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PETER LEARNS MORE ABOUT
THE VIREOS
SPEAKING of the Vireos, Red
eye seems to be the only mem
ber of his family around here," re
marked Peter.
"Listen,” commanded Jenny Wren,
“Listen 1 Don’t you hear that
warbling song way over there In
the Big Elm In front of Farmer
Brown’s house where Goldy the Ori
ole has his nest?”
Peter listened. At first he didn't
hear It, and as usual Jenny Wren
made fun of him for having such
big ears and not being able to make
better use of them. Presently be
did hear that song. The voice was
not unlike that of Redeye, but the
song was smoother, more continu
ous and sweeter. Peter’s face light
ed np. “I hear him,” he cried.
"That’s Redeye's cousin, the War
bling Vlreo," said Jenny. “He’s a
better singer than .tedeye, and Just
as fond of hearing his own voice.
He sings from the time Jolly Mr.
Sun gets up In the morning until he
goes to bed at night He sings
“That’* Redeye’* Cousin, the War
bling Vireo,” Said Jenny.
when It is so hot that the r$st of us
are glad to keep still for comfort’s
sake. 1 don't know of anybody more
fond of the treetops than he is. He
doesn't seem to care anything about
the Old Orchard, but stays over in
those big trees along the road. Over
In that Big Elm he's got a nest as
high up as Goldy the Oriole’s, I
haven't seen It myself, but Gcldy
told me about it. Why anyone so
small should want to live so high
up In the world I don’t know, any
more than 1 know why anyone
wants to live anywhere but In the
Old Orchard.”
“Somehow, I don’t remember Just
what Warbler looks like,” Peter
confessed.
"He looks a lot like his cousin
Redeye,’’ replied Jenny. "His coat
Is a duller olive-green, and under
neath he is a little yellowish in
stead of being white. Of course he
doesn’t have red eyes, and he is a
little smaller than Redeye. The
whole family looks pretty much
•like anyway.”
“You said something then, Jenny
I You Know— 1
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That golf was undoubtedly .
played in Colonial days,
for there are court records
to that effect in Albany,
N. Y„ where players were
fined for breaking win
dows with golf balls.
©, by McClure Newspaper Syndicate.
WNU Service.
Wren,” declared Peter. “They get
me all mixed up. It only some of
them had some bright colors It
would be easier to tell them, apart."
“One has," replied Jenny. "He
has a bright yellow throat and
breast and Is called Yellow-Throated
Vlreo. There Isn't the least chance
of mistaking him."
“Is he a singer, too?" asked Peter.
“Of course,” replied Jenny. “Every
one of that blessed family loves the
sound of his own voice. It’s a fam
ily trait. A good thing Is good, bnt
more than enough of a good thing
Is too much. That applies to gos
siping Just as much as to singing,
and I've wasted more time on you
than I’ve any business to. Now hop
along. Peter, and don't bother me
any more today.”
Peter hopped.
<©. T W. Burgess.—WNU 8erYlcs.
Question Box
By ED WYNN
Thm Pmrftct Fool
Dear Mr. Wynn:
I am a boy sixteen years old and
1 have an ambition. I want to do
something startling. Something that
Is bound to cause a commotion.
What dor you suggest?
Truly yours,
L DEALIST.
Answer — Something that will
startle people? Very simple. Go
to a ballroom during a dance on a
hot summer’s night and throw
about ten eggs In the electric fans.
Dear Mr. Wynn:
A friend of mine said that he
knew a man that was in the hos
pital having splinters taken out of
his tongue. Could that be true? If
so, how do you account for splin
ters In a man's tongue?
Truly yours,
ANO. TIODS.
Answer—That Is probably true.
It most likely happened this way:
The man was very stingy. He had
Just paid for a drink and It spilt
on the floor. See what I mean?
Dear Mr. Wynn:
Do you think It Is right for men
to work on Sunday, thereby break
ing the Sabbath?
Truly yours,
: E. VANGELIST.
