Evening Star Newspaper, January 13, 1929, Page 93

STOR IES SPORTS GAMES The Face at the Window A Boarding School Mystery Story. BY W. BOYCE MORGAN Rarrie Basliss and Jack Sevmour room to i et wl_tc i Kay. Is_a Vale's Sche peting 1or a e o INSTALLMENT V. Jack wanted to ask Barrie a dozen questions, but as they raced toward the academy lie had breath only for run- ning. When they reached the building, they entered stealthily by the rear door, from which they had come earlier in the evening and Barrie led the way up- ing?” gasped Jack pered Barrie. “And look_here! Promise me that youll let me handle this, and don’t fly off the handle.” Jack nodded reluctantly. Barrie led | him carefully along the corridor past the rows of closed doors, and finally stopped before one near the end of the wing. “Why, this is Snorter Parkinson's room!” exclaimed Jack. “You bet it is!” said Barrie grimly. Without pausing to knock, he pushed | open the door and snapped on the light. | And then, as his eyes became ac- | customed to the brightness, he uttered | an exclamation of surprise. He had | expected to find Snorter's bed empty, but the boy was in it, and his loud, regular breathing indicated that he was sleeping. But Barrie paused for only an in- stant. Then he strode across the room, caught the covers of the bed, and strip- ped them to the foot. Jack, who was |a lot of trouble. | hanging, he sat quietly on the edge of { the bed. “You're just about as low as low is, | Shorter,” said Barrie sadly, “and if you alone were mixed up in this I'd iet you ake your medicine. However, I'm going | to offer you one chance, and that’s t! Leave Hillside tomorrow and never show your face here again. If you do that, we'll keep this story quiet, and thus save Grace Dallinger and your 1oommate, both of whom are innocent, But if you won’t do that, I'll take great pleasure in helping 'chk give you the whaling of your life right here and now, and after that I'll expose you to Mr. Havre and the police |and you can take what's coming to you. How about it?” The other did not raise his head. “I'll—I'll go tomorrow,” he whispered. Barrie got to his feet. “You're wise, Shorter,” he said. Turning, he stdrted for the door, fol- wed by Jack. Then suddenly Snorter | jumped to his feet. s ¢ I'm sorry about your sister, | Jack!” he gasped. “I didn't know that | I caused her to break her arm. It was a dirty trick, but I was crazy to get revenge on you. And don't blame Grace. She didn’t know what I was g_omg. It was all my fault, and I'm— e The boy turned and threw himself on the bed. Barrie closed the door softly and he and Jack tiptoed toward their own room. “I'm glad you let him off, Barrie,” said Jack soberly, “although at first I felt like killing him! He’s had his les- son. And now I know Kay will win the medal, for there will be no more ghost.” “We'll just tell Miss Vale that we've settled things and say no more,” said Barrie, “although she’ll guess the truth, I suppose, when Snorter leaves school suddenly. Perhaps Grace Dallinger will guess, too, and that may teach her not to be so foolish in doing blindly what others tell her.” watching with startled eyes, uttered a SNORTER WAS LYING IN As they climbed into bed Berrie picked BED FULLY CLOTHED! cry. Snorter was lying in bed fully clothed! “Se! You thought we'd be up here tonight, did you, Mr. Ghost?” cried Barrie. Snorter, giving up the pretense of sleep, turned angrily and jumped to his feet. “What do you mean, breaking in Rere this way?” he blustered. “Do you want to get hurt? What do you think | 're doing?” “Tll tell you in just about a minute what we're doing,” said Barrie. “But #rst, for your own sake, I advise you to send your young roommate out of the room for a few minutes. He'd bet- ter not hear this.” Snorter started to bluster, but he saw 4t was useless, and at his request, a mystified, sleepy boy climbed from the other bed, threw a bathrobe about him, and closed the door behind him. As soon as he had gone, Jack lunged to- ward Snorter. but Barrie ght him. “Here, Jack!” he cried. “You prom- jsed to be good and let me handle this, Il talk to this fine specimen first, and then if he doesn't do as I gay, I'll let you at him.” Reluctantly Jack subsided into a chair, glaring at his enemy, and then Barrie, his voice laden with a fine con- tempt, addressed Snorter. “Of all the low-down tricks, I've ever Peard of, Snorter,” he