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Thursday, July 6, 1333 TIMES, WILLAMINA, OREGON Pag« 5 BEDTIME STORY FOR CHILDREN CAP AND BELLS By By THORNTON W. BURGESS REDDY FOX TURNS UP HIS NOSE nel and then Reddy haJ got that musky smell. That was why he had turned up his nose and gone elsewhere to hunL “I don’t blame him much,” muttered Peter, turning up his own wabbly lit tle nose. Then he grew thoughtful. “Old Mother Nature certainly does have funny ways of protecting her children. Even ■ bad smell Is useful at times,” said he. IG r A phic Q dlf AHEAD DOUGLAS M ALLOCH A MERRY road this road we treed. * a Whatever somber men may say. There's always something still ahead. There always Is another day. Tonight I ’ll put my hurts away. I’ll sweep the cobwebs from tn> mind. Go blithely forward, as I may, And look ahead, and not behind. ^ T O W Peter Rabbit rather prides *• himself on his ears. To be exact, 1 suppose I should say that he prides himself on his hearing. When Short- C Tall the Shrew said that be heard footsteps, and promptly disappeared. I do not know what I shall find. HIS WAY Peter at once listened. It was a good But this at least 1 always know: minute before be heard Just the faint The past shall never make me blind ©■ 1»»». by T . w Burgeaa.— W NU Sarvlew Arithmetic was the subject being est of rustling sounds among the To gifts the future may bestow. leaves. Very likely he would not have taught in the small boys' schooL I f now behind me shadows show. GOOD EATS “Johnny Brown." said the teacher, heard them then had he not been lis Before me there must be a sun. tening. 4\:an you make ten go Into two?’’ Tomorrow Is the road to go, “Short-Tall certainly has got good Johnny thought for a while, then And not a road already run. L'VER YB O D Y likes lemon pie, unless M id : ears,” thought Peter as he ducked 1 • there Is something the matter with “Yes, teacher!” down and crouched very low under the their digestion or taste. Here is a Tomorrow is the only one. She smiled. thick branch of a little hemlock tree. nice thick one: The only highway left to tread. “Think, now, Johnny,” she said. He had catignt Just a glimpse of some The past is pasL what's done is done. Deep Lemon Pie. thing red. His heart was In his mouth “Ten cannot go into two.” Whatever somber men have said. Mix three tablespoons of cornstarch, “Oh, yes, it can, teacher!" said the in an instant. No wonder Short-Tall The shadows are forever fled one and one-half cups sugur, add grad bright boy. “Ten toes can go Into two had disappeared in a hurry! Those ually two cups of boiling water and From those who take the brighter way. footsteps were the footsteps of Keddv socks !”•— Answers Magazine. There’s always something still ahead. boil five minutes. Add the grated rind Fox I Peter did some quick thinking. There always is another day. and juice of two lemons, cool slightly © H J J D ou r I a« Malloch — W ND Service. Should he run? If he did he would UP TO STANDARD give himself away. Reddy would see him and then it would be a race for his life. Peter decided that the wisest thing was to sit tight Just where he was. Reddy didn’t know he was about and wouldn’t be looking for him over there. He hadn’t been moving about for some time, so perhaps Reddy would not find his scent. Decidedly the wisest thing was to sit tight. Peeping out beneath the hemlock branch Peter watched Reddy Fox come nearer and he knew by Reddy’s move ments that he was bunting mice. This gave Peter a little easier feeling. Red dy was walking very carefully. His “Is this the fastest train on this sharp ears were cocked forward ready to catch the faintest rustle of a leaf. Une?” With his sharp nose to the ground he “I t ’s the limited, sir.” ran this way and that way. back and “Well, it ’s the limit, all right.” forth, sniffing under every old log. pulling apart every pile of leaves. D ip lo m a tic Presently he came to one of Short- Willie— Mother, I just made a bet Tail's little paths. Reddy sniffed in with Walter. Mother— Why you naughty boy! it eagerly. Then such a look of dis gust passed over Reddy’s face that What made you do It? W illie— I bet W alter my cap against Peter wanted to laugh. Reddy turned a button that you were the best mother up his nose and left that little path. In town and that you’d give me a pen A leaf rustled very faintly some dis ny to get some candy with. You don’t tance away. In an Instant Reddy want me to lose my cap, do you, turned in that direction, ran lightly a ERE are Mrs. Sarah Jane Flaherty and the few steps and then with a quick long mother?— Pathfinder Magazine. New York post office which, she says, stands jump landed with his black paws on a on land that Uncle Sam lias been using for the little bunch of leaves. Peter couldn’t F o r G ood M e a s u re past sixty years, on an old family lease, with “And this beautiful ja r,” said Jones, be sure but he thought he heard a out paying renL She claims that old documents proudly exhibiting his treasures. “It faint squeak. now on file in Washington give her clear title At once Reddy made the leaves fly cost me £20.” to land which has an estimated value of “Well, w e ll!” said his friend. “I Then he sniffed among them and once $10.300,000. suppose they threw in the marmalade." more Peter saw him turn up his nose and that look of disgust went across — Pathfinder Magazine. his face. Abruptly he turned and trot ted away. It was clear that he didn’t then add the well beaten yolks of four evenly—the layers should be very thin. G ra n d m a ’s P ro b le m Mother—You don't know how yon intend to hunt there any longer. Pe