Answer—I do In some cases. For
Instance, If It’s a question which
one is “broke,” the man or the Sab
bath, I say the Sabbath.
Dear Mr. Wynn:
What Is meant by “A Man of
Promise?”
Tours truly,
SID. KNEE.
Answer—A man of PROMISE Is
a chap who borrows money and
never pays It back.
Dear Mr. Wynn:
I am a boy eight years old. We
have Just started physiology In
school. Tomorrow I must tell the
teacher all about “The Five Senses,”
Please tell me what are the five
senses?
Tours truly,
I. BALL.
Answer—The five "centses,” my
child, are nickels.”
©. the Associated Newspaper*
WNU Service.
THROUGH A
VQfcmans Eyes
By JEAN NEWTON
"SHUT UP AND LET ME TALK”
u pv EAR Jean Newton.
“What do you think of the
extremes they ore going to In giving
children so-called freedom today?
I have Just heard of a school whose
object is ‘self-expression,’ to pre
vent ‘inhibitions,’ where the pupils
are allowed to talk right out when
ever they feel like it, and say any
Boys Build a Hydrofoil Speedboat
THIS speedboat, radical In design and expected to develop double the
speed of present water craft of the same power, was completed by
pupils of Uocky Elver High school In Cleveland, Ohio. The boat, powered
with a standard outboard motor, Is the first of Its kind to be built upon
the hydrofoil principle developed by Dr. Oscar Q. Tletjens, nationally
knmwn research engineer. Every detail of the 15-foot craft was worked
ont by the students and their Instructor, A. K. Skromp. The hydrofoil
consists of a plane suspended underneath the boat which cuts through
the water as the boat gathers speed and reduces the fluid resistance to
( minimum
I How They Go to Their Work at Boulder Dam I
ORKMEN riding the Inclined
rail skip from the Nevada rim
of Black canyon to the top of Boul*
der dam during a shift In the con
struction of the greatest engineering
feat of the present day.
thing they please. I heard that
with a visitor in the room, while
class-room discussion was taking
place, a boy turned around to the
girl who was speaking, and said:
‘Oh shut up and give me a chance
to tell It'—and that without remon
strance from the teacher!
“If that is going to be the result
of ‘freedom’ and ‘self-expression’
for children, I’m strong for the
good old public school Idea of speak
ing when they are spoken to, and
observing rules that will keep some
atmosphere of order and refine
ment. I know you keep up on the
new ideas—what do you think of
that?”
I think that as the old Idea of the
stern father and sterner school
master which forced children Into
artificialities and Insincerities was
undoubtedly wrong, such extremes
as our reader refers to, which are
advanced by some educators today,
are even more dangerous.
All human beings need the pow
er of restraint. And it seems to me
the danger today is not In forcing
upon children too much restraint,
but too little. For decades now the
trend of ideas among parents and
educators has been more and more
toward allowing children every pos
sible freedom of expression and de
velopment. Thwarting and over
strictness with children Is pretty
much a thing of the past. And a
thoughtful observer of the modern
scene is more likely to be fearful
of the other extreme.
Not only In the great crises In
life, but In the little things of every
day, we need the power of control
and restraint. The person who was
allowed In childhood to say and do
exactly as he felt at all times' is
not likely to be a desirable compan
ion or a valuable member of the so
cial group. Therefore he Is not
likely to be happy. Restraint and
control are power. And It seems
to me that any system which would
eliminate these from the training
of children would rob them of their
most Important weapon In master
ing their environment and fulfill
ing the best of their possibilities.
©. Bell Syndicate —WNU Service.
Boot
SAUCES FOR ICE CREAMS
ONE would think of Ice cream
In Itself as being wholesome,
toothsome and satisfying, plain as
It is; but the addition of a zippy
sauce which Is easily prepared at
home makes the serving an added
way of expressing the real spirit of
hospitality, when one wishes to of
fer something more than common
place refreshment.
A few chopped nuts sprinkled
over plain vanilla Ice cream and
topped with a spoonful of whipped
cream and a maraschino cherry
makes a most satisfying sundae.
