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B2 ,I Our Secret Ambition. —By Gaar William BEDTIME STORIE Chatterer Has a Dream. Reality doth sometimes seem No more the truth than doth a dream. ~—Chatterer the Red Squirrel. Chatterer the Red Squirrel had had a dream. So very real was that dream that when Chatterer awoke at the break of day he could hardly believe that he was there in his snug bed in the hollow trec in the Green Forest. He actually rubbed his eyes and looked around to see if he were alone. “Timmy ought to be here,” muttered Chatterer, who was not yet fully awake. “I don't see where he is. He was here only a minute ago.” And the Chatterer became fully awake and realized that he was at home in his hollow tree where, of course, Timmy would not be. He sighed. “I wish it had all been true instead of a dream,” said he. “I can see Cousin Timmy bringing me corn now. He had found a way of getting into Farmer Brown's corn crib, and he was not only getting all he wanted for himself, but he was getting some for me. My, how Timmy can jump! I would give anything in the Great World if I could jump like that. What couldn’t I do! Timmy is lucky. Yes, sir, Timmy is lucky. Now, Timmy you know, the Flying Squirrel. Just before he had gone to bed the night before Chatterer had received a visit from his cousin Timmy. Probably it was that visit that had mace Chatterer dream of Timmy. Now, that he was wide awake, Chat- terer couldn't forget that dream. As usual, he went up to Farmer Brown's dooryard just for a look around. He knew he couldn't get into that corn- crib, but he just couldn’t keep away. He even climbed up in the tree near the corncrib—the one from which the broken limb had been cut. As he looked down on the roof of the corn- crib the memory of his dream sud- denly popped into his head once more. “If ‘I could jump like Timmy,” thought Chatterer, “it would bs no oF ALL THE. OPPORTUNITIES BY THORNTON W. BURGESS trick at all for me to get out of that cornerib.” And right then an idea popped into Chatterer's head. He actu- ally became excited over it. “Why didn't I think of it before!” he ex- claimed. “I'll just get Timmy to go in that corncrib and drop some corn out to me. He likes corn, so we will both have all we want. That's what Timmy was doing in that dream and I don't see any reason why he cannot really do it. T must see him. I must see him at once.” Chatterer started back for the Green Forest to look for Timmy. It wasn't until he reached the Green Forest that he remembered that he didn't know just where Timmy lived. He never had been much interested in his Cousin Timmy. In fact, he very seldom saw Timmy., ~You see, Timmy sleeps through the day, while Chatterer sleeps through the night. So it is sel- dom they meet. Chatterer stopped and scratched his head thoughtfully. “Of course,” said he to himself, “Timmy is sleeping in a hollow tree.” There are a lot of hol- low trees in the Green Forest. I have found one or two of Timmy's old homes, but just where he is living at present I don't know. I wonder who would know. I suppose he’s probably using some old home of Drummer the Woodpecker. I wonder if Drummer would know. Anyway, it won't do any harm to ask.” Not far away the rat-a-tat-tat of Drummer the Woodpecker told Chat- terer just where Drummer was. He hurried over there, Drummer was at work on a dead limb high up in a tree. Chatterer scrambled up the tree. “Hello, Drummer!” he cried as soon as he was near enough. “Do you know where Timmy the Flying Squirrel lives?” Drummer stopped drumming lorg enough to look sharply at Chatterer, and replied somewhat crossly. “No, I don’t. I don’t want to know, If I did know, I wouldn't tell you. It's his business and not yours or mine.” With this Drummer flew over to another tree. (Copyright, 1930.) Daily Cross-Word Puzzle 1. Former Russian rulers, 6. Infants’ food. 9. Hauls. 14. Eagle’s nest. 15. Collection of literary fragments. 16. Each of all. 17. Cavils. 18. Etruscan tutelary deity. 