The evening world. Newspaper, July 3, 1920, Page 9

\ ? JULY 3, 1920 | Pansy Raps on Father Grizzles’s Door! The Monster Bear Wants to Eat Pinky- Panky, but Smiles on the Little Girl This Is Another Insiulment of the | ROUMANIAN QUEEN’S FAIRY TALES | SATURDAY, Pansy’s Fears Upon Seeing the Big Brown Bear Arc Banished When She Observes How the Imp Talks Back to the Forest Monarch. By Marie, Queen of Roumania. SY, riding on the pony, Sunshine, and her companions, Pinky-Panty and Tim, had reached very uneven ground. The trees grew more irregularly and gray rocks were scattered between them like sleeping monsters. The scenery was much wilder, and here and there were patches of beather, rusty and tough, réserving their bloom for the autumn season. tka “We are coming quite near to Father Grizzles's door,” whispered Pinky- “Isn't this charming little beast. Panky excitedly, “Pansy, little Pansy, are you prepared for any adventure?” “I think I am,” said Panay bravely, but just a shade of hesitation could be heard in her voice, “Bears have their habits,” said the Imp. “Are you sure he won't be hungry?” inquired Pansy anxiously, “because if be is hungry I think I would rather visit him another time.” “Little Pansy, little Pansy, don’t let your heart slip into your shoes— your nice, round, goft little heart—it | Pansy felt her, but she was Ashamed to. run aS be a pity: gw away bec: of Pinky-Panky; he “E feel it beating in its usual place,” was ever ao much smaller and yet he sald Pansy, Yonly it’s rather in @ showed no nervousness at all, hurry.” Pinky-Panky was an elf and not “Oh, then all's well! Stop here and really a little human boy. jump off your horse, because the last “Does some one want me?” came little bit we had better do on foot.” the bear's rumbling voice, but some- After a short climb Pansy and her how it sounded good-natured in spite companion found themselves before @ of it's gruffness. ly, nolaly, as if something heavy and shapeless had been hurled against it. Pansy sprang back with a muffled cry of fear and there, gazing at her with hanging head, was a huge gray- brown bear, a real monster of a bear! Pansy felt her legs tremble beneath low door fixed between two rock: mouldy looking door, gray, weath beaten, but awfully solid. A heavy, rusty irom ring hung in the middle as knocker. “You must knock with that rusty * said the Elf. ust 12” Yes, of course you must,” insisted Pinky-Panky; “I suppose you want to know if he is at home? “T especially would like to know if he is hungry,” confessed Pansy. Pansy lifted the heavy ring and let it fall with a bang against the door, Tt made am uncanny sound. ") hope he is not: bungry,” said \ Pansy again. Paryqud sound of shuffing could now be distinguished and the door trem! ied a little on its hinges; thén all at once it was pushed open rough Suto Prem Publishing Co, sw “Fork reaing World.) MPORTED hate, which summer fons, yature is the profuse use of organdy. me mode! has the brim of machine olyced fluted organdy. © in rose drgandy he> > crown of small, pink velvct flowers. A black has a brim of embroidered white or- gandy. A javender organdy hat has bows of the same fabric around the crown, At “le recent white sales it was ap- it parent that women prefer the simple, well-made garment to the cheap lace-triu....d article, better fabric, although ments ‘rere not 80 trimmed, Discerning women flimsy lace, ‘The blouses shown in the shops are almost without exception of w con- trasting color to the skirt. A gray skirt has a flowered voile blouse in goft rose and gray tones. A white elk ‘show the trend of coming faot.~ large in size, mostly with tooping brimsy and the outstand!ng straw hat They willingly paid the difference in price for the these gar- elaboracely have come to realize that ribbons and a bit of hand embroidery are just as pretty and, far more durable than rt skirt is displayed with a fiag-biue biousa, “I's me,” sald Pansy, but her voice broke off with a sort of a squeal. “Who is me? "I'm Pansy, I'm a little girl—and I'm looking behind doors, if you please.” “You are pretty,” said the bear. “The color of your hair is like heather honey.” “Oh, but it's not honey!” y. “It's not sweet at all!” I'm not hungry,” growled Father jazles. “Tam so pleased you're not! Pansy in a tone of utmost relief. “We are very happy to find you in such good disposition, Father Griz- zles," said the Imp. think I've seen you before, you little red fellow,” said the bear, “or