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PETER HAS HARD WORK TO
BELIEVE HIS EYES
THE very morning that Jimmy
Skunk had decided to go see for
himself the stranger of whom Sam
my Jay and Blacky the Crow and
Unc' Billy Possum told such strange
stories Peter Rabbit had made up
his mind that he Just had to see for
himself what was going on. He had
not been into the deepest part of
the Green Forest since the time
when he had found the strange
tracks in the snow. The truth is Pe
ter had been afraid to go. But now
his curiosity had been aroused so
by what Sammy Jay and Blarky
So Peter Had Started Off by Himself
the Crow had said that he couldn’t
keep away any longer. First he
looked (or his cousin. Jumper the
Hare. Jumper had not been afraid
when Peter had told him about
those strange tracks, and he felt
sure that Jumper would not be
afraid now. But Jumper was no
where to be found. In fact, Peter
had not seen him for some time,
not since Sammy Jay had first come
■creaming out of the Green Forest
with his story of the big stranger
with the terrible claws.
So Peter started off by himself
His heart went pit-a-pat, pit-a-pat,
and he sat up to look and listen so
;o ittf, riwUiM
“Stick 'em up!"
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often that it took him longer than
ever to reach the pond of Paddy the
Beaver deep in the Green Forest.
Not once had Peter seen or heard
anything to make him afraid, and
by the time he reached Paddy’s
pond he had begun to feel very
■ brave and bold. In fact he had
1 almost begun to doubt if there was
any such stranger as Sammy had
I described.
Then all of a sudden, right on the
shore of Paddy’s pond, Peter saw a
sight that made him quite gasp for
breath Yes, sir, it quite took Pe
ter’s breath away. What was it?
Why, it was the meeting between
Jimmy Skunk and the big stranger
Sammy Jay had told about. He
was very big, quite as big as Farm
er Brown's boy. was the stranger
and he wore a black fur coat just
as Sammy had said And there were
the great big claws, the terrible
claws, the most awful claws that
Peter had ever dreamed of. As
soon as he saw them Peter knew
for sure that this stranger was the
one who had made the big, strange
tracks he had found in the snow in
the deepest part of the Green For
est at the very last of winter. And
now here was the great stranger
with the terrible claws walking
straight toward Jimmy Skunk and
Jimmy didn't seem to know it. In
fact Jimmy was resting and he
looked very much as if he were go
ing to take a nap Peter wanted
to shout and warn Jimmy Then
he thought of thumping. But he
didn't do either. The fact is Peter
didn’t quite dare to.
But there was no need, for just
then the stranger stepped on a stick
and it broke with a snap Jimmy
Skunk turned about. Of course Pe
ter expected to see Jimmy run as
fast as ever he could. “Jimmy sel
dom hurries, but he will this time,"
thought Peter.
But Peter was wrong. Jimmy did
nothing of the kind. For a minute
he just stared and stared. The big
black stranger kept right on com
ing. Then, instead of running, Jim
my went forward to meet him. Yes,
sir. Jimmy Skunk just marched
straight toward the stranger with
his head and tail held high. The
big black stranger stopped and eyed
Jimmy a bit doubtfully. Then he
stood up on his hind legs and he was
as tall as Farmer Brown’s boy. This
made Jimmy stop for a minute.
Never had he seen any one but
Farmer Brown's boy himself who
could stand like that But it wouldn't
do to let this stranger think that
just because he was big and had
cruel looking claws he could scare
everybody, and so Jimmy once more
marched forward. You know he
really has a great deal of confidence
in that little bag of scent he always
carries with him. The stranger
growled. Jimmy kept right on
Then what do you think happened?
Why that great, big stranger began
to back away! Peter Rabbit could
hardly believe his own eyes.
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He Drives His Tractor Like a Horse
Bert Bonham is here seen demonstrating tor Latter Day Saint offi
cials at Salt Lake City. Utah, the gasoline farm steed ne has invented
and which is driven as one would drive a horse. "It's all in that little
iron box behind the motor," says Bert’s brother and co-inventor. Bond.
When Bonham pulled on the reins the machine halted. When he released
them it moved forward. A hard pull set the rig moving backward and a
Jerk on one rein turned the machine. The brothers experimented
Seattle s Russian Orthodox Church
Towering over several buildings and housetops are the awe-inspir
ing seven spirals of the new Russian Orthodox church which is being
built in Seattle. It is said to be the only one of its architectural design on
the Coast. When the church is completed there is expected to be a con
tinuous flow of visiting artists to paint and draw the artistic building.
This church is being erected by the pastor himself along with several
other members of the church. The pastor is the Rev. M. Danilchik, who
came from southern Russia.
“Spirit of Radio”
in a costume that well befits her
title, Miss Eimina Humphreys of
Southampton, England, posed after
being chosen as "The Spirit of Ra
dio” in a contest that had many
entries. Eimina is nineteen years
old.
