Evening Star Newspaper, December 13, 1929, Page 60

SHORTY, 1L HAVE AT LAST EVoLVED A PlLAN To ReCoER THAT BAF. IT WILL NECESSITA THE ASSISTANCE OF SISTER! PLEASE CALL ALL RIGHT DEACON, BUT IT LOOKS Hey SISTER!! STEP IN HERE, TH' DEACON WANTS ' 1 l‘ STATIC. GAAR WILLIAMS | | [THE CHEERFUL CHERUB Snowl’lahes. made of fairy stars, Tiny pictures shown in brooks, Small but lovely for our si '%:nsdnm' ety OUR ESTPEMED PELLD once T SUPPOSE ALL THERE SHE 1S—MY "! TR ! ) NOW LET'S ALL GET OVER \ HE SLEIGH =T CAN RO DAVE WONDERED T RAVEL "ROUND THE WORLD) e LS O S s AT TIMES ABOUT MY i'N A SINGLE NIGHT WITH SHOW You HOW THE THOUSANDS | WRIT TEN TO SLEIGH -~ WELL TMGOING | [HER=MY HELPERS ARE OF LETTERS FROM KIDDIES SANTA?D { /BLUSY PAINTING AND ALL OVER THE WORLD ARE . | |POLISHING HER ST ? BEDTIME STORIE Reddy's New Plan. ‘Who plans -urr‘a care is in lk'\: eé\d Most ‘sure o have success atten - “Reddy Fox. Reddy Fox kept away from the farm where the turkeys were for some time. To begin with, for a few days he was| pretty sore. You see, he had been shot. | Fortunately he was hit by only a few| of those little shot, and these did hllle‘ more than go through the skin. They had not prevented him from running N /'/' /A A Al , REDDY GRINNED. “I'M BEGINNINQ TO THINK OF ANOTHER PLAN," SAID HE. o with his usual speed. Mrs. Reddy was leading a dog away. Reddy knew that she must have heard that terrible gun and must have guessed that it had been fired at him. So he was not sur- prised when he knew by the sound of the dog that Mrs. Reddy was coming back. He waited for her and presently she joined him and he told her what had happened. Together they managed to fool the dog so that he lost their trail completely; then they returned to their home in the Old Pasture. 1. Provinces. 8. Separate from its kind. 15. In state of eager expectation. 28. Indite. 29. From (prefix). 30. Cabbage palms. 33. Strong 36. Purbearing animal. 37. Lassoes. 39. One who treats the teeth. 40. Seventh interval (music). 42. A rising. 43. Variety of canary. 44, Goad. 49. Attend. 50. Punctuation mark. 52, Roster. 53. Being. 54. Large rock. 56. Evil. 57. Graining tools 59. Son of Agamemnon. 61. A molding. 62. Passable. 1. Doomed. 2. Unemployed. . Obe: 6. Negative. ANSWER TO YESTERDAY'S PUZZLE | S BY THORNTON W. BURGESS. While Mrs. Reddy licked Reddy's wounds they talked matters over. “We can never pull that old trick again,” said Reddy. “If we are going to get another turkey we shall have to get it in some other way.” Mrs. Reddy agreed. “We can't afford to take too many chances,” said she. “That farmer is going to be on the watch. I wouldn’t be a bit surprised if he took that dog around afternoons to see if he can find our scent any- where near.” “We'll keep away from there for a while,” replied Reddy. “We've had one good feast and now we can live on mice for a while. Meanwhile we'll try to think of some other plan. Listen!” Mrs. Reddy cocked her ears. “That’s only Hooty the Owl.” said she. “I won- der how he would like a turkey dinner.” Reddy looked up quickly. *A sudden thought had come to him. “For good- ness sake, don't tell him about those turkeys. If he should find those tur- keys and kill one, it would put an end to our chances of getting another.” “Don’t worry, my dear,” replied Mrs. Reddy. “I haven't the least idea of tell- ing_him about those turkeys.” “I wish Hooty would come over here,” said Reddy. “What for?” demanded Mrs. Reddy. Reddy grinned. “I'm beginning to think of another plan,” said he, “and Hooty fits into that plan. When I've got it all thought out, I'll tell you about it. Thank you, my dear, for