Evening Star Newspaper, January 21, 1929, Page 30

BEDTIME STORIES Spooky Is Storm Driven. TPrue bravery will ever try, And strugsle on with courage high d Mother Nature. w4y BPOOKY the Screech Owl was living in the Old Orchard. You know, he had lived in the Old Orchard for a long | time. Therc was a certain apple tree with a_nice comfortable hollow in it which Spooky called his own. Farmer | Brown's Boy knew all about Spool and that hollow. So when the tre were being trimmed and holes filled, Farmer Brown's Boy would not touch that hollow. Of course, you know that Spooky, like other members of his family, hunts at night. Sometimes, on a dark, gloomy day he starts out hunting in the mid- | y | he was at all. BY THORNTON W. BURGESS North Wind blew him off his course. In spite of all he could do, he could | not reach the Old Orchard. Yet he | must reach it. At least, that is what | he thought. You see, he didn't think | of any other shelter where he could | stay until the storm was ove The snow grew thicker and thicker. Presently, Spooky couldn't tell where | All he could do was to | guess as to his direction and beat and | beat with his wings and hope that he was heading for the Old Orchard. | Sometimes Rough Brother North Wind | would let up blowing for a few minutes | and Spooky would gain a little. Then | Rough Brother North Wind would howl | and roar and blow again, and poor Spooky would be blown off his course. . & ] svpermen ing very little progress. Rough Bmther! In WU’\?..'VP But when you meet them you can see heyre just the same as you and me , Or sometimes even worse. RM LA Kfting verse Too Much for Al WHERES ‘TH' HOT WATER DOTTLE CLARIE? T CANT FIND \T any- WHeRE 1! I PUT MUTT TO BED INA [/HELLO, JEFF, T DIDN'T LKE THe Room SO (| T GoT A REFUND. BARTENDER, SHIP WeLL, You'RE ALL FIXE FOR THE NIGHT, You've GoT A NICE ROOM WwiTH ABATH AND IT's ALL PAID FoR: GOOD NIGHT, MuTT, JEFF, I'm BRONKE ! LOAN ME FIWVE BUCKS. T WANT To GET A RooMm AND Go At last it seemed to Spooky that he couldn't fly another minute. “I'll just have to give up,” he said to_himself. “I'll just have to give up. I cannot face this storm any longer. I guess this will be the end of poor little me.” |, It was just then that he saw some- | thing big through the blinding snow. He couldn't make out what it was, but | there was some big object just ahead of him. Perhaps he could find shelter | behind it. So, with new courage, he beat his way toward it. It was Farmer Brown's barn. Yes, sir, it was Farmer A4 3;‘0‘:1“5 ha]m.] Rough Brother North By ‘1; | Wind was howling and twisting around ¢ that bam and it was all Spocky could | DUO FISHER % | @o to keep from being dashed against it. At the time he didn't recognize it |as Farmer Brown's barn. | _“I'll try to get around on the other side, and perhaps I can find shelter there,” said Spooky to himself. It was at that very instant that one wing brushed against something. He discovered that it was a little platform dle of the afternoon. This is especially [a1d just back of it was a hole. With FWE-DOLLAR Room: |F T AAD LOANED HIM THe FIVE He woulkd HAvE BLOWN 1T IN FOR NEAR-BEER: T OUT-WITTED HIM You A CENT, BUT T'eb GO WITH Yov AND PAY F2R A Room FoRr Yov AT THe RITZMORE w3 7 Isn’t Mutt a " m Wite Old [y ) Halos” Fox? 1 “—’fi: ¢ = ly‘vg AT FIRST HE DIDN'T MIND THE SNOW. ... .