BEDTIME STORY J
By THORNTON W. BERGESS ||
A QUEER BREAKFAST
LUNU Inne lends from Farmer
Brown’s bnrnyard down to hie
cornlleld on the Green Meadows.
Very earl# one morning I’eter Itab
bit took it Into his funny little bead
to run down that long lane. Now
at a certain place beside that long
tarn was a gravelly bank Into which
Farmer Brown lino dug for gravel
to put on the roadway near Ills
house As I’eter was scampering
past this place he caught sight of
some one very busy In that gravel
“Well, of All Thlnfls!" Cried Peter.
“You Must Be Crazy.’*
pit. Peter stopped short, then sat
up to stare.
It was Mourner the Dove whom
Peter saw. His body was a little
bigger than that „f Welcome Robin,
but his slender neck and longer tail
and wings made him appear consid
erably bigger. Ills shape reminded
Peter at once of the pigeons up at
Parmer Brown’s. His back was
grayish brown, varying to bluish
gray. The crown and upper parts
of his head were bluish gray. His
breast was reddish-buff shading
down Into a soft buff. Ills bill was
black nnd his feet red. The two
middle feathers 01 Ids tall were
longest nnd of the color of Ids back.
The other feathers were slaty
gray with little black bands and
tipped with white. On Ids wings
were a few scattered black spots,
and there was one under each ear.
But It was the sides of his neck
which were the most beautiful part
of Mourner. When untouched by
the Jolly Little Sunbeams his neck
appeared much like his breast, bid
the moment the sides were touched
by the Jolly Llttlt Sunbeams they
seemed to be of many colors con
stantly changing, which, as you
know, Is called Iridescence.
But It vvns not Mourner’s ap
pearance which make Peter stare;
It was what he was doing. He
was walking about, and every now
and then picked up something, quite
as If he were getting his breakfast
In that grnvel pit. Peter couldn't
[jo You Know—
That, in the same way that
“Uncle Sam” personifies the
United States, ‘John Bull’ is
symbolic of Great Britain.
He made his bow in 1712, as
a character in a political
satire of the same name by
Dr. Arbuthnot and was pop
ularized shortly afterward
by the famous wit Dean
Swift.
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Imagine anything good to eat there.
•Tlcllo, Mourner!' he cried. "What
under the snn are you doing In
there? Are you getting your break
rast ?"
"Hardly, Peter, hardly," cooed
Mourner, In the softest of voices.
•Tin picking up a Illlle gravel for mj
digestion.” He picked up a tln'v
pebble nnd swallowed It.
“Well, of all things I" cried Peter.
•Von must he crazy The Idea of
thinking that gravel Is going to help
your digestion. | should say the
chances nre that It will work |u't
the other way.”
Mourner laughed. ”1 haven't the
least doubt Hint a breakfast of
gravel would give you the worst
kind of a stomach-ache,” said he.
"But you nre you nnd I nm I, and
there is all the difference In the
world. I eat grain nnd hard seeds
which I have to swallow whole. One
part of my stomach Is called a giz
zard, nnd Its duty Is to grind nnd
crush my food so that it may he dl
gosted. Tiny pebbles nnd gravel
help grind food and so aid diges
tion.”
©. T. W. Burgess.—WNU Service.
THROUGH A
Wsmans Eyes
By JEAN NEWTON
“BACK TO THE KITCHEN"
n'TpMEKE nre two kinds of worn
en—those that men love and
marry, nnd those who belong to
clubs. Well. It’s hack to the spin
ning wheel for women now. And
back to the kitchen. That’s where
women belong.”
Pretty strong words those. Their
author Is herself a well-known Mid
West clubwoman nnd lawyer, and
recently she was Inducted as presi
dent of the Chicago Business nnd
Professional Women's club.
“Every club woman nnd profes
sional woman, young or old,” she
added, “would gladly chuck her
career to marry a good man.”
A mnrrled woman—and to give
force to her words she added, “I
am active in club and professional
work myself, but I see the error
or my ways.”
Well! What are we going to say
to the scores of young girls get
ting out of college preparing for
careers, who ask, “What about
that? Is It all a fizzle, this busi
ness of independence, work, careers
for women?”
ihe answer ts the same as to any
extreme statement. If the lawyer
clubwoman, .Mrs. Leonora 7.. Meder.
really spoke seriously when she
snid women belong In the kitchen,
she Is not to be taken seriously.
Naturally every girl, career-minded
or not, has in the back of her mind
the assumption 01 eventual mar
riage. But if -t Is true that pro
fessional women would gladly chuck
their careers for marriage, it Is no
less true that many married women
think they would gain In a swap
for careers.
Again, If Mrs. Meder is serious
in her statements, they would seem
to he the re-action of something
overdone. Perhaps the combined
jobs of wife, lawyer, clubwoman
have proved too much for her, nnd
for the moment nothing seems so
idyllic us a retreat to the kitchen.
