Evening Star Newspaper, April 28, 1935, Page 65

Sto‘ries—Sports— Games I Puzzles l S ET'S see what we can do with a picture anagram to start off this week's puzzle party. A lot of you puzzlers are thinking about base ball these days, so we'll give you some base ball word chains. Change only one letter at a time, always forming a genuine word. Change HOLD to BASE in four moves. Change POP to FLY in five moves. e Here are a number of words that begin with the letters s-a-t. Can you guess them? 1. The sat that is soaking wet. . The sat in an evening gown. . The sat taken on a trip. . The sat with a ring around it. 5. The sat that is contented. . The sat this is sarcastic. . The sat that ends the week. . The sat that is a follower. — Behead an animal and get what makes a boat go. Behead fired and get what the gun is after it is fired. —— CROSS WORD PUZZLE. The definitions are: HORIZONTAL. . Talk informally. . Greet. . Hotel, inn. . Real estate: abbr. . Skin of a tree. . Awake, . Father. . Truck for moving. Atmosphere. So. . Roam. . Game played on horses. . New England State: abbr. . Light sweater. . A very small weight. . Magnifying glass. VERTICAL. . Band of desert travelers. N . Near. . Prohibited by tribal custom. . In this place. . Noah'’s ship. . Within. . Servants, slaves. . Periods of history. . Weds. . Upon. . Boat dock. . Advertisement. . Bmall crawling creature, . Christmas. . Common vegetable. . Junior: abbr. . You. ANSWERS. 1. Rat, cart, chart, starch. 2. HOLD—bold—bald—bale—BASE. POP—s0p—sap—say—sly—FLY. 8. Saturated, satin, satchel, Saturn, @atisfied, satirg, Saturday and satellite. 4. B-oar. S-hot. &. Cross word puzzle solution. [CIEAITIHIA[T L) (TIAVIEIRIN] IR [DIO[LIOMRRIT S ERISE VIE] DIRIAINILEINIS] e Riblical Costume. Little Mary came running to her grandmother holding a dry, pressed Jeaf which was evidently a relic of days long ago. “I found it in the big Bible, Grandma,” she cried excitedly. “Do you suppose it belonged to Eve?” I Riddles I Tfll riddle man has been getting I+ an unusually large number of rid- dles from you fans recently. For this reason, you must not be surprised if 1t takes him a long time to get to your contribution. You can be sure that if your riddle is good and not too old, it will be printed eventually. 1. Why is an artist stronger than a horse?—Chester Bunnell. 2. Why is a balky horse called a plug?—Ella Ray Weese and Mary Lena Hall. 3. Why is an empty purse always the same?—Mary Bell. 4. When is a man in debt over head and ears?—Helen B. Crowther. 5. When is butter like Irish chil- dren?—James Reynolds. ANSWERS. use he can draw the White ve wig 15 made into THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C, APRIL 28, 1935—PART FOUR. The BOYS and GIRLS PAGE Emily and the Haunted House Another Adventure of Ronnie and Hicky BY W. BOYCE MORGAN. George Hickman, first baseman and star hitter on the Hamilton High _bi team, has a quarrel with He' tells her of a haunted house an farm. which leads to a discussion of ghosts se. Hicky thinks girls aren't as brave as ‘boys. but Emily disagrees violentl Hicky s so upset over the quarrel he performs _terribly nr the and is largely responsible for 'h up the quarrel hen Emily main- ave as any boy. e could prove it few hours in the he had told her INSTALLMENT IIL MILY looked at Ronnie for & long moment, while the anger slowly drained from her face. “You mean,” she said finally, “for me to spend the night out in that lonely house, where a man was murdered?” BANNISTER HAD EM!LY jumped to her feet. “I'l do it, Ronnie Duncan!"” she cried. Tl go out to that haunted house alone and stay there as long as you say. T'll show you and George Hick- man whether or not I'm a coward.” “Good girl!” exclaimed Ronnie. ‘That will prove to Hicky that he was wrong and he’ll admit it readily be | enough. When will you go?” “Any time. Tonight if you say the word!” Emily was