%ive a man something that both him- true when food is scarce and it takes a great deal of hunting in order to get enough to eat. This is what Soopk: had done on the day when one of the worst storms of the Winter started. He had had no Juck and he had flown | farther than usual in his search for a stray mouse or an unwary small bird. So he was some little distance from | home when the storm started. At first he didn’'t mind the snow, but presently he discovered that Rough Brother North Wind was blowing so hard that it was difficult to fly and the snow was rather blinding. It was high time for | him to be back home. He started. He | had to fly right into the wind, and | presently he realized that he was mak- ' LITTLE BENNY BY LEE PAPE. Pop was smoking and thinking and £ sed, Hay pop? I shouldent be serprised, pop sed, and sed, Do men get wedding presents ,., Wen they get married? . Well, yes and no, pop sed. I meen as a usual thing it is customerry to self and his wife can use, such as a sil- ver plated hair drying machine or a lace dressing gown or a set of silver- ‘ware with the ladys initials on it or a season tickit to a bewty parlor, he sed. ‘Well then, G, pop, you dont need to F;:d me any present wen I get marrier, If your saying that in a spirrit of fun you better say so, or Im libel to take you seriously, pop sed, and I sed, No sir Im serious, you dont haff to give me any wedding present. But wat will your wife say? pop sed. Il explain to her, I sed. Ill explain Just how it hpfined, I sed, and pop sed, But how did it happen, I meen | how will it happen? and I sed, Well the ideer is, the ideer is for you to give _ me a pair of ice skates rite now insted of a wedding present later on, will you, yee gods, your libel to fall and brake your neck, and then you'd never get married anyway use no re- ‘Bpectable gerl would have you in that condition, so I couldent give you a present anyway, it all sounds me, pop sed, and I sed, No kers pop, will you, wont sed. Meening proberly not. One mother says: Even a favorite dessert can become tiresome and I am always on the look- out for something simple ad nourish- , ing for the children’s meals. This one is quite a favorite. Thicken three- fourths of a cup of milk with one table- spoonful of cornstarch and a fourth of & cup of sugar. Mold this in sauce .7 dishes and in the center of each place ~ half a canned apricot. When cooled 11 his might he clung to that platform. Rough Brother North Wind did his best 0 blow him off, but Spooky clung. When he could get his breath he man- ged to pull himself up and crecp hrough that little hole. Such a relief as he experienced then He didn't know where he was at first, but he didn't care. You see, he was where Rough Brother North Wind could no longer reach him. He was out of the blinding, driving snow. It was comparatively warm and comfortable in there. Spooky was inside Farmer Brown's barn. Once Farmer Brown's Boy had kept pigeons there, and the hole by which Spooky had entered was one of the entrances which had been cut for the pigeons. WHO REMEMBERS? BY DICK MANSFIELD. Registered U. 8. Patent Office. When a large oil can mounted on a horse-drawn wagon was one of the first | door-to-door dispensers of gas and oil around Washington? | Learning Lessons | A 9 A man is always learning, but learn- ing little pays, if he’s forever s ing the lessons life conveys. Experience is teaching such truths as we should heed, if we are bent on reaching an honored phace, with speed. It is not wise to borrow from neighbors here and there: such practice brings us sorrow and fills our lives with care. For people who are I a clock, a dinner horn, will think we are offending, they'll look on us with scorn. We soon will be acquir- ing a very punk renown, and find that we are tiring the people of