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^JB^ThORNTON W. BURGETs'-^^i'
A LOVING MATE BUI POOR
HOUSEKEEPER
««|T'S TIME for my dust bath,"
*• said Mourner the Dove to Peter
Rabbit, as the latter sat thinking
over what Mourner had Just told
him about eating gravel ns an aid
to digestion. ‘There Is a dusty
spot over In the Long Lane where I
take a dust bath every day," con
tinued Mourner.
“If you don't mind,” said Peter,
“I’ll go with you."
Mourner said he didn't mind, so
Peter followed him over to the
dusty place In the Long Lane. There
Mourner was Jolnefl by Mrs. Mourn
er, who was dressed very much like
“Now. If You Will Excum Ua, We
Must Be Getting Back Home."
him save that she (lid not have so
beautiful a neck. While they thor
oughly dusted themselves they chat
ted with l’eter.
■*i see you on the ground so much
that I've often wondered If you
build your uest on the ground,"
said Peter.
"No.'' replied Mourner, “Mrs.
Dove builds In a tree, but usually
not far above the ground. Now. If
you’ll excuse us we must get back
home. Mrs. Dove has two eggs to
■It on, and while she Is sitting, I
like to be close at hnnd to keep her
company and make love to her."
The Doves shook the loose dust
from their feathers and Hew awny.
Peter watched to see where they
went, but lost sight of them behind
some trees, so decided to run up to
the Old Orehnrd. There he found
Jenny and Mr. Wren as busy ns
ever feeding that growing family
of theirs. Jenny wouldn't stop an
Instant to gossip. Peter was so brim
ful of whnt he hnd found out about
Mr. and Mrs. Dove that he Just had
to tell some one. lie heurd Kitty
the Catbird among the bushes along
the Old Stone Wall, so hurried over
to look for him. As soon ns he
found him. Peter began to tell what
he had learned about Mourner the
Dove.
“That’s no news, Peter," Inter
rupted Kitty. “1 know all about
Mourner and .ils wife. Thev are
.ery nice people, though I must say
that Mrs. Dove Is one of the poor
est housekeeprs 1 know of. I take
It you never have seen her nest."
Peter shook his hend. "No.” said
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That the wood not including
wood fuel used annually by
the United States, if nailed
together, would make an At
lantic City boardwalk reach
ing from the earth to the
moon. In lumberman’s lan
guage, this would total
about SS.OOO.J'JO.OOO feet
(square feet one inch thick).
Q. McClure Newspaper Syndicate.
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Narajos to Hare Modern Homes
ALHjBK buildings with steam heating, watertight roofing and alee.
window frames in the modern manner will he features of the new
capital on the Navajo Indian reservation In Arizona. The building of
the Navajo capital is being financed by a Public Works administration
a3ioluM.-ut of SP.Vi.tXXs. The photograph shows what one of the dwelling
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he, "I haven't What Is It like?’*
Kitty the Catbird laughed. “It’s
about the poorest apology for a
nest 1 know of," said he. "It Is
made of little sticks and mighty
few of them. How they hold togeth
er Is more than | can understand.
1 guess It Is a good thing that Mrs.
Dove doesn't lay more than two
eggs, and It's a wonder to me that
those two stay In the nest. Listen!
there’s Mourner's voice now. For
one happy he certainly does have
the mourrifulest sounding voice. To
hear him you’d think he was sor
rowful Instead of happy. It always
makes me feel sad to hear him."
"That’s true." replied Peter, "hut
1 like to hear him Just the same.
Hello! Who's that?"
ffi T W. BurKO**.—WNU Service.
1 THROUGH a
WOMAN'S
EYES * NEWTON
WHO SNUBBED YOU TODAY?
iti I rll? didn't you say good
Vv morning to that lady?"
"Because she snubbed me. I may
oe a newcomer, but I don’t want
anyoup around this hotel badly
enough to risk being snubbed. I'm
thankful to say I’m quite sclf-stif
detent and shall enjoy my short va
cation keeping strictly to myself 1”
"Snubbed you? You must be mis
taken, my dear,' said the older
woman to the young friend to
whom she hud recommended this
summer resort, "she would never
snub anybody. She’s a very fine
woman."
