Illinois' Largest Land Owner Busy on His Farm
ARl’KIt SIBLEY, head of the United States Chamber
of Commerce, although n banker by profession, owns
a 4,000-acre ranch in California, a 350-acre farm near
Rochester, N. Y., and is the largest Individual land owner
In Illinois. IBs corn farm in that state, at Sibley, Is the
lnrgest in the world. lie Is shown here at his work.
Bedtime Story for Children
By THORNTON W. BURGESS
DANNY’S HOME COMING
IIEN the first Jolly Sunbeams
came stealing through the Green
Forest, Danny Meadow Mouse began
to be unensy. He was thoroughly rest
ed and the dangers of the dreadful
night were already forgotten. Per
haps I should not say that they were
forgotten, for, of course, that Isn’t
quite true. Hut Danny had quite put
them out of his mind. That is the
way with the little people of the Green
Forest and the Green Meadows. Dan
gers that are past are not worth think
ing nbout. They must keep their minds
clear for possible dangers to come.
So Danny’s thoughts were not of what
he had been through, but wore wholly
of getting home.
He thanked his cousin, Wldtefoot,
for all the latter had done for him and
then climbed out of the hollow stump
nnd once more started for the Green
Meadows nnd home. As long as he
was in the Green Forest he was anx
ious. He didn't feel at home there.
He didn't know what to expect. He
imagined nil sorts of dangers. Hut the
Instant he reached the edge of the
Green Meadows his heart became light.
He still had a long way to go and
many things might happen before he
reached that snug little home nnd
Nanny Meadow Mouse and the babies.
But Danny’s heart was light, for on
the Green Meadows he knew just what
to do and where to go. He could see
Redtall the Hawk sailing round and
round, high in the blue, blue sky. He
knew that Itedtall was watching with
those wonderful eyes of his for a fat
Meadow Mouse, but that didn’t worry
Danny In the least. You see, he knew
Just how to keep out of sight.
After a while he reached one of Ids
own private little paths. The brown
grass hung over it making a regular
little tunnel of It. Danny scampered
along as fast ns his short legs would
take him and so presently he reached
Ills snug, safely hidden little home.
The half-grown children raced out to
meet him to see If he had brought
them something. Inside, the babies
were having an after-dinner nap. Of
Nanny Meadow Mouse there was no
6ign. You see, Nanny was out getting
her own dinner. It was while he wait
ed for her that Danny began to won
EYOU Know—
i—-1
That Easter probably derives
its name from Eastre, a Sax- ^
on goddess? In the ancient
church, the celebration of
Easter lasted an octave (8
days). During that time alms
were dispensed to the poor—
slaves received their freedom
and the people gave them
selves up to enjoyment.
© McClure Newspaper Syndicate.
WNU Service.
der how ever he would he able to ex
plain his long absence. He suspected
that Nanny would be very cross, very
cross. Indeed. lie suspected that he
was due for n scolding, such a scolding
as only Nanny's sharp tongue could
give, lie knew that he deserved it.
He was glad, ever so glad, to he home,
but he felt most uncomfortable.
By and by, as he sat just outside
his snug little home, he heard foot
steps hurrying along one of the pri
vate little paths. It was Nanny hur
rying home to her babies. When she
saw Danny she stopped short and
stared at him as If she thought her
eyes were playing her tricks. Then,
Instead of the sharp words he expected
and knew he richly deserved, Nanny
rushed to him crying, “Oh, Danny, I'm
so glad i I’m so glad! I thought you
were dead!” And Danny Meadow
Mouse knew then how great Is love.
© T. W. Burgess.—WNU Service.
TAPIOCA ICE CREAM
MOW that the mechanical refriger
' ator lias become such an every
day affair, we are learning new ways
of economy in foods ns well as energy.
The use of quick-cooking tapioca lias
become common in the preparation of
soups, omelets, berry pies and meat
loaves, but now comes the thrilling
discovery of what this versatile ingre
diet can do for ice cream. With tlie
use of tapioca, a velvety smooth
cream can lie made without the bother
of cranking tlie freezer. Vet no more
cream is required tlinn for tlie mix
ture which must be stirred.