19. Pertaining to apples. 20. Feminine name. 21. Paid notices. 22, Russian military stockade. Country in Asia. River ‘in Scotland. Subjects to a severe strain. Bounding lines of a plane figure, Overlook. ntire being. Bearlike. Fuss. Doit. igpen. 40, Go swiftly. 41. Boundary. 43. Consume, 44. Conduce. 45. Listening carefully. 48. Indian warrior. 51. Sixteen. 52. Places of egress. 56. Spring-flowering shrub. 57. Title of respect. 58. Denude. 59. Custom 60. Assamese silkworm. 61, Triple crown. 62. Honored with festivities. 63. Variety of lettuce. 64, Senior. 65. Brother; French. 66. Powerful explosive; abbr. 67. Actions, Down. 1, Genus of tropical plants. 2igfloses securely. 3@ apestry. . Fireworks that make a_succession of sharp explosions and jumps, . Oriental grain, . Paragons of knighthood. . Garlands. . Zoroastrian. . Burying ground, . Incarnations. _ Loosen. . Portion of stomach of ox, cooked for food. . . Bengali grooms. . Place again. | All: music. . Queen of the fairles. . Proposed universal ianguage. . Former French coin. . Wrath. . Female religlous recluse. . Terminus. . Go before. | Sarcastic writer. . Pillager. . Encompass. . Woven fabric. . Cut out. . Robed. . Bold, steep headland. . Part of stalr. . Winged. . Sultan’s decree, . Weary. . Boxes, ANSWERS TO CROSSWORD PUZZLES IN SUNDAY MAGAZINE MmOl ZmI> o XmA ! ‘and Mede ! Rveey Wise- Cracker. 11 M;idf J&F (33 BUD FISHER Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fungus. KENKLING He's the Alibi Kid! FREEMAN Doc Knows the Types. By GENE BYRNES The Snow King. By | SLHUNTLEY Two of a Kind. THE CHEERFUL CHERUB « c—————— Thear of the Medes Persians But never pay much eed — 1 dont believe L covld mention A single, prominent | Goofy Arrive | Too Late. 4POG GONE \T- \ JUST CON'Y SEEM IO GET MY HWSTRM LESSON GOOD TNOUWGH TO SKTSFN W TERCHER = AN’ RITHMET\C Ll DINING ROOM | THe GIRL WITH GooFy mp | THe SuTesse? CLARICE JUST RECOVERING FROM A FAINT, AND WELL, WELL, ANNE = ‘M GLRD T© SEE NMouw ARE PURSU\NG MOWR SYUL\ES - AN GOGRARWY AN SPeLuw’ AW SEEM TO GET, TOUGHER. EVERY DRM =~ T WONDER (E MY WIFE IS HAPPY?Z T HAVEN'T SEEN HER IN FIve YEARS i — THAT woulD MAKE ANY WoMAN HAPPY! 5 ' HERE'S WHERE T CET o SCRAMSBURG ! WINDY AND Tue COUNTESS ARE EXPECTED {90C, WHY DID You TAKE FOR PARTNER. TRAT FELLOW WHO SAID HE SHOOTS AROUND 95 IN PREFERENCE -0 TWE ONE WHO SAID HE'D DO THIS COURSE, IN ABOUT 85 7 WE. GOT A LETTER FROM GRAN'PA AN HE SAYS THEY'RE ALL SNOWED IN FOR THE WINTER! 1 WAS OVER . TO TH' CHURCH-1 HOUSE YESTIDDY To HEAR TH' NEW SKY-' PILOT THE LAST TIME L SAW HER SHE HUNG THIS LUMP 6R) MY HEAD WiTH A ROLLING PIN! — T WONDER wHo's KISSING HeR how’ THE EVENING STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C., MONDAY, JANUARY 20, 1930. WITH ALOYSIUI — THE WHOLE THING 3 A PUZZLE TO ME~ NESSWM - \'M SuURE LURSLINW b oA A8 ALL R\GHTY- TLL NEVER FORGET Tde DAY T WAS MARRIED. = NG(THER witL THe PoliCcEl AT \LERST \ ALWENS SEEM O BT WaM SHE GRABBED MY SALARY 2 SATURDAY NIGHT. SHE WAS THG ORIGINAL PAYROLL BANDIT. SHE MARRIED ME FOR THE MONEY T COULD BoRRow O0FF HeR OLD MAN. BuT THeRe (S STILL A STRONG BonD DRAWING US TOGETHER = IT'Ss THE FIE YEARS' ALIMONY WHY, THERE ISNT A SOUL AT THE STATION MOBBED BY A GANG OF BACK SLAPPERS! YoU KNOW HOwW HOME TOWNERS TURN QUT T GREET THEIR FAVOR\TE SONs! YourR WHAT OWNS THE. VERY NEXT FARM TO GRANPA_ DIDN' HAVE MALF THE SNOW WHAT # L | I 1 CROSE THE FELLOW WHO SAID HE'D SRKooT AGouT 95 BECAUSE. HE'S A DARN LIAR WHO KNOWS RELL BE ABOUT TEN STROKES BETTER THAN TRAT— fi:w‘a (YUK LIKE T ' NES,INDEED / NEW pAPSON? [RewARD (pouars SAY, THET & o) FELLER KNOWS HIS DANIEL-- ITM HERE TO - T'M GLAD THe BUNCH WERE S0 CONS\DERATE — THEN KNOW How 1. HATE THESE BIG WELCOMES ! AND THE OTHER FELL IS JUST A CONCEVTED DUFFER. WHO ONLY THINKS HE CAN SROOT 85 THATS EASY TO UNNASTAND! 7750 Sm{ GRANPA HAS A BIGGER " FARM! A . UP TILL YESTIDDY- #1 THOLGHT SopoM AN’ GOMORRAH WAS MAN‘AN' P S

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