the town. Far better 'tis to suffer for coffee, whole or ground, than ask some other duffer to lend us half a pound. Far better pine for mustard than borrow it next door, and see a neighbor flustered and voting us a bore. All people in their senses know borrowing's a sin, and yet their old offenses they keep up, with a grin. Experlence has told us that honesty is best, and yet you may be- hold us make honesty a jest. The country’s full of fakers who have no due respect for all the statute makers who would their sins correct. The men of crooked dealing small peace or com- fort find, they evermore are feeling that coppers trail behind. ‘The money they are getting dissolves like wreaths of snow; their lives are full of fretting and weariness and woe. Life’s truths have been expounded until we know them well; in them we have been unded by lessons stern and fell; here’s nothing can dislodge them, be- fore our gaze they rise, and yet we try it will look like a fried egg and makes a ~ pretty dish. THE TIMID SOUL SAY, CASPAR, 1 WANT T GVE YU A FRIENOLY TIE: \F BERT LARCENY GOMES 1N 0 BORROW SOME VE'S N THE BUILONG HOW AND IT'5 ACINCH. RELLTRY AMD ToucH v T\ CemTamLy 15 GooD Vo P s aTPAR | SALE e SO S EOULD Yo LET IE HAVE A HUNDRE ek s R omoreow 7 CAME iy FEOM HOME Tt 5 MORMING to dodge them as though we thought them lies. WALT MASON. S ALY, BERT! ° ool ALL THAT eeoetiy pEsiee o WELLINGTON This Social Lion’s Wild. KEN KLING This Hound Is More Than T &Y A COPY THERE'S TH TOUGHESY LOOKIN' YEG I EVER SAW IN MY LIFE 1N TH' PARLOR AND = HE'S GOT A-A GUNTY Copyright. B, DONT BE A FOOL., You IDIOT Y THAT 15 MR. “PUMP-GUN' PETE, WHO 15 YD BE OUR HOUSE- GUEST FOR A WEEK or so? HE CAME TO OUR CITY FOR A FEW DAYS REST AND, AS ONE OF THE MOST - COLORFUL- CHARACTERS OF CHICAGO'S UNDERWORLD, HE 15 BEING MUCH SOLGHT AFTER BY SOCIETY! IT 1S QUITE A FEATHER |N OUR CAPS THAT CEDRIC INQUCED HIM YO STOP me us? [ g [[ToueHeST PART OF TRAININ' T'BE A FIGHTER 1S Tue ROAD Work! IT'S MIGHTY 3 LONESOME RUNNIN FIVE MILES YOUR SIDE i{ EACH MORNIN' AL BY MYSELF WINTER GOLF BAS AT LEAST ONE VIRTUE, AMOS. -THE COURSE IS NEVER CROWDED. -TAKE 40DAY, FOR INSTANCE, THERE ARE JUST “TWO COLFERS AND A DOCTOR WERE WHAT KEPTCHA SO LATE? —NES,MR5. ORFEL WAS THERE , SHE WORE THAT SAME DRESS ONLY Tl BUY YU A LITTLE DOG To RUN AT DON'T GET Excn‘reDM-.- ‘L. EXCHANGE HIM - t;tx Pick OUT ANOTHER ‘AT'S WHAT 1 SA\D — THAT MUTT WHALKED . TEN STEPS AND THIS HOUND'S SO ANTIQUE WE CAN'T ENEN STAND UP Y-You MEAN A BULLET IN OUR BEANS, Mavee? PICK OUT ANY ONE YOU °\Z'ASTK BUT DON'T TAKE THE ONE IN THE MIDDLE OR Trev'it ALL AHE COURSE IS NEVER- | CROWDED ER? THIS LOOKS LIKE A TOURNAMENT /) GO0 AREAD, GENTLEMEN, AMD SLICE OFF WHAT'S A 'CYCLOPED‘A? KNOW?Z ANYTHING YOU WANNA KNOW YOU CAN FIND N THE 'cvch:mAfe, } T — ER. WHAT DiD | Do TUESDAY? OH NES — | HAD A MANICURE ,* — NO— M NOT GoIkG To 6ET THAT ONE. — | MAY HAVE To GE ¢ NES, Go R1IGNT AREAD. WERE WAMIAG FoR | WHATS /N THE Kes, 5coTch orR 'RYE ? YOU LOOK AT T AGAIN FOR ME AN’ FIND OUT WHAT I'M GOIN' TO GET FOR MY BOITHDAY?. SHE HAD HAD T DYED BLUE — AND THAT IMPOSSIBLE MRS HIGGINS HAD To ST 1M— WHAT'S THAT 7 WELL 1 REALLY CANT TELL NOL = SWE DDy T JAT A WorD To ME ABoUT IT— HOKNESTLY, | THowGHT I'D DIE — — THE THines THAT GRLTOLD ME — THE DIRT THEY PIC UP' = OH N0 —NOT ABoUT AMY- BoDY WE Kiow — Black-Nou (An NENER TELL— | THOUGHT 1D WAIT AWHILE — WHAT'S THAT - HAVE | SEEN THE BOOBLEYS Stuce THeY BusTED LP? WHY MY DEAR — DIDN'T You HEAR — | MUST TELL Now— ~— \WASNT THAT NICE OF MRS, SHOOPY— SHE JusT CALLED LP To AsSK How Nov WERE ,