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PETER SAVES A FRIEND
PETKR RABBIT sat In a thicket of
young trees on the edge of the
Green Forest. So far as he knew
he was all alone. It was very quiet
there and It wasn’t long before he
was dozing. Now, Peter Is a light
sleeper, as all little people who
never know when they may have
to run for their lives must be. By
and by he awoke with a start, and
he was very wide awake. Indeed.
Something had wakened him, but
Just what it was he couldn’t say.
For a few minutes he heard noth
ing and saw nothing. Then, near
the other edge of the thicket, he
beard a great rustling of dry leaves.
For just an Instant Peter was
startled, but only for an Instant.
His long ears told him at once that
that noise was made by some one
scratching among the leaves, and
be knew that no one who did not
wear feathers could scratch like
that.
“Now, who can that be?” thought
Peter, and stole forward very soft
ly. Presently he saw the brown
leaves which carpeted the ground
fly this way and that, and in the
midst of them was an exceedingly
It Wat Chewlnk, the Towhee, Some
times Called the Ground Robin.
busy person, just a little smaller
than Welcome Robin, scratching
away for dear life. Every now and
then he, picked up something.
His head, throat, back, and breast
were black. Beneath he was white.
His sides were reddish brown. His
tall was black and white and the
longer feathers of his wings were
edged with white. It was Chewlnk,
the Towhee, sometimes called the
Ground Robin.
Peter kept perfectly still, for It
was fun to watch some one who
hadn’t the least Idea he was being
watched. Chewlnk's feet were
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made for scratching and he certain
ly knew how to use them. For
some tl^» Peter sat there watch
ing. Just as he had about made up
his mind to make his presence
known and have a bit of morning
gossip, he happened to look out be
yond the edge of the little thicket
There he saw something red. It
was something aillve, for It was
moving very slowly and cautiously
toward the place where Chewink
was scratching, forgetful of every
thing but his breakfast. It was
Reddy Fox, and quite plainly Reddy
was hoping to catch Chewink.
Suddenly Peter thumped the
ground with his feet. It was his
danger signal which all his friends
know. Then he turned and scam
pered, llpperty-llpperty-llp, to a
bramble-tangle not far behind him.
At that thump Chewink Instantly
flew up In a little tree. Then he
saw Reddy Fox and began to scold.
As for Reddy, he looked over to
ward the bramble-tangle and
snarled.
"I’ll get you one of these days,
Peter Rabbit,” said he. “I’ll get you
one of these days and pay up for
cheating me out of a breakfast.”
Without as much as a glance at Che
wink, Reddy turned and trotted off,
trying to look ns If he had never
entertained such a thought as try
ing to catch Chewink.
©. T. W. Burses*.—WNU Service.
Dear Mr. Wynn:
I am a baker and keep a bakery
shop. 1 notice I am losing a lot of
money on tbe doughnuts I make to
sell. I can’t charge any more than
I do now for them. The reason I
lose money Is, I use too much dough
to make them with. What can I do
so ns to not use as much dough as
I use now to make the doughnuts?
Yours truly,
MacKOONS.
Answer—Make the holes In the
doughnuts larger and you won’t use
as much dough.
Dear Mr. Wynn:
I am a girl going to high school
and I met a boy whom I like real
well. He takes me home every day.
He seems to be very nice, but his
hands and neck always look un
clean to me. I am fifteen years of
age, and my> bauds are very clean,
while he Is seventeen years of age,
and his hands are sp much dirtier.
How do you account for that?
Sincerely,
IMA KOED.
Answer—That Is easily accounted
for. He is two years older than
you.
Dear Mr. Wynn:
I am a boy sixteen years of age.
One lay last week I took a can of
black paint and a brush and was
painting the front door of our
house, which was white, with the
black paint. My father saw me,
made me stop, and then ordered me
away from his home. What Is
wrong with him?
Sincerely,
I. M. BROKE.
Answer—You say you were paint
ing a white door with black paint
and your father caught you at It and
disowned you. Very simple. He
doesn’t want you to darken his
doors again.
