Creating an Outdoor Living Room for Summer
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Chintz Is Vsofnl
By BETTY WELLS
"I was digging in an old trunk the
other day,” writes Mrs. M. S. S.,
"and I ran across a piece of glazed
chintz more than a hundred years
old. It’s wonderful fabric in dark
red with large rose colored flowers
scattered over it. So I’m using
it in doing over one of my bedrooms
into what I call my old-fashioned
room, using family heirlooms. I
have a canopy poster bed, a
chest of drawers, washstand, sev
eral old mahogany mirrors and
three ladder back chairs.
Chintz a hundred years old.
‘‘I have had the walls papered in
a pale pink with a pattern of old
time dark red and tan flowers. How
shall I curtain the windows? There
are two of them side by side. What
use shall I make of the chintz?”
How lucky to have that old chintz!
I think it would do nicely for the
bedspread.
For the windows, could you get
light blue window shades, then
use sheer lace net curtains over
them, looped in lovely wide swoops.
Then if you could have a soft gray
blue plain rug. that would be nice.
You could use light gray-blue in
quilted material for slip covers for
a pair of easy chairs—if you’ve any
red chintz left, you can add little
fat round cushions of it.
© By Betty Wells.-WNU Service.
Barren Backyard Plot Can Be Converted Into Attractive Carden at Amazingly
Loir Cost—If You W ork Carefully and Plan Details in Advance
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HOW a distinctive flower and vegetable garden can be
grown on the smallest backyard lot was demonstrated
last summer by the National Garden Bureau. Current ob
servance of National Garden week focuses attention on this
fascinating work. Illustrated above are the barren plot in
early spring, then the half-?
finished project, and next the
same garden a few months later.
This plot was divided in two and
separated by an archway. On one
end was a flower garden, on the oth
er a vegetable patch. Common an
nuals were grown, started in seed
boxes or flats during early spring.
Flowers ranged from the prolific
morning glory which covered the
fence to miniature zinnias in the bor
der.
The vegetable garden was laid out
in rows, with an aisle of sod down
the middle. Twenty-one vegetables
were grown by conserving space.
Beans and cucumbers climbed the
fence, stakes kept tomatoes in the
air and “succession” plantings were
made.
The demonstration showed that a
beautiful garden can be grown any
where, no matter how small the
area, if it is planned in advance.
Close advance attention should be
given to flowers, their height, color
and length of bloom. The same ap
plies to vegetables.
Prepared in Illinois, this tiny gar
den cost less than $10 to plant, in
cluding the price of seed and ferti
lizer. Some of the vegetables were
being eaten in 20 days. Flowers
bloomed in 36 days. Full maturity
of the garden was reached in about
80 days, and it lasted a full seven
months. Vegetables alone were val
ued at $75, according to the market,
and were of course much higher in
quality because they could be used
when needed and were garden fresh
at all times.
• Prospective garden planters are
urged to lay out their plot on paper
before attempting actual spade
work. This simplifies the work and
gives much more effective results.
A STORY FOR BEDTIME
By THORNTON YV. BURGESS
BUSTER BEAR was feeling lone
some. The truth is, Buster Bear
had felt lonesome most of the time
since coming down to the Green
Forest from the Great Woods, where
he used to live. Up there every
body knew him, and they were so
used to him that they were not so
terribly afraid of him. They knew
that as long as they kept out of
his reach they had nothing to fear.
So Buster was feeling rather lone
some as he prowled through the
Green Forest and had almost de
cided to go back to the Great Woods
from which he had come. Presently
he came to the pile of brush under
which Peter Rabbit had hidden
when he was chased by Reddy Fox,
and as he walked around it found
Reddy hiding. Reddy sprang away
with a frightened yelp and sat
down at a safe distance. Then Bus
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ter Bear found Old Man Coyote hid
ing, and Old Man Coyote snarled
angrily as he ran on a little way
and sat down to watch. After that
the same thing happened with Gran
ny Fox. Then, happening to look
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“There must be something under
it that they’re watching for,”
thought he.
up, Buster saw Hooty the Owl keep
ing watch from a tall pine tree.
Buster knew right away then that
there must be something very spe
cial about that old brush pile for
Reddy and Granny Fox and Old
Man Coyote and Hooty the Owl to
be so interested in it.
‘‘There must be something under
it that they are watching for,”
thought he. ‘‘Perhaps if I take a
hand and help them they will not
be so afraid of me, but will be
more friendly.” So he walked
around the pile of brush, sniffing.
“Ha!” said he. “So it’s a rabbit
dinner they are waiting for. I
wouldn’t mind a rabbit dinner my
self.” Then he began to chuckle.
You see, it struck him very funny
to think how four such famous hunt
ers should be waiting around for
just poor little Peter Rabbit. It
would be great fun to play a joke
on them. No one .loves a joke bet
ter than Buster Bear. And that
put an idea into Buster’s head. “If
you all will come up close so that
whoever is under here cannot get
away, I will pull over that pile of
brush,” said he, talking to no one
in particular, but loud enough for
all to hear.