was it one of your brothers? | You are all so alike! To-day you look like a big strawberry. I'm very fond of strawberries.” “I think [look and taste more like red pepper,” laughed the Imp. “Shall I have a try and see which you most resemble?” asked the great animal, and there was a sort of smile upon his heavy face. “It would be a waste of time,” laughed the imp. “I would tickle your inside with the point of my cap, and would make you feel awfully sick!” “Oh, we—then, we won't try to- day, ed the grizzly beast, “but 8 that very charming little lady going to come into my house “Don't you call it your den?” asked Pansy No, I don’t: that's a rather rude way of speaking of my home. It sounds dark and damp and dirty, and my. house is very nice; come in and see.” “You are sure you'll let me go away again if I want to?’ asked Pansy, with a last remnant of distrust. The bear raised his head and looked at her. Certainly there was some- thing like a smile on his face, or was nly @ twinkle in his-very small eye. “I am not hungry,” he repeated, ‘and if you don't behave Mke a cowardly little silly you'll have a reat good time inside my house: Come along!” And Pansy, feeling strangely ashamed of her suspicions, followed her formidable host into his dwelling. This was certainly a very unusual door for @ little girl to peep behind, don't you think so? Of course you want to know all about what happened to Pansy Inside the bear's house and all about Cussy, the little bear, but for that you'll have to wait until another time. “Why? Well, just because, as Dame Dammy- dimmydoo would say. 1000, by he Bell Byndionte, Ine) cried cried America’s Youngest Novelist Coming to _ New York for Inspiration and Impressions Horace A. Wade, Aged Eleven, a Suitor for Mary Pickford’s Hand, Who Toured California With Senator Hiram Johnson and Who Was a Co-. Movie Star With Judge Ben B. Lindsey, Will Tell of His Adven- tures in This Great City Exclusivelyin The Evening World. ferleeved STKISSON w by By Margucrite. Dean. EW YORK, may I introduce to you America’ Chicago young’ year-old Horace Atk! cently published book, most original and delightful a Horace World to de ibe “life e, the hadow of hievements in American literature! coming to town next week at the in a@ great city, invitation of The as seen by an eleven-year-old youngest author, eleven- t Peri whose re is one of the vening author of thrilling adventures, and his articles will be published exclusively in this paper, And for freshne to back Horace's New York princes and powers we have entertained with the precocious gift of r terests, amuses and thrills t Although Horace is the author several others-titled alluringly, ing Whisky Wolves"—although he B. Lindsey, althongh he has for Hird He is the most enthusiast ingpressions a any 8, vigor, humanity. and humor it will be safe ever collected from For he is simply Boy—ALL Boy-- down with paper and pencil what in- e boys of America not only of his pub) "The Heavy Hand of Justice” has acted in the movies with e ne on several speaking tours and campaigned m Johnson in the West, he finds time to skate h. He loves birds and animals, especially dogs fan in bageball celebrities, and thinks Sisler of St superman. One ¢ with Rabe Ruth, nothing by comparison with this honor. Trubles lror Mae Ameri He 1 re ed novel but of play ball, swim and knows many of the Louis—where he was born—a the crowning joys of his young life was He candidly admits that meeting William J. Bryan ts ent meeting MIs ci >a WRETAO RG. Another proof of his kinship with juvenile America is--or, was—his Passion for Mary Pickford. More fortunate than most of her juvenile adorers, he actually met her. Having fallen quite desperately in love, he made her promise to be his wife, to wait for him till he grew up. He was terribly upset when’ sheemarnicad Doug! and now says that his unfortunate experience with Mary has shattered his faith in women to @ large extent, . ‘There is one exception, however, to this recent growth of early cynicism regarding the sex. Horace—again like every nice American boy—idolizes his mother. ‘He calls her “honey” and whenever he speaks he insists that ste be present, since she givés him “inspiration.” He also is intensely devoted to his Teddy bear. Though worn and old, he takes it to bed with him every night, takes it with him on his speaking tours, and when he writes—lying flat on his stomach, in true boy fashion— Teddy perches by his side, @ pencil over