Dear Mr. Wynn:
I am blind In one eye. I went to
a theater where the price of admis
sion was $4. I told the ticket sell
er that I should pay only $2 for a
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BhiUAUSfc; ot the Japanese emperor's fomlness for fireflies, the first flock
or the season wss caught by the students of Fukuoka, In southern
Japan, where Ureflles are largest, and sent by airplane to Tokyo. This
uhotompb shows an officer of the Imperial guards receiving the shipment
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I Ancient Civilization Uncovered in Tennessee I
IN TENNESSEE near the Clinch river, where the Norris dam is being built, archeologists have uncovered
a prehistoric civilization. First an Indian burial mound dating from long before the arrival of Columbui
was excavated. Below this was found a much earlier building containing 17 well preserved skeletons, and still
further down were discovered remains of an ancient temple, shown In the photograph.
ticket, ns I was blind In one eye,
and therefore was only able to see
half the show. Wasn’t I right?
Truly yours,
I. C. FAIR.
Answer—You were absolutely
wrong. The price of the ticket was
$4. You wanted to pay only $2 be
cause you say you would have seen
Just hnlf of the show, as you have
but one eye. Because of that fact,
I mean that you have only one eye,
the ticket seller should have
charged you $8 (double the price),
as It would have taken you twice
as long to see the whole show.
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THROUGH A
Wjmans Eyes
By JEAN NEWTON
WHEN PEOPLE PRAY
A NEWS dispatch from Moscow
says that drouth has turned the
thoughts of Russian peasants to re
ligion.
In the rich black earth district of
central Russia, a drouth comparable
to that which turned parts of our
own country Into desert has threat
ened the crops and therefore the
lives of the people. And as things
get worse It seems they are begin
ning to pray.
That the people who outlawed re
ligion and denied Ood should turn
to him when they are parched for
rain Is not so unusual. It Is a com
mon resource of human nature
when In trouble to turn to prayer.
And this Is true not only of those
with wnom prayer. In humility and
faith. Is a part of life. It Is true
of many who have never prayed
that, wben dire need or stark terror
grips them, out of the Innermost re
cesses of the soul of the nutn or
woman comes that bond wtth Its
maker that Is like the cry of a child
for Its mother. ' When all else falls
them, they pray.
I once heard a man boast that
only twice In his life had he
prayed: once when his dearly loved
young wife was being carried, at
death's door, Into the operating
room, and again when he himself
was suffering Intolerably agonizing
pain I It seems to me the Joke was
on him.
49. Bell Syndicate.—WNU Service.
COOLING DRINKS
DURING the summer and fall
months we have so many very
warm days that a cool drink or an
ice is most welcome.
Cltrur’Cocktall.
Put chipped Ice in cocktail glasses,
Oiling them one-third full. Add the
following: One-fourth cupful each
of lemon juice, orange juice, grape
fruit Juice, and sugar. Add a few
grains of salt, a cupful of sliced
fresh strawberries, one cupful of
sparkling water and top with
sprigs of fresh mint.
Iced Tea Cubes.
Make tea by pouring four cupfuls
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“Tha woman of today mutt kaap
wall road," aaya tlmaly Tlllla, "aa
padally ao about tha lipa."
* Ball gvndloata.—WN1I Sar.loa
IN MEMORY OF
A BABY
By ANNE CAMPBELL
IDO not know why angel wings
Should flutter near me In the
night;
Then swinging, ns a starling swings,
Desert me for eternal flight.
I do not know why baby hands
Should cling one moment to my
own.
Then reach for the celestial lands.
And leave me weeping all alone.
_Perhaps by heaven's outer gate
There is a tiny sentinel,
Who waits, as I have learned to
wait.
To hear the tolling of a bell.
I longed to keep a little soul
From this world's sadness unde
filed.
And weep that by the starry goal,
Stainless, there waits a little child.
(Copyright.)—WNU Service.
Practical and Smart
No single item in tbe young
lady’s summer wardrobe Is more
practical, comfortable and smart
than a brief crocheted sweater, like
the one here shown. If It Is of mer
cerized crochet cotton In an open
work stitch It will be light and
airy enough for the hottest day?
This little blouse has a high square
neck with four round brown but
tons, very short sleeves, nnd fits
tightly about the girlish waist.'
of boiling water over four teaspoon
fuls of tea. Steep for five minutes.
Freeze like Ice cubes In the Iceless
refrigerator, placing a section of
lemon In the green tea cubes and
of orange In the black tea cubes. Serve
two cubes In each glnss. Pass a
dish of lemon and orange slices with
the tea.
Golden Nectar.
Strain three cupfuls of orange
Juice.and one cupful of lemon Juice,
WITTY KITTY
By NINA WILCOX PUTNAM
The girl chum says her mentally
sketchy friend was so Impressed
with the latest mystery story she
read that she remembered Its title
for slmost a week.
