Evening Star Newspaper, March 23, 1930, Page 105

STORIES SPORTS GAMES el All readers of the Kitchenette should recog- nize this figure, and so should everybody else who likes to eat. Without pans we would not have any dinner, and wouldn't that be terrible? FOR THE COOK. *The defini ions are: HORIZONTAL. 1. A cooking utensil. 4. Contraction of “it is.” 9. Long Island (abbr.). 8. Cover for pan. 9. Victoria Cross (abbr.). 10. To sum up. 12. Organ of sight. 13. A mistake. 14. A shade of brown. 16. The night before. 18. For example (abbr.). 19. Consumed. 20. Arabian (abbr.). 21. Color. 22. Some. VERTICAL. 1. A pasty composition used for coating walls. 2. Assistance. 8. To change residence from one country to another. 5. A climbing plant. 6. The painted scenes on a stage. 11. Animal’s lair. 12. Before. 15. Era. 11. A large covered wagon or truck. g Now we’ll try a word diamond built around things that are very important at the middle of the day. The second line means owing, the third is the name of a famous author, the fifth is an anesthetic and the sixth is a poetic form of “ever.” Can you form the diamond? Hidden in the sentence below is something that you eat. “If you don’t want the rope to break, fasten il carefully.” Ak Add a preposition to a taxi and get a hut; add another preposition to a piece of real estate and get a game, - Four kinds of food that you probably have for dinner are contained in this picture puzzle. What are they? FOUR KINDS il Behead a word for gaze and get a weed; behead the weed and get a part of the verb THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C, MARCH 23, 1930. &1 5Y4e BOYS and GIRLS PAGE The Great Animal Argument. A Story for Boys and Girls Who Like to Laugh. He jumped to his feet and called for the junior yell. BY EARL F. JENNINGS. INSTALLMENT L &£ E'VE just got to win this de- bate, fellows; we've just got tol” Bing Fraser, president of the junior class of Punkin- ville High School, spoke emphatically and smote the palm of one hand with his other fist. An informal council of war was being held, with Bing and the two members of the junior class debating team in attendance. Omne of the de- baters, Ross Jones, nodded gloomily. “Yeh, we got to,” he agreed sarcastically. “We got something else, too—we got the bum side of the argument., The seniors have to prove that horses are more useful than dogs, and we must prove they aren’t. That’s a horse on us, if you ask me.” “Sure, it’s tough,” barked Bing. “But we've got to win. They'll get the trophy sure if we don't.” The annual senior-junijor debate was only a day away, and on its result hinged the winning of the Punkinville Upper Class Achievement Trophy. This trophy was awarded each year to the class winning a majority of five con- tests, including foot ball, basket ball, oratory, debating and base ball. ‘The seniors had won the foot ball game, the juniors had come back to take the basket ball contest and had gone into the lead when Ross Jones was judged to have delivered a better oration than his senior opponent. The base ball game would not be played for several weeks, but it was a foregone conclusion that the seniors would be victorious on the diamond, so if the juniors were to get the award, it was absolutely necessary that they win the debate. “Well, we've got some pretty good points,” said Harry Jensen, the other member of the debating team, “but I'll admit you can find a lot more useful things about horses than you can about dogs, even hot dogs or the kind you wear on your feet.” “Yes, and if all dogs were like that pooch of yours, we'd be beaten before we started,” grumbled Ross. The meeting was being held in Harry's home, and the three boys glanced at Pete, Harry's dog, who was asleep on a mat before the gas grate. Pete was a brown dog, and that's about as near as you can come to describing him. Harry had found him shiver- ing in the cold the Winter before, and had taken him in. Since that time, Pete had spent all of his time eating, sleeping and scratching. He was probably the most useless dog that ever lived. * - * * ROSB JONES shuffied over the sheets of paper on which he and Harry had written their speeches. “Well,” he said, “Harry will be first speaker for the negative, followed by Willie Nilly, who will open for the seniors. Willie isn't so good, but, of course, you never know what sort of argument he’ll have. Then comes Ed Smith, and I'm the last speaker. I guess Ed will handle the affirmative rebuttal and I'll handle ours.’ * “If you're as good on that as you were on “But lis- , don't use as many long words as you the oratory contest. That's all right fancy speech, but in a debate you want to know what you're talking about. T'd never heard half the words you used in your oration.” Ress smiled in a superior manner. “They’ll know what I'm talking about this time, all right,” he said. “You can’t say ‘dog’ in very many different ways. ‘Man’s best friend’ is a good phrase. But if Willie or Ed calls a horse an ‘equine quadruped,’ I'll have to find some- thing better.” “Well, don’t talk like you'd swallowed the dictionary and had all the biggest words stuck in your throat,” cautioned Bing. They considered further plans for the event, and Bing closed the informal meeting by prom- ising to have a box of cough drops handy in case one of the junior debaters got hoarse. It paid to take precautions. Bing went home feeling that his class had at least a fighting chance in the debate, but after talking with his sister Martha, who was a senior, he wasn't so sure. Martha was glee- fully mysterious about the plans of the seniors and assured Bing that the juniors were beaten before they started. “I wonder what those fellows are up to,” Bing pondered. He felt apprehensive. You couldn’t trust those seniors any farther than you could throw an elephant, and it would be just like them to try to win by trickery! * . * * BING decided to get some advance informa- tion as to the seniors’ plans, so that he would be better able to cope with them. That night he paid a visit to Skeeter Cunningham, a good friend of his, who had a brother in the senior class. Skeeter, after considerable per- suasion and a good punch in the jaw, reluce tantly admitted that he did have an idea what the seniors were up to. “I'm not sure,” he said, “but I think they are going to bring some dumb old dog there, just to prove that dogs aren't any good. But, gee, don’t let anybody know I told you.” Bing promised he would not and went home sorely troubled. How could he checkmate this move on the part of the seniors? The presence of such a dog would undoubtedly add strength to their arguments in favor of the horse. He must stop it, but how? For hours he puzzled over the problem with- out finding an answer. But when he went to bed that night he was chuckling to himself. Just let the seniors bring on their dog! At last the hour of the debate arrived. The huge audience, consisting of all the school’s 97 students, five members of the faculty and Joe, the janitor, restlessly waited for the first speaker. Sitting in the front row of seats be- fore the platform were the two teams, and beside the junior debaters sat Bing, ready to advise and assist them as a class president should. * * *® * SUDDENLY the president of the senlor class jumped to his feet and called for a senior cheer. With the sophomores assisting them, their yell rolled out: “We'd gladly die For Punkinville High, Seniors, Seniors, Seniors! The junior curs Are full of burrs, Sentors, Seniors, Seniors!” That made the juniors pretty sore for a minute, but Bing was ready to meet the emer- gency. He jumped to his feet and called for the junior yell: “The old senior mares Ain't what they used to be. They got horse hairs Where their brains ought to be! Hee-haw! Give ’em the horse laugh!” Pinally Mr. Lopscottle, the school principal, quieted things down and announced the subject of the debate, introducing Willie Nilly as first speaker for the affirmative. An expectant mur- mur went around the room as Willie walked with great dignity to the platform, placed one foot before the other in a defiant attitude and cleared his throat. “Mr. Chairman, honorable judges, worthy op- Ponents and fellow students,” he began. “I will CRAFTS JOKES § PUZZLES. endeavor to prove that hogs are more useful than horses—er—I mean, that uses are more horseful than—ah, that is, that horses are more useful than dogs, by establishing the following points.” Willie paused, swallowed once or twice and took a deep breath. Bing Fraser leaned over and addressed the junior debaters. “He's rattled, fellows. This is going to be easy!” To be continued next Sunday. Money of Ancients. As you look upon a piece of money of the present day, you will note that it is as perfect as machinery can make it; it is round, it is beautifully stamped so that each figure and each letter are perfectly made; in fact, the entire coin is free from faults of any sort that you can see, at least, when it is new. It is free from faults you cannot see, too, for all coins of similar value are equal in weight when freshly coined. Weigh these on very delicate scales and you will see that there is no differ- ence in the weight of any two pennies or nickels or dimes or dollars or shillings or pounds, or whatever you are weighing. It was not always so, however, for the people who lived long .ago had no such wonderful ma- chinery for the making of their money. They made money out of gold and silver, copper and iron bronze, the same metals we use today; and though they tried to make their coins as pretty as possible, and tried to make all coins of simie lar value equal in weight, their attempts were not very successful. Coins shown were all made of silver, stamped by means of a hand stamp and a hammer, No. 1 shows the front and rear faces of a coin from ancient Lydia, made about 2,400 years ago; No. 2 is a coin from the Greek island of Chios, and it is also 24 centuries old; No. 3 is a piece of money from Cnidos, manufactured éz@ about 650 B.C., and No. 4 shows you a Greek coin 2,500 years of age. They are crude in design and manufacture, these old coins of years ago, but they served their purposes then as well as do the modern coins of today, and the people of those old, forgotten times probably worked just as hard to get them and were as eager to obtain money, as are we who live today. Generous! Six-year-old Freddie was asked by NN teacher: Freddie, what did you give your dear little brother for Christmas this year?” “I didn't have nuffin’ to give him,” said the wise little shaver, “but last year I gave him the measles.” ANSWERS. 1. Cross word puzzle solution: 2. The words in the diamond are L, dwd Dante, lunches, ether, e'er and S. 3. The word is breakfast. d 4. Cab-in; lot-to. 5. Meat, potatoes, bread and butter. 8 S-t-are.