Simply prepare the mixture, set the
control for freezing desserts and for
get all about it until the freezing Is
complete. For tiiose who have no me
chanical refrigerator, turn the mix
ture into a mold, pack in ice and salt
and let stand for four or five hours.
Formerly recipes of the mousse
type, with a large proportion of cream
have had to lie used in order to get
UESTION BOX
by ED WYNN, The Perfect Fool !
Dear Mr. Wynn:
Wo are getting up a raffle for a
poor man in our neighborhood, nnd I
have been asked to write to you to ask
if you won’t buy some chances.
Truly yours,
BENNY FACTOR.
Answer: I don't want any chances,
as I wouldn’t know what to do with
a poor man if I won one.
Dear Mr. Wynn:
I have read a great deal lately about
bigamy and bigamists. Am I not right
when I say “If a mun hns one wife too
many he Is a bigamist?”
Yours truly,
DELLA WARE.
Answer: You are not right. I know
a man who has only oIff- wife, nnd
only the other day he told me that
although he Is married to one woman
he has one wife too many; yet, you
can see, he has not committed bigamy.
Dear Mr. Wynn:
I hear so many Jokes about matri
mony that I often wonder If any of the
things I heard have nny truth behind
them. For instance, are all married
people unhappy?
Sincerely,
i. nisii.
Answer: No, only the men.
Dear Mr. Wynn:
I am secretary of the Ladles’ In
quisitive Auxiliary, an association de
voted to looking Into other people’s
nffalrs. We need some money so have
decided to give a novelty party In the
Town hall. Have you ever heard of a
White Elephant Party? If so please
describe it in detail, will you?
Sincerely,
SABAH TOGA CHIPS.
Answer: A “White Elephant Party”
Is a pnrty where the ladies are sup
posed to bring any little thing that is
around the house which they can find
no use for, and yet is too good to
throw away. Ladies cannot bring their
husbands.
Dear Mr. Wynn:
I know a boy who likes to show oft
when thera Is a crowd around. He
plays the saxophone very poorly yet be
always brags about his playing. He
said that when the I’rince of Wales
was over here that the prince attended
an amateur performance and the prince
commanded him to appear, with Ids
saxophone, before him. Do you be
lieve him?
Yours truly,
CLAltA KNETT.
Answer: What your boy friend
means is simply this: lie appeared,
with ills saxophone around 9 o’clock
and ttie prince did not arrive at the
performance till 10 o’clock. Therefore,
he really appeared before the prince.
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THE COUNTY
FAIR
By ANNE CAMPBELL
I ■ ■ '■ 1 . I '■ 1 ■ - ■ .... V
Til 10 apple that hung on the gnarled
brown bough
And dreamed of perfection the sum
mer through,
Is wearing a blue satin ribbon now;
Our Grandfather’s peaches won first
prize, too.
The biggest of pumpkins, the grandest
squash
Have taken their place In tho rustic
square;
And Granddad may tease ami declare
It’s bosh,
But Grandmother's Jam won first
prize at the fair.
There are quilts with patterns so In
tricate,
You would scarcely believe a wom
an's hands
Could fashion a comforter delicate
As the varied tints of a rainbow's
bands.
There's embroidery tine as a cobweb
spun
On a rainy day In a spider's lair;
And many a task that was bravely
done
Last year Is now at the county fair.
The pickles and pies and the cakes
and jell,
examples of home and the kindly
art
Of women who, doing a small thing
well,
Learn to tackle life with a Joyous
heart 1
And deeper than you and 1 see dis
played
Goes the evidence of their loving
care . . .
The symbols of beauty In homes
they've made
Are plainly In view at tlie county
fair.
Copyright—WNU Service.
satisfactory results In the texture,
without stirring. All cream desserts
are too rich as well as costly to serve
for the average housewife, also are
too rich for the children and adults
after a heavy dinner.