said, “I think this one of yours is the lowest! When a fellow will try to get revenge on another fellow by terrorizing his sister, then that's just about the limit.” “I don't know what you're talking about,” growled Snorter. “And what right have you got to come in here and talk like this, anyway? Get out!” “You do know what I'm talking about, and you're going to listen,” re- plied Barrie. “I suppose you deny that, in an effort to get revenge on Jack here, you decided to make his sister lose the University medal by frighten- ing her each time she had an im- portant test coming on. You deny that, do you?” “You're crazy!” blustered Snorter. “You don't know what you're talking| about.” up the thriller that he had been read- ing on the night of Kay's accident. “Well,” he said with a ki, I can go back to this detective troubles now.” “You're some little detective your- self,” said Jack. THE END. 3 ess and his Picture Puzzle Poem BYA.L.F. DING DONG DELL. You won't have to draw or spell Very much or very well To be pretty sure to tell Where it was that pussy fell! (Note: The picture of the place into which Kitty fell is composed of letters spelling out the word. Can you find them?) Matchbox Juggling Introducing—the juggler! It's easy enough to place six penny matchboxes flat on each other and make them stand upright, but— Can you take the same six match- boxes and balance them on end? Really, though, it's quite simple. The drawer of the lowermost matchbox “I don’t, eh?” Barrie laughed grimly. *And I suppose you weren't the ghost that caused Kay to break her arm a week ago.” Snorter's ,face suddenly paled. “You didn't know about that result of your little scheme, did you?” “You can't prove it was me,” gasped Snorter. “Nobody would believe you. My word is as geod as yours.” “I doubt that,” said Barrie. “And, anyway, I've got enough proof to send you to jail! Breaking into a building and causing a girl to suffer bodily in- Jury is pretty serious business, Snorter.” “You can't prove it,” said the other doggedly. “Yes, I can” said Barrie. “I can prove that the piece of bed sheet that 1 found on the balcony over at Miss Yale's echool was torn from a sheet off your bed. The housekeeper got the eaeet 1or s and I have it in my room g5t now. And I can prove that your wong roommate bought the bicycle siren with which you made the ghostly moan. He got it in the village. And he has no bicvele. So he got it for you without knowing how vou were going to use it. And if I want to drag Grace Dallinger into it, I ecan prove that you persuaded her to invite Kay to the feed, so vou could puil your ghost act that night. You made an innocent dupe out of Grace by promising to help her win the university medal, didn’t 4 T e | | | . DRAWER |is pushed down about one-half inch, | *his being concealed by the hand. Each | succeeding matchbox drawer is pushed into the cover of the box below it, as shown upright. | The whole mass is released by rest- | ing the right hand on the top box while | the left hand pushes up the bottom | drawer, causing all the drawers to re- fturn to their respective covers, and then—crash! . “You can never tell,” said the bandit N i geshe Rao's features. THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. ©4e BOYS and GIRLS PAGE ‘This is the last of a series of arti- cles upon the Indian adventures of Waldeman Bonsels, who is regarded as the most popular writer in Ger- many today. In his previous arti- cles he told of settling in a house at Mangalore, on the Malabar coast, with his Hindu attendant, Panya, and of winning the friendship of Mangeshe Rao, a Brahmin, who has been subjected to the hatred of his own caste because of teaching at the English university in Madras, and who has been under British suspi- ;:ll:n because of revolutionary activi- s. Panya warns Herr Bonsels that this friendship may lead to fatal consequences. A series of incidents create a tense feeling, all the more impressive because the cause of the tension is obscure. BY WALDEMAR BONSELS: HE news ran through Mangalore that political passion was great- ly inflamed.. ‘The previous eve- had arrived. Ostensibly they ‘were sent for maneuvers and to attend an official inspection of the province. But no one believed this innocent ex- planation. The most conflicting rumors were current. Knots of persons enga in eager talk were to be seen in the bazaar and other public