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1 A6T AIN'T Jealous or anything," T. Paer J. tinnoUhced ils he drifted into the kitchen, "but this Mothers day business Is ktnda gettin' on my nerves. "Why, the idea I" Ma exclaimed in as tonishment, "ain't you ashamed of your self ? I might be If I . didn't know -what I was jtalkin' about," T, Paer answered defensively, "an I might be If I was a young fellah, but old as 1 am I m pteed." "What on earths peeved you?" Ma Kfikei curiousiy. "I can't see nothing but what's beautiful in Mothers' day." "Of course you can't," T. Paer agreed, "butj.if you, wore overalls 'nd whiskers 1iif?.UH men do you'd get a different slant Vt all." "I Jlon't see as that makes any dif ference at all." Ma insisted. "You got a mother to give flowers to 'nd remem ber today just as much as us women have,"' "That's all right enough." T. Paer waic).; "but the way 1 look at it you tfomtn ain't the whole thing in a fam ily. L's men ought to be In on the game once i in a year it seems to me." "It it wasn't for . us women they wouldn't be any family," Ma reminded him. "Didn't you ever think of that'.'" " "Jd if it wasn't for us men the fam- fty'dj starve to death," T, Paer pointed out, j 'nd then they'd be flowers or the whole bunch. ' "I i don't know as that's po either." Ma objected. "I've saw lots of families wher they wjtpn't no man that didn't starve to death.'" "Miiybe imt." T. I'aer retorted. "They probably had the poor coats life in surance to niu 'jui wun. "I idmi't like tt way you're talking." Ma told" him. "It don't sound like you at all." "It ani't like me." T. Paer assured lier.-'Tm h revolt'tioniFt 'nd am goin' to strike for bokays of my own." "Vou know." Ma smiled, "they ain't no Js- in ornamenting h ornament ; maoe that's the reasoM nobody thinks of residing carnations nd things to you men." , jb,. "I lain't' kid'lin' .about this ,'?tf. Paer contended, "I can't e- no reason why thin : rcmelnbe-rtn" luff oughn't to be split j fifty-fifty so ihe old man could have! a look in.'" "Tou'ro talkhiK fuolish." Ma in sisted, "it wouldn't be natural to Bend flowers to a man." "I'm not askin' for flowers." T. Paer answered, "but the kids could slip some little token to the old man once a year to kinda cheer him up, couldn't they?" "Well," Ma suggested, "they might have a father's day 'nd send 'em a box of cigars or something like that." "Nix on that stuff." T. Paer re monstrated hastily, "Christmas cigar's bad enough without havin' to wrasle with "era twict a year." "Then what would be good?" Ma asked. "Flowers's out of the question." "Well." T. Paer grinned, "it'd be aw ful thoughtful of the young folks to slip their old man a quart of . black label or anything just so it wasn t moonshine." "Humph !" Ma sniffed, "thafd be a nice state of affairs, now wouldn't it?" "I'll t?ay so," T. Paer answerrd en thusiastically, " nd it'd be doin' good, to the young folks at the same time." "How do you make that out," Ma asked testily ; "breaHing the law like that?" "Well." T. Paer pointed out, "if they give the stufr to their old man they wouldn't be tempted to drink it their selves." "Vou go 'nd plit some kindling," Ma directed. "I think a little exercise'd set your head straight." "I ain't insistin' on that stuff," T. Paer chuckled, "but you asked roe what I thought, didn't you?" "I expected you to talk srnse," Ma replied, "but I guess it's homeless to do that when I come to think of it." "I may be ktddin' a little," T. Paer confessed, "but they's some sense dovMi to the bottom of it just tbe same." "Run along 'nd get the kindling." Ma directed. " 'nd I'll go pick a bunch of dandelions 'nd put at your plate for supper." "That's it," T. Paer mourned as he started for the woodshed, "rarnations "nd roses for you women 'nd dandelions 'nd weeds for us men. Ain't it the truth?" "it ain't the flowers." Ma stated, "but the sentiment that makes Mothers' day sacred 'nd sweet.'" "I ain't begrudpin' it," T. Paer re plied. "It s a awful nice thing to do." "Then whafre you hollering at?" Ma asked. "You're a funny man." "Pick them dandelions," T. Paer re plied, as he shut the door." "Them's the flowers for Fathers' day. Is fellahs ought to get some kick out'n them." L - eoVbme Stories Peter Rabbit and Johnny Chuck Make lp '.I Bx Thornton W. Burger "' atmrt&t worth a quarrel to ftl-c tip, and friendship thus