Evening Star Newspaper, January 18, 1930, Page 17

I Among the Folks in History.—By Gaar Williams 915, YUR MA FOUND TS HERE. HALF-SMOKED CIoARETTE. ON TH FRONT FPORCH THi5 MORNING — AW T WONT TELL HAE THAT YOUNG SMARTALECK BEAY OF YourS SMOIIN THESE HERE DUDE UGARETTES AROUND MV HOUSE ‘R oM TH PLACE. ! 0ER 5 BEDTIME STORIE Still Loses Corn. To be too sure is tempting fate, As sou'll discover soon or late. —Farmer Brown's Boy. Farmer Brown's Boy was puzzled, as he had been puzzled so often before. He was still losing corn from the corn- crib. At first he couldn't believe it. He was sure that now that he had cut off the hanging branch by which Chat- terer the Red Squirrel had been getting to the roof of the corncrib he had put = stop to all visits from Chatterer. But he had thought that once before when he had taken down the clothesline, by means of which Chatterer had reached ®IT CAN'T BE t!:g_.\'rmm,” SAID the corncrib. So now he wasn't pre- gred to be as positive as he had been the past. “Twice Chatterer has been too much for me,” said Farmer Brown'’s Boy, talk- ing to himself. “Twice I have been positive that there was no way for Chat- terer to get into the corncrib. Both times Chatterer has fooled me. Both times I have discovered that there was & way. being taken. Just the same, this looks to me like a freshly shelled corncob. I| know what I'll do. Il leave a little | shelled corn right here in this corner and see if it disappears.” 8o Farmer Brown's Boy shelled some Tanp?! Of course, I may be mistaken. |crib and then he would chuckle more It may be that I only think the corn is | YoU ASAW T WONT Wi BY THORNTON W. BURGESS | com and put it in the corner. ‘The next morning when he went in to get the corn to feed to the hens there was still some shelled corn in that corner. However, it looked to Farmer Brown's | Boy as if there were not as much as he | had left there. He didn't touch it. He didn’t add to it. He left the little pile just as it was. The next morning there was no little pile there. Then Farmer | Brown's Boy knew some one was getting | into that corncrib and taking that corn. | He scratched his head thoughtfully. It | might be a mouse. It might be a rat. It might be Chatterer the Red Squirrel. The question was, which was it? Hav- ing twice been fooled by Chatterer, and ' having at no time found a trace of a| mouse or a rat, Farmer Brown's Boy strongly suspected Chatterer again. Still, he couldn’t see for the life of him how it could be possible for Chatterer to be getting into that corncrib again. He went out and looked the corncrib all over, as he had done so many times before. Certainly Chatterer could not get into that corncrib from the ground. “He just can’'t do it,” said Farmer Brown's Boy. “He just can’t do it, and that's all there is to that.” Then he looked carefully at the nearest trees and the nearest posts, and made up his mind that Chatterer couldn't possibly jump from any of these to the-corncrib. “It can't be Chatterer,” said he. “I know it can't, as well as I know my own name. I am just as sure of it. And yet—well, that corn is disappear- ing, and that's all there is to it. No- body can take it. Yet somebody is taking it, and there you are! I've got to find out about this. I wish there would come another snow. A few tracks might tell me something.” Meanwhile over in the Green Forest Chatterer was chuckling to himself. THE EVENING SATURDAY, JANUARY 18, 1930. wall of grees Throwing a Drowning Man an Every time he thought of Farmer Brown's Boy he chuckled. He would g0 up to the old stone wall and sit on |the end of it, where he could see | Farmer Brown’s Boy working about the |barn, and he would chuckle. It was just ‘as if he knew exactly what was| going on in the mind of Farmer Brown's | Boy, and was enjoying it. Once in a while he would look over at the corn- | than ever, “He thinks no one can get that corn,” Chatterer would chuckle to himself. “He thinks no one can get into that cornerib. I hope he'll keep right on thinking so. Yes, sir, I do s0.” (Copyright, 1930.) Daily Cross-Word Puzzle . Altar screen. . Profited. . Most wicked. . Awaiting_settlement. . Bearing buds. Unit of energy. . Vacillates. . Expression of disapproval. . Wading bird. . City in Italy. . Mountain where Belaam tried to curse the Israelites. . Small stoves. . Place. . Kind of cotton thread. . A step in a series, . Desired. . Toward. . In the manner of. . A fastener. . Marketable, . Constituent of oll¢; var. . Cry of a crow. . Alluring creature. . 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