Evening Star Newspaper, December 7, 1929, Page 19

r SEPARATE - FOR FORTY BEDTIME STORIE Great Disappointment. Bcheme a8 you 'illi as ‘:k.h“ lm‘vt. ‘The unforeseen will spotl i}!’ezrd? o, The best of plans will sometimes fail. Probably you have found that out. I know I have. So have Reddy Fox and Mrs. Reddy. Reddy hadn't had a doubt in his mind that within a very short time he would have one of those tur- keys. From his hiding place he could see them slowly working up toward the | waiting for him. tree where they were in the habit of roosting. It was getting toward shadow time. Reddy stole along behind an old wall until he was as near as he could BY THORNTON W. BURGESS. this great world, it was Reddy Fox. And, of course, he blamed Mrs. Reddy. Somehow, Mrs. Reddy had failed. She must have. He wished then that he had chosen to lead the dog away. | Reddy glared hungrily up at the tur- | keys. There was a lot of low talk among | them. There was a lot of shifting posi- | tions to make themselves comfortable: and there wasn't a thing that Reddy could do. Finally he stole back the way he had come. Mrs. Reddy was She wore as dis- appointed a look on her face as he did on his. | ““What are you doing here?” snapped Reddy. “Waiting for you,” replied Mrs. Reddy meekly. “What happened?” asked Reddy. “I waited and waited for the sound of that dog and I waited in vain.” I know it,” replied Mrs. Reddy. “You see, although I hurried as fast as they bark and neigh and moo. They talk as much s we do— [ EARL DUVALL Bos PiLorim In the Toy Shop. STARTED AT ONCE TO SHOW THE RIDDIES HIS MANY WORKSHOPS - HERE THEY ARE IN ONE OF THE B\G TOY ROOMS-— e v AND, OH BOV/ KIDDIEg_ SANTA HAg HoLy MACKEREL!! NOwW WHAT Do You SUPPOSE HAS HAPPENED To THAT ap CODGER ? MAYDe A TAXI HIT HIM— GEE! T CANT HANG AROUND HERE ALL DAY AND MiND HIS BAG! CLERICAL LOOKING OLD GENTLE MAN ASKED AL TO NMIND HIS GRIP, AL THOUSH \T WAS FoR Five OR TEN MINUTES 6T THE MOST, ONE HOUR HAS NOW ELAPSED AND THE KINDLY ©LD FELLOW HAS NOT RETURNED. A Big Surprise THIS 16 JUST A PART OF ONE OF MY MANY \WORKSHOPS, KIDS —IN HERE WE PAINT TRAINS AFTER “THEY COME FROM “THE TRAIN DEPARTMENT, AND IN HERE WE ALSO MAKE AND PAINT LITNL IN INTRODUCING MY FRIEND, MUTT, WHO WIlL TELL You WHAT HE THINK oF BGING A MoE STAR, SOMETHMNG MUST HAVE HAPPENED TO HIM — 1 WONDER WHATS IN THAT GRIP; SERMONS MAYBE — HE LOOKED LikE A DEACON ' MAYBE IF I OPEM IT I'lL FIND HIS ADDRESS or HIS NaME — TLL See IF Ty Locwed? WHAT TH— MoVIE FANS, BEING A TALKIG STAR 1S GREAT STUEF. AHEM! (T'S THE FIRST TIME T GUER HAD MY PICTURE TAKEN WITHOUT THe = TS! TC) THUMBPRIN | I could, by the time I got around the | corner of that barn, that dog had gone |in the barn and he didn't come out. { There wasn't a thing I could do. And | then the farmer came out of the house, | 5o there was nothing for me then but to dodge out of sight. It was just our hard luck. But the turkeys are still there and we can try again.” | “Yes,” saild Reddy, “the turkeys are | still there—12 of them. I counted them. | And they are going to stay right up in | that tree until morning. Now what are we going to do?” “Go hunt meadow mice,” (32 BUD FISHER His Public. replied practical Mrs. Reddy, “and then try again tomorrow. There is nothing else to do that I can see.” fmmhled for those “I suppose you're right” THE BIG GOBBLER HAD FLOWN UP | Reddy. “Well, let's go hunt IN THE APPLE TREE. mice. My stomach is so empty that I've got to have something in it pretty get to those turkeys. AL Tiis PEST DoES 1S RUN | UNDER PEOPLES WHY DON'T Y'Go ON THe UPPER DECK, WINDY- THE CAPTAIN MAY CATCH YoU HERE ! All he was wait- | soon.” ing for now was the sound of that dog | Now, there is one thing sbout the barking on the trail of Mrs. Reddy as | little people of the Green Forest and she led him away. He waited and wait- | the Green Meadows that we humans ed. There was no sound. He couldn't | might profit by. They don't waste time see the barnyard from where he was, 50 | thinking about disappointments. They e didn't dare move toward those tur- | have so many of them that