The careless preparation of a
sauce to serve on or with any dish
is always a convincing proof of the
Indifference paid to good cooking.
To make a good sauce requires good
taste, patience and Judgment. To
QttIGNSP WI
“From what I road,” oaya goofy
Gertie, "the cannibal eeema to di
gest the missionary more readily
than hie teachings."
SL Bell Srsdlest*.—WNU aervlee.
In a Garden Chair
By ANNE CAMPBELL
I HEAR the sea, the tumbling sea,
And smell the spray In the
clean salt air.
The gulls are sailing close to me.
The sky Is blue, the horizon fair—
And I have not moved from my
garden chair!
The mountains rise to snowy
heights.
I climb the trail, and the way is
hard.
My soul moves on to new delights.
I glimpse high heaven! I am not
barred
From beauty, though held to my
own back yard.
On wings of fancy I may go
To foreign countries and revel
there.
Old sights are sweet In memory’s
glow,
And loveliness I may never share
Is mine, as I dream In a garden
chair!
Copyright.—WNIJ Sorvlco.
be good It must fit the dish where
It Is served—that Is, be appropriate
to It, smooth, artfully flavored and
of right consistency.
The opportunity to add one's In
dividuality to a dish is well ex
pressed In sauces served.
Maple Pecan 8auce.
Melt two tablespoonfuls of but
ter, add three-fourths of a cupful of
sugar and one-fourth of a cupful of
water, three tablespoonfuls of corn
sirup and cook to a stage before the
soft ball when tested In water. Re
move from the fire, add one-fourth
of a cupful of cream, three-fourths
WITTY KITTY
By NINA WILCOX PUTNAM
/~ i \ 1 I i/I I— ■—-—i l ""X
The girl chum eaye If tome peo
ple paeeed by their acquaintances
the way they go past red llghte,
they soon wouldn’t have a friend
left In the world.
WNU Servloe.
of a teaspoonful of maplelne, one
half cupful of pecans chopped. Thl|
makes six servings.'
Chocolate Sauce.
Melt three squares of chocolatt
over hot water, add one-fourth cutf
ful of water and stir until smooth)
now add one cupful of sugar, one
half cupful of corn sirup and boll
to the very soft ball stage, or 234
degrees. Remove from the Are, add
one cupful of cream and one tea
spoonful of vanilla. Beat until
smooth. This makes two and one
half cupfuls of sauce. Cut eight
marshmallows Into small pieces
Boll one capful of sugar and one
half cupful of water to a heavy
sirup. Whip two egg whites, add
the marshmallows and beat well
Flavor with any desired flavoring.
Id by Western Newspaper Union.
Covered Shoulder
I_I
A new version of the covered
shoulder Is found In this cblc print
ed evening gown designed by Stein
and Blaine. Ruffled black organza
shoulder epaulets accent the black
floral design on the orange print
chlfTon frock which Is made for
warm summer evenings.
Habits of Ottar Family
Some animals abandon theli
young aa soon as they are able to
fend for themselves, but a family ol
otters, parents and offspring, gen
erally keep together for at least a
year after the birth of the latter
Tbla Is said to hold until the young
animals And mates and make bomei
for themselves.
No Closed Season
LIFE AND
DEATH
$
By THAYER WALDO
a br McClure Newspaper Syndic Ate.
WNU Service
SERB were three in the little
office.
Its overhead fixture cast a
flat white glare down upon them,
sharply Illuminating faces that were
sober and tense.
Garrison sat before the desk, a
telephone receiver to his ear, wait
ing without speech.
Flberg hovered close by, watching
his face, similarly silent.
By the window stood Vllma, sta
uesque, black-pompadoured, an eve
ning wrap caught loosely about one
shoulder. She stared through the
smutted panes at a blank wall
twenty feet beyond, eyes wide, un
winking.
