Evening Star Newspaper, January 17, 1929, Page 39

THE. EVENING STAR, WASHI THE CHEERFUL CHERUB Y€ Gops ! TON, D. C., THURSDAY, JANUARY 17, 1929. BEDTIME STORIES A Complaint. ever to conclusions jump. t you fall and get a bumi "0 Motner Who stole the chickens? That is what Farmer Brown's Boy was wonder- ing. - You see, one of his neighbors ‘who lives a mile or so up the road had come to complain to Farmer Brown that a Fox had been stealing his chick- ens and that that Fox lived in the Old Pasture. He wanted that Fox trapped or shot. Farmer Brown's Boy had over- heard all this. “Of course,” said Farmer Brown's Boy to himself, “it must be true that a Fox has been taking the chickens and, of course, it'may be that Reddy Fox or Mrs. Reddy, who live up in the Old Pasture, or perhaps both of them, have done this. But somehow I don't believe it. You see, ever since the big storm I have been feeding them. I don’t believe they have been hungry ature. HE FOLLOWED THEM BACK QUITE% to the Old Pasture. A DISTANCE. enough to take the chance of stealing | - chickens.” BY THORNTON W. BURGESS The neighbor shook his head. “I have followed the tracks straight up into the Old Pasture,” said he. “I know you don't like to have traps set on your place, but neither do I like to have my chickens stolen. Now, what do you say?” “Let me think it over,” said Farmer Brown. traps set on my place. My boy used to set traps, but he doesn't any more. | However, if I am convinced that it is either or both of the Foxes that live up in the Old Pasture, I'll see that they are taken care of. I want to be sure | first, however, that they are the ones | who'are guilty.” | _ The neighbor agreed to this. Farmer | Brown's Boy at once asked if he might | look into the matter and see if he | could find out whether or not Reddy or | Mrs. Reddy was the guilty Fox. Farmer | Brown nodded his head. “Of course | you may, Son,” said he, “and I don't mind telling you that I hope you will find that it was some other Fox alto- gether.” So that afternoon Farmer Brown's Boy tramped up to his neighbor’s house and went out to see the tracks in the snow. He looked at them long and hard. Then he took a little measure from his pocket. “What are you doing now?” asked the neighbor. “I'm measuring one of these foot- prints,” replied Farmer Brown's Boy. “What good does that do?” asked the neighbor. “Well,” replied Farmer Brown's Boy, “jt looks a little large to me. That is, it looks larger than the footprint of Mrs. Reddy, who lives up in the Old Pasture, It looks to me about the size of the footprints of Reddy Fox.” “Well, Reddy Fox is just the one I suspect,” replied the neighbor. “Just follow those tracks right back and vou'll find that they lead straight up Of course it is There isn't a doubt in my Reddy Fox. mind.” Farmer Brown's Boy didn't say any- thin. He continued to study the tracks. “What T want,” said the neighbor to | He followed them back quite a dis- Farmer Brown, “is for you to give me | tance. It was true that they headed in permission to set two or three traps up | the direction of the Old Pasture, but there in the Old Pasture. Two Foxes | Farmer Brown's Boy smiled as he have a den up there and, of course, it | looked across the snowy landscape. He is one of those Foxes, or perhaps both of them, who have stolen my chickens.” “Perhaps,” said Farmer Brown, “it is some other Fox.” LITTLE BENNY BY LEE PAPE. Pop was starting to get behind the sporting page and ma sed, O Willyum I wunt to tell you about the funniest comic was in tonites paper, hee hee, a mans wife gave him a letter to mail in the morning, and it seems he was of these absent minded professor kind of men who wouldent remember their hed