“If whoever is under here is
smart, and I guess he is, to keep
you all here so long, he is going to
get away when I pull this brush pile
over unless you all come closer,”
said he.
Granny Fox looked at Reddy and
came a few steps nearer. Reddy
looked at Old Man Coyote and came
a few steps nearer. Old Man Coyote
looked at Hooty the Owl and came
a few steps nearer.
“The one who is closest is the one
who will be the most likely to catch
that dinner you all seem to be wait
ing for.” said Buster.
Granny Fox looked at Reddy and
then she came up very near. Red
dy looked at Old Man Coyote and
then he came up very near. Old
Man Coyote looked at Hooty the
Owl and then he came up very near.
Hooty the Owl looked at all three
and didn’t move. It certainly
seemed as if poor Peter Rabbit
hadn’t a chance in the world.
© T W. Buigess.—WNU Service.
Peasantry
Purple, red and white combine
stunningly in the peasant influenced
dress designed by Dolly Tree for
Virginia Bruce in “The First Hun
dred Years.” The tight jacket cen
ters interest in front detail and
sleeve treatment. The skirt swings
in fullness and the Puritan hat is of
• purple felt with red grosgrain tie.
4Doggy5 Student
In Georgia Class
Decatur, Ga.—Unconcerned at his
presence, students in the seventh
grade at the Ponce de Leon school
here go about their drawing lessons
while Dynamite—nonchalant as they
—occupies his desk in the class
room. Dynamite, an old resident
of the seventh grade, scorns promo
tions to higher institutions of learn
ing.
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adventurers* club
HEADLINES FROM THE LIVES
OF PEOPLE LIKE YOURSELFI
“River of Triple Doom"
By FLOYD GIBBONS
Famous Headline Hunter
Hello everybody:
Here comes a real adventurer, boys and girls. She
is Mrs. Eleanor de Villareal of Harbor View, Fort Wads
worth, S. I., N. Y., and she is bringing us a tale of adventure
that will blow your hat off.
In a way, Eleanor is champion among the adventurers who have had
their yarns printed in this column because she parlays her thrills—has
three of ’em, one right on top of another.
It’s a brand new way of playing the adventure game—and
boy, oh boy, what it does to your heart action.
When Eleanor was a little girl her parents built a summer home at
Pine Beach, N. J., and Eleanor spent many happy months of her child
hood, swimming, fishing and boating on the Toms river, the broad, tide
water inlet that runs past Pine Beach on its way to the ocean.
In the summer of 1915 there had been a shark scare all up and
down the Jersey coast. Dozens of sharks had been seen at the beaches
along the ocean, and there were rumors that some of them had come up
into Toms river. But no one had ever seen them there, and to Eleanor
and the other kids in the neighborhood, it was just a fanciful tale that
none of them took much stock in.
Good Reason for the Shark Scare.
But one day Eleanor found out that the shark scare wasn’t so fanciful
a tale as she had thought. She had gone out crabbing in a rowboat with
Marguerite Hottenstein, a little girl younger than herself, and Marguer
ite’s two brothers, Edward and David. They were fishing for the crabs
along the piers of the drawbridge that crosses the river between Pine
Beach and Island Heights, when suddenly the guard on the bridge began
yelling at them to get out of the boat and onto the bank.
At first the kids couldn’t understand what the yelling was all
about. Then they saw. Two gray fins were cutting the water in
great loops and circles around their boat. Sharks! Those deadly
tigers of the deep had come into the river after all.
The kids followed one another in a mad scramble to get out of the
boat. They made it, but not a moment too soon. As Eleanor and little
Marguerite climbed up the side of the bank toward the bridge, one of
Two Gray Fins Were Cutting the Water.
those sharks hit the rowboat with a flip of his tail and turned it over
j in the water.
The two boys, older and braver, stayed down at the bottom of the
j bank, trying to get the boat turned right side up in the water again. But
| Eleanor and little Marguerite had had enough of boats for one day. They
j finished their climb to the railroad bridge and started walking back,
across the ties, to the other side of the river.
It was hard going for the two kids. The ties on which they had to
walk seemed awfully few and far between, and through the gaps they
could see the river running far below. Even so, it was better, they
thought, than risking tire river in a flimsy boat, with sharks swimming
| all around them.
Next a Train Came at Them.
But was It better? They had scarcely gone a hundred feet
before they found out that it wasn’t. From behind them they
heard a sudden, shrill blast of a whistle and turned to see a freight
train, rounding a curve and starting across the trestle.
A few feet ahead of them was a sand-barrel set on a platform beside
i the track. It was a haven of safety, but there was only room for one.
Eleanor grabbed little Marguerite by the arm, hustled her to the plat
form and helped her climb into the barrel. Then, with the train almost
on her she turned and started to run for the other side of the bridge.
But running wasn’t so easy on the gaping floor of widely-spaced
ties, and the train was moving faster, much faster, than she could. In
her haste she missed her footing, stumbled and fