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JENNY AND MR. WREN
ARE BUSY
J'INNY and Mr. Wren were busy.
Yes siree, they were busy. If
there were any busier little folks
anywhere Peter Itabblt couldn’t
Imagine who they could bo. You
see, every one of those seven eggs
In that nest had hatched, and seven
mouths are a lot to feed, especially
when every morsel of food must be
hunted for and carried from n dis
tance.
There was little time for gossip
now. Just ns soon ns It was light
With Seven Gaping Mouths You
Can Imagine How Busy the
Wrens Were.
enough to see, Jenny nnd Mr. Wren
began to feed those always hungry
babies, nnd with hardly time for nn
occasional mouthful themselves they
kept at It until the Black Shadows
came out from the Purple Hills.
Wren babies, like all other bird ba
bies, grow very fas nnd this means
that each one of them must have n
great deal of food every day. A
Wren baby often eats Its own
weight In food In a day, nnd nil this
food has to be hunted for and car
ried back nnd put Into the gaping
little mouths.
With seven such gaping little
mouths you can Imagine how busy
the Wrens were. Hardly would
Jenny disappear in the little round
doorway of her home with a cater
pillar In her bill than she would
pop out again nnd Mr. Wren would
take her place with a spider or a
fly. Then both would hurry awny
for something mote.
Peter tried to keep count of the
number of times they came nnd
went but soon gave It up as a bad
Job. He began to wonder where all
the worms and hugs nnd spiders
came from nnd gradually he came
to have a great deal of respect for
eyes sharp enough to find them so
quickly. He began, too, to under
stand how useful Jenny nnd Mr.
Do You Know—
That it took George L.
Hathaway, a World war
veteran, three years to con
struct a table inlaid with
50,619 pieces of wood gath
ered from all parts of the
world. He started it in 1923
while a patient in a San
Diego hospital and the only
tools used were a small saw
and a pocket knife.
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[ WNTT rtervlce
Wren were, for he knew that most
of (lie worms and cntoridllnrs mid
bugs with which they fed their
babies were very harmful to plants
and trees.
Needless to sny, Jenny was short
er tempered than ever. She had
no time to gossip and said so most
emphatically. Nor did Mr. Wren
have time to sing. Of course they
had to rest once In a while, but it
was never for a very long time.
Whenever she did stop to rest, Jen
ny looked worried. She had the
care of that big family on her mind
every minute.
So at last Peter gave up the Idea
of trying to find out from her cer
tain things he wanted to know and
hopped off to look for some one
who was less busy. He had gone
hut a short distance when his at
tention was caught by a song so
sweet and so full of little trills that
he first stopped to listen nnd then
hurried to look for the singer.
©. T VV. Butkcrs.—WNU Service.
1"HR0UGH a
WOMAN'S
EYES* NEWTON 1
BURNING THE BOOKS
I HAVE Just come across an old
Homan legend relnting how the
Uumnenn slhyl offered Tarquln the
I’roud nine books—at a price. Tar
quln refused them
The sibyl burned three of the
books—and offered him the remain
ing six. liut the price was the
samel Naturally he laughed at her.
Then she burned three more and
offered him the remainder at the
same price she had asked for the
nine. This time he paid the price.
And, of course—or there would be
no story!—the books were found to
be vitally Important mines of in
formation on Homan policy, which
he sorely needed, and the most val
uable were those that had been de
stroyed.
1 shall preach no moral on lost
opportunities. Hut thnt ancient story
does point right at so many people
we know in tills modern day, who
fall to value tilings until they be
come hard to get, until, like the
hooks offered to Tarquln, their price
has gone up.
It Is not only tht material tilings
about which we sometimes show
such a distorted sense of values. 1
am thinking more o. matters of In
terest, friendship, love.
i’eople offer us their friendship,
and we sometimes wonder what they
want of us—or pnss up thnt ofTer
that Is made so freely that It seems
cheap. Sometimes second thought
or a vagrant Inspiration Impels 11s
to pick up thnt thread; and we may
lind thnt what we thought cheap
was generosity undervalued—until
something of It was destroyed.
There are many tilings In life
about which It is costly to be casual,
or careless, or arrogant, as wns thnt
ancient ruler about hooks which
held the answer to his needs. Things
are not always valtmhle or Impor
tant In proportion to how high their
price or how easily they arc within
our reach.
<£) Bell Syndicate.—VVNIJ Service.
CULINARY KINKS
WITH mustard, pickles, chow
chow, capers, anchovy paste,
chutney and such condiments as
most housewives either put up or
purchase, there Is a great variety to
vary the sameness In sulnds and
salad dressings. These same condl I
I
Gold Coast Chief Visits London
HfeUUi is a studio portrait ol Sir Ol'orl Attu, puramount clilel of the
Gold Coast, Africa, who la on a visit to London. With him In the
photograph Is bis nine-year-old sword-bearer.