standing very straight, but her face was rather pale. “Not tonight,” sald Ronnie. “I've got to see Hicky and tell him what you're doing. It would all be sense- less if he didn’t understand. How about Monday night?"” “All right, but Hicky's not to have any part in it!" said Emily. “T'll have nothing to do with him until he admits he was wrong.” “Remember, Emily,” Herb put in,| “if you fail in this test, it will be up to you to apologize to Hicky.” — ————— THEY CLIMBED THE ROTTING STAIRS. FROM WHICH HALF THE FALLEN AWAY. “Oh, not the whole night,” said Ronnie. “Only an hour or so. Just long enough to prove your statement that you are as brave as any boy.” Emily swallowed hard. “Would you | do it?" she challenged. | “Well, I don't know,” Ronnie | grinned. “I wouldn't be crazy about | the idea. Personally, I don't care for haunted houses! But Hicky would | | do it. He wouldn't be afraid. And | if you are as brave as any boy, you | must be as brave as Hicky.” Emily looked at her brother. grinned at her tantalizingly. He | challenged. “Ronnie is calling your bluff. You'll either have to put up or shut up!” J “Well, there you are, Emily,” hel- “I won't fail” said Emily stoutly. But Ronnie saw that her hands weren't quite steady. FOR a few minutes they discussed plans. The Mills garage was on the rear of the lot, a good distance from the house. Herb and Emily were sure they could get out and get the car without disturbing any one. They would then meet Ronnie and drive | out to the haunted house. Herb and Ronnie would leave Emily there for at least an hour. They would not be | far away in case she was too badly frightened to stay. Then Ronnie left, smiling to him- self. He didn’t know how this was going to come out, but it cught to High Lights of History— U HE YEAR WAS 48 B.C CLEOPATRA THE YOUNG QUEEN OF EGYPT,WITH AN ARMY RAISED IN SYRIA, LAY AT PELUSIUM WAITING FOR A CHANCE TO settle the problem of Hicky, one way or the other, Either he or Emily would be proved right and the other would be wrong. The quarrel would be patched up—and that was all Ron- nie cared about. At school on Monday morning Ronnie told Hicky all about Emily's determination to prove her courage. Hicky listened intently, a disapprov- ing expression on his face. “It doesn't sound so good to me, Ronnie,” he said shortly. “Girls have no business in haunted houses.” “Rats!” scoffed Ronnie. “That house isn’t any more haunted than you are.” “I suppose not,” said Hicky doubt- fully. “But the; something funny about it. It's & broken down old farm house that sits back from the road about 5 miles beyond Jenkins' filling station. One Winter night about 20 years ago the old man who lived there alone was murdered. They never found out who did it. There had been a terrible struggle upstairs and he had Been thrown down over the bannister. He was found in the hall below, and part of the bannister was torn away. “QINCE then a dozen families have tried to live in the place. They have all left'after a few weeks. They say that at night they hear the sounds of a struggle, & cry and the crash of a body falling over the ban- nister.” “You don’t believe that stuff?” said Ronnie tauntingly. “No,” said Hicky slowly. “But it's queer just the same. Emily will never have the nerve to stay out there after the stories I told her.” “I doubt it myself,” Ronnie ad- mitted. “But if she doesn't you win. 1f she does you lose and it’s up to you to eat crow.” “She won't stay,” said Hicky sol- emnly. Ronnie watched base ball practice that afternoon and if he had still had any doubt as to the need for drastic measures to put Hicky back on his game, the big first baseman's per- formance that afternoon would have removed it. Hicky, to put it mildly, was awful. Coach Williams finally benched him and put Ben Michaelson on first. It was after 11 o'clock that night when Ronnie, walking quickly down the street toward the Mills