Reaction of Tots to Prying Eye of Camera
TI11S picture was taken at a recent baby party given at the Massachusetts Osteopathic hospital In Boston.
Left to right. Bruce MacDonald, one year and a half old. refuses to pose and covers up. while Bobby Werner,
six months, is entirely indifferent Katherine McMillan, twenty months, is about to give way to tears, while
Jane Batt, eleven months, merely snaps her fingers.
BEDTIME STORY
By THORNTON W. BURGESS'
DANNY MEADOW MOUSE
WISHES HE HAD
H STAYED HOME
HEN Danny Meadow Mouse
crept Into the little hole In
the bank of the Smiling Pool his
heart was beating so fast that It
didn't seem to him he would he able
to move again for a long time. You
eee. crossing the Smiling Pool was
a long swim for mich a little fellow
as Danny Meadow Mouse. Me had
not been in the water for a long
time before, and so of course swim
It Wat the Head of Snapper, the Big
Snapping Turtle.
ming tired him much more than It
would have dine had he been in the
habit of swimming every day. It
wouldn't have been so bad if he
hadn't been obliged to swim Just as
fast as be possibly could. As it
was. the Big Pickerel who lived in
the Smiling Pool had nlmost caught
him. So between his terrible fright
and bla bard work Danny was quite
used up.
He laid down, and for a while
just panted and panted, and nil the
time wished that he had stayed at
home where he belonged on the
other aide of the Smiling Pool. By
and by his heart stopped heating
ao fast, and he didn’t have to pant
bo to get his breath. You know, the
little people of the Green Forest
and the Green Meadow recover very
quickly from fright and weariness.
This Is a wise provision of Old
Mother Nature. If it were not so
they would not be prepared to meet
unexpected new dangers.
So It wasn't a great while be
fore Danny once more felt quite
like himself. lie crept to the en
trance of the hole In which he had
found safety nnd peeped out. lie
wanted to see If Reddy Fox wns
still on the other bank of the Smll
Ing Pool, nnd what his chances of
getting hack home safely were.
The Smiling Pool was ns calm
and peaceful and lovely ns If no
such thing as danger was ever
known there. Over on the other
bank Danny could see Reddy Fox
It was evident that Reddy had not
given up hope of getting a meal
of some kind at the Smiling Pool.
Danny's big cousin. Jerry Muskrat,
had Just climbed out on the Big
Hock with a Illy root. This he be
gan to cnt. Just watching him made
Danny hungry. Grandfather Frog
had once more climbed out on the
big, green Illy pad. Danny looked
down Into the water and his heart
gave n little Jump. Ilnlf hidden
under some lily pads was the Big
Pickerel who had so nearly caught
him. Danny didn't need to be told
that the Big Pickerel was lying
there In the hope that Danny would
once more take to the water.
Suddenly an ugly blnck head
with wicked looking horny Jaws
was thrust out of the water in the
middle of the Smiling Pool. It was
the head of Snapper the big Snap
ping Turtle, and the very sight of
him made Danny shiver, for he knew
that nothing would suit Snnpper bet
ter for n dinner than a fat meadow
mouse. More than ever Danny
wished he had stayed at home.
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French Hat for Spring
l.arjte black plcot felt calotte
trimmed with a Scotch feather
knife. Modeled by Itoxane.
Through JEAN NEWTON
A WOMAN S EYES
THE BOY SAID A MOUTHFUL
HE king of Jugoslavia was
isked what be wanted for Christ
mas.
"A motor cycle," he answered
promptly.
“But, Peter," said Ids grandmoth
er, "you can't have that—you’re
much too young to ride a motor
cycle I"
"But I am the king!” said Peter.
"What’s the use of being king If 1
can't have what I want?"
We will not envy the king’s
grandmother the Job of enlighten
ing him.
The question reminds us of sim
ilar ones, asked by adults old
enough to know better.
"What's the use of being boss,
when I'm not free to do as 1 please?”
"What’s the use of my position,
when It only complicates life for
me?"
"What’s the use of success, when
It does not tiring me happiness?”
Did his grandmother tell the boy
king that Ills mistake was neither
an original nor an unusual one?
Did she tell him thnt of nil the peo
ple In the world who are lensf like
ly to be able to do ns they please
and have what they really want are
the kings, the bosses, the men and
women who have success or a posi
tion of power? Did she tell him
thnt the one great return that all
these people have in common Is re
sponsibility—thnt responsibility Is
Incompatible with freedom? In
short, did she tell him "there’s noth
lug In It?’’
To “What’s the use of being
king?” did she answer, "the priv
ilege of working hard, of worrying
much, of subordinating personal de
sires, and—perhaps—of serving a
little?" Did she reveal the disil
lusioning fact that one of the chief
privileges of power, as of success,
is the unceasing struggle to hold
that possession? Tlint happens to
be more true of kings today thnn it
used to be. But It Is a law of na
ture that the top of any heap is
the place where you have to guard
ngnlnst falling.