That is one point of truth that we
can conscientiously hold up to won
dering girls. Trying to take on all
the Jobs—wife, mother, nnd busi
ness or profession, Is very likely to
be too much. It’s more than any
man attempts, nnd It’s hardly fair
to a woman.
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The Jury Panel
The word “panel” had Its origin
in the oblong piece of parchment or
little pane on which the sheriff re
turned the names of the Jurors
summoned upon a venire for Jury
duty.
Colorado Law-Breakers Are Warned
HEKE are seen six effigies which were hanged on a tree near I’ueblo,
Colo., recently by a newly organized band of vigilantes. Names of
five men were on five of the effigies and the sixth was merely labeled
"Shyster Lawyer."
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; Uncle Sam Sells This House for $2,000
L_l oL'SKS like tills are being constructed tor approximately $n,uuu iptece ut Cumberland Homesteads, Cross
* vllle, Tenn., one of the projects being developed by the subsistence homesteads division of the Department
of the Interior. The construction, of nntive “crab orchard" stone and hand hewn timbers, tits Into the rural
scene In which ‘.he homes are located.
llPAIP/% Dil\OW§H
‘‘Hop, what Is tradition?”
"Long whiskers.”
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I Question Box
By ED WYNN
The Perfect Fool
Dear Mr. Wynn:
Can you tell me what is most
useful to us—the “moon” or the
“sun.”
Yours truly.
S. TRONEMER.
Answer: The moon Is, because
It gives more light at night when It
Is so dark; the sun shines only In
the daytime, when we don't need It.
Dear Mr. Wynn:
What will be the difference be
tween present times and the days
when women will have nil equal
rights?
Yours truly,
I. C. A. CONSPIRACY.
Answer: At the present time
women have their faces on coins,
their hands In men’s pockets, their
eyes on men's sons. Equal rights
TO HAVE FOR DESSERT
T111S Is the season of the year
when simple, light desserts ap
peal to those who prepare them
and to those who only „nJoy eat
ing them. The wealt:. of fruits
which are in the market In the late
summer and early fall supply many
pleasing desserts with but little
preparation. Fruits to be served at
the table should be well chilled,
garnished with appropriate greens
when possible nnd arrni ged In as
dainty and appealing manner as Is
convenient.
Fruit Charlotte.
Soak one tablespoon of gelatin
In two tablespoons of cold water
and dissolve In one-fourth cup of
scalding milk. Scald three-quar
ters of a cup of milk nnd one cup
of sugar. Add to this the gelatin
mixture and stir until cool. Whip
one pint of cream nnd add it to
the gelatin, fold In one dozen
crumbled macaroons, one-half cup
of candied cherries cut Into bits,
two slices of candied pineapple
shredded, one-half cup of blanched
almonds shredded nnd browned in
the oven, one-halt cup of pecan
meats broken into pieces nnd one
teaspoon of vanilla. Pour into a
mold, allow It to become lirm and
serve with cream, plain or whipped.
Banana Ice-Box Cake.
Put one cup of milk, one table
spoon of butter, one teaspoon of
cornstarch, one-half cup of sugar,
and three beaten yolks In a double
boiler, cook over hot water until
smooth nnd thick. Remove from
the water, ndd a teaspoon of va
nilla and the stiffly beaten egg
whites. Cover the bottom nnd sides
of a spring 'orm with split lady
fingers, round side down, slice four
bananas to cover the lady lingers,
then cover with half of the filling
and repeat, then finish with the top
of lady lingers, with the rounded
sides up like the spokes of a wheel
Keep In the Ice chest 12 hours
before serving. Decorate with
whipped cream and serve.
will give thrin the opportunity to
[nit their "noses" in MEN'S BUSI
NESS. That’s nil.
Dear Mr. Wynn :
I bought a new pair of shoes.
When I got home I found I couldn't
get them on my feet What shall 1
do?
Yours truly,
1. M. PERTURBED.
Answer: They are probably like
all new shoes. You won’ he aide
to get them on till you've worn them
awhile.
Dear Mr. Wynn:
I am a boy, nine years old. My
father says crickets are more won
derful than John Philip sotisn, Irv
ing Berlin and Paul Whiteman.
Why does he say that?
Truly yours,
B. ELAT.
Answer: Your lather means that
crickets make music with their hind
legs, and that's more than any of
those fellows can do.
Dear Mr. Wynn:
1 hear that In HINDUSTAN they
don’t have dentists. The people take
out their teeth with their lingers.
Don’t you think that Is wonderful?
Sincerely,
EYMAN PANE.
Answer: Nothing is wonderful
about that. We have thousands of
people In this country who take
their teeth out. with their fingers,
every night before going to bed.
