Evening Star Newspaper, August 29, 1929, Page 45

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THE EVENING STAR, WASHINGTON, -D. €, THURSDAY, AUGUST 29, 1929. STATIC. —By GAAR WILLIAMS l BEDTIME STORIES . '3rc:s’ Flip Becomes Impudent. Impudence has no excuse; It never is a bit of use. —Old Mother Nature. Flip, the bright-eyed little wire- haired terrier who had come to Farmer Brown's to live, was gradually becom- ing more acquainted with the country. You see, he had come straight from the city and knew little of country ways or country people. Otherwise he would not have so rashly taken Old Mr. Toad into his mouth. He would not have| chased Bumble the Bee and he would | not have sat down on the home of the | Yellowjackets. All these things he had | done, but he never would again. “My, what a lot there is to learn!"| “MY, WHAT A LOT THERE IS TO| LEARN!" SAID FLIP TO BOWSER | THE HOUND. i said Flip to Bowser the Hound. ‘The| country certainly is a funny place. | Every day I see something or some one | T've never seen before. My. how I do| love to chase some of the little people | around here!” | “T would be a little particular as to | whom I chased,” said Bowser. | “Don’t worry,” replied Flip. “I'll| never chase angbody bigger than my- self.” “If you'll take my advice—the advice of one who knows,” replied Bowser, “you won't chase every one smaller than yourself. There are some people ust as well to be polite to.” “Huh!" replied Flip. “Huh! If they're | bigger than I am, 'l be polite to them, but I've never seen any one yet smaller | than myself that I felt that I had to be polite to.” | “How about ‘Bumble the Bee?” asked Bowser slyly. Flip looked as he felt, which was a little bit foolish. “Oh, of course,” said he. “I didn't mean any one like Bum- ble the Bee or those Yellowjackets. I meant people who wear fur coats as you and I do.” ‘I can think of one of those that I, personally, should be very polite to if I should meet him,” said Bowser. “Who?” demanded Flip. “I'll point him out to you sometime,” said Bowser. “Why not tell me who he is now?" demanded Flip. Bowser grinned. “Wait till we meet him,” sald he. And that was all that Flip could get from him. It was later that very day that Flip took it into his head to go over into | the Old Orchard. In the far corner of | it he suddenly came upon a stranger. | This stranger was smaller than him- | self, but not very much smaller. He| was dressed in black and white. He had a wonderful tail. At first sight of | him Flip stopped. “A cat!” he exclaimed | under his breath. “A cat! It's a longi time since I've had a chance to chase | a cat. I'll put that fellow up a tree, | or else I'll catch him.” Suiting action to the words. Flip | bounded forward barking his loudest. He expected to see this cat run. He was rather taken aback when the black and white stranger didn't run at ail. In fact, he went on about his business, without paying the least attention to Flip. Flip didn't know what to make of this. Never in his life had he been | treated this way before. He stopped and stared at the stranger and the stranger didn't even take the trouble to look at him. Then Flip began to jump about the stranger, all the time barking in a most excited way. There was something about the stranger that gave Flip an uneasy feeling. He hesi- tated to rush in and grab and shake the stranger to death. But as the| stranger continued to pay no attention to him. Flip became bolder. He be- came bolder and more impudent. He growled and he barked and he snarled. | He made dreadful threats. Bowser, sitting by the kitchen door, heard the fuss and started out to in- vestigate. When he got down in the Old Orchard and saw who it was that Flip was being to impudent with, Bowser just sat down with & grin on his face. Said he, talking to himself: “Something is going to happen. I wish, it would happen farther away. But if | Flip can stand it I guess the rest of | us can.’ (Copvright, 1929.) 1. Unusual occurrence. 11. Hold back. 15. Self-propeiling _vehicle. 16. A river in Italy. 17. Lair. 18, Departs_ secretly. 19. Kind of meat. 20. Revolutionary hero. 22. Southern metropolis. 24. Accomplish. 26, Roman bronze money. 27. British Cavalry soldier 28, Excess of the solar year over lunar months. 30. Reincarnation. 35. True. 37. Prefix; thrice. 38. Feelings. 39. By means of. 40. Cooled lava stream. 41. Roman household gods. 42. Egyptian deity. 43. Spectacles. 44. Division of verse. 45. Killers: obs. 47. Sun. 48. In contact with the upper side. ANSWER TO YESTERDAY'S PUZZLE. . Proprietor, Le: . Lees. . Not impressed with fear. 56, Man’s name. . Molding. . Scotchman. . Rocky Pinnacles. . Rotation of the Methodist clergy. Down. . Amplify unduly. . Clamor. . A volcano, . Negation. . Egg dish. . Cut short. - . Genus of evergreen shrubs. . Baby birds. . Profound scholars. . Excavation. . Related on the maternal side. . Tooth. . Draw together with cords. . Roman household gods. . Letter of the Greek alphabet. . Musical drama. . A cuckoo. 30. South American plant cutters. . The best part. . Climbing stems of plants. . Title given to Frederick the Great's palace at Pottsdam. . Fight. . A constellation. A gem. . Satisfies. . Auction. . Obtainer. . South American vulture. . Scurry: coll. , . Slow, in musie. . A Scandinavian. . Small insect. . A county in Indiana, also in Ken- . Falling water. . Arablan name. . Pouch. . Indefinite number. . Symbol for & chemical tucky. l RAZZBERRIES! WE THE CHEERFUL CHERUB || HAVENT Any LIGUOR. . o ! ARBOARD ~ WHATA THEY I love a brightly CEMGUS et colored. life Of sunsets, lights and flowers . My memory’s -a string that holds Like beads my S THIS TIME 1TS Y0UR TURA To PULL HIM UP! 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HERE'S THAT TENNIS BALL YOU LEFT OVER AT MY HOUSE LAS' CHRISMISS BY TO TELLYUH HANK WON'T BE WORK TODAY ACCOUNT OF A DEATH IN TH' FAMILY . WAS KINDATAKIN' s LP MY DaYSSO | SHECKER | 1 UP AN’ HIRED A ME_ HE'S SLUPPOSED TO, WELL, MY FIGHTER WoN'T LERVE ME — WE HAVE R VERBAL RAGREEMENT ! AGREEMENT ? BAH! THAT AIN'T WORTH THE PAPER Yo' CAN'T Dnhos'.{ CeE, 1M TRAOWING \ My MONEY AwAY, onN You ! WISHT You MENTIONED { ALLRIGHT-WHAT'S - | THE MATTER WITH IT. NT IT FIT YOUT, BV avE, THEY AT ME AWRIGHT BUT @ THEYIRE A WEE Br TI6HT FOR ME . '\ @rOTHER ON,TH! NICHT. SHIFT,

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