Evening Star Newspaper, January 31, 1932, Page 92

— —*‘. L STORIES SPORTS j GAMES PUZZLES e You all recognize this little animal, don't you? There are some good words in his hard shell, too. MR. TURTLE. The definitions are: HORIZONTAL. . A play on words. . Railway station. . Part of verb “to be.” . Perlod of history. . Amphibious reptiles having strong shells, . Edge of a garment. . To make barely suficient . To equip with weapons. . Supports, carries on. . Plaything. . Musical note. . Neuter pronoun. . A stone worker. (used with VERTICAL. . Liquid food. . Member of the nobility. . Christmas. . Part of the ear. . Large woody plant. . Devoured. . Request. 10. Turtle. 11. To sing with closed lips. 13. Printer's measure. 14, Insect. 15. Month of the year. 17. To be 1l 18. Negative. 21. Part of “to be.” 22, Within. —— Each of the words below begins with the same three letters as “Turtle.” Can you fill the blanks and form the words? 1. TURB— — E—T 2. TUOR——T 3. TUR — — N — 4 TUOR—S —1I— — —_—3— And now for a word diamond. The second line is to buzz, the third issemployed, the fifth is cantaloup, and the sixth is an animal’s home. Complete the diamond T U R TURTLES L E S | THREE KINDS OF SEA FOOD Convinced Humperdinck: “Who convinced you that you eculdn’t learn to play the saxophone?” Picklesimmer: “The installment collector.” THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, *D. C, JANUARY 31, 1932. 64e BOYS and GIRLS PAGE Barrie Moreland’s Comeback In Which Basket Ball Helps a Boy Help His Father i His fist crashed full into the big boy's chin. BY W. BOYCE MORGAN. Barrie Moreland gets a letter from his father. who ractically owns the town of Larksburg, saying that e must leave school immediately. Mr. Moreland's business enterprises have got into difficulties and he has lost all his money. Barrie knows little about the town of Larksburg. for he has spent most of his time at Bellaire Academy. associating with rich boys from all parts of the country. The prospect of going to high school in Larksburg it far from leasant, but he courageously resigns from the ellaire basket ball team, says good-by to his friends, and starts for home. On the way he gets to feeling somewhat bitter toward this misfortune, but when he reaches Larksburg and sees his father's wogried wbut indomitable face. he tells him that they'll see things through together. INSTALLMENT IL ARRIE and his father talked far into the night, in the modest little house on Maple street that was now their home. Finally, just before they went to bed, Mr. Moreland laid his hand on his son’s arm. “I know it's going to be hard for you, Bar- rie,” he said. “You are liable to hear some nasty things said about me. Ignore them. Just remember that, while I may not have been as wise as I should have been, I've been absolutely honest, and nobody in Larksburg has lost a dime through confidence in me. It's taken every cent I had, but they are all paid off. So you don't need to hang your head for any- body. We're down now, but we won't stay down forever!” “You bet we won’t, Dad!” cried Barrie. For a long time he lay in his bed without sleeping. Uppermost in his mind was an in- tense admiration for his father, mixed with pity because this trouble had come to him. But underneath, Barrie had misgivings about the future. It was going to be hard, awfully hard. He could guess the way the town regarded him —as a rich man's son who had always been “too good” for Larkshurg. Of course they would resent that. They would be glad to see him humbled. They would rub it in. Well, he'd stand it some way. And he'd help his father in every way possible to make his new little store & success. 