The Seattle Star Newspaper, September 18, 1920, Page 13

Serr Tee “4 ar * Goattle a t ® (ix By Mabel Cleland» Page 159 INDIAN HOSTS SCT. JARDLY had we rounded the point when the wind struck Qa; huge waves rolled in and broke on the rocky shores, the lit: te cance toased and dipped, my hair blew my face, and we ‘Bad all we colld do to keep our selves right side up. “But I knew as well as a man how to take advantage of the en's bad temper, watched my @hance, and when we reached Halt-Way Creek we rode tri- ‘umphantly in on a big roller, tied ‘up our cance and were ready for the party. “We soon found some Indian children, and they were so used to Seeing us around with them that ‘the servants from our house who ‘were the Potlatch didn't even | Motice us, so we waited with the ‘Fest for the terrible guests, and it ‘was only a little while till we saw ‘them coming. “Can you imagine it? I can see as if it were before me; the sea | toesing its waters in great white Waves, the foreat behind ‘Us with its clearing, the glowing Indians, and rounding the point in their tall-prowed, painted ca- 20 abreast, the Northern In- “The ceremony was begun. An @d horse was shot, ani before ‘Was still a long line of Indians ame prancing down the slope to meet their guests. Their brown bodies were bare except for gar. lands of nettles wound about them from neck to knee.” Pessy giggled. “No wonder they were prancing if they were dressed up in nettles,” she sald. “I did get Into some once when we were on a picnic.” ‘The story teller laughed back at her. “No, it Inn't any wonder, ts it? But they pretended they didn't mind the stings of the net- es at all. “When all the 20 long cances were drawn up on the beach and the guests were landed, the real party began. “Now you must remember that these Northern Indians were cruel and flerce and that all the other |Indians in the country were |afraid of them. Remember, too, | that a Potlatch was given mainly to prove that the man who gave the party was a very rich man. |So when Chief Jimmy gave his | dig Potlateh he promised that he would serve a Boston feast’ and that his tribe would furnish en- jtertainment for their savage guests that no man, be he never 80 brown, never so brave, could | ever forget. “So the fires were bullt high, the tom-toms beat their slow mea- sure and the women and children [sat on their heels in an expec. | tant outer circle and the dance be- jan. (To Be Continued) Rekene oy! DVENTURES ornE THINS » Mike Mole shook @an’t stay at home.” “Daddy,” coaxed Muff Mole one Mornirig as he was ‘starting off to leadow Grove school, “please home today, won't you? storm yesterday it’s fine &nd besides I'm sick lessons" Mole shook his head sternly. of course you can’t stay at What would Mr. Scribble ch think? Besides he'd be sus- ting you were playing truant and Sending that attendance-officer Nick heve after you. I won't have poking around here spoiling my so you run along and get Your lessons and be sure you make @ hundred today in spelling.” Muff didn’t say anything more for he knew it was of no use, and trot- fed off to school as tho the matter ‘were ended. But his brain was busy it. _ On the way he met Floppy Field | Mouse, and Floppy was looking as _ tho all bis friends had moved to the (Copyright, 1920, N. FE. A.) Sammy Jay Seeks Advice ‘ IAMMY JAY had a headache, such @ headache! He had thought and thought, until now it seemed to him that the world surely had turned topey-turvey. His poor little head Was all in a whirl, and that was what made ft ache, First, he had een accused of screaming in the might to waken and scare the little Blacky’s Eyes Twinkled as He Listened to Sammy Jay's Tale of Woe mendow and forest people who want- €0 to seep. Then he bi all night to find out @hat and he had heard what sounded Hi his own voice, screaming: “Thief! ‘Thiet! Thiet!” down by the Laughing Brook, when all the time he was sit ting in the dark in his own big pine tree in the Green Forest, That was bad enough, but