Evening Star Newspaper, July 12, 1931, Page 83

THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C, PUZZLES e HIS week we start off with a picture puzsle which will be “apple pie” for all you young photographers. THREE WORDS CONNECTED WITH TAKING PICTURES These word chains contain photographic words. Change only one letter at a time and always form a real word, going from one word to the other in as few moves as possible. Change SNAP to SHOT in four moves. Change FILM to ROLL in three moves. g Next comes a word diamond. The second line is a color, the third is a metal pin or bolt, the fifth is to retard and the sixth is a play- thing. Form the diamond. D E v DEVELOP L o P g Remove the middle letter from an engine and get a heath. Remove the middle letter from wide and get a small nail. — CROSS-WORD PUZZLE. The definitions are: HORIZONTAL. . To whirl. . Too. . Father. . A wise bird. . Part of “to be."” . Preposition. . Unhappiness, grief. . Long Island (abbr.). . A drink. . Place, put. . To eat a light meal. . Companion, friend. . Character in “Uncle Tom's Cabin.” . Printer’s measure. . Not many. . Indefinite .article. . You and I. . Poem. . Neuter pronoun. . Stump of a tree branch. . Biscuits, cakes. VERTICAL. . A petty quarrel. . Crown of the head. . At present, A beverage. Business transaction. . To leave out. . Injured. . The whole. . Feminine pronoun. . Church benches. . So be it. . Proud, showy. . Insects. . Mist. A spider’s snare. - R N S BN N et bt bt o= wm A Clear Case. “They sent the blacksmith to jail.” “What for?” “Forgery.” JULY 12, 1931, e BOYS and GIRLS PAGE Son of the Chief. Story of a Bov Who Lived Up to His Father’s R(pumtzofl There was a mad scramble as they threw off their clothes. BY W. BOYCE MORG 4N, Bill Caldwell's father is chief of police in the little town of Northridge. This, together with Bill's great ability in all athletic sports, makes him the leader among the boys in his town., and nobody has ever challenged this leadership. Then one day Bill learns that a family named Towne is moving into the old Thompson house next door and that they have a boy about his own age. He then learns that the boy's father is none other than Eddie Towne., the famous big league base ball manager. The next day Bill lingers around the Thompson place while the moving men unload the Towne furniture, and finally a car drives up and a tall, light-haired boy gets out. He introduces himself as Fred Towne and Bill replies that he is Bill Caldwell. son of the town's chief of police. Fred shows a desire to be friendly. but Bill is wary. fearing that this new boy may take his place as leader among the younger element of Northridge. INSTALLMENT IL HE two boys began to discuss base ball as they watched the movers un- load the furniture, but Bill soon dis- covered that he was at a great disadvantage on this subject. How could he compete with a boy who knew almost all the great players personally, who had been mascot of his father's team for one year, and who actually possessed base balls autographed by Babe Ruth and other famous characters of the diamond? Therefore Bill was just as glad when the discussion was interrupted. The interruption came in the form of a glad shout from Fred when the moving men unloaded a huge box from the van and carried 8 into the house. “That’s the box with all my stuff in it!” cried Fred. “Come on in the house and we’'ll unpack i He Jed Bill into the disordered interior of the dwelling, where boxes and crates and furni- ture were piled about everywhere, and together they unpacked the big box containing Fred's treasures. And then it was that Bill was almost overcome with envy. In rapid succession Fred unearthed a couple of complete base ball uni- forms marked with the insignia of his father's team, a whole bag full of base balls (many of them autographed), enough gloves and mitts to supply a whole team, bats, a catcher's mask, and everything else that a player could use. UT that was only a beginning. Fred had tennis racquets and golf clubs and ice skates and a beautiful fishing rod. He had more camping equipment than Bill had ever seen before. In fact, the contents of that box would almost have set a sporting goods store up in business. “For the love of Mike!” gasped Bill as all these wonders were unfolded. “Where in the world did you get all this stuff?” “Oh, all the sporting goods dealers and com- panies gave it to me—or to dad,” Fred ex- plained. “They are always giving him some- thing. The latest thing is a canoce. It's on the way here now. There's a river here we can go canoeing on, isn't there?” “You bet,” said Bill. “Right down over the hill is where we go swimming, and there’s a dock there you can use.” Fred's next question was whether they played much base ball in Northridge. When Bill re- plied that the gang was probably playing right now down on the old field, Fred picked up a couple of bats and a half dozen gloves and insisted that they get into the game. A moment later they were hurrying away from the house. When they reached the old ball field 9 or 10 fellows had chosen up sides and were engaged in a hot battle, punctuated by much hitting and an equal amount of arguing. The sight of Bill was greeted by great shouts and an immediate dispute ensued as to which side was to get this star player. Bn.l.edledshutinthenme long enough to tell the other boys who Fred was, and to say that they were impressed is to put it too mildly. They gathered around him in awed stlence, while some of the bolder boys asked him questions about his father and his team. They looked at his gloves and bats with cries of admiration, but finally Fred tired of all this and insisted that the game proceed. The boys who had won the argument and were to have Bill's services in the game were not so pleased now, for Fred naturally was taken by the other team. Bill had a feeling that something like a crisis was approaching, and this