Evening Star Newspaper, January 22, 1929, Page 31

BEDTIME STORIES 7, o Makes Himself at Home. Who would his health and vigor keep Should get his full amount of sieep. ~8pooky the Screech Owl. THORNTON more than anything else. This was a wonderful place for both. He fluffed his feathers out and shook out the snow that had been driven into them. Then he settled himself into a comfortable THE CHEERFUL CHERUB . - [ wsed to believe in the F_nries when young. Aln3, now my blind Fath has cewsed . And yet Im not hopelessiy| old — [ believe ALOYSIUS P MSGINIS, OUR PAYING GUEST BEEN A HR.MORTIMER MUSHBY HAS - SKING ME TO MAKE HIM A COCOANUT CREAM WALNUT LAYER CAKE, SO YOU'LL HAVE TO HOP DOWN THE GROCER. AND GET ME SIX “THUNDERATION ! Now TVE | FORGOTTEN WHAT CLARICE A HALF POUND OF SHREDDED COCOANUT, SiX EGGS — ER- ER~ 'SNo. USE}T CANT REMEMBER ' Sary! WouLd You MIND TELLING HE, How To MAKE A QOCOANUT CREAM WALNUT 1AYER position and almost as quickly as you could wink your eye he went to sleep. Spooky slept nearly all night. That was because he had been so thoroughly | | % | tired by his fight against the wind and the snow. The truth is, had he not found that refuge when he did, the storm probably would have been too much for Spooky and he would have died out in it. So he slept and slept, and it was not_ until morning that | Spooky awoke. Strange sounds swoke | him. His eyes flew open in startled surprise. For a moment or two he Never in all his life had Spooky the Screech Owl been more thankful. You see, he had almost, given up hope of finding shelter from the snow and wind, when he had actually been blown against Farmer Brown's barn and had accidentally discovered one of the little doorways which had been cut for pigeons away up near the roof. No pigeons were kept in the barn now. Spooky had hung on with all his might and finally pulled himself up and through that little doorway. Such a € r long breath as he drew then! It was |couldn't imazine where he was, Away warm in there. Rough Brother North |d0Wn below him there was a stamping Wind could not reach him. He was |Of hoofs. Farmer Brown's horses were out of the wind and out of the snow. impatiently awaiting their breakfast. For a few moments Spooky sat quietly | Farmer Brown's boy was moving about down there. He was getting hay and grain for the horses and cows and doing his regular morning work. He was whistling, for when he is working Far- mer Brown's boy delights to whistle. Spooky could see all this very clearly, In believing in fziries least. Al Seeks the Advice of an Expert. "NO APOLOGIES NECESSARY, JEFE) He SAD. “AND LISTEN, DON'T CALL ME GENER caw. me PERSH . “WELL, 1CFE, RE SAID,” YOU CAN GO HOME cN A Sjx MONTHS FURLOUGH. YouU'RE MAKING A SLAUGHTER oUT OF THIS WARL™ “X CAN'T HeLp TTHAT I'M A FIGHTING FooL, GENGRAL' T SAID KKIND OF APOLOGETIC L YES, TMA, T'VE MET A LOT OF FAMOUS MEN IN MY TIME . THE PRINCE OF WALES, CAL COOLIDGE, LINDBERGH, AL MUTT SMITH, HCRB HOOVER AND 3Yld B T WAS IN A TRENCH ONE DAY PUMPING LEAD INT® THE ENEMY WHEN SUDDENLY T HEARD A voICe SAY, “HeY,You WiTH e DECORATIONS FOR BRAVERY oN YOUR CHEST, WHAT'S YouR nAMe?" T TuRNED AROUND AND SALUTED, RECOGNIZING GENGRAL PERSHING! JEFF'S MY GENERAL PERSHING! T'LL NEVER FORGET MY MEETING F WITH THE GENGRAL: “THAT WAS A MOUSE." SPOOKY UNDER HIS BREATH. just inside. breath. his_eyes. rafter high up in the roof. “All I want now is to rest and sleep,” thought Spooky. He forget that it was a long time since he had had anything He forgot that there was such a thing as hunger. Rest and sleep were the two things that Spooky wanted to eat. | SAID | noy, He was trying to get his | Also, he was trying to adjust You see, he had been more than half blinded by the snow. Spooky’s