Evening Star Newspaper, August 17, 1929, Page 21

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TEL L YOU THIS 20RT » AN OUTRAGE ! ‘t-mn.!.' GUCH CARELESINESS | MISPEL " w 4 AT ALL - TR’ IDEA 5= LIN' TH WORD BUS { ThReE TIMES IN THIS ACCIDENT 3TORY I BEDTIME STORIES BY THORNTON k. BURGESS BY THORNTON W. BURGESS. Much stranger things in truth you'll find Than e'er were born of human mind. —Old Mother Nature. Peter Rabbit suspected Danny Meadow Mouse of having played a trick on him. Danny had cut a small stalk of grass, near the top of which was a little mass of bubbly foam. He had asked Peter to look at it. Peter had looked at it and seen nothing but the suds, for the foamy mass looked for all the world | like soapsuds. Then Danny had put out a little paw and wiped away the suds. As if by magic, an insect had appear Danny denied that he had put the in- sect_there. “Do you mean to tell me." said Peter. “that that fellow was right there vhen X looked at that spit?” “He was right there,” said Danny. < D “YES, DANNY, I SEE, BUT I DON'T UNDERSTAND,” SAID PETER. “Then why didn't I see him?” de- manded Peter. “Because,” replied Danny, “that ‘spit,’ as you call it, covered him.” “If he was there when I looked, then he must have been there before you cut that stalk of grass,” said Peter, thought- fully scratching a long ear with a long ‘hindfoot. “Now, how did you guess that?” re- plied Danny teasingly. “Of course he was there. Why shouldn't he have been ‘hlet“? He was the one that made the spit.” Peter's eyes opened very wide. “Danny you fooling me, or are you telling the truth?” “Why should I tell anything but the truth, when the truth is usually more wonderful than an untruth could pos- sibly be made?” replied Danny. “Do_you expect me to believe that all these little masses of spit on the grass and on some other plants have been made by insects?” “Whether you believe it or don't be- !lieve it makes no difference,” replied Danny. “I'm just telling you a fact. Just go look at another one of those little masses of spit.” “I will,” said Peter, and hopped over to the nearest stalk of grass that held one. He bit the stalk off near the ground and then when the stalk had fallen, he gently wiped away the bit of froth. There was andther insect just like the one Danny had shown him. “You see,” said Danny. ““Yes, Danny, I see, but I don't under- stand,” said Peter. “It is simple, very simple” replied Danny Meadow Mouse.” “That fellow is what is called a Frog Hopper. Like most of the Test of us, he has plenty of ene- mies. So he hides. He sucks julces from the plant and makes it into little bubbles, which make the froth or suds, and cover him. He has to keep making suds all the time, because the sun would dry him off otherwise. You'll have to admit, Peter, that he is well hidden.” “I should say so!” exclaimed Peter. “Danny, I don't wonder you laughed at me. But Idon't care. It is worth being laughed at to have learned something 50 interesting. And I'm glad it isn't snake spit.” “You are not half as glad as I am,” replied Danny Meadow Mouse. You know Danny is much afraid of old Mr. Blacksnake. (Copyright, 1929.) The Daily Cross-Word Puzzlei Across. . Generally liked. . Flower, . Greed. . . 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With a culter especially designed for making small round balls, cut enough . | to fill one quart jar, reserving the left- over melon pleces for a salad or des- i sert the following day. A little prac- tice beforehand on potatoes will aid in. the matter of cutting the balls properly. Dissolve half a cupful of sugar in half a cupfull of orange juice and pour over the melon. White grape juice, used in le of the orange, gives an unusual avor. Place a cover on the jar and toss gently until all of the balls are | marinated with the juice. Store in a i cold place, and at serving time arrange in sherbet glasses and serve as an a Kflm. I g the may-be cut into ‘The Protestant 1 Diocese of Pennsylvania is the oldest and second largest In the country. I Nut Stuff. Meadow Mouse,” said he severely, “are | ==—t-Sos—s—= 11 MY J&f 14 BUO FisHeR THE CHEERFUL CHERUP The birds Fly qaily through the trees And scatter songs from time to time. | verse like that— Instead, I have to HAavwarRD Mutt Ends Backwards! wish I scattered OUR ENDURANCE FLIGHT 1S A GoNe WE MUST JUMP, OUR PLANE 1§ oN FIRE! F g Endurance Flight With 2 Broad Grin. WELL, CHAMP How DID You GO, WHATS THE MATTER WITH MISS OFLAGE? LOOKS ANGRY. MAYRE IVe BEEMN Too CROSS WITH HER LATELY, SHe 7 THERE'S oNLY ONE PARACHUTE! 1 BOUGHT A PAIR OF BOXING GLOVES AND HE'S GOING To START TRAINING ToDAY. IT'LL TAKE LOTS OF MY ! PATIENCE To TEACH HIM. HE NEVER HAD A GLOVE ON IN HIS LFE— 4's 1 WAS ThReel OVER AL, GOIN' TO A ‘MASQUERADE ? 1 SHOULD AY NOT ! ™My RICH AUNT: FROM RUSSIA BOUGHT A LITTLE BOAT To Fool AROUND WITH THIS SuMneR, || AND \WERE LEAVING NexXT ” | WEEK FOR A 'CRUISE! Tw ON My WAY TO Take A SHE'S” Lym' ofF THE enp OF TH' DoCK —-vou CANT. MISS 'HER! 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