places. The unthink- ing mob, however, continued to go about its concerns as usual, regardless of the rights and duties of the govern- ment. As for the traders in the bazsar, thess congratulated themselves at sight of the military uniforms. The soldiers, in accordadnce with the regulations of that date, always went about in companies of four. With non- chalant mien, they stared open-mouth- ed at the incomprehensible peculiarities of the native city, amused themselves in careless fashion, and weré so obviously at their ease that I was not inclined to pay serious heed to the alarmist reports. Mangeshe Rao had not been to see me since our return. I had been greatly astonished, a few days earlier, when I caught sight of him riding with the English colonel. His features on that occasion had worn their usual impassiv- ity. The British officer, in whose car- riage the two were seated, was talking eagerly and gesticulating a good deal, but quite amicably. There was nothi to suggest that their comradeship an an," special significance. Nevertheless, since this encounter I had been uneasy, although on the face of the matter what I had seen ought to have reassured me. ... An impression of furtivenes is aroused by the life of Hindustan, and this is eminently likely to cause disquietude and a sense of uncertainty. It seemed to me of a sudden as if all the things and persons around me were showing false colors. I longed to escape from the entangle- ments of a life that I was unable to understand and in which I had never- theless become involved by my affection for Mangeshe Rao. * ok ok N the end, I halled with delight the strange opportunity that was offered me, and recked little of the dangers into which I was being led, for I enjoyed the profound relief that comes to us when, after long hesitation, we make a decision. 3 On a moonless night, toward 2 in the morning, Panya came to my bed- side and awakened me. It was so dark that I could make out nothing beyond the dusky, triangular opening in the white mosquito curtains. I could see no one. “Why don't you get a light” I asked, supposing Panya to be there. “What on earth do you want?” “I may not get a light, Sahib. You must get up, please. A stranger wants to speak to you. He says that Mange- she Rao, the Brahmin, sent him.” It was Mangeshe Rao himself. The Brahmin wore an unfamiliar dress. At his request I dismissed Panya. We sat facing one another, with a faint starlight coming through the win- dow. I was just able to discern Man- s. I fancied that his face was drawn and pale, but per- haps I was misled by the obscurity. It seemed to me that he was wrestling in wardly, half resolved upon an avowal, half desirous of saying a word concern- ing the anxieties of the last few days: but he did not refer to these things. Afl‘e]r & period of silence, he said tran- quilly “Tomorrow the British soldiers will visit your house in search of evidence posed to be widespread and to have supporters in Mangalore. As you know. I am a suspect, am believed to be of like way of thinking with the malcon- tents. | visitor here, it is thought that you may be involved in the affair.” “A conspiracy?” I said, startled. Mangeshe Rao waited to see if I had anything more to say. For the mo- ment, I was dumbfounded. I was con- fused and excited simultaneously by hav sald nothing. With his head as he shot the only witness to his crime. | this nocturnal visit, by thoughts of the ning a draft of British troops |y, I CAUGHT SIGHT OF MANGESHE RAO RIDING WITH THE ENGLISH COLONEL. WERE SHOWING IT SEEMED OF A FALSE COLORS. coming day and of the aisclosure that had just been made to me. How dif- ferent -is - the aspect or things when viewed romantically frem a distant out- look and when they are close at hand. “Conspiracies are everyday affairs in India,” continued Mangeshe Rao slowly and almost absently. “They are discov- ered and frustrated. Even if they are not discovered nothing happens. The British officials must find some vent for L:ldelr energies. It is the same on our side.” . With a melancholy expression, he turred to look forth into the night. Outside the cicadas were singing. Two or three bright stars were visible, seem- ingly poised in the fanlike crests of the papaws. “Unfortunately, I have a good con- science,” I said. * ok k k ¢NJEVER had this land seemed stranger and more alien to me. Being well acquainted with