11 THAT'S Barrie Moreland. I guess he's come down a peg or two. He always thought he was too good for this town, but he'd better not put on any airs now. Not after what hap- pened to his father.” The high school buzzed on that first morning The Perfumed Dog Continued from Eighth Page approached, came into the paddock and asked me about the condition of the pup. I truth- fully said he could not be in a better condi- tion. He said that was fine, as he had placed a tidy sum on the canine. At 10 o’clock I got one of the boys to wfich over Lightning Flash so that no crazy punk could come up and annoy or hurt him, and I then hastened to the side entrance to the grandstand where I had promised to meet Lilltan. She was there, all right, and with her was a very beautiful young woman whom I at once realized must be none other than Miss Fifi Marcelle, the famous movie queen herself When I came up to them Lillian said, “Hello, Eddie. Miss Marcelle, this gentleman is Eddie Botts, the famous greyhound expert. Eddie, meet Miss Marcelle.” I politely said, “It is a pleasure and an honor to meet Miss Fifi Marcelle, the well known actress of the silver screen.” And I bowed. ISS MARCELLE then sincerely said, “I assure you it is also a pleasure and an honor to meet a real dog trainer, Mr. Botts. I just want to say I suddenly have the desire to place a little wager—say, $10 or so—on this creature of yours called Lightning something- or-other. “Lillian tells me he is reasonably sure to win, but I must admit I am selfish enough to want that supposition guaranteed. I wonder, then, will you take this little bottle of good luck perfume and satisfy tlagg whim of a super- stitious woman by spraying a few drops on his head just before the race?” She then wistfully handed me a little bottle, the same bottle that Lillian had had the night before, and, while Lillian looked appealingly at me, I politely said, “Well, Miss Marcelle, this is a bit unusual, but I will do it for your sake.” While no one was looking I took out the vial and emptied a few drops of its sweet and watery contents on the forehead of Lightning Flash, the overwhelming favorite in the great Derby, and then the first bugle call sounded. HE great throng watched tensely as the race began. The dogs ceased baying and, packed together like sardines, settled down to the grueling grind. Then the crowd cheered lustily as the canine with the colors of the Bob Chauncey Kennels spurted from the bunch and took the lead, holding it clear to the stretch. Then as Lightning Flash came into the home stretch a very strange thing happened. He suddenly slowed down, and one of his forefeet went swiftly to his head as though to scratch it or to knock away some bothersome flies. Following this, he stopped altogether, put his head down on the ground and quickly rubbed his two forepaws over it. He was there when the tape line was broken by Pinkie Lad, and was still there a few min- utes later when the judges presented the silver cup and the winning purse to his gleeful owner. In fact, I had to go out and get him. I may say at this point it was quite a sad task, and I got the Bronx cheer while I was doing it. Y the time I got him back to the paddock, however, the dog seemed quite normal again. Mr. Bob was waiting for me” and hopping around as sore as a boil. Just at that moment Mr. McDougal, the snuff manufacturer from Illinois, came shoving his way into the paddock and walked up to us He said: “Well, my offer of $5 for the dog still stands. He will make a nice playmate for my little boy Clarence, aged 8. What do you Mr. Bob looked up and bitterly said: “Take him, mister. He will make a fine playmate for your little boy Clarence, aged 8. He can teach him how to stand on his head.” The next morning I went to Lillian’s hotel and asked at the desk for her. The clerk saldt “Miss Smith checked out late last night.” I was surprised. I politely said: “Well, then, please call Miss Marcelle.” HE clerk said: “Sorry, but there is no Miss Marcelle registered here. Perhaps you confuse her with Mrs. Chuck Connors, the recent bride of Mr. Chuck Connors, the well known sportsman and man-about-town. “I understand Mr. Connors and Miss Smith's gentleman friend made a killing last night on the Floral Park Derby, and the four of them have gone to Cuba to celebrate.” Feeling like a man in a bad dream, I sat down in a chair. After some minutes I man= aged to get up and go out. I hocked my new watch for $10, and following this I went {o & chemist and gave him half of the money to examine the good luck perfume. He told me it was composed of equal parts of oil of cloves and carbolic acid. He said it made a very itching solution, capable of creat- ing excitement on even the toughest epidermis. JCRAFTS JOKE s PUZZLES of Barrie’s attendance. The words quoted and others like them were heard on all sides. Every one was