its paws, This slender, wiry youngster, with his big gray eyes wide smile, wrote his 80,000 word novel In August, 1919, at his home in Oak Park, Ill. He spent but three weeks on the book, and it was read, chapter by chapter, to the children in the nelghborhood—the audience increasing with each chapter, But since he was six years old he has been writing stories, and reading everything on which he could lay his hands, He never nd his frank, finishes a book but he asserts, “I can write a better book than this—and I'm going to do it." When he had finished Ivanhoe he remarked to his muther, “Honey, [ find one great (ault with the style of this book. Sir Walter Scott us ‘sald’ again and again,” Horace !s a year ahead of his classes in school, being in the Eighth Grade. He loves English composition and studies akin to it, but detests mathemat “Ile comes into our midst abruptly," says George Ade, “but with all tho delightful poise of the most recent model of Young America, He wears fa football suit and needs wo elderly protectors.” In short, he belongs in the ermpeny of the boy heroes of his book, of whom Mr, Ade has written: “They seek the strenuous days and ha-ba at danger—calm im the presence of their persecutoyg; modest in victory. They are fond of food and fighting —auite Anglo-SaxOn, one might’say. Regular fellows!” 9 BY Mionwuerite MOOCIS ik Gl Copyright, 1020, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World.) AMPSON—Sam, for short—was an Star, editor of the Sovietzki somewhere east of Third Aven The barbers’ strike meant nothing in his young life, since he shaved him- self once a week and could go with- out a haircut for halt a year, Yet standing six feet and muscled like his Biblical namesake, Naturally he was immensely in de- to Reds of Fifth Avenue, damsels flippantly averred that if Sam was a sample proletariat and that there might be something to say for mand to “explain Bolshevism” the Romanti Some of thes of the proletariat, the certainly had its points, nationalization of women, “And it came to pass”—even as in the original text—"that he loved @ woman Whose name was Delilah her Junior her “Dell.” And her mother wept, for she want Dell to marry a title, Pretty cross when away from League friends c he spent an her inthe company his friends and neighbors—till now, ‘How canst thou say “I love thee,” when thine “And she said unto him: heart is not with me?” Then she whispered to him that daddie wanted to put a lot of money into Ned soon Sam found that Dell was evening ft the paper as‘soon as they were married, and “broaden its appeal.” “Ang it came to pass, when she pressed him daily with her words and urged him, so that his soul was vexed unto death"— And he wondered how on earth he could e' up and brought money in their hand, and she made him sleep"— “And hi “The Ph the future, (Doubtless he saw wrongly, but now h However, he ta really making money with his kept paper, renamed “The New Freedom. strength went from him"—the trust of his people. tines took him and put out his eyes” sees not at alll) The House of the Philistines is quite safe—so far, He goes to the barber as often as any other member of the capitalistic clans. Ang Delilah finds that Sampson makes a perfectly satisfactory husbany with heln—dad winge—clipped) ons WEEE r ask her to live east of Third Avenue and how he could support her on the present earnings of the Sovietzki Star—that he yielded—"and the lordstof the Philistines came —his vision of truth and Sate fo tneeemeenne whine nenpingeifange 2 toe nar ade “ “The gare JRimfly Goprright, 1920, of The Prews Hublising Oo, (Khe Aew Yuen Aveuing World), a we are going to go any place Hl, we'll give Gertrude a vaca- tion with us. this summer we had better (00 with ind optey teat and arrange to go soon,” gaid Mrs. sted Mr. Jare a aN Jarr, “If we don't we'll have com- take her everwhere abe pany, Uncle Henry has written that should allow tt out of her wages,” sald Mrs, Jarr. “Only I suppose she'd ob- t. She'll go and make a slave of elf for her married alster for nuth- ing, but having a real vacation with us she'll regard as work. Oh, well, T suppose It can't be helped!” So the next day, the first of the sare family’s annual outing and ga a day's excursion to the suburbs. “You carry the children’s raincagts,” said Mrs. Jarr, “Gertrude can carry their sweaters, he expects to come on a few days, and the Cackleberry girls of Phila- delphia are writing me the sweetest letters, how they