Evening Star Newspaper, June 9, 1937, Page 43

THE EVENING STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C, WEDNESDAY, JUNE 9, 1937. C-l11 LIFE’S LIKE TH —By FRED NEHER. THE COLONEL: “HE INHERITED A FORTUNE, BUT THE LAWYERS ARE STILL FIGHT- ING OVER HIS MONEY.” @ s b An o Rers “I LEARNED A NEW GAME TONIGHT! IT'S CALLED ‘POKER.'” TRAILER TINTYPES. —By WEBSTER 1M A WRECK. L AINT HAD FivE MINUTES SLEEP SINCE | STRUCK THIS CAMP — TYPEWRITERS BANGIA' AWAY DAY AN’ NIGHT. TH' PLACE 1S FuLL OoF AUTHORS WRITIN' TRAILER STORIES. (M GONAA SELL MY OUTFIT AN’ GO HOME AN GET SomeE SLEEP LETTER-0UT BY CHARLES H. JOSEPH. COUNTERS | WEATHERS | BOATS | LADEN | IMPLIED | I Letter-Out and you drub. Letter-Out and you wear it to keep warm. Letter-Out for a presider. | Letter-Out and the knifer will do it. I Letter-Out for crystal clear. Remove one letter from each word and rearrange to spell the word called for in the last column. it’s a bulwark. Print the letter in center column opposite the word you have removed it from. If you have “Lettered-Out” correctly Answer to Yesterday's LETTER-OUT. VALES ULRICH |V | 1 | § DELSARTE | T RAINED SHEER | Al Letter-Out and it makes a good | neckpiece. 1 SEAL Letter-Out for a boor. CHURL Letter-Out for this place. HERE Letter-Out for those who are merchants, DEALERS Letter-Out and it is popular at mealtimes. DINER. (Copyrisht, 1937.) Sonnysayings Copa 1937, King Peturn Bynbicna, I, World e seereed, A adtf AL I thought us had Nippy de-flead, but he is actin’ sort ob nerbous! THE CHEERFUL CHERUB - ——————————— {The world goes rolling rond the sky And never, never stops. I surely hope it3 | guided by Celestial traffic cops. Bedtime Stories BY THORNTON W. BURGESS. The foolish risks his life for pride: The wise is not hide shamed to old Toad. LD Mr., Toad told Taddy, the plump little Toad, in Farmer Brown's garden that precious lives are lost every year through foolish, be- cause needless, facing of danger just to save pride. Life is the most pre- cious hat any one possesses. or deliberately risk 1se s without excuse. Just about the time when ordinarily Taddy would start for home, under a wide board in a shady corner of the garden, there to spend the day, a gen- tle rain began to fall. Taddy decided not to go home. This was weather just to his liking. There really was nothing to go home for. He could sit under an overhanging leaf to rest and doze when he felt like it and be per- fectly comfortable, a thing not pos- sible on a bright, hot day. Then when he again felt hungry he would be right in the middle of the best hunt- ing ground. mistake and foolish to travel way home. The gentle rain continued all the about in quest of insects and worms to satisfy that appetite that somehow seemed never to remain satisfied for more than a very short time. So it came to pass that he reached the op- posite side of the garden from where his home was. He never had been here before. In fact, not since his ar- rival in the garden had be been quite so far from the wide board in the shady corner, the board under which he made his home with Old Mr. Toad and several other young Toads of his own age. At last, along about noon, he crept rest, and there he found Old Mr. Toad. The latter was there for the same pur- pose. “Well, young fellow, aren't you a long way from home?” inquired Old Mr. Toad. “No farther than you are,” replied Taddy somewhat pertly. “True, quite true,” replied Old Mr. Toad gravely. “But I am much older than you and know better how to take care of myself. I notice that it has stopped raining.” Taddy hadn't noticed it, but so it was. Of course, the ground was wet and the leaves were wet, but no rain | was falling. Peeping out from under | the leaf that sheltered him, Taddy dis- | covered that the clouds were moving | away rapidly and he could see a bit of blue sky. “I rather think it is going to be hot pretty soon, and then everything will dry fast,” observed Old Mr. Toad. Just then the clouds broke away from before the face of jolly, round bright Mr. Sun and he was smiling his broadest. Sunbeams even crept under the plant where Taddy and Old Mr. Toad sat. Right then Taddy knew that if Mr. Sun continued