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I By THORNTON W. BURGESS |||
SAMMY AND BLACKY BOTH
TALK AT ONCE
Two tongues at once are one too many,
And better 'twere there were not any.
YIAHICH means that when two
’ » people try to talk at the same
time it is very unpleasant for them
selves and even more unpleasant
for others who may have to listen
to them. When Blacky the Crow
came flying out from deep in the
Green Forest so excited that he
was cawing at the top of his voice
Sammy Jay had at once flown to
meet him. Now, Sammy was just
as excited, and he was screaming
at the top of his lungs. You see,
Of Course, All the Little People
Within Hearing Hurried Over to
Find Out What It All Meant.
he knew that Blacky had found the
stranger who had so excited him.
Now perhaps the little people of the
Green Forest and the Green Mead
ows would believe him and no long
er think him crazy.
But they didn’t! No, sir, they
didn't! Instead they thought that
Blacky the Crow had gone crazy,
too. Never was there heard a worse
racket than Sammy and Blacky
made as they each tried to talk
louder and faster than the other.
Neither was listening to what the
other was saying, which in itself
was very impolite, even if they
were cousins. Worse still, each kept
interrupting the other, and, you
know, there is nothing more impo
lite than to interrupt when another
is speaking. But neither seemed
to mind in the least. Each kept
right on talking and growing more
and more excited.
Of course, all the little people
within hearing hurried over to find
out what it all meant. But they
couldn’t understand at all what
Sammy and Blacky were talking
about. You see, Sammy and Blacky
interrupted each other so often that
all that those who were listening
could make out was that there was
a great big stranger in the Green
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Forest, a stranger who wore a black
fur and was as big as Farmer
Brown's boy. Now, none of the lit
tle people knew of any one as big
as Farmer Brown’s boy unless it
was another boy or a man. But
Sammy and Blacky said that the
stranger was not a man. So all their
neighbors shook their heads sadly
and said: "They’re crazy,” and
then again shook their heads sadly.
"Too bad," said Jimmy Skunk.
"I always thought Blacky was
smart, very smart, but there cer
tainly is something the matter with
him now.”
“Yes. sah, there cert-nly is.”
said Unc’ Billy Possum. “Some
thing’s wrong with both Br’er Jay
and Br’er Crow. They're foolish in
their haids.”
“Do you suppose it’s catching?”
asked Bobby Coon. "You know,
Sammy Jay had it first and now
Blacky has it.”
"What’s all this fuss about?” de
manded a new voice. It was Peter
Rabbit’s. Ho was all out of breath,
he had hurried so. You see, he
had been way up in the Old Or
chard, when he heard the scream
ing of Sammy and Blacky and he
had started right away, for, you
know, Peter would feel dreadful to
miss anything that was going on.
“Nothing, only Blacky the Crow
is just as crazy as his cousin, Sam
my Jay," replied Jimmy Skunk
“Blacky says he has seen the same
stranger in the Green Forest that
upset Sammy so. Just listen to
those two birds! Did you ever
hear anything like it? I’m going
home.” With that Jimmy Skunk
turned his back in disgust and start
ed up the crooked Little Path that
comes down the hill.
Bobby Coon and Unc’ Billy Pos
sum started for their homes, and
Danny Meadow Mouse began to run
along one of his little paths to get
Unafraid and Unstung—Yet
TO TEST his philosophy of handling bees, "Be kind to them and you
won’t get stung,” crippled Julian Joubert, of Enumclaw, Wash., who
for 40 years has been closely associated with them, dumped a tray over
his head and let them swarm in and out of his ears, over his face and
body, with nary a mishap. His tiny daughter, Sally, is quite as fearless as
is her father.
as far as possible from such a
noise. But Peter Rabbit suddenly
sat up with his eyes popping right
out of his head. He had just re
membered the strange tracks he
had seen in the snow deep in the
Green Forest just at the end of
winter. Could it be that they were
made by the stranger who had so
excited Sammy Jay and Blacky the
Crow?
© T. W. Burgess.—WNU Service.
