Evening Star Newspaper, December 26, 1929, Page 33

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THE EVENI NG STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C., THURSDAY, DECEMBER 26, 1929. —BY GAAR WILLIAMS Happy Jack Has a Shock. In most disputes that may arise, Advantage in_possession lies. ~—OLD MOTHER NATURE. It was the day after Christmas. Happy Jack Squirrel awoke very early, as was his habit. Just as soon as it was light enough for him to see to run about, Happy Jack popped out of his home and started for Farmer Brown's yard as fast as his legs could take him. He ‘wanted another look at that splendid new house he had found late the after- noon before, quite high up in a big aple tree in front of Farmer Brown's “THIEF! ROBBER!" SHRIEKED HAPPY JACK. “COME OUT OF MY HOUSE!" house. Happy Jack didn't wait to even get his breakfast. There would be time enough to get breakfast after he had once more inspected that house. H whisked up through the Old Orchard, he scurried across the driveway and so came to the big maple tree. Up the maple tree he scampered. He didn't pause a second. That was his house. Farmer Brown's Boy had made it for him. He was sure of it. The nuts he had found inside had proved it to him. Just before he reached the house he chanced to Jeok down. There, scattered on the ground, were nuts. There could be no doubt about it. You can't fool BY THORNTON W. BURGESS. Happy Jack on a nut and there's no use to try. Where had thoss nuts come from? Had Farmer Brown's Boy scat- tered some on the ground for him to pick up and store away? That must be it. He would attend to those nuts after he had inspected this new house. Those nuts would make him a good breakfast. All these thoughts passed through Happy Jack's head as he continued to climb up to his new house. Then he popped inside. Less than half a minute later he popped out again much faster than he had popped in. And he was the angriest squirrel that ever started his tongue to scolding or jerked a big tail. You see, he had had a shock—a most unpleasant shock. He had found that new home occupied. In fact, he had been told in no uncertain terms to get out and stay out. Now, as he clung to a branch close by that house, a face appeared in the doorway—a face with two glaring yellow eyes and a bill that snapped most unpleasantly. It was Spooky the Screech Owl. “Thief! Robber!” shrieked Happy . “Come out of my house!” 3 is not your house; it is my house!” snapped Spooky. “No such thing!” shrieked Happy Jack. “I found it first! It is mine! It was built for me. Farmer Brown's Boy put it up there for me.” Spooky glared at him and snapped his bill more than ever. “If it was your house, why didn’t you keep it?” said he. “I found it empty. Now I've got it and I'm going to keep it. Let's see you get me ‘out of it.” - Now, this was more than Happy Jack could do and he knew it. He didn't dare to even put his head inside that house while Spooky was in there. He knew all about that sharp hooked bill of Spooky’s. He knew all about those sharp stout claws of Spooky’s. And he knew all about Spooky’s temper. Were he inside he might be able to keep Spooky out. But with Spooky inside it was a different mattcr. He was the one who would be kept out and there was no help for it. There was nothing he could do but use his tongue, and this he did :lu M{', n{y nxa hgwl th;'!. tongue of Happy Jack's g brought all the little people within hearing to find out what the trouble was. (Copyright, 1929.) Daily Cross-Word Puzzle . Sarcastic reproach. . Star aviators. . Thought. . Own. . Feeling. . Egg receptacle. Rej . Reposes. . Ready to eat. . A low voice. . Rim. . Short poem. . Luminous meteoric phencmena. . Metal-bearihg rock. . Seed envelope. . Backbones. . Pointed fastener. . Domestic slave. . Truthful. . Silly. . Novice. . Watchfulness. . Cluteh. . Pertaining to a so-called mesmeric force. . Thin. . Abundant. . Norm. . Peel. . Of the nose. . River in France. . Let it stand. . Was qutescent. Down. . Greek letter. 