renew. Johnny t'lmek. T 131 ID little Mrs. Peter Rabbit was qtiite frantiG with fear. It was not fear for herself. Kho was not thinking of self fit aJI. It was fear for one of her babies. Hhe had just counted hoses and found that one was missing. She thumped a signal, but-there was no reply. She kite then that he must have wandered awa i Pejer wasn't about. at the time. Little Mrs. jPeter didn't want to leave the other babiws, but she felt that she roust vShe led feemU the. very safest plae in the deaf.jOld Briar patch and charged them not to move until her return. Then she startld out to look for the lost baby. L.lpprty-lipperty-tip she ran alons the little Jaths all through the dear Old Briar patch-. She looked under every bramble bush,; She looked everywhere that it seemed' possible a Htle rabbit might b hiding. Nowhere was there a alngle sign of th ;ost baby. Finally she came out to the edge of the Old Briar natth close by the new home of Johnny Chuck and Polly ;Chuck. She got there just in time to see Johnny rhuek drive Black Pussy the Cat away from, the patch of sweet clover. Even whils'she looked a funny little head with funny long ears popped up among the clove blossoms.' It was her lost baby! With a bound little Mrs. Peter was out of the dear Old Briar patch, and quicker than; I can tell it she was over beside thaf 'ftray tittle Rabbit. ' For a moment she forgot everything but the joy of finding her lost baby. She forgot Johnny Chuok. She forgot that they were right out In the open where there might be danger. Johnny Chuck grinned as he watched her look that stray baby ail over to make sure that he was whole and fcnhurtl' As soon as she was sure of this she turned and without so much as a glance at Johnny Chuck led the way back to the Old Briar-patch with that stray baby hopping behind her as close to her heels as hei could get. When ;they had disap peared in the Old Briar-patch Johnny Chuck chuckled and slowly made his way back tt his own doorstep. Little Mrs. Peter led that stray baby straight back to where the other ba bies were. They were all there. Not one had disobeyed. Mrs. Peter Counted, them twice to make sure. Then she gave a little sigh of thankfulness. It was then that she relalsed. how very impolite she had been to Johnny Chuck. It came over her all of a sudden that Black Pussy would surely have caught that baby had It not been, for Johnny chuck, and with that Viinderstanding a great friendliness for johnny Chuck crept -Into her heart. She; was still thinking about it when Peter Rabbit returned. Sb told him at once, all that had happened. Peter lis tened: gravely, but In his eyes was a turned and hurried away straight toward Johnny Chuck's home, lipperty-lipperty-lip. Johnny was sitting on his doorstep. Tv come." said Peter, "to tell you how j'thankful Mrs. Peter and I are to you. '".and how very brave we think you where else. He believes that the country west of The Sisters is the most beautiful in the world, and he i ' ready ;t' all tiroes1 to prove ttttf"th, unbeliever. ' " .According to Taylor,- tMary Roberts Rinehart. the authoress, whose trip down the Skyline was postponed last year because of illness, will make the journey this summer if her j health will permit. Mrs. Rinehart is now fh communication with Guide Hayes of McKenxie : Bridge, who will have charge of her tour. I , , . : Messenger Boy Hurt; Tcuck Hits Bicycle Henry Wilkins, 17, a Western; Union messenger boy. who lives with his par ents at No. 646 East 27th street south, was severely injured late Frldajr after noon when the bicycle he was riding collided, at 10th and Stark streets, with a truck driven by P. M. Schroeder. Xo. 42U Kart Morrison street. ; The hid was dragged several feet and was badly cut and torn about the arms, shoulders and face. He was treated in the emerg ency hospital. His condition is not serious. Rich Girl Poor Girl By VIRGINIA! TERHUNE VAN de WATER CHAPTER V ! (Copyright. 