foes, then with his srmy he arose and straightway hewed them down. In one short day, the legends tell, he cleaned up all the foes so well, they never would return; the Romans hailed him as a king, they made the merry joy bells ring, they made the bonfires burn. If he would only stay in Rome, they'd place a wreath upon his dome, they'd honor him each day; he'd have a home in Easy street and many priceless pies to eat, and not a cent to pay. But Cin- cinnatus didn’t care for any wealth or honors_ there, he thought about his farm; his beans, uncared for, would not grow; his peas, untouched by rake or hoe, would surely come to harm. He thought about his sitting hens, about his porkers in their pens, about his ducks and drakes; compared with weighty things like these, men's praise seemed idle as the breeze, and honors merely takes. And so, in haste to reach his home, he hastened from the streets of Rome, the fireworks and the drums; and once again, in rustic fi:”' he groomed his. mules and fed geese, and harvested his plums. ‘WALT MASON. (Copyrisht, 1929 Abe Martin Says: Pustmaster Leslie Hanger is some bet- ter today, an’ if his condition continues ' improve th’ doctor says he hopes t' aave him off th’ front page by tomorrow. Mrs. Em Moots’ sister, who wuz pres- Lessons in English BY W. L. GORDON. Words often misused: “Corps” is al body of men and is masculine only. Often mispronounced: Maniac. Pro- nounce ma-ni-ak, first syllable as g ) ,” and not man-yak. ° Paraphrase; s, not z. Synonyms: Bigness, bulk, magnitude, extent, greatness, imaensity, vastness. ‘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: Tenable; capable of being held, main ained or defended. “Thefr theory is not tenable.” Everyday Psychology BY DR. JESSE W. SPROWLS. Sizing Yourself Up. 1. Do you decide on “hunches?” 2. Do you cultivate friendship for the sake of self gain? 3. Do you have to figure out how to make a living? Now for the interpretations. If you are-a man, “yes” for question No. 1 indicates that you belong to the intuitive type, “no” the thinking type, of individual. If you are a woman, “yes” is to be expected in all but the rarest of cases. Women belong almost exclusively to the intuitive type. Fem- ininity is'a synonym for intuition and only those women who have learned differently from the school of knocks resort to reason. “Yes” for No. 2 is normal for both men and women. Very few indeed will admit it, for we have all learned to cover up our selfish social motives. There are, however, a few independent creatures who are entitled to say “no” to No. 2. These rare characters are ex- treme introverts—people who agree with Shakespeare that “most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.” All this means that social situations are extrovert situations. So a social sityation tends to draw out extrovert attitudes, even if dominatly an introvert, such as “ab- sent-minded college professors.” ‘Taking up question No. 3, “yes” means that you belong to the thinking intro- vert type. “No” indicates that you be- long to the intuitive extrovert type. Most of the so-called “lucky devils” in any business, or in any game of chance, are those who do their figuring on the back of an envelope rather than by a systematic array of facts and figures. The thinking introvert buys the “dope sheets” at the races; the intuitive ex- trovert reads the card, picks out the name that sounds best.and proceeds to buy the mutuels. He has “beginner’s luck” most of the time, simply because he pays little attention to details. 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