The Seattle Star Newspaper, April 19, 1921, Page 9

THE SEATTLE STAR PAGE 9 Tom Offers a Few Remarks WHAT'S “THE USE IN HAVING [YES BUT WHAT NEW CLOTWES IF You CANT HAVE } THATS NEW BY ALLMAN | SUPPOSE | CAN GO OUT IN SOME CORN FIELD AND SHOW OFF TO A Cow Country _ NOW THAT WE'RE ALL BY B, M. BOWER SAY, TOM, HELEN AND | ON OUR DRESSED UP | FEEL DONT NEW DRESSES -WHY DON’T You Do Zoys Admire Self- “pecting Girls? SCWhy Do They lg- no, Them? Asks Red- Bléled Girl. Dear ks Grey: That letter by “B. R. C nad so muct of honest truth in ghat it has moved me to Write. Bitnere are «wo sides to Fall subjectand 1 wish to say some thing equa, as true on the other side. | Listen gtr) wouldn't it be sweet to believe th the boys think we Bre angels, \ tat deserve to be thought of aiguwoh, I mean? And I really bellow they do. Why, of Course! Thatyust be what they think of us “nie girts; chat ts why ¥ worship ugrom «far just like " Ny truly angs axd that is why > they never dar te look at us a second time on be street or never ask us for the text dance” at an entertainment, al of course, they Woukin't be so ‘esumptious as to inflict their infeor presence upon us immortals, s@vhy should we ex pect any attentf from them? Don't feel bad girly, when a boy You admire “fogts” you after your Tefusal to kiss im. He hasn't for gotten you—he'simpty adoring you all the while—dy you must remem. ber you're an agel and must remain at a distance } be in your proper sphere. On, gay life, all right, | this being “np. As much a I'd like to believe | what you say,"B. R. C.,” I can’t, be- cause it won'prove true for me and I have yet > meet the girl who Slways has agood time and plenty | Of boy friend and at the same time Fefuses to loe them a iittle Just to Keep them o; the string. They stm- Ply won't besociable. If boys rally do admtre the nice Girls more han the others I must may they ae very good at hiding their feeling iss Grey I have tried both ways Tl adsit @ girl loses some of own repect by fitrting, but as ng as shestops there I'll defy any- ne who tels me it isn't fust as de- ent and a rhole lot more entertain to the gri than sitting in a cor and witching the rest of the good times so by. Ob, I know. They fell us “FH patient, my girl The tt one will come along by and Yes, of course, but ft isn't hus ‘ynds woe looking for. It's friends. yt no! We must be nien We haw thetr respect. That ought tisty un Let them do what Uke with their friendshrp; it is ighiteys i quit oil y at g fete z iu If} (Copyright, 1921, by Latta Brows & Co) (Continued From Yesterday) The man remained where he was land looked Bud over uncertainty, | | "Who are you, and where'd yuh ne from he demanded more, calmly, “I never saw yub before.” “Well, I never grew up with your face before me, cither!’ Bud snapped. “If I had I'd probably be crosseyed by now, You called me something! | Get off that horse or I'll pull you | off.” “I quem I'm in the wrong, young | |fellow—1 did holler “Tie ‘im down.’ }But if you'd ever been around this | outfit any you'd have known I didn’t mean it literal He « ped and suddenly he laughed. “I've been | | yellin’ “Me ‘im down’ for two years | and more, and nobody waa ever fool enough to tackle It before, We" | “What about the name you called met” Bud was still advancing slow | ly, not much appeased. “I don't give | fa darn about the steer.” | “My mistake, young feller, When I Ret riled up I don’t pick my words.” He eyed Bud sharply “You ain't been in thea parts }long?* | | “Not right here.” Bud had no rea |son save his temper for not giving | |more explicit Information, but Bart | Nelson—as Bud knew him afterward |—continued to study him as if he | suspected a blotched past. “Huh! That your horse? | “Lve got @ Dil of male for him.” | “You don't happen to be wanting | }a Jot, I #'poser* | “I wouldn't refuse to take one.” | And then the twinkle came back to | Bud's eyes, “I'd want a boss that Jexpected to have his orters carried jout, tho. I lack imagination, What jhe says he'd better mean—when be | says it to me.” | Bart Nelson gave a short laugh, | turned and sent his riders back to their work with oaths tingling their cars, Bud judged that cursing was | his natural form of speech. | “Go let up that steer, and I'll put you to work,” he maid to Bud. “That's & good rope horse you're riding. If |you want to ume him, and if you jean hold up to that