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15 THE OREGON DAILY JOURNAL, PORTLAND, OREGON -iTDAY, APRIL 22. 1921. By George McManu: BRINGING UP FATHER . 1 11 tAYIBAlt N a .a a. -- i i THE, KMS , I WAJH,T TC, - ifHAVE HESA 1 GROCER THE fViCKVM URGES T. PAER , f BY RAtPM WATSCW I- -vl 0 .4 ! 5 "TA," T. Paar called, as be came IT A bustling into the kitchen about 1 o'clock. "Have yon cot that hot cotf e pat wp in the thermos bottle?- ' -If all fixed, Mm' told htm. "did you put on your red flannels?" "Ye, 'nd they acraten omethinff awful," T. Paer answered. "Have you tot en your rubbers 'nd m sweater ." Can't you seer Ma demanded. "I fee) all padded up like an Eskimo." "Have you grot a hot water bottle 'nd a eouple of blankets? T. Paer per sisted, "'nd a umbrella?" - "I've cot everything," Ma answered testify, "anybody 'd think we was going to the Korta Pole." "All right," T. Paer said cheerfully, "then If we're ready let's go." I don't see why " Ma complained. we've sot to take all these things Just ts a ball came." We wouldn't," T. Paer explained, "ft we was roln' to a-et a chance to holler any but it's blamed cold work watehln' your home' team diff a cellar." 'tiiE a cellar?" Ma repeated, "I thought we was coin to see a ball game." "That's what they call it," T. Paer said, "but all the Beavers've been ooin since the season opened is to keep as close to zero as they can." " "Beavers?" Ma exclaimed. I didnt know they played ball." "They don't," T. Paer grinned. "Any ways they haven't yet That's what they call the home team." "What do they call 'em Beavers for?" Ma asked, "because they work so hard?" "No," T. Paer replied, "they " named 'era that so's every Urns you said any thing about 'em you oould think dam without swearin. "Who's oingf to play against the Beavers?" Ma asked after they had climbed aboard the street car. "Is it a strong team?" . "Strong enough T. Paer answered gloomily. "It's the Bees." "What 1 a funny name." Ma said. What'd they name a ball team that for?" , "I guess," T. Tier replied, "it's be cause they're always buzzin' around "nd stiogln', the Beavers." i "Merey. Ma observed as they scrambled into the ball park, "Do I have to climb up that big stair thing?" Them's the bleachers." T- Paer an swered, 'rd I always sit on the top." "What for?" Ma panted. "I should think It'd be better at the bottom." "It's harder for the cops to reach you if you throw ! a bottle at the umpire." T. Paer explained. "You can't have no liberty on the front row." i "What do they call 'em bleachers for 7" Ma asked as she settled herself with her biankers, "I don't see any sense to that." - -J ' . : "I don't i know." T. Paer admitted, "unless, it's because you get; sunburned when you sit on 'era." "What's that funny man with bis hat on backwards doing with. ' the whisk broom?" Ma asked in astonishment. "Is he going to sweep the whole yard with that little thin?" "He's sweeping off the plate , T. Paer answered absently. '"That's a nice bunch of srroundhosrs Mac's got ain't it7 "Sweeping off the plater Ma said- "Don't they wash the dishes?" The elate." T. Paer explained pa tiently. "Is what they throw the ball over. Aw get of fn ; the diamond," he yelled suddenly waving his arms at the umpire. "You got sieepur sickness, you big boob." "Who dropped It?" Ma asked solicit ously, " nd who's standing on it?" "On what?" T. Paer aaked. as he sub Bided. "What're you lalkin' aboutr 'The diamond the "man's on," Ma an swered, ri'd think he'd pick it up if you can see it from here." . '' "What does the umpire want the player to cry for?" Ma continued; to spite of her helpmate's frigid look, j "I should think it'd make him nervous to j keen tellinir him to bawl." . "Run, you hay wagon," "T. Paer yelled as the batter started - for first base. "Good gosh," he .added in disgust. ihis lees' frose." i . "The poor man," Ma said, "how'd he get 'era that way." ! ! "Mac got him ffn cold storage,? T. Paer snarled. . "They move like a j old "I don't see." Ma mused1 thoughUully as they rode home, "what fun