perhaps keys. What could have happened? Still | they are used to them.' Reddy and he waited, growing more and more im- | Mrs. Reddy went to hunt mice and said patient. | no more about their disappointment in WISH ROUGHHOUSE HRD LEFT THis oLD FRANKFUTTER AT HOME — NOW IVE G6T To PARADE THE DECKS TO GNE HER EXERCISE ! Suddenly there was a sound of big| "And they planned to try the same scheme again. It had proved a failure this time, but the next time they might have better luck. wings. The big gobbler had flown up in the apple trec. One by one all the other turkeys flew up. There was to be no turkey for dinner that night. If ever there was a disgusted fox in all THE EVEN One of World-Famous Works of Literature Caesar’s Mistress. BY CHARLES READE. (Charles Reade, 1814-1884, was a British | novelist and_playwright, suthor of “The Cloister and the Hearth. g KEnightsbridge Mystery, A Belgian nobleman had a female friend who was dear to him, very. | She envied the equipage of a rival | beauty and was inconsolable by words. | So he bought her an elegant caleche (a | two-wheeled carriage with a folding | top), and a pair of Hanoverian step-| pers’ (fine horses); and, that she mignt | not only equal but surpass and afflict | the rival who had so affiicted her, he| threw in a colored coachman. Him— ly for gold—he blazoned and bedizened | sore. The fair exulted, the coachman ‘was inflated almost to bursting. But gratitude and affection are not %0 easy to purchase as horses, car- riages, and coachmen; so the lady was fickle; and, as female friends will tell of each other, my lord was put on his guard. He took various measures to learn the truth. His agents discovered | enough to increase his suspicion, but not_enough to bring the matter home. | B0 he determined to try his own hand. | One day that pulchra had ordered | the carriage unusually early, he pleaded business and left the house; but he went no farther than the stable-yard. He got hold of Caesar, the coachman, and with his help, blackened his face, curled and darkened his hair, and put on the liv- ery. He started Caesar for a prome- nade in his clothes. and himself drove the carriage to the door and blazed on the box. After a weary wait the fair emerged in a walking costume, and took her place in the carriage, telling the sham Caesar, haughtily, which shop to drive to first. | She went from one shop to another, | and showed the inquiring spirit on the box how time can be killed and yet money wasted. Ennui crept gradually into the place of suspicion, and was the less tolerable of the two. . At last she relieved his weariness, and renewed his excitement by drawing the’ check-string at a young man, The young man, who had evidently been waiting a weary while for her, un- | punctual, brightened up and came to the carriage; a fair hand was given him, kissed, and held fast, and then com- menced the game of eager petition and {rigned refusal, all before the door of a famous shop with a back exit. It ended in the lady being persuaded to descend and place herself entirely under the protection and safeguard of this young gentleman—a mentor whose aualifications as a “director” the dis- zuised proprietor on the box happened to know too well. “You can drive home, Caesar,” said the fair, with perfect nonchalance. A coachman must obey orders, so my lord drove home. But first he did a ANSWER TO YESTERDAY'S PUZZLE. | le -I ocesMoUE le'ci voesllrP cla wareSHs cMlE~NES TS| TS | venting the rest of his feelings on the ' | horses, went home like mad. | fat, or about six large slices. | Dip them in milk and then in flour. | have either been kept warm or reheated | was cooked. not having & turkey dinner. (Copyright, 1929.) NG STORY little stroke of business on his own ac- count; he lifted his whip high, gave t‘{o hearty slashes, one to the fair one’s cheek, the other to her lover's nose, and He drove straight to the stable-yard, and there found Caesar in an ill-humor too. Strolling on the boulevard in his master’s clothes, this worthy had counted on admiration and conquests. Instead of that he had