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two and one-half cupfuls of pineap
ple Juice. Add one and one-third
cupfuls ol sugar, two *o four cup
fuls of water, chill and serve with
chipped Ice.
Fruitade.
Drain one-half cupful of crushed
pineapple, add two tablespoonfuls
of lemon juice, one cupful of orange
Juice, two cupfuls of boiling water
and two tablespoonfuls of sugar.
Stand until well mixed and cool,
then add two tablespoonfuls more
of sugar and serve poured over ice.
Orangeade—Grape.
Take two cupfuls of white grape
juice, one cupful of orange juice,
four teaspoonfuls of sugar, mix un
til sugar Is dissolved. Fill glasses
one-fourth full of Ice finely chipped,
add the fruit juices and serve with
orange slices on top for a garnish.
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I PAPA KNOWS—I
“Pop, what la relief?"
“Receipted bill.”
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THE GREAT
H. L
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By R. H. WILKINSON
6. B«ll Syndicate.—WNU Service.
HICY called him the Great
H. L
Ilfs fulj name was Henry
Isadora Darrell. However, he dis
liked “Henry,” and so let It become
known he was to be addressed as
“II. I."
The more intimate of his associ
ates -called him "HI," which was to
the great man's liking.
He had rise'h from the ranks.
He was a typical self-made man.
At forty he was head of a great
textile plant, a plant In which 25
years before, he had served as bob
bin boy.
When the depression hit New
England the Darrell mill did not
discontinue operations.
It kept going, employing a full
capacity of laborers.
True, In order to meet competi
tion, It slashed prices, lessened the
quality of Its product And to off
set this reduction In Its Income
It cut wages. Cut them to the bone.
But It kept going. Full time. Night
and day. Employing a ' full roster
of men and women.
It was all due, they said, to the
Ingenuity of H. I.
It was his brains that kept the
men at work.
Other mills In other towns near
by went on half time, quarter time,
closed down entirely. But H. I.’s
great plant In Martinsville con
tinued to operate.
• • *
H. I. was very proud.
He received the plaudits of the
people of Martinsville with an ap
preciative little smile.
He understood how they felt.
life could place himself In their
position. For wasn’t once he, the
Great H. I., a bobbin boy In the
mill which he now controlled?
H. I. worked night and day, ne
gotiating, dickering, quoting prices.
And the orders continued to roll In.
The looms were never Idle.
Fortunately, H. I. had the fore
sight to surround himself with bril
liant men. .
During his climb up the ladder
he had the ingenuity to benefit by
his association with others. And
when he reached the top he didn't
forget.
He studied the records of the
men who had been employed at the
plant for years on end. And he
craftily appointed these men to the
positions to which they were most
fitted. And when ail the appoint
ments were completed, H. I. looked
over his little army of executives
and was satisfied.
And he, the Great H. I., was the
head of one of the most powerful
Industrial organizations In (he coun
try.
H. I„ like most folkS, had antici
pated an early recovery from the
depression.
He was. In fact, quite astounded
when. In 1932, the good old United
States wns wallowing quite help
lessly and quite a good deal deeper
In the muck of Inertia. Hut. H. I.
didn’t waste any time fretting or
complaining. ^
Instead he worked even harder.
Frequently he took business trips
to New York; more frequently he
stayed up half the night bending
over sheaves of figures—quotations,
prices, discounts and what not.
And It wasn’t long before those
closely associated with the great
man and members of his immediate
family began to perceive a change
In the textile king.
The strain of overwork and too
late hours was beginning to tell.
Dark circles appeared under his
eyes.
Flesh fell away from his body.
Hollows appeared In his cheeks.
A dullness came to his eyes.
In short, H. L was beginning to
slow up.
He wasn’t as quick as he once
had been, or as sure.
Maurice Barnstead, H. I.’s chief
executive, suggested a rest H. I.
looked at him In mingled anger and
puzzlement.
"Hest!’’ he thundered. “Rest 1
Me? Don't be an Idiot, Maurice!
Why, what would happen to the
mill If- I should go away? What
would happen, eh?”
“You can't ruin your health,”
Maurice protested mildly.
"You can't go on forever. We’d
Just have to struggle along with
out you.”
“Bah! Who put this mill where
It Is today, eh? Who besides the
grent H. I.? Talk sense, Maurice.
Should I go away It would be the
end. The mill would close. All
these good people would be out of
work. Then what, eh?”
