Evening Star Newspaper, June 2, 1929, Page 114

soep STORITES_SPO¥ GAMES’ PUZZLES e The school bells will soon be silent for vaca- tion, but this week we’ll give them a last chance %o ring in a cross-word puzzle. Ding, Dong! . ' The definitions are: Horizontal. 2. A medicinal plant. 4. To lay again. 9. Bachelor of Arts (abbr.). 8. River in Italy. 9. Freedom. 12, Near. 13. Electrical engineer (abbr.). 14. Toward the top. 15. Unusual. 16. Therefore. . Boy’s name. . A narrow passage of water. . A wolflike animal. . To recede. . April (abbr.). . To lick up. . Extremities. . Affirmation. —_— I am a three-letter word. By putting vari- ous letters in front of me, I become to strike, tidy, warmth and a kind of fuel. Can you guess me? g Four articles of clothing are concealed in this GUESS THESE FOUR ARTICLES OFCLOTHING ( 7 V/4 e S '@ e ‘Bach of the following words is the name of & famous English poet in jumbled order. Can Yyou straighten them out? 1. BONRY. 2. LESHEYL. 3. PASHEREAKES. 4. SONNENTY. D —5— Getting back to the subject of bells, here are two word chains. Remember, that you must change just one letter at a time, always form- ing a complete word. Change BELL to RING in six moves. Change ROPE to TOLL in three moves. —— Two girls’ names are concealed in the sen- tence below. Can you find them? “She lends you her pad so you will not mar Your fine table.” Answers. 1. Cross-word puzzle solution. EEERN (@[ C| EEEN @ c| UEE O] Mfiflg 2. Eat. Beat, neat, heat, peat. 3. The four. articles of clothing are cape, pants, shawl and sweater. 4. Byron, Shelley, Shakespeare and Tennyson. 5. BELL—bill—will—wile—wine—wing— RING. ROPE—role—roll—TOLL. 6. Helen and Mary. WASHINGTON, D. C, JUNE 2, 1929—PART 7. e BOYS and | IRLS PAGE The Boy Who Couldn’t Lose A Story of Tennis and Sportsmanship BY V. BOYCE MORGAN Silently Johnny picked up his sweater, and walked away from the court beside the girl. INSTALLMENT L HE spectators lounging around the courts of the North Side Tennis Club talked excitedly in low tones. There on the white-lined rectangle before them the impossible was happening, and they were lucky enough to be witnessing it. As the two players on the court fought grimly over the final points of the set, the watchers were careful not to miss a single stroke. Dave Shade was being beaten! Dave Shade was far and away the best young tennis player in the city. He had won every tournament in two years, and hadn't lost a set so far this season. But now the games were five to three against him, and an inspired op- ponent would not be denied. Across the court from Dave, Johnny Albert, his best friend, set himself to serve again. The ball whistled over the net like a bullet. Dave drove it back to Johnny's feet and rushed to the net, but Johnny made a brilliant pick-up, lobbing the ball over Dave’s head to the base line. The point, the game and the set were won and Dave Shade, pride of the tennis club, had tasted defeat. With a delighted little cry, Johnny ran to the net. “Well, I did it, Dave!” he said with a grin. “I finally beat you. How does it feel to lose, for a change?” Dave's face was black with anger. He turned away from his friend, then said over his shoul= der, “I don't see what you have to crow about. I couldn’t beat luck like you were having today. And don't feel set up. You'll never beat me again in a hundred years.” Johnny’s smile fled from his face, and a flush slowly mounted in its place. Silently he watched his friend walk away from him, pick up a sweater and his racket press, and stalk from the court. Then with a sigh, Johnny turned and walked to the side-lines. There a young girl was sitting, and her pretty face now wore a puzzled frown. Silently Johnny picked up his sweater, and walked away from the court beside the girl. He paid little attention to the admiring comments of the spectators who had witnessed his victory. For some distance he walked along beside the girl, neither speaking. Finally she broke the silence. “What's the matter, Johnny?” she inquired. “What did that brother of mine say to you? ‘Was he mad because you beat him?” Johnny nodded grimly, then turned to Betty Shade with a troubled smile. “I don't know what we're going to do with Dave, Betty,” he said. ‘“‘He’s your brother and he’s my friend, and I hate to say it about him, but he’s simply a rotten sport. Just think! That’s the first time I've ever beaten him, and he couldn’t take it with a grin. Everybody knows that I'm not in it with him as a tennis player. I'm erratic, and today I just happened to be playing better than I know how.” “You were wonderful,” cried Betty enthusias- tically, “Your drive was simply great.” “Yes, but what satisfaction is there in win- ning when a fellow takes it like Dave does? I can't understand him. He’s such a prince in everything else, but he just takes tennis too seriously. Golly, it’s only a game!” They were approaching the Shade home. As they came up the walk they saw Dave sitting on the porch, but as soon as he saw who his sister's companion was, he rose hastily and went into the house. “Look at that!” exclaimed Johnny. “He just hasn't any use for me now! Isn't it the limit?” Betty bit her lip in vexation. “I'm awfully sorry, Johnny,” she said. “It makes me feel terrible when he acts like that. And another thing that makes me furious is that he’ll never play with me. He says it hurts his game to play with a girl, and he absolutely refuses to do it. Isn't that a nice way for a brother to act?” They seated themselves on the porch of the Shade home and silently considered the prob- lem. Finally Johnny spoke. “What Dave needs,” he said sadly, “is just to be beaten so badly and so completely that he'll look like a monkey. It would do him good just to see how it feels. But there’s nobody in this town