Evening Star Newspaper, December 5, 1929, Page 51

’ YeS, AL, T My OF tty BUSINESS, BUT MRS MEEINIT WAS OVER TO SEE TH' MISIUS A SHE SAID IT WAS A GOOD THING SHE HAD A PEW HUNDRED BURKS SOMKED Ay IN THE MEQHANICS' AN’ PLUNBERS' NATIONAL NOW DONT LET ON THAT | [ THAT aner THE EVENING STAR; "'WASHINGTON, -D. -, - THURSDAY,” DECEMBER- 5; 1929. OH DEAR! THIS 1S “TERRIBLE ! 1 caNT BELIVE THE ol LADY WOULD HOLD oUT ON ME OFTER ALL THESE yeaRs' 1 MUST FIND QUT AT Onee! LISTEN,DROTHER A5 OnE HOSBAND “TO ANOTHER., WOULD YoU MIND TELLING ME CONFIDENTIALLY JUST HOW MUXCH Com Y DEAR WIFE HAS N —HERE WE ARE — YDU KNOW =THIS 1S THE V/ oo “?D%—‘:'T‘;‘E\.\E <AND FOZZVY=~ | ANY‘TOF %‘ggD%?rX‘a\éE EV! IR;I\ 1:(,0 STADT A SROW YOO ALL THE SECRETS OF MY HOME AND WORKSHOPS —WHILE L GUIDE BIED| |TAD AND TILLIE AROUND, FUZZY CAN HELP MY BY THORNTON W. BURGESS. BEDTIME STORIE BY THORNTON W. BURGESS. Scheming Pair. ‘0 realize that of which you dream. t plot and scheme. Fou Frequently must B ang scheme. “We won't go home until we get one of those turkeys,” declared Mrs. Reddy. y Fox chuckled. “That suits me,” said he. “It may take time to get one, but we'll get one sooner or later. ‘Trere is nothing like being right on the job all the time. Turkeys roam around in the fields a good deal. Who knows but that we may be able to get one in daylight?” “THE QUESTION IS, WHO WILL LEAD THE DOG AWAY?” SAID MRS. REDDY. “I don't care when we get one, ‘whether it is in daylight or at night, as long as we get it,” replied Mrs. Reddy. “My mouth has been watering ever since I laid eyes on those turkeys. I suppose we might hide behind this old barn until daylight. Perhaps they will come down and we can get one and run away.” “It won't do any harm to try,” re- lied Reddy. “There's a dog up at that ouse.” “How do you know?” asked Mrs. Reddy. “I smelled his tracks last night,” re- #lied Reddy. . Distinguished dramatist. Animal den. 5. Interior. . Parent. . 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Reve ANSWER TO YESTERDAY'S PUZZLE. =rE 2 ' | bage nto fine pieces. catch the turke; “I hope he isn't a hound,” sald Mrs. Reddy. “I'm sorry to tell you that he is,” re- plied Reddy. “That means that we have 8ot _to be extra careful.” “Perhaps,” replied Mrs. Reddy. “On :gf other hand, perhaps it is a good ng.” “I don’t see how you make that out,” said Reddy. “Listen, Reddy,” replied Mrs. Reddy. “There are two of us, aren’t there?” Reddy nodded. “Of course,” said he. “Well, why shouldn’t one of us lead | the dog away while the other one gets a turkey?” said Mrs. Reddy. Reddy looked at Mrs. Reddy admir- | ingly. “My dear,” said he, “that is an | excellent idea. No one will ever think | of two foxes being around at the same | time. We'll let that dog see one of us and then lead him away off, while the other one remains hidden. Those tur- keys are sure to come down and the one who is hidden will have plenty of chance to catch one.” “The question is, who will lead the dog away?” said Mrs. Reddy. “It doesn't make a bit of difference to me,” replied Reddy. “I'll lead the dog away and you can catch the turkey. Or you can lead the dog away and I'll “Where will f{l! one who catches the turkey take it to? One of those big birds will be pretty heavy to carry far,” sald Mrs, Reddy. | Reddy looked thoughtful. “That's so,” said he. “Neither of us can run | very far with one of those big birds. T'll tell you what it is, my dear, we must prepare.” “What do you mean by preparing?” asked Mrs. Reddy. “We must flm{ a place to hide that turkey—a place where no one else will Thiway s clser anch o T30 sald Reddy: c way is clear get it,” % "Rl‘gt you are, my dear, right you are,” replied Mrs. . “Let’s look around now for a place to hide that turkey. We must know just what we are going to do. By the way, suppose 1 lead the dog off while you catch the turkey?” . “‘That suits me,” replied Reddy. “Now let’s look for a place to hide it.” So Reddy and Mrs. Reddy began to explore thoroughly the farmyard and the nearest woods, looking for a place The Betting Is Twenty-Five to One. THRT'S THE LONGEST WITH US To EUROPE — THeY CHRARGE $50 % EXTRA Weve GoTTAR SMUGGLE DORA ON BOARD SOME How where they might safely leave a turkey if they should get one. (Copyright, 1929.) WHAT ARE YOU DUFFERS DOING, KIDDING YOURSELVES| NOT ONE OF You CAN "JOE, You HAL G7 ThEe JUDGE HAD 64 AND I RAD g8 Rofl HOwWARD FREEMAN | Abbreviated. . Dispatched. Down, . Tell thoughtlessly. . A university, ‘Tumult. . Bedeck. . Island in Aegean Sea. . Wild ass. . To the inside of. . Very young tree or plant. An eagle. . Jet. . Nimbus. : White looking. 3 ; opaque-! P . Tubers. . Spanish cain. . Cap. . Insect. . Stem. . . Eagerness. . Tropical American shrub. . Rows placed one above another. . Pertaining to French law. . Absolute. . Arctic explorer. Wrath. . Short sleep. . Refined potash. . Dregs. . Become liquid and flow. . Continent. Peruvian prince. Inhabitant of Denmark. mage. ubject. Occupied a chair. . Consumed. Creamed Cabbage Salad. Chop one medium-sized head of cab- Add -one green " pepper chopped fine and two table- spoonfuls of celery seed. In a bowl place one cupful of mayonnaise, half a cupful of evaporated milk and half a cupful of vinegar. Beat well and pour over the cabbage which has been’ sea~ soned with little salt, o T ONLY HAVE ™0 nmfi CHOCOLA CAKE AND g‘t PIECE IS M You GOT SuMPN \¥ WERE NEARLY MEAN TO ORATE CAN'T MORE'N FORTY- PER-CENT OF MOST FOLKS NAME 'EM T By SLHUNTLEY l T HAVE (M. THE PLACE, SIR Y D WHAT, KIDDING '?I CERTAINLY NOT . NOPE = SHE'LL NEVER F\Y IN Here! MeNuoght Syndieate, tne., N. Y. PUT UP YOR il DURN Two-BITS WE WERE PLAY/NG TAGLOID GOLF AND WE COUNTED ONLY HALF OF OUR~ STROKES PUDDINHEAD PIECE! NEAW, I'™M THE. BEST TRACK MAN,