2. Perused. . A water plant. . Feasting. . Breed of dog. . Blight. . Fastening cord. Cooking compartment. . Try. . Miscous mud. . Tendencies of events. . Concerning. . Vanquishes. . Handcuffs. . Concentrated sugar solutions. . Circular band. . To ruin. . Require. . Expiate. . Decoy. . Worthless. . Ireland. . An easy gait. . The rainbow. . Confined. . A Malayan hen. . Wind instruments. . According to rule. . Elephant’s tusk. . Spider’s nest. . Lively. . More precise, . Rubric. . European mountains. ‘Tidy. . Be worried. . Part of a church. . A blow. . Hide, Oldest Couple’s Recipe Told. “Never argue with a man, for he isal- ways wrong.” “Never let a man have to look for a clean pair of socks, for it will make him bad-tempered all day.” These are two of the gpigrams of Mrs. Willilam Walker of Winfleet, who, with her husband, were recently pronounced England’s oldest couple. Walker is 95 and his wife 91, and they have lived to- gether 72 years. Mrs, Walker says she believes in feeding a man well, seeing that his clothes are always ready for him and laul.nr him do as he likes. “All right, Willle, if you must,” is the expression she has most often used. 7 e o tiedes Full of love .‘::d thrill O A New Year’s comes and fill il e i Christma.s bills . GRAY Little Willie. STATIoN BLOB. MUTT SPEAKING: WISH T THANK MY BRoTHER Lion) TAMERS® muf’ and Je Buo F.I;M“ 'Tis Better to Give Than to Get KEN KLING He Started Something! WELL 1 SUPPOSE YOUR. FAMILY LQAD OF GOLF ToGS AND USEFUL CHRISTMAS AFTER FnaLLY | LocATING THE || APARTMENT \UHERE ALOYSIUS P. MSGNS LVED, IT DID NOT TAKE LigHTNING TO ANNE -1T'S A BERSTIFUL LRAMP - AND T WL\, MAKE MM WORK SO Mmucw EAS\ER - MOLW'RE SO A?‘Esk 2 —_— FoR THEIR BEAULTIFUL GIFTS! = [| Nows LiGHT Ning: Y /, HERES & CHANCE TO W/IND UPB%/E o YEA: RIGHT! 1T Took US FivE years . TO COLLECT THOSE STowes, see . A IF YoU CANT MAKE THIS THE NEATEST JoB you SHUX- THAT'S Mo~ JUST THINK WHAT I GOT TROM SanTa CLaus™= A REBL LWE BABN BEAR - UVE NAMED WIM WWLL\E - \SNT TMAT A CUTE NAME ? T GoT SEVENTEEA HOT TIPS ON A COLD MARKET, A SEASON PASS FoR THE FEDERAL BASEBALL LEAGUE, A RECIPE T® MAKE OMELETS oLT of DINGSAUR €GGS, A VERY HANDSOME CARRIAGE WINDY RILEY REDUCES H\S FIGHTER IN. FIVE GAVE You A ALL THEY GAVE ME WAS ONE DAYs WAS IT A NOLUME. THATS THE HOUSE ACROSS THE STI REMEMBER, ITS THE THIRD FLOOR FRONT, IF THEY'RE HOME, CoME BACK AND we'LL \/w‘u. HAVE A CLEAR Roap! DONT RUSH, TAKE YouRr N GREAT CHRASTMAS EW, SANDY 2 A BARTENDER'S LICENSE FoR (894, A SET oF BICYCLE CLIPS FoR MY TROUSERS, A Deck CHAIR FOR A SUBMARINE, A BOTTLE ofF HAIR TonIC FOR MY RACCOON COAT, A ABN-REFILLABLE MISTeER RILEY — TRY AGAN TO-MORROW, BUT It SuRe 4 LIGHTNING HAS BEEN GONE A HOUR — THAT SHOWS MR NEGhas HIS WIFE ARE cUT! THIS JoB EASIER THAN I THOUGHT — AH! LIGHTNING, HE'LL BE HERE SOON WM THAT BAG!! SO MuW SORTA L\KE SUGAR, DO Mum, WILL\E ? LS \T UP C\EAN- GEE, MOURE SURE A FRIENDLY LTTE FELLA- JUST WAVT TILL TR KIDS WEAR. ABOUT NMOu - FooTBALL GAME 6N THE 365" YARD LINE, A BGAUTIFUL LAVALIGRE OF MADG GATIRGLY of cHicken oo, PLEASE CVE US THE FORMULA. ONE CRAPTER. WAS DEVOTED AND . TooLS For— CRRISTMAS Book_ To GOLF Unsuccessful Psychology. By GENE BYRNES Lucky Man. TOMMY ME GINNIS® Diagnosis. IN THE FAMBLY 7 HAVE YOU ANY Ll BROTHERS! j ©1929 Hy TRIBUNE . 1w MATTER WITH il MULEY - DOCTOR'S OFFICE.! AINIT YUK HEARD ‘Bour MUL;Y THEY ALlow HE ATE TOO MUCH 1 6OT MiISSUS CHRISTMAS DINNER_HE €5’ HOT WENT DOWN TOWN AN’ ALL OF A SUDDEN-LIKE | HE JEST DOUBLED UP AN DORAPPED IN HIS TRACKS. THEY 60T HIM IN BED OVER TO TH' DOCTORS._ M TAKING HiM SOME THINGS NO LIL' ' BRUDDERS Vi BESIDES A TOL'ABLE PERT PAIN IN TH' STUMMICK 1T WAS A Book. OF VITAL , STATISTICS AND IT RECORDED 126 GOLFERS KILLED BY LIGHTAING, 1,24 3 DIED OF APoPLEXY ON TRE LINKS AND O,786 GOLFERS' WIVES GOT DIVORCES ONM “THE. GROUND OF DESERTIOAN DURING THE PAST FISCAL YEAR T ONEY GOT EIGHT SISTERS AN THEY.RE ALL MARRIED EXCEPT SEVEN! L CALCULATE THETS HIT BUT AIN'T RIGHT SURE WHAT HE'S GOT = £ DrHEISS wo. Dr ADAMO: HOURS

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