who can do it.” “Well,” said Betty hopefully, “we are going up to Lake Cameron next week for a vacation, and maybe there will be somebody there who can beat him.” “But Dave told me today that he wasn't going to go with you,” replied Johnny. “He said he'd rather stay here and play a lot of tennis.” “Well, that's news to me,” exclaimed Betty. “Mother and Dad expeet him to go, I know. But if he wants to stay, I guess he'll stay.” After another long silence, during which their faces remained grave, Betty turned to Johnny with an air of desperation. “Johnny, we've simply got to do something about Dave,” she said. “We're the best friends he has, and if we don’t help him, nobody else will. Why, if he doesn't learn to be a better sport, it's liable to ruin his whole life. Can't you boys at the club do anything about it?” Johnny considered the matter for a moment. He was president of the North Side Tennis Club, and had a great deal of influence with the other members. “Well, Betty,” he answered reluctantly. “There’s one thing I can do, but I certainly hate to. I can tell the boys about the way Dave acted today, and we could suspend him from membership. That means that none of us would play with him. But if I do that, you know what it means. It means I lose my best friend.” “I know it,” sald Betty sadly. “But Johnny, I believe that might help him. It's a big sac- rifice for you to make, but—oh, I wish you'd do it.” “If you say so, Betty,” said Johnny with a grim smile, “that’s all the urging I need. We are having a business meeting tonight. I'll round up some of the boys now and fix it up. When Dave comes back from the meeting to- night, he’ll be in disgrace with us.” Johnny left a few minutes later, and Betty walked slowly into the house. There she found her brother, who had changed his clothes and was reading the afternoon paper. As she entered he looked up. ‘“Has Johnny gone?” he inquired. His hand- some face still wore an ugly scowl. Betty nodded. “Wasn't that game awful this afternoon?” Dave went on. “Did you ever see such luck? He had three net rolls in the last two games.” “Oh, for goodness sake, Dave!” cried Betty. “Can’t you give Johnny a little credit? He beat you fairly, just because he played a better game than you. Why can't you admit it?” With an angry snort, Dave turned back to his paper. And if Betty had felt any doubt about the wisdom of that course that she and Johnny had decided to take, those doubts were now removed. Nevertheless, she felt rather ap- prehensive when her brother left after dinner for the meeting of the tennis club, and she waited anxiously for his return. She was seated in the living room when he came back, and one glance at his face told ha the story. Seeing her in the room, he strode in and planted himself before her. “Betty,” he said ominously. “I don't want you to have Johnny Albert around this house again, ever. TUnderstand? He's a low, dirty traitor, and I don’t want ever to see him again.” Betty's face flushed hotly. “I'll have Johnny around here as much as I please, Dave Shade!"” she cried. “And he’s the nicest boy I know. What do you mean, calling him such things?” “Do you know what he did?” cried Dave, his face working angrily. “He's got the club to suspend me! A fine friend he is! He’s just Jjealous because I'm a better player than he is.” Betty could not trust herself to speak. Dave turned and left the room, but a moment later returned. “When are the folks planning to leave for Lake Cameron?” he inquired. “Sunday or Monday,” said Betty shortly. “Fine,” cried Dave. “I can’'t get away from this town a bit too soon.” Betty shook her head hopelessly. The next day she saw Johnny and told him that Dave was going to Lake Cameron with the rest of the family. “Well,” said Johnny, “I just hope that some- thing happens there to bring him to his senses.” (To Be Continued Next Sunday.) Clever Bookmarks The average girl, from all observation, seems to have a decided preference for that book- mark which consists in turning down the top of the page in a small triangle. It is neat and quite effective, but, oh, ever so ruinous to the appearance of the book. Why not keep your books in good condition by using a distinctive little bookmark—say something on the order of the one shown in the illustration. This consists of a thin slip of white cardboard, six inches long and tapering from one and one-half inches wide at the top to one-half inch wide at the bottom. At the top is the girl's name—‘“Corinne"—fashioned as a hat ever a pretty little face. Below this is the lettering, “Her Book,” and at the bottom is a small circle which contains the number of the book. To fashion your own bookmarks of a similar design, cut a number of white cardboard slips of the size mentioned. Now, with carbon paper and pencil transfer the face which is most suited to your temperament to the top of your slip, omitting the name unless it happens to be your own. After transferring the face, it 1s a simple matter to draw in your own first name to form the hat—and there you are! Water colors or ink may be used for the lettering. The Kitchenette By Aunt Helen So many readers have been good enough to “send me recipes that it is going to take me many months to publish them all. Therefore, this week I am going to list some of those who sent in recipes a long time ago, and from now on I'll do this every now and then, so you'll know your letter has been received. In the meantime I'll publish the recipes as fast as I can. This week's recipe, from Elsie May Baker, &ells you how to make a delicious candy. CARAMELS. 2 pounds brown sugar. %; cup chopped nuts, 34 cup butter. 1 pint fresh milk. Boil together until a soft ball is formed when dropped into cold water. Beat until thick enough to pour. Cut into squares when cool.