Why, not only did she make no
answer when 1 greeted her the first
morning, but the very next day she
walked nil the way around the
porch to avoid passing me 1”
At that moment, the woman In
question came suddenly out of a
side door to the porch on which
they were sitting. In a most friend
ly manner she said "Good morn
ing 1" and stopped by their clmlrs.
"1 noticed at the table," she said,
"that you have a visitor!” The In
troductions over, she turned. “Oh.
I must get my knitting—I see 1 lefl
It when I went In to get these
glasses which I cannot be without
for a moment—I'm so near-sighted."
The secret of the snub—near
sightedness. And so very often an
apparent snub will be found to re
solve Itself Into that, absent-mind
edness, or, at worst, carelessness!
In fact, most snubs linve their
origin In the mind of the person
snubbed. And usually that person
Is, us wns tills girl At the summer
hotel, a newcomer, one who In some
way feels herself tc be on trial, one
who lacks assurance. It lies been
snld that II Is when we mistrust
ourselves that we are most likely
to mistrust the bearing of others
toward us.
if) Bell Syndicate. — WNU Service
NOW IS THE TIME
□OW la the time when each fruit
comes Into the market to have
at hand a few of the delectable
recipes which have waited for them.
While the fresh berries are plentl
fill prepare them for the winter
when Jellies, Jams and preserves of
all kinds are so much enjoyed.
Spiced Rhubarb.
i’ut Into the preserving kettle six
cupfuls of rhubarb peeled and cut
Into small pieces, one cupful of
seeded raisins, one cupful of apple
vinegar, four cupfuls of sugar, one
teaspoonful of cinnamon and one
half spoonful of cloves. Urlng slow
ly to the boiling point and let slm
mer until of the consistency of mar
malade. I'ut Into glasses and seal
with paraffin. If the vinegar Is very
strong dilute It with water.
English Gooseberry Pie.
Line the side only of a deep pie
dish with rich paste. Fill with one
Whale Harpooned and Shot Oil Long Island
rlilS fourteen-tool whale was harpooned and then shot, by live fishermen who encountered the huge mam
mal ten miles off Klre Island Inlet, Long Island. After destroying the monster the fishermen hauled their great
catch Into Lindenhurst.
I PAPA. KNOWS-1
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“Hop what la sentiment?"
"Damp aponge."
©. Ball Syndicate.—WNU Service.
quart of ripe gooseberries which
have beeu stemmed and cleaned,
pour boiling water over the tier
rles and drain und cool. Add one
and one-halt tnblespoonfuls of but
ter and one-third cupful of cur
rant Jelly. Moisten tlie edge of the
pie with cold watei and spread a
top crust with a few perforations
In the center. Flute the rim and
bake forty minutes. Serve turned
upside down on a platter. Serve
with hard sauce.
Baked Peaches.
Select large, ripe peaches for bak
ing. Peel, cut Into halves and re
move stones from the peaches. In
the cavity place a seeded raisin,
one teaspoonful of sugar, one-lmlf
teaspoonful of butter and n sprinkle
of mace, liake slowly In a mod
erate oven until the peaches are
soft. Serve on rounds of sponge
cake with sweetened cream.
<0. Western N^warmner Union.
Question Box
By ED WYNN
The Perfect Foot
Dear Mr. Wynn:
l read In the newspapers that a
well-known shoemaker was arrest
ed for bigamy. He has two wives.
The verdict is that he must give
one some mon?y and live with the
other. Which wife do you think
he'll live with, his first or secoud
wife?
Yours truly,
MARY WONCH.
Answer: If he Is a shoemaker,
as you say. and If he Is a good shoe
maker, he will stick to his last.
Dear Mr. Wynn:
The other day 1 was laid flat on
my hack by an attack of “peritoni
tis." Now 1 am unable to work.
What shall I do?
Sincerely.
N. VALID.
Auswer: Report to the govern
ment at once that you have been
attacked by "peritonitis." Some
thing should he doue to teach a les
son to these foreigners.
Dear Mr. Wynn:
1 live .n a little town In which
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•• I he disadvantage* of twin beds,*
seys sleepless 8ue, “Is that a worn
an doesn't always have something
at hand to throw at a snoring hus
i bar<d.”
Thank God for a
Friend Like You
By ANNE CAMPBELL
THANK (Sod for u friend like you
In bitter days!