What’s the use of being on top if
you can’t have what you want?
Boy, "you said a mouthful!”
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j> You Know—
That dice were so popular
with the ancient Germans
that they would often haz
ard their wealth and even
their liberty upon the turn
of the “bones.” He who lost
submitted to servitude and
allowed himself to be bound
and sold in the market place.
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PAPA KNOWSH
in
“Pop, what Is a sausage?”
“Bridge of sighs.”
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Lost in the IVoods
Sm'OH I
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XXJ OtfT
MARRIAGE
By ANNE CAMPBELL
1 ■ "
ABOVE the din of the children.
Above the sweeping and dust
ing.
Above the ugly and sordid.
Like a white bird thrusting
Into the heavenly blue.
There rides the thought of you!
Above flip worry and planning,
Above the day’s endless labor.
Above I he ceaseless adjustment,
Like a shining saber
Cleaving the clouds that will form.
Is your love, true and warm!
Above the monotonous hours.
Above the wreck of our dreaming.
Above the Illness and sorrow,
Like a bright star gleaming.
Shines ever constant and true.
Your love for me, my love for you ! I
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Minute make-ups
.—=By V. V.
It's difficult to curl those back
locks every morning, but did you
ever try winding them around a cold
curling iron, gripping the ends firm
ly and iwlsting the Iron upward?
Slip the Iron out and If your per
manent is still at all tractable the
curls will stay in place.
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Question box
ED WYNN, The Perfect Fool
Dear .Mr. Wynn:
I heard a woman tell another that
her husband reminded her of a fur
nace. What do you think she meant
by that?
Truly yours.
ROSE Z. PESEY.
Answer: She simply means that
he smokes all day nnd goes out at
night
Dear .Mr. Wynn:
t heard two men discussing ani
mals. One said that while in India
he saw a ‘‘man eating tiger.” The
other saiti that once while in Bos
ton he saw a "man eating rabbit.”
Do you believe that?
Yours truly,
IKE KANTSEEIT.
Answer: Well, It's possible.
Dear Mr. Wynn:
I am a girl eighteen years of age
nnd for the first time in my life 1
went “slumming” last night. I felt
hungry nnd went into a cheap res
taurant and was surprised to see
A SYMPHONY OF SALADS
FS THERE ever any salad more
* appetizing and attractive than
nice fresh shrimp? ^Fake two cup
fuls of cooked shrimp—fresh, if pos
sible, canned will do—add one cup
ful of finely cut tender celery, one
third cupful of sliced olives (the
stuffed ones), one-third of a cupful
of french dressing, let stand to sea
son, adding salt nnd cayenne. Then
when serving add mayonnaise and
serve on lettuce.
Who doesn’t like the tender and
delicious chicken salad?
Chicken Salad.
Cut tlie light meat of ehickon into
cubes. For each qunrt of the finely
ORLIS^v^
"To lend your ear," says know
ing Nora, "too often means being
talked into lending your purse.”
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men eating with their knives. Can
you tell me why people eat with
their knives?
Sincerely,
I. PHEEL FINE.
Answer: Merely to sharpen their
appetites.
Dear Mr. Wynn:
I am a girl seven years of age
am! go to school. Our teacher says
that Robinson Crusoe was an ac
robat. She’s talking through her
hat, ain’t she?
Tours truly,
ANNA MILLS.
Answer: My dear child, she Is
most likely referring to the second
chapter In the story of Robinson
Crusoe where it says: “When Rob
lnson finished his day’s work he sat
down on his chest.’’
Dear Mr. Wynn:
I heard my folks say rr how fish
gives yub brains. If what they say
is true, what kind of them there
fish shall I eat?
Yours truly,
ALF. ALFA .
Answer: Judging by your letter.
! suggest a whale.
__ •
Dear Mr. Wynn:
Today I saw a policeman walk up
to a dog, shoot and kill him. Do
you think the dog was mad?
Yours truly,
P. DESTRIAN.
Answer: 1 don't think the dog
was pleased.
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WNU Service.
cut chicken add a teaspoonful of
salt, a tablespoonful of lemon juice,
a saltspoonful of white pepper and
a few dashes of cayenne. Mix and
stand aside in a cool place. Add two
thirds as much tender celery cut
into bits, a half cupful of shredded
almonds and let stand until serving
time. Cover with mayonnaise and
serve on lettuce, garnished with
olives, capers and hard cooked eggs.
Another well liked salad is
Waldorf Salad.
Take one cupful of diced celery,
two cupfuls of finely cubed apples,
one-half cupful of broken pecan
meats. Cover with a tablespoonful
of lemon juice and one of olive oil,
adding salt and a tenspoonful of
sugar. Let stand for an hour, then
serve on lettuce with a mayonnaise
dressing.
Almonds, Pineapple and Cabbage
Salad.
Shred a tender head of cabbage,
add one cupful of shredded blanched
almonds and a few slices of diced
pineapple. Serve with salt, paprika
and sour cream. Line a bowl with
lettuce leaves and heap in it the
salad. Serve with cheese and
crackers.
