iSLEE PY-TIME TALES JIMMY RABBIT ONCE MORE mmjiSCOTT BAILEY, Old Mr. Crow to the Rescue. Poor Mr. Rabbit was almost fran tic. Both his slippers were in the slippery elm tree, where lie couldn't get them. It was had enough when only one was up there. But when young Jimmy Rabbit, hoping to knock the slipper down, hurled the second one at it, and the second one stayed up in the tree, too, that was worse. “Oh, dear! Oh, dear!" Mr. Rabbit kept repeating. “Whatever shall 1 do now?" He was so upset that he dashed to the foot of the tree and actually tried to climb it. Unhappily, Mr. Rabbit’s claws were not made for climbing. His claws were neither sharp enough nor curved enough. He could only leap a little V\fr-ifc I ’What* the difficulty?"somebodu diked hoaraelv v ay up tho trunk of the tree, scratch at its bark for an instant, and then tall back into the snow. "Don't! Don't!” his wife begged him. "Do calm yourself. Mr. Rabbit! You'1'1 only make yourself ill.” “1 want my slippers. T want my slippers. I want my slippers,” he said again and again. "They're my slippers and I *ant them." Mrs. Rabbit was almost at her wits' end. She caught hold of her hus band s coat tails and tried to pull him away. "I know what to do!" little Jimmy Rabbit shouted. Mr. Rabbit looked at his son as if he didn’t believe Jimmy's idea oould be of any use. Stilt he was willing to listen to anything. "What now. young man?" he mur mured weakly. "Give your slippers away!" Jimmy answered. "Then you won’t core about getting them out of the tree, because they won’t be yours. Give them to Uncle Isaac Bunny. Tie always want ed to wear them when he was Visit ing us.” "That’s an Itiea," said Mrs. nabbit to her husband. "I don't think much of it," Mr. Rabbit grunted. “Well, it's an idea, anyhow,.” she insisted. "Vou might thank Jtmmy for it, I think." Rut Mr. Rabbit was terribly stub born. "I shan't," he declared. "The next thing I know, you’ll be wanting me to thank him for throwing the sec ond slipper up there where I can't get it." "Well, well! Come home, anyhow,” she urged Mr. Rabbit. She was afraid he might harm himself in his des perate efforts to climb the slippery elm tree. "It’s lunch time," she added. "I'm going to have my luncheon right here under this tree," Mr. Rab bit Informed her. "Where are you going to get any- I thing to eat?" she inquired. Mrs. Rabbit had a hundred and one objections to that plan. She started j to tell what they- were, when a voice j above their heads made them look | up quickly. "What’s the difficulty?’’ somebody ] asked hoarsely. They saw- old Mr. Crow staring down at them. "My slippers!” Mr. Rabbit bawled. "They're up in the tree. I can’t reach ! them. Toss them down here, won’t you?" "Ha! Hum! I’ll do what’s right, j of course," said old Mr. Crow. He j dropped down from one branch to j another until he reached the lower j limbs where the slippers hung. And then he peered at them closely. "How- do I know they belong to you?” he asked in his husky voice. "What size do you wear?” Mr. and Rabbit gave each other an uneasy glance. They saw that ' they were going to have trouble with 1 old Mr. Crow. Tomorrow: Mr. Crow Tries to Teach Somebody and Annoys Himself Most. (Copyright. lSJa.t My Marriage Problems , Adele Garrison'! New Phase of “Revelations of a Wife." The way the Taxi Driver ‘Tjoat” the , Gary Limousine. Little Mr*. Durkee's evident terror was Infectious, I felt myself trembling at the sight of the hand drawing > down the shade of the limousine next ! ours in the temporary traffic jam, al though I tried to tell myself that she probably was Imagining things because of her encounter with the yashmak-veiled woman in the depart- j rn<-nt store grill room. I slipped my arm around Mr*. Dur- < kee's shaking little figure and tried o rpake my voice and grip steady as I questioned her. "What Is it? What did you see?" For a second or two she did not answer me. patently Incapable of speech. Then her hand clutched my arm. "It's the same woman. Madge. I’m certain. She had on that same kind of veil. And there was a tall man with her with his hat drawn down over hia forehead and hia chin sunk in his coat collar." I forced a light laugh to my lips. "You're 'seeing things' in the day time instead of at night," I said. "There are probably a hundred yash mak veils on the avenue today. If not more, and tall men aren't uncom mon." Mr*. Durkee's Intuition. "You can't fool me!” She spoke with wad ted, nervous certainty. "It's Grace Draper, and she's trailing you. And you may depend on it she means mis chief. Why don’t you call that police man on the sidewalk and have her arrested?" ''Because he probably would think I auddenly had gone mad," I returned. "But If you're nervous, I think we can manage to get away from the vicinity of that other car.” "I don’t believe tt.” she replied bluntly. "That chauffeur has been told to follow us, I know It.” "And this one will be told to keep him from doing so,’’ I replied lightly, spoke more decidedly. "Where Do You Want to Go?" "Look here," I said hanally. “This I fait her give a violent shiver and soma car than that limousine, and our taxi Is a much lighter and less cumber driver la a wizard. "I’ve been watching him." I tapped on the