home, met Herb and Emily. Their parents had gone to be. early, as had Ronnie's, and every one had got out of the house without difficulty. Ronnie climbed into the back seat of the Mills car, as Emily was sitting Ronnie detailed directions for reach- | ing the haunted house, and the car *was 3000 humming out the road. They passed Jenkins’ filling station, and a few minutes later Ronnie began to watch carefully for the lonely lane that led to the haunted house. “There it is!” he cried at last. Herb swung the car into a rutted, grass-grown road. Bushes grew heavily on either side. Soon, looming up ahead of them, they saw the house. JT WAS a weather-beaten, desolate | two-story structure. As the head- | lights fell upon it they could see its broken windows, its shutters hanging | drunkenly, its sagging roof. A little shiver ran through Emily, and Ron- nie saw that her hands were clenched tightly. N\ Both of the boys had brought flash- lights, They hopped from the car, Cleopatra—Part in front with Herb. Hicky had given | Real Fun BY RAY J. MARRAN. Golf Club Base Ball. To PLAY this entertaining game you need a diamond as for base | ball, & wooden golf club for a bat, a | tennis ball, a 4-inch tee, round card- | Net made $rorn tWo = at Home He hits the ball with the golf club, try- ing to drive the ball directly over the net. The fielders try to catch the fly. If they do, the batter is out. If they do not, the batter runs bases the same as in regular base ball. If the batter fails to hit the ball in foot poles @ and kite string board tube, or small tin can, and a| net made from two 5-foot poles and | kite string. Lay out the diamond, indicating | home, first, second and third bases| with some kind of mark. Erect the | net 15 feet in front of home plate by driving the two stakes in the ground, spacing them 6 feet apart, then threading kite string criss-cross and around each pole to form a netlike obstacle. To play, celect players for each team. The fielders take their places First batter places the tee on home | plate with the tennis ball on top of it. and with Tmily clutching her brother's arm, they advanced slowly to the porch. Its boards were rotten | and the steps were gone. The front | door was open and they entered, | throwing the beams of their flash- lights into the eerie darkness. “We'd better look arounda first to| be sure everything is O. K." said Ronnie in a subdued voice. He wax‘ beginning to wonder if this were such & good plan after all. From desolate room to desolate room they marched. They climbed the rotting stairs, from which half | the bannister had fallen away. Then, after inspecting the dusty, cobweb- covered second floor Ronnie turned to Emily. “Well, how about it?” he said softly. | “Are you game?" | Emily’s lips were pale and her eyes | were wide. She gazed at Ronnie and | moistened her lips. “I'm game,” she said, trying des- perately to keep her voice from trembling. (To Be Continued Next Sunday.) I AFTeQ IS DEFEAT AT THE FAMOUS BATTLE OF PHARSALIA ,POMPEY FLED To EGYPT WHERE PTOLEMY,SEEKING TO CuRRY FAVOR WITH THE VICTOR- the air over the net. and instead the ball goes to either side, or under the net, that stroke is counted as a strike. Three strikes are out and three outs form an inning. Batter running bases can be put out by tagging with the ball if off base when tagged. Telegrams Tell HIS is a game for those in the family who like brain-teasers. The idea is to write a 12-word tele- gram containing a concealed tip. The initial letters of the words used must spell out a sentence, phrase, or warn- ing which bears on the message and tips off the receiver to some informa- tion the sender wants him to have, yet hesitates to tell in the actual message. For example, suppose & man re- ceives the following telegram from his best friend: “Intensely anxious moment. Killed Ida's dog. Near a park entry. Dick.” The receiver