Dear Mr. Wynn:
1 have been keeping company with
a traveling salesman. Last night lie
nsked me to marry him. He said
he would always love me from Feb
ruary to May and September to De
cember. What does he mean by
promising to love me only In cer
tain months of the year?
Yours truly,
HUGH SHUDNO.
Answer: He's traveling the other
months.
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I QPLOGP
‘‘How funny those days of the
'Gay Nineties' must have been,"
says modern Minnie, "whose chorus
girls and piano movers were the
same size."
(?) Boll Syndicate-—-WNU Service
Largest Carnivorous Land Animal
The Kadiak hear Is the largest
carnivorous land animal.
HIS LITTLE
DUTCHMAN
By ANNE CAMPBELL
HE CALLS her his “Little Dutch
nuin,"
Anil laughs at her sweeping pride
In the noble state that nurtured
Ills happy little bride.
1 never have seen a Dutchman
Whose soul was not as white
As the walls of his humble cabin.
Scrubbed clean for his delight.
He calls her Ids “Little Dutchman.’
She hns the quaintest ways.
All of the simple virtues
Glow in the candid gaze.
As she bends above her sewing.
The lamplight on her hair,
lie blesses the God of Lovers,
Whose kindness placed her there
He calls her his "Little Dutchman."
Wrapped In that tensing name
Is every known endearment
That ardent sweethearts claim.
He cannot find words to tell her
The Joy he is dreaming of,
Ho he rails her his “Little Dutch
man"—
A phrase to prove Ills love!
Copyright.—WNU Service.
Campus Suit
This campus suit combines ■
Drown, green umi beige pluld skirt
with a dark brown cut-velvet jack'
et. The turtleneck blouse Is green
Jersey.
Why Not?
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'‘JOEL
SUSPICION
S8
By R. K. WILKINSON
©. Bell Syndicate 'WNU Service.
I1EKE was nn real cause fur
It. None other than that
strange, unexplainable Inner
voice that Is a woman's Intuition.
Anne just began to sense the feel
Ing of suspicion when Gregg an
nounced he would hnve to stay at
the office at least one night a week.
"It’s the depression," he told her.
"We’ve had to let a lot of the boys
go. Working overtime to HU In the
gap."
Anne fought the feeling, and yet
It persisted.
Why? She couldn't find nn an
swer.
Certainly Gregg had changed
none In his attitude toward her.
He was the same always—loving
and kind and devoted.
He'd been that way for two years.
Two years of blissful, unbeliev
able happiness—ns far as Anne was
concerned.
Suspicion Is the Instigator of
jealousy.
It guaws at one's soul.
It is like a malignant disease.
Time stimulates Its growth.
When one Is suspicious of one's
husband one is apt to brood rather
than confide.
Hence there was no relief, no es
cape from the torment.
At the end of two months Anne
found herself the victim of mental
torture.
Her health was affected.
She lay awake nights wondering
If Gregg really was working late
every {Vednesday night, conjuring
up pictures of how he spent his
lunch hours, visualizing him keep
ing secret rendezvous.
She tried mightily to cast the
thing from her mind.
Not a single Instant did she en
tertain tile Idea of accusing Gregg.
The thought of doing so, only to
discover her fears unfounded, struck
terror to her heart.
Nor did she consider trying to
entrap him.
She shuddered at thoughts of
sinking so low as to sneak out and
spy on him.
Her love was greater than that.
And yet when, a few days later,
her closest friend, Helen llrowntng,
said In a jocular way:
"Saw that perfect husband of
yours out riding with a rather at
tractive girl last night," It was as
if Anne had been waiting for and
expecting the announcement.
She had all she could do to keep
her nerves under control, to return
Helen's light, merry grin with a
forced laugh ami a hit of repartee.
So It was true?
Gregg was carrying on an affair
with another woman!
No, not Gregg!
Not dear, kind, devoted Gregg!
Not the Gregg whom she loved
and worshiped and loved more dear
ly with each passing day.
Impossible!
* • *
Anne brushed the mist before her
eyes and laughed.
It wasn’t true. It couldn't be.
There was some explanation for
it. And yet—
It was Wednesday night and
when Gregg came In the hour was
past 12.
He looked wretchedly tired and
miserable.
Anne lay with a book in her hand
and pretended to read while he pre
pared for bed.
“These late hours aro knocking
me for a loop." He took off one
shoe, yawned, stretched.
“Had to take the stenog. home.
You’d think a stenog. would have
sense enough to live within walk
ing distance of her Job."
Anne became rigid.
Stenographer.
Anne remembered the girl. A
blonde!
It would have to he a blonde!
Sleek and young and In a cheap
sort of way beautiful!
Hut shallow, like most girls who
pound typewriters and chew gum.
Anne waited a week.
She was going to give Oregg
every opportunity to come to her, to
he honest and fair nhout the whole
thing.
