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I, THE KING > By WAY LAND WELLS WILLIAMS. • U'ooyrifht. 19J4 ) _______4 CHAPTER I. I. The nursery door opener! with a soft swishing sound. Kit felt some thing warm on his face and opened one eye to see the alert head and pink tongue of a collie reaching through the brass baps of the crib. The tongue made another lunge, land ing in his open ear. "Go way," Kit moaned. "Naugh ty. Go way!" Nana, Mho was fussing over the waehstand, turned on the scene. "Now you stop that, Pollux' You get out, now . Out You know you don't cyme in till after your master's bath. . . . Now then. Master Chris topher, time to get up." She raised a window shade and a great splotch of yellow light fell on the carpet. Brilliant motes swirled In the beam above it. Kit watched . them, lasciviously comfortable and rroerastinative. "Where does the sun come from, Nana?’ "From the sun. Come along, now." "The eun comes from the sun, the •un comes from the sun," chanted Kit In a languorous manner, faintly satirical. Nana grew- more Impatient, verbosely. "But you haven't got my bath ready yet, Nana.” He pronounced it "bahth,” as she did. "I shall have, by the time you're ready. You've got to have your teeth brushed first, and so forth." "You can brush my teeth after wards What’s so forth?" At that point, the door opened again and an ethereal figure in loose blue Bilk stood over Kit. "Who's my lazy boy? Lazy, lazy boy! You're com ing down to breakfast with papa and me. Mr. Newell feels better this 'morning, Nana, and he wants Master Kit to come down. Can you have him ready In half an hour? I ll get him ready, while you get the bath ready." Nana fussed smong water pots at a higher tempo. Mrs. Newell let down the brass rail of the crib, placed her hands in Kit’s armpits and pulled •him to his feet. She undid the but tons of his flannel night dress, which fell off him. Kit flopped forward on his mother’s breast. Her soft hand passed up and down his back and Isg*. “f don’t want to get up. mummy." • "What? Don’t you want to have breakfast, with papa and me?" "No.’’ "Tou don’t? Why not?" Kit waa tired of that. "Pollux woke me up, mummy. He licked my eve." "Naughty Pollux! There, your bath's ready. Come along!" Half an hour later Kit snt. strapped In a high chair by the dining room table and disgraced himself. He was given a boiled egg mashed up in a glasa, which he promptly upset. When that damage was repaired he amused himself by kicking spoons off the ta ble. Kevins picked them up, silently, and replaced them beyond his reach, ills mother and father were both hid den behind newspapers. If they would have him down, they might at least nmuse him! He reached a predatory toe far across the table at a distant knife. Mr. Newell jerked his paper down. "HI. stop that! Put that foot down!" Ivit put it down. "Darling." said mania, "If you can’t behave at table you'll have to eat in the nursery." "Want to eat In the nurserv!" "That." said Mr. Newell, invisible again, "Is where he has you." Mrs. Newell, disturbed, was stand ing over Kit, arranging his bib and the things on his tray, and talking. He could feel her breath on his hair. "Darling, you must, be a little gen tleman. You must, learn to behave at table—we must have you down 1 oftener. You can’t eat in the nur sery all your life. Here you are 4 years old and—" In an access of irritation Kit raised his egg spoon end slapped his mother smartly oji the face.. She drew back, hurt and astounded. Crisis was In the air; Kit felt It, and cringed. But suddenly he saw his mother’s face with a great smear of yellow egg on It, and laughed. "Oh, mummy, you look so funny! You've got a yellow face! Oh, mum my . , Mr. Newell was over him now, re moving the tray and taking him from the chair. "This has gone about far enough. Come here. You’ve behaved abominably. You upset your egg, you put your foot, on the table, and you threw egg at your mother—” "I didn’t! I slapped her with the spoon!" "Yes, he did, George. It hurts, quite badly." "You slapped your mother with the spoon. I won’t have such things. You've got. to be punished." He took a knife off the table. Kit thought