Chocolate Ice Cream.
Take two squares of unsweetened
chocolate cut Into pieces, add to two
cupfuls of milk in a double holler and
heat. When the chocolate is melted
beat with a rotary beater until well
blended, add throe tablespoonfuls of
quick-cooking tapioca, one-fourth tea
spoonful of salt and cook until clear
and thickened, stirring frequently.
! Add one-half cupful of sugar and four
tablespoon fills of light corn sirup;
cook until all are well blended, then
cool. Strain the mixture by stirring,
not rubbing through a tine sieve. Chill.
Add two tablespoonfuls of sugar to
two beaten egg whites and fold into
the mixture. Add one cupful of cream
whipped and two teaspoonfuls of
vanilla. Turn Into tiie freezing tray
and freeze as rapidly as possible.
Three to four hours are required.
Lacking the refrigerator, pack in Ice
and salt fur several hours.
© Western Newspaper Union.
Coldest Place in World
Water thrown from a bucket freezes
solid before It touches the ground In
OI-Mekon, a town In East Siberia,
where the usual temperature Is minus :
102 degrees Fahrenheit. This is stated '
I to be the coldest place In the world.
Modern Betsy Ross Makes a Flag
MISS BETSY BOSS, (laughter of Mr. and Mrs. William E. Boss, nt work
on an American flag for the colonial village which Is being built at Up
per Lake Mohawk, N. J,
LIFE’S
LITTLE
JESTS;
DIDN’T SEE IT
The golfer stepped tip to the tee and
drove off. The ball sailed straight
lown tlie fairway, leaped onto the
green and dived Into the hole.
“What have you suddenly gone
razy about’;" asked the golfer's wife,
who was trying to learn something
about the game.
"Wiiy, I just made a tioie In one!"
veiled the golfer, a wild gleam of de
light in his eyes.
"Did you, said tils wife placidly.
Do it again, dear. I didn’t see you.”
- Stray Stories Magazine.
FAIR AND WARMER
—
First Reporter—1 ran the "I lmv To
1 Keep From Catching Cold" column
1 during the winter.
Second Reporter—What are you do
ing now?
First Reporter—In charge of the
I low To Keep Cool" column.
Sunk
Two old settlers, confirmed bachel
! ors, sat in the backwoods. The con
versation drifted from politics and
j tinally got around to cooking.
"I got one o' them cookery books
•nee, hut I never could do nothing
I with it.1'
1 “Too much fancy work in it, eh?"
"You've said it! Every one o’ them
recipes began the same way: Take
‘ a clean dish—’ and that settled me."—
Modern Woodsman.
Only an Intelligent Look
Porter— Where's your trunks, sir?
Salesman—I use no trunks
Porter—But I thought you iviiz one
• r them travelin’ salesmen.
Salesman—I am. but I sell brains,
tnderslund? I sell brains.
Porter—'Souse me, boss, but you Is
de furst fella that's been here who
ain't carrying no .samples.—American
Mutual Safety Bulletin.
She Had ’Em
Having need of some small change,
' the mistress of the house stepped to
the top of the back stairs.
"Bessie," she said to the maid be
low. “have you any coppers down
there?"
“Yes'm— I wo,” faltered Bessie, "hut
they’re my cousins, please, m’m."
Willing to Help
“Will you help a street cleaner who
mis nothing to do, sir?”
“Sure. I'll he glad to throw some
thing in your way."
CHOICY (?)
Did you over love another giri .s
or do me?"
"Never, no other girl 1 ever met
•voirid let me.”
Too Few Word*
‘‘Mrs. Angus McTavish seems to Ire
Having art awful time writing her tele
gram."
"Yes. Eire's trying to tell her Itus
hund whrrt she thinks of him in ten
words."
No Experimenting
Darling ‘ in tender tones, lie cried.
"1 never loved Irirt thee!”
“Then »e must part," the maid re
eled.
"No amateurs for me.”