Evening Star Newspaper, January 24, 1929, Page 43

BEDTIME STORIE Boy as he realized what he held in his | Farmer Brown's Boy. Oh, you who would the truth divine, Give heed to every little sign. —Old Mother Nature. Farmer Brown's Boy had noticed that there did not seem to be as many rats and mice as there had been in the big barn. “Black Pussy,” said Farmer Brown's Boy, “must have been busy out here. That is queer, too, for I've missed her of late. She doesn't seem to spend half the time hunting here that she did. Anyway, it is a good thing to get rid of those rats and mice.” Just then Black Pussy came along and Farmer Brown's Boy stooped to pat her and talk to her. “You are a good cat,” said he. “You certainly have cleaned out the mice here.” Black Pussy arched her back and BUT NOT A SINGLE LITTLE PELLET DID HE SEE. rubbed ggainst Farmer Brown's Boy's legs and purred, just as if she under- stood what he had been saying. If she had understood it, she probably would have had a laugh all to herself. For the truth was, Black Pussy was not catching any mise or rats in Farmer Brown's barn. It was only now and then she ever caught sight of one. Farmer Brown’s Boy picked up the broom and began to sweep up the barn floor. Presently he paused and bent over to examine something on the floor. ‘Then he picked it up and broke it open. It was a little pellet of fur and bones. ‘The fur was mouse fur and the bones were mouse bones. There was a funny look on the face of Farmer Brown's BY THORNTON W. BURGESS han@ He looked up to the roof of the barn, floor again. He discovered some more pellets—quite a number of them. He whistled softly. know about this?” he exclaimed. “There is an owl in this barn, or at| least there has been. I've seen these things too often not to know what they are. When an owl catches a mouse he cannot digest the bones and the fur. So, when everything else is di- gested, the fur and the bones are rolled up into little balls and he drops them out of his mouth. I have seen them ! many times under the tree where Spooky the Owl lives. Black Pussy, I guess I've been giving you credit that you didn’t deserve. I thought it queer that the rats and the mice disap- peared so suddenly. I shall have to look into this. I wonder if by any chance it can be that Spooky has moved over here to the barn.” So Farmer Brown's Boy, after he had finished his chores, tramped over through the Old Orchard to the tree where he knew Spooky the Screech Owl had been living. He looked all around on the snow, but not a single little pellet did he find. Then he put his hand in the hollow in the tree where Spooky made his home. Of course, there was no Spooky there, Snow had blown into that hollow and | it had not been disturbed. That meant that no vne had been living there since | the storm. “It must be,” said Farmer Brown's Boy as he tramped back to the barn, “it must be that Spooky is there right now. I wonder how he got in.” Then he happened to glance up and noticed the holes high up in the peak that had been made for pigeons one time. Instantly he guessed that that was the way Spooky had entered. “The little rascal!” said he. “He cer- tainly knows when he is well off. He must have come in here looking for mice and then decided that he couldn’t go l‘)etter than to stay. I wonder where e is.” Farmer Brown's Boy climbed up in the haymow. He looked along all the rafters and beams. Finally, away over toward the end*of a long rafter he saw a little brown bunch. It was Spook: Farmer Brown's Boy grinned. “I'm | glad I know you're herey’ said he. “It | means hard times for the rats and the mice, so I hope you'll stay.” To all of which Spooky the Owl said nothing at all, for Spooky was fast asleep. (Copyright, 1920.) Abe Martin Says: "/’f 1 Your/é Oscar THE BOY S0PRANO ON THEAIR.. AT 7220 To00/ 64T It don’t make no difference what it is, a woman’ll buy anything she a store is losin’ money on. Do farmers have to go to the trouble of fillin’ out income tax blanks anyhow? (Copyright, 1820) e e e Going in Debt. 1If people never had the flu, and never broke a bone or two, and dodged the fever and the chills—it would be fine to run up bills. If people never lost their jobs nor had to train with hope- less mobs, nor had reverses to regret, it would be fine to go in debt. If man could don Elijah’s robe, or read things in a crystal giobe, and look ahead eight years or so, and see no sign of grief or woe, it certainly would be no crime to buy all sorts of things on time. But who can look ahead one day and know that he'll be hale and gay, and earning fourteen kinds of mon, when he beholds tomorrow’s sun? Where is the delegate inspired who can be sure he won't be fired, if business slumps or if the boss considers him a total loss? If we could only look ahead along the path we have to tread and be quite sure it has no