snaps into action, for by reading the initial letters of the telegram he’ gets the secret informa- | tion, “I am kidnaped”—and possibly | a clue as to where the deed was done, | W ’ y | Writing these cryptic telegrams is by no means easy, but grown-ups enjoy “braining out” & winner. Tele- grams are read aloud and judges pick the cleverest. Mary’s Depression. Rae—Mary says her face is her fortune. Mae—Well, I'm sick of hearing hard luck stories. —By J. Carroll Mansfield Crafts—Jokes— Puzzles Kitchen Treasures BY BESSIE E. EARLE. “J AWSY me!” explained Dinah. “You look like the beginning and the ending of a rainbow.” Betty looked up from the kitchen floor, where she sat, surrounded by’ rolls of colored crepe paper, | “I'm a factory, not a rainbow,” | laughed Betty, as she curled pink rose petals. “For goodness sakes, what are you making?” “May baskets. Tomorrow is May | day. I'm going to fill these paper baskets with candy. Late tomorrow afternoon I'll hang them on the door | knobs of the houses where my friends | live. It's an old-time custom,” said Betty, as she pasted red petals on a tulip basket. “There used to be a Maypole in the | attic. I'm beginning to remember | now.” “We are going to have one at school,” answered Betty. “Will you dance around it?” “No, I'm the May queen.” “Queen of the May! nice.” | “Will you please tell me how to | make some colored candies?” Betty asked, trying to shift the conversation from herself, | “Deed I will, honey,” promised Dinah, as she watched Betty paste green leaves around the bottom of a | yellow buttercup basket. How very Creamed Walnuts. White of one egg. 12 tablesppon cold water. 13 teaspoon vanilla. 1 pound confectioners’ sugar. English walnut halves, Beat egg white, water, and vanilla | until stiff, add sugar gradually until the mixture is very stiff. Pinch off small pieces and roll into balls, place jon bread board which has been | sprinkled with confectioners’ sugar. | | With palm of hand flatten balls. | Place one-half nut meat on opposite sides. Dust with sugar if they be- come sticky. How to Cobor. Divide sugar mixture into as many | parts as you have colors, add drop or | | two of coloring matter into each por- | | tion, Mix thoroughly. Ele;ilants | NE of the many mysteries which still baffle scentists is the question | of why the mastodon, American an- cestor of the elephant, suddenly disap- peared from the American Continent. | Mastodons, creatures about the size | of Indian eleppants, were plentiful in | this country about 10,000 years ago. | The skeleton of one of these huge, | long-tusked fellows was dug up in | Manhattan not many years ago, when workmen were excavating to build an apartment house. Many other skele- tons have been found in Eastern and 10US CAESAR, CAUSED THE FUGITIVE STRIKE TOREGAIN HER THRONE, FROM WHICH SHE HAD BEEN DRIVEN BY HER BROTHER, KING PTOLEMY, AND HIS MINISTERS . TO BE FOULLY MURDEREP. T SIDE CLEOPATRA CONTRIVED TO HAVE HERSELF SMUGGLED INTO HIS PRESENCE CONCEALED IN A @GnARUS Pompey Bom PToLEMY AND CLEOPATRA APPEALED TO ROME FOR AID BUT AT THE MOMENT ROME HERSELF- WAS TORN BY CIVIL\WAR -A DEADLY CONFLICT BETWEEN HER TWO GREAT GENERALS,CAESAR AND POMPEY. i Y THE GREAT ROMAN WAS COMPLETELY CAPTIVATED BY THE FAIR SIRENS CHARMS AND ESPOUSED HER CAUSE AGAINST HER BROTHER ... ©.1935, 3.CARROLL MANSFIBLD. BoYs AND GIRLS THE \WoRLD OVER. GREAT ITALIAN COLONY LVING BETWEEN ALGERIA AND EGYPT IN NORTHERN AFRIC SINCE 1919 LIBYA HAS BEEN DIVIDED INTO TWO MILITARY AND ADMINISTRA- TIVE ZONES, TRIPOLITANA AND CYRENAICA .. 