Evening Star Newspaper, February 6, 1929, Page 31

BEDTIME STORIE Roughleg Gets a Hint. Take & hint where'er you find it: “Twill often pay you well to mind it. ~—Roughleg the Hawk. “The trouble with snow is,” muttered Roughleg the Hawk, as he hungrily looked this way and that way across the Green Meadows, now all covered with snow, “that a fellow doesn't know where to look. ‘There is no way of jowing where these Meadow Mice are . When there is no snow the moving of the grass will tell me where Mice are living and then I can watch those particular places. Sooner or later 1 am sure to catch a Mouse. Hello, NE WATCHED REDDY COME DOWN FROM THE OLD PASTURE. there's Reddy Fox! I wonder if he ex- ts to have any better luck than I ve. That isn’t any luck at all.” He watched Reddy come down from the Old Pasture. As soon as Reddy reached the snow-covered Green Mead- ows it was evident that he, too, was looking for Meadow Mice. He was do- ing real hunting. He trotted from tussock to tussock of grass and from clump to clump of weeds. At each he used that sharp nose of his. He knew where Danny Meadow Mouse and his friends were likely to be found. He knew that where there were seeds there would sooner or later be Mice. Very trim and neat looked Reddy Fox as he moved from one clump to an- other. His ears were set forward, and Roughleg knew by this that Reddy was using his ears as well as his nose and eyes. Suddenly Reddy paused with one black foot uplifted. His head had turned quickly to one side. For just BY THORNTON W. BURGESS he sprang forward and began to dig rapidly. My, how he made the snow Roughleg leaned forward eagerly to see if idy would catch a Mouse. He half chuckled when he saw that Reddy was unsuccessful. Then a sud- den thought came to lwu‘h]ef‘ “Mice do not travel very far under the snow,” thought he. “It is sure that Reddy heard one and tried to dig him out. Now that Mouse will not go very far away. I know now where there is at least one Mouse. If there is one there probably is more than one. That place will bear watching.” Meanwhile, Reddy Fox had moved on. For some little distance he trotted from one bunch of grass to another and from one weed clump to another. Then, as before, he sprang forward and began to dig rapidly; and, as before, Rough- leg leaned forward eagerly. He wasn't quite sure about it, but he thought that Reddy caught a Mouse this time. If he was unsuccessful, there was one more place for Roughleg to watch. Roughleg_would watch it anyway, for even if Reddy were successful, there might be other Mice there also. Roughleg bent his head and then, lifting one foot, he scratched the base of his hooked bill with one of his great claws. “I wonder that I never thought of it before,” muttered he. “Here I've been wondering how I could find out where the Mice are under the snow and until today it didn’t occur to me to make use of Reddy Fox. Now I will no longer waste time watching in the wrong places. ' I'll just keep a sharp eye on the places where Reddy has been digging. Reddy doesn’t know he has been doing me a favor. No, sir, Reddy doesn’t know that. But he has been doing me the biggest kind of a favor. Ha! He caught a Mouse that time! ‘I hope he doesn’t catch them all. Anyway, I'm glad that he hasn't got as empty a stomach as I have.” Just then Roughleg looked over at the place where Reddy had been dig- ging at first, Then he spread his great wings and a second later he was right above that spot. He plunged down and when he was once more in the air he had a MouSe. Those sharp eyes of his had seen that Mouse peeping out of the hole that Reddy had dug. “I knew it!” said Rougl to him- self as he flew back to his perch. “Al- ways before I have been-jealous when Reddy Fox has hunted on, the Green Meadows. Now I hope he'll keep on hunting, for a while anyway. I feel better now. It is queer what a dif- ference in the outlook a little food in the stomach makes.” (Copyright, 1029 s second he stood motionless. Then Abe Martin Says: LITTLE BENNY BY LEE PAPE. ing to eat a big apple and Puds Simkins came up, wich he always seems to wen anybody elts is eating anything, saying, Hay, give us'a bite. Wich I did, and pritty soon he sed, Hay, give us another bite, will you? . Holy smokes Im always giving you bites, I sed. Dident, I just give you one? I sed, and he sed, Yes but wats one bite compared to a whole apple? ell, you can’t yfi the d!fle‘mnee.’ 1 " says “we m;. xgh don't wun”pld \wney e, Reuritis to arthritis. Speakin' o' new auto models, who Tecalls when it wuz the ever changin' ;y'l:rg' derby hats that kept us in hot The Missing Link | ©- ‘The relics of & man unknown were found some time ago; some back teeth and an ankle bone, a finger and a toe. ‘The scientists have pondered well upon those remnants of that lost man, and now they the facts concerning . He had a large and brawny