snares to bring us ruin unawares, then ‘we might buy all over town, and bid the merchants chalk it down. “The crystal . tells us,” we might say, “that nothing evil blocks our way e will not fall for some disease, or Itave rheumatics in our knees; we won't be caught by fakers’ games, no motor cars will climb our frames, the firms we work for will not fail and we’ll be always earning kale.” But we're not seers, we cannot know what freight tomorrow has of woe. And s0 it seems the wiser plan to pay our bills up while we can, and then, if troubles dire we meet, our credit will be good as wheat. How to Torture Your Wife. i | STAY Home Z |34 CF F1cE GET ALom T 5T Ww A LITTLE BENNY BY LEE PAPE. Ma was trying on a pair of kid gloves in her room to see if the cleeners had shrank them besides washing them, and I noticed her diamond ring on the edge of her bewro, thinking G, heres a good chance to hide it and then she'll feel glad as anything wen she finds out it aint lost for reel. And I quick stuck it in my pockit and pritty soon ma started to look all around like somebody looking for some- thing, saying. Well thats funny, I meen its serious, wat could I of done with my diamond ring? G wizz, ma, you dont think you could of nocked it out the window, do you? I sed. and she sed, Wat, why how could I, ware do you get such thawts, do you wunt a good crack? No mam, G wizzickers ma, ony some- | times peeple shake things out the win- | dow and their libel to shake out some thing exter by axsident, I sed, and ma | ed, Well my ‘goodness ‘I dident shake anything out of the window, did I?' - No mam, I sed, and she sed, Well then for land sakes why do you keep harping on that subject? And she started to look around agen, saying, I could of sworn on a thousand bibles that I put it on this bewro, my good- ness if Ive lost that ring your father will never get through tawking about it, he's always saying I dont take care of it. but I havent lost it, how could I M‘bl{h‘l’l{;in e g, G, sipposing she gets mad insted of glad wen she finds out I had it all a time. And I sed, Hay ma, wouldent it be grate if you found out somebody had been hiding it all a time just to give you a plezzant shock? Your the ony somebody thats been in here, and Ill give you a slap that youll carry to the grave if youve been up to any such trick as that, ma sed, and I sed, No mam, G winnickers, ma, I dont meen me. And as soon as she wasent looking I put her ring on the edge of the corner of the bewro and layed down on the floor on my stummick to finish reeding my book, and ma kepp on looking and pritty soon she sed, Here it is, why its rite here, Im so relieved I could just kick myself, I better either go and see an oculist or a sanity expert. Me not saying anything. Confetti Was Overworked. After a wedding in one of the inland towns of Scotland it developed tnat several of the guests were injured or inconvenienced by grit getting in their eves, mouth and under their clothing during the business of sayng good-by to ‘the briday party. The explanation was that it was the fourth girl in the family to get married and the confetti had done service at each of the pre- vious weddings. It naturally gathered some dirt with it after being swept up 50 many times. It was fortunate that there was not another girl in the fam- ily or the results would probably /have been more disastrous when the cohfetti was used for the fifth time. —By Webster v \NSWER 1T TLL A s?‘ \ [ MADGE Wit Sav7 e WITH HER CAR AND RN | AUCTION SALE OF AT T | Sou ee €0t o Go o “ FOR. LUMC -—IMA,:V? TAL TN oF Vizve oL DRODGES - \ WAT'S ALL YOU ARE ™ DEE — TUES DAY - LUNCHEL WEONES DAY - CHAR 1Ty BRIOGE = AmMD BRIDGE —~ . SA ME 16 0 YOUR A€ Ay 7 f s it WhA Yone Then he began to look on the ! “Now, what do you THE EVENING STAR, WASHINGTOX, D. C, THURSDAY; JANUARY 24, 1929 THE CHEERFUL CHERUB T A RS L Two worlds 1 have, . waking. one Of trees and streets 2nd sunny shies, And then a strange , dark, silent one I enter when | close my eyes RAecann d GUP Caught in the Act. AH-H-H ! 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Looi 1T OVER AND SEE IF IVE GOT EVERYTHING I SHOULD e JUST SANIC AN APPROACH SROT FroM A SAND TRAP. FELLER OR A SHORT. FELLER? HOLY MACKEREL!! There! GCES THE REST OF THE OU LADY'S CHICKEN THAT SHE WAS GONNA MAKE CHICKEN HASH OUT OF FoR THe Love OF MIKE, AIN'T THERE NO WATER INIT HM-M1TH JOKE'S ON HIMY AN' THAT LOOKRIN' -GLASS LOST ME A HUNDRED AN’ SIXTY SMACKS? 3UsT SAVED THAT LUNCH IN TIME Kekling—o gt Syndicate, Ine., K. ¥. TERE’S JUST ONE MORE. TRING You NEED AND ThAT'S A MAY%IM SILENCER KIDDIN? wE was AT/ FELLER ABOUT THAT SIZE AN' HE WANTED To BORROW TWO CENTS! 01929 Ny TRIBUNE, INE = PST-T — IT's ThE B0SS —WANTS To Kiow WHEN HE 08N EXPECT You Back ~0H, HE LooKs FINE - ER, WHY. ER, | REALLY GAN'T SAY~ - TELLTHAT Bo2o To MIND WIS OWN Business !’