eyes are made for seeing in the dark. Of course, he cannot see in absolute darkness, but he can see in darkness that you and I cannot see in. So after A few moments Spooky flew over to a for up where he was the light was dim, whereas down below it was not so dim. Outside the storm was still in prog- ress. Spooky could hear Rough Brother North Wind howling around the barn. ‘When Farmer Brown opened the barn door and entered snow blew in with him But inside that big barn it was as if there was no such thing as storms. It was warm and comfortable and peaceful. Spooky suddenly became aware that he was very, very hungry. It seemed to him just then that never had he been quite so hungry. “If only I had something to eat,” thought Spooky, “I would make myself at home here. Yes, sir, that is just what I would do. I guess I'll have to do it, anyway, for I am certainly not going out in this storm But I do wish there was some- thing to eat in here.” As if in answer to that wish, Spooky heard a squeak. It was a faint squeak, but those wonderful ears of Spooky's heard it. Such a change as came over Spooky then! He turned his head in the direction from which that sound had come and his eyes were very round AndTblg. “That was a mouse” said Spook: under his breath. “That was a mm.x Just then there was an answering squeak. Spooky half lifted his wings and leaned forward to hear better. “‘Another mouse,” he muttered. tainly am home here.” “I cer- g0ing to make myself at (Copyright, 1929.) LITTLE BENNY BY LEE PAPE. The Revilution. (A Play). Act 1. ‘The Queen: King deer, I wunt you to do me a little favor. I wunt you to give me a little diamond necklace. The King: Hay, do you know theres & expensive war going on? ‘The Queen: Sure, but your family comes ferst, dont I? Wats the good of being a queen if Im not going to look like one? ‘The King: O. all rite. Act 2. ‘The Princess: Papa your majesty, I wunt a string of perls about 2 yards long like the princess of some of the other countries have. WINTERTIME BY D. C. PEATTIE. The poet of gray days has yet to lift his voice. There are a few fine passages in Longfellow and Whittier, poets of a clime where gray days are predominant. Among the painters there are better exponents of the etched fine lines of winter afternoons. Redfield paints snow, but he paints it best in sunlight. Arthur Rackam is my fa- vorite in the subject, because he under- stands the tracery of leafless branches and the subdued high lights on trunks and silvery fruit pods of weeds. We need some one to point for us, with the bright pen of words, the sor- row of the cat-tail marsh in winter, the futile swinging of the oak leaf that did not fall in the macabre dance of it's fellows, and the way that tulip up and over the R J&f 24 BUD FISHER And the Funny Part of It Is, It’s True. (S oA By WELLINGTON And Pa’s the Target. IF THIS AINT T LMY T'LL EAT A WHALE ! BOAUSE SOCIETY HAS TOOR Y’ LIONIZIN' GANGSTER S, TH SAP INVITE S ONE OF 'EM YO BE OUR HOUSE -GLESYT FOR NAME,'SAYS T! ////%/ DONY BE SCARED, FELLA, DON'Y BE SCAREDY I & WASNT TRYIN' ' SMOKE. YA LP— JUST GIVIN' DIS NEW ROD A “TRY-OUT, EVEN IF I AN ON VACATION, I CAN'T AFFORD ' GIT OUT O'PRACTICE, Y& THis \s JusT THE PUP YOU NEED. NO CHANCE OF HIM GETTING LOST ETHER — HE'S SO TRAINED THAT NO MATTER WHERE HE 1S TAKEN HE WilL AWAYS RETURN MY LTTLE FIGHTER WANTS COMPANY DURING HIS ROAD WORK ‘SO 1M BUYING T WOULDN'T SOUNDS LIKE A GooD MIND \F HE WHATS His PronE NUMBER?) | HIME T MUST HAVE A COMPANIGN ON MY TRIP TO EVROPE B BUSINESS I'VE GOT A SCHEME WITH THIS SAUSRGE THAT'LL MAKE MONEY — WE'LL SELL HIM TOo A MAN ADVERTISIN' FOR R Doc WUZ ONWY 60 ‘The King: Wunting is one thing and getting _is another. ‘The Princess: Well if Im a princess