The voice of the man at the In
strument suddenly sounded:
“Hello—what? ... Not Damn
It, I don't want Berlin 1 This Is
Zenith Pictures, Hollywood, and
we’re trying to put through a call
to Hotel Graz In Vienna, for— . . .
what? . .. Oh, how soon? . . . H—11
Well, keep the line open and call
me the moment there’s a chance.”
He cracked the earpiece home.
Flberg leaned forward to ask
thinly:
“So what?"
“No good—couldn’t make connec
tion,” the publicity man said.
It was little above a murmur.
“Service all tied up. Oan’t tell
when we’ll get a clear wire. She
wanted to give me Berlin, but that’s
nonuse. Couldn’t get any Informa
tion there.”
A * * ■
▲ pause; his gaze went to the
Immobile figure across the room.
At last be queried:
“Vilma’s positive he’s In Vienna?”
‘‘Sure," the producer muttered;
“that’s how we know where he’d be
staying. She got from him a cable
yesterday Just before he’s taking
the train In Berlin.”
Garrison mumbled something dark
ly unintelligible and slumped back
in the chair.
After an instant he pulled out
cigarettes, plucked one, and passed
Flberg the pack.
When both had lights, the pub
licity man growled;
“Damn strange quirk of fate, or
something—Erich getting there Just
the day this revolution burst loose.”
Flberg's head bobbed In glum as
sent.
“Tea, and him an Austrian, too.
Vllma thinks he’s sure to be get
ting mixed up In It Such aTnisl
ness! The best director we got—
best In the business—phenagllng
around In civil wars and maybe get
ting all shot up. Oyt”
• • •
Garrison rose abruptly and com
menced to stride the floor.
“God Almighty, J. L.!” he gritted.
“Is that all you can think of? What
about him—the man we’ve known
and worked with? Remember there’s
bullets and blood and death over In
those Vienna streets, and Erich’s
right In the middle of It. Erich’s
there, the woman who loves him Is
here—and we're helpless. Doesn’t
that mean anything to you?"
Savagely the producer ground his
cigarette under a heel and blurted:
“Why don’t you shut up I When
Tm trying to forget things like that,
you have to be throwing them In
my facer
The other man swung around,
forcing a smile.
“I know,” he said brusquely.
“Sorr$; It’s Just sort of got me.
This waiting and not being able to
do anything I mean. Perbaps If
Vllma weren’t here, or If she’d only
say something. . . .
He halted, fixing an oblique brood
ing look upon the woman.
Her posture was unchanged, save
for a closer wind of the cloak about
her shapely flgure.'
Garrison swore—a soft, guttural
sound—and flicked his fag-end
against the wall.
Before him, spread out on the
desk top, lay a paper. From the
buff rectangle a huge scare-head
•creamed:
VIENNA RIOTING GROWS
TOURISTS IN JEOPARDY
• * •
For a long moment he stood glow
ering down at It, scanning once
again the columns of print below.
Suddenly he spoke, and for the
first time his voice was raised
harsh with bafTled anger.
“Listen 1 We gotta do something
—anything 1 I’ll go nuts Just stand
ing around here, reading stuff like
that and thinking about him I Lord,
If he’d only stayed In Berlin one
more day!”
Fiberg waved a meaty hand pro
testlngly.
“Hey, wait a minute I Remem
ber, we ain’t absolutely sure yet, but
maybe he did?"
The publicity man snapped his fin
gers crying:
“You’re right — of course we
aren’t 1 Perhaps he’s okay after all.
Might have missed the train or
something, and—”
“Not” With startling sharpness
her voice rang out, and the two men
swung around simultaneously.
She had turned a little and waa
facing them, her expression fixedly
somber.
“That Is futile talk,” she said.
"Ton are simply trying to create Il
lusions."
Starting toward her, Garrison
urged:
“Now, don’t look at It that way,
Vllma. You know we really
haven't—’’
Above her words sounded the
phone bell’s clamor.
Whirling, he dashed for the In
strument, snatched It up.
No other slightest sound was in
that room as be feverishly barked:
“Yes—hello I Operator? . .
What’s that? . . . Clear wire?