FIRST AID
TO THE
AILING HOUSE
By Roger B. Whitman
HOME PAINTING
THE last few years have seen
great changes in paints, and
particularly in enamel and varnish.
Formerly, enamel and varnish re
quired many hours, and even sev
eral days, for drying. Now they
dry hard in four hours or so. More
than this, they are harder and far
more resistant to heat, moisture,
and chipping than the older types.
These quick drying finishes are
so easily applied that they are com
ing into very common use. For ex
ample, take the refinishing of a set
of kitchen furniture. The first step
is washing with soapsud containing
a little ammonia or washing soda
to take off all traces of grease, fol
lowed by rinsing with clear water.
When the furniture has dried, any
glossiness of the old finish should be
dulled by rubbing with sandpaper.
This will also smooth the edges of
chipped places and of cracks. One
coat of enamel is usually all that is
needed for complete refinishing, to
be followed, if needed, by touches
of a contrasting color when the first
coat is thoroughly dry.
In painting chairs, they should be
turned upside down, and the legs
finished first, the under parts of a
table are also finished more easily
when the table is turned upside
down.
For a good job, the mixture in the
can should be thoroughly blended
before using. With a small stick or
a putty knife, the solid mass that
has settled to the bottom of the can
should be stirred into the liquid, so
that the whole comes to an even
consistency. I think that more
troubles with painting come from
improper mixing than from almost
anything else. The floor should be
covered with newspapers to catch
spatters. The enamel or other finish
should be brushed out with a few
quick strokes to spread it evenly,
and to prevent the forming of
"runs" and of drops.
When work is interrupted for a
few hours or overnight, the can
should be tightly closed to prevent
the contents from drying and the
formation of a skin on top. The
brush should be wiped off, rinsed in
turpentine, wiped again and
wrapped in waxed paper. Other
wise it will harden.
© By Roger B Whitman
WNU Servtc*.
THERE are a surprising number
of people in this world who have
far better than averave mental
equipment and yet have difficulty in
getting anywhere simply because
they haven't the concentration es
sential to completed accomplish
ment.
Such individuals, unfortunately,
are always conceiving really bril
liant ideas which are practical in
every way. But, somehow or other,
they are able to carry them just so
far and no farther. Indications of
this deficiency are always found in
the fourth finger and its telltale
characteristics.
The Finger of Unstable Mentality.
Several distinct characteristics
mark the fourth finger of this type:
(1) Shortness, (2) straightness, (3)
fullness, (4) pronounced taper. Such
a finger is usually well but not over
fleshed. The points are smooth,
combining with the taper to give
the finger a somewhat peglike ap
pearance. The nail tip is gracefully
rounded, with full oval nail, sym
metrically set.
With fingers pressed together the
tip is found usually falling midway
of the length of the third finger.
With hand extended wide the finger
TWO-FOOTED
MEN
By DOUGLAS MALLOCH
TpWO-FISTED men have gone
their way,
Unwanted in this softer day.
But what I’d like to see again
At least is some two-footed men.
For many men I come across
Have one foot that’s a total loss.
For many men each day I’ve seen
Who stand upon one foot and lean.
Some seek to lean upon a "class”
To bring "equality” to pass,
Some lean upon the promises
Of Townsend talking through his
fez,
Some iean upon the President,
Some lean upon the "gover’ment,”
Although they own the whole ma
chine
And tax one foot so one can lean.
Yet all the men who have pulled
through
Stood not on one foot but on two.
Not one success I ever saw
Leaned on some bureau or some
law.
That’s why I claim we need again
A nation of two-footed men.
(That’s not the worst that I have
seen:
For some, alas, sit down and lean 1
© Douglas Malloch. —WNU Service.
Tucks for the Coed
Tucks, tucks, tucks! There are 85
of them, to be exact, in this simple,
fine-cutting dress of Stroock’s wool
en. It is just the thing for the col
lege girl to wear, from her first
class right through to the afternoon
date at the campus tea room.
stands far away from the third
finger. Under backward pressure
the entire finger is found to be over
flexible.