121, by Star Company) ADELAIDE BROWN went back Into the dressing room, her cheeks burn ing with excitement. She glanced eagerly at the several performers who were awaiting their turn. Only one seemed to notice her. This was the tenor, who smiled as he passed her on his way out. j "My stunt is done for the evening. he remarked affably. "Is yours, too?" "I I don't know," Adelaide replied. She waited about uncertainly for a few minutes. She did not suppose she was to sing again. Yet if not w$ild not Bomebody no tify" her? She could not leave without ascertaining her fate. At last she sat down, determined to wait until the manager returned. Sutely he must appear after a while and tell her what he thought of her perform ance. She was the only person left in the Bttie room when : Hfyman finally came in. Outside, the orchestra was playing a jasz tune had been playing it for some time. Peeping through the half opened door, Adelaide had seen people dancing. She wondered if Miss Hollingabead were dancing. She watched, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. j Someone touched her on the shoulder. Turning, she faced iSoloraon Heytnan. "You got on rather well for a first ap pearance and, considering that you were so scared to begin with," he approved, laying his huge hand on her bare arm. "At the start I thought you was going to fall down on thei Job, but later you acted as if you forgot to be nervous. You need more practice, that's all." She gazed at him ; aniiously, her face paling under her rexxge. "Then you then you," she faltered. -yes." he answered her unspoken question. "I guess we'll take you for a month, anyway. "If -you make good, well keep you longer, of course. But you will have to work hard, you know. You must learn new pieces and try to get more pep asd ginger into your manner. : "Tot look right now as if you was tired. - Are your - v ; . ; "Xoi inded ! she exclaimed ' menda ciously. "I -don't get tired easily. I am very well and strong." ' "That's good! For regular singing at a cabaret is no easy job. It means late hours and no failures, no matter how you feel. You gotta look pretty always seer be added, with a smile that Ade laide tried to think was kindly. Then, as she did -not answer, ha ex plained : ' "What we rieed at a place like this is n girl who can deliver the goods every time and can be so attractive that folks like to come back again to see and hear her. Get me?" "Ves."-she murmured. "Well, you can go home not " Soto- moa Heyroan; (said. jfAfter thta you'll have to stay late and alar several times. Bat tonight is just sort of a try-out. as it were." ' j ; , - - ; :Th girl suppressed ' a ' shudder of re pulsion as he squeezed her. arm. before releasing it. He was so fat and greasy In appear ance and he stood so close to her H- But sh must endure it. It was for her mother and for Jennie but especially for her mother,' . if , - She had beenf in the habit of trusting her Instincts, and her Instinct warned her against thia man who smiled " so broadly and who spoke so pa tronf singly. ij She wished, j she ctfuld jerk 'herself away from hinH and tell him that she did not want the Job he offered hef; " 'If sbef only", (could! , But .her- mother needed the money. 'i ' "She needs the money -and she must have it?", she, jwhlspered to hersejf as she" hurried away from the"festaiurant and boarded this train for home. : Mrs. Brown tpttered an. audible excla mation of relief as her daughter jcame Into the little hall. -, . "Oh, Addie a that your she calledi "Yes. here I jam." the girl answered, entering' the Vroom in w-hieh; i her mother and sister slept. "Am1. oh,, iny dear ; I've crot a job-r-a. regular; job. for a. month, anyway, and zna Jbe longer if I do well! I i - i ! TeU me about jH. the widow urged. - WelL- at flratrjl was awfully scared. " mother," seating' jherself on the aide of, the bed. "I relt as if I could not breathe. But I got over that. 1 I saw by the look on a girl's face that 1 was making good. That saved me. ;fj'--v I j . ."Was the managerjklnd to jfou?'; Klce and fatherly, I meaa"! . j j j I , Yes,t was tha" brief answer. "And now good night, honey. ; Itfa bed time." . VAreax you verjH j tired ?j " the j parent queried i solicitoBslJ . ' "You must be, -after working In jthe shop Mli day, then at the restaurant;, all the evening. But. I suppose,: as an aftcr-tftousrht,.; "that the work at thei eabaret lis not , hard. Just singing, that's, all. That must he pleasant.' J : . Yes,f the weary young swered.! "Just .! singing its dear. J : ', : ! : 'i-i v Jh. SIe went into her tiny room and shut the door. Then, because shei was so tired and had been under sucji a nervous strain, nd was I'so! . thankful she had made . good,' and I wan so foolish as to feel vaguely ffightened. ieh dropped down upon her I