Evening Star Newspaper, June 25, 1933, Page 76

A We go to the Middle West for this week’s Btate, and it's a wonderful place to spend a Sumamer vacation, especially if you like woods and lakes. THE BADGER STATE. B EK HE CENRCE LS The definitions are: HORIZONTAL, . Part of the leg. . Capital of this State, . Expire. . Printer’s measure. . City of this State. . Senior (Abbr.). . Unusual. . Part of verb “‘to be.” . You. . Wily animal. . Toward. . Boy's nickname. . Throw. VERTICAL. Article of furniture, . Mathematical symbol. . Physician (Abbr.). . Kind of snowshoe. 7. In want. 11. Boat. 13. Negative. 16. Name applied to region of this State. 14. Subject to argument. 21. 8o, i —2— A Wisconsin city forms the center of a word dlamond. The second line is a place to rest, the third is extra compensation, the fifth is dirty and the sixth is timid. Form the dia- mond. | & E N KENOSHA S H A = iyt In the sentence bclow the missing words are spelled differently but pronounced alike, What e they? : Two acres of ...........0 3 land were ....... veves tO : each brother. Take a four-letter word for wan, add T, re- Rrange the letters and form a dish, Take a four-letter word for a flower, add T, searrange the letters and form a supply. Time's Chan getl L Grandfather was telling about his war ex- periences. “Yes, sir,” he declared, “it seems only yesterday that my head was grazed by a bullet in the battle of Chickamauga.” Grandson looked at him thoughtfully before he sald: “Not much grazing there now, s w—— YS and GIRLS PAGE Sunfish to Swordfish The Adventure of Two Boys With a Nine-Foot Marlin “Let him have it,” he yelled. BY JAMES B. CRANE. SYNOPSIS. Eddie and Steve Bartlett, two boys who live on a farm, love to fish and long to go away some time on a real fishing trip after big fish. One day while they are fishing in a mountain stream near their home+ they encounter a man angling for trout. They have never seen fine tackle and equipment, so they ask if they may watch him, and he gladly agrees. He has had no luck, he says. and hinis that the two red-heads may change his fortune. As- soon as they begin watching him he catches a big trout. Convinced that the boys brought him luck he goes to their parents and asks if he can take the two red-heads on a_deep-sea fishing trip. man proves to be Mr. Joseph Evans, million- atre sportsman. After ascertaining that he is re- liabie, Mr._and Mrs. Bartlett asree. The boys leave with Mr. Evans in his roadster. headed for Florida u‘) fish for marlin swordfish. story. Now go on with the INSTALLMENT III DDIE and Steve lay on their stomachs on the prow of Mr, Evans’ big fishing boat. In front of them the green ocean stretched as far as they could see. It was early morning of their first day out, and they were on their way to the fishing ground. Mr. Evans walked up and sat down between them. “Just about five more miles, boys, and we’ll be out,” he said. “It's right out here that they catch’ three or four big boys every year. Marlin are big fish. Zane Grey, the writer, caught the biggest one ever landed with fishing tackle. It was 14 feet long and weighed 1,040 pounds. It took him seven hours to land it. The fish had been attacked by sharks, and they'd torn away a good part of its tail. Grey figured that otherwise it would have weighed close to 1,300 pounds. He caught it in the Southern Pacific, near the island of Tahiti.” He paused. “I don’t imagine there are any out here quite that big—but they’re plenty big enough.” Eddie looked up at him, incredulous. “A thousand pounds! That’s as big as a whale, isn't it?” Mr. Evans laughed. “Not quite, but it looks about that big when you're close to it, I guess.” He turned and called to the pilot. “How about it, Skipper? Pretty near there?” The man at the helm nodded. Mr. Evans went into the cabin and came out with his tackle. He slipped a thick line from a large reel through leaders on the heavy rod. Then he took from a case a bait made of colored horse hairs. It was nearly two feet long. He showed the boys the big hook in the center of the hairs, about half as large as a horse shoe. He fastened it on a small steel chain about five feet long, and fastened the chain to the end of the line. “We use the chain so the fish can't cut it. If we used line or gut, he could cut right through it with his teeth qQr sword,” Mr. Evans ex- plained. “Are Eddie and I going to fish any?” asked Steve. “No—not now,” Mr. Evans said. “If we don’t have any luck out here, we'll go in a little and you boys can catch some smaller fish—these babies would be too big for you.” Steve didn't say anything, .but Eddie laughed. “You're too ambitious, Steve,” he said. *“You want to jump from sunfish to swordfish.” “I bet I could catch one, though,” Steve murmured to himself. “You can put your line over now, if you want, Mr. Evans,” the pilot called. They went to the rear of the boat, and Mr. Evans dropped the horse-hair bait over the side. He held it a minute, and the boys could see how it looked alive and wiggling with the water passing over the hairs. Then he let it slip out behind the boat, which was going about seven or eight miles an hour. The big reel hummed softly as the bait slipped farther and farther behind. Then, when it was about 200 yards out, Mr. Evans snapped on the reel drag, and the line tightened. The rod bent slightly. “Feel this, Steve. Feel the pull of the bait alone,” Mr. Evans lecaned over and handed him the rod. Steve took it, and he had to lean back and brace to hold it. “Golly day!” he cried. “I don't think I could hold any marlin! This feels like about 10.000 sunfish as it is!” Eddie laughed at Steve's amazement. “Let me try it,” he said. Mr. Evans took the rod “I can’t hold him.” and handed it to Eddie. “Whew!” he whistled. “Some pull.” Mr. Evans took the rod back. “All right, boys,” he said, “get your red heads working now and let’s see if we can't snag into the father of that one Zane Grey caught!” All the morning and half the afternoon they : trolled without