WNU Service.
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'Way Back When
By JEANNE
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FARLEY WAS ONCE A BOOK
KEEPER
NOT everyone can be an individ
ualist and blaze his own trail
to fame. Some of us are better fit
ted for falling into line as part of
an organization. James A. Farley’s
rise in politics is an example of
the rewards which may come to the
good lieutenant.
Farley was born in 1889 in Grassy
Point, N. Y., a small village on the
Hudson river. There were five chil
dren, and the father was a saloon
keeper. When Jim Farley was ten
years old, his father died and his
mother started a combination sa
loon and grocery store. The boy
often tended bar or worked as gro
cery clerk on the other side of the
store. Through these jobs he
learned to meet the public, be
friendly with strangers, and show
cympathy for their problems. He
attended the Stony Point high school
and the Packard commercial school
in New York. Graduating in 1906,
he was employed as a bookkeeper.
Jim was always interested in poli
tics; and, before he was old enough
to vote, he called house-to-house,
getting out the Democratic vote in
Stony Point.
His ttrst political job was as town
clerk of Stony Point. He was cour
teous to all, jolly, a hale-fellow-well
met sort of man who had a pat on
the back for everyone. Through Al
fred E. Smith, whom he helped elect
governor of New York, and Frank
lin D. Roosevelt, for whom he was
faithful lieutenant in the Presiden
tial campaign, Farley forged stead
ily ahead. He won the top political
plum in the United States, post
master general.
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POET WAS ONCE A LAWYER
READ this story of the conven
tional lawyyer who became one
of our most famous poets. Not a
dreaming, unsuccessful lawyer, but
a man with a profitable and impor
tant law practice, important enough
to associate with Clarence Darrow
at one time. A busy man of com
merce who became a writer of
songs and poems, sonnets, essays
and drama!
Edgar Lee Masters was born in
the little town of Garnett, Kan., in
1868. His father was a descendant
of old Virginia stock; his mother,
the daughter of Methodist minister
and descendan* of Israel Putnam of
American Revolutionary fame. The
family moved to Petersburg, 111.,
and later to Lewistown, where Ed
gar was raised in the typically re
spectable atmosphere of small town
America.
He did newspaper work for the
local weekly, learned the printing
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trade, and studied law under his
father, who was one of the leading
lawyers in the state. In 1891 Ed
gar Lee Masters was admitted to
tht bar and practiced in partnership
with his father. The following year
he opened his own office in Chicago
where he was a highly successful
lawyer until 1920.
But even in high school, Edgar
Lee Masters was interested in writ
ing and he never forgot his am
bitions. He contributed to the Wa
verly Magazine of Boston and the
Saturday Evening Call of Peoria; he
wrote poems for a Chicago news
paper. His first book, published in
1898, while he was struggling to es
tablish a practice in Chicago, was
called simply “A Book of Verses.”
"Songs and Sonnets" followed, but
none of them attracted much at
tention until his "Spoon River An
thology” was published in 1915.
Those of you who lament your
unexciting lives and yearn for op
portunity, look at his dual person
ality, the poet who has won such
high awards in the realms of mod
ern literature.
-WNU Service.
TWO DOWN!!
More than 30,000 paid admissions
crowded into Wrigley field, Los An
geles, to witness a benefit ball game
between Joe E. Brown’s Hollywood
comedians and Robert Taylor’s
Leading Men. During the second
inning, the comedy team of Mitch
ell and Durant insisted on coming
up to bat as a combine, Durant
on the shoulders of his huskier part
ner. The first ball thrown was hit
by Mitchell, who promptly spilled
his “excess baggage” and headed
out for first base. What transpired,
at the first stop, is shown below:
With full steam ahead and shirt
tail behind, pinch-hitter Mitchell
reaches first base—
followed through by Durant’s safe
HIT.
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Taking no chances with technical
ities, Mitchell insists that his part
ner touch the bag.
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This causes a slight argument as
to why all of this valuable time
should be wasted, when they could
be running for—
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second base. The baseman seems
to have dropped the ball—