Evening Star Newspaper, January 10, 1929, Page 37

BEDTIME STORIE Nothing to Say. 'y nothing if you've naught to say: owll find it much the wisest way. —Peter Rabbit. Peter Rabbit, hiding over in the hole in the Old Stonewall unto which Reddy Fox had driven him, heard the fight be. tween Hooty the Owl and Black Pussy the Cat over by Farmer Brown's barn. | He decided right away that Farmer | Brown's barn was no place for him that | night. He was hungry, too. He was | hungry in the extreme. You see, he | hadn't had anything to eat since the | night before. But now there was noth- ing to do but stay there in the Old #I HOPE YOU AND JUMPER HAD A GOOD MEAL TONIGHT.” SAID | LITTLE MRS. PETER SWEETLY. Stonewall or else get back to the dear Old Briar-patch. He wished now that | he had been satisfied to stay in the Old Briar-patch. It was well toward morning when Peter got courage enough to start for home. He had been so upset by the | night's adventures that he was a very | nervous Rabbit as he hurried along, | lipperty-lipperty-lip. When at last he | reached the dear Old Briar-patch and | popped in at the entrance to one of his | private little paths he looked at once for little Mrs. P Little Mrs. Peter was nowhere to be seen. Peter thumped You know, that is the way he signals. He got no reply. He thumped again. Again he got no Teply. Right away Peter became anxious. He thumped the third time, and this time he thumped BY THORNTON W. BURGESS hard. And this time he got a reply. It was faint, but Peter knew that it came from the other side of the dear Old Briar-patch. He knew, too, that it was Mrs. Peter who was thumping. At first he decided he would not go and look her up, so he settled himself under his favorite bramble and prepared to sulk. You see, he was very much out of sorts. He thought Mrs. Peter would come and look him up. But when he had waited and waited and Mrs. Peter had not come he began to grow curious. He began to grow very curfous. It wasn't| like Mrs. Peter not to come when he; thumped. So curiosity got the best of | him“and he started out to find Mrs. ! Peter. He hopped along through his private little paths until he was nearly over to the otier side of the dear Old Briar- patch. Looking between the bushes and brambles, he presently made out a dark and beside it sat little Mrs. Peter. Sk ppeared to be very busy. What that dark mass might be Peter couldn’t think. He hurried forward. When he was where he could see clearly his eyes opened until it looked as if they would pop right out of his head. To begin with, there was a nice big bundle of hay. There had been no hay in the dear Old Briar-patch when he left it. Around it were Scattered some cabbage leaves. Then Peter saw turnips and | carrots and apples. He forgot every thing then but his appetite and hu riedly joined little Mrs. Peter. She was just finishing the last of some oats. In fact, she picked up the last as Peter ved “I hope you and Jumper had a good meal tonight,” said little Mrs. Peter sweetly. Peter said nothing. His mouth was too full. He couldn’t talk and eat, too, and eating was the thing that he had most in mind just then. “You see,” continued little Mrs. Peter sweetly. “it wasn’t necessary for me to g0 over to Farmer Brown's barn. Farmer Brown's Boy brought all these things here. I think he meant them all for me.” Peter looked at little Mrs. Peter sharply. Then he reached out for a carrot. He gave a funny little grunt, but he didn't say a word. “You know continued little Mrs. Peter. “I have always said that if one is patient all good things will come to him. I have always said that it is foolish to take unnecessary risks. Don't you think I am right, Peter?” Peter said nothing. You see, he had nothing to say. (Copyright, 1929.) LITTLE BENNY BY LEE PAPE. After brekfist ma went out in the kitchen saying to Nora, Has the iceman been here yet, Nora? He has not, bad luck to him the im- pudent devil, Nora sed, and ma sed, Well I was thinking we better give him | plenty of warning that we did not need any ice. Me tell him? Not if I know it, the big brute would brain me with a 200 pound cake of ice as quick as look at me, Nora sed, and ma sed, Then Il tell him, the ideer, is this a free country or izzent it? Maybe it is and maybe it aint, but I wouldent oppose that hulk of an ice- man no more than Id oppose a raging lion, Nora sed. There he *s now, raring and storming like the fiend of the devil that he is, she sed. Meening somebody banging and kick- ing the back gate, and ma went out and opened it and the iceman was out there with a féarse ixpression and a piece of ice, ma saying, Good morning. Yeh, the iceman sed. And he started to take the piece of ice in, ma saying, O by the way. ‘Wat now? the iceman sed, and ma Abe Martin Says: A feller has to be mighty ornery or mighty great to be missed these days. (Copyright, 1929.) sed, I was geing to say, wat I was go-| Q- ing to say was, I mean that piece of ice, 1zzent it a little smaller than usual? ! | Hay, you mean to say you think Im| < trying to jipp you? the iceman sed. _ O no, no indeed, I wasent thinking of such a thing, ma sed, and the ice- man sed, Then wats the ideer? Well wat I started to say was, I bleeve Mr. Potts would like to speek to yoal, but he’s not at home just now, ma e And she quick went in the house and the iceman threw the ice in the icebox and went out and slammed the gate, ma saying to Nora, I decided to let Mr. Potts tell him, and Nora saying, Well if I was Mr. Potts Id send him a letter. Willie Willis BY ROBERT QUILLEN. “T was goin’ to show Papa my report | card last night if he hadn't said ‘Great Dire Presentiments { © Sometimes foreboding is my master, until my peace of mind's destroyed; I feel I'm facing some disaster, some peril that I can't avoid. In vain the good old sun is shining, the little bird- lets sing in vain; for me no clouds have silver lining, they all are dark and threaten rain. Then I repair to Old Doc Quiver, and tell him of my bleak distress; he says, “You have a stagnant liver, you need some medi- cine, I guess. You take three pills upon retiring, and six on rising from the hay, and don’t forget that I'm re- quiring three silver smackers as my pay. You take three fingers of this potion that tastes and smells like liquid glue, and you full soon will lose the notion that fell disasters threaten you.” I straightaway do as I am bidden, Itake the pills, I take the dope, and soon the sun’s no longer hidden, and I am full of buoyant hope. If we can't clearly read our titles to harmony and peace serene, there's something wrong about our vitals, we need a pill that's pink or green. Perhaps an operation dental. a wolf-tooth drawn, a molar filed, would heal the ills we think are mental, and which have made us nearly wild. The man who has a dire foreboding, who wails and worries as he wends, who has presentiments corroding, becomes a bore to all his friends. The griefs that come from indigestion he thinks are matters of the soul, and he resents our kindly question: “Have you consulted Old Doc Pole?” The healthy man has no forebodings, he doesn't drink of sorrow’s cup, nor suffer much from mental goadings, but everything seems right side up. ‘WALT MASON. gu{w. woman’ about the ’lectric light ill.” (Copyright, 1929.) THE BOY WHO MADE GOOD —By WEBSTER. T WHATSAT W B0 T 75 Mare oA v Soe sz ? |\ e DemT: uT HANCH T WE ?) SRATULATE Y00 HE ?-)AV! T ABs0- |l oA D e\ LTy e |1 Bas ARicemreswen || L Dot Ui e of THE BAn<! o 1 WE WERE 0 HAVE GONE < P2 s PARTY AN 25,512 AT FUR CoNT ADES TRETAENDOUSLY o YoUR PISHTY ("7 v 4y ACVICE O ALL SEONGEERS 15 To SELeCT A GOSL AN TEVER CEVE V15 EA s e ¥ Bt e oA WoRTH BUTTHE CEWARD 15 WELL! _THE EVENING STAR, o 1 Pop Mzzunn | | Mr. Mushby Slips In. 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