the Brah- min’s habitual reserve, I was sure that what he had left unexpressed was more momentous than what he had said. deed, no words could nave convinced me of the seriousness of the affair so effectually as did the mere fact of his nocturnal visit. “What can I do?” T asked. Prom the bosom of his robe Mangeshe Rao took some packets tied with string. Their appearance suggested that they contained letters or other documents. “Will you hide these papers for us?” he inquired calmly. I assented without reflection—or rather, concerned only to wonder which would be the best hiding place in house or garden. It never occurred to me for a moment to think that there must have been plenty of better hiding places in Mangalore for a few incriminating docu- ments. I was so profoundly impressed by the character of the man who asked this service of me that I had no thought of the possibility that I might be made a tool of. Since that date it has frequently oc- curred to me that young people who make such resolves as the one I made on this night are rarely actuated by any deliberate design. Often enough the thoughtless complaisance of a moment may have cost such as myself the loss of years of liberty and may have in- volved the entire sacrifice of the most active period of life. “Leave it to me,” I took the papers, I said. ‘Then I recollected that my friend had just told me I was to expect a domicil- iary visit on the morrow. Naturally, therefore, I asked for an explanation of the apparent inconsistency. I want these documents to be found here in your house,” said Mangeshe He spoke in low tones, quite simply, and manifestly with no desire to en- velop his commissoin in mystery. Those who are engaged on dangerous intrigues in India are well aware, not only that walls have ears, but that danger threat- ens everywhere—f{rom the night, from a man’s wife, from his most intimate friend. Understanding what the Brah- min was afraid of, I said: “Panya is trustworthy.” Mangeshe Rao shook his head. “He is a child. Good feeling and trustworthiness without discretion seem no better than treachery to those who know the enemies with whom they have to deal. You come from a country where frankness and strength are val- ued equally with boldness. Such quali- ties may become a free i;eoplm Our race has almost forgotten its freedom.” * % kX ‘T these words I was seized with a sense of sadness in which for the first time I grew fully aware of the af- fection I felt for Mangeshe Rao. I should have liked to urge him to with- draw from a fruitless and baleful strug- gle. It was plain to me that, notwith- standing the keenness of his intel- ligence, his opponents were too strong for him. But I said nothing, being overpowered by my veneration for the fire that burned in his breast. Mangeshe Rao went on: “Don't let the discovery be too easy, but make sure that the papers are found. Chance often takes a hand to counteract the most ingenious designs. Should the search party fail to happen upon what you want them to find, you can betray the documents by an appar- ently maladrolt attempt to conceal them while the search is actually in progress. “The papers are unimportant, and yet they are of such a characte! t the government will believe itself to be on the track of a notabie discovery. Sus- picion will be diverted. and the trail will be confused. The dccuments will be looked upon as a prize, and from them relating to a conspiracy that is sup-! nferences will be drawn as to the ex- tent of the intrigue. Some of our friends will be jncriminated, but the punish- ment will not be serious, and they are willing to pay the price. Substantially, Since I have been a frequent | the authorities will learn nothlng more than is already known to them.” I inquired what I was to say if I were asked how the papers had found thelr way into my house. 