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By ELSA S. GRANT
c McClure Newspaper syndicate. I
WNU Service. j
EOItGIE ULAKE stood before
bis dresser mirror adjusting
a lemon colored tie adorned
with red spots that matched Ills red
hair.
Georgle was In a deep reverie
brought on by the summer weather,
the young people's luwn party, and
Miss Mabel Porter.
Georgle was preparing early to
escort Mabel to the lawn party that
afternoon, when a penetrating call
from below stairs punctured his
reverie.
“Georgle 1”
“Yeh, Ma?" He patted his tie,
not yet fully conscious of his sur
roundings.
"Your Aunt Cora Just phoned
and I told her you'd take care of
the twins this afternoon. You'd bet
ter go right over and get them.”
The beatlilcexpression on Georgie’s
face disappeared Instantly and was
replaced by one of Intense horror.
He dashed out to the stair bead.
"But, hey, Ma, what about the
lawn party?” he called anxiously.
“Gee-whls I can't miss that I Good
night I”
“You can take the twins with
you,” his mother answered from
the kitchen.
"What!”
Georgle raced down the stairs.
“Hey, Ma, I can’t take those kids
to the lawn party. Gee-whlz,
wouldn't I look swell draggln’ those
brats around 1”
“Bertie and Bertha are not brats,
Georgle Blake," his mother said
sharply. “They’re your first cous
ins, and you should be more respect
ful."
“Yes’m,” Georgle agreed meekly.
He mooched Into the front hull
and picked up the telephone.
The lawn party was out.
Why, If he appeared at that fiesta
with Bertie and Bertha there would
be an Instant riot, with the guests
leaving immediately by the most
accessible exits.
People do not remain In the pres
ence of those five-year-old terrors
any longer than necessary.
Georgle dialed a number while
he stood knee deep In the ashes of
his ruined day.
“Hello?” The musical voice be
longed to Miss Mabel Porter.
“Hello, Mabel," Georgle said,
brightening with a sudden Idea. “I
Just called you up to ask If you
wouldn't like to go on a picnic this
afternoon.”
“Picnic?” Mabel sounded puzzled.
“What for?"
“Well, I don’t think the old lawn
party will amount to much,” Georgle
said. "Besides," he went on cas
ually, “I have to take care of the
twins and I was thlnkln’—”
“Not those terrible twins, Georgle?”
“Uh-huh,” George moaned. He
could feel the air on the wire grow
chilly.
“Well, really, Georgle,” Mabel said
at last, “I ought to go to the lawn
party after planning and every
thing. Ferdy Hoyt wants me to go
with him, so I guess I'd better.”
“All right," Georgle said, "but 1
hope he gets ptomaine poison!”
Georgle put down the telephone.
Ferdie Hoyt was the last bitter
drop In Georgle's brimming chalice.
Ferdie was the son of Elston’s
leading banker and citizen, and
since his return from school for
the summer months had been cut
ting In on Georgle's time with Ma
bel.
Is It any wonder that Georgle was
blind to the sunshine and the birds
as he set out to collect his charges?
Bertie and Bertha behaved prop
erly until three o’clock In the aft
ernoon and they escaped Into thin
air.
Georgle set out In search of them
with a dire warning from his moth
er ringing In his ears to the effect
that If the twins caused any dam
age he’d have to pay for It out of
his own pocket.
Twenty minutes later he found
Bertie and Bertha In Judge Bllnt's
front yard. ,
They were seated In the Judge’s
hot-beds yanking tulip blooms up
by the roots.
Georgle clung to the fence for
support at the sight of this de
struction of horticultural prizes.
There was a familiar sign on the
fence: "Beware of the Dog."
It referred to Judge Bllnt’s Rip
per, a bulldog with generous teeth
and a short temper.
“You come out of there 1” Georgle
ordered.
“Won’t 1" the twins chimed. Tu
lips curved In the air like colored
comets. George moaned.
"Old ltlpper’U get you,” he
warned.
“Ain’t no dog! Ain't no dog!”
the twins chanted singsong.
And to every appearance they
were right
Georgle looked carefully around
and put a cautious leg over the
fence. In another moment he
swooped down on the twins.
Immediately there began a dizzy
race and a tremendous uproar.
Georgle shouted, the twins
shrieked, and suddenly into the
midst of the turmoil came the thun
derous roars of Ripper.
There was a scramble for the
fence In which Georgle was hope
lessly outdistanced by the twins,
ind as they stood peering through
the palings shouting encourage
ment Ripper closed his jaws on
the stern of Georgle’s flannels. There
was a ripping sound as he climbed
over and a disappointed bulldog
dropped back Into the yard.