eggs. Cut and fold in the whites of Bake fifteen to twenty minutes. When worry me. Why, my hair is turning ter was puzzled. When it was safe four eggs beaten stiff and dry. Line cool put the layers together with mar to do so he crept from his hiding place a deep pan with rich pastry and lay malade. Cover the top with marma gray. an Inch wide strip around the edge ot lade and then cover with a chocolate Small Daughter—You sure must and went over to the spot where Red have worried poor grandma. Her dy had pounced on the little bunch of the rim, turn in the mixture and bake lcelng If desired. twenty-five minutes. Serve chilled. If leaves, and scattered them. Tarts. hair’s turned white! At first Peter didn’t see anything but wished, a meringue may be added to Bake small pies, using the patty pans the scattered leaves. He was still the top, using three eggs, making a Inverted. F ill the shells with rasp R e d e em in g th e W a n d e re rs wondering what caused Reddy to leave most fluffy pie. However the pie Is berry Jam and top with whipped Blinks—Ever buy anything at a rum in such disgust when he noticed a lit good without the meringue, and many cream sprinkled with pistachio nuts. mage sale? prefer it so. ©. H JJ. W estern N ew spaper Union. Jinks— Yes, I bought back my Sun tle round hole In the ground. Curl ously Peter sniffed at IL In an In Napoleon Torts. day pants the last time o>ir church stant he understood. He remembered Cream one-half cup of butter and gave one.— Cincinnati Enquirer. Summer Eve Frock what Short-Tail the Shrew had said the same of sugar until very lig h t; add about that musky scent he carried and four well beaten yolks, stir well, then K n o w s H is H a b its how most of his enemies disliked IL add one-half cup of flour, sifted with “My daddy’s a bookkeeper.” said lit Peter conld smell It now. This was a bit of salt, one-fourth teaspoon each tie Bertie proudly. an entrance to one of Short-Tail's tun of cinnamon and cloves. Add one tea “I know It," replied his little play nels. The leaves had hidden it until spoon each of grated lemon peel and mate. “He has several of my dad Reddy had scattered them. Probably orange peel, two teaspoons of grated dy's.”—Answers Magazine. he had heard Short-Tail there and chocolate or cocoa, ten almonds grated. thinking it was a Mouse he had sprung Mix thoroughly and fold In the stiffly B e lie f “To succeed,” said the earnest youth, in the hope of catching Mr. Mouse. beaten whites of the eggs. Pour Into Short-Tall bad ducked down in his tun three buttered layer tins and spread “ 1 man must believe in himself.” “Yes,” answered Miss Cayenne, “but you mustn’t be too credulous." FLEXIBLE WRISTS ANDS and wrists play a large part in the golfer's swing. Strong wrists do not necessarily mean a good golfer for these muscles may have sacrificed their suppleness for strength. If, instead of trying to hit with his shoulders or body, the average golfer would think of hitting with wrists and hands he would gain a better picture H t U II 4 * *»# H * 4 of Just how the ciubhead should work. Oneway to gain the proper feeling of the ciubhead coming onto the ball Is to loos en the muscles of the wrists until the hands seem to hang loosely from them, apparently ready to fall off. The fin gers must grip the club firmly enough, but properly held the ciubhead will appear like the weight on the end of a string. In this way the body can be brought gradually Into the swing, the hands and wrists waiting to help the ciubhead through. One thus gets the feeling of cracking the whip. In the above Illustration the dip of the ciub head beyond the horizontal In the backswlng shows how flexible Jones’ wrists are. © 1*]}. Bell S yn d icate.— WNU S e r v ic e B oners Hops Hopped, So Raisers Got Busy DISCOVERED Hindus are natives of India. They wear turbines round their heads. t She— Before we were married you said you were well off. He— I was, but I didn’t know it. B O N E R S are actual humorous tid-bits found in examination pa pers. essays, etc., by teachers. S tam p e d e An Isoceles triangle Is one having two feet of the same size. • • • A cone Is a round shaped thing that starts with a big circle at the top and continues down to a tiny one or rntiier none at all at the bottom, and if It is upside down It Is Just the reverse. • • • In writing conversation you put each person in a different paragraph. • • • A surfeit Is a cove. nook, or indenta “What has become of that progres si ve movement you started?" " It’s going too strong,” answered Senator Sorghum. “I t ’s coming so strong that I ’m liable to lose my dig nity trying to keep it from running over me."— Washington Star. I d A fr ic a “But how do you ever get the am mals to pose for you?” “Ail you gotta do now is set up a bunch of Kleig lights.”— Louisville Couri er- Jour naJ- A 1 l i t price ot nops. used in the manufacture ot beer. Jumped suddenly to 75 cents a pound, when 3.2 beer came Into effect recently, hundreds of Oregon farmers started replanting their crops for the first time since IW29. Here are shown some of the hundreds of women engaged in stringing up the new vines on which the hops will grow. For many of them this Is their first work ginc< the depression set in. a Golden yellow organza wnb yellow silk embroidered dots Is used to fash Ion this sweet and demure evening frock for hot summer nights. The edge of the capeleL w-hich reaches low in the back, and the bottom of the skirt are edged with ruffling of the same material. A touch of color Is added In the cluster of violets worn at the side tion. © I t } } . B ell S y n d ica te.— WNU Service.