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Makes “Three Dimensional” Films
Mo.Nslh.LI 11 LULIS LLMIEUL, trench savant, one ol the pioneers Ip
the cinema field, is shown with the apparatus of his latest inven
tion—“three dimensional Mims.” The camera takes two Impressions to
produce the effect of relief. The spectator wears a pair of special glasses.
One lense with yellowish tint and the other with blue tint.
BRISBANE
THIS WEEK
War? Who Knows?
Strange Hanging
How Old Is Graft?
What Are Life and Death?
Lloyd George says there will be
no war “this time," but some In Eu
rope do not
Arthur llrlnbane
agree. Mussolini
wants France
and England to
join him in an
i agreement to
suppress any
outbreak affect
ing them.
France is said
to have moved
troops for de
fense to the Ger
man frontier, al
though it is hard
to guess what
those troops
could do. If Ger
many declared war It would be with
planes dropping explosives and
poison gas on Paris. No nation at
war will sit In trenches for four
or five years, now that flying is real.
Britain, going a long way around,
wisely, seuds a suave statesman,
Captain Eden, to Moscow to see
Stalin of Russia. The talk, not pub
lished, may have been like this:
If England agrees to help you
fight Japan, will you help against
Germany, in case of need?
A British naval officer cut the
throat of a shipmate. In England
they hang you for that. When
hanging time came, Mrs. Violet Van
derelst, prosperous widow, opposed
to the death penalty, hired two
planes to fly back and forth above
the gallows, trailing banners read
ing, “Stop the death sentence."
While airplanes flew overhead,
trucks drove back and forth before
the jail, with loud speakers bellow
ing “Abide With Me.”
The man that “killed his comrade
sleeping,” or however he did it, did
not "abide.” He went through the
trap.
Graft and dishonesty are old, as
old as human need and cunning. A
papyrus written 1,200 years before
Christ tells of three men tried for
robbing a royal tomb. Egyptian
kings were descended from the
gods; to rob their tombs was sac
rilege, the punishment death.
A dishonest jeweler, putting base
metal in a supposedly “pure gold’’
crown for King Hlero, was exposed
by the great Archimedes, who
thought out a method in his bath,
and started the word ‘•eureka" down
through the ages.
Michael Angelo, building St. Pe
ter’s at Rome, complained to the
pope of the materials furnished by
contractors, reminding his holiness
that he, Michael Angelo, would
make no profit from St. Peter’s ex
cept ‘‘benefit to my soul,” and urged
the pope to punish the grafters.
There Is even graft now in tills mod
ern, enlightened republic.
What Is life? What Is death?
What are we?
An English gentleman “dies”;
doctors pronounce him dead. He
returns to life, says he has been in
heaven, tells what he saw—a dull
account, clothing the same as we
wear here. How far, how fast, did
his spirit travel while he was
“dead”?
What does the soul do while the
body is supposedly dead? Does it
go away and come back, or just wait
around inside the body? What is
death? Some say it is only a ‘•be
lief,” and there is no such thing.
In New York's American Museum
of Natural History is shown a draw
ing of the largest land mammal that
ever lived, named Baluchlterlum.
This huge animal, which vanished
from earth 25,000,000 years ago,
stood 17 feet 9 Inches high at the
shoulder, was as big as two big ele
phants, weighing 20,000 pounds or
more. It was not as big as a dino
saur, but the dinosaur laid eggs
and was no mammal. A food prob
lem might be solved if the “big
gest mammal” could be brought
back and raised by cattlemen. It
ate 500 pounds of food a day; that
must be considered.
Sir John Simon, returning from
an unsatisfactory talk with Flitlei,
reports “certain divergencies" of
opinion. That is going pretty far
for a British statesman. There is
a bigger fly than that in the oint
ment: Sir John learns from Hitler
that Germany “already has a larger
air force than that of Great Brit
ain." Britain thought Germany had
only half as many planes. A wise
statesman gets his fighting air
planes ready before he starts to
tight.
In France three persons “steri
lized" at their own request by “a
mysterious Austrian doctor" because
they, did not want to have children
have been arrested.
France, striving for more popula
tion, believes that “sterilization”
can be overdone.
The mysterious Austrian per
formed 15 operations on men and
women before disappearing.
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WNTJ Service.
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PROFESSIONAL
“Play poker with a dentist? No,
sir.”
“Why not?”
“He’s too blamed expert at draw
ing and tilling.’1—Philadelphia Bul
letin.
He Knew Hit Business
Tourist—This Niagara! What a
lovely cataract!
Hotel Keeper—You are an artist
I can see.
Tourist — No, an oculist—Moua
tique (Charleroi).
Commercial Candor
Customer—How do you sell this
limburger?
Grocer—I often wonder nyself,
ma'am.
Knew Dad’s Handiwork
Lulu—What’s the matter with the
car now? It won’t run.
Kenneth—I t'r.nno. I guess dad's
been fixin’ it again.
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