Evening Star Newspaper, December 7, 1930, Page 101

not particularly pleasing to me, for if the tiger were wot hurt badly emough to be crippled it was almost the worst situation we could expect. The animal would be vicious, thoroughly alarmed and desperate either to get its prey or to escape from its trap. I decided to get over to the caves as quickly as possible. Led by Tindig down into the bed of one of the mountain streams and following this up for a while, we left.the stream and were soon in the thick undergrowth near the cave. We were not more than 50 yards from the opening now, and the approach to the cave in which the tiger . crouched was not at all inviting. It was at first merely a narrow tunnel in the under- - growth up the steep hillside. We crept through this tunnel in single file, Tindig moving ahead, 50 intent that his breath whistled through his At length we got within 10 feet of the cave . The space in front was fairly free of bush, but was covered with loose rocks and large stones and we could not see inside the black chasm of the cave. I took up & .po- sition behind one of the obstructing rocks, and seeing that my'gun was ready I took from knapsack a red flare. I planned to throw it i THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C, DECEMBER 7, 1930. | pn There was a slight shake of the greenery and for a fraction of a second the em- tire striped: figure of a male tiger stood out in bold relief. driven beyond his dlbow into the tiger's throat. It seemed that the tiger must kill him, for I could not get close enough to shoot without taking the risk of killing my life-saver. They - both went down ag in, the tiger's formidable claws tearing at its ' tim's body and Tindig's arm tugging at tre wild cat's insides. - By this time I finally got close enough to 1 | shoot safely. With ome shot through the brain ‘the animal relaxed and fell dead. ° But poor, noble, old Tindig had nearly passed on also. His wonderful body was torn and bleeding and he was unconscious. When the chief’s son had been rescued we took poor Tindig down to the village. I moved my camp there the next day and we slowly nursed my faithful guide back to life and vigorous health again. It all goes to show that even a savage ecan be just as good as the best sort of white man. Tindig had only just stopped being a head hunter, but he saved my life and in doing so tried to kill a tiger with his bare hands. He nearly succeeded, too! (Copyright, 1930.) Wheat Smut Takes Toll. AT smut, which brings about nt-be! severe penalties to wheat growers whose crops are affected, seemed to exact an even - greater toll this year than last from the pressed growers and the worst of the situat} is that the end is not in sight, for preliminarg investigations indicate that Spring wheat is going to be even more badly affected. - : This year’s Spring wheat from the five States - in the Spring-wheat belt was rather heavily - double the amount of inferior grain. - 3 Treatment of the seed before planting, which * Departmens is the means recommended by the n of Agriculture to prevent smut, had been given in about two-thirds of the fields, but so ine effectively was the work carried om, through ineffective remedies or through wun. skillful treating, half of the grain in some the fields was found to be affected in trea fields which was 50 per cent less than in ° untfeated fields. Infant Mortality.” (QRECON and Washington led all the States and the District of Columbia in the quess tion of infant mortality last year, the formes - kflm“wtotevmwmm the first year and the latter 49. New : reporting for the first time, was at the of the list with 145, with Arizona reporting 133, Just above it. : 3 “How Natural Nature LOOKS” sscssssn By Sam Hellman An Article From the Humorous Series Con- tributed by a Member of The Star Magazine’s “Galaxy of Gayety.” U may omit this Aryan,” says L “There are 86 things I have mo use for and at least 87 of ‘em are camping out.” “Don’t you like Nature?” in- guires Minnie Mellish, whose brains are prac- excelsior. - tically s - “I'm quite fond of her,” I %t I object to some of her manifestatis as volplaning beetles into the butter, splashing rainstorms onto tents and inserting chiggers - inte your underwear—pardon me, I mean my underwear. The last time I went to the mat with Mother Earth——" “I'l bet,” cuts in Ira Mellish, “you’ve never gone camping in your life.” “I've lived in Brooklyn,” says I, simply. " “As a matter of fact,” cuts in Joe Davis, “Pete and I roughed it for weeks in the Black . Hills. Remember?” “As if it were tomorrow,” I assures the boys and girls. “Never will I forget the last three * days of the trip. We'd been tramping around the Alleghenies for——" _ “The Black Hills,” corrects Joe. “Probably,” I agrees, “but you can’t tell 'em apart at night. As the poet remarked—you . may peek at a peak ’'til you're peaked, but you can’t tell a peak a thing. But to go on with the story——" ' “1 dare you to,” glares the missus. “Madame Queen,” says I, coldly. “I will not be suppressed. The curse of our age is censor- ship and, as a gentleman of the old school, I refuse to let my wife curse.” “Who's cursing?” she snaps. “N'importe.” I shrugs in the French, “but - suppression shall never be allowed to darken my early Gothic door.” qus right,” chimes in Davis. “Aceord- ing to the psycho-analysts, suppression’s a terrible thing. Half of the nervous wrecks in the country today are the result of sup- “Yeh,” growls Mellish, “and the.other half are guys whe.had to listen to bozos get im- puilses off their chest.” .A“n-yhu!wlo;:"e'dlyputln."eomu “Standing over me was a big guy with a mean pan.” developments in psycho-analysis, resisted hey desires, but it was no go.” “What happened?” I asks. “I can't tell you now,” says Davis. “It is not for the ears of refined ladies. It is rather something_for gentlemen to discuss over their mulled wine and walnuts after the women-fo.k have withdrawn to their embroidery.” “Aw, go on,” I urges. ‘“Minnie’s mature.” “Very well,” surrenders Joe. “If I must pick my neuroses in publi, why I will. At the age of 16, the girl poisoned both her parents with match heads, eloped with a left-handed zither- tuner and today is the second vice president of the Anti-As-You-Like-It Society. All of this would have been avoided had the lassie’s folk’s permitied her merely to throw a cat at a red- headed bride. Prof. Goof-Nareshkeit, in a note " on this case, holds that a cure could have been effected by inversion—in other words, by having the patient throw a red-headed bride at a cat.” “Joseph's coat of many colors!” yelps Mellish, ‘““Have you babies been wired for sound? Can't we plan an innocent three-day camping trip in the Bronx without stirring up all this hog- wash?” “You brought it on yourself,” points out Davis, in precise English. “Pete here wanted to tell you about an outing he onée took in the Wasatch Mountains, but you folks suppressed him. I will not permit the friend of my. boy- hood to be wrecked subconsciously by a thwarted imppulse, Unless he is allowed to bring his in- hibited sentiments out in the broad daylight of conscious effiuvia, I will not allow——" “I suppose,” sneers Ira, “he’ll with a lefi-handed zither-tuner if he doesn’t get it off his chest.” “Let him tell his story,” suggests Minnie, at this point. “It can’'t be any worse than his . usual yamn.” ¢y OU'VE never plumbed my possibilities,” s, says. I, '.h-“’v.flx%fi “In the Hoosatopic Tunnel,” offers Mellish,” “shooting fish with a trench-mortar.” “Ah, yes,” says 1. “We'd been wandering for days in the mountains —you all recall the verse, of course—- “Mountains are ciimbed by saps like me, But only a seviing becomes a tree. “—but,” I goes -, “we weren't at all worried. We had a Loy scout with us—-a lad who could figure directions from the bark on banyon trees, light fives without matches and throw to- gether a muviligatawny stew with a batch of old razor blades and an 1890 calendar. 8o, pointing our way northward, we traveled for miles to the south, eating nothing but raw roots and almost freezing to death for lack of a fire.” “What,” inquires La Mellish, “was the mat- " ter with your Boy Scout?” “He had a little tough luck,” I tells her. “In the general confusion which prevails in the Cascades during the late Fall, he got his rules/ for lighting a fire mixed up with the lesson for making a ligature for a guy who's been bitten by & snake and——" “As T recall it,” horns in Davis, “there was also some little mix-up between reading direc- tions from the thickness of bark and telling time by the height of the sun. If I'm not mis- taken, what he thought was north was really 11:56 mountain time.” “N'importe.” I shrugs in Parisian. “The fact remains that we were lost—hopelessly lost in the roughest country I've ever seen.” “But you were found,” says Minnie, with some excitement. “That,” points out the frau, “was my tough luck.” “At the end of the third day,” I continues, treating the wife’s remark with the contempt I deserve, “we found ourselves in a clearing. We were too weary to go any farther, so we threw ourselves on the ground and soon we were dead to the world.” e i ;“/And been, that way gver, since,l’ mufter§ the , m:"”f‘ o hsl*wyumu ad» hw somebody pulling roughly at my shoulder, Standing over me was a big guy with a mean ““You're under arrest,’ says he. “‘What for?’ says I. * “Trespassing,’ says he. ¥ “You see,” I explains, whimiscally, “what we'd taken to be a clearing in the forest g‘ubthlrtcent.h green of the Allegheny Country ub. Potato Spoilage Fought. . PO’I‘A’!O growers who have put their pota- toes away in acreage_this year will do well to bring them back out and look them over again, according to Department of Agriculture experts. With the prospects of a small late potato crop and with considerable damage done to the earlier crops, spoilage in storage might bring about serious losses. This year a fungus infection called B is more prevalent than usual and it is expected that many of the stored potatoes will be f on re-examination, to be infected. These fu: bring about rot at the stem end of potatoes,- Late blight infection, machine cuts and fros§ - injury are also expected to have brought abous conditions which might cause loss of store@ potatoes unless they are carefully culled. - Chewing Gum Figures. | Tlmhboro(aomezm'orkm,hnygu. produced a commodity which put millions to work and consumed probably a vast quantity of energy -during the course of the year. In fact the amount of energy so consumed has bee) * the butt of many a joke. Coming down to des tails, the production of chewing gum last yes§ totaled $61,000,000 in value, which was just bit over the total for 1927, indicating that w! Output oj: Explosives, MOR! than half a billion pounds of exe plosives wee ™" el in this country last year, ac~™ " . ~ roau of Census, Dynamite, of cci: o 1 a total of 000,000 pounds. Theie \.2ve nearly 80,000, pounds of nitiozlycerin ‘urned out, while thg other types of explosives. such as blasting powder, black gunpowder and smokeless powder, made up the rest. r Mines and New Mexico. mines of New Mexico were decidedly productive last year, yielding precious metals and lead of