encountered ill- bred ridicule and had strutted home disgusted. He now begged his master to give him | back his sensible clothes and resume these ridiculous garments, that made people laugh even when Caesar strutted within. “You need not fear,” said his master | bitterly. “I will never wear these cursed things of yours again; one learns the truth in them.” He washed his face. and dirtied a bucketful of water to do it; resumed his toggery, and told Caesar that in fu- ture he was to drive nobody but him. Caesar assented with gratified pride. The lady came home, was very fll, sank on a couch, and, through her maid, demanded an interview with her insulter. Her insulter declined that honor; for he knew by experience that she would scold, storm, lament, confess half, weep, melt and manipulate him; so he “shunned that lovely snare.” Then she broke a tumbler and two Dresden plates, and sent for a dector— the youngest for miles around—and took to her bed. Long linen dress with | lace 8 inches deep, bewitching cap,! quart of eau-de-Cologne. H My lord retorted by selling the furni- ture of the other rooms, and stipulating | for its prompt removal. | Rabbit With Apples. Disjoint a dressed rabbit and cover' it with one quart of water to which has | | been added one tablespoonful of salt. | Let stand for three hours. Drain, wipe | dry, sprinkle with salt and pepper and dip in beaten egg and dried bread crumbs. Fry out-enough bacon cut in tiny cubes to make half a cupful of Brown the rabbit in the fat and add half a cupful of water and half a cupful of cream. Let simmer slowly for two hours, turn- ing often and renewing the water as needed. Wipe and core three apples and cut them in quarter-inch slices Drop in hot fat and saute a delicate brown on both sides. Remove and sprinkle with granulated sugar. Put the rabbit on a hot platter and encircle with the fried apples. Garnish the rabbit with the cubes of crisp bacon which and pour over it the liquid in which it Croquettes With Cheese. Drain thoroughly one cupful of cook- ed peas and one cupful of diced cooked | carrots. Using a fork, mix them with | two cupfuls of mashed white potatoes, ' one-fourth teaspoonful of Worcester- shire sauce, two teaspoonfuls of cream, | and one teaspoonful of salt. Mix all to- | gether thoroughly, shape into cro- quettes, dip in one beaten egg, then in fresh bread crumbs, and drop into hot, deep fat and cook until brown. Drain on brown paper and serve with chees: sauce made as follows: | ‘The sauce: Blend two tablespoonfuls of flour with one tablespoonful of but- | ter in a saucepan over a slow fire. Add one cupful of milk and bring to the | boiling point, stirring constantly until smooth. Then mix in half a cupful of grated cheese and half a teaspoonful of salt, stirring until the cheese is melt- | ed. Serve this sauce over the cro- | quettes, KENKLING Embarrassing Moments! Too Delectable. Bv GENE BYRNES " By S.L.HUNTLEY In With the Dance; Let the Arches Fall Where They May. THATS A GERMAN POLICE. DOG AND I BOUGRHT HIM 10 FIND MY BALL WHEN 1T GOES IN THE ROUGRH. HE DOESN'T HAVE To But ™eRE's NO 0DOR- “To A GOLF SEE TAE BALL, HE- DOES IT BY AIS SENSE. OF SMELL. 1M SURPRISED NOBODY THOUGH OF IT (— \ osrore [ 4 THERE WAS A FELLER NAMED “JACK” WHAT KIND OF A LOOKIN' FELLER WAS HE? WAS HE JUS’ LOOKIN FOR. You! HE MAD BLACK COILY HAIR! R CAT IS GONE . TH NIGHT jg STILL. UNBROKEN gy 1y HOLLER: WE'S NOW A TENMIS RACKE YEAW_THEY MADE MULEY AN' SOLD FER EIGHTEEN poLtARS = LADIES TO TH' LEFT.. WANTED TO \ LEAD His HOSS MAKE NO DIFFERENCE ! NOH'LL #KFTA TAKE OFF \ T g By X . e IT'S QUEER RE CAN'T FIND 1T, IT DROPPED RIGAT HERE. COME QN "CoPPER FIND /WHAT DID You RuB oN RAN RIGHT uP To Your HE WAS ABOUT THAT TALL AN’ HE WANTED TO PORROW 1 BE® YOUR PARDON, SIR; BREATHED PVLES, THE BUTLER, BREATHLESSLY, BUT 1 FEAR THE MASTER 15 DEAD, S1R".." 3 § EXACTLY- N DO YOU KNOW HE'S DEAD?...DE {) HAWKSHIRE, OF THE YARD: 1M WITH HIS THROAT CUT, SIR .. HE'S A\ LY'ING 1IN THE CONSERVATORY, SIR®. T\ "@000"! EXCLAIMED THE INSPECTIR, f | TN JWELL SEARCH THE HOUSE HOLD, LOVE, HUHT WENT THROUGH