he was going to be killed. But It was only a dull fruit, knife; with It Mr. Newell struck Kit In the open palm, several times. Hla eyes closed, his mouth opened. He was back In his chair, still be! lowing. He could not think of food Life was all hate, misunderstanding and an aching hand. "Bo quiet!" or dered his father, but he yelled on, fearless In despair. Silently his moth er took him out of his chair again snd led him toward the door. "I’m sorry you can't learn to be a good llttls boy. Kevins, call Nana, will you?" "That's the way It always Is," grunted Mr. Newell, returning to his paper. II. The broom was ordered for 2 30, snd Kit was quite sallsfled with the < — 1 ' ■ arrangement. A broom war a stick thing you swept with and made dust: it was also a thing you drove in, a little house with doors and windows nd green cushioned seats and a nice sn;e!l. You got Into it, and after a while you were in the park, and when you got to a place called the Mall you got out and played. Xana sat on a bench with the other nurses, and you played with the other children After a while you got into the broom again and drove home. On this day the preliminaries all went beautifully. The Broon smelt beautifully, Mamma went, sitting furred and beautiful beside Xana, and pollux was allowed to come. He foamed about the Broon, making a delicious turmoil. They passed quite coise to General Sherman and the Atjgel. Kit loved that gold Angel. Just inside the park gates he saw a horse slip and fall down. The Mall was sunny and lovely and full of children. Maudie Hoffington was there, and Dickie, and the Mer cer twins, Davy and Joan. Maudie was in a coat of white fur with little black tails. "HTlol" she said carelessly. . Then she saw Pollux and fell on his neck with a shriek of, delight. Kit was jealous, not because Maudie cared more for Pollux than for himself, but because Pollux was his dog and It would not do for her to win too much of his affection. He also threw' him self on Pollaux's neck, gushing en dearing terms. Pollux squirmed, and licked both their faces impartialiy. "I’ve got a watch," said Maudie, suddenly sated. "I’ll show it to you, but not now. Were going to play hopscotch now. Come along!” "I don’t want to play hopscotch. That’s a girls' game. I want to play Come Away," "All right. Who’s it?" "Let me see your watch, Maudie." "Xo, not now. I’ve got to exa cise, Nursie ays, so's to get warm." 'Will you let me see it when you've exaclsed?" "Yes. Coma on!" When they were tired of Come Away, Kit returned to Maudie. With bated breath she drew from her muff a little gold watch a-dangle on a short chain. "It winds," she said triumphantly, "and ticks!" "Let me have it!’ "Xo, you'll break it. I'll show you." She carefully turned the corrugated button and held the watch to the ear of the fascinated Kit. An angelic ticking sound issued forth, then stopped. "Do it again, Maudie!" She did it. "Do it again!" After the third time Kit was afire with entv. "Let me have it, Maudie. iust a little while! I won't hurt it!" "No, you can’t. You'll break it. Boys always break things." "No. I won't! Really!” "Ves, you will!" . “No, I won’t!" "You can't have it, anyway." "I'll take it!" _ _ Maudle knew he would, and backed off .pushing the watch Into her muff Kit followed her; a sort scuffle en sued, at the end of which Kit ran off, pushing the watch into her muff, lay on tha pavement, kicking her heels In the air and screaming. “He stole my watch! Nursie, he stole my ♦atch!" _ Nana and Nursle beard, and broke off a dlgcusslon on Southampton versus Narragansett. Nursle picked up and soothed the outraged Maudle, but Nana's task was harder. Kit was running about on the grass, elusive and agile, with the watch In his hands. "Master Christopher," she called In her clear English voice, ‘'come here! Come here at once! Give Maudie her watch this Instant!” This having no effect, she adopted other tactics. "For shame, to knock a little girl down and steal her watch! A great big boy like you! Shame!” Kit ran about as before, and she con tinued, playing her trump card: "What will your Mummy Bay, when I tell her about this?" Kit's tare fell, but he remained obdurate. Then he saw Dickie Hof finpton rome runnlnp toward him, and knew that the situation waa rhanped. "Here, take .it.'