2 lh"Menuon my name,” said Mangeshe 0. “But what if you are prosecuted?” “They will not venture upon that. X The authorities will take proceedings against only those whom we have chosen to bear the brunt. I wish they would prosecute me, for this would in- spire confidente in the persons for whom I am working. The more lenient the government is to me, the more in- clined will the Brahmins of Manga- lore be to consider me a renegade. Whether I openly attack the members of the priestly caste, or show forbear- ance toward them, I am just as likely to be misunderstood. It is far from easy to walk straight forward through a dark forest.” Another brilliant day dawned over Mangalore, Before the sun had tip| with gold_the summits of the brown pagodas, I was riding through the swampy mangrove thickets slong the lower reaches of the river, accol by Panya, who had a foreboding of dan- ger and would not let me out of his sight. The landscape, the animals and the plants, all seemed strange to me. I was reminded of the day I left Can- nanore upon my pilgrimage through the Jjungle. AS the light grew stronger, mem- ories and images of this journey surged through my mind. I thought of its joys and sorrows, and of my never- ceasing desire to make this country my home, and to acquire those ties which lead through intimacy to love. Huc, the monkey of my vision, was once again seated in front of me, prophetic and wise, wearied by the hopes of suf- fering creatures—hopes that are as old as_the destinies of the earth. Was it the unrest, the hatred and bitterness of my new acquaintances, was it their petty and yev important interests, that had destroyed the faith in harmony that contact with virgin nature and the expanse of ocean had aroused in my mind? Never had I felt more hopelessly astray in the world of busy human activities than on this par- ticular morning. . My most heartfelt wish was to leave it all behind me; to seek once again the green shadows of the wilderness. There, perhaps, my physical welfare might be endangered, but for my soul there would open the pathway that leads to peace. Soon, however, I began to feel that this longing was merely the expression of an impulse toward flight. I began to feel that there were duties awaiting me in another land: in a realm with whose forces and aims I was associated by birth and training. For the first time after several years, my eyes turned homewards across the sea. I recalled that the man with whom for some time I had besn peculiarly in- timate was full of a painful conviction that his own race was aecadent; I re- membered that he had spoken with en- thusiasm of the future that awaited my own people; and I felt the vigor of his faith glowing in my mind with the promise of a mighty heritage. The Incidents of the day accorded with Mungeshe Rao's expectations. At noon a subaltern accompanied by three privates called at the house. He dis- charged ‘his duty with as much self- importance as if he had been the King of England. When, therefore, he cere- moniously asked for my pocket-knife, I handed it him with a flourish, as if T had been surrendering a sword. He could not_helf laughing, but he fully re- sumed his officlal manner when the papers were discovered, and at his re- quest I accompanied him to head- quarters in a bullock cart. After this invasion of the private rights of a number of the mh-mfnu of Mangalore, the military mission had suddenly assumed a far more important aspect. From the windows of Govern- ment House I could see the low, angu- uar outlines of a gunboat, black and threatening on the quiet, blue sea, as it skefched with charcoal. The courtyard of the building 'was swarming with sol- diers. For a moment I was seriously concerned about Mangeshe Rao's fate, When' we are not behind the scenes, immediate impressions are peculiarly forcible. I was haunted by the memory of Panya's pale visage when I had left him standing as if petrified at the gar- den gate. I did not know whether he had understood my parting words that he was to expect me home in the eve- ning, and I was seriously afraid lest he should commit some piece of herolc stupidity. I was kept walting two hours. Then the collector appeared, accompanied by the English colonel, to whom civillan official was surety for my innocence. Obviously my case had been fully dis- cussed. & The collector was apologetic, though a trifle annoyed. He remembered that it was through his instrumentality that I had made Mangeshe Rao's acquaint- ance, and he did not think there had been time for me to develop into a dan- gerous conspirator. The impression produced on my mind was that Mangeshe Rao was to be shielded. A private was sent to fetch my horse, and I was dismissed with scant ceremony. Panya welcomed my return with de- light, a little ashamed of his fears now that I had come back safe and sound. But neither his joy nor my own relier put an end to my anxiety, * ok ok ok O, JANUARY 13, 