FARMER BROWN'S FRIENDS
AS PETER RABBIT rat admlr
•* Ins Rosebreast the Grosbeak,
.nother bird appeared In the tree
vlth Rosebreast.
“Who’s that?” cried Peter. •
“Mrs. Grosbeak, of course. Who
•lse would It be?” sputtered Jenny,
ather crossly.
“Never, never would I have
tuessed It," replied Peter. “She
loesn’t look the least bit like him
>xcept that she Is the same size
tnd shape."
This was quite true. There was
to beautiful rose color about Mrs.
Irosbeak. She wore brown and
rray principally, with tittle touches
if buff here and there, and with
lark streaks on her breast. Over
*ach eye was a whitish line. It
lldn't seem possible that she could
>e the mate of handsome Rose
>reast. To Peter she looked more
Ike an overgrown member of the
Sparrow family. While Rosebreast
lang. Mrs. Grosbeak was very busy
It Didn’t Seem Possible That She
Could Be the Mate of Handsome
Rosebreast.
picking buds and blossoms from the
trees. This struck I’eter as queer.
“What Is she doing that for?” he
Inquired.
"For the some reason that you
bite off sweet clover blossoms and
leaves,” replied Jenny Wren tartly.
“Do you mean to say that they
live on buds and blossoms?” cried
Peter. “I never heard of such a
thing. I shouldn’t think that Farm
er Brown would like that."
“Tut, tut, tut, tut! You can
ask more silly questions than any
body of my acquaintance,” retorted
Jenny Wren. “Of course, they don’t
live on buds and blossoms. If they
depended on those they would soon
starve to death. Use your head,
Peter, use your head. You know
well enough that buds and blos
soms last only a very short time.
The Grosbeaks eat a few just for
the sake of variety, but they live
mostly on bugs and Insects. You
j 3o You Know—
it-:r-n
HThat the Rafflesia, a flower
that grows in Sumatra, is
the largest flower in the
world. When fully grown
it weighs 15 pounds and
measures 3 feet across. Its
petals are as large as dinner
plates and its cup-like
center holds a gallon of
liquid.
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WNU Service
ask Farmer Brown’s boy who helps
him most In his potato patch, and
he'll tell you It’s the Grosbeaks.
They certainly do love potato bugs.
They eat some fruit, but on the
whole, they are about as useful
folks around the garden as anyone
I know. Now run along, Peter Rab
bit, and don’t bother me any more.”
Peter didn’t run along right away.
He sat around watching Rosebreast
and Mrs. Grosbeak until he hap
pened to look up to see Farmer
Brown’s Boy Just starting down
through the Old Orchard. Then Pe
ter decided it was time for him to
leave.
©, T. W. Burg***.—WNU Servlca.
THROUGH A
Womans Eyes
By JEAN NEWTON
****aiii*ii—
WHAT’S IN THE JOB
M'T'llERE Is no harder Job In the
1. world than looking after chil
dren. I don't envy any nurse or
governess her Job." ——
The woman who said this went
on to mention the various details
Involved In the care of children.
She omitted none, from the petty
chores of Inspecting finger nails to
the necessity for keeping after a
child to do homework or practice
on the piano.
And In her viewpoint It was all
wearing, exhausting, repetitious
drudgery that must be resented by
all but a type of mind without Im
agination.
That reminds me of an old story.
Toil may have heard It, but It’s a
good story anyway. It’s a story of
three stone cutters who were work
ing on a large block of granite. A
stranger who happened to be pass
ing asked the first cutter what he
was doing.
‘Tin cutting stone,” growled the
man.
He asked the second.
“I’m working for $7 a day,” he
replied.
Rut the third answered, his face
alight:
“I’m building a cathedral."
There was perhaps no damage
done In the operation of cutting
stone by the attitudes of the first
two workmen. The harm Involved
was to themselves. But those to
whom Is entrusted the care of chil
dren have In their hands tremen
dous power for good and harm.
The material which they will help
to mold Is precious beyond the
worth of all the cathedrals In the
world. Only those who have a cre
ative love for their work and pleas
ure In It, only those who see In even
the pgtty details the vision of
something they nre building should
ever be permitted into that great
sphere of responsibility.
The care of children does Indeed
require a certain type of mind. But
not a mind without Imagination. On
the contrary, the most important
qualification for the woman who
would acquit herself creditably In
caring for a child Is an unusual
quality of Imagination—the ability
to realize the Important Implica
tions In apparently trivial tnsks,
the cathedral of character that she
Is building out of the stone of dally
routine.
The care of a child requires a
better person than many types of
work that are more varied and far
better paid. It requires one with
fine qualities of heart and mind,
with the artistry to color her dally
work with an Ideal, Of course, such
nurses art rare; such people are
rare. My child had the good for
tune to know such a nurse, to
whom let this be an appreciation.
