Evening Star Newspaper, November 29, 1931, Page 101

STORIES SPORTS GAMES PUZZLES R A jumbled word square starts off this group of puszzles. Rearrange the letters in each horizontal rew to form a word, then rearrange the words to form a square. JUMBLED WORD SQUARE hunting scason, so we are pre- word diamond built around a hunt- second line contains the defi- the third is impiements, the fifth Ilinois and the sixth is a body SHOTGUN G U N g Our word chains also are composed of hunt- ing terms. Be very sure that you form real words as you change one letter at a time. Change HUNT to BIRD in four moves. Change GAME to WILD in five moves. SO Behead a bridge and get a cooking utensil. Behead again and get an indefinile article. Curtail to lose color and get a whim or craze. & = F CROSS WORD PUZZLE. HORIZONTAL. 1. Instrument used on the hair. 4. Measure of length. 7. The end of life. 9. Left half (Abbr.). 11. You and I 12. Greek letter. 13. Idiot. 15. Advertisement. 16. To refer to casually. . Proceed. . Ever (poetic). . Thursday (Abbr.). . Word used with “either.” . AS. , A large, low truck. Wharf. . To tear apart. VERTICAL. Plaeid. Maryland (Abbr.). Exist, . Neuter pronoun. New England State . Pay attention to. . A non-professional. . Wit. . Desires. . A number. . An evergreen tree, . Incite, urge. . Retain, keep. . Lower case (Abbr.). . Correct (Abbr.). . Railroad (Abbr.). ., You. (Abbr.). ANSWERS. Ajar, Jane, Aune and reel. S, the, tools, shotgun, Eilgin, sun, N, ., HUNT - hiut -« hind - bind - BIRD GAME - gale - mal~ - mile - wile - WILD, . S-p-an, Fad-e. . Cross Word Puzzle Solution. €T SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C, NOVEMBER 29, 1391. 4e BOYS and GIRLS PAGE The Storv of a Boy Who Lost His Courage replied Mrs. Dunne. Ray Dunne plays left end on the Thurston High School football team, but only over the con- stant protests of his motherfi who is desperately afraid that her only son will be injured. Her attitude finally influences Ray. so that his playing suffers, and when Ray's cousin and idol, Johnny Pitzpatrick, has a_leg broken while playing for the State University, Ray loses his nerve and his game goes to pieces. Coach Culbertson is forced to remove him from the -juad, and when Ray tells his mother that the coach thinks he is a coward, she becomes aroused and Insists on going to see the cosch Ray tries to stop her, but she goes, and the next morning Coach Culbertson tells him to come back to practice. Ray can not learn what passed between his mother and the coach. Ray starts the game against Creighten, a strong team boasting of a tricky and unscrupulous halfhack named Jemsen. Creighton scores early, but Thurston ties it at 7—7. Jensen threatens to ‘gel’ Ray afer Ray has stopped him several times. Near the end of the first balf Ray catches a pass and runs for a touchdown, but after he has crossed the goal line Jensen tackles him savagely, knocking him unconscious. BY W. BOYCE MORGAN. INSTALLMENT V N angry roar arose from the stands as they saw Jensen's act. For a moment it looked as though there might be a fight on the field, but the officials separated some of the players, and the Thurston team turned its attention to Ray. Coach Culbertson ran out from the sidelines, and Ray was re- vived. He recovered consciousness slowly, to gaze up into the anxious faces of his teammates. His head roared as though a saw mill were run- ning inside, and there was a sharp, stabbing pain in his chest. Dizzily he got to his feet and they began to walk him around. But he came out of it slowly and Coach Culbertson finally took him out of the line-up and sent Lundquist in. Capt. Bradley demanded that Jensen be put put of the game for repeated unnecessary rough- ness, but the referecc had been unable to see that the tackle was not a last desperate effort to keep Ray from crossing the line, and inflict- ed no penalty. Ray's touchdown put Thurston ahead, 13-7, and there the score remained, for the try for goal was wide. Sitting on the bench beside Coach Culbert- son, Ray saw the half end a moment later. Be- tween halves he followed the other players to to dressing room, but his head was swimming s0 that he heard nothing the coach said, and the pain in his chest was sharp and insistent. AB they came back on the field for the second half, Ray went to the bench with the other members of the squad. Suddenly he stop- ped and rubbed his eyes in amazement. Be- hind the bench, waiting