Evening Star Newspaper, May 2, 1929, Page 47

THE EVENING STAR. WASHINGTON, D. C., THURSDAY, MAY 2, 1929. | STATIC. —BY GAAR WILLIAMS Il [mame —ov casm wisioms 3 . o ) )‘ 4 WELL 1 WROTE HIM THAT CLIMBIN' AROUND IN TH WATE MOUNTAINS WITH #is CHUM WOULDN'T BE NEAR TH EYERCIHE THAT CLIMBIN' UP IN_ Hi5 UNCLE Te MILTS BANK WouLD BE_~ AN 607 IT Au,nxzp,fié}? R KM T’ IS E g BEDTIME STORIE A careless ook, & wandering glance, And lo! a secret found by chance. —Beauty the Wood Duck. Seeing Things. Peter Rabbit sat under a little hem- lock tree back a short distance from the shore of the pond of Paddy the Beaver. He had given up looking for the nest of Beauty the Wood Duck. As he sat there under the little hem- lock tree there was nothing in particu- lar on his mind. He had a full stom- ach and he was just sitting there hav- ing daydreams. Now out just beyond him was a dead tree. It was a tree that long before had been killed by lightning. It was quite tall and, of G__MOVE IN THERE,” SAID HE UNDER HIS BREATH. course, it was bare. Even the bark had peeled from it. Half way up this tree, on the side facing Peter, was a hole. “1 can remember when Bobby Coon used to live in that tree,” said Peter to | himself. “I- wonder if anybody has lived in it since. I guess not. I have never seen any one around it. goodness! What was that?” Peter abruptly sat up very straight with his ears pointing straight up like My | BY THORNTON W. BURGESS two exclamation marks and his eyes very round and wide. With all his might he stared at that hole half! way up that dead tree. “I saw something move in there,” said he under his breath. “I know I did. It must be | some one is living there right now. | Probably it is one of the owl family. | Still, it may be one of Bobby Coon's children. Or perhaps it is one of the possum family. I shall sit right here until I find out. So Peter once more made himself comfortable and kept his eyes fixed on that hole in the dead tree. Two or three times he thought he saw some- thing moving back in the hollow, but it was so dark in there that he couldn't be quite sure. Peter was patient. Peter can be very, very patient when he wants to be. At last his patience was re- warded. A head was suddenly thrust |out of that hole and just as quickly | drawn back. Peter gasped. Yes, sir, he gasped. | Then he rubMed his eyes. “Did I, or ididn'& I?" he muttered. “I certainly | did. but I couldn’t have. It must have | been my imaginaton. Such a thing icouldn't happen. There it is again. I certainly am seeing things.” It was true that the thing had hap- ‘penefl again. A head had been poked | out of that hole in the tree and just as iquickly withdrawn. Peter was certain that that head was the head of a duck, but whoever heard of ducks in holes in trees high up from the ground! Cer- tainly, he had never heard of such a thing and that was why he couldnt ! make himself believe his own eyes. “That head looked just like the head of Mrs. Wood Duck,” thought Peter. “But of course, it wasn't. I wish I | could climb like Happy Jack Squirrel. I would climb right up that tree and find out who was living in that hole. I must have been thinking so much about those Wood Ducks that when I saw some one else my imagination made me see a Wood Duck. My, I wish I | could find out just who is in there!” i But, though Peter watched for a long, long time, he saw nothing further and finally left to go back to the pond of Paddy the Beaver as puzzled as he had ever been in all his life. The Daily Cross-Word Puzzle (Copsright, 1929.) . Stopper. 5. Formed a heap of. . Temporary shelter. . Hebrew measure. . Like an old woman. . Land extent. 7. Churchman, French. . Pertaining to the throat. . Repair. . Mint shrub. . Macaque of India. . Base ball team. Row. . Something owed Toward the bottom. . Cancels. . Equips. . Intoxicating Bornean pepper plant. | Lepidopterous insect. . A German author. . Place. . Small fish. 3. Scotch health. . Complaint. . Irksomely. . Fashions. Venetian duke. Descendant of Mahomet. Economical. Makes loud, rattling noise . Farrago. . Images. . Preposition. . Chamber. 5. Prefectures of Greece. Tropical sloth 67. Shoemaker’s tools. . Classify. . Fast of 40 days. Down. . Wild swine. . Boss on a shield. . Pen tips. ¥ Tinzedps with certain color. . Heathen. . Accustomed. . Fleur de lis. . Guido scale note. Kind of pistol. . Kodak. . War god. . Carte. 3. Stuffs. 21. Ansrachnid. | 23. Chops. 25. Double. . Give up. . Wear away. . Moderated . Type of window. Swift. . Buzz. More than satisfies. . Drawing up the shoulders. . Comfort. Full of fun. . Blessing. Discharge. . Language peculiarities. Shouted. Bllliard term. ail bird. Opposite to aloft; rare. . Stringed instrument. ANSWER TO YESTERDAY'S PUZZLE. . Color of a horse. . 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