long to see us again and so on. And I wouldn't be sur- prised if they turned up unannounced. So we'd better write them we are going away.” “Maybe they are only writing us to keep us from writing them that ‘lh Sntierw ad sweaters?” asked we would lke to visit,” suggested Mr. Jerr “What for Me, s0r8 “Suppose it rains?” replied Mrs. Jarr, “Do you call going to Uncle “Or suppose it's cold coming buck in Henry's farm a vacation?” asked Mra, ‘he evenin “Hurrah for the country!” erted the Jarr. “Philadelphia ts bad enough, oniidren, as after the long car ride thes but Uncle Henry is like Satan, He janded at the amusement park amid can find work for idle hands to do!” the smells of frankfurters and tho “It's no wonder,” replied Mr. Jarr. 2 ° pe i é n't we have some ice cream Uncle Henry, like all the rest Of concy, maw?" asked Willie Jarr. the farmers, can't get a hired man. = “Certainly not!" said his mother, No wonder he wants to put his sum- “How do we know what they are mer visitors to work. mae oer" < pe Na Ko? ° Can't we have frankfurters, then?” "Well, we are not going to hI® asked the boy. “Or popcorn taffy?" farm,” said Mrs, Jarr, “nor to any “No; I'm as suspicious of those as real summer resort either, a» I have I am of the ice cream!" Mra, Jarr de- no nice clothes. We'd better stay in Clared. sounds-of carrousel organs, town and take short tripe—just day's . “Now be good children,” advised " Mr. Jarr, “and you can ride on the outings. e scenic railways,” “I think you're talking very sensi- = “What did you teli them that for?" bly,” said Mr. Jarr. “Not about hav- asked Mrs. Jarr, "Don't you know ing no clothes, but about day trips near town. Then we can have a va- riety of outings, and gan come home night and have real comfort.” We could take Gertrude with us, how dangerous those roller coasters are?” “Oh, I forgot,” said Mr. Jarr. “We'll go toa quiet place und let the chil- dren play around and then we'll open tou,” suggested Mrs. Jarr, “When we the lunch boxes and plenic, go away to the country she spents “In this sun?” asked Mre, Jarr. her vacation with her married sister, “Why, they'll be terribly burned, if who runs a boarding house, And when we return and she comes: back she's so worn out with hard work that she bas to go $0 bed for & week,” not sunstruck Whereupon the children commenced to cry and Mrs. Jarr said she'd never take them on a pleasure trip again. Fairbanks two days thereafter, ie : Now—Would You Call This hi Exchange of Energy and Coin For Bric-a-Brac Profiteering? The Games of Chance Look Simple, but as Difficult to Solve as the League of Nations. Story and Pictured by Ferd G. Long. Coprrieht, 1080, by The Pree Publishing Oo. (The New York Bventne World.) EOGRAPHY says that an island is a body of land surrounded by water, Coney Isiand fr instance. The balance of the surroundings consist of a bunch of boobs bent on spending thelr money, and sur~ rounding the catch penny games of chance which are operated on the prin- ciple of getting something for nothing. You get the other end of it. The individual who operates the game gets the “something.” Profiteering may be & name for a method of getting the coin adi Dy these operators of the games that are‘running along Surf Avenug oneal & RAcE THe Morse Is ON You. the by-lanes of Coney, but a little experience in trying to beat the opera- tors of the game shows you that it is all “profit” on the one side, and ail the “tears” are those shed by the fish who bites on the bait, ‘There's goo@ Hshing in other places besides the sea. i Surf Avenue has got Broad Street skinned a mile. It's a trifle broader, that’s all. ‘The bowling ball and pin games offer wonderful opportunities for skimming 4 man's roll and providing the fellow who runs it with « comfortable pit- tance for his old age, not to empha- alze his Rolls-Royce, private yacht and incidentals to a life of ease. ‘The game goes like this: A bowling Dall is swung on a chain, Two bowl- ing pins are set up four or five inches apart. The play is to swing the ball pendulum-wise and knock down the two pins with one swipe. It's dead eusy. The fellow who runs the game shows it is by the deft way to it controlling the speed of your nag —yes you do! There are fifteen discs in a row, and fifteen persons may play at oné time. This would represent a dollar and @ half in the till. The winner gets a doli—no, not a real doll; not dollar. The operator of this diversion is a born philanthropist. ‘The bail