a strike. Mr. Evans changed bait several times, trying different colored horse hairs, and for a while trying a feather bait. Finally Mr. Evans turned toward the boys. “Well, is this the best you can do?” he asked jokingly. “Your red heads aren't working as well here as they did back home. Remember what I sald about using you for bait? Well, i—" Suddenly the pilot's voice interrupted. “Watch it!” he yelled. “There's one following!” Mr. Evans turned quickly and the boys strained their eyes. “I see it! T see it!” Eddie cried suddenly. “Me, too!” yelled Steve. Far behind the boat they could see a dark swirl in the water. Something was following the bait, sure enough Mr. Evans was tense, holding the rod tightly. For a few minutes the dark body followed, then suddenly it dis- appeared. “Gone!” cried Eddie, misery in his voice. Before the word was fairly out of his mouth there was a swirl of foam and far behind the boat a magnificent dark blue fish rose from the water, glistening in the sun and shaking madly. ‘Then it splashed back and the heavy rod bent and shook. The reel screamed as the big fish tore away. Mr. Evans’ thumb guard burned against the spinning reel, but the line screamed out faster than ever. Steve and Eddie watched breathlessly, look- ing wide-eyed from Mr. Evans to the water, then back again. The pilot had shut off the engine and was standing beside Mr. Evans. Suddenly the fish changed its tactics. The line slowed and went slack, and the rod straightened. “Quick—Ilet the boat down!” yelled Mr, Ev- ans. “We may need the harpoon!” The pilot rushed to the side of the boat and released the ropes on a little lifeboat. It splashed down in the water and the skipper held the harpoon ready in his hand, its rope trailing over the side and down to the little boat. Mr. Evans was reeling furiously, but the line was still slack. “He’s coming toward the boat!” he yelled. “Watch it!” Suddenly there was a rush and roar of water beside them and the monstrous fish flashed in the air almost beside the boat. The boys’ eyes bulged at the size of it. The rod was shaking and jerking in Mr, Evans’ hands. “Let him have it,” he yelled. “I can’t hold him!” As the fish fell back to the water the skipper let the harpoon go. It flashed silver in the sun and sank deep into the fish’s side. The water churned red a minute, then the rope attached to the harpoon streaked out. Suddenly Eddie gave a startled cry and fell backward. The pilot yelled. “Look out, kid! Watch the rope!” But it was too late; the harpoon rope had caught around Eddie’s ankle, As he fell he grabbed Steve’s arm, and Steve grabbed Mr. Evans’ rod. Then Eddie tripped backwards over the side, pulling Steve and the rod with him. They crashed down into the little rowboat. (To be continued next week.) Ex/) lainin T4 A strange woman entering the church had gone to the wrong pew. The nervous young usher came up to her: “Mardon me, padom, but you are occupying the wrong pie. Allow me to sew you to another sheet.” The Right Place “Is this & second-hand store?” “yes.t “Well, I.want one for my,wateh,” . SCRAFTS JOKE " TPUZZLES. RIDDLES The Riddle Man comes to bat this week with ve good questions, which he thinks will give you plenty of trouble. They were contributed by some of our loyal fans. 1. On the hill there is a school, in this school there is a desk, behind the desk there is a bell. What is the teacher’s name—Eva Thomas. 2. Why is a hen like a bookkeeper?—Margaret Peelle. 3. What kind of a ship has two mates but no captain?—Peggy Lahmann. 4. What did Queen Elizabeth take her pills in?—Irma Louise Schneider. 5. Why do you go to bed?—Peggy Lahmann. ANSWERS TO RIDDLES. 1. Jsabel. 2. Because it has to scratch for a living. 3. Courtship. 4. In cider (inside her). 5. Because the bed won't come to you. Caring for Your Pets ATCH out! Be careful! No, this doesn’t mean to keep off thin ice or beware of fire or rattlesnakes or tippy canoes. Nothing like that. It is a warning addressed to boys and girls who are going to buy puppies or any other kind of pets. If your folks will do the purchasing, tell them to be careful—very careful. There are many dishonest pet dealers in this country, of course, not so0 many of them as of the square-shooters, but enough to cheat a great many people every year. Just because a man has a big sign and a lot of dogs doesn't mean his dogs are good ones. Raymond Emery, a friend of mine, has always wanted a St. Bernard dog. He saw a pup of that breed in one of these roadside “dog ‘A Big Sign Doesn’t Necessarily Meoan Good Dogs. maris” where there are a lot of cages and a lot of dogs of all sorts of breeds. Raymond bought this St. Bernard puppy asnd took him home. The dog didn't look just right, but the salesman said he would probably be lone- some for the other dogs for a few weeks. Within three days this pup fell sick with distemper and died. There was every sign that the disease had started while the pup was still in the “dog mart” cages. But the man there wouldn’t do anything toward adjustment. He had sold the puppy, he had Raymond’s money, and the deal was closed. There are dog dealers, and breeders, tco, who will sell mongrel pups as pure breds and the buyer can't tell the difference until the animal grows up. Of course, you can fell a little Boston terrier from a baby collie, and so forth, but you can't be sure your pup is really good unless you deal with a reliable breeder or dealer. £ See if the kennel or pet store advertises in your newspaper or in one of the better maga- zines. That is pretty good assurance the stock is good and the man is honest. Usually the crooks in the pet business don’t advertise their goods in the best papers and magazines. So, be careful. If you want your momey's worth, buy from an established firm, ANSWERS TO PUZZLES, 1. Cross-word puzzle solution; 3. The diamond is K, bed, nonus, Kenosha, dusty, shy and A. 3. Seeded, ceded. 4. Milwaukee, Appleton and La Orosse, 8. Pale, add T, form plate. Rose, add T, form store. PO