little sample of |roping yuh gave us, I'll pay yub $40 ja month. You didn't say where you're from—" | “I was born and raised in cow: | country, and nobody's looking for | |me,.” Bud informed him and let it) jmo at that. If they had never heard of the Tomahawk outfit it would do no good to name ft If they had| | heard of It, they would wonder why | | the son of so rich a cowman an Bob | | Birnie should be hiring out aa al }eommon cowpuncher so far from) | home. He untied the ateer, drove tt back | into the herd and rode over to where | the high-nosed man was hetping hold jthe “cut.” “Can you read brands? We're cnt tin’ out AJ and AJHar stuff; left ear. crop on the AJ, and undercut on the AJBar.” | yuh make of that horse? Where does he come from? Dirk squinted at Stopper’s brand. “New one on ma Bart They's a hatchet brand over close to Jack- son's Hole. Where'd the kid my he was from?” “He wouldnt say, but he’s a sure cowhand.” “"S your fun’ral, Bart [4 «ay he’s from Jackson's Hole on a rough LIKE GOING SOME PLace! ALL QI6MT—TusT Sy A GO= AFTER SCHOOL WE UAVE A GAME PUT ON YOUR HAT AND COAT AND TAKE US Pier MEV, FELLAS: ] TERE Ww Last BEL eal —_ ib Page 342 A HUNGRY BABY The three little girls giggled de Ughtedly over the end of the soldier story, and Elizabeth mid, “And they weren't dangerous one bit, were they? They were only running after chickens That's funny thing for soldiers to be chastog.” Pesxy said, “Imn’t It queer how pioneer stories are? First they are all bloody and killing and wild animals, and next thing you know they are funny like this one, and “My greatereat-erandmother cromeed the plains in 1847, with a party of settlers. They wore fam. fies, mostly, and they were com ing to Oregon. “Ahead of thetr wagon was a whole wagonload of children, 1 to go on and she just lay right down and went to sleep and never waked up “Well, there they were—too far from their old home to go back to that, and @o far from the Ore | gon country that ft seemed they could hardly go on. “The older children did the beat they coukl for the baby, bat they didn’t have any cows and tn those days there waan't any baby food or canned milk and It looked as if the baby would starve because it was much too little to eat the beans and potatoes and bacon and things the older folks ata “So greaterentgrandmother «id, ‘Bring me that poor baby. I wif divide my babter’ milk with ]/ “And afl the rest of the trip | she nureed and cared for the two woe haliesa “Now, the baby’s father waan't going to the same part of the country to which great-great grandmother's family were going, so he had to just leave his baby wrt | SOME PLACE! SHE WANTS To 6o! WE wn. EVIEW VESTEQOIS LESSON OW PLANT AND ANIMAL LIE - ALEK You WERE ABSEMT BuT f WALL CALL ON VOU To ANSWER Confessions of a Bride Copyrighted, 1921, by the Newspaper Enterprise Association “We dont know what your captor @i4, but we must admire his effi | concy,” said Bob, “And his apeet!” “Etienne would have stuck where 1 told him ti doomaday™ put in Dadé@y Lorimer. “Now I believe that whoever got rid of Etienny sent that taxi along™ “Pxactlyt And if they couldn't hold us in the cellars, they planned to hold us up on the boulevard” “So that's why you forced him to take the old rond at the ‘Y.’ I sup pom by this time we'd all have beer In the diteh—" “And dead! More than that junk GO OUT AND SHOW aaa OFF — Bie iM FOR MEP To SHOW OFF? WHERE DOES WE FLOCK OF CROWS! 1 GOT A NEW PAIR OF RUBBERS FOR MY BIRTHDAY PRESENT AND MY WIFE GOT TWO NEW HATS! VD LOOK GGOD IN A SPOT LGHT,! wouLD! THRILL COME an it | yi RISE AND TELL THE CLASS WUAT "TUE UIGMEST FORM oF mA uFE K eee \ H is at stake W4 found out about the arms concealed in the cellar. I wonder how we managed to escape alive, Some of the conspirators guess, Mebby he come across from Black Rim.” Bud singled out a yearting heifer, “For three years the two babies grew together in greatereat- grandmother's new home, and don’t ever remember how many children that mother had, but it | was very many and an they! approzimately ‘a9 feet long. south tuanels Tiprom Jerscy te t eek he Church Terminal Duildings (Cortlandt, Yarch and Fulton sts.), New York were started May 5, 1905, opencd forattic July, 1909. ‘They consist ofgco tudes @dout 5,950 fect long wikeast iron rings, 16 feet 7 inches O&4e diam- inside , Dear Miss Grey: Was tle ever “any species of tiger in anyprt