FIRST AID
TO THE
AILING HOUSE
By Roger B. Whitman
RELATIVE HUMIDITY
WITH the coming in of air con
ditioning, and the use of hu
midifiers, the term "relative humid
ity" is used to indicate the percent
age of moisture in the air. This
term is explained as showing the
quantity of moisture in the air com
pared to the limit that the air can
hold. For a comparison, a sponge
picks up moisture and continues to
pick it up until it is saturated; be
yond that, any more water causes
a drip.
The amount of water vapor that
air can take up depends on tem
perature. The warmer the air. the
more vapor it can hold; the greater
will be the quantity of water vapor
needed to saturate it.
Relative humidity is the amount
of water vapor actually in the air.
compared to the amount of water
vapor that would be needed for sat
uration. Air that is fully saturated
and that can take up no more vapor
without forming a drip or a mist, is
said to be 100 per cent humidified
The relative humidity of a body
of air depends on the temperature
of the air. Consider a room in which
the air at a temperature of 40 de
grees contains a certain quantity of
water vapor. If the temperature of
the air is then raised to, say, 60
or 70 degrees, with no more water
vapor added, the relative humidity
will be less, for at the higher tem
perature, the air has a greater
capacity for absorbing water.
Now suppose that the air in a
room is at 70 degrees, and contains
a quantity of water vapor, but not
enough for saturation Coming into
contact with cold window glass, the
air will be chilled and will lose its
capacity to hold water vapor. The
excess above the relative humidity
of 100 per cent, which is saturation,
will be squeezed out, so to speak.
MANNERS OF
THE MOMENT
By JEAN
__Q By The Associated Newspapers
IITE HAVE a dreadful time, ev
* * ery once in a while, trying
to remember all the first names of
all the children in families where
we visit only about once a year. It
infuriates the parents when wt call
little Dicky, Bill or little Marjorie,
Helen. They seem to think we aren’t
impressed with the offspring, which
is far from the case. We are usual
ly terribly impressed and somewhat
terrified.
For a while we wrote down all
the names of these children-once-re
moved in a note book. But then
we lost the note book. So now we
have discovered a new system.
When confronted with the child we
smile pleasantly and start right in
Vou Are Supposed to Remember All
the Names of All Four Friends’
and Cousins’ Children.
with our conversation. “So you’re
in school now, aren’t you?” we say.
And then, "1 bet you haven’t
learned to spell your own name,
have you?” And nine times out of
ten we get the answer that saves
us
The only trouble is that it doesn't
work with children that are too old
or too young With them we just
have to stay mum until we hear
their mother ordering them about.
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“A good memory is something to
be proud of.” says sagacious Sue,
"but there come times in one’s life
where he wishes to forget.”
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and will appear as drops on the
glass. The effect is condensation,
® By rtoeei B. Whitman
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ADVENTURERS’ CLUB
HEADLINES FROM THE LIVES
OF^PEOPLE LIKE YOURSELFI
“ White Prairie Death ”
By FLOYD GIBBONS
Famous Headline Hunter
Hello everybody:
You know, boys and girls, this Adventurers’ Club of
ours shows signs of spreading all over the cockeyed world.
Just a few weeks ago we enrolled a native boy from Java,
and today here comes one from Sweetwater, way up in
British Columbia.
Bill Simpson is his name, and he is a homesteader in a country where
farmhouses are few and far between. But in 1908 Bill was doing hij
homesteading in Saskatchewan, and up there, at that time you were luckj
if you saw a farmhouse in ten miles of travel.
That’s the section Bill is going to tell us about today. He’s
going to tell us the story of the horse that knew more than a
man. And Bill has the genuine eye-witness lowdown on that
story, too. You see, Bill was the man.
It was just a few days before Christmas. Bill and his closest neigh
bor—a fellow named Barney—had driven into town, a distance of forty
miles, to lay in a supply of groceries. It’s hard to imagine a place that’s
forty miles away from the nearest grocery store. But it’s a fact, never
theless. And Bill and Barney drove that forty miles, not over roads, but
on a rough train over the virgin prairie—a winding route picked out by
the horse himself, as he skirted around wet places and alkali spots,
trying to find where the going was easiest.
Caught in a JPrairie Blizzard.
It was over that sort of a road that Bill and Barney started back for
home. They planned to drive twenty miles, spend the night at .the home
stead of a man they knew along the way, and drive thq other twenty miles
on the following day. They had covered sixteen of those first twenty
miles when a blizzard broke over their heads.
A prairie blizzard is a thing you can’t fight. The snow comes pelting
down with such force that it is impossible to face and travel against it.
You’ve just got to travel in the direction in which the wind is blowing.
