Evening Star Newspaper, January 19, 1929, Page 19

. |B i» The Final Proof. A proven fact none can deny: "Tis wasted effort e'en to try. ‘mer Brown's Boy. Farmer Brown's Boy was trying to convince a neighbor whose chickens had been stolen by a Fox that the thief was neither Reddy Fox nor Mrs. Reddy, who lived up in the Old Pasture. He had shown that Mrs. Reddy could not | be the guilty one, because her foot- | prints in the snow were much smaller than those of the thief. To this the | neighbor agreed. He then tried to show | that Reddy Fox could not have been | EDTIME STORIE BY THBORNTON W. BURGESS your chickens. It has been done by another Fox, a strange Fox.” “I haven't time now,” said the neigh- “but if you will tell me what that proof is I guess it will be enough. Why are you so sure that these tracks were not made by Reddy Fox?” “If you will study these tracks care- fully,” replied Farmer Brown's Boy, “you will find that each foot has the right number of toes.” The owner of the chickens looked puzzled. f course,” sald he. “Why shouldn’t they have? “They should have, and they do have,” replied Farmer Brown's Boy. tracks the print of the right fore foot would lack one of the forward toes. Of course, that doesn't show in dry snow, but I can show it to you where the snow was damp and there is a clear print of the foot; and I happen to know that Reddy lost a toe recently. Some- body set a trap up in the Old Pasture “But it Reddy Fox had made those | it drives me insane To have them MUTT, YOUR BROTHER'S NOTHING BUT A BIG LAZY BUM AND T WANT You TD GET Him OuUT OF HERE AT NOT So LouDd, M'LOVE, UISTEN, TMA, MY WIFE'S METHER 1S .COMING TO VISIT | [HouRs VS AAD WE'LL HAVE TO HAVE YOUR ROOMS T'LL GET You EXCEEDINGLY BREAKFAST ERoMm 7 T Ile LUNCHEON FROM Il TO 3. DINNCGR ERom 3 T® 8. AND SUPPEGR FRomM 8T il, IT's A LET'S SE€€! THE DINING -ROOM'S OPEN) FROM 7 AM.To I} P.MI THAT'S sikTeen HENCE, T CAM SPEND SIKTEEN HOURS EACH DAY IN THE DINING-ROOM AND THe OTHER E\GHT HOURS IN BGDL PARADISE, T CALLS 1T and Reddy lost a toe. Now you will always be able to tell when Reddy Fox is around, if you find a good print of that right fore foot. Now, are you sat- isfled that the Foxes up on our place have not been stealing your chickens?” ‘The owner of the chickens grinned at the earnestness of Farmer Brown's Boy. “Yes,” said he, “I'll have to admit that I am. There is no getting away from this final proof of yours. So Il say no more about setting traps up in the Old Pasture. T'll just do my best to get this sl,rruinge Fox, “All right,” said Farmer Brown's Boy, FTHEY SHOULD HAVE, AND THEY | that is falr enough. You see, T rather DO HAVE" SAID FARMER |like those Foxes up there in the Old BROWN'S BOY. Pu[nl‘:e and as long as they do no real harm I want no harm to come to the thief, because the trail of the lat- ter, while it led up to the OId_Pas- | mem. I rather think Reddy and Mrs. Reddy know me.” ture, did not go nmear Reddy's home, | eyap “ = but crossed the OId Pasture, and there- | (Well." sald the e e et fore must have been made by & Strange | oun place, but if T had my way all Fox. | Foxes would be killed.” But Farmer Brown's Boy could see | Farmer Brown's Boy grinned good-na- that the owner of the chickens was not | yyredly. “It's & good thing you eamnot wholly convinced. It may be,” said | have your way.” sald he. - “If you did he, “that Reddy Fox has another den.” | pava Yt the Gp ? Farmer Brown's Boy shook his head. | m‘ri:rm!"; wxer,h xfc?