1929—PART T. ‘| with the possible SUDDEN ‘AS IF ALL PERSONS In the evening I despatched the boy to Mangeshe Rao's. The Brahmin was not at home. I gathered that he had been arrested, but I could not make up my mind whether this was a reason for satisfaction or fresh concern. * % * ¥ IN my memory of these anxious hours one irrelevant incident remains as vivid as if it had been the center of the whole trouble. During the brief twi- ht, when the moon was already shin- ing, I was smoking a cigar on the ve- randa when I perceived a shadow mov- ing near the garden gate. At first I thought this of no importance, but at length I called Panya. Going to the gate, the boy brought back with him a child who stood looking at me in sllence. She was a girl of about 13, clad in a red smock. Her hair was Ioose, and from her general aspect she must have helonged to one of the lower castes. ‘With Panya’s aid I learned the history and the wishes of this late visitor. With a hidden shudder I looked upon her with very different eyes when I kriew that & few days previously she had become a mother. Those only who are familiar with the frequency of such occurrences in tropl- cal India could have credited the fact without astonishment. This child- lage to ask my aid. She had mistaken my house for the missionary settlement. lage,” explained Panya. has run away in terror.” Panya took the young mother to the with the cicadas in the brilllant moon- 1it night—the last night in India I can distinctly remember, for when day next broke I stood beside the dead body of Mangeshe Rao. I recall mounting my horse in the gray of morning, buttoning my coat as I rode, and becoming aware that I had forgotten my sun helmet. I re- member thinking that on my way back I should need to be careful to keep in the shade; and I remember the strange tones of Panya's voice as he spoke to my horse, running his hand on the bridle. He had just cried to me in that same strange voice: “The gn};mm.s have poisoned Mangeshe ao!” It was not yet quite light when we reached the dead man’s house. The well beaten clay in front of the ve- randa was damp with dew; some white goats were tethered to the fence; the foliage of the palm _trees rustled in the morning breeze. I heard a monot- onous lamentation; sighs following one another breath by breath. My first thought was: He is not dead after all; I shall still see him alive. 4 Around the door of the death cham- | ber dark figures were hovering. I look- | ed into the room to see, close by the window, a low couch on which the morning glimmer was falling, greenish and pale, like that of an almost ex- hausted electric_torch. Beneath white | draperies I could discern the twisted | outlines of a human form. One hana. or rather a clenched fist, had escaped | from the coverings. Waxen in tint. | it was thrusting upward in the livid light of dawn. | 1 drew back the shroud, but instantly replaced it over the distorted counte- | nance. The deadly poison to which the Brahmin had succumbed was unmistak- | able in its effects, and manifested the malice of those who had brewed the po- tion in the name of their deities, de- raded now to the level of spiteful idols. As I turned away I met Panya's eyes, and when he caught sight of my face he threw himself on the ground as if felled by a blow, and broke into an animal-like howl. * ok kK IN the bazaar the motley life of the new day hed begun. A Mohamme-| dan trader from whom I had promlsedi to buy some ginger to take home with | me followed me a long way. Beside | the temple, where a white wall was reflected in_a pool, a pilgrim was preaching. The streets had just been watered, and the vapor that rose from them was charged with the reek of oxen. The sun was aglare; the palm trees towered tranquilly above the bustle of the street and the flat white roofs of the houses. It was growing hot. When we reached the avenue o tall palm trees leading down to the sea, and when the murmur of the city been replaced by the splash of the waves, I dismounted, sent Panya home with the horse and strode for- ward alone. Lassitude, leaving body and soul as with a stream of bitter waters, overpowered me for a space. I closed my eyes, leaning against a tree trunk. In & vislon I saw a village of my German homeland in the calm even- tide. An elder tree was blossoming in the hedge; there had been a shower, and the air was moist and cool. Perch- ed