Evening Star Newspaper, October 9, 1931, Page 38

' ' MODEST MAIDENS ©9 y T NIGHT'S STORM BLEW AERIAL." “WELL, IT'S AN ILL WIND THAT BLOWS NOBODY GOOD.” BEDTIME STORIES 7 Goer Billy Goat Climbs. judging others be discreet, some have talents in their feet —Farmer Brown's Boy. R For perhaps & minute Billy the Mountain Goat stared at Farmer Brown's Boy with a look that seemed to say: “Who are you? What business have you up here? Where did you come from anyway?” And for that same minute Farmer Brown's Boy stood motionless, staring at Billy as if | he had lost the power to move or| #peak. His eyes were so wide that they seemed to be trying to pop out of his head, and his mouth was wide open, for he had forgotten to close it after the first gasp of surprise. You probably would look the same if what you thought was a little patch of #now should suddenly get up on four legs. 3 / ¢ Billy Goat was the first to Tecover from the mutual surprise. He shook his head, which made his long white beard wag, then turned and started off up the mountain without appearing to burry, yet moving right along. It was plain he didn’t care for the company | of Farmer Brown’s Boy. Once or twice he turned to look back and shake his head and wag his beard as if he couldn't believe that he, Billy Goat, could possibly have allowed any one to eurprise him taking a nap. He moved with dignity, and though Be didn't appear to pay any attention to his footing, never once did his small, black hoofs slip. Up the rocks he moved and then along the face of a cliff that dropped sheer for hundreds of feet. It didn't seem as if there was handhold for a Monkey, to say nothing of foothold for sharp-edged hoofs. No wonder Farmer Brown's Boy gasped again. No man or boy could possibly Rave followed Billy Goat along those narrow ledges, yet he appeared to feel quite as much ‘at home as if he were on level ground, as indeed he did. to another, then up to a third without hesitating a second. On one little rocky projection where there was just room enough for his| four feet he stopped to look back and Daily Cross-Word Puzzle Across, 1. Genus of Foraminifera, 8. Painted in imitation of wood or marble. Shirkers, dye. B1. Aquatic birds. 33, Former English gold coln. 83, A King of Judsh. * g. . Mountain on which the ark rested. . Fungold disease affecting grain. . Sink down. . Stormed. . Proper support. . Ornamental flower stand. . Clothed. . Not at home. . Spike of corn. . Highest. . Edible grains. . Drugs. . Escape privately. Soak. 48, Excavates. ANSWER TO YESTERDAY’S PUZZLE. He | would jump from one little ledge down | DOWN THE NEIGHBOR'S RADIO then down to the floor of the valley hundreds of feet below. It made Farmer Brown's Boy dizzy just to watch Billy. But Billy wasn't dizzy. He never | was dizzy in his life. He didn't even get a thrill out of this climb along | the face of the cliff. He got no more | thrill from it than you or I would get in walking along a quiet street. You see, he was used to it. He had been | that way many times. He knew every projecting bit of rock along the whole face of that cliff. His balance was per- fect, and best of all he could trust absolutely those little black-hoofed feet of his. They would never slip, never make & misstep. Farmer Brown's Boy, watching in open-mouted wonder and admiration Billy's progress along the cliff, marveled at the way those hoofs clung to the rock. “I've often heard the saying | ‘Sure-footed as a Goat,’ but until now I never realized what it meant,” said he, talking to Billy Goat, who at that dis- tance couldn't hear a word he said, which really didn’t matter in the least. “You ought to be named Billy Sure- foot. ‘That name just fits you. That is what I am going to call you, Billy Surefoot. Oh, I say! You mustn't try that. No ene without wings can ever get up testhat ledge you are heading or.” " & f Qf course, Billy didn't hear this. It weuld have made no difference to him | it he had. He knew where he was go- ing and how to get there. There were tiny shelves and projecting points of rock which Farmer Brown’s Boy couldn't see from where he was. But Billy could and did see them. They were like so many steps to him, and though he was clumsy-looking, he | wasn't the least bit clumsy. Farmer Brown's Boy held his breath as Billy climbed up and up. Finally he reached a little point of that ledge where he was outlined against the sky, and there he stood motionless, looking out over the Great World, and particu- larly down at Farmer Brown's Boy. At that distance Billy looked like a little toy white goat. “Some climber!” exclaimed Farmer Brown's Boy admiringly. “Some climber!” i (Copyright, 1931.) | . Useless old women, . Feminine name. . Bill of an anchor. Apple mash. . A road 54. Forward. 5. Sign of the zodiae. . Nautical. . Young hare. . Slow percolation. . Recluse. . Fixed on a stake: var. Down. . Set free. . Extend over. Process of preparing leather. . Sums up. . French plural article. 6. Biblical character, 1 Chron,, vii.12. . Allay. Province in Spain. . Fasten securely. . On the ocean. . Possessive pronoun. . Negative. . Obhur?fll(:n. a . . Spoke fully and coplously. . Italian coins. . Concedes. Love: Latin, . Debates. . Province. . Gazes fixedly. . Parts in a play. . Wigwam. . Polliwog. . One who transfers property to an- other. ¥ . Theater box. . White ant. . Terse. . Act of reaching a destination. . Process of loss through seepage. . Hardened. . An accommodation. . Luminous celestial body. . Persian fairy, . Father. THE EVENING STAR, WASHINGTON, D. © FRIDAY, OCTOBER 9, 193 THE CHEERFUL CHERUB 1 to b 3 Pr}::\’ebs‘t, s:lsl:n ot ems e orpl:rrgl 1 _— Only those:who live sincerely R.e—dls{ live 2t all DO YoU KNoW-THEY VE FOUND RELICS .OF THE MOUND-BUILDERS RIGHT HERE WHAT NONSENSE IN THIS TOWN T ARE YoL , TALKiNG Now P Relics of an Early American Civilization. AN SHES YOULR CHILD Sov SAY S w AND SOU WISH TO & THIS HOUSE AND REGAIN POSSESSION OF HER - HOW DID NOouU LOSE HER \N THE FIRST PLACE? PRESIDENT HONER WANTS ME ON HIS TRADE COMMITSION — BUT MUTT THe BUILDER (S — Ring Out, Wild Bells, BUSINESS Doc, WRAT'S THE WORST THING THAT EVER RAPPENED To You IN GOLF P ,~ 7 GOSH, WERE HITS A REGULAR PITCHERS BATTLE . o § ¥ . 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