Her name was Emma Wenzel.
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All Evanston Is Fingerprinted
ALL the citizens of Evanston, suburb of Chicago, are being finger
printed, not because they are criminals, bat as an aid In the Identi
fication of those Injured or lost Fred O. Bennett, the town's fingerprint
expert, is shown operating on two young ladlee while Chief of Police
W. O. Freeman looks on.
Man's First Flight Under His Own Power
FOR the Brat time In history
a man has succeeded In flying
under his own power. Erich
Kocher of Berlin Is here seen
performing the feat, followed by
excited friends. He blew Into the
box-llke arrangement, causing to
revolve the two rotors which also
served as wings. On his feet was
a ski landing gear and attached
to his hips was a “tall skid."
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KONERS
rrrz-:-1
Trigonometry Is the study of the
firing of certain weapons such as
rifles, revolvers, etc. , -‘,-v
BONERS are actual humorous
tid-bits found in examination pa
pers, essays, etc., .by teachers.
In olden times the parents ar
ranged the marriage and the bride
never saw the gloom until the wed
ding night
• • •
Caesar was killed by the Ides of
March who were led by Brutus,
Cassius and the Ides following.
• • •
Interludes were plays given be
fore people knew how to read._A
man came out on the stage and told
what would happen during the play.
He was the Interlude.
• • •
According to Victor Hugo love
exists In all classes of society.
» • •
What was Pasteur’s great achieve
ment?
He invented milk bottles.
• • •
The spoils system was the system
whereby the government had to
take care of Its garbage.
©. Bell Syndicate —WNU Service.
THE CHILDREN’S LUNCH BOX
WHERE the child must carry a
lunch at school, every effort
should be made to make the food
appetizing. Fresh fruit when It Is
possible, should always be included.
Jams, jellies, dried fruits such as
figs, prunes and raisins or dates will
help out when apples, oranges and
fresh fruits are not available.
Fruit Paste.
Thoroughly mix chopped dates,
raisins, dry tigs and finely ground
nuts with orange Juice and a little
cream. Spread generously on thin,
buttered bread. .
Quick Orange Jam.
Take two cupfuls of orange pulp
and Juice, one lemon, pulp and
Juice, and one and one-half cupfuls
of sugar. Boil ten minutes. Put
Into Jelly glasses and seal Serve
In sandwiches or with toast. A
small glass of this Jam makes a
dainty addition to the lunch basket.
For a wholesome sandwich spread
one slice of the buttered bread with
■ --■»
‘‘It's hard to convlnco a aon-In
law or a daughter-in-law,” aaye
Ironic Ireno, “that thdlr In-laws are
not out-lawe.”
* Bell Syndicate.—WNU Berries.
THOU bast promised me an In
heritance
More treasured than silver and
gold.
More beautiful than the precious
jewels
My dazzled eyes behold,
Thou hast promised me, Thou bast
promised me
A luxury untold.
In my Father’s house, Thou hast
promised me,
There are mansions for my soul.
Where the curtains of worldly
doubt and fear
Thy healing, scarred hands roll.
Thou hast promised me. Thou hast
promised me
A bright and starry goal I
Thou hast promised me an Inher
itance
When done with earthly strife,
A boon to make a journey fair
That with threatening clouds Is
rife.
Thou hast promised me, Thou hast
promised me
The gift of eternal life!
(Copyright.)—WNU Servlco.
orange marmalade and the other j
with cottage cheese. Put together
and wrap in waxed paper.
Carrot, Celery and Nut 8andwich.
Mix ground raw carrota, celery
and nuts with lemon Juice and
boiled dressing. Put the mixture
Into cases made by scooping out a
roll cut In half. Fit the halves to
gether.
Egg Sandwich.
Chop hard cooked eggs, moisten
with lemon Juice, season with salt
and pepper, spread over a lettuce
leaf, place on a buttered slice of
bread. Cover with a plain buttered
slice.
© by Western Newspaper Union.
I PAPA KNOWS-I
"Pop, what la arrogance?"
“Upturned chin."
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WITTY KITTY
By NINA WILCOX PUTNAM
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1111. >> Sell IrmeiceM) . I
The girl chum says about this
time of the year golf widows begin
to renew their mourning weeds.
WNU Service.
Lovely Straw Hat
This fascinating medium-sized
hat Is of brown pique straw faced
with moss-green suede and decorat
ed with cherries.
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Sound
Sound Is usually defined as the
sensation caused by stimulation of
the auditory nerves and, according to
this definition, there would be no
sound unless there was an ear pres
ent to receive the sound vibrations.