of the Americas? BUVeER. Sabre-toothed tigers (0 sabre toothed cats) comprise @ reup of fossil cat-like mammals, aracter- | teed chiefly by enlargeme of the “pper canine terth. The ter “sabre | toothed tiger” designates pdoularly Smilodon (or Machacrodus)ogacus, ® fossil cat, from the Pleistene de- | posits in South America, which Pomplete skeletons have ba found @eceeding the lion in size, % group | @ttained its highest spedteation end finally became extincin the Pleistocene period, about'559,000 years ago. A nearly alth form (Nimravus) occurs in t) Middle Miocene of Oregon. eee Drafted Men and Volunteers Dear Miss Grey: How.any sol- @iers were drafted and sw many volunteered in the World ‘ar? 1 The regular army on Ail 1, 1917, 797, andPhilippine 5,528. In addim, there Volunteera—1 03954; draft- men—2,944357. The figures obtained from the mr depart- it, but it is stated tht even at date they are subjectorevision. eee couts, Dear Miss Grey: Whic! was most pensive, the Woolwor building the giant steamer Lélathan? JURIOUS. | The Woolworth buildns cost, in lading the site, approdmetely $14,- 60,000; the Leviathan cot to bulld pproximately $8,000,000. ‘ REOLO TRENGTH all let Stopper noms ft out beyond the bunch and drove it close to the bosa. “Better look that one over,” he calied ovt. “One way, it looks Ike AJ, ard another way I couldn't name t% And the ear looks as if about half of it had been frozen off. Didn} want to run it into the cut unti you pamed on it.” Part looked firet at Bud, and he locked hard. Then he inspected the yearling, Dirk close at hie heels, “Throw ‘er back with the bunch,” ihe ordered. “That tinishes the cut, then,” ud announced, Bart grunted. “Dirk, you take a look and see if they've got ‘em all. And you, Kid, can hetp haze the cut up the flat—the boys ‘li show you what to do.” Bud hesitated. “I've got a camp down here by the creek,” he said “If it's all the same to you, I'll re port for working in the morning, if you'll tell me where to head for. And I'll have to arrange somehow to pasture my horses; I've got a couple more at camp.” Bart studied him for a minute “The Muleshos ranch i» np there agin that pine mountain,” he ex- plained. “Bring along your outfit. I guess we can take care of a cou ple of horses, all right.” CHAPTER VIIL The Muleshoe The riders of the Muleshoe outfit were eating broakfast when Bud rode past the long, low-reofed log abin to the corral which stood nearest the clutter of stables and sheds. He stopped there and waited to see if his new “boss was any where in sight. A sandy complex. foned young man with red eyelids and no lashes presently emerged from the stable and came toward him, his mouth sagging loosely open, his eyes vacuous. The youth's eyes became fixed upon the guitar and mandolin cases roped on top of Sunfish’s pack, and he pointed and gobbled someghing which had the sound of speech with out being intelligible. Bud made nothing of the jumble and rode off to the cabin, leading Sunfish after him. He heard sounds within the cabin, but no one appeared until he shouted “Hello? twice. The door opened then and Bart Nelson put out his head, his jaws working over @ mouthful of food that seemed tough. “Oh, it's you. Cm awn in an’ eat,” he invited, and Bud dismount ¢4, never guessing that his slightest | motion had been carefully observed from the time he had forded the creek at the foot of the slope be- yond the cabin. (To Be Concluded Tomorrow) “STUDY WITH AN:EXPERT | terlouk voice. Business Gllege bumped along over the rough traf) she got more tired every day. “She had a tiny wee baby, too, and it was awfully ead because at last the mother got too tired rare ADVENTURES OF THE Clive Roberts The monkeys gave a ery of ji Upon hearing a strange voice aay that the moon was leaning against an old stump on the ground, the two circus monkeys slid down the cocoa- nut tree like firemen down a greased pole, If the moon was anywhere around, they didn’t want to miss tt. “Where ix it? Where is the moon?” they asked. “Here! Heref” answered the mys “Down at your feet." Flippety-Flap busy, and o had upon thelr arrival « the circus monkeys lived. First, the fairyman took out the large, round mirror he had brought in one of his great shoes, and out of the other shoe he took the rice they had brought from China, After that he made a #mali hole in the ends of. two cocoanuts and filled