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WOMAN'S PAGE BEDTIME STORIES ' Mrs. Whitetail in No Hurry. Why hurry when there is no meed? Then more is lost than gained by speed. —Mrs, Whitetail. # Mrs. Whitetail the Marsh Hawk had fold Whitetail that she had found the place where they would make their new home and had told him to follow her. Whitetall, having long since learned that it is wisest to do what Mrs. White- tail wants to do, obediently followed. She flew this way and that way over the Green Meadows, keeping one di- rection for only a minute or two at She flew along the edge of the Big River. She skirted the Green Forest. She salled over the dear Old Briar-patch. She seemed to be going| mowhere in particular. ‘Whitetail followed. He never said a word. If he began to wonder where ,sthe place for the new nest was he ” e Aiiieng PN ‘AGAIN WHITETAIL CUT SOME CAPERS IN THE AIR, AND THEN STARTED DOWN TO JOIN HER. ssked no questions. He knew Mrs. Whitetail and her ways. He didn't mind flying. In fact, he enjoyed it. 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Whitetail circled over her and turned a somersault for her admiration and the fun of doing it. Then, as he prepared to drop down beside her, she took to her wings again. The new nesting place couldnt be there. Once she alighted far up in the Old Pasture and again Whitetail did some fancy fiying before starting to join her on the ground. As before, she Aidn’t wait for him. The new nesting place couldn’t be there. A third time Mrs. Whitetail ap-| proached the Old Pasture. This time she alighted only a little way in. Again Whitetail cut some capers in the air and then started down to foin her. This time she waited for him. He landed | a few feet from her and made her a very fine bow, -of which she appeared to take no notice. “Well,” said she, “what do you think of it?" ‘Whitetail knew then that this was the place. He pretended to look it over carefully. Really he had no eyes for anything but his big mate, for he was very much in love with her despite the fact that they had been mates for sev- eral years. They were on a little mound of dry ground. All around it the ground was wet and swampy. Some low bushes grew on that little mound and later there would be some tall bunch grass and weeds. “It is perfect,” sald Whitetail. “How- ever did you find it, my dear? It is the best nesting place we ever have had.” “Of course it is,” replied Mrs. White- | tail. “Did you think I would be sati: fled with anything less than the_ bes Now let us take a look in the Old Briar- patch. When we passed over it the last | time, I saw Peter Rabbit there and I thought I caught sight of :Mrs, Peter. There_ought to be some little Peters| there before long if there are not now. 1t is good to know that Peter and Mrs. Peler came through the Winter all| . right, because now we may have a chance for a dinner of young rabbit now and then. Mice are all right for a regular diet, but I do like a chang> now and then, and nothing gives a bet- ter change than nice, tender young rabbit.” | So Mr. and Mrs. Whitetail settled on | the place for their new home and no one was the wiser. Mrs. Whitetall was in no hurry to build. Once or twice a day she would visit the place, but she never stopped there long. She knew | that sharp eyes were watching her, so | she visited other places in the Old Pas- | ture, but most often on the Green Meadows, and the place she went to| most often and where she stayed the zenguc was where the old nest had| . “Those who may know of our old nest will think we are going to nest there again,” she explained, “and that ! is what I want them to think. There | is no hurry about building. We'll walt | until the weather is warmer and more | settled.” Whitetall was quite satisfied. These were joyous days and he continued to turn somersaults and cut capers in the air from pure joy. (Copyright, 1931.) Facts Befor BY OLIVE ROBERTS BARTON. 'RS. BUTTS got off the street car, backwards, of course, her mind on her house instead of her feet. “I'll have to hurry and see what Ran- cy is doing and tell him to stop it,” she sald to herself. But Rancy saw her first and started to pull the flaming broom back into the room between the c 3 She didn’t yell “Fire! Police! Mur- der!” as many mothers would. She was & sure, capable woman, was Mrs. Butts, and she got into' the house with two bounds. Up -the stairs and into that front room she jumped before you could dial a number on a telephone. ‘There stood Rance, with the broom- stick clutched in his two hands, the end a burning bush that curled in red and brown waves to the ceiling. ‘Without a word she seized the torch, flew to the bath room and dumped the ‘whole into the tub. She turned the tap—a lick, a lisp, and the fire was out. R.lnz{hwu at her heels, his face glow- ing with pride and interest. “Gee, Mom, you ought to be on the ent.r Mrs. Butts turned and regarded him silently, hands on hips, lips set, eyes like the points of awls. “You little devil!” she burst out