I got to go around like one, dont I? The King: rite. O, all Act 3. Messenger: Your majesty, a revolu- tion has took place and this country is now a republic, so you and the queen are just plane Mr. and Mrs. King now, Mr. King. * ‘The King: Herray, no more heavy crowns for me, Im going out and buy ® nice lite straw hat. Act 4. ‘The Queen: How about that little diamond necklace? ‘The Princess: How about that string of perls? The King: Ha ha, dont make me laff. A republic is the only place to live in. The End. EEil bR Always have your car thoroughly greased after washing; grease will force the water out of shackle, king pins, and other parts of the chassis. My Neighbor Says: After cyclamen is through bloming, water it only every three or four days. Let it dry and the leaves will fall off. When Spring comes, put it in the gar- den in the shade until August, ‘when it should be repotted. ‘To clean light-colored shoes, go over them every week with a small, stiff brush that has been dipped in gasoline. Keep away from fire. Set the shoes in the air and sunlight until the odor of gasoline leaves them. Salt and pepper shakers that are filled from the bottom may be sealed with a piece of adhesive tape. Remove and renew the tape when the shakers are washed. After washing rag rugs, rinse them in a thin starch water, They will not then be so likely to curl on the floor. LIFE’S DARKEST MOMENT.—BY WEBSTER SAY,WILLAC, T fourD one. Y (== | WHUT'S ME LOOK ] FATTER ~KIMDER SWAY BACKESD AN KNO(K-KNEED, WATH A KINDER TEW A WHUT KIND OF A BREED TANGTHER ONE SAYS HE'S AKING OF A SETTER, O FELLER THINK S HE LODK'S MORE LIKE A GOAT AN ~ A DAWG. | RECK ™ ONE MAN'S GUESS A5 GOODAS AMOTHER 3. tress go marching Virginia hills, black against the sulky splendors of a Winter sunset. Never in my view are trees so fasci- nating or, for the matter of that, so profitably to be studied as in Winter. The true tree lover will even venture a reasonable guess at the identity of a tree from a distance by the pattern that it's twigs make against the sky. Somebody ought to coin a new word— I am not sure what it is, but I suspect that it is close to “etchery.” We have the word etching and also witchery. Combine the two and you have some- thing like an accurate name for that selfsame pattern. There is a redun- dancy of phrases to describe Spring- time nature, and the nature of Autumn and Summer, for that matter. The vo- cabulary for Winter is impoverished and trite, and words literally fail us. Did I not say that the poet of Winter was yet to be discovered in his garret? VWillie Willis BY ROBERT QUILLEN. “It was Aunt Ella’s fault about me bein’ late for school. She got to talkin’ about how clean I was an’ mamma looked at my ears.” (Copyright, 1929.) HEAR Y6 LOST YR DAWG! WeLL,) FOOLISH LOOKIM FALE. HUHT WeLL, HOME To You SOMEONE AN' HE'LL RUN RIGHT BACK To US! GET ME? FREEMAN Still Popular. G By GENE BYRNES Bargain Day. C.A.VOIGHT Holding His Own. o P P € (N Yok Woil) 99 — 0D au s NOTME HE Kicks Too MuCh. HE’'S ALWAYS CRABBING 'ABouT SOMETHING. NEW YEAR'S DAY HE WAS COMPLAINING ABoUT BROWN PATCH IN HIS MOUTH MOMMA “TELLS ME You HAVE A SWEETHEART! = \WHAT HE Blawkely Blawk For 7 = TAKE \T McNaught Syndteate, Ine, N. ¥ YESTERDAY HE WAS KICKING ABOUT THE WINTER GREENS~ CRYING BECAUSE RE WAS , TAKING FIVE PUTTS. I CANT PLAY WITH SUCH A GROUCH HERE RE AS 1 LIVE AND BREATHE, | IS NowW A BRINDLE BUFFET — HELLO, DOC, You OL DEAR. I'M GLAD To JoIN You /. IF_You WANNA BARGAIN TLL TELL YOU WHO My otHER SEVEN SWEETHEARTS ARE For A NICKEL! TELL ME HER NAME TLL GIVE You A ) -forTHE Love oF — /! UTE S/ | | SAID NO ! iy PlEASE ! OH VEAR— HE \WON'T EAT 2 THING—THATS A VERY BAD SI6N — <4 - BuT, onThe OTHER HAND, HE'S BEciuNme To SWEAR !