Yes—my God, yes I Let me have
them, quick! • . . Hello, hello;
Vienna—Hotel Gras? . . . You
speak English? . . . Goodl This
Is Hollywood, California, calling.
Are you open and doing busi
ness? . . . Well, Is a Mr. Erich
Trautmann registered there? . . .
T-R-A-U-T-M-A-N-N — Erich Frans
Trautmann, the director. . . , All
right—but please hurry I”
• • •
Then a wordless, waiting moment
Vllma had slowly crossed the
room and stood now Just before the
desk; restless, her eyes wandered
over the news sheet. . . .
The publicity man was speaking
again:
"Yes I . . . Not there? . . .
And hasn’t been at all? You’re ab
solutely certain about this? . . .
Wonderful 1 Thanks—thanks a mil
lion I” -
The receiver clattered from his
nerveless lingers as Garrison leapt
up, shouting:
“He’s safe—he must be 1 He -
didn’t go! Now we can—"
With a low moan of angplsh, Vll
ma closed her eyes, swayed a little,
and sank down upon the floor.
Stunned the men stood rooted for
a split second, then sprang forward
together.
Flberg went down on one knee by
the still form, half-raised her In
his arms.
“What's the matter? What’s hap
pened here?" he babbled queru
lously.
“Why should she be passing out
Just when everything’s okay?”
Garrison, erect, gazed down at
the pale and tragic mask framed by
jet hair. At last he turned away,
seeking uncertainly for something.
He saw only a tan paper, black with
type. . . .
Vigorously the producer was mas
saging Vllma's temples. She stirred.
“Ah—she’s coming out of It
now!’’ he exclaimed. “Still I can’t
figure what—”
“Good God!” Garrison’s voice was
low, surcharged.
The man behind him looked up
swiftly.
For an Instant there was noth
ing further. Then slowly the pub
licity man pivoted.
In one hand was the paper; a
Anger of the other pointed to a
heading In the middle column.
Puzzled, Flberg bent nearer,
squinting for focus, and made out:
GERMAN TRAFFIC
VICTIM IDENTIFIED
Man Killed by Taxi
Before® Berlin Depot
Is Hollywood Director
Rare Sheep Specimens
for the Smithsonian
Eight specimen* of the “blue
sheep,” one of the rarest of the
larger mammals In zoological col
lections, have been obtained for the
Smithsonian Institution at Wash
ington In the high mountains of
Szechwan province, of western
China, by Rev. D. C. Graham, a col
laborator of the Institution, It was
announced a short time ago, notes
a writer In the New York Herald
Tribune.
The creature, otherwise known as
the Bharal and to zoologists as
pseudols nayaur, Is a crag-dwelling
animal found at elevations up to
10,000 feet In altitude or more. It
Is little known to the outside world.
It has a distinctive place among
mammals because of various an
atomical characters which place it
on the dividing line between sheep
and goats. It Is neither one nor
the other, but Is somewhat closer
to the former. It Is blue-gray In
color, with white markings on the
back and a white stomach. The
rams have olive-brown horns that -
curve backward. The collection
sent to Washington contains other
rare specimens; among them a gi
ant panda, another creature seldom
represented In zoological collec
tions. There were also such rare
creatures as the serow, or black
goat; the goral, or Chinese moun
tain goat; the tufted deer, the rac
coon dog, the hog badger, the moun
tain red wolf, and a species of
musk deer with saber-llke teeth.
The Smithsonian Institution re
vealed there Is no reason to believe
that all of these animals are espe
cially scarce, but they are found In
a region that Is seldom visited by
American or European collectors
because of the difficulty of access.
Mexican Fashion Notn
The Idea of male garb for women
has been a complete failure In Mex
ico. Girls who appear In public In
the provincial cities wearing male
clothes are chased home by mobs
of men and women who hurl verbal
Insults and sticks, stones and over
ripe vegetables.
His Distance
Cholly—How far will this rifle
shoot?
Clerk—Two miles.
Cholly—TO take It; I want It to
shoot at bears I—Kansas City Star.