It Is a matter of historical detail
to report that there was an ex
panse of Georgle's new silk under
wear showing and It was a bril
liant orange.
Perceiving the look In Cousin
Georgle's eye as be climbed the
fence Bertie and Bertha left the
vicinity In a hurry.
Georgle set off In pursuit.
An old man waving a cane
shouted: “Bravo! Bravo!” after
him, but he didn't stop.
The chase was short, and Just ns
Georgle was about to grasp Bertie
and Bertha by their collars they
turned into the high hedged
ground of the First Baptist church
and charged full tilt Into the midst
of the young people’s lawn party.
Unerring Instinct led them to
Ferdy lloyt and Mabel Porter.
In full cry Georgle burst Into the
middle of the curious guests before
he realized his whereabouts.
He became conscious of Mabel's
hotly accusing eyes.
•Tensing little children,” she cried.
“Shame on you, Georgle!”
“I—” Georgle gulped, trying not
to noticeably sit on his hands.
The twins, quick to perceive the
turn of events, began to run a mad
circle around the group, shrieking.
“Judge Bllnt’s dog bit Georgie's
pants! Judge Bllnt's dog bit
Georgie’s pants 1”
Where there had been titters be
fore there was now open lnughter.
A rasping voice penetrated the
laughter.
“What’s this? What's tills?” The
elderly man, who had shouted
“Bravo I" at him came elbowing
his way through the crowd. He
was Seymour Hoyt, Ferdy’s grnml
fnther. He peered at Georgle with
nearsighted eyes.
“Upon my word," he cried,
“you’re the young man I saw res
cue those two children from Judge
Bllnt’s vicious dog.”
“Well," Georgle began, “I didn’t
exactly—”
“Now, now, young man,” Old Sey
mour Hoyt exclaimed, “there’s no
call for modesty over a brave deed
well done.”
He glared at the group.
“I doubt,” he snapped, “If there’s
one of you would have risked life
and limb ns this young man did
this afternoon. Such bravery is—
is—"
“Hey, Mr. Hoyt,” Georgle began
uneasily, I—"
"You shut up,” Old Seymour or
dered testily.
He took Georgle by the arm.
“We'll go up to the house,” he
said, meanwhile glaring at the
abashed lawn party. “If you people
will excuse us,” he said, “we gen
tlemen will leave you.”
As they started away Old Sey
mour handed his large tweed cap
to Georgle. “For mercy’s sake,
young mnn," he hissed, "cover up
that underwear. IUs the only tiling
I have against you!”
Cattle Driving Declines,
but Sheep Still Use Legs
The western trail herd still ex
ists, but today It Is composed of
sheep and not cattle, with num
bers driven regularly exceeding the
count of the most famous old trails,
observes a Phoenix (Arlz.) United
Press writer.
It’s a faux pas, of course, to men
tion sheep and cattle in one breath
(to a cattleman), but the former
still are featured In big drives—
In fact the business of sheep driv
ing has grown, while cattle are
moved by rail. It's largely a mat
ter of very simple business.
Cattle lose weight when driven
cross-country. Cows are valuable
not by the hoof but by the beef
steak, with thick steaks bringing
more money. The money crop of
sheep Is their wool, which can’t be
walked away.
So today some 300,000 complain
ing “woolies” are taking the long
trek from southern pnstures In and
about the Salt river valley to north
ern Arizona, where they will wait
out the summer at high altitudes,
whose ranges are not withered by
the desert sun.
The business of trail driving has
become a big Industry. The gov
ernment set aside regular strips for
sheep to follow as they go north
and as they return south. Some
make a round trip of 400 miles.
Trails followed are as old as the
Industry. They are picked orig
inally because of advantages of
feed and water, and once set by
custom receive governmental sanc
tion. Homsteadlng or script pur
chase of land in the sheep “strips”
Is forbidden.
Fallowing the drives demands
alertness and sacrifice on the part
of the herders. Mountain lions are
not a myth, but are plentiful In
parts of the sheep range. Wild dog
packs are a menace In the Salt
river valley and may kill scores In
a night’s orgy. Coyotes are pres
ent everywhere, vigilant to take
stragglers.
Young Quail Aro Active
The quail is one of the few birds
that run as soon as hatched, lie
can muke short flights when he is a
week old. The down on the chicks
disappears when they are about
twelve weeks old, and until then It
Is almost Impossible to determine
their ses. From the beginning
they demonstrate the Independence
which make them one of the most
sought-after game birds In tbs
country.
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