However, In physics sound Is de
fined as the energy which occasions
the sensation of hearing. Then, In
a physical sense, sound would be
present-wherever there were sound
waves regardless of whether It was
actually heard or not.
Sacred Water of India
Amritsar, India, owes Its founda
tion to the sanctity which attaches
to the site. According to Hindu
mythology, It was there that Rama’s
army was restored to life after Its
destruction by his sons. In Guru
Ram Das’ days a cripple bathed, aft
er seeing a crow change from a
Jet black hue to the whiteness of
a swan merely by dipping Its wings
In the magic waters, and was trans
formed Into a vigorous man.
Outdoors is Calling
HERE COMES
THE BRIDE —
88
By PAUL VANCE
©. by McClure Newspaper Syndicate,
WNU Service
HE little fruit steamer had
just arrived from the States
—a big event for Port Ell Sol,
where everything Is reckoned as “two
boats ago" or “three boats from
now."
The smelly sun-drenched wharf
was a scene of mad activity. Dark
skinned shlrtleas stevedores sweat
ed and swore as they carried enor
mous packages of merchandise from
the ship to pile on empty flat cars
or dump Into waiting carta
In the general office the super
intendent of the division, Mike
Carew, was busily scanning the pile
of letters that had Just reached his
desk.
He was a lanky young fellow un
der thirty, with gray eyes which
twinkled merrily when not focussed
Intently on some object under scru
tiny.
The letter he wu reading seemed
to absorb all his thoughts. Sudden
ly, he looked up, also rising from
his chair.
"Hang me for an egg-eating Igu
ana T.—
In one swift stride he carried the
letter to the auditor’s desk, where
he slapped It down In front of an
other young man.
"Read that. Andy—and weep," he
commanded.
“What’s he done now?” queried
Andy Benton, as his quick eye
scanned the sheets In a familiar
bold hand.
“Got married,” answered Mike,
curtly, much as If saying, “He’s
dead.”
Andy picked up the letter for a
careful reading.
He was a big man about Mike's
age, with a mop of fine red hair and
aea-blue eyes.
A whimsical smile wreathed his
face as he finished.
“So that’s why he was In such
a hurry to get away 1”
“Yep," returned Mike. “He did
it with malice aforethought Let’s
see, when does he say he’s com
ing back?”
Andy consulted the letter.
“In about three boats—Joe, the
sheik. I knew he'd fall some
time.”
“Well, he’s pulled a fast one on
us, anyway. I suppose he figures
we’ve forgotten all the tricks he’s
played us before. Say!”—Mike
brightened. “Let’s write him a let
ter that’ll shoot a little worry Into
him. It's our only chance to break
even with him.”
“Flue! The girl won’t need to
know anything about It, and maybe
young Joe will do a bit of whole
some sweating.
* • •
As soon as office tasks permitted,
Mike fell to work on the letter.
He remembered how this same
gentleman Joe had quickly revealed
himself as an Incurable practical
Joker whose supreme pleasure It
was to turn the trick on his two
close pals, so that eternal vigilance
became the price of peace for them.
And yet, Mike recalled, Joe hadn’t
been from Port Sol three days be
fore he himself had lamented to his
fellow-In-bereavement, "Andy, Joe’s
as necessary to us aa fleas to a
dog.”
And Andy had answered, “Yea
we're miserable when he’s here and
wretched when he's away. He sort
of makes us forget what a bole this
is.”
Thought and emotion In a fine
blend wrought the letter which soon
went forth addressed to Mr. Joseph
Rogers, absent on leave In the
United Statea A few excerpts will
suggest the character of the whole.
"There 11 De a rea-noi reception
committee waiting for you at the
dock, all right There’s Dolores, the
commandante’s niece, for one. Says
you promised to marry her at the
Balle de Independence Her law
yer-father claims that a promise
made under the Influence of cham
pagne Is binding. They will be
there with all the necessary papers.
Then little Margarita Ochoa says
you asked her the same thing the
same night. She will be there with
that killer-brother, Ochoa Hernan
dos. He says he doesn’t need any
papers. I've been training that
bunch of half-breed kids you al
ways play Santa Clans to so that
they’ll shout ‘Papacito! Papaclto I’
when you start down the gang
plank.
“My advice would be for you to
leave the wife In the States and
come down yourself a boat or two
ahead, just to get things kind of
cleaned up. There are no company
houses vacant and the O. M. says
you will have to stay In the Paris
hotel. A lousy place to spend your
honeymoon."
Mike signed the letter with a
grand flourish, and they mailed It
together In high glee.
Little Joe was slated to worry—
and howl
* • •
Another steamer-day arrived. Once
more the remote port bussed with
activity. Mike sat at his desk scan
ning the fresh mail Suddenly he
seised an envelope then ripped it
open eagerly, but his look of keen
anticipation changed to one of con
sternation which, as be read on,
deepened almost to terra*.