Your handclasp Is firm and true,
And staunch your ways.
Though shadows are bleak upon
The morning skies,
l glimpse the first hint of dawn
Deep In your eyer
Thank God for a friend like you!
In Joy or pain,
A bird soars Into the blue I
1 dream again!
Hope arches a rainbow high
in the day’s design!
Thank God, as time marches by,
You're a friend of mlnel
Copyright.—WNU Service.
is situated the state Insane asylum.
They have a tower on the main
building with a large clock In it,
but the clock Is always one or two
hours too early or too late. Do you
think It Is proper to have a clock
that Isn’t right in a state institu
tion?
Yours truly,
L M. KNUTTY.
Answer: It is perfectly proper
In the case you mention. The rea
son they have that clock In the in
sane asylum is because It is not
right.
Denr Mr. Wynn:
1 am a girl eighteen years of age
and a hoy of the same age is going
to call on me tomorrow night. 1
guess I’m a little too old-fashioned
for these modern boys. What I
want to know is this: If he kisses
me shall 1 scream for my family?
Yours truly,
HOPE HEESGOOD.
Answer: Not unless you want
him to kiss them, too.
Dear Mr. Wynn:
My, uncle, a man about forty
years of age, has a habit I can
not understand. Every night Just
before he gets Into his bed he puts
some money under his pillow. Can
you tell me why?
Sincerely,
AL E. GATOR.
Answer: That is very simple. lie
puts money under his pillow so he
feels that he has something to fall
back on.
Dear Mr. Wynn:
Can you tell me what became of
the little fellow w’ho used to sell
papers at Forty-second and Broad
way? 1 mean the Uttl< fellow with
one eye named Charley.
Truly yours,
FULLER PRUNES.
Answer: Tell me the name of his
other eye and I will try to find him
for you.
£>. the Associated Newspapers
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WITTY KITTY
By NINA WILCOX PUTNAM
I he girl chum says the worla
would be better off if autograph
hunters were as persistent as all
that in a better cause.
WNU Service.
Gingham for School
Gingham seems to be the thing
Tor young misses to wear to school
this year. Carmensita Johnson, a
featured young player of the screen,
is seen wearing a charming ging
ham dress which she wears during
the four hours she must attend
school daily while working on a pic*
ture.
BRISBANE
THIS WEEK
The Steamship Fire
No Shooting Santa Claus
You Need Not Read
Billions and Billions
Officers of the Morro Oastle sug
gest that "Reds" set Are to the ship.
Perhaps they did; "Reds" are notori
ously wicked. On the other hand,
"Reds” might be a convenient and
proAtable excuse.
Havana reports 20 Cubans ar
rested for plotting to destroy the
life of Mr. CalTery, United States
ambassador to Cuba. Of course,
they were "Reds." This seems to
be the “Reds’ ’’ busy season.
But, when you read about
"wicked Reds" setting Are to the
Morro Castle for the pleasure of
burning people, remember that
while nothing may be too wicked
for "wicked Reds,” it Is also the
fact that owners of the Morro Cas
tle would be free from all damage
suits if it could be proved that me
ship was set on Are.
A distinguished gentleman, for
mer cabinet member, asked what
he thought about this fall’s elec
tions, replied, “As you know well,
you can’t shoot Santa Claus,’’
meaning that President Roosevelt
is the national Santa Claus.
Maine’s election Indicates that
“shots’’ aimed at “Santa Claus" will
be few for the present. The Repub
lican state of Maine re-elected a
Democratic governor and also went
wet by a big vote. And Maine was
thp first dry state—with a prohibi
tion law passed 80 years ago, In
1854.
New York’s Supreme court, Ap
pellate division, decides that it is
not necessary to be able to read or
write in order to vote, a sound de
cision. Abraham Lincoln’s mother
couldn’t read. She would have
voted wisely. Shakespeare’s moth
er probably couldn’t read, his wife
and daughter certainly could not.
More Important, the ballot Is given
to the ordinary citizen not to let
him show how learned a person
he is, but to let him put dishonest
rascals and Incompetent geese out
of office.
It isn’t necessary to know how
to read or write in order to know
that you have been badly governed
and are hard up.