little 5 bed and cried softly. : -r; j -j j vnday. voice an-: pleasant. (To Be Continued i f " i Mi BRINGING UP FATHER ( Uegistered V. 8- 1'itent Office) Byj George McIIanu3 I WAIST YOU TO 0 OVER AND bEE IF XOO CAJS OO.AHXTHiNC. FOR MR. Y ( XOU PICK Wt PARTIE5l FER me: HOW ARE YOO FEEJJN' MR. DE CrVf- oh: im feeling MUCH 5ErTER BUT THE DOCTOR tA!D l'rA TOO WEAK FOR HIM TO VE ME Hlb 51U4YET! 1 v ca.il I vtr-ri l f x , v 11 II CI I , l I t . I II J A I II 1 a. s nr x & ii i x m a mut i m a r i n. vy . a- I'LL BET XOOT UKE TO CE AJfcUE TO EAT tOME CORNED BEEF AJ'CABOACEi c OH- vou A4 ET I i WOUU.O-BOT I CA-4T . SJ3 briha;me two ooer- OT CORHEO DEEP AH' CABBAGE. -j m HELPlM A 2ICK, FRlENO I f r i ... h' i INK-- L J itItttT . JERRY ON THE JOB ItJopjrrlstit,. 1J''.. b.v Inter national tur Bernce, Inc.) With a bound little Mrs. Peter was out of the dear Old Briar patch. are. But for you we should have lost one of our babies. I I I'm sorry we've behaved so because you and Polly came over to the dear Old Briar-patch to make your home.' "That's all right,"' said Johnny Chuck. "No, it isn't all right," replied Peter. "I was selfish. I didn't want any neigh bors in the dear Old Briar-patch. . Now I'm glad you came. I hope you'll al ways stay. There is plenty of room for all of us here. I I want to be friends with you again, Johnny Chuck." "That's all right." replied Johnny Chuck again. "Of course we'll be friends. I never wanted to be anything else." And so It was that Teter Rabbit and Johnny Chuck made up. (Copyright. 1922. by T W. Burxesa) The next story : Clover Patch.'' "A Tarty in the Credit Competition Will Be Eliminated If Plan Works Out RESItlOL 3oohSifM and Healinq No wakeful hours of itching torment if you apply freely this cool iiig ointment and bandage lightly. tonight ithdst ens the Ataltaraggist Thousands of dollars have been saved to retail dealers doing credit business and thousands more will be saved when the National Retail Credit Men's as sociation perfects "air tight" plans to combat the chronic credit hunter, ac cording to D. J. Woodlock, secretary of tb National Credit Men's association, who was a Portland visitor Friday. Woodlock - was en route to the North west conference at Seattle from his headquarters at St. Louis and was met at the station this morning by a com mittee of local credit men. who took him for a tour of the Columbia River highway and have planned a dinner at the Benson hotel at t :S0 o'clock tonight. "Business men have been afraid in the past that if they pressed their cus tomers too closely for payment of bills that they would force their customers to competitor stores," said Woodlock. who said that the 12,000 members of the Credit Men's association have deter mined to eliminate competition "in credit granting. Woodlock has just completed a tour of the country and reported that busi ness is showing bright spots in a number of places. In Pittsburg, for instance, he said he found the steel mills running S5 per cent of normal. Eanger Wants to Go 'Back Home to Take Off His Stiff Collar Ranger Smith Taylor of McKensie Bridge feels uncomfortable in a stiff collar. Ranger Taylor is attending the dispatchers conference conducted by W B. Osborne . at forest service head quarters. "It Is the first time I hare been in Portland for 10 years." said Taylor Fri day. ahd I have been here too long already. I have been here since Tuesday night, and I want to get back and get on a flannel shirt and soft collar" Taylor has been stationed at McKenxie Bridge for U years, and feels, himself so rooted in the' mountain regions of The Slaters that he is not haoy anv- 3T ACTS' VEGtf URT ALU Puce. jjST-tea by twr-L rcATm sNavia -.he. ME. Too UP- 1-4 t- 1 V Sick irp-b-r - m 10-"s v W2 Oo Be xoEJiooe, To 5 p rr HAS". I V -I 19,22 BY tHTt.r FlATiWC SgWVl6c, tNC ", '. j i .... ' '. Can't Get Fresh With This r . j-r ' m tWE tome ts- ir-v s. Gent KRAZY KAT (t'opirlght. by lntrrnationfJ Fetur Sernee. luc. ) Complicated oChea. &s6 ft6 r55v 5 MMDS VJ. OA! TflR Bfjct of tr 1JL -1 rat fcJAir, fwv71 IP 4 a fW trf no-i. rJHvrTmtK Te' LITTLE JIMMY Copyr:eht, 1921!. by International Fenturta Semce. Inc.) "ARENT "XOU l.EAVI!G- THE WAITER- ANi UMU5UALCY LARGE J-pP ? " : i "OH. HE. DID OH MANY THANKS MBSSIBUR.: J "1 HOPE YOU CALL AGAlM" r-is i . !V- Fishing: OK CUfifxP KB. 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