Evening Star Newspaper, May 7, 1929, Page 37

THE EVENING STAR. WASHINGTON, D. C, TUESDAY, MAY 7, 1929. YES 1 HAK A NICE ROOR FOR YOU WR. M*GINIS AmD HERES A TAEERAN weVE WELL - Tl Ten TW WORLD THIS BABY HAS MUSHBY SITTIN' ON THE HOT SEAT! SHE MUST BE REMEMBER 1 MUST HAVE THE _"JT“ WHETHER SHE LOVES ME OR NOT t to do 7 Mr. Mushby Can’t Stand ! the Suspense. ANO MATTER (,; TOUCHIAG, ISNT IT?/ £ [ IF THATS AL L 760 WANT, MAME | STICK AROUAD AWHILE ALL VANILLA ! AS A RoMANCE ITS SKIM MILK ! I LIKE ME MEAT RARE AND 1 READ THE ANOOSPAPERS AND T LIKE A MURDER OR TwWo 1N ME LOVE STORIES / BEDTIME STORIE Mrs. Wood Duck. What to do and where to g0 Somehow mothers always know. Old Mother Nature. It certainly was a queer sight that Peter Rabbit saw. When he got home to the dear Old Briar Patch he told Mrs. Peter that it was the queerest sight he had ever seen or ever expected to see. Probably he will say the same thing the next queer sight he sees. But it was queer, there's no denying that. Peter was in his favorite place under & certain little hemlock tree, where he ‘was quite hidden himself, but could watch the home of the Wood Ducks. This was, as you know, a hole high up in the dead tree. Peter at the time ‘was half asleep. It was early in the morning and Peter had been out and about most of the night. He awoke fully, however, when he saw Mrs. Wood Duck poke her head out of that hole and look sharply this way and that. ‘Then her head was withdrawn. Peter had just started to yawn when that head reappeared, and this time there ‘was something in the bill. “Graclous,” exclaimed Peter under his breath, and his eyes were very wide open indeed. What do you think was in that bill? A Duckling! Yes, sir, Mrs. Wood Duck was holding one of her bables in her bill. In a twinkling she ‘was out of that hole and away she shot straight off toward the pond of Paddy the Beaver. “Graclous!” exclaimed . _“Did I see that or did I I wonder if she’ll take any more that way.” Peter didn’t wonder very long. In a surprisingly short time Mrs. Wood Duck ‘was back and had disappeared in that hole 'way up in the dead tree. She was ‘working fast, was Mrs. Wood Duck, for it seemed to Peter that hardly had her tall disappeared. in that hole when her whirred on stout 'In(s'nt:‘ again dis- :?peued in the direction of the pond dentl_he Beaver. “Oh, 1” exclaimed Peter, “I wish BY THORNTON W. BURGESS there were two of me. I mean, I wish I could be in two places at the same time. I wish I could be here and there. But if I'm here I can't be there and if I'm there I can't be here. If I could run as fast as Mrs. Wood Duck can fly 1 might be able to do it. I want to see her take all of those babies out of that hole, but I want to see her hide them all at the pond of Paddy the Beaver and I can't do it. Oh dear, I wish I were two instead of one!™ Peter was quite undecided whether to remain where he was or to be satis- fied with what he had seen there and g0 over to the pond and see where Mrs. ‘Wood Duck was leaving her bables. He was still thinking about it, still unde- cided, when again Mrs. Wood Duck took a baby in her bill and flew away with it. “If T go over there I may not be able to find them,” thought Peter, “and I'll miss out both ways. I guess I'll stay right here and see her carry the last one. Then I'll go over there to Paddy's pond. T'll probably have more chance of finding them.” ‘This was very sensible of Peter. He tried to keep count as Mrs. Wood Duck came and went, but it wasn't long be- fore he was all mixed up. “I won't know when she gets the last one,” sald he forlornly. “Hello! She isn't taking this one in her bill. It must be she isn't taking any this time. I wonder if it can be that she has them all over to the water and has just come back to make sure.” Mrs. Wood Duck left the tree with her usual swift flight. And then Peter saw something that made him rejoice that he had stayed right where he was. It was & Duckling ping out of the hole Mrs. Wood Duck had just left. A few moments later Mrs. Wood Duck was back. This time she didn't enter the hole, but clung to the edge of it, and that Duckling scrambled right up on her back. And away she went! And Peter knew then that she must have carried one in the same way on her grevmxf trip, for he had seen none in er (Copyright, 1929.) The Daily Cross-Word Puzzle (Copyright, 1929.) . Sacred Egyptian beetles. . Strive to equal, . English title. . City in Southern France. ‘Wreath. . Disparages. . Small bundle of hay. . Consumed. . Combing form, relating to China. . Light craft. . Fragrant. . Crow-like birds. . Mass of floating ice. . Split. . Grant. . 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