{‘ao’éf’fi&?.fi“'&hfi |#Nothing of the kind.” said he. “I can | rodents. Foxes do some mischief. but ‘show vou the footprints of Reddy in|they do a tremandous amount of good. and out of his old home up there. He | well, I'm much obliged to you and I S8 @hill living there. Furthermore. if (am glad I have convinced you that You will come up with me, I can abso- | nejther Reddy nor Mrs. Reddy have lutaly prove to you that Reddy Fox has | touched your chickens.” hag nothing to do with the stealing of (Copyright, 1929.) Abe Martin Says: ONCE: T'M SICk OF SEEING HiM AROLAD. FIRST CLASS DUMP: ‘M GONNA PACK AND HUSTLE RIGHT over! Mo’ d . an o By BUD FISHER That's Just the Place Ima’s Been Looking for All These Years, YOUSE ? Y'LL LEARN Youse? LITTLE BENNY BY LEE PAPE. The Weakly News. SISSIETY PAGE A informal luntcheon took place out- side of Miss Mary Watkins home Sat- tiday morning, those present being about 8 pidgeons and Miss Mary Wat- kins the well known charity werker with a cinnamon bun throwing the pidgeons a peece every time she took & bite the same size. POME BY SKINNY MARTIN Try Even 2 Weeks Ago Crissmas has come and went agen Leeving its toys behind it. The skates are here and the dollies deer, But the candy, just try to find it. BIZNISS AND FINANCIAL Shorty Judge made a New Year reso- lution to save at leest half of all the money he gets this year, ony he hasent axually began yet, saying as soon as he axually starts he's reely going to start. INTRISTING FACKS ABOUT INTRISTING PEEPLE @19¢7 sy rmimUNE, IniC. IT COULQN'T TRKE HIM THIS Loné To RUN FIVE MILES — L HOPE THE KD DIDN'T LOSE His WRY ROUGHHOUSE, MY FRIEND HERE IS INTERESTED IN YOUR PUGILISTIC FUTURE AND 1S ALLOWING You To TRAIN AT HIS GYM FREE OF CHARGE. IT's FNE MILES UP THE RORAD, i "NIX! YOU'RE GoNG To HOOF 17! THAT'S PART OF YOUR TRAINING = TAKE A NICE FIVE MILE Joé To THe 6YM AND WE'L BE WRITING FOR You g = = THERE =25 Lers¥eo BAcYAND l SEE A LTTLE ! SEARCHATHE . MAIN FELLOW PASS| ‘H'GHWR‘Y‘ » oK. = LETS HoP AN THE FUVVER Last week Reddy Merfys 96 year old grandfather went to a fotographer to have his picture took, ony he wouldent pay for them afterwerds on account of saying they make him look almost a hundred years. old. AVERTIZEMENTS ‘Wunted, a pardner to invest in the fudge buzniss. We will supply all the | sugar and coco and stuff, all we need is a kitchin. See Ed Wernick and Lew Davis. LOST AND FOUND Neither. Villie Willis BY ROBERT QUILLEN, “I wasn’t goin’ to have a fight with | the new boy, but he come through our | alley an’ seen me wipin’ dishes.” (Copyright, 1929.) Sl Bishop Logan Herbert Roots of Hangkow, China, ordained his son, John McCook Roots, Harvard, 25, A. B. cum laude, a deacon in the Protestant Episcopal Church, +| readers with a fairy tale. | the freckles on his paws. ‘The 5-dollar bill needs a ] ttle dressin’ down, oo, fer all it'll buy. (Copyright, 192F.) R P R R PR . | The New Biography | — P —————— Biographers are writing books con- cerning the departed great, concern- ing statesmen, kings and crooks, and all who were of high estate. They write these books in fiction form, they chatter like a house afire; and as I read my heart grows warm with some- thing like a righteous ire. I read a that blithely wends through human virtures, human sins, and won- der where the fiction ends, and where the solemn truth begins.. The writers of this day and age are so determined to be smart! And when in reading I engage their jazz stuff nearly breaks my heart. Biographers in other times shunned methods jazzy and absurd; they wrote up golden deeds and crimes as records showed such things occurred. They made a portrait Just as true as they could make, by endless care; from dusty files their facts they drew, from correspondence rich and rare. Perhaps their books were sometimes dull, a chapter here and there was stale, but then they never tried to gull their So when you read the Life of Jones, you knew what sort of man he was; you saw described his hide and bones, and eke You lived with him from day to day, you saw him in his normal life, you watched him when he hit the hay, and also when he beat his wife. And you could say in ardent tones, when you had read the volume through, “I know as much about this Jones as any person ever knew.” But now you read a dizzy “Life” that's merely fiction, undis- guised. and mutter, as you tune your fife, “By modern ways 1 am surprised.” Wi MASON. (Copyright, 1929.) The Thrill That Comes Once in a Lifetime. GReAT Gurs! 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