finally, “What do you mean?” “Why, Mom, I just—I didn’t do it. Honest I didn't. I just—" 8he took him by the coat collar and hustled him back into the front room to make sure that everything was safe, and thence up to the attic. “Mom, I didn't do it. I was just—" A shake silenced his defense. In the attic on a nail was a strap mostly as a threat, but seasonably as a duster for one small of trou- sers. It did a serious job now. Rancy was dumped, thereafier, on a box, and told to stay there till dark, supper. In the over his sin and how nearly be had re- duced all they to ashes. ‘Whether he heard or not didn't mat- ter. His sobs were sufficient evidence that he was suffering. With that Mrs. Butts was satisfied and went below to clean up the mess and get dinner. Her heart was jumping now—queerly. That's the reason she had dropped her work so tuddenly, to go to the doctor and see about her heart. And he had sald no overexertion, no excitement, no ul'%rry. And here she'd come home to| this. She began to feel better. Perhaps|™ she'd whipped Rancy too hard! Milder emotions paralyzed by fury were begin- | ning to revive, Poor_little fellow! Kkid! But wasn't it her duty to make| him mind? Sure it was! Wouldn't| he ever learn to behave and keep out of mischief? Bert was always telling her she jumped to conclusions, but| He was a sweet NANCY PAGE Baby Becomes Young Lady Standing on Her Feet BY FLORENCE LA GANKE. ‘When baby Ann sat like a little queen | in her place of state on the davenport she ruled the family. A rattle thrown on the floor was picked up for her, only to have her throw it down again. When she squirmed and moved her feet in- side her knitted moccassins until the moccassins came off she found some willing soul to put them back on again. When her bib became wet and soppy from her drooling there was a nice fresh bib at hand to be fastened under her chubby chin. All in all she was having so much service and such good times that she should have been content to stay on the sofa and queen it over everybody. But not so. Ann was 10 months old and quite ready to do some creeping and crawling on her own account. So one day Lois ordered a baby pen for her little daughter. She chose one with smooth wood, well stained, rather than & cheaper enameled one. She knew the lacquer might chip off under | the gnawing which Ann would give it. While she was buying the baby pen she purchased some rompers also. She “irts were encumbrances, much in the way of a toddler trying to stand alone, Skirts used to be the ac- cepted dress of a lady, but nowadays clothing is different. Clothes to fit the occasion and the need are acceptable. She bought some shoes with broad soles, flexible and yet with enough stiffness in them to give the wabbling feet a sense of base and anchorage. Ann took to the pen like a duck to water. Was Roger the proud father when he saw his daughter standing on her own two feet? Indeed he was. e Spanking where would that child be if she left him to Bert? Nowhere! My land, she'd like to have died when she got off that car and saw—! She'd better take one of the pills the doctor gave her. They were in her purse on the bed in her room. There was the dustpan on the hearth and the broom—! Then suddenly a recollection came kst the Toom Tegistered. that b at the room red that broom leaning against the mantel. ‘Rancy!” she called. came & weak, small voice. “Was the broom afire when you got home?” ‘Com “T t-trie listen. I came up to your room when I couldn't find you and the broom was on the floor. It was partly stickin’ in the stove and startin’ to burn. Y left the window up and I broom and stuck it outside. “It was fault, kid!” she confessed suddenly. “I'm sorry I whipped you. ;’l:‘y”"“ your skates and go out and Is not our discipline largely ignorant and emotional? When a child does wrong, the first thing we should ask ourselves is, hat have I done to make him do this?” My Neighbor Says: ‘To beat eggs quickly add = pinch of cream of tartar before starting to beat them. The de- sired frothy condition will be acquired more quickly and re- tained longer. ‘To wash silk crepes or georgettes use warm water and white soap. Do ot rub, but squeeze the gar- ment through a good suds. Rinse several times and iron on the then china. all dishes into the dish pan at the same time makes it difficult to wash dishes as they should be washed and is frequently the reason for handleless cups. Common salt rubbed over non- ‘washable window shades will re- new their freshness. 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Jadwin was & familiar figure in the Capi- tal. Senators, Rep- resentatives and others high in the councils of the Government knew well that small, un- pretentious office at the far end of the Munitions Building, where he worked as chief of Army engineers, Gen. Jadwin could be found there al- most any time, smoking his favorite | briar end studying the vast array of maps and charts that cluttered his desk. Past 60 years of age then, he never looked his age. He carried lightly his reputation as one of the world's great- est authoritles on flood control and waterways. He apparently loved nothing better | than opportunity to talk about the sub- ject. 