them with the rice. The cocoanuts he then hid. Next, the three travelers hid them- selves behind the mirror and had just got settled when the monkeys came @liding down “Here's the moon Fiap. Mr, and Mrs, Monkey, particularly Now, Mrs, Monkey, gave a ery of Joy when | they saw it ‘Oh, you dear moon!" she cried. “I always knew you were a looking glass. perfectly now. Justgas I thought~ I'm the most beautiful creature on earth.” And she started to primp tn- dustriously But Mr, Monkey was interested in the place where | I can see myself | | they didn’t even know what had become of the baby’s father, “Then one day he came and maid he had searched and search. ed ‘till he found her; then he took her to his own new home to live.” Shed TWINS Barton ‘oy when they saw the mirror. other things, He was hungry. “Can ‘You tell me, O Moon, where I can find some nice white rice?” he asked. Fuppety-Flap, behind the mirror, winked at Nick, and answered loud- ly, “Yea, Mr. Monkey, that I can. Look under the bolo-bish for two co- coanuts, And then look inside the cocoanute.” Mr, Monkey skedaddied over to the bolo-bush, and Mrs, Monkey left her | primping and followed. ‘There, on the ground, were the two large cocoanuts, and in the end of | each wag a hole, Mr. Monkey picked | Jone up, curiously, and stuck in his | hand. (To Be Continued) must have blundered?” Then Daddy contributed this bit of gloom! “IT bet there’s a emall army of |ruffians out in the park, by this time! “Well, if you won't throw stuff to the—the wolves, the then let's hide it,” I suggested. “Put some of it in my sugar-box, and in the flour barrel, and the laundry tubs, and the waste baskets! Then fll up the casket with flat trons! And we'll put it in the safe in Bob's “If that wfl amuse you girls, go to it,” agreed my husband. “I'm afraid to move out of thir room alone,” I confessed. “You boys help us.” concealing ropes of pearls in music rolls, and diamond lavalileres in the cake-box, we had chances to peek from the windows at safe” angles. The carth was white in the moon- light. Nothing moved in the Lort mer park. Our fear seemed absurd. When we had assembled once more in the living room, Daddy proposed ’ “Cards—for an hourt Cignreta! AND champagne” “No more champagne tonight” I sald “Cruel dame, consider! We who are hbout to die, sal—" IT am sure that Daddy will meet death with a joke, When he perceived that I was going to be firm, he grew properly serious “You boys can't run for help, but Rob has got plenty of guns. Maybe the girls can help a little. And we can stave ‘em off until daylight. I guess you'll take my advice, son, and install that private wire con- necting you with the station house.” Daddy could not get over bad man agement, wherever spotted. ‘We've plenty of gums,” Bob said “Chrys can shoot even’ if she can’t talk. So can Jane! How about you, Kath?” At last the moonlight faded out. We darkened the house, and pre- tended to retire. Bob distributed the arma, Spence sat close to Chrys. He was watehful, devoted, solicitous, Finally (Copyrigit, 1921, N, EB, A. Famous Wash Heals Skin edy, will remo tiona, and that intolerable Itching, burning, and discomfort will dix- appear under the magic of this remedy. Hundreds testify it has healed casen pronounced incurable. Wo manrantoe the first bottle to bring you relief. Try D. ic, 600 and $1.00, he placed a comforting hand on hers —and forgot to take it away. ‘ I rejoiced to be close to my own man ohce more, It was for the last mie, I told myself. As our dim figures grew clearer tn the darkness, I percetved that Kath erine never took her eyes from Bob and me. A faint rattle at a French window made us listen, [Skin Troubles As we wandered about the house, | “Sit tight,” Bob whispered to me “Remember—if anything happens to me tonight, that I've always loved you, my darling!” (To Be Continued) (Copyrighted, 1921, NN. B. A) Millions Use “Gets-It” F or Corns where needs to of folks have al- ut “Get the guaranteed painless corn remover. Any corn, no matter how deep rooted, departs quickly when “arrives. Wonderfu pply wonderful, stops with the fir Got rid of wear shoes that fit. ply make corns grow bis money back if “Gets-It" fa on the genuine. Costs ‘a trifle everywhere. Mfd. by B. yrence & ig shoes sim- er. Your le. Insist Co, Chicago, Sold in Seattle hy the Ow! 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