glass, and the driv er,—with one eye on the traffic offi cer—slipped the window and bent his head towards me. "I want you to get completely away from that gray limousine directly to the left of us," 1 said. “Leave them no Idea of where we've gone. Do It a« oulckly as you can.” “I get you,” he said with an effl > lent &ir thnt cheered me, and for the next few minutes the two chauffeurs played a game which, If It had not held so vital sn Interest for me, would have been as good as a vaudeville per formance. But It had taken only the first ma neuvers to convince me that, little Mr*. Durkee's Intuition had been right and that the occupants of the gray limousine were indeed trailing us. And i lie knowledge, bringing to me as it did, the old haunting menace of Grace Draper’s hatred toward me, made my forehead wet. And my lips were almost bitten through by fhe time our driver —after Innumerable turnings and twistings—finally emerged on Madison avenue and headed north again. He half turned his head as he drove. "We've slipped 'em now.” he said triumphanty. "That other driver Is In a Jam with the cop. He tried to beat It across after me. He's safe for n while. Where do you—ladles—want to go?” I had a swift, ludicrous notion that be had changed the word to ''ladles'' trow “dames” with an effort. "Are jnu ready to go boie-’'' j asked Mrs. Durkee. "Oh—yes,” she faltered. "I couldn’t do another bit of shopping if my life depended on It.” "Then drive us to the Long Island side of the Penn station," I decided. "Go up to Columbus Circle, and then work your way down Klghth avenue.” "I get you," he said again, and with out further adventure we reached the stairs leading to the Long Island waiting room, and dismissed our driver with a tip which I think sat isfied even his taxi-hardened soul. But when we had reached the wait ing room. Mrs. Durkee clutched at me frantically. “How do you know. Madge," she demanded hysterically, “that he won’t go straight hack and sell you out to that other driver?" Economy for the Shopper By Mrs. Harlan H. Allen. The I p* and Down* of a Piece of Cloth. Dear Mrs. Allen: I bought an ex pensive piece of velvet and had It made Into an evening gown. Now I find that it roughena up easily and wears badly. I was told that this la because I had It cut with the nap running th# wrong way. Please ex plain what the nap has to do with It. and how one can tell which way the nap run*. M. It. When velvet or plush or any simi lar fabrics are made with the nap running down, that Is. townrds the bottom of the garment. It will give Just the trouble that you mention. The pile should run upwards, Just as It does In a garment of sealskin. You see, when in these fabrics the pile runs upwards, the tendency Is to naturally fall outward, thus bring ing out and enhancing the full depth and richness of color in the mate rial. When you make the mistake of cut ting such materials so that the pile runs downward, it is sure to flatten out. Just aa fur does when stroked. Then Its richness and Intensity of color la rendered less apparent, and, of course, less effective. Now, in panne velvet, exactly the opposite Is true. When cutting panne velvet the nap should run down In each piece. Otherwise It will muss easily, and not wear well. Not all materials are made with a nap or pile that gives them an "up and down." Materials like serges, twill, repp, etc., have no pile, and therefor:* no ‘ up and down." Such ma- 1 terlals as velvet, plush, broadcloth j and the like, do have. All wool materials hnvlng a nap i • >r pile should invariably be cut so that tho nap run.* down. All silk materials with nap, such as velvet and plushes, with tho excep tion of panne velvet, should he cut so that tho nap runs up. In panne velvet the nap runs down. It Is very Important to be able to tell which may the nap runs, bemuse It must run the same way In each piece. If cut so that the nap runs up In one section of the dress and down In another, the color will not he the same in tho different plecea, for It looks darker where the nap runs up then when It runs down. You can tell which Is up and which ta down of a pile fabric by running your hand hack and forth on the mate rial. 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TO owe/ ivins1 i ccuu> Qtr cor TWO 'fcCU-AAS WAS A ^TELEQRAMy EDDIE’S FRIENDS When Everybody's In (Jood Humor. 'HEY EDDIE THESE yA POT_/ l tN THE LAST/' \ one?y y PICKING TWO \ PEA«UV WMtTE ) ONES FROA ( H'S SEEMiN<»L>y> INEXHAOSTI0UE VTACK, THE VOONCs- MAM tossep then ON THE V table / f HEV,vMHER£i> j voo cr>vS / LOOKING AT ove llim? Dear Miss Fairfax: 1 have been going about with a girl for a year. 1 am 19; she Is 20. livery few weeks she tells me she is tired of me. but docs not love anyone else. Now she Mid she does not want to see mo until her birthday, which is two more months. She often tells me of her love and we plan for the day when we expect to get married. Does she love me. and why d<*** she grow tired of me? F. Hither the girl is a temperamental and unreliable young person or you are rather dull. Hook at yourself die passionately and sec if you have much to offer besides the love of which you speak*so often. 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