9 S TripoLt « o o J 20 B 0. Z FEZZAN 2 ‘\ LIBY. P oo oo, L10A93 MOCTAR TEUA A FEW DAYS LATER, CAESAR , WHO HAD PURSUED HIS BEATEN RIVAL TO EGYPT,ARRIVED IN ALEXANDRIA. HE WAS GREETE] BY ENVOYS FROM PTOLEMY WHO PRESENTED HIM WITH POMPEYS HEAD ENRAGED BY THIS TURN OF AFFAIRS, THE YOUTHFUL PTOLEMY ROUSED THE PEOPLE OF LOWER EGYPT AND! ATTACKED THE FORCES OF CAESAR AND CLEOPATRA = CAESAR, THOUGH GREATLY OUT- NUMBERED, MANAGED BY SKILFUL TACTICS TO DEFEAT THE EGYPTIANS. DURING THIS BRIEF STRUGGLE- PToLEMY WAS DROWNED IN THE RIVER NILE-. ==+~ T0 BE CONTINUED" BACK OF THE FERTILE , TERRACED COASTAL. SLOPE LIE HIGH, STONY TABLELANDS AND \AST, SANDY DESEQTS === FORMERLY UN! TuRKISH . DOMINATION, LIBYA WAS ANNEXED 8Y ITALY IN 1911 ==~ IN 1930 THE LTALIANS REMOVED 80,000 DESERT NOMADS AND 600,000 CATTLE TO THE NATIVEE POPULATION OF i TRIPOLITANA NUMBERS 550,000, . TMAT OF CYRENAICA 185,000. THERE ARE ALSO SOME 30,000 ITALIANS LIVING IN LIBYA -ceenee IN ANCIENT TIMES CYRGNAICA WAS | PAQT OF EGYPT. 1IN THE TR/C AD. IT WAS OVERRUN BY ARASS. 133 Liva propuces @ BARLEY,WHEAT, £ R2”| WOOL DATES, OLIVES, | v Suagil SPONGES, TUNNY FISH ‘| cATTLE AND SHEEP. Western United States, fewer in the Southern and Central regions. ‘Why did these powerful animals, covered with long hair in Northern climates, and armed with heavy tusks 9 feet long, disappear? So far as we know, there was no change of tem- perature which would make life dif- ficult for them. And, judging from the skeletons and the stomachs which have been preserved through thousands of years, there was no scarcity of food. For many of these mastodon stomachs | are well stocked with food, still undi- gested, when they are found centuries later. Bones and stomachs and food have all been preserved in the ancient | bogs where 50 many of the mastodons | seem to have been trapped. It is, at| any rate, these prehistoric bogs which have yielded most of the mastodon remains for modern study. Mastodons lived not only in America but elsewhere, although the term is| often used to mean only the American variety. Many scientists believe that they may still have been inhabitants of America when the first humgn be- ings dwell here, but there is no proof of this theory. The gulf between mastodon and our | modern elephant seems to be partly Bridged by a creature whose bones were found in Texas. Judging from the parts of this skeleton which we | have, he was an elephant-like masto- don. Another relative of the mastodon which inhabited America in about the same age, or even before, is the mam- moth, another of the elephant's an- cestors. He differed from the masto- don chiefly in the kind of teeth he had. Jazz BL’HTND the jazz rhythms to which our ears have become ac- customed there is & background from the other side of the earth. The uncanny meter, the noise and primi- tive quality of the music, are an echo from the jungle. We catch the sound of tom-toms, of bare feet of African tribes, as they dance about their ceremonial fires. Of course, our American jazz was brought to us by the African. A story is told of a Southern colored man who was performing a wild dance while his friends beat time with their hands and chanted to maintain the rhythm. A theatrical man who had witnessed the dance approached the colored man at its conclusion and asked, “What kind of a dance was that?” The n replied, “Jes’ jazz, sah, jes, jazz!” And the name has been popularly applied to that particular sort of dance and its accompanying music ever since. Good Riddance. Bobby—Say, Mother, was baby sent down from Heaven? Mother—Yes, Bobby. Bobby—They like to have it quiet up there, don't they? 10 Cents a Glance. ‘The sign on the drug store window read, “Look at the whisk brooms— only 10 cents.” ‘The pert young girl poked her head in the door and shouted to the drug- Caring for Pets BY HORACE MITCHELL. Notes on Dogs. S T I8 a very bad plan to feed chicken bones to dogs. Some- times the trouble caused by these bones is not very apparent. I've noticed that in some cases the dog does not act as if he was actually sick, but only dopey. He loses his pep, but he does not give evidence of suffering any pain. However, if he is fed a good brand of commercial dog food with a little good condition powder