Vicst Point Cadets Get a Taste of Tent Life
FVEUY summer as a pari ol the regular routine the third and fourth-class cadets at the West Point Military
l-< academy are given a chance to live In tents at Camp Clinton. Several members of the third-year class are
here seen getting their tent ready for Inspection.
merits umy be frequently used for
ailing sandwiches or for canapes
when these Interesting foods are re
quired.
When there is crisp fresh lettuce
for the base of a salad one need not
despair. Sprinkle with rolled, fresh
ly roasted peanuts nnd serve with a
bit of shredded onion and french
dressing.
Use tender leaves of endives
sprinkled with chopped stuffed olives
and dressed with tt rngon vinegar in
tiie french dressing.
Try ripe over-sized tomatoes
stuffed with a chopped cabbage to
which a slice or two of pineapple
iinely chopped is added. Mix with
a good boiled dressing.
Nowadays with Hour prepared es
pecially for cake making, one is in
sured against coarse grained nnd
heavy cake, if rules are followed.
Folding in the stiffly beaten egg
Is another Important step, not to de
stroy the lightness by breaking
down tiie nlr cells In the egg.
For tiie hostess who wishes to
serve pies ns individual ones, there
could he nothing more attractive
than the pumpkin, the crnnberry or
the custard.
Measure time for baking into
quarters, In the Ilrst quarter tiie
cake should begin to rise, in tiie
second quarter, finish rising nnd be
gin to brown, tiie tldrd quarter
should finish browning nnd begin to
shrink from the pan, nnd tiie Inst
quarter finish baking. Test before
taking from the ovei, then cool be
fore frosting.
(ft. Western Newsnnner fnlon.
Question Box
By ED WYNN
The Perfect Fool
Dear Mr. Wynn:
Cnn you help me out? The In
side of my home has been painted
and tbe odor of fresh paint annoys
me. What shall I do to take away
the smell of the fresh paint? There
are nine rooms In the house.
Yours truly,
I. M. CHOKING.
Answer: In a house of nine
rooms use the following formula:
Fourteen pounds of onions—slice
fine ; two pieces of garlic—crushed ;
then, mixed Into onions. Place
about one and one-half pounds of
this mixture In each room. That
will take away the smell of fresh
paint
By the way—If the onions are too
strong for you Just put another
coat of paint In each room.
Dear Mr. Wynn:
Do you believe It Is right to turn
tramps away from your door?
Yours truly,
MAY B. U. KNO.
Answer: By no means turn a
tramp away from your door. Let
him sit there as long as he wishes.
Dear Mr. Wynn:
I read In a newspaper where you
mid: "The most disappointed man
rou ever met was a ehnp who has
spent six months curing himself of
halitosis' only to find out he was
mpopular anyway. Can you tell
"No matter how you look at It, a
woman’* path it nc bed of roaee,'
■ay* disillusioned Dot, “many a
girl has had a walk back from a
’"'raeback ride, too.”
e. Bell Syndicate.—WNU Service.
A MOTHER’S
LOVE
By ANNE CAMPBELL
IN MY back yard a morning
glory vine
Grows wild, and If 1 do not weed
It out,
It will destroy each pretty rose of
mine.
And spill the poppy petals all about.
Just so my love might grow on
roots ns strong
And choke each pretty (lowering
thought you hold
I must take enrol A mother’s love
Is wrong
That stifles the young bloom Its
lenves enfold.
Copyright.—WN'U Service.
WITTY KITTY
By NINA WILCOX PUTNAM
The girl chum says the traffic cop
doesn't enjoy giving out a ticket as
much as the side remarks that ac
company it.
WNU Service.
me of any other fellow who couhl
be ns nearly disappointed ns that
one? Truly yours.
I. M. NOSET.
Answer: Tes; 1 once knew a fel
low who took a hath and the next
morning he looked nil over the
house for the Sunday papers. It
turned out that It was Thursday.
He wasn't disappointed because he
couldn't find the Sunday papers,
hut his disappointment came when
he found out he had taken a bath
and It wasn't Saturday.
Dear Mr. Wynn:
We are organizing a fishing club
and we were told to have our camp
on the Delaware river across from
Wilmington. Del. We were also
told that fishing there Is wonderful.
Is It true that the fish, In thnt spot,
bite so easily?
Truly yours
ANN OI.EH.