they Is in going to a ball game if everyUMng that haDoens makes you mad. "What'd be the use of havin' a ball team," T. t Paer asked, "If you couldn t cuss it 'nd bawl the umpire outT" . :;,' - The Twins Arts Comforted , ' " r . .1 j : By Thornton W. Borgess Thrr, is noi comfort quit like that Contained in mother' loving pat. ' The Twin. fTMTE Instant they saw Mother Bear ' A the twins stopped bawling. Nothing could harm them now. They knew it. Mother would take care of them. Of that there wasn't a shadow of a doubt in the minds of Boxer and Woof-Woof. ; Hanging on with every claw of hands and feet they leaned out as far as they could to see what would happen to that great Black Bear who had frightened them so. But nothing happened to Buster Bear, for, as you know, that Is who had chased them up a tree. Nothing, happened to Buster, for the very good reason that he didn't wait -for anything to happen. Buster was doing no waiting at all. In fact, he was moving so fast and at the same time trying to watch behind him Chat he didn't even pick his path. He bumped into trees and stumbled over logs in a way that to sa- the least, was not at a!l dignified. But Buster was in too much of a hurry to think of dignity. There was something about the looks of Mother Bear-as she tore after him ( that made him feel sure that he would find it much ple.asanter in another part of the Green Korest, and he was in a hurry to pet there. ? Mother Bear didn't follow him far, ,just far enough to make sure .that he Intended to keep right on going. Then, growling dreadful threats, she turned to ' hurry bark to the tree. In which the cubs were. Boxer and Woof-Woof were al ready scrambling down as fast as they could, iwhimpering a little, for though they felt wholly safe now, they were not yet over their fright. She reached the foot of the tree just as they rvached the ground. ' , ' She sat up and the twins rushed to her and snuggled as close to her as they could get. Mother' Bear put a big arm around each and patted them gently. It was surprising how gentle great big Mother Bear could be. ; - "What-wha-what would that awful fellow have done to us?" asked Woof Woof, crowding still closer" to Mother Bear. "Eaten you," growled Mother Bear, snd little cold shivers ran all over Woof-Woof and Boxer. "I hate him" declared Boxer. , "So do 1 1" cried Woof-Woof. "I think ,'he ts dreadful and I hope we'll tiiever, never, never see him again !" . Nothing happened to Buster, r for the very Rood reason that be didn't -wait for anything to i i happen. "But you8 will." replied Mother Bear. "I don't think you'll see him again right awsy, for he knows it isn't wise for; him to hang around here when I am tbnit But by and by. when you are bigger, you will see him often. The fact Ss, he Is your father." " - "What?" -i Ecreamed the twins, quite horrified.! j'That dreadful fellow our father!" j ; "Just so," growled Mrs. Bear. "Just so. Arid; he isn't dreadful, at all. You mustn't speak' of your father that way." "But if it isn't dreadful for a father to want to eat his own children, I guess I don't know what dreadful means." de clared Boxer in a most decided tone. "I call it dreadful H and I hate him. I do, so." -j ; ."Poftlyi i Boxer. softly," i chided Mother Bear. "You see, he didn't know you were -his children. He knows it' now, but , until he saw me coming ta your rescue he didn't know it. He never had seen you before. You were simply two tempting-looking little strangers who, if I do say it, look good enough to eaC She 1 squeezed them . and patted them fondly.- "His name," she added, "is Buster Bear." (Copyright, 1921. by T. W. Bnrcen) The next story : OverJ'- I , "The Cubs Talk It He had a perfect whopper on It felt like a forty pounder when it grabbed the hook scrapped like Jack Pempsey gleamed like supple silver. Slowly he reeled it inreached for his gaff and then Then 'his blooming rod broke! - It was another case of the "fish that got away." seldom do. But, He didn't say much. 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