for a few days he is soon thoroughly okay again. Chicken bones splinter when a dog gnaws them and many of the fine, sharp fragments are swallowed. When a dog is badly bothered by fleas, when he scratches so hard and |50 often that his hair is worn off, camphorated oil is a good remedy. Rub it in lightly, just a little at a time. And repeat every few days until the new hair is starting to grow well. Have you noticed that your dog is not hungry at meal time? That he doesn't pay much attention to his food? It may be that he is tired of that particular ration. I like to feed one brand for a while, not over two weeks, and then shift to another or to another type of food. Does your dog like to stay in his kennel, if he has a kennel? In case he doesn’t there must be something wrong with it. Dampness, perhaps. The roof may leak or the floor may absorb moisture from being too close to wet ground. Another cause might be dirty bedding. And that can cause a lot of additional trouble, too. Keep the kennel clean. Sweep and scrape it all out whenever it isn't just right. Pine needles make good bedding. So do shavings, or hay, straw or peat moss. Dead leaves are also good. Many dogs stay in their owners’ houses at night. For these fellows there are special dog mats. They are | made of different sizes for different dogs, and the best mats are permeated with chemicals that keep down the doggy odors and kill fleas. Practi- cally all dogs like them, and the mats can be laid under the stove or in a corner that is not drafty. “Go to bed, feller!” ought to be a command that is cbeyed happily. If it isn't, there is something very wrong with the bed. Nature's Tricks. T MAY have puzzled you, if you have ever thought about it, that so many animals are colored darker above than below. The tiger and the leopard are shaded so that their backs are darker than their bellies. Most birds, too are darker above than below. One suspects that nature has her reasons, as she always has, but it was only recently that scientists discovered the principle of coloration she used—a principle which is called “counter- shading.” In the fields and forests, light comes | from above, and if you were drawing an object and wanted to make it look round and stand out from its back- ground, you would naturally shade the | color from bright above to dark below, where the shadows are. Nature, however, has no intention of coloring her creatures so that they stand out conspicuously from their backgrounds. She wants to blend them so deftly into the landscape where they live, that they “fade out of sight” though they are there. So she uses the opposite trick and colors them dark above and light below. The technique is so good that & stuffed tiger in his native haunts is almost invisible, even in broad daylight. But turn him upside-down and there he is, plain’ as day. It is their “counter-shading” which makes so many birds difficult to see. Nor is it an accident that the leopard has spots and the tiger has stripes, though both hunt in daylight and take little or no trouble to hide. But the leopard crouches in the tree tops where his spots look like the splotchy dark leaves against the brighter sky—and handsome and bril- liant as he is, it takes a sharp eye to see him up in his branches. His camouflage is perfect. The tiger, on the other hand, hunts on the ground—in bushy thickets and high grasses—and his stripes look hardly different from these. A sudden rustling of the brush and the tiger emerges, ready to pounce—where there seemed only the quiet sunshine and shadow of reeds and grasses before, No wonder this tawny cat, who has the talent of making himself invisible, strikes terror into man and beast. ‘The zebra, too, who looks so comical and odd in the pen at the 200, fits gist: “I looked at your whisk brooms, but you won't get¢ dime out of me.” beautifully into reeds and grasses of his native hor