Evening Star Newspaper, February 2, 1930, Page 105

STORIES SPORTS GAMES PUZZLES —_—] Our artist drew a butterfly around the puzzle this time. Pretty, isn't it? THE BUTTERFLY. Three insects are concealed in this picture puzzle. Can you guess what they are? - WHAT ARE THESE INSECTS . Take a four-letter word meaning something with which dresses are trimmed. Add the letter R, then rearrange all the letters and form a word for undimmed. ST Here's a word diamond built about a Christ- mas word. The second line is a taxi, the third i5 a waterway, the fifth means made into pack- ages, and the sixth is went ahead. Form the diamond. ANSWERS. . L Cross-word Puzzle Solution. 2. MOTH—both—bath—bate—Ilate — lame — LAMP. WING—wind—wend—went—bent—BEAT, 3. Treat, defeat, repeat, buckwheat. 4. The inserts are hornet, house-fly and daddy-longlegs. 5. Lace. Add R, rearrange, and get Clear. 6. The diamond is C, cab, canal, candles, baled, led, S. THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTOI\E D. C, ,F,F‘,P The Fair-Weather Sailor. "The Story of a Boy Whose Luck Was Too Good. BY W. BOYCE MORGAN. position oommate, t without result. Faraday's hardest of the year against Haynes Military is approaching, and Grimes hurts his knee, so that Ken will have to play. This seems to assure defeat for Faraday. Ken is proving that he is no good unless cheered on by constant praise. ey &fll his Monk Laws, Ken's r brace up, INSTALLMENT V. ARADAY ACADEMY was a gloomy school when Friday evening came. Ken left early for the gym, leaving Monk behind him in his room. Monk, who had been hoping all along that Ken would recover his spirit and show some fight in the face of his hard luck, was discouraged. He hated to see his roommate proving that he would quit under fire. Monk sat in a chair in the room, his eyes on Ken's typewriter, with its green ribbon that had made the evidence of cheating so con- clusive. Suddenly there came a knock on the door, and young Carrots Hall burst into the room. His face was alight with excitement. “Where’s Ken?” he gasped. “Gone to the gym,” said Monk shortly. “And anyway. you aren't allowed to talk to him.” “To heck with that isolation,” cried the irrepressible boy. “Look here, I know Ken didn’t cheat.” “Well, s0 do 1,” said Monk. “But what good does that do? Just try and prove he didn't.” “I can prove it! That's just what I can do!" cried Carrots. Monk looked at him for a moment, then jumped to his feet. “What do you mean?” he burst out. me!” £ The red-headed boy was not slow to answer, “I saw the crib that Ken was supposed to have used posted down on the bulletin board. Maybe you didn’t notice, but the figure 9 in some of the dates didn’t have any tail. Well, today I went into town and rented a typewriter at the typewriter shop to do some work. It's a portable, like Ken's. And when I came to use it T found the 9 didn't have any tail on it. It’s been broken off.” “Yes?” cried Monk, now aroused to a high pitch of excitement. “Well, that made me do some thinking,” went on Carrots breathlessly. “So I went back down to the typewriter shop and asked who had rented that same typewriter recently. And I found out that Grimey Grimes had it out for a week during the exams, just when Ken was supposed to have cheated.” “Well, I'll be darned!” gasped Monk. Then his face clouded. “But the green ribbon, Car- rost! What—» “I thought of that, too,” said Carrots tri- umphantly. “I asked the man at the shop if he sold green ribbons and if anybody had bought one. And Grimey Grimes did!” “Tell “The dirty dog!” cried Monk. “He planted that crib on Ken just to get him in wrong!” He raced to Ken's typewriter, put a sheet of paper in it and struck the figure 9. The tagh printed full and clear in the green ink. “Come on, Carrotsi” he cried. “We'll dash down to see Jack Condy. This will clear Ken for sure. Kid, you're a brick!” Then suddenly he stopped, closed the open door and sank into a chair. “No, Carrots,” he said in a dismal voice. “It will clear Ken, but it won't prove that he's not a quitter. So far he’s just folded up under his hard luck instead of fighting.” He paused, “Let’s give him one more chance! Let's keep this to ourselves tonight and see if Ken won’t snap out of it. It may cost Faraday a game, but it will be the best thing that ever happened to Ken if he really comes to his senses, Are you game?” “I'd do anything for Ken,” said Carrots simply. The opening whistle of the Faraday-Haynes game shrilled. Sitting on the very edge of the floor were Monk Laws and Carrots Hall, watching Ken make the first jump at center. Their faces were tense but hopeful. And then, slowly but surely, their hopes faded. Ken was still crushed by his hard luck. He was not fighting. The opposing center ran rings around him, and Haynes piled up a big score against Faraday, basket after basket. The second quarter started with Haynes leading, 11 to 4. A long pass to Ken went over his head into the