• • •
But Maurice had read the hand
writing on the wall.
Within a month's time something
snapped Inside H. I.’s head.
He seemed dgced, unable to think.
He couldn’t concentrate.
His doctor suggested a vacation;
finally ordered It H. I. was en
raged, Indignant unmanageable.
"But the mlllt What would hap
pen to It eh? Within a week the
looms will no tonger run. It will
mean the end. They cannot get
along without me.”
Mrs. Darrell and Maurice and
the doctor all agreed that he was
right But In his present condition
he could do no good. He must go
away. He must rest. They were
Arm.
And so, after a good deal of per
suasion, U. L consented. But even
then they had to practically force
him Into It.
ne sputtered and complained and
raged during the three days It took
to reach Miami.
He continued to sputter and rage
during the next week.
But they forced him to play golf,
to sail about Blscayne bay In a
chartered yacht to sit for hours
In the warm sun on the beach.
He asked for and was refused
news of conditions back at the mill.
They tried to keep hls-mind from
business.
They wouldn't even let him talk
with other textile magnates who
were wintering In Florida.
“Tina mill Is closed, eh? Shut
down. Folded up. That Is why you
will not let me hear the news, eh?
You think It does me good? Per
haps now you will believe when I
say they cannot keep going without
the great H. I., eh?"
• • •
They ikept him there a month.
Then they let hltn go back.
It was no use. He had Improved*
but slightly. He was like a maniac,
ever thinking and talking about hls
mill.
The train bearing H. I. and hls
party reached Boston late In the
evening.
The great man scoffed at sugges
tions to remain overnight In the
city.
The sooner he reached Martins
ville the better.
He chartered an automobile.
They drove through the night,
passed through sleeping towns with
mills that were closed and dark;
factories looming on every hand
like grim spectres of a once flour
ishing Industry.
H. I. squirmed In hls seat, became
morose.
At length they reacnea tne out
skirts of Martinsville, whirled up
the main street, came abreast of
the mill. H. I. started, blinked,
rubbed his eyes.
The mill was lighted I
Every window of every depart
ment shone brightly. There was
the hum of machinery. An at
mosphere of Industry prevailed
about the place.
H. I. climbed down from the au
tomobile, went alone Into the office.
Maurice was there; Haurlce and
the entire night force.
They~looked at the great man In
surprise.
There was also the merest trace
of annoyance In the glance they be
stowed upon him.
"The mill Is running, eh? Come,
what kind of a trick are you play
ing? You are running and yet there
are no orders. There can be no or
ders without me here to see to
things.”
Maurice seemed surprised.
Things had been going along all
right. Orders? Of course. Why
not? The mill was running as ft
always had run.
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H. L was Incredulous.
He sat down, looked through
some books, listened to the reports
of various department heads, stood
up, thrust his hands deep into his
pockets, strode over to a window
and stared out Into the night
And then suddenly the great
realization came. The mill had ruD
without him!
They had managed somehow
without his guiding hand 1
He wasn’t after all, as Important
as he'd thought himself to be.
He'd had an exalted opinion of
himself.
He'd placed a halo, about his
head, thought he’d held the reins of
progress In his hands.
He^d believed that the mill and
everyone connected with It depend
ed upon him and him alone.
He'd come to think of himself as
a savior, as some kind of exalted
being on whom the world was de
pending for guidance.
Suddenly H. I. chuckled and for
the first time in months a twinkle
came Into his eyes.
He wasn’t, he reflected, Important
at all.
Things had progressed quite as
smoothly as they always had. The
mill and Martinsville and the whole
world did and would continue to
go on whether he was around or
not.
He was such an Insignificant part
of It.
There had been others before
him: Caesar, Napoleon, Cromwell,
Alexander—hundreds upon hun
dreds of men who thought of them
selves as a little more Important
In the scheme of things than the
next mnn.
They had come and gone and the
world had gone on and on with
scarcely a ripple In Its progress.
H. L turned away at last and
looked for Maurice, but Maurice
had turned back to hla desk, had
In fact, forgotten the great man’s
presence.
“What a fool,” H. L muttered, "a
man Is to think that anything de
pends upon him alone to keep It
going.’’
And the Great H. L went out and
climbed Into his automobile and
drove away toward home.
And as he rode along be began
to think how nice It had been down
In the warm sunshine of Miami
beach where he hadn’t amounted to
much.
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The existence of the stratosphere
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