The government will refund one
thousand seven hundred and sev
enty-four million dollars’ worth of
government debts, and rejoices
that It will pay only 3Vi per cent
Interest. Why Issue more flat bonds
when plain flat money would be ex
actly as good? Neither is worth
more than the paper It Is printed
on, except for the government’s
signature.
During the 12 years for which the
new government debt obligations
will run taxpayers will have to pay
In Interest unnecessarily $692,151,
915, or, compounding the Interest,
$838,500,301.
Furthermore, the government will
have to refinance this year alto
gether $5,369,080,400 of indebted
ness and will presumably Issue flat
bonds bearing at least 3Vi per cent
Interest. This foolishness will cost
United States taxpayers In the 12
years following the issue $2,093,
943,696. Two thousand ninety-three
million dollars!
Why Insist on Issuing flat bonds
when you can Just as well Issue flat
money?
The mother of Thomas J. Mooney,
sentenced to life Imprisonment In
San Quentin prison, hut to be re
leased if Upton Sinclair is elected
governor, died recently. Now It is
proposed to take her body, em
balmed, of course, out to San Quen
tin prison, that her son may look
once more upon her face. The
warden does not think he can ‘•per
mit" such a thing." lie ought to
permit It.
On Long Island the mother of
three children took poison, as many
mothers do, unfortunately. This
suicide was unusual because the
mother, after taking poison, stood
on her front porch screaming that
she was sorry she had taken it. It
was too late. She was dead when
her husband arrived.
Matthew Woll, vice president of
the American Federation of Labor,
considered by those that ordinarily
think little of labor leaders, "an ab
solutely honest and very able mnn,”
says capital and labor should Join
to control the Reds. They might
buy a mouse trap, pay In flfty-flfty.
but nfter they got the Red mouse In
the trap It would go on squealing
about the prisoners of starvation.
That little mouse lias not had so
much fun before In all Its life, or at
least not since Lenin died.
Greeley enld, "Go West, young
mnn.”
Wall Street young men and old
are going north to Toronto, where
they And a new gold rush most
profitable. It Is not a rush to reach
remote mines, only a rush to the
Toronto Stock exchange, where new
gold and silver stocks are pouring
out every minute and "Wall Street
honsea.” disgusted with their own
cold, cruel country, are opening
branch offices rapidly.
C. King r««iur. » Syn4isat« Isa.
WNU Serytcs.
Makes Its Wearer
Feel “Just Right”
TATTERN 150*
I wcftme, CftdoMtS 1502 1
There’s always one frock in your
wardrobe that Is the big favorite—
you wear it time and again because
It is most becoming, it’s “just right,”
and you feel really stunning in It.
So it is with the model sketched
today. Here are lines and details
that flatter every type of figure—
graceful capes over the shoulders, a
surplice bodice line, and youthful
waistline treatment that makes for a
more slender appearance because
cleverly placed seamlngs replace a
belt. The sash, from side seams, ties
in back in a graceful bow. Choose
a dainty printed silk or sheer—and
make this your favorite!
Pattern 1502 is available in sizes
16, 18, 20, 34, 3G, 38, 40, 42 and 44.
Size 16 takes 3% yards 39-inch fab
ric. Illustrated step-by-step sewing
Instructions included.
Send FIFTEEN CENTS (15c) in
coins or stamps (coins preferred) for
this pattern. Write plainly name, ad
dress and style number. BE SURE
TO STATE SIZE.
Address orders to Sewing Circle
Pattern Department, 243 West Seven
teenth Street, New York City.
CASTE
As the doorkeeper ran down the
club steps to open the car door, he
tripped and rolled down the last
four steps.
“For heaven’s sake, be careful,”
cried the manager. “They’ll think
you’re a member.”—Exchange.
You Glisten, Anyway
“So he said I was a polished gentle
man, did he?”
“Well, yes. It meant the same
thing.”
“Ah! What was the exact word?”
“He said you were a slippery fel
low.”—Pearson’s Weekly.
Close Tongue
Florist—Want to say it with flow
ers? About three dozen roses, say?
Cyril—How about six—I don’t want
to say too much !
Postal Rate
King Arthur—How much’ll you
take for this suit of armor, Lance?
Lancelot—Three cents an ounce,
Art.—It's first-class mail.
