Evening Star Newspaper, January 17, 1930, Page 38

C—6 BEDTIME STORIE Two Cousins Meet. When things have not been going well, ‘Your wrongs you sometimes like to tell. —Chatterer the Red Sauirrel Chatterer the Red Squirrel had been & little Jate in getting home one night. In fact, Chatterer was getting a bit nervous. The Black Shadows had be- gun to creep through the Green For- est. He had a feeling that Hooty the Owl was already abroad. So when he finally reached his home tree and scrambled up to the entrance to his home, he gave a little sigh of relief. He was just entering it when a sharp volce sald, “Aren’t you out rather late, Cousin Chatterer?” “OH, IT'S YOU, IS IT?” SAID HE. Chatterer turned around and poked his head out of his doorway. ‘“Who spoke?” he demanded somewhat sharply. “I did” replied the same voice. ‘This time Chatterer discovered the speaker. He was sitting on a branch just over Chatterer's head. “Oh, it's you, is it?” said he, “What are you doing out so early?” “It isn’t so early,” replied Chatter- er's cousin, Timmy the Flying Squirrel, for that is who it was. “This is the time I usually come out. I'm not early, but you are late. I hope everything is going well with you, Cousin Chatterer.” 1. Extraordinarily. 13. Coming to life. 16. Made a speech. 17. Prosy. 18. Epoch. 19. Kind of water bird. 20. Beg. 21. Kill, 22. Small sturgeons. 24. Cover. 25. East Indian groom. 26. Surip. 29. The white poplar (dial. var.). 32. Take on cargo. 34, Scope. 35. Highway, 37. Related. 38. Weaken. 39. To jump about. 41. Mineral. 44. Long time. 45. Annual registers. 49. Dresses. 51. 52. Rasc: 53, 54. American author, 55. Fly mechanically. . Gave a wrong impression intention- ally. 59. Presiders at banquets. Down. . Bows of boats. . City in the Near East. . Elude. . Nitrates of potash. . Excessively. . Among. ANSWER TO YESTERDAY'S PUZZLE. dreams, BUT = Y0U cAN GET EVEN BY MAION' TH' WIFE FEEL DUMB 2 __ whEN You GET HOME | AL TH MEMBERS THRUSTIN' EVER' WHICH AN NO ANCHOR. T Py WIND WARD 7 GosK!! BY THORNTON W. BURGESS “Not so well that it couldn’t go bet- ter,” replied Chatterer, who was still smarting from his discovery that he could no longer get into Farmer Brown's corn crib. “What's the matter?” asked Timmy. “Well,” replied Chatterer, “I've been living on corn—nice, yellow corn. I've had it for breakfast every day for a long time. Now I can't get it. I can get a few grains, but that's all. It is only when somebody drops those that I can even get a taste of corn now.” “That's too bad,” said Timmy. *“I wouldn't mind a little corn myself. Just how did you get this corn? And if you could get it one time, why can't you get it now?” Then Chatterer told him all about his troubles. He was just aching to tell somebody. He told Tommy how he had discovered a clothesline reaching from a clothespost to a corner of the corn crib, and how he had used it as a bridge. He told him also how his bridge had disappeared and how_he suspected that Farmer Brown's Boy had taken it down. He told Timmy how he had discovered a broken branch hanging down over the corn crib from a maple tree and how he had used this to get into the corn crib. He told him how he had discovered that that branch had been cut off, and again he blamed Farmer Brown's Boy. “I don’t think he knew I was using that branch,” said Chatterer. “I think he just happened to cut it off because it was hanging there. But, anyway, he stopped me from getting into that corn _crib.” “That's too bad,” said Timmy. “That certainly is too bad. I can guess how you must feel. I wish I could help you, Cousin Chatterer. I do so. Well, it is time I was doing some hunting before it gets any darker. Pleasant Cousin Chatterer — Pleasant dreams.” With this, Timmy leaped from the branch on which he was sitting and safled smoothly and easily down | through the dusk, as if he were coast- ing on the air. He landed on the foot of another tree and scampered up. Chatterer lost sight of him then and THE EVENING STAR, WASHINGTON l Something Ought to Be Done About This! , l went down into his warm nest to dream of Farmer Brown's corn crib and of some way of getting the corn. (Copyright, 1930.) . An assimilative form of “ex.” . Nest. . Land measure. . Song. . An Army officer (abbr.). " Conquered ones. . Anglo-Saxon money of account. . Word of refusal. . Slice of meat. . Hindu deity. . Splendor. . Chinese weight. . Coarse fabric. . Wave. | Light blow. * . Segment of circle, . Genus of grasses. . Least civilized. . Obscurely. . Follows closely. . Concerning. . Consecrate. . On watch. . Semi-precious stone. " More cunning. . Sows. . Edge. . Here (French). 