to smile this was going to be a most uncomfortable place for any one who required a moist skin in order to be comfortable. The clouds were scat- tering fast. There was little doubt that Mr. Sun was out to stay for the remainder of the day. Taddy thought of that nice wide board in the shady corner. Sunbeams never could creep in under that board. He wished he were home. He would start at once. He hopped out into the light and blinked, for the light hurt his eyes. “Where are you going?” asked Old Mr. Toad. “Home, of course. ing?” replied Taddy. “Certainly not,” replied Old Mr. Toad. “Do you think me altogether foolish?” “Of course not,” replied Taddy. “I just don't see what else there is to do.” “Hide,” said Old Mr. Toad. from Mr. Sun.” “I suppise we can do that under the leaves, but the air is going to be hot just the same,” replied Taddy. “Not where I will be,” said Old Mr. Toad. “No air will reach me to dry my skin and make me uncomfort- able.” Taddy opened his mouth for & ques- tion, but closed it without speaking. He had discovered that only the head and shoulders of Old Mr. Toad were above ground. He was sinking into the loose earth. He was digging a hole with his hind feet and backing into it at the same time. “Dig in,” said Old Mr. Toad, ¢nd disappeared, the earth falling in over him. Aren't you com- ‘Hide (Copyright, 1937.) Real Fire Fighting. SAN DIEGO, Calif. (#)—Firemen didn’t know whether they were fight- ing a blaze or a battle when they were bombarded with five shots as they tackled a grass fire. After the firing and fire had subsided J. K. Sinderholm, fire captain, investigated and found a rusted, burned pistol in Assuredly, it would be a | forenoon, and Taddy continued to hop | under the leaves of a bean plant to | the grass. Its five shells had been discharged. N THE MOUNTAIN BOYS. WHAT Do you N\ T'm Lookin’ 1) fJ_ Houy SEE THROUGH THAT) RIGHT AT YoU THING, MISTER 7 MACKEREL // JUMPIN’ TOAD - FROGS / DANGNATION ¢/ AW--= 1 SAY ! MOST DECIDEDLY. UNCOMMON; WHAT ¢ BIT OF INDIGESTION, NO DOUBT--- HMM--OR TRICK OF MOONLIGHT ON| WATER--UNCANNY-- QUITE! E- GAD--- L OOK! ®Scene:- THE QUEET DECK OF A" LINER, THE LAST NIGHT OUT-~- BEASTLY CROSSING- | GHASTLY BORES ALL ABOUT DULL, STUPID BUSINESS ENTIRELY - NO SLIGHTEST SPOT OF EXCITEMENT- NEWS TRAVELS FAST! OVER 116 BREAKFAST TABLEG, THE TOWN READ OF THE ATTEMPT ON THE FIRE LAST NIGHT - WHY, OF THE PILLINGS' BOYS TO BURN BEN T MAKES MY 8LOOD BoOIL/ WEBSTER OUT OF BUSINESS AND- READ THAT! (T's THE LOWDOWN EVERYBODY'S TALKING ABOUT T/ THERE OUGHT TO BE SOME WAY WE COULD HELP THAT WEBSTER BOY — THAT'S AN OUTRAGE/ I ONDERSTAND THAT'S YOU SPECIALIZE RIGHT -- IN TAKING PICTURES ) T/ MAKE OF CHILDREN! ) A NICE PICTURE OF I'M GOING TO ENTER H \whHy- T'LL THEM IN TH' TWIN TAKE ONE CONTEST AND I MUST| picTuRE HAVE THEIR PICTURE | of thEM TAKEN -+ ER- WHAT DO YOU CHARGE? HAVE THREE LET ME S&E Bve THe Gvesy| FORTUNE TEWLER PICKED AMBY - AT LEAST SO T SOUNDED WHEN SHE. RECOMMENDED A MIDDLE-AGED) MAN WITH LOTS OF MONEY ~ HERE COMES A VOTE FOR LUHER) FROM BERKELEY, CALIFORNIA, FROM ONE WHO! SIGNS HER NAME "PLAYFOLt ) B WELL, L WAS THINKIN' REMEMBER MISS PERHAPS BECAUSE WERE GRUNTLEY, THIS 1S A BANK. AND YOURE NOT HERE. (I\) YOUR SOCAL CAPAQTY HELLO, MADDY CAT [ POTATO PANCAKES, MEBBE NOUD UKE TO COME QVER FER DINNER A~ TONIGHT z MUTT, LOOK! DO YOU SEE THIS DESERT HEAT 1S DRIVING ME MAD! TLL DIE OF THIRST \F WE DONT GET SOME WATER OH, BOY/I WANNA SEE THAT FELLER/ I'VE READ ABOUT HIM / WUNNER HOW HE EVER ARG Lol // LOINED 76, 50 THAT, ANTWAYS ? NED T0 DO THAT, ANY) DOUBLE TIGHT STRA|GHT ’///, SIS o HOQDIDIT WORLD'S"SENSATIONAL ESCAPE ARTIST ROCADERO! ONE WEEK ONLY H'M-- L ONLY DOLLARS --- —By PAUL WEBB. NO WONDER. SHE'S WST-FooTIN IT LUKE - —~THE NEW GOAT’S EATIN’ GRAN'PAPPY’S UNDER- WEAR OFFN THE. CLOTHES LINE. A NOW, LISTEN, 50N / A FIRE CAM BURN UP AMERCHANDISE BUT \T CAN'T DEGTROY THE REPUTATION NOU'VE MADE IN THIG TCWN / COULON'T YOU TAKE . A DOUBLE EXPOSURE OF ON& OF THEM FOR HALF PRriCE 7 1 HAVE 1L GET THERE AT SIX OCLOCK _ GOIN TO HAVE SOU THE ROAST 1 DIONT 2/ MAVE. NOODLE SOUP- 1 ICE, MY BOY/HE PRQBABLY mf\‘g}c!é FOR YEARS A'? YEARS TAKIN OFF HIS UNDER;HOIT IN A TRAILER