shape, h: withstand stress and strain; had 80 common,’ who's changed her he had the visage of an ape and yet 8 human brain. He lived on nuts and jaw designed for cracking such; with beef and mutton, roast or raw, he seldom was in touch. In some dark cave he had his lair, among the clay and mould; his frame was covered thick with hair to shield him from the cold. He was a mischief-loving wight, as are all simple folk, and often left his roost at night to play some sprightly i?:e. He was an expert throwing rocks, threw with deadly aim, and thus he slew the jabberwocks that tried to clim] . And so the scientists describe a man we cannot know, who fiuud away with all his tribe a mil- lon years ago. Of old, when reading such a tale, I used to cry, “Gee whiz! How savants follow up a trail. How wondrous science is! ‘These four-eyed scholars see a tooth of prehistoric man, and straightway hand us out the truth about the race he ran.” But now I say, “It's safe to make a guess like that, 1 know; we cannot prove it is a fake, mor can they prove it's so. It isn't risky to invent that sort of brash re- G wizz dont be so stingy. Well Tl give you one more bite if you promise not to ask for any more, I sed. All rite, thats a go, I promise not to F g i §5 i ] ] ngg e et | :‘gE giesd £ going I dident feel like going in the and I sed, Well I tell you wat Ill do with you, Ill give you the core if you gortnue not to want any more till I get 1 Meening the core, and Puds sed, All rite thats a go, if you leeve a decent '%fix.lezfi. ndge being my ony reve that Reddy Merfy came up and made Puds give him half the core. Russian Salad Dressing. Mix one teaspoonful of salt with one- fourth teaspoonful of black pepper, half a tablespoonful of ground mustard, one- fourth teaspoonful of paprika, one ta- blespoonful of sugar, and one small can of milk. Beat in oil to make a thick dd the juice of two or three lemons, or a scant cupful, and beat hard. The mixture will look curdled, but it will come out all right. Then add half a cupful of port, now that the prehistoric gent can’t bring a suit in court.” WALT MASON. tomato catsup and blend in thoroughly. This will make about one quart of dressing. The Events Leading Up to the Tragedy. —BY WEBSTER. THERE'S THAT INFERNAL T DOORBELL AGAIN T 2 A 77 T 7 \ Tor FROM THE ELECTRIC © LIGHT COMPAMY, WOULD [ $00 MIr D TCLLIMG ME W, AN ELECTRIC WROMN 1S, USED I YOUR HoME T T FROM e TELEMIONE C > A D et A 305 4 PEwe QUESTION 5, FIRST = DO YU READ A BOOKLET ENCLISED WA THE BILL EACH MONTI T T Vieom e TRETEARCH DEPARTIMENT OF THE COMSOM can ; JTHE EVENING STAR, WASHINGTO g1’ Mes Must Have Shot This One in 1 was sitting on our frunt steps start-| * STOP umfiym'" TLL HANDLE THIS SIR SIDNEY, T KNOW 5| A HOLE MADE (N ONE Less THAN PAR 1S A BIRDIE, AND T Know Au"n%‘f&?“&" w Amm LJUNDCR PAR IS AN EAGLE; BUT WHAT Do You CALL (T WHEN ONE MAKES A Hore IN THREC UNDER YES, SIR SIDNEY, T'M WelL SATISFIED B WiTH MY GOLE. T CAN CRACK NWETYS H on THe ARDSLGY, ST. ANDREWS, AKMON\', OLYMPIA FIELDS , AGUA SIR SIDNEY'S IN THG NEXT ROOM' He Knows ALL ABOUT GOLFe T'LL ASK Him! CALIENTE OR ANY COURSE. BUT JEFF IS TERRIBLE: He CAN'T CRACK A HUNDRGD AND TWENTY? IN FACT, I'VE NEVER SEEN HiM MAKE ONE PAR IN ALL THE YEARS Wc've PLAYCD TRGETHER: WHEN BUSINESS FOR ONIX ENUFF MONEY TOENABLELUS.TO | LIVE AS WE'VE BEEN LVING, 1 CAN'T Do R THING WID ROVEHHOUSE ! HIS FICHT 1S SCHEDULED FER SATURDAY AN' HE WON'T Do ANY TRAININ HEWO -~ YES, THIS IS Rovcflflcéu‘szs RILEY'S HE WHIPS MANAGER == === ; WHAT ? SURE=--~- Dis BUFFALO < 2 ZHAMP . SEND Hl OVE HE'S { MADE! oo YOUNG T REALIZE WHAT THIs BIG BATTLE MEANS To . HiM HAVE You EVER. CADDIED BEFORE, YOUNG MAN ? WHO, ME ? SURE! J'VE CADDIED FOR BOBBIE JONES| “THE. PRINCE OF WALES AND CRARLIE SCRWAB gradually mufihnhd ——_peiee ) 36 WOULD You LIKE TO SPEND YOUR SUMMERS IN FUR COATS AN’ YOUR WINTERS IN BATHIN T WOULD SPEND MY SUMMERS IN BATHIN’ SUITS AN' MY WINTERS IN /77 COATS! ©1919 MY TRIBUNE, INC. SHE WouLp THINK OF DOG SOMETHING Like THAT AT THE LAST MINUTE BETORE. LEANING TORTHE SOUTH —=— — Anp BoY! 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THAT PHONE CALL WAS FROM MY UTTLE FIGHTER'S QPPONENT — HE SRYS His MANAGER 1S COMING OVER HERE To MAKE R PROPOSITION - Just Maoe 1t— WeLL, & MADE A PAR THREE WoLE IN_THREE UNDER PAR YESTE AT HAMPTON- ROADS, S AND T'M WRITING T MOTHER AND T WANT T TELL HeR ABOUT BECALISE YOU ARE SATISFIED TO BE MIDDLE-CLASS ALL YOLR LIFE, YOL THINK YOU'VE DONE WONDERFULLY WELL=BUY, ] DON'T, YOou — You - FAILURE! HM-MLTH BEYTIN 1S "TEN T’ ONE TRAT TH SAP'S RESFONS- LINE! WELL, MY BOY USURLLY KNOCKsS EM COLD IN TE FIRST ROUND == ToR FWE HUNDRED BUCKS HE'LL LET YOUR KID- — T KNOW YOU'RE ANXIOUS THAT YOUR LITTLE FIGHTER MAKES A GOOD SHOWING IN HIS FIRST SCRAP = AND FoR QSSO::‘ R1_':_.L T f&n MAKE A NAME, FOR HIMSELF £ 1M OFF vae 4 ~TOOAY !/