The snow comes down so thick that you can hardly see two feet ahead
of you. And that’s the sort of storm that Bill and Barney were up against.
"The temperature dropped,” says Bill, "until the sleigh run
ners screamed as they passed over the cold snow. The wind rose,
driving snow particles at us with stingh>g force. The cold pene
trated our bodies, and before we had gone half a mile we were
performing the craziest-looking acrobatics you ever saw in an ef
fort to keep warm.
"For a mile or so after the storm broke we were able to keep the horse
headed along the trail. But every vestige of the trail was soon obliterated
and we had to trust to luck as we headed for our destination. It began to
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The Horse Stopped at a Huge Mound of Snow.
dawn on us then that, though it was only a few more miles to the home
stead of our friend, we would probably never find it in that blizzard—
that we would drive on and on until we froze to death.
“Even then we were not far from freezing. Barney, who was super
stitious, kept crying over and over again, ‘Oh, me poor mother. I’ll
never see her again. The storm devils will get me, and many times in
the next couple hours I felt myself becoming numb and drowsy. I just
wanted to take a short nap—just a short nap. That s what I was telling
myself. But I knew in my heart that if I ever lay down I would never
wake up again.”
Beat Barney to Save His Life.
So Bill forced himself to beat his arms about and rub his face with
snow to keep himself awake. After one of those sleepy attacks of his
he turned to speak to Barney—and found him peacefully asleep in the
bottom of the sleigh box. He had to beat him unmercifully with a black
snake whip before he could get him awake again. “And as I beat him,
he says, "the exertion brought with it tr feeling of warmth that may have
saved my own life.”
By that time Bill had lost his bearings and even his sense of direc
tion. He gave the horse a free rein, trusting in his instinct instead. On
they went. The snow, by that time, was falling in such a dense curtain
that it was impossible to see even as far as the horse s head. There isn t
a man in the world who wouldn’t have been lost in such a storm. But
the horse showed no hesitancy. He plodded on.
Then, all at once he began to slow down. A few paces farther on he
came to a stop before what looked like a huge mound of snow. Had he,
too, lost his sense of direction? Bill shouted, “Get up” at him. The horse
didn’t budge. Bill was about to take the ship when the thought came to
him to investigate that mound of snow.
Luckily the Horse Kept His Bearings.
He climbed down from the wagon. The mound was round and
strangely shaped—for a snow-pile. Bill thrust his hand into it and then
realized that the horse knew things that he didn't. That mound was a
snow-covered pile of sttaw that had been left there by threshers in
i the fall.
“I pulled the wagon up into the shelter of the pile,” says Bill,
“and was preparing to pull out some of the straw to make a
fire, when I saw what looked like a star off toward the horizon.
But I knew there was no possibility of seeing a star through such
a storm and realized to my unbounded joy that it must be a
light gleaming in the house of our friend with whom we planned
to spend the night.”
Bill headed the horse toward that light and drove him on. It was
the house all right, but they were coming up to it from the opposite di
rection from which they should have approached it. “We had almost
passed it,” says Bill, “and if we had, we would have gone on to our
deaths in the howling wind and deepening snow. The only thing that
saved us from doing so was—the horse.”
Bill and Barney spent the night at that homestead, and went on home
the next morning after the storm was over. In later years, Bill never
passed that place without remembering his battle with the elements—
and the horse that kept his bearings when Bill and Barney had both
| lost theirs.
©—WNU Service.
Blacker Than Coal
To most of us coal seems to be'
the limit of blackness, but there is
' one substance that is much blacker;
silica black. It is formed of coal
I crushed to a fine powder and mixed
with pulverized silica. This com
pound is heated in a vacuum at
a temperature of 600 degrees Fah
renheit, and when the gas and oth
er products have been driven off the
residue is found to be much blacker
than coal, says a writer in London
Vi i 3its Magazine. Silica black has
many uses—paints, shoe polishes,
insecticides and fume absorbents
usually contain a certain propor
tion of it. Its value lies largely in
the fact that it mixes easily with
oil, the color is permanent, and it
resists acids and chemicals.
Glaciers Worldwide
A roll call of glacial giants would
bring up the names of Pamir gla
cier, in the Himalayas, possibly
100 miles long; Hubbard glacier, in
Alaska. 90 miles long and in places
10 miles wide; and the ice cap of
Svalbard, Spitzbergen. The method
of a glacier’s growth is more spec
tacular than the mighty oaks from
little acorns contrast. For the huge
ice-rivers are merely overgrown
colonies of snowflakes which have
become compact granular ice. Gla
ciers flourish virtually on the equa
tor, wherever peaks are high
enough. The very tip-top of Afri
ca, Mount Kilimanjaro (19,710 feet)
in Tanganyika, is girdled with no
less than ten glaciers, although it
is volcanic.
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