on the gable of a farm house, a blackbird was singing in the rays of the setting sun, and the clear sweet- ness of the tones filled with happiness the quiet countryside. (Copyright, 1938.) l . mother had come from a riverside vil- | “This is the night of love in her vil- | © “This child | mission_school, and I was left alone | 3 qha CRAFTS JOKES PUZZLES WINNING BASKET BALL BY TOM F. Last week I told you how to keep in condition to play basket ball, and gave you an idea of the equipment you would need, Let us suppose, now, that you have your squad organized and are ready to start actual practice. The first thing that you must learn is the proper way to hold the ball. | Perhaps this sounds foolish to you, but | there is a right and wrong way, and holding the ball properly is a very long step toward playing a good game. Place the ball on the floor or on a table. Spread your fingers wide apart as though you were warming your hands over a fire, then place your hands on top of and around the ball, with several inches of space be- tween the ends of your thumbs, which point diagonally toward each other. Now you have the ball in a position to push it away from you, and you are gripping it with the fingers. This is the correct way to hold the ball for practically every motion of the game, exception of foul shooting. Even then, the overhand chest shot is to be preferred for a throw from the foul line, but if you are a natural underhand shooter, then it is permissible to toss a free throw in that way. But at no other time should you have your hands under the ball. As you practice this grip on the ball, you will realize that large hands are helpful in the game, but even if your hands are small, you can learn to grip the ball properly. Once you have learned this simple but vital point, you can next learn to handle the ball and it is impossible to get too much of this sort of practice. Line up the players of your squad in acircle. Have each man take the ball and pass it several times from one hand to the other; extending the right arm far out tc the side, then bringing the ball across to the left hand, then reversing the movement. Then the player can pass the ball around his back, be- Eween his legs, or in any other way, finally passing it on to the next player in the ring. Keep this practice up steadily, in- creasing its speed until every man on the squad can handle the ball deftly and surely. And right here is a good place to say that the basket ball player in a game should never stand with the ball motionless in his hands, but should keep it moving constantly, as this makes it much harder for an opposing player to guard him and to determine whether he is going to pass, shoot or dribble. After you have handled the ball, you can practice footwork, which is also extremely important, and gradually you can combine the footwork and the ball handling. The basic position for the feet is with one foot—the pivot foot— in front of and about 18 inches away from the other foot. Either the right or left foot may be advanced, accord- ing to which is more natural to the player, but it is best to learn to pivot with either foot. =pin The first puzzle this week is a simple word square which you should guess in about half a minute. CAN YOU GUESS THIS WORD SQUARE? A Change COOK to FIRE in four moves. Change BACK to YARD in .three moves. - Each of the words below is a girl's name in jumbled order. After guessing each name, rearrange them so that the first letter forms still another name, 1. Sieoul. 2. Bicetear. 3. Romjray. 4. Lorenie. 5. Ceila. gy ‘There are plenty of words in the cross- word puzzle this week. It will keep you busy for many minutes. ‘The definitions are: Horizontal. 1. Final. 5. Without cost. 9. Girl's name. 10. Juice of a tree. 12. A measure of cloth. 13. Humorous. 14. An iron black used for shaping metals. 15. A Spring month (abr.). 17, In part. 21. Move, 22, Near. 23. Sound demanding silence. 24, Exclamation. 25. Abandoned ships, 30. To decay. 32. A machine for turning wood. 34. To go in, 36. Metal in natural state. 37. Distance (Abr.). . Smoked pork. To go. Belonging to her. Vertical. To be without. . Troubde, . An island in the Pacific. . Mother. . A noisy feast. . Yale, . Girl's name. 10. Dispersed. 11. Animals or plants nourished by others. 16. Mathematical quantity, 17. Shell of a pea. 18. Royal Artillery Regiment (Abr.). 