She wulted a week because there
was the hare possibility that she
had been mistaken, that It was all
a product of imagination.
And during the week she waited
Anne tried to perceive In her hus
band some change, some noticeable
difference in his demeanor that
would betray his deceit.
But Gregg remained the same.
He looked tired and worn.
His features revealed the strain
of hard work, nud more than once
he mentioned that If the present
pace continued to he maintained at
the office, he'd he a physical wreck.
• • •
Anne found herself wishing that
It was work and work only that was
responsible for his condition.
She wanted to believe he was
telling the truth, and perhaps would
have succeeded had not the germ
of suspicion taken such a firm hold
upon her soul.
And so when Wednesday the fol
lowing week came around Anne
found herself no nearer a solution.
And, acting on an Impulse horn
of desperation, she decided to throw
nil sense of pride and honor to rtie
winds.
The thing must be settled once
and for all.
At nine o'clock Wednesday eve
ning Anne called her husband's
office on the 'phone, asked If she
might speak to Gregg, and upon
hearing his voice over the wire,
hung up the receiver without speak
ing a word.
So far so good.
It was now 9:05.
Anne backed tier own rnndster
from the garage and drove down
town and parked at a spot which
commanded a view of the front door
of Gregg's office building.
• • •
Hardly had she switched off the
Ignition when her heart gave a
bound.
A blue coupe, with chromium cov
ered tire rneks mounted on either
running board, had Just pulled away
from the opposite curb.
There were two people in the car,
a man and a woman.
The man was Gregg!
There was no mistaking it.
The bine coupe with the chrom
ium tire covers was his. There was
no mistaking this, either.
Anne sat as If stunned.
Now that she had actually seen
with her own eyes, the revelation
was more of a blow than she had
anticipated.
The shock of It had a sort of
numbing effect.
She sat still for five minutes.
Gradually her tensed muscles re
laxed. She moved automatically,
started the car, guiding it through
traffic toward home.
Home
The thought sickened her, tore at
her heart.
Gregg—untrue! Incredible!
Yet she had seen . . . Well, it
was best she knew, best that the
thing was settled.
Now she could conduct herself
with some definite plan of action In
mind.
Of course she'd have to leave
Gregg. This was Inevitable.
The parting would he hard.
She pictured his looking at her.
That would be harder still—meet
ing his eyes, which had always been
so twtnkly and wholly lovable.
• • •
Anne told herself she still loved
him. llers was the kind of love that
went on and on.
It would never end.
Yet It would be easier not seeing
him . . .
She left her roadster beside the
house.
It would be best to leave tonight.
I’erhup* before Gregg came home.
No, that wouldn't do.
She'd pack first, then wait to face
him.
The house was deathly still.
It was always still nnd lonesome
feeling without Gregg there.
It always would be.
Anne's lips were grim.
There was a strange calm about
her. a determination In her expres
sion.
She hoped that the feeling of
strength which had come to com
fort her would last until the thing
was done.
Anne snapped on her dressing
table light and began to gather
things into a little pile.
l'or one brief moment she
thought of Gregg and almost gave in
to the ache In her heart.
Then something happened—
Another light snapped on.
Anne turned.
Gregg was sitting up In bed, rub
bing his eyes, trying to adjust a
sleep drugged mind to what was
happening.
"Gregg!"
"Huh?—oh, hello, Anne. Sorry I
dropped off before you came In.
Couldn’t help It. . . . Too much
work . . . Dead tired ... I had
to quit early tonight."
He lay back.
"Dumb cluck of a stenog. tried to
make me drive her all the way home.
I dropped her at Fifth street. . . .
Got a bus there."
His voice faded.
He closed his eyes, breathing
heavily in sleep.
Once he roused, brushed a hand
across his cheek with a little ges
ture of impatience.
For even In slumber the sensa
tion caused by hot tears splashing
down on one's face is disturbing.
The Island of Napoleon
Elba, the Island of Napoleon, Is
the largest Island In the Tuscan
archipelago and forms part of the
province of Leghorn. While Its real
fame attaches to Napoleon, Its ma
terial fame Is In Its wealthy Iron
ores, Us climate and fertile soil.
During its history, Elba has involved
the Snracens, the people of Har
bary, the Pisans, the Genoese,
French, English and Spaniards In
warfare. Today It Is part of the
kingdom of Italy. The villa of San
Martino, an unpretentious building,
was altered by Naopleon as a resi
dence for himself, but today there
Is nothing left of the furniture of
his time.
Eskimo Children Lucky
The Eskimo child Is in some re
spects the luckiest child in the
world. He Is never scolded or
whipped and Is respected and re
vered by his parents. This is be
cause the superstition-dominated
Eskimo believes that In the child
the spirit of Its dead grandfather
or grandmother lives again. For
this reason, It is quite common to
hear an Eskimo mother address her
child as mother or father.