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WEDNESDAY, JULY 87, 1921. THE OREGON DAILY JOURNAL, PORTLAND, OREGON bbbbbVSISMbS BRINGING UP FATHER By George McMannt T3. g "TtfERCY GOODNESS, I'm hot," Ma 1TX panted, as she sprayed the 'hose over the surrounding landscape with one band while she fanned herself vigorously with the other. "It's only been a couple a days since you was hollertn because you was cold," T. Paer grinned. "You can't please a woman." Tm not hollering," Ma insisted; "I'm just telling the way I feel." "Why don't yon let me turn the hose on you?- T. Paer -said. That'd cool you off in good shape." "If I Just bad my bathing suit on I'd do it," Ma answered wistfully, "that is." she amended. "If I wasn't afraid the neighbors'd see ma" "Let's co Bwimmin'," T. Paer sug gested hopefully. "That'd take the fire out'n the sunshine." Td like to." Ma answered wistfully, "but I ain't seen my bathing suit since 1901." "I seen it," T. Paer answered insinu atingly. . "It's hanging, on a nail way back In the big closet up in the attic." "But you ain't got any," Ma demurred. "If yon had I believe I'd go." "Tea I have." T. Paer boasted. "I got a new second-hand red one." "What've you been buying a red bath ing suit for?" Ma asked suspiciously. "Is that the reason you ain't been get ting home till dark these hot days?" "X didn't buy it," T. "Paer insisted de fensively. "When I was up to Salem the other day Ben Olcott give me his'n that was too little for him 'nd too big for the twins." "But. that don't explain about you're not getting home nights," Ma persisted "Where you been going in?" "I just tried the thing out a couple a times," T. Paer contended. "They ain't any harm in that is they T' "I guess," Ma said firmly, "I'll get nay suit 'mi go along this afternoon. I been reading about these new fangled swimming holes they've got now days." "Come ahead," T. Paer answered dog gedly. "You'd just as well get educated now as next year." "Is- they any decent place to dress where we're going?" Ma asked hesitat ingly as she appeared, a large bundle under one arm, a few minutes later. "If they ain't we'll stay home." "Of course they is," T. Paer assured her, "but what all've you got in that bundle?" "My bathing suit," Ma answered crisply, "'nd my stockings, 'nd slippers nd a bath robe 'nd some towels "nd soap." "AH right." T. Paer chuckled to him self, "let's go," "Where's your suit?" Ma demanded as they started out. "You ain't forget ting it, are you?" "Nope," T. -Paer answered evasively. "I got it." "Where?" Ma asked. "In my pocket," T. Paer answered evasively. "I got It rolled up good 'nd tight" "What f Ma exclaimed in horrified astonishment, "ain't it any bigger'n that?" "It's thin." T. Paer explained, "'nd." he argued, "if it was big enough to cover the governor of Oregon I guess I ought to have room enough in it" "Wbat's big about hlm's on the in side, not outside." Ma contended, "'nd besides Ben used to be a pretty gay dog from what I hear." "Well." T. Paer grinned, "I guess I can bark just as loud as him." "Is there where it is?" Ma asked as they floated up to the landing stage at Windemuth. "I don't see anybody in swimming yet" "It's too early," T. Paer explained. "They'll be a lot of 'em in a few minlta Go put your fightln' togs on." "Merciful heavens," Ma exclaimed sa she emerged from the seclusion of her dressing room enshrouded in bloomers and stockings, slippers and cap and flowing bathrobe, "you go right back in there and put on some clothes." "You got enough." T. Paer chortled. teetering on the diving board, "list's you do the dressin' 'nd I'll do the swim mln' for our troupe." "You come back here," Ma com manded, her horrified eyes fastened on a bevy of water nymphs who had Just scamoered from the dressing rooma "I see now why you've been getting home after dark." "Come on In," T. Paer gurgled as he came sputtering up from down below "It don't look half bad from down where I'm at" "You can stay if you want to," Ma said in a tone that made the neighbor ing thermometer shiver, "but if you do you can sleep here, too. "I don't want to sleep as long as I'm here," T. Paer grumbled. "I don't s what's the matter with you anyway." "I think It's scandalous." Ma said, breaklnr a silence that had become ominous, as the launch bore them back towards the city. "Besides," she added absently, "I look a frump in this suit I