••Well, am I a bob-tailed ollngoP
he moaned.
“What happened?"
Andy came over, if
Mike weakly held out the sheet of
robin's egg blue stationery covered
with feminine script
“Read It and prepare for the here
after," he counseled darkly.
Andy read, and then laid the let
ter back on Mike’s desk as gently
as If It had been a stick of dyna
mite.
"Gad, what a woman 1 Looks like
you’d put your foot In It this time,
Mike."
"Say I" shouted Mike, enraged by
the holier-than-thou accent In his
tone. "Where do you get that you
stuff? Didn't you help write that
letterr
"Ton signed It," said Andy. “I
wash my hands of the whole affair.”
"Oh, yeah I And who said she
was made outa star-dust—that her
eyes had cabbaged - the moon
beams?"
"I was only quoting from Joe’s
letter, as you are entirely aware.”
“Well, Joe must have been drunk
on tiger’s blood. Say, Andy, can’t
you Just picture the kind ef forget
me-not of the angels she Is? Tall
and hony, wears specks, and has
shark's eyes. One of those women
that gobble at you like a turkey
Instead of swearing."
Mike gingerly picked up the letter
and read again with lnterpolatlona
of his own:
Your abominable letter addressed
to my beloved husband, Joseph
Rogers, by a happy coincidence
fell Into my hands." (Yeah, fell
Is the word, all right I’ll bet your
octopagian tentacles search every
pocket he has.) “If your Intentions
were as nefarious as this letter
would lead one to believe, then fate
was Indeed kind to me In plac
ing It In my hands.” (Fate and
who else?) “It Is evident that
you are trying to separate two
tender hearts whom God hath
Joined together." (The Almighty
would have to hogtle me, old gal
—um-m-m—let’s see how she
winds up—) “Unless you desist
In your attempt to cause trouble
between us, I shall surely show
this letter to my dear husband,
who has always spoken of you In
the highest terms of affection and
esteem.
I am, Sir,
MRS. JOS. ROGERS.
A tight feeling caught Mike In
the throat If only the letter had
reached Joe first, as Intended, he
would have read between the lines.
But now—what a chance for friend
ly festivity I
• • •
Mr. and Mrs. Joseph Rogers ar
rived two boats Inter. If his Job bad
not required It, Mike would never
have gone down to meet the boat.
But as It was, he steered clear of
the promenade deck where the pas
sengers were congregated. Only once
did he qptch a glimpse of Joe and
a tall straight female.
As he dodged down the compan
ionway Joe spied him with a bunch
of officials up forward and pounced
on him like a hawk on a chicken.
Without a "by your leave” to the
astonished officials, he dragged him
aft.
"Here he is, Myra!” he shouted.
Mike chilled at the note of tri
umph In his voice, but decided to
make the best of an awkward situa
tion.
As yet he had only seen the
bride's back, but Joe’s last mighty
shove forced him through the circle
around her and placed him practi
cally at her side. She turned to re
ceive him.
Mike tried to speak, but could
only gasp. He stood gaping at the
slender blue-eyed woman who was
Joe's wife.
“kiss the bride, you old pirate,”
ordered Joe as he drew them to
gether. As Mike remained In a daze,
he whispered, “Old dumb-bell, I
wrote the letter. She knows noth
ing about It”
Just then Andy loped up for his
tenth look at the bride.
“Say. You two pikers,” Joe called.
"Where’s the reception committee?”
Mike had to grin. Andy grinned
sheepishly back. / Again Joe had
made them feel miserable and
wretched for two weeks—and they
still liked him.
Early Transatlantic Flights
The United States navy seaplane
NC-4 was the first heavler-than-alr
craft to cross the Atlantic. This
was In May, 1919. It left Rocka
way, N. Y., with two companion
seaplanes of May 8 and arrived at
Lisbon, Portugal, on May 27. The
trip was made with stops In Nova
Scotia, New Foundland and the
Azores. The first airplane to cross
the ocean In a single flight was a
British Vlckers-Vimy biplane, flown
by Capt John Alcock, pilot, and
Lieut. Arthur W. Brown, navigator.
It left SL Johns, N. F.. June 14,
1919, and landed early the follow
ing day at Clifton, Galway, Ireland.
The British dirigible R-84 was the
first of Its class to cross the Atlan
tic. It left Scotland on July % 1919,
reached Mineola, N. Y„ via New
foundland, on July 0, and returned
by the same route from July 9 to 12. -
Speed ef Electrons
In one second there pass through
the filament of an ordlnaryjQO-watt
electric lamp so many electrons that
If all the people In New York were
set to counting' them and If they
counted out two a second without
stopping a day and a night la 10,000
years they would still have a few
to count.