The Seattle Star Newspaper, August 17, 1920, Page 11

TURSDAY, aveust 17, 1920, No. ‘ar : : Sbattle % 131 MAN OR PIG? LL,” sighed David, “I still wish I had been a Pioneer, ‘and could have seen all those fun- ny things I wish I knew some more things about the First ave hogs.” "Oh, you dof exclaimed the Pioneer, “You want to know some more about the hogan, Let me see =—yes, yes, there ts a story I re Member. It isn't much of a story for children—might make a good prohibition talk, tho, “Do you children know that old rhyme? Goes like this: “There was a little women as Pve heard tell, Bhe went to market with eggs fur to sell.’ “She went to sleep, you know, and when she waked up she cried: "Ob, laway! mossy om me! this te mone of 1! But if it be 1 as T hope tt be, Trve a little dog at home, and het! know me! wail, But if it be 1, he'll wag his Mitte tant “Well, we havea lot of things Row we didn't haye then—laws and policemen, electric lights and all sorts of things to try to help to keep ‘em straight. “I won't tell you the man's name—it wouldn't be fair—poor fellow’s gone now, anyway. We'll Just call him Jim Smith. “One night after the mill had dlosed down and the men had al! gone home, and everything was quiet, Jim Smith came out of a door, looked up and down the street, couldn't quite decide which way to go. “His eyes were dull and heavy and he leaned against a gate post for support. “Presently he stumbled down the steps and went staggering down the street toward the mill, “Of course, when he got to the mill he could get no farther, for the mill Blocked that end of the street. “His mind was all muddled up with whisky, and he couldn't | Chink, “Bump! he came up against something. “"Thish aint my home? he gsrumbied. “Thish ain't where I tive! And he almost cried. “Tm sleepy; I home.” Then something pushed his unsteady legs and over he went “The sawdust felt soft and the hog which had pushed him over wandered off, and there he lay, wanna «0 [fast asleep at 9 o'clock at night If it be not I, he'll lowdly bark and | in the middle of First ave. “He slept a long time, and then something pushed against him and made a grunty sound. 2.49.9.0 around him. On this side of him— hoa On that aide of him—hogs! 1@ front of him-—hogs! He didn't look behind him, but he began to fee! him- wert. “am If he mumbled. ‘Am I? 1 thought I wae Jim Smith, Who the mischief am It Well, if I'm not Jim Smith, whe the mischief am Tt “The poor whisky-saked fellow didn't Know whether he was Jim Smith or one of the bogs!” See eee ADVENTURES OF THE TWINS 1 Clive Barton. Bat was the next person Ting- rents. first time Nancy and visited the lady fat fairyman found a stick, and creeping toward the bell he beat a loud “boom” on it. 0 wre [ @ling took the twins to sea, while he ‘When the noise died, a complain- to hold their ears, really! ing voice from high overhead draw! ed out sleeplly: “I declare, if it isn’t Sunday again! It’s very funny, for Sunday was only three days ago, and Jocko, so they | it used to come once in seven. If “Don't I know it,” grinned Tinga- ; “And just because she ie so fussy, I'm going to play @ joke on her.” So the fat fairyman found a stick _ and, creeping toward the big bell, he Beat a loud “boom” on it. Then an- » and another, and another! 2 Buch a din! Nick and Nancy had they've changed it, I'm going to move. A respectable bat family can't get @ decent day's sleep with such « racket going on!” Tingaling gave another boom, and instantly there were six voices all crying at once. “My goodness, there go the babies ™ | exclaimed Mrs, Bat. “Blackie, do get | Up and see if you can't get them to sleep again™ OM ALL RIGHT, TR Peter Ko | Se. Og “Tue 108A! Aow LET TMT" BE TUE LAST HWE You PULL WUNROS* TAIL @ You KNOW JUST THINK «iF Nou'RE Good, Same UY You'll, WANE WINGS AND You CAN PLN ARoUT W_ 7: BLESS [ty HEART! Look 4&T ALOYSWS TALKING TO THAT GIDDY LOOKING | CREATURE! THE BOLD BRAZEN CAT! aT “I'm going to see what the tarna tion’s wrong first,” growled Mr. Bat. “It isn't Sunday at all, and I'm sure it's not Christmas or Thanksgiving’ His voice sounded so awfully mad that Tingaling and the twins made thelr escape at once, without getting & cent of rent. , 1920, N. B.A) OQ othe ofa glut WAVE OF Gomlé OUT 7 “To DAY -1 Jus 4 ‘Twine “THAT WAS WTHAT ‘TRUNK, We Were SO Musseo~ | Waven?T A THING 1 CaN WEAR wn Be we COVLD GO IAS BATHING THEAl THEY muST HAVE SVNTCHED OUR WELL, TE FLV AROUND INS DONT DENY 17/]}/OH! SHE dust |OH OF COURSE IT WAS STOPPED AN’ SAID} ALLRIGHT MUDEAR, “PARDON TLE, GUT [ANY BODY COULD SEE IN THE BLACK. BATHIN' Suit? it Ss For CALE BY THORNTON W. BURGESS Farmer Brown’s Boy Works for Nothing HE grass around the doorstep of ; felt sure that something dreadful was ouse going to happen to Reddy Fox. | “sli ap gomndloriog ~~" Only Ol’ Mistah Buzzard knew bet- } Giways lived was all wet with dew |ter prom way up high in the blue, [when Farmer Brown's Boy laid his! pine sky he could look down and wee gun down, took off his coat, rolied| many things. He could sec all the Up bis shirt sleeves, and picked up | little meadow and forest people who P his spade. It was cool and beautiful irre on the edge of the Green Mead Jolly round red Mr. Sun had begun his long climb up in the! jue, blue #ky. Mr. Redwing w: sing for joy over in the bulrushes the edge of the Smiling Pool. Yes, wha very beautiful, very beautiful, It didn't seem as if harm ‘could come to any one on such @ beautiful mornings ‘But there was Farmer Brown's Boy. He had crawied on hands and knees without making a sound to get mear enough to the home of Reddy Fox to shoot if Reddy was outaide. u 6 Was no sign of Reddy, so ° AD AS SOON AS YOU'D PICK UP i Cc | ; We RECENER CALLA NUMBER, | “We LINE 1S BUSY !° | | “Gee, but I love Boldt'’s French pastry !"—Adv. Why Be Skinny? It’s Easy to Be Plump, Popular and Attractive It's easy to be plump, tepmin ent asking that state officers and the ° public utilities commission be en- Seek Higher Rates| joinea trom enforcing the state two-| Rabbit. CHICAGO, Aug. 17.—Six railroad | cent fare law, | “Perhaps he isn't home,” said Jim-| Next story: Prickly Porky Takes | companies operating in Tlinols today | ~| my Skunk, |a Sun Bath. | filed a petition in the federal court lar you value your watch, let Haynes | “Ot course he's home, He's #0|~ ~ = == = = {repair it. Next to Liberty Theatre. stiff and sore he can hardly walk at) aris timed oe all and has to #tay home,” replied) Johnny Chuck. “Hello, what's the| matter now?" | Everybody looked, Farmer Brown's | Boy had climbed out of the hola He looked tired and croas. He rested for a few minutes, and as he rested he! scowled, Then he began to shovel the | , D | it) oe : things wouldn't be quite ‘the same| “Hurrah! shouted Peter Rabbit without him @round. Ob, dear I} and struck his heela together as 1s | Ulinois Carriers don’t want him killed,” moaned Peter | jumped up in the air. NOT FORGET to take « bottle of Slosa’s ure to put it Thea puttin your ner Brown's Boy had hopped up, d now he was whistling as he be Ban to dig. His freckled face looked good natured, It didn't seem ae if he could mean harm to any one, But there lay the gun, and he was work ly the trouble is due to ‘and consequent failure to as» your food. You may eat heartily, but owing to the lack of nervous energy and impoverished vi nerves similate { Fy ag if he really meant to get to very bottom of the home of Red @y Fox. Deeper and deeper grew the hole id bigger and bigger grew the pile sand which he threw out. He didn't know that any one was watch- ing him except Bowser the Hound. He didn’t see Johnny Chuck peeping F from behind @ tall bunch of meadow grass, nor Peter Rabbit peeping from My ibehind a tree on the edge of the Green Forest, nor Bobby Coon look. ing from & #afe hiding place in the of that same tree. He didn't see jenmy Skunk, nor Une’ Billy Pos @um, nor Happy Jack Squirrel, nor the Badger. He didn't see one of them, but they sw him. They gaw every shovelful of sand that he threw, and their hearts went pita they watched, for each one were watching Furmer Brown's Boy. The harder Farmer Brown's Boy worked the more Ol’ Mistah Buzzard chuckled to himself. What was he laughing at? Why, peeping out from behind an old fence corner he could see the sharp face of Old Granny Fox, and she was grinning. Ol' Mi» tah Buzzard knew by that that Red- dy Fox was safe. But the bther Uttle people of the Green Forest and the Green Mead ows didn’t know that Old Granny Fox and Reddy Fox had moved, and their faces, grew* longer and longer as they watched Farmer Brown's Boy go deeper and deeper into the ground. “Reddy Fox hag worried me al Most to death, and would eat me if he could catch mé but somehow sand back into the hole, He had| reached the bottom and found no one | Be Slender ewe rN e521 Sloan's Linimeni rie ee i Fado vase eae Evenit will find that a touch of Zane Oint- ment now andthentendstopre- vent roughness, burning, etc. But if your mirror reflects blotches, filled-in pores, r a gray, oily skin you need Resi- nol Soap and Ointment at once. Don’t hesitate for the nenlog Resinol balsams were ints to correct just such defects, and they rarely fail unless the trouble is due to some internal disorder. Resino] Otntment faa doctor's FResinot blood you don't get the benefit from the food you eat. 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