for him with an anxious expression on her face, stood his mother! Ray’s heart sank. For the first time in her life she had come to see a game and had seen him hurt. And now he supposed she had rushed down to demand that he leave the field. Well, he wouldn't leave, no matter what she said! “Ray!” said his mother, rushing up to him, “how do you feel?” “I'm all right,” said Ray hastily. “You aren’t supposed to be down here, mother. You'd better go.” At that moment Coach Culbertson walked up, his face concerned. “How do you do, Mrs. Dunne,” he said courteously. “I promised you nothing would happen to Ray, didn’t I? I hope you aren’t angry.” “Well, I am angry,” replied Mrs. Dunne. “In fact, I'm mad clear through—at that big bully who jumped on Ray from behind. Aren’t you going to let Ray play again, Mr. Culbertson? I'd like to see Ray go in there and get even with him.” R. CULBERTSON hid a smile behind his hand, while Ray stared at his mother with open mouth, unable to believe his ears. “I'm afraid Ray won't go back unless we need him very badly,” said the coach. “He isn't feel- ing any too well after that bump.” A moment later, with a parting squeeze of her son’s hand, Mrs. Dunne turned and went back to her seat in the stands. Then Ray turned to Coach Culbertson. “Did you hear what she said?” he demanded. “Yes,” said the coach, with a grin. “And maybe I can explain it. Evidently your mother changed her mind after I told you you had lost your nerve. She was hopping mad when she came to see me that night and I told her frankly that I thought her fears had made you a coward. That made her feel very bad and she said she’d rather have her son hurt than have him lack courage. So I persuaded her to come to‘ the game with my wife, and you can see how she feels about things now. In an- other week she’ll be a full-fledged fan.” “Golly! That’s great,” said Ray in awe. But that was all he said, for his head still pounded and his chest hurt him. Out on the field Thurston fought desperately to hold its one touchdown advantage, but they could not entirely halt Creighton's power plays, and the visitors pushed over a score in the third quarter. They then kicked goal, to take the lead, 14-13. HORTLY after the final quarter started, Thurston got within scoring distance, but was held for three downs. Then Jim Bradley in desperation tried a drop-kick, and put the ball squarely over the bar. The stands went wild as Thurston gained the advantage, 16-14. But Coach Culberton had been watching Lundquist'’s work at left end with anxious eyes. As the end of the game approached Creighton was pushing the ball deeper and deeper into Thurston territory. The coach finally turned {o Ray. “Do you think you are good for a few minutes, boy?” he said. “If I keep Lundquist in there they’ll * score as sure as the world.” Ray was on his feet, eager. A moment later he had taken his place at left end. Fiercely he tried to forget the pain in his chest and the ache in his head, concentrating on the play. Creighton drove all the force of its powerful backfield off tackle on Ray's side of the line. He nailed the runner for a loss of a yard. Again they shot a play at him and he stopped the ball carrier in his tracks. A forward pass was grounded and a place-kick failed. Thurs- ton took the ball on its own 20-yard line. There were only a few seconds left. If Jim Bradley could get a good punt away the danger would be over. But Bradley was hurried and his kick was short and low. Ray, tearing down the field after the bali, saw Jensen get it in midfield. Running with desperate speed, the big back cut across the field. One Thurston man after another was taken out by clever interference as he sped down the sideline. But Ray had cut back and was running like the wind after him. As they passed the 20-yard mark he was only a few steps behind. At the 10-yard line he was & step closer. Then he launched himself at Jensen’s legs, caught him, dragged him down inches short of the goal line. A moment later the whistie blew and Thurs- ton still was ahead, 16-14. “That pain in your chest was only a cracked rib,” Ray's mother said to him after they had examined him a short time later. “A little ad- hesive tape will make you as good as new.” Ray grinned at her. They understood each other now! THE END. Come by Honestly Teacher (helping child unfasten coat): “Did your mother hook this coat for you?” Child: “No, ma'am. She bcught it.” - i 7 £ i;CRAFTS JOKES "PUZZLES any eold, stale riddles the is always eager and hope- some new ones. So send name. does the infant in arms pass is a doctor the meanest man on earth?