Evening Star Newspaper, June 28, 1937, Page 35

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WRITHE I R I .Leuer-out l‘:lflli;l’r!l:l Caucasian. PARIS | R | Feas mgdm o H l I lfl&uel‘-'.ut and the woodsman WHEYS | Y| & pe (Copyright, 1837.) » THE EVENING STAR WASHINGTON D. C, MONDAY, JUNE 28, 1937. Alers pattin’ the early bird on the back—neber a word ob praise fer the worm! THE CHEERFUL CHERUB Bl thasgh Ths Aevan T on is late 1 re.\.“y neednt worry ITve all e.ttrn';ty to Jlive Bedtime Stories BY THORNTON W. BURGESS. Whate'er results it is a_blessing When facts are found that end all guess- ing. —Farmer Brown's Boy. ARMER BROWN'S BOY and the game warden sat on the bank of the Smiling Pool, discussing the cause of the disappearance of several Duck- lings. Who had taken them? Sus- picion had fallen on one after an- other, especially on the part of the warden, but so far they had proof against only one, Grandfather Frog. They knew that he had taken one wee Duck, because they had seen him with 8 tiny webbed foot sticking out from & corner of his big mouth. How many he had caught before, if any, they didn’t know, but they did know that he wasn't gullty of any of the disap- pearance since, for he wasn't in the Smiling Pool. Farmer Brown's Boy had caught him and taken him home, to hold him a prisoner until those Ducklings should be too big for the old fellow to swallow. The Duck- lings continued to vanish. BEHIND HER SWAM FIVE OF THE CUTEST DUCKLINGS YOU CAN IMAGINE. “I am still suspicious of those Crows,” said the game warden. “They are smart, those fellows. They are | crafty.” “Sure they are” agreed Farmer Brown's Boy. “That is one reason I am so sure that they are not taking | these little Ducks. Blacky knows we are watching here, and he is too smart | - to do anything to get him in trou- ble.” “Of course,” said the warden, “it may be that an Owl is getting them at night.” Farmer Brown’s Boy shook his head. “I don’t think s0,” said he. “Why don't you think s0?” the ‘warden asked. “Because,” replied Farmer Brown's Boy, “I don’t think that more than one pair of Owls nested anywhere around here this season, and I know where the nest of that one pair is, and I know where their favorite roost is. You know as well as I do that Owls roll up into pellets the fur and feathers and bones that cannot be digested and spit these out. Since the Ducklings began to disappear I have been over and picked up a lot of those pellets and examined them. Those Owls haven't been eating Ducks.” The warden grinned, then made a sign for silence. Mother Black Duck had just come out from the rushes at the head of the Smiling Pool and was swimming toward the other end. Be- hind her swam five of the cutest Ducklings you can imagine. There had been eight of those baby Ducks to start with, as the warden and Farmer Brown's Boy knew. A pretty sight the mother and her babies made. How proud Mother looked. And how watchful she was. Constantly her keen eyes watched both shores. They were just in the middle of the Smiling Pool when something hap- pened, something dreadful. There was & slight swirl in the water and one of those Ducklings disappeared. It had been seized from below and dragged down. In a flash the warden was on his feet. “A Snapping Turtle!” he cried. “Why didn’t I think of that before? There is & big Snapping Turtle in there, and that is the one who has been taking those little Ducks. Now I know what to do. I'll put & Turtle trap in there, but meanwhile we must drive those Ducks down the Laugh- ing Brook to the Big River. They'll be safer there now than they are here.” (Copyright, 1937.) B — Lose Jobs by Lots. ‘When Shanghai decided to elimi- nate 500 rickshaws from busy streets it called all rickshaw owners into & hall and had them draw lots to decide who should continue in business. — Twizzler Answer. WAHL =T SAYS -~ DEAR ONCLE. KINFOLKS — AH IS AIMIN* SUTTY S TO COME AN VISIT You RIGHT SOON SO DON'T TO US, BE SURPRISED WHEN AS FOR BATTING AN EYE - WELL, | CAN THINK 1T _WOULD BE A PLEASURE BILLION DOLLARS, TO HAND A FEW BIRDS AND NOT EVEN A BAT IN THE EYE FOR BAT AN EYE- THEIR PART IN THE WERE KD, READ T YOURGELF = NAW, NEVER AMIND - YES, AL-- Y 1 GUeSS I HATE 2 YOU'RE RIGHT; TO ADMIT g I. AL--T'M A IT--BOT AROUND TOWN CoLOSSAL HOW WELL YOU'VE BEEN DOIN'!' WHAT!S TH’ MATTER WITH AH 1S FAST BECOMIN’ A BIG FELLER IN THE CITY AN’ AH'M GITTIN’ POWERFUL RICH. AH 1S PROBABLY THE ONLY ONB. IN OUR. FAMBLY THAT HAS EVER CLEANED UP IN WALL ST, AH 1S ENCLOSWN’ MAH PITCHER.. TEN BILLION DOLLARS- A FEW YEARS AGO THAT WiAS A FABULOUS SUM- BUT WHAT'S TEN BILLION § TO DAYZ?PSHAW! 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