was on their shoulder if they dident have their neck to remind them, hee -hee, and anyway it seems his wife handed him this letter and she knew his little ways so she sed Now John this is a very important letter so I wunt smiled because he knew that those were not the tracks of Reddy Fox and that they were not the tracks of Mrs. Reddy. (Copyright, 1929.) Abe Martin Says: It seems as if they | ought to have “It is a fact that I don’t want | THERC WAS NOTHING WRONG, ol? CoME HERE QuicK AloYSWs P MGy Boarder to Have Around. ABOUT SEADING My BRoTHER | | PRESIDENT OF IN RERE T TRY T© NEGOTIATG A LOAN OF oNE HUNDRED Bucks, NEFF. BY BUD FISHER iml Figured i He Was | Handed a | Compliment. THAT BANK WONT LOAN TMA ANY JACKe HE'S WORTHLESS LIKE YOURSELF! SHAWN GET A WINK OF ELEEI IF THE OLD CHAP 15 GOING ‘1O KEEP THAT uP ALL NIGHT? ¢ Adjusts % YWELL, LET'S BE I WAS JUST TELLING MUTT HE WAS SILLY To SEAD You IN THERE. THAT BANK PRESIDEAT \S A HARD-HE\RTED BUSINESS MAN! IN FACT, He TREATED MG VGRY, VERY COURTEOUSLY O/ OUR WAY, GENTLEMEN! Sp (@199 w.y TRrenE, e NO, HG DIDN'T= BUT WHen T ASKED HIM FOR THE LoAN He HESITATED OVER A MminuTE - “JUST FOLLoW ‘MY INSTRUCTIONS “ROUGHHOUSE GosH=---- THESE EYMNASIUMS CHAREE TN BUCKS A WEEK WELL, T SPosE I'WL HRFTA START TRAININ' == CEE, I DON'T WANNR BecoME R FIGHTER - BUT YOU'RE MY you to take every possible precaution not to forget it, hee hee. Wats funny about that? pop sed, and ma sed, Im not half through yet, well, the next pictures show him tying a How D'Y'exPecT A FELLER T'DEVELOP knott in his hankerchiff and then tying a string around. his finger to remind him about the knott in his hankerchiff and then tearing up some paper and gutt.lng’ it inside his hat so in case he asent mailed the letter by the time he takes his hat off, why the shower of paper will be another reminder, and | later on he sees the knott in his han- | kerchiff and he cant remember wat its for to save his life, and he sees the string on his finger and he's even more puzzled, hee hee, and he gets in such a nerviss breakdown that he takes his hat off to wipe his forehed and the little pieces of r fall all-around him like a personal spowstorm, and a crowd gathers around him and he gets ar- Tested for being crazy on the street, hee hee izzent that just like a man with a letter, and O that reminds me, Willyum, I gave you a letter to mail this morning, did you mail it? No, by gollies I cleen forgot, its still | rite here in my pockit, well can_you eet that? pop sed, and ma sed, No I m: and I think your perfeckly dis- eful, I told you that letter was im- portant and you know very well I did, you awt to be perfeckly ashamed of yourself and Im diskusted with you. Well yee gods why dont you laff, iazent it just like the joke in the paper? pop sed, and ma sed, No it izent, its flesh and blud reality and not even on the same plane to be mentioned in the same breth, and pop sed, Well for Peet | sake spare the wipp, I mailed the con- founded thing the ferst thing this morn- ing. I just wunted to see if your sents of humor was reel or a meer abstrac- tion, and the abstractions have it. Making ma so mad that pop had to take her to the movies to get her mind off of the subjeck. Breaded Veal Cutlets. Cut _the cutlet into pieces for serv- ing. Roll each piece separately in egg, then in bread crumbs until well coat- ed. Put into an iron skillet any pre- ferred frying medium, half butter with half lard makes a good combination, or clarified beef drippings or vegetable shortening, anything but bacon fat, which is too strong. Brown the pieces of meat quickly on both sides, cover the skillet and finish cooking very slow- ly. About 30 minutes should be al- lowed, as