Answer: I'll tell the world those
In White Crepe
Ltidle Parity decorates the dol
man sleeves of this handsome w hite
crepe gown with a wide band of
shining black sequins and continues
It across the back of the neck to
form the shoulder straits for the ex
tremely low back decollelage.
ftPAIPA KNOWS—|
"Pop, what Is complication?"
“Triangle.”
©. Bell Syndicate.— WNU Service.
fish bite. They are absolutely fero
cious. Why you have to hide be
hind a tree to put a worm on yout
hook.
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THE GANGSTER
By R. K. WILKINSON
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HK only way," said Pro
ducer Howard Heyward,
“to Inject realism Into a
picture Is to cast the players true
to type. By this I mean only real
mothers should play the part of
screen mothers, war veterans the
part of soldiers, cultured men the
part of gentlemen—”
“And gangsters the part of gang
sters !"
‘Kxnetly. That's the meat In the
coconut. Here we have a picture
on .which we are ready to begin
production. The feature role Is
that of a gang leader, a suave,
crafty. Intelligent, ruthless sort of
person, who lives by his «its and
holds the fate of a hundred hench
men In his hand, who is a menace
to society—hated, feared, scorned.
And who, may I ask, have you cast
to play the role? Who?"
A grin, edging on a sarcastic
grimace, twisted the corners of
Producer Heyward's mouth.
“Donald Falrweather! Of nil
people, he certainly comes the far
thest from being a gangster type!
A good actor, yes. But—if you'll
excuse my saying so—a rather ef
feminate sort of person. A master
of love scenes. Sentimental, ro
mantic, a direct appenl to the sym
pathetic Instincts of women!"
"Rot!'
Director Tod Philloon rapped the
table top and glared.
"Now Heyward, you listen to me.
I've been In the movie making
game a long time. It's ray busi
ness. I can't do anything else.
And If you'll forgive ray Immodesty,
I’ve mmle some pretty good pic
tures. If I hadn't been able to
cast my roles correctly, those pic
tures would have been flops.
"I'm not saying tlds to make an
Impression. They're facts that
can't be Ignored. You’re a bank
er. You've been out here only two
weeks, and at that only because
your bank sent you to take charge
until the company's stock was dis
posed of. It's senseless to think
you enn tell me how to make a pic
ture. It Isn't In your line. I hap
pen to have discovered Donald
Patrweather. He’s versatile. He
can play any part. If I direct him I”
• • *
Producer Heyward's face was a
dull red.
A sneer was on his lips.
“You’re quite a guy, eh, Phil
loon? Well, get this, either you get
a real gangster type to play the
role of ‘Brick’ Lagoon, or you’re
fired! There’s plenty of'em around,
go pick one out."
Director Philloon stnred through
a window and chewed his cigar.
He could not afford to lose his
joh.
Jobs were scarce.
Besides, he loved the work.
Moreover, this yotitig upstart of a
hanking mnn was only a temporary
fixture.
Within six months old man Le
vine, who knew pictures and appre
ciated Director I'hllloon’s abilities,
would be hack on the Joh.
Presently Director Philloon
turned.
"I’d like to make you a sporting
proposition. I'll go get a gangster,
a real one, true to type, and. with
your approval. I'll cast him In the
role of Brick Lagoon. I'll do my
best to build him up and If, as you
predict, he comes through, Injects
realism Into the film, we'll use
hint If he falls down, we'll play
Don Fnlrweather 1"
“Done!"
Heyward slapped the table.
He knew Philloon well enough to
he assured that the director would
try In all sincerity to make an ac
tor out of the gangster.
And It was with no little feeling
of triumph and relief that he
agreed to the proposition.
He felt certain that his own
Ideas on the matter were correct,
and that Director Philloon had a
surprise coming to him.
* * *
He stood up.
"Just one thing more, Philloon.
When selecting your man, remem
ber that this film Is netunlly a
character sketch of the well-known
gang leader, Tony Senrbo. Pick
some one who at lenst resembles
Senrbo In appearance."
"I’ll bear It In mind," Philloon
agreed.
Two days later Director Philloon
entered Producer Heyward's pri
vate office In company with a tall,
black-haired, olive-skinned youth,
who smiled almost whimsically at
the producer, but kept his hand In
his coat pocket.
“Meet 'Silver' Johnson, Heyward.
He's your gangster type, all right.”
“I’m not so sure. Acts like one,
but looks like a gigolo. Had any
experience. Silver?"
“Experience?"
“I mean have you been In the
racketeering game long? Know
any real gangsters? Ever taken
part In a gun-fight?"
“I getchn. The answer Is 'yes.'
I usta work with Scarbo."
Heyward looked pleased, then
suspicious.
“Uh, huh. Where's Senrbo now?”
“On the lam. Hidin’ out till the
Hennesey killing blows over.
