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STORIES SPORTS ' "GAMES . The whole. . Organ of hearing. . To win. . A poem. . Small particle of matter. A dress. . Bench in a church, . A farm laborer. She Was Safe. Margaret—Can a person be. punished for something he hasn’t done ‘Teacher—Of course not. ‘Margaret—Well, I haven’t done my geometry yet. : Buggy. "Jane—T want some insect powder. Clerk—Do you wish to take it with you? Jane—Ob, of course not. I'll chase the bugs down here and you can give it to them. T THE. SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C, FEBRUARY 23, 1930. ¥ e " - 1 A BOYS and GIRLS PAGE Flight From Skeleton Valley. An Air Mishap Leads to Further Adventures. BY W. BOYCE MORGAN. Hm!mnwetlntfiued«mflob- ably did not mean rain, but rather a high L 1 ol i i e ope of s George straightened the plane out to get all the distance he could HIAIH T sgggggéggg i or crack up on an outcropping of rock. there’s one good thing,” Harry thought himself grimly. “With a dead motor, we at won't catch fire!” They dropped nearer and nearer to the sandy of the valley, sprinkled here and there sagebrush and sharp-spiked cactus plants. sudden picture of himself eatapulting out of and landing on a cactus plant made It would be great if that was the was studying the ground anx- ly he saw a stretch of sand that He eased the plane gently down- the ground came nearer and i set himself for the shock. ir wheels touched, bounced gently, ran smoothly for a dozen yards. Then suddenly the plane lurched, careened to the left, and dragged one wing in the sand. With the skill of long experience an George somehow kept it from going over, They stopped. They had landed safely! With a squeal of joy and relief Harry jumped from the cockpit and did a little dance on the sand. 1 HH P §Fg<gsdy 5§§§§§§5 3 JBut Uncle George climbed. out. move.- slowly, and grimly pointed to one of the landing wheels. “I was afraid of that,” he said soberly. broke a wheel. And if you can figure how are going to take off again with only one wheel, your'e a better fiyer than I am, ®Well, we're down anyway,” said hopefully. “And we still have the plane. going to get a look at one of them at last!” “And it's liable to be a long look!” Uncle George. “Do you realize that we are hemmed in on all sides by mmountains, almost impassable to tenderfeet 1'ke us; that it's - ably 20 miles to the raiiroad by a road that is “Well, we'll be just f L lemonade, coffee and sandwiches that mo put up for use,” chuckled Harry. * dilapida what had once been a street. to the plane, reached into the cockpit, and without a word handed Harry a .38-caliber revolver. (To Be Continued Next Sunday.) Now She Knows. (Two old women talking): ““Well, you've got one of them ear things for your deafness at last. That's what I've been telling you to do for five years.” “Oh! That’s what you've been telling me for five years, is it?” Some motorists are in such a hurry to get into the next county that they go right en into the next world, ANSWERS. 1. The square Is trap, roll, alto, plow. 2. The diamond is P, dub,.dazed, pumles, below, dew, S. 3. Reconcile, textile, smile, reptile, 4. Cool. Add R and form color, 5. Cross-word puzzle solution: 'CRAFTS JOKES PUZZLES Carnarvon Castle. ALES is one of the most interesting snd one of the most beautiful parts of the British Isles, and if you know your geography, you will know that it is just west of England, a small, mountainous region facing the Irish Sea. It is a land which long ago was inhabited by a fierce and warlike people, proud of their Celtic blood and ruled by native chieftains who for many years defied their neighbors in the east to conquer them. And up to about the year 1300 they were more or less free and in<™ dependent of all other people. Like many of the old countries of Europe, Wales contains many ancient cities, some of them almost 2,000 years old, and these in the savage, fighting days of long ago were defended by walls, forts and enormous castles, many of which are standing to this day, though most of them are in a sad state of ruin, the victime of war, age and fire. But Carnarvon Castle is still in a good state of preservation. And if ever you are in that part of the world, you can see this old Welsh stronghold just as it must have ap- peared in the year 1284, when King Edward II was born there. It was because this king was born there that Carnarvon Castle is of unusual interest. (Al The wild and warlike people of Wales had refused to be ruled by any English king, p - ferring their own chieftains. And since th-ir Brighten Shopping Bag. “ON! rather gloomy day,” sald Miss Brown, “I was ‘strap-hanging’ in a crowded street car homeward bound. On these occa- sions I always find it amusing to watch the their shop bags filled with food from the bare galn counters. Most of them wore toll-worly expressions, but there was one woman, color- fully dressed, whose smile was full of cheeri- ness. “But what really drew my attention to her was the wonderfully colored shopping bag which she carried instead of the usual ugly black leather affair. It was made of fawn canvas and was embroidered with brilliantly colored flower beads. I studied the bag closely and when I reached home this is what I did. “I got a burlap grain sack (any grain mere chant will sell you one for a trifie), then in my collection of odds and ends I found a couple of old felt hats, a green one and a red one. I cut the unfaded pieces of both of them into flowers. Next I got an old shopping bag and cut some more of the felt to the exact shape of the bag, also cutting the gunny sack in the same size. I then sewed in the felt lining. Next I took the shaped flowers and sewed them artistically on the outside of the bag and bor- dered them with beads,” concluded Miss Brown, “Bravo! Do you know I have always hated the sight, of these ugly black shopping, bags,” remarked one of the members. cais @ wniC o¢ SHEILA McIVQR. <3

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