rolling games of the Banzat Brothers wo desire to direct your no- tice toward now, You know the game, You get a lot of bric-a-brac as @ re- ward for proficiency at this art. Yes you do. For 10 cents you get a lovely hand-painted Satsuma jar eight feet high, of the Ming dynasty, We triea in which he swats the two pins at every try. Now try ft. Durn’ if ya can do it all, Try it again! It can be done, and when you do it, after having Invested a large portion of your wages in the effort, you get @ lovely foogoo-eyed baby doll to take home to .your eager and expectant family. We've tried thig game and we know. It costs you something for an eduration these days. You pay 10 cents—and then some—until edu- cation dawns on the brow, The devilish ingenuity of utilising a ball and chain as an instrument to Promote profiteering in place of its Proper use in preventing it deserves comment Another game in which the profita far exceed the bonuses is the minta. ture horse racing game. The percent - age in favor of the man who bets on this game looks like the opening at the exhaust end of a megaphone. You wager a dime on a horse and then you turn @ disc with a handle Lei] © the Waitress Copyright, 1920, by The Vrew Vubilshing Co. (The New York Bvening World.) te 6saA sald Lucile, the waitress, as the Friendly Patron wait- ed for an ant to get through with the sugar bowl, “have you ever been in Cuba?” “I was there @ month ago,” he re- plied, “Fine!” said Lucile. “Now I can wet the truth about a few things down in that town,” “Cuba's @ country. The big town is Havana.” “Havana?” came from Lucile, “I thought Havana was the name of a cigar. However, that don't make any difference in this case. You see, J don't know @ thing about Cuba, so to- day when a fella comes in here and says he's just back from there, I give & listen so's to get wised up, Well, he rambles along about all the booze and such they got down there, not having been Andersoniaed, and I listen just mentally without going into no fits about it all, But finally he gulps down a deluge of the Java and say: *“‘And Lucile, I had the pleasure o: picking some fine cicars right off the tr I says to myself. How- ever, I never have give the cigar busi- ness much thought, so I just express Sirlish interest and let him ramble, ‘Yes,’ he says. ‘I went into « cigar grove and picked dozen good amokes. ciate pardon me,’ I says, ‘but {t and got the jar all righty. You get the jar in this case when you don’t set the jar. As a problem In percentages this diversion cops the LL. D. The quota- tion runs this wise: throws, 40 center! thrown for 40-1 cent~-but remember, you got the jar, ‘These ball rolling games abound at Coney and afford a very pleasant way of giving Away money with a mini+ mum risk of any leavings. If you. hanker for China, take !t from the Japs if you can. The horse racing, mes are a problem for Sir Oliver ge or some one equally well versed in psychic forces. How Is tt that there ts always some fellow winning at these games while you stand by and wonder why it is you are not? These racing games give you a field for the play of your sportive fancy, The Island |s full of them: ‘There are bike races, camel races, airplane races and what not, Hach ‘styje of gam gives You an equal chanée to own @ oll for the price of a factory, Was you in @ twenty-five cent grove or two for a quarter? “Oh, they were good ones,’ he saya, ‘After picking ‘em I went a blowk further and found a match grove. T Picked enough matches to light the cigars and’ “‘Walt a minute!" I says. ‘I got 9 cousin who works in & match facto! and I know they make matches wi ines and everything. Yes,’ he says, ‘I believe they ao make them too. But these I picked were the kind that don’t have to be made, They grow in little packages down there.’ “As I sald, friend, I ain't very fa- millar with Cuba or any of those West Indiana countries, but I get an idea this guy is spoofing me, ‘Brother.’ I says, ‘you better corner those final three beans and wend thy way while thy is all in one piece’ He laughs and exits gracefully, isang me a Canadian dime as @ slight 1 membrance,” ¥ He was quite a spoofer,” was the Friendly Patron’s comment. “Oh, yes,” replied Lucile, “but # can get rid of the dime.” Luctle went to the kitchen, Return- ing a moment later she geemed ex+ cited. “Say,” she said, “that WAS home spoofer, Cigars don’t grow on trees. H———1, I just happened to ' remember that a clgarmaker ; mother $14 room rent. Geo,