'To the most ignorant layman he | Would as patiently explain his maps and charts as to a brother engineer. One could see at a glance that he had a deep-rooted and sincere faith in | his profession. I recall a visit with OUR CH BY ANGELf So 01d. Much of what is hailed as new, mod- ern, up-to-date, is really very old, If you stop and take a good look at the modern ideas much of an older day peeps through their jazzy coverings. In | every daring deed of the younger gen- eration I distinguish the sinuous motion of an ancient sefpent, the perfume of a lotus flower, the ugly smirk of a time- battered satyr. Humanity seems to be much the same. Only its viewpoint, a few centuries in height, alters the pic- ture. 1 think of all this when some anxious mother comes to the office, fear in every Mne of her face, anxiety tensing every nerve and muscle in her body, to tell me that she fears that her child has & complex. He simply will not Jet his baby sister alone. Well, maybe he has a complex. What | he has, by whatever name it goes, is not today’s new birth. It is as old as time. When Cain found that he could pester | Abel, I am sure he did so. I am sure, too, that every other brother in the world, who discovered that he could annoy his brother or sister, has done so until somebody proved to him that it could not be done with impunity. I am all for self-defense in a case like this. Let the brothers and sisters settle it. A punch in the nose administered in a state of brotherly or sisterly in- dignation will do far more to keep the peace, accomplish far more toward maintaining family harmony, far more to eliminate the “complex,” than all the scolding and punishing one can admin- ister. Direct action by the one offended, no discussion about it, a dignified aloof- ness on the part of the grown-ups (scuffling s most undignified), will soon establish a wholesome atmosphere. Constant bickering, tale bearing and the like is too wearing. Let the thing be settled and let children do the settling. ““Oh, dear, what shall T do? Yester- day I lost my temper and slapped Michael in the face and he won't speak to me since.” “How old is Michael?"” “Thirteen. And won't speak to his “Thirteen? mother? Well, you go to the movies and see a good picture and forget all about him. Speak to him cheerfully when you get home, and if he doesn't answer stop speaking to him, Send him to his room 1o stay there until he gets & better-balanced notion of things. If he had not sulked you would have been justified in telling him you were sorry that you lost your temper and smacked him, but & boy who takes that attitude | best say that the first job he success- | words for old ideas. D. C, TUESDAY, MARCH 24, 1931 DAYBOOK JOLLY POLLY A Lesson in English, him shortly after he had returned from e an extensive tour of the Mississippi Val- ley following the disastrous flood of 1927. Informally he told of some of the things he encountered on the trip. This story remains in my memory: One day he stopped at a small flood- ravaged town on the Mississippi. A resident who had suffered greatly and lost much approached him as he and | his party stood looking out upon a levee | that was being assaulted by high water. | “General,” he said, “do you think 1 1 WONDER WHERE MR. BROKE HAS GONE T0. DAD SAYS HE'S PROBABLY DRIVING AROUND LOOKING €OR A SOUP KITCHEN THAT GIVES CURB SERVICE. even your engineers can harness that river Turning to him, the general's reply was in five words: “They bullt the Panama Canal.” It was with this sort of determination that he plunged into the problem of | finding a solution of what has been described as the world's greatest engi- neering problem. It is for the most part the Jadwin plan the Government is fol- lowing in its effort to curb the Missis- sippi. tigy, Although he had a noteworthy record of achievements, those who knew him B. B. W—"Where has he gone?” is the required form, not “Where has he gone to?” Tc is superfluous in such constructions, hence its use should be avolded. Probably is pronounced in syllables—prob-a-bly, not prob-bly. SPRINGTIME BY D. C. PEATTIE. fully executed perhaps gave him the greatest personal satisfaction. It was just after he graduated from West Point in 1890. He was assigned to his first harbor improvement project —to triple the size of Ellis Island for immigration purposes. Within a short time after he tackled the task the work was completed. He had dredged a channel to the island, built a crib around three sides of it, filled the interior and created a strip of land three times its original size. It was his success with this project that gave him & start on the road to a world-wide reputation as an engineer. ILDREN 0 PATRIL After the red-winged blackbirds, the eariiest singing birds to return are the phoebes. 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