51, Small reports. | Vegetable. . Man’s name. . Proposed international language. . Printer's measure. Sentiment Saves Some Mistle. The mistletoe which is 5o closely as- sociated with the Christmas celebration has been found guilty and is about to be banished from the national forests of the Pacific slope. The plant thrives | country. wonderfully in that section of the Its leaves are so large and waxlike in appearance that it is some- times commercially cultivated and great | quantities shipped to the Eastern States for Yuletide decoration. But, as is generally known, the plant locates on cak and other trees and in the North- | west it soon strangles its host. Govern- ‘| ment forest rangers have started upon a_ crusade which will exterminate the | plant by tearing out dense areas of the traflers. Six or seven years of work will be required to accomplish the pur- pose. The mistletoe growths are viewed with interest by tourists and purely out of sentimental regard, a small amount of mistletoe will be allowed to remain for the benefit of the visiting sight- seers. THE -CHEERFUL CHERUB doll depression fills your soul Dot let it stay an e ST ;:;g‘ it of f, ol P | Pon MBiaND | Sister Finds the Jewels, But— OW, DOCTOR SCALPEL - \ KNOW NOU JUST POCTOR FOLKS, BUT You TAKE TH' BACK ROOMS, AND T'LL JEARCH! BUT OF LUCK — * SOMEBODY MUST HAVE LIFTED THem C, FRIDAY, JANUARY 17, 193(\. YES — SOME LUCK SHORTY! THEY WERE N THIS DRAWER IN Gee! T BELL 15 RiNGiNG! GET A DA€ AND DUNP THAT STUFF INTD T QUICK; N THE FRONT ONES, AND MAKE (T SNAPPY. WEVE GoT To GET THOSE JeweLy |F THEY ARE IN THIS APARTMEWT ! WELL, WE MIGHT AS JUST A COURLE O DOBENS AGO - “THEN WE WON'T MOU PLEASE COME W AW \.00\«’ AYT LAYTLE WWLL\E HE'S AWFUL S\CK - Good Old Castor Oil. SAY, NG SAILOR CAN STEAL ] MY GIRL AND GET AWAY FOR A WNATIONAL SCHool's ouT You, D! Hook-UP oF EMERGENCY ) HOSPITALS. (24 BUD FISHER It Takes Lot of Trouble to Stir Up Peace. wx::}’ pI KEN KLIN T THOUGHT T HAD THE STATION ¢ Bl FAREWELLS ! G He's Still There With the Old Alibi! HOW DO You LIKE THE NEW LIGHT MY POP WENT OUT HUNTING FOR- BOIDS THIS MORNING' Bv GENE BYRNES Bird of an Answer. GIT ME ALL BURNT By S.L.HUNTLEY Try for Two Bir ds With One Stone. GosH, How T HATE THESE ELUDED THAT MOB THAT WAS FOLLOWING ME ~— BUT HERE THEY ARE AT You'D SNEAK FROM THIS Guy MA@’ ffwe WLl Aow HEAR FROM NAVAL f DELEGATE MUTT, REPRE SENTING f AMERICA IN THE NAVAL PARITY S0 Y'THOUGHT OUTA TOWN, EH? WELL, COME' ACROSS WITH THAT DouGH WE'VE &OT To GET oUT OF HERE W A HURRY' 13 THERE A REAR NOW, WHEN RE GETS YO IFEELI\NG BETTER, G\WE M GOOYD, PLA\N FOOD- 8UT NO MORE STUFFING WM WATH CANDM - O. K. POCTOR - AND THANKS A \LOT- Y0-0-0 CASYOR | O\L- PooRr | LTITLE WWL\EY HOW wWe JIEELLOW DELEGATES, T AM MNOT ] oNLY IN AR oF SMALLER % NAVIES — BuT ALso SMALLER SAILORS ! now Abb CONVENTION — WHO wiLL = SPEAK oN NO SO LOUD -~ T HAVEN'T THE MONEY NOW BoYs, BUT \F You'LL — AN' T ACCIDENTLY TURNED AROUND! You OWE US OR 1 DON'T LIKE IT--- IT’S STiLL FAR Too REAVY O e cLURE NEWSPAGER SYNDICATE- AN’ HE FORGOT TO HAVE HIS LICENSE RENEWED THIS YEAR ToO! \T DO LOOK LIKE YUH COULD LEARN TO KEEP YO'R TRAP SHUT ! ~THAR 1 TAKES YUH IN TO SEE TH' CARUTHERS YOUNGUN GIT CHRISTENED AN' YUK HAFTA OPEN NYOR HEAD ANI' DISGRACE US AP SAY NOTHIN, 0 REAVY! GREAT SCOTT, DO You WANT A BALL AS LIGAT AS A FEATRER ? WELL, I WANT A BALL THAT'S - LIGRT ENOUGH To STAY ON -ToP oF ThE SNOW HE'LL GET LOCKED UP FOR HUNTING WITH LAST YEARS LICENSE ! NO ME WONT HE'S ONEY GONNA SHOOT AT THE BOIDS HE DIDN'T SAY NOTHIN' MY EVE! WHAT'S THET YUH HOLLERED OUT WHEN THEY WAS SPRINKLING TH' WATER ON TH_XIDS SHUCKS - ALL 1 ORATED