—James Pearce. 3. What pilant is Miller. 4. What is the difference between a donkey and a postage stamp?—Tom Shipley. 5. If a short man marries a widow what will his friends call him?—Morris Rosenfield. ANSWERS. 1. Crib-bage. 2. Because he treats you and then makes you pay for it. 3. Cat-nip. 4. One you lick with a stick; the other you stick with lick. 5. A widow’s mite. Bladensburg Road Continued from Seventh Page Star. Last Sunday’s issu® finally moved me to express my appreciation and interest. “Being the fourth generation of Oysters in Washington since 1830 and son of the late Commissioner, I am truly a Washingtonian, and have followed your Listorical sketches with great interest. I remember father's many stories of early Washington, particularly the murder of Adler by Frank Ward in the marble saloon. The old butter and egg business was established upstairs for 60 years. Only recently we sold the building to the Government, as you well know. Last Sunday's article also recalled the tales father used to unfold of swimming and fishing in Shad Run, that wound its way near the site of the Mayfiower Hotel. The chord was really struck when you described the history of Force School, where I attended eight long years. I agree that the old school is probably the most famous public school in fatal to mice?—Susars America. To name its famous pupils would be _ near impossible. I can recall in my classroom besides those whom you have mentioned, Paul Ireland, son of Gen. Ireland; Theodore Dewey, grandnephew of Admiral Dewey; Ruth Wilson, daughter of Admiral Wilson (she is now Mrs. Patrick Hurley), and others too numerous to mention. I was also a member of Quentin Roosevelt’s ‘White House Gang,’ played base ball in the grounds while ‘T. R’ enjoyed a laugh, later taught Quentin aerial gunnery in .. the Air Service in France—I agree he was greatly beloved. “I hope you will pardon this presamption, but I wanted you to know that your work and interesting writing are greatly enjoyed and appreciated by NORMAN W. OYSTER.” Sun Hard to Study EVEN with the best modern instruments, the study of the sun is difficult. This source of all our heat and light is much too dazzling for our human eyes. But with the help of the spectroscope we have been able { to dilute its brightness and to see through the glaring, flaming heat, as well as to discover and analyze its parts. We still know little of the inner core of the sun. But sheathing it is a dazzling white-hot layer of gases called the photosphere. When we look straight at the sun it is the brilliant photosphere which is so blinding white to us. Above this layer of gas is another, somewhat cooler, but still very hot and brilliantly glow- ing, called the reversing layer. This layer is from 500 to 1,000 miles thick. Outside of it is still another thicker layer, called the chromosphere, from which great fiery tongues leap outward. This outer layer is from 5,000 to 10,000 miles thick and when viewed through the spectroscope, the fiery gaces stretch out- ward as much as 500,000 mii~= from the sun’s surface. Looking as we do, from 93,000,000 miles off, the flaming tongues do not seem so very high, though they are plainly visible. Even their movement is visible—which means that they must be shooting up at a terrific speed, as you will realize if you have noticed that a ship at sea hardly seems to be moving, when it is seen at a distance of only a few miles, though the vessel may actually be going at a very good speed. But remember we are watching those fiery tongues at a distance of 93,000,000 miles, It has been calculated that some of these columns of flaming hot gas are sent outward at a rate of 60,000 miles an hour—1,000 times as fast as the speed of a fast automobile. Judging from the force with which these mighty fiery columns are thrown out from the body of the sun, we know that there must be an incredible energy within, which can tear great fiery rags of gas outward into space. What that energy is, and how or why it has lasted for so many years, we do not yet know, But judging from its unabated fury, it will probably last many more millions of years. There once was a girl in Fort Wayne ‘Whose face was s0 terribly playne, ‘That if a mirror ‘Was anywhere nirror, The glass would explode irom the strayne. -