to have Jenny Wren tell him that she had geen him with her own eyes sitting fn an alder tree and screaming at very time that he had been back in the big pine tree was more than Sammy Jay could stand, It was no wonder that his head ached. Hardly any of the little meadow and people would speak to him nt, ke their backs . pow. They just turned his head sternly. “No, of course you North Star and left him alone. He was swinging his books by their strap as tho he'd like to give them one extra hard swing and land them in & tree-top where he'd never see them again. Why? He'd just heard that the corn over at Smith's was wetting ripe and as sweet as the inside of your sugar-bowl. He, too, had coaxed and coaxed to stay home that day, but Munchie| Mouse, his father, had stopped| emptying thé garbagecans in Mapie-| Tree Flats long enough to give him & lecture on steadiness and prompt-| ness and reliability and things like! that, which is most unsatisfying | when the corn’s ripe and your back teeth are fairly watering for it. The Mole boy bumped right into! the Mouse boy, both, looking as| glum as blue Monday. > “"Lo,” said Mutt. “"Lo,.” answered Flop. And they trudged glumty on to- gether. W. BURGESS to him whenever he met them. He didn't mind this so much, because he knew that none of them had ever liked him very well, You see, he had played too many mean tricks for any one to really lke him. But he did hate to have them blame him for something that he hadn't done, “It's too much for me!’ said Sam- my Jay. “It’s too much for me! I've! thought and thought, until my brain just goes round and round and makes me dizzy, and my thoughts turn somersaults over each other. I must get help somewhere. Now, whom can I go to, so few will have anything to do with me?” “Caw, caw, caw!" Sammy Jay pricked up his ears and spread his wings, “My cousin, Blacky the Crow!” he cried. “Why didn't I think of him before? He's very smart, ls Blacky the Crow, and perhaps he can tell me what to do.” So Sammy Jay hurried as fast as he could to lay his troubles before Blacky the Crow. Blacky’s eyes twinkled ag he listened to Sammy Jay's tale of woe, When Sagmy had finished and had asked for Blacky’s advice, Blacky went into @ brown study. Sammy sat and waited pa- tiently, for he felt certain that Blacky’s shrewd head would find some plan to solve the mystery. | “I don’t know how you can find out who it is that’s making you all this trouble, but IN tell you how you can prove that it isn't you that screams in the night,”*sald Blacky the Crow after & few minutes of thought. “How?” asked Sammy Jay eagerly. “Go away from the Green Mead- ows and the Green Forest and stay | away for a week,” replied Blacky the Crow. “Go up to the faraway Old Pasture on the edge of the moun- tain, where Reddy and Granny Fox are living. Have Boomer the Night hawk see you go to bed there, and then ask him to come straight down Gwe ME MAING743, ‘es Please MAIN 6743 WEDLOCKED You Wouldn’t Catch Freckl THE COUNTRY AON SEN, Nou BANS> JUNE WEALD SUE SToRy OF JACOBS LAWER = r TyPe OF NEEDS! you AREA MAN OF INTELLECT, OF CULTURE, A MAN OF COURAGE ON RESOLUTION RUNNIN’ COWN YouR PANTS LEG? es Walking if He Had Wings IF You Bas~ WAVE ANY QUESTIONS TD FOR MAYOR! I CONSIDER IT AN HONOR H VOTE FOR You! YOURE A MAN THAT KNOWS 4 Now YSEE, (7S CLAMPED UNDER THE BACK OF “Te CAR AND Wow Hen), WHEN “THE SET IT, AND GOR ABOUTHIS 16 CONNECTED WITH THE. ENGINE BY A WIRE « OWNER GETS OUTOF WIS CAR HE BUSINESS AN AUTO THIEF COMES ALONG, HOPS Int “HE CAR, STARTS IT AND SKIPS# WHEN THE MOTOR STARTS, PULLS ADDITIONAL SPORTS . KRUVOSKY BEATS JORDAN BAN FRANCISCO, Sept, 18.