* he said, handinp Dickie the wa’tch. "It a no pood, anyway.” __ Dickie flung the watch down and unexpectedly punched Kit in the face. Kit punched back; they grappled and fell rolling over and over on the hard turf They had to be separated by the nurse?. (To Bo Continued Tomorrow.) Pee Want Ada Produca Result*. New York -•Day by Day v) fly O. O. MrlNTYRK. New York, Oct. A.—Thoughts while strolling around New York: Bugs Baer with his thick mop of touseled hair. And owlish expression. A hun gry cat watching a flock of twitter ing iparrow*. A Chinese weighted down with strands of linked sausage. A cafe where waiters wear scarlet blouses and rings in their ears. A topaz shop. More skyscrapers with cliffs and crags of windows towering to the clouds. An old man with a sign card on his back: "I've lost my job. And nobody wants me." Poor fellow! The ascending cadence of the lunch hour. Chattering stenographers. Whistling clerks. Will Rogers help Qnfc an old man on a street car. Won der who broke three plate glass win dows in a row? A Black Maria filled with screaming girls. And Broadway grins. There’s class. A perfume shop with gold cloth awning. Cake eatera are removing the tiny amudge mustaches. A hiccoughing old woman muttering and zlg zagging. The bleak dawn of civilization—a new hotel permits you to leave your hats free. Curb comedians. As dull as ditch water. Each with a copy of Variety In his pocket. A fog. New York cannot bear the dark. Subway track men come tip for air. And smoke corncob pipes. Another wave of dementia. Shops are advertising a new Chinese game. Cloche hals pulled over worried eye brows. There's fJranfland Bice, And Tad who gives the nation its slang. And s. lot of giggles. Wish I could watch a big bonfire. The old haekman who cries: "Ker ridge, leddy; very exclusive!" And Old Dan. the telescope man. Who shows you Sirius the dog star for 10 cents. Whatever became of the nap kin ring? W. .1. Burns. And one of his sons. Rt111 another foe. Toodle oo! I know of only onn man who has ever mads a living playing the ponies. He is th* proprietor of a heefsteak place. He has been following the races for 30 years. He says he knows' nothing much of form and other Il lusions of the track. He merely plays his hunches and happens to be lucky but he says all the men who bet when ha began sre broke or learned It doesn't I'ay and quit. Some people are thrilled. In sn un usual way. A man came from Hono lulu to New York the other day to be the first to register at a new holel. He inscribed his name, had lunch and Started back home again in the even ing. There's th# ultimate in excite ment for you! John Bolden specializes In well laundered plays. He has had four big successes without a suggestive situation or a line that could not be. repeated at a Sunday school conven tion. Yet most of the Intellectual critic* will tell you he Is a patron of "hokum." Bolden began life es a briekisyer. A prominent New York actress ha* been married for three years. The news of It leaked out ttie other day. No effort was made for secrecy. She merely was married tinder her real name which was such a startling change from the flowery paeudonvrn aha adopted that not a reporter rec ognized It. I know a small-time vaudeville ac tor whose real nnrne Is Mike Kraut, lie has taken the name of Enrol linn dolph. ilo has » feminine partner who was horn I.lzzle Yates anti she lias become I'lricn Derr Kniytlie. They loll me that under the Hum name of Kraut and Yates they had difficulty g Itlng bookings in cheap vaudvllle but »« Smyths mid Han dolph thslr engagements nrn picking up. They expect to make tile big UtOS goon. .nirT; ssmkikh. iii“ Abe Martin up folks hip minhty lavish * it pomes t' givin' nHvice, or mrheers, or spendin' a week, /lin’ an par, hut they never ae o' any money. “Let me ||isrd t’ know that when I . II aphool,” says most, any _!ibien his little boy asks him stopher Columbia* wuj. Zu. rn trolytii r*., ti THE NEBBS where there’s life there’s hope. 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