crowd. Running to the sidelines to take the ball his eyes fell full on Carrots and Monk. In that moment something happened to Ken Filene. He thought of Monk's encouraging words. He thought of Carrots, breaking isola- tion to tell him that he believed in him. And he was quitting, showing these good friends that he was no fighter when the going was hard! Suddenly Ken Filene was transformed. A dogged, fighting determination was born in him. What did he cdre for cheers or applause? He’d show Monk and Carrots that- he was worthy of their friendship. Nothing like that second quarter had ever been seen on a Faraday floor, isolation and cheating and the honor council, the students yelled their heads off for Ken Filene running wild out there. Nobody could stop him. He was a whirlwind, And the two who yelled loudest were Monk and Carrots. Between the halves, when Faraday had over- come the lead and was ahead, 22 to 19, Monk and Carrots found Jack Condy and told him their story. And while the team was down in the dressing room Jack got up and an- nounced to the students that Ken had been cleared of the charge of cheating and that his isolation was lifted. But Ken never knew that until the end of the game, when Faraday had another victory and he was almost smothered under a mob of Jjoyful students. He had the crowd with him again, but that wasn't the important thing. He had shown them that he wasn't just s fair-weather sailor! Grimey Grimes left school two days later. Carrots Hall was the hero of the school for a day along with Ken. But both Ken and Car- rots knew that Monk Laws had won Ken's real battle for him by giving him that one last chance to make good. THE END. POSERS Each of the persons listed in the column to the left is well known in one of the activities listed in the right column. Can you identify each person with his correct activity? . Bobby Jones . Rudyard Kipling . Betty Nuthall Flying . J. Plerpont Morgan Base ball . “Lefty” Grove Golf . Davey Lee Poetry . Edgar Wallace Banking 8. Dr. Louis Eckener Boxing 9. Sir Thomas Lipton Tennis 10. Jack Sharkey Moving pictures ANSWERS, Bobby Jones with golf, Rudyard Kipling with poetry, Betty Nuthall with tennis, J. Pierpont Morgan with banking, “Lefty” Grove with base ball, Davey Lee with moving pictures, Edgar Wallace with mystery stories, Dr. Louis Eckener with flying, Sir Thomas Lipton with sailing, and Jack Sharkey with boxing. Sailing Mystery stories Eungineer Needs Long Training. An engineer of a passenger train doesn't ge¥ his job in one bound. He comes up to 1t -gradually. Heunallybulmunflumn,lld most rallroads, when they select a fireman, look hhnoververyeantuuy.flortheymm of him not as a fireman, but as a future en- gineer. Ammmmusm, he is promoted to the job of engineer on &’ freight train. It is only after another period of try-out, perhaps another seven years, that the engineer is trusted with the great ze- sponsibility of driving a passenger train, The reason for this long is that the engineer must be so carefully schooled and become so accustomed to the locomotive through the years of practice that he is able to sense danger and act quickly with almost a sixth sense which tells him what to do. There is the story told of an engineer en .Westemmdvhonvedhiaua!nw the use of his sense of smell developed as & result of his years on the road. One foggy night he was driving his train llongnthhusuflhtghnteol:peedlnd everything was apparently going well. Sud- denly, to his fireman’s great surprise, he slowed down the train and began creeping ahead cautiously. The fireman could see nothing alarming on the track ahead. Then out of the fog loomed the red tail light of a caboose. A train slowly. If they had not stopped just in time they would have run into it and there might have been a serious wreck. The train ahedd as they afterward discovered, had got its orders mixed and had no business there at all. “Sense of smell's what saved us,” the em- gineer explained briefly. “I got a sudden faing Whiff of engine smoke. I kmew it couldn’t be from my own engine, because the stack is high and the smoke travels straight back, so as soon sslcotthatwhmthmedonthebmku._ If I hadn’t done that, by the time I saw the hfluchtitwwldhnveheeuwolfletofl the train.” Jack Frost, BY EMILY LINSLEY, I know a merry painter, Who steals up in the night, When little folks are sleeping With eyes shut very tight. He paints on people’s windows The strangest, fairest things, Sometimes a tall, white pine tree, Or butterflies with wings. When days are dark in Winter, His pictures all look white, But when the sun is shining, They glow with golden light. I try each night and morning To see this painter gay, And, though I've humted often, He always gets away! The Riddle Box ANSWERS. 1—Because you seldom see one that is not painted. 2—The bridge of your nose. $—The guat. 4—Because it is killed first and cured adterward. 5—None; they are all carried. -