19. Lord High Chancellor (Abr.). 20. Affirmative, 26. Consumed. 217, Behold! 38, The tenth part of anything, et McMULLEN Former Oregon State College Star and_Now Coach of Basket Ball at State Teachers College, San Diego, Calif. From this position, practice tum- ing in all directions, passing the ball from hand to hand and around the body as you do so. Here you will see how dancing is a help to basket ball playing, for you will use a sort of two- step movement in much of your foot- ° work. Always remember that it is a good rule, in any sport. never to cross vour feet, as this throws you off balance. Practice this pivoting a great deal, making complete about-face turns around that extended foot, just as you would if you were avoiding a guard dur- NOTE HOW THE BALL 1S HELD. YOUR HANDS ARE ON TOP AND BEHIND, NOT UNDER IT. ing a game, slipping around him for a shot at the basket. It will be a further help in learn- ing to pivot if another Plnyer stands in front of you with one foot extended, so that you can learn to pivot around him. Always pivot around his extend- ed foot, keeping your body between him and the ball. Pivot as close to the op- posing man 8s possible, for this means that once you are around him, he is & step behind you, and a one-step lead is all you need in a fast game such as basket ball. Devote lots of timé and attention to your footwork and handling of the ball, so0 that you will be ready for instruction in dribbling, passing and which will be taken up next. A basket ball team could be com- posed of five dgad shots, yet unless thes= players were able to pass and drikble well, they would be powerless aga‘nst an opposing team with any sort of cefense. In other words, pf and dribbling, by which the ball is worlked down within striking position of the basket, are the foundation of any team’s attack. For that reason we will take them up before we learn any- thing about shooting. 3 THE PUZZLE CORNER. 29. Not rapid. 31. Upper limbs of the body. 33. Part of verb “to be.” 35. Organ of hearing. 38. Within. Answers. 1. The words in the square are tie, ice and eel. 2. COOK, cork, fork, fore, FIRE. BACK, bark, bard, YARD. 3. The girls’ names are Loulse, Be- atrice, Marjory, Elinore, and Alice. Re- arranged, their first letters form Mabel. 4. Cross Word Puzzle Solution. [CTATSIT IMIF IR(E [E] [A[D/AJlS[A[PINE[L L] [clomly Ic IAINIVIVIL] [KEOMA[P[R] (A] The Kitchenette BY AUNT HELEN Sometimes when mother is away and daddy is depending on you to feed him, you can make his mouth water with & meal built around a tasty omelet. This is good for any meal of the day, so it's a wonderful recipe to know in an emergency! PLAIN OMELET. Four eggs. Four tablespoons water. One-fourth teaspoon salt. Four teaspoons butter. Waush and break the eggs, then sep- arate the whites from the yolks, putting them in separate bowls. Beat yolks un- tl thick and lemon-colored, then add salt and water and mix well. After beating the whites until stiff, add them to the yolks and mix by folding. Place butter in saucepan and heat, pouring in the omelet when the butter bubbles. Cook slowly until brown on under side, dry in oven, fold so the brown side is out, and serve hot. Riddles. Riddles, riddles, riddles! Our read- ers never seem to tire of them, and we're glad to have them send new ones :g for the rest of us to guess. ese. 1. What is the difference between & schoolmaster and a railroad conduc- tor?—Helen Paterson. 2. Why is a woman mending her stockings deformed?—Marian Grim, 3. Why are pen, ink and paper like fixed stars?—Homer Brown. 4. Why are fishermen and shepherds like beilg rs?—Sadle May Johnson. 5. Why is a tin can on a dog's tail like death?—Francis Hoyne. Answers, 1. One trains the mind, the other minds the train. 2. Because her hands are where her feet ought to be. 3. Be- cause they are stationery. 4. Because they live by hook or crook. 5. Because 1t is bound to a cur (occur). — Room Was Dark. Judy’s mother keeps her jellles and canned fruit in & dark closet under the back stairs. One day she asked Judy and get a glass of jelly ' llke to go into that eloset,” objected the little girl, “It's always awful late in there!” Father Says It. “Father, I want your advice.” “No, son, it isn't my advice you want. It's my indorsement of some- amng foolish you've already decided to 0" How Cruel! “I wish I could get that ear,” said the hungry iank waiter's man in a restau-