veal must be thorcughly cooked. Remove to a hot platter when done, add a little flour to the pan gravy, let this brown slightly, then turn in a cupful of milk and stir to a smooth gravy. Turn around the veal and sprinkle with parsiey. nts Leading Who recalls when poor ole tired mother got an easy chair fer Christmas instead of silk hose? (Copyright, 1920.) —_— | No Chance “A man in Punktown has no chance,” said Jasper when he went away; “he cannot prosper and advance or give his shining talent play. If one is anxious to succeed, he has to seek some larger place where small rolls look lke chicken feed and millionaires around him chase. He has to go where money is if he resolves to get his share. ‘A little burg like this, gee whiz, is, like the Hubbard cupboard—bare. The chances here are pretty small, ambition sees no decent goal, but I'll come back to see you all when I've acquired a hefty roll.” Now that was sundry years ago, and Jasper, he has just returned to his old parents’ bungalow, where long & lamp for him hath burned. He landed from a local freight, whose rods he'd ridden through the day. His hair was full of dust and slate and gravel from the right of way. He came home from a city vast where there are chances by the ton to nail one's colors to the mast and conquer fame and gather mon. He went forth well resolved to shear, and he came back severely shorn. He tells his troubles with a tear; he looks like one ordained to mourn. And when he left our cheerful grad to seek his for- tunes far away his brother, Jabez, sprightly lad, elected in this burg to stay. He started in to sweep the floor of Smith’s Emporium of Trade, and now he manages that store, so promptly did he make the grade. The banker's daughter answered “Yes” when asked to be his blushing bride; he’s fortune's favorite, I guess; no boon to him has been denied. ‘WALT MASON. (Copyright, 1929.) Up to the Tragedy AnD AKE ) BAD COLD L VE HAD | fo © wWecwks BUT | SimaeLy | || \ Covrpns T AFTCRD VT ] ( “TH15 15 MIGHTY 2 ) Geeo of Yeu OLD GLAD'?}*&LP | FAS A . NEVER SORCETVT | | 7 e finAniALLY) CMBARRASSED EXACTLY THE THING w0 DO WHY, 2 OR 3 Y5 OMTHE GEACH W THAT DMDERFUL SUN SHINE WOULD) RMOCW YOUR COLDINTO A RE B Bv GENE BYRNES BIG BRUDDER AN’ Y'OUGHTA KNOW BEST He’s an Efficiency 1 DONT KNow WHY THEY DON'f LEAVE WELL ENOUGH ALONE. I FREEMAN The Book Duffer. oM 57 Sitting- Down Exercises. ~P-55-T— SToPTHAT NoISE Nour FATHER HAS THE'FLL" AuD WE MUST KEEP QUIET— By C.A.VoiGHT The Invalid. AND SOME DAY You'le BE R CHAMPION I'M IN FAVOR OF TRE LIGRT HEAVY, LIVELY BALL HAS TAKEN ALL THE SCIENCE OUT OF GOLF. THE WIND, FOR INSTANCE. You JuST 4 SHOOT THE HEAVY BALL THROUGK THE WIND AND MAKE BuT LITRE - ALLOVANCE FOR THE SWERVE — oaL. The || AND T CAN'T SPARE THAT KIND OF MONEY HIS MUSCLES F HE CAN'T WORK THE PULLEYS 7 WHERE 1S, | THERE" A GOOD OR IF THE WIND'S AGAINST You, YOU USE A | LONGER DISTANCE CLUB. -THB HEAVY BALL HAS DESTROYER THE SCIENCE OF A LOToF PAR 4 ROLES WMICH USED To BE A DRIVE AND A MASRKIE, BuT NOW ARE ONLY A DRIVE “AND A CHIP=UP. WITH THE LIGRT BALL NOU'LL HAVE 1o KNOW HOW 1o ROLD IT INTO - THE WIND, ETC, ETC— TAKE ' I DONT SEE wry CREAM COSTS SO MUCH YOu. BOUGHT THAT 1N THE STORE \T WOULD COST ABOUT A HUN'RED DOLLARS wirt '; — AH— THATS GooD, HES AsLeeP- HE ONLY TooK UP THE GAME. LAST YEAR. EVERY KNOWN BooK. ON GOLF, CAN TELL You -THE MIDDLE. NAME OF EVERY PRO /N THE COUNTRY BUT HE NEVER BROKE A LOT ABOUT &GoLF. HE MUST SROOT A GREAT GAME HE HAS READ 150 IN RIS LiFE THINK 1T'6 AN EASY TRICK FOR THE COWS TO < 1S THAT Yov7- SAY, IVE JusT BEEN HANING E DARNEDEST DIREAM ~ | DREAMT | WAS IN A BOILER FACTOR'Y WHERE, MILLION GIANTS \HORKIN AND — “THe WEAY ~AND {{ERE | \WAS WORRNING