lick- ing my wounds. I guess I was lucky. I might have been badly hurt. I can tell you one thing, my dear, and that is that I never want to get nearer to a terrible gun than I was tonight.” “I do hope you'll be all right Reddy,” said Mrs. Reddy anxiously. “I will,” he promised. “Probably I'll be a little lame, but I'll be all right soon. Now I'm going to try to work out a plan to get another turkey and you do the same thing, my dear. We must have one more turkey anyway. Hooty sounds hungry, doesn’t he? I am afraid he isn't having very good hunting.” (Copyright. 1929.) . Tender feeling. . Excites animosities in. . Music note. South American linguistic stock. . Fortune. . In position for motion (nautical). . Seesaw. . Jewish sect. . Sea eagle. . Briniest. . More trifling. . Departure. . Revolving part. Presage. . Colonist. . Most ornamental. 5. Newel. . Spanish horse of mixed breed. . The whiting (Scotch). 9. Threw suddenly. . Primitive people of Europe. 5. Awake. . Indisposed. . Large extinct birds. . Heart, Roman Emperor, 54. Entreat. 5. Thing (law). . Towards. . Thus. Students * Ceremony. Conferring of degrees at University College, at Dublin, Irish Free State, re- cently was conducted amid excitement caused by students anxious to “rag” the event. As a precaution, a limited num- ber of students were admitted to the council chamber, where the degrees were conferred behind locked doors by President Coffey. Although throwing of flour was banned, it was smuggled into the chamber and sprinkled on the can- didates. Underneath the windows of the chamber were noisy demonstrations, which at times caused apprehension. With the arrival of the “rag” parade, there were many terrific explosions. 1= | followed by wild cheering. Early Worker Arrre_lted‘ ~ Because he started to work at 7:30 instead of 8 o'clock, John C. Corneelse, a bricklayer-plasterer, was arrested and fined $5 or iour days’ hard labor in Johannesburg, South Africa, court re- cently. Corneclse explained that he had received permission to begin his day's work ahead of time because of the dis- tance he had to travel and the sentence was suspended six months. To avold dissatisfaction by employers and em- ployes the National Industrial Council of South Africa recently voted that the starting time for work should be 8 o'clock in th:' morning. s EAmt DUVALL Bos PiLorim 0Old Santa’s | ——e— I YINK THAT €GG'S LookS Too HAPPY FOR Ao ReASON ! 11 MY JeF [ 24 BUD FisHer What the Well Dressed Man Will Winter. TRYING To CHEW THE FAT WITH THART D*I FROM_6.6. SAUSAG! atr_sem ° He Still Can’t | 7 ¢ Make Any ( Headway! WHAT 1S SANTA CLAUS GOING o PuUT IN Your STOCKINGS, SPIKE P Yy * i, ‘N _POP AINT ' SPEAKIN » OVER TO TH’ CHURCH By | SLHUNTLEY It's an Ill Wind That Blows Nobody Good. . BoOOTLEGGE c 7 Il BuT You CAN'T ALWAYS D dEEaa L ls ; TELL NOWADAYS. I'LL SEARCH HIM FoR HOOCH MOTTQ — *\F AT FIRST YOU DON'T sg,uuo, FURT ON ACCOUNT OF POP GAVE MOM A THAR WAS GONNA |HAVE TH WEDDIN/ BE A WEDDIN' “TONIGHT SUPPER AT TH' A _CHURCH | KNOW HIT. NOTTA CRANCE ¢ WASHINGTON STATES HERE THAT A0 REVENUE AGENT CAN SEARCH A ciTizen's HIP POCKETS. To SRY THRT YOU'RE ONE OF THe PRETTEST GIRLS I'VE EVER MET IN MY WHY ISN'T_HE GOING To PuT SOMETRING IN Your STOCKINGS - IT WAS TERRIBLE! | HE BEAT HER SUMPN | WAL, WHATEHA 1 ANT TAKIN' ‘EM FER THET TAKIN EM FERT, WELL WERE GOING TO SHOW You HOW HIS MAIL 1S TAKEN CARE OF — HE SEES THAT EVERY, LETTER IS GIVEN ATTENTION— JEFF, THoSE GLUYS Down IN WASHINGTON ARE FINALLY GETTING BRAINS!! WELL, KEEP on ANNOYING ME AND You'tL FIND YOURSELF BECAUSE L HAVEN'T GoT ANY STockINGS PLAYIN' GOLF AN HE BEAT HER NINE VP!