of, mine." Peter Finds the Young Heron By Thornton W. Burgess Somehow friendship always docMes When it shares antoher's troubles. Peter Rabbit THK more Peter Babbit thought about that young rleron who had met with an accident the more he felt that he Ought to go see if there was anything he could do to help. Then, quite sud denly he remembered that he had for gotten to ask the Melry Little Breexe who ha to him of it what kind of an accident it was. " St uplff stupid. stnpM." muttered Pe ter to himself. "Wtoy man't i as a tew questions while I had the chance? I don't see what could happen to a young Heron anyway." Right tfcen and there Peter's curiosity was aroused. That settled the question of whether or not he would go hunt for that young Heron. He just had ,to know what had happened. Curiosity wouldn't give him any peace at all. What kind ef an accident was it? "How had it hap pened? What did the Merry Little Breexe mean by saying that something worse might happen if word of It reached the ears of certain people? Peter had got to know. That was all there was to It he had got to know. It was not yet dark, though it would be soon. If he hurried he could get down to the swamp before the Black Shadows made It too dark. TJp bounced Peter and away he went llpperty-llp-perty-lip. as. fast as he could go. He forgot all about wanting to keep cool. He forgot how he had suffered from the heat all that day. Lipperty-llpperty-ltp, he scampered along the bank of the Laughing Brook toward the swamp over near the Big River. "Let me see, the Merry Little Breeae aid that that young Heron had met with an accident on the edge of the swamp, but didn't say which edge and I forgot to ask." thought. Peter as he scampered along. "If It is the edge next the Big River 111 never find him to night; It will be too -dark before I can get there. The thing for me is to hunt along the edge where the Laughing Brook enters the swamp. If I don't find him there I'll wait until morning to look along the other edge." So Peter kept along the bank of the Laughing Brook to the edge of the swamp. When he reached it he stopped running. He moved slowly and care fully and every few steps he sat up to look and listen. He didn't know- where to look. That young Heron might be In a tree. However, Peter felt sure he wasn't for he remembered what the Merry Little Breexe had said of the danger from Reddy Fox and Old Man Coyote. To be In danger from them he must be where they could get him and they couldn't do that If he were In a tree. " ( Cff iOLlf- I CAN'T I , I w0fm HOW t t f f rMRX - fvH L 1 yrno heat- itj, too hot L r5w THE- 1 ,Te A -sm Mc M( F-R5- A rvt cottk we S to Move rn IzSnL f L Arv II 3tSO 0r r 1 . 111 S CLOTHCiOFT'. 0"MA TACY U OUT-HQ ? J 7 -r- S OUT J LITTCEJTMviY mm &pijgfm - Which Make. It O. IC JERRY ON THE JOB '"'JjJr Not a Word Wasted r-SCl ( VJfcttt 6oG TO HA& A I I'll I JTk I 1" ' " ( HeU.VWM 1 "jlgf 31 TOSH SbObTY TeThE PLS WOKi C M60wVT V TjCMA f Jf SBX SWT 7? WsC J5? X p S7 ' KRAZY KAT (Ceprrigbt, lttl. kf Iatnatssal arms, lac i With a Difference There stood the young Heron on the edge of the Laughing Brook. Peter stole softly along. The great ferns growing there hid him He peeped out from under them jiJst in time to sea a great bird alight beyond a little turn In the Laughing Brook. Peter knew who it was. Of course. It was Mrs. Longlegs. Then he heard certain sounds that he knew could be made only by a yound Heron being fed. He knew then that he would have no trouble in finding what he was seeking. Around that little bend in the Laughing Brook he would find that young Heron who had met with an accident. Slowly, carefully, taking the greatest care not to move a single fern, Peter crept forward. He had no wish to be discovered by Mrs. Longlegs. He had had one experience with Longlegs and that was enough, quite enough. Peter had a very great respect for that long sharp bill and those stout wings. So he was very, very careful and at last reached a place where he could peep out There stood the young Heron on the edge of the Laughing Brook. (OopyrisM, 1921. by T. W. Bnrgess) The next story : "The Dreadful Acci dent of the Young Heron." Attack on Boy by Japanese Charged Hood River. Or., July 27. A Japanese named H. Kamei was arrested Monday night at Dee on a charge of attacking a white boy and was placed In Jail here. 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