feeling became stronger than ever as he stepped into the pitcher’'s box and found that Fred would be the second batter to face him. Bill was the best pitcher of all the boys who played on the old ball field, and he had something that he called an “outdrop” of which he was very proud. It was working well today and the first batter on the other team struck out after three wild swings. Then Fred Towne non- chalantly picked up a bat and stepped up to the plate. “Paste it a mile, Fred!” encouraged the other boys on his side. Fred took a position that was an exact imitation of that used by one of the greatest sluggers in the big leagues and waved his bat ominously at Bill. ILL put everything he had into that first pitch. Fred stepped into it with a vicious swing, there was a sharp crack and the ball sailed out past the diamond and into the deep weeds in the outfield. While his teammates shrieked with joy Fred trotted around the bases. It was an eagy home run. Bill gritted his teeth and tried to pretend that he did not mind. But his mortification was deepened a few minutes later when he came up to bat himself, to face the pitching of Fred Towne. Fred used the wind-up and delivery of another famous player, and either that or the real deceptiveness of his pitching was too much for Bill. The best he could do was tap an easy ground ball right back at Fred, ho tossed him out at first. As the game went on Bill knew that he was no longer king of the Northridge ball diamond. ‘This new boy could do everything as well as And the transferred their admiration and allegiance at once. By the time the afternoon was over Fred Towne was distinctly the “head man.” HE game finally broke up in a rush as the players decided that it was too hot for more base ball and made a dash for the swimming hole. The hole was in a secluded spot just outside of town, where the river made a bend and where trees and bushes shaded it and con- cealed it from view. There was a mad scram- ble as they threw off their clothes and raced to be first in the water. Bill's superiority now received another blow. He had always been the fastest swimmer and the best diver in the bunch. But the dive with which Fred Towne hit the water was as clean and smooth as any Bill had ever made, and when Pred and Bill engaged in an impromptu race across the pool and back the former dis- played a fast, easy crawl stroke that more than matched anything Bill could show. (To be continued next Sunday.) Mysterious—Very. “Why is the ship going so slow?” an oM lady asked the captain of a liner in a heavy fog. “The fog, madame,” the captain answered. “But it's quite clear above,” the old lady persisted. “Maybe, madame, but we're not going that way unless the boilers burst.” i CRAFTS JOKES : PUZZLES ; RIDDILES Are you all ready for a new set of riddles? Some of these are pretty tricky, so don't try them if these hot Summer days have taken all the pep oyt of you! When does a ship tell a falsehood? . When is a piece of wood like a queen? . When is a ship at sea not on the water? . What is the smallest room in the world? What word is pronounced wrong by fl’l‘ best scholars? i ANSWERS. ) 1. When she lies at the wharf. 2. When it is made into a ruler. 3. When she is on fire. 4. The mush-room. 5. Wrong, of course, Black and IWhire. An even number of swimmers is divided intd two groups, one called Black and the other White. This game is best plaved in pools. The groups stand in line on opposite siGws of the pool. The referee stands at the deep end, where he can throw into the pool a block eight inches square and two inches thick. One side of the block is painted white, the other surface black. The referee blows the whistle, tosses the block into the air while the swime mers dive into the water. If the white sure face of the wooden block shows on top of the water, then the Whites try to tag the Blacks before they can reach safety, their home side of the pool. If the black surface turns to the top, the group called Black endeavors to tag the Whites. Swimmers tagged are prisoners out of play. The swimmer's hand touching or holding to the side of the pool which is home rendersg him immune; it is not necessary to climb from the water to be safe. A swimmer touche ing the opponents’ wall is considered a prisoner. The game is finished when all of one group have been captured. Indian on the Cent. Have you ever looked closely at the Indiam on cur old one-cent piece? Are you sure that it is an Indian? At any rate, here is its story: In 1835 the United States Government offered an award of & thousand dollars for & suitable design to be placed on the new onee cent coin soon to be issued. About this time some Indian chiefs frogg the Far Northwest visited the Great Father, as they called the President. After visiting Washington, they went to Philadelphia to see the mint. The chief engraver, James B. Longe acre, invited the Indians to his home. His daughter, aged 10, was greatly delighted with these guests. During the evening, one of them placed his feathered war bonnet on her head. An artist, who was among the guests, quickly sketched the little girl's picture and handed it to her father. He was pleased and decided to enter it in the contest for the coin design. It won the competition and the face of this little “Indian” has gone intg more hands than sny other American euin, Not Finished. . The village fire department was still em ¥ Job. “Why don't you stop?” yelled the angry house owner. “The fire is all out.” “I know it is,” replied the fire captain, “but there's three windows yet to break.” ANSWERS., 1. Snapshot, negatives and shutter. 2. SNAP—slap—slop—slot—SHOT. FILM—Aill—rill—ROLL. 3. The diamond is D, red, rivet, develop, de« lay, toy, P. 4. Motor, moor. Broad, brad. 5. Cross-word puzzle solution. [0[w) [>]] - 0/Z] €] LEE flgfl 0|m|0[Z]C]O)] 0] (M) M €] S E mEl [ £] Li=Em H[=1Z]o] naue g8 [Z(mZ]>| > (0]0]7] Z|-[>|<] WwH[Z]>]