watching the new boy, half curie ously, half hostilely. Barrie started his first day by having a talk with Prof. Baker, the principal. He told him just what work he had taken at Bellaire, and discovered he would have to enter the junior class, although he was really further advanced than most of its members. What an ordeal that first day was! Barrie was unfamiliar with the work, and with the routine of a high school. He sat silent through all his classes, missing the easy comradeship of the academy, looking everywhere for one fa= miliar or friendly face. He saw several boys and girls that he knew by sight, but they made not attempt to be cordial to him. HEN classes were over, Barrie had to stop in the office to arrange about getting his books, and so he was late in leaving the building. As he approached the front door, he had to pass a group of fellows loitering there. As he reached them, a big boy with & heavy shock of brown hair accosted him. “Hello, Moreland,” he said. ‘“How does it feel to be just one of the common people?” Barrie paused. “Why—it feels all right,” he replied trying to smile. The other boys laughgg; “Yeah, I'll bet!” he taunted. “Well, it's bad your old man didn’'t get away with it.” The color slowly drained from Barrie's face. He took a step forward and faced the other boy, who towered half a head above him. “Just what do you mean by that?” he de- manded, his voice as cold as ice, but trembling aljg)‘ly in spite of his effort to control it. The other boy, who had been leaning against the wall, straightened up, while his companions seemed to grow tense and expectant. “You know what I mean, well enough,” said the big boy, his voice ugly. ‘“Your father thought he was smart enough to fool this whole town, but he couldn't get away with it.” “You're a liar!” Barrie's voice was like & knife. With one motion he dropped the books he was carrying, and swung His fist, with all the force of his cold fury behind it, crashed full into the big boy’s chin. He staggered back against the wall and then, with a cry of rage sprang forward UT he didn't have a chance. The boxing instructor at Bellaire had been competent, and Barrie had been an apt pupil for three years. That first blow was followed at once by two more, well placed and launched witn Barrie’s full power. The big boy took them both before he could even swing his own fists, and gently crumpled to the floor. Barrie turned and picked up his books. Then he faced the group of fellows. “Get this,” he said sharply. , “I don't care what you birds think of me, but leave my fa= ther out of it.” The big boy slowly struggled to his feet. As Barrie opened the door he lunged toward him, but the other bovs held him back. “I'll get you, Moreland!” shouted the big boy. “TI'll get you for this!” Barrie _closed the door behind him and slowly walked down the steps. Now that the crisis was past, he was weak from the force of his emotion “The hound he said to himself, through lips that trembled. Then he smiled wryly. “I suppose I've made the worst possible start now, but I couldn't take that crack about Dad. Rather a dirty trick for me to hit him before he had a chance to defend himself, but he had it coming. And he's a big brute. I suppose IT have to fight him again some time, and it won't be pleasant. ARRIE had just turned the corner when he heard a sh nd him. “Moreland! Oh, Moreland!” Barrie turned A rather short, slim boy ailed to hide the color of his red fter him, holding something ited. he caught up. your foun pen?” asked the red- haired boy. “I think you dropped it back there.” “Why, yes, it is,” said Barrie gratefully, take ing the pen. “Thanks a lot. I—I don’t believe I know you.” “Carmody is the reasons that aren’ boy with a 1 Goliath a mean | Barrie's face d d. peated. “Who is “Who is he?’ red-headed boy chuckled gleefully. “W! you know you have just laid low Goliath Thompson, boss of Larks- burg High School, captain of the basket ball team and general hero of the institution?” (To Be Continued Next Sunday.) name—Red Carmody, for any secret,” said the other y, vou certainly handed f haymakers.” “Goliath?” he re- ANSWERS. 1. Cross Word Puzzle Solution. bine and turnstile, , melon, den, 8. 2. Turbulent, turret, t 3. T, hum, hired, turtl 4. Oysters, musseis and