They’re tryln’ to pin It on him.
Mob's scattered till Tony sends out
word for us to Join him some
place."
• • •
Heyward pursed his Ups, thought
a moment.
Then: "O. K„ Silver. We need
an actor. Gangster type. One who
can give us the real thing. You
ought to qualify If you've worked
for Scarbo. We know you can't
act. but I'hllloon will take care of
that. That's his business."
Tony Scarbo, the gang loader,
had become a national hero.
He was front page news.
Big stuff.
Glamorous.
A murderer.
It was Phllloon's plan to com
mercialize the idea.
Build a picture around Scarbo.
Sell him to the theater going pub
lic.
Even Heyward could see the pos
sibilities.
But Heyward Insisted on realism.
And you couldn't have realism
without having things real.
That’s why Sliver Johnson was
cast In the leading role.
But Sliver didn't make good.
I’hllloon knew he wouldn’t, even
though he did his best to make an
actor of the youth.
At the end of a month even Hey
ward could see that the picture
would he a flop, with Silver play
ing the lead.
Heyward blamed It on to Phll
loon.
“lie Isn’t n gangster, that's
what's the trouble. He's a dud. Put
one over on us. If he was the real
thing he could play the part."
Heyward spat and chewed his
cigar.
“You can't tell me rhai dumb
cluck Is n gangster. Gangsters nre
gorillas. This bird's a sissy. I was
doubtful from the start."
"Listen, Heyward, I'm telling you
Silver's a member of the Scnrho
mob. I know It. That's the trouble
with him. He's a racketeer, not
an actor. Acting Isn't In his line,
no more than making pictures Is In
yours. Now, take Don Falrweath
en. Don's an actor. I can make
a gangster out of him. It's his line,
and it's my line."
“Nuts! We gotta have renllsm.
We gotta have a real gnngster. We
gotta have some one who looks nnd
acts and talks like Srarbo. It’s
Scarbo we're selling, Isn't It? Well,
use your head!"
Phllloon got purple.
He was n little tired of being
told what an idiot he was.
“Listen, Heyward, we made a
(ieal. If your gangster didn't make
good, I could use Falrweather In
the picture? How about It?"
“It's 0. K. and It stnnds. But
first you gotta give a real gnngster
a tryout. Tills Sliver bird Is a dud,
a Joke. He looks about ns much
like a gnngster as I, and acts less
like one."
I'hllloon smiled, triumph and
contentment lighting his eyes.
•‘I.lsten, Heyward, you're the one
who's nuts. Try usin' your noodle
for once. Do you think for a sec
ond I could get one of Scarbo's
mob up here when they’re all on
the lam? You must be crazy. Say,
If the cops knew we had a Scarbo
man here they’d be up and third
degree him so quick you wouldn't
know what it's all about. Scarbo's
wanted by the police and wanted
hud. He knows It. too. And he's
having a tough time keeping out of
sight. So what? So he hears about
this picture of ours and comes
browsing around. He drops in at
my otllce the day after you and I
have our talk. I make a deal with
him. I show him to you. We sign
him on. Fine! He couldn't be In
a safer spot. Then you grab his
act by saying he doesn't look like
a real gangster. He’s gotta get out
and start dodging the police again.
So what? Well, Heyward, I guess
you gotta admit I'm right. Acting
Isn’t in Scarbo's line. He's a
gangster. A killer, Heyward, and
he doesn’t like you at all."
Heyward’s face was pale.
He sputtered, choked.
"Say, look here, Phllloon. Now,
listen, you better keep him on the
pay roll awhile. Sure, that's It,
keep him on. Pick your own lead,
but keep Scarbo on. I’ll leave It to
your judgment. I gotta be getting
back to New York, anyhow. Leav
ing tonight. You take things over
here, hut keep Scarbo on the pay
roll—"
Phllloon wiped his forehead and
sat down In the chair vacated by
Producer Heyward and grinned.
Some day, he told himself, he’d
have to look up tills Scarbo guy and
see what he looked like.
The Bark of the Tree
If the bnrk did not grow on the
tree the tree would not grow. In
the first place, the bark does one
or two things which are useful but
not very important. The outside of
It Is usually pretty tough, and has
become more or less dead (like the
outside of our skin), so that things
do not hurt It, nnd It protects the
living part of the tree inside. The
Inside of the bark Is the most liv
ing part of the tree, we may say;
It actually makes the tree. All the
growth of the tree In thickness Is
due* the making of the wood,
and it Is the soft living part of the
Inside of the bark that has made all
the hardest wood of the biggest and
hardest tree-trunk. Also, there are
channels In the bark through which
the sap of the tree runs, In much
the same way as the blood runs la
our blood-vessels.