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. The nap will flatten under your
hand and feel smooth when running
down tho material; hut when your
hand goes up It will he running
"against th* nap" and the material
nsUt fyal ceinrh
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Problems That Perplex
Anivfrtd by
; _BEATRICE FAIRFAX
Afraiil to Marry.
Hear Mlea Fairfax: I am 20 and had
been going about with a man live
year* my aenlor for one year.
One night he told me lh.it he loved
me very much, hut h" v iahed that t
didn’t care for him, ae lie tiad hie
mother to tuip ut and could never
marry whHe ehe lived.
He felt very ha.diy aand I cried, hut
felt that ho wae right IIi« duty wae
to atlck to hla mother. We parted
that night. He never called me on
tho phone. 1 never eaw him until a
month Inter, aa I wae coming home
from huelneee I met him tie eoemed
very happy to eee me. lie neked me
to go to a ehow tho following Wed
neaduy, which I did Two tnonthe
pa feed, not even a phone eall to know
how he wae. Then one night I met
him on the train, ho eecmed over
joyed to eee me, but net a word ae
to mlealng me. The train mine Into
hie etatlon and, ae he v ia going, he
■aid: “Well, I *uppoa« I’ll meet you
again lome time."
Have I been a blind little fool?
Should I have gone to that allow with
him? Should I have Ignored him
when we met? I. T.
The thing of Which you accin to
haw lost track of la the cunao for
your separation from IIuh man. lie
told you that In* loved you, lint could
not marry while hie mother lived
Felling aa he duee, don't yon ace that
he would be doing you an Initiative to
ac" much of you
When h« meets you he yield* to hla
affection for you and gives himself
the satisfaction of n visit with you.
What he doesn't realize Is that he Is
cowardly and selfish. A man who
loves ought to Huv«* the courage to
work and win. Hut since he believes
that he cannot afford to marry, this
man Is doing the honorable thing (as
he sees Iti In avoiding yftu.
How t an Slio Meet llltn?
Dear Miss Fairfax: I am IS and
In love with a young man whom I’ve
been seeing for the past three years
while going to anti from wmk.
This young man lives In the same
vicinity as I do, hut I do not know
anybody acquainted with him. there
fore it Is impossible for me to he In
troduced.
Would It he proper for me to talk
first or Is It his place? If It is mv
place to talk how would you advise
me to go about It? Although 1 do
not believe In flirting I d do anything
to make his acquaintance. D.
Leave your little adventure In the
land of make believe Go on fancy
Ing that the young man is your prince
charming Hut don't do anything
about It If he had any real force of
character or imagination or honest
desire to know you. he would have
fount! some wav of meeting you dur
ing these three year** I* could have
hern managed—legitimately. Hut evi
dently he either finds all the sntllfnc
tion he wants In looking st you—or
else he Isn't sturdy and Independent
enough Jo think up a way of meeting
you properly. You’ve woven your
dnnmii about a man who exists
chiefly in your Imagination. The real
ity doesn’t appear to he what the
boys call a regular fellow.'*
Does Sire I>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. Mental companion
ship Is needed to keep love stimu
lated If you cannot hold a girl’s in*
[Iciest, you are not her true mate ami
Would bo wise to let her go.
11*11 r N.: llaxo referred your biter
to tin* Nebraska Children’s Home so
ciety.
Parents’ Problems
How can a child's fear of the dark
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\ child usually outgrow- tl • f» u
gradually. Hnm**tlme« a small flash
I light to’take to bed or n lamp turned
low Just outside the bedroom door
will help
lies IN ant Ada bring results
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