—Clift Jordan, of Los Angeles, lost to Kayo Kruvagky, of San Frangisco, last njght in the main bout at Dreamland. Jordan could not fathom Kayo's left- hand style and took some solid socks in the abdomen. Jim Barry got the decision over Clem Johnson in what might have been called a draw, “Ed- die Daly, of Chicago, and Leo Mat lock fought a draw. Coveleskie pitched the Indians a little closer to the pennant, trimming the Senators 9 to 3. RAR here and tell Peter Rabbit just where you are, Peter will tell every one else, for he can’t keep his tongue still, and then they'll all know that it jen't you that screams in the night.” “The very thing! erled Sammy Jay. “I'll move at once!” And off he hurried to prepare to move up to the Old Pasture on the edge of the mountain. Next story: How Blacky’s Plan Worked Out TY BETTER THAN “BABE,” SAYS BOB Rabe Ruth isn't the hardest man to pitch to in the pinches, according |to Bob Shawkey of the Yankees. Bob thinks that particular honor be- longs to Ty Cobb. He says: “Ruth is the hardest hitter tn the game, and the most dangerous, pow sibly, because you can’t tell where he will slam the ball, but In my ex perience I'll say I'd rather face the Babe in a pinch than Ty Cobb. Cobb ie the greatest batter of them all, He is constantly crowding the plate, making you work your head off; shrewd, rarely outguessed, and can hit anything in the world a pitcher ever had, When the Babe is up you have a gambling chance if your stomach is good, He'll either slam it out of the orchard, or strike out, or hit one to the infield. Ruth rare. ly hits long flies, When he does they generally go out of the park." Japan has doubled her imports of Canadian whisky since 1914 Altho Babe Adams is 38 years old he is still lasting in the big leagues. His chief pastime this season with the Pirates is to give the Giants reg’ ular setbacks, He says: “I cafinot explain my lasting much longer than many other pitchers on any other theory than this: I al ways take things easy and never worry. I discovered many years ago that when I exerted myself I was not so effective, for the mere effort of trying to be uncommonly good distracted my mind from the simple task of pitching. The new changes in pitchifig rules have both- ered many old veterans, but I do not mind them very much, My only kick is the rule which prevents a pitcher rubbing the gloss off the ball. A new ball with gloss on it is a tough thing to handle, I am confident that I could pitch one or two more years, perhaps even longer, but I am not certain that I want to make the effort. I have traveled around the circuit so many times that I'm tired of it all, And as much as I like bageball nothing would please me better than to retire to my Mis- wourl farm and confine my connec: BIG RING BOUTS ARE POSTPONED NEW YORK, Sept. 18.—The bouts between Jack Dempsey and Bill Brennan, and between Georges Car- pentier and Battling Levinsky have been indefinitely postponed by the state boxing commission, it was an- nounced today. The commissioners desire to hold off on these fights un- til the new state boxing law has been thoroly tried out. SELECT CAVENEY SAN FRANCISCO, Sept. 18.—Jim- my Caveney, San Francisco infield- er, hag been selected by the Detroit Tigers for a trial next spring. Red Faber, one of the White Sox best, had the Yankees at his mercy and beat the recent leaders, 8 to 4. RRR Renee tion with baseball henceforth to reading about big games in the sport sboota,” PENS, ONLY OUR INKLL.SS Sy gee AN NO MAYOR COMPLETE! 41 ROUNDS OF BOXING OPEN N. Y. SEASON NEW YORK, Sept. 18,—There were 41 rounds of boxing at Madison Square Garden last night, Nobody was injured, Tex Rickard reopened the fight game in Manhattan with a card of well matched bouts, under the new a Walker law, which permits 15-round F goes to a decision. ‘The high light of the evening was the handshaking fest indulged in by Jack Dempsey and Georges Carpen- tier, who climbed into the ring and were Introduced. Both fighters got a big demonstration. In the exhibitions Joe Willing out- boxed Johnny Dundee for 15 rounds and got the decision, Joe Benjamin, of California, got a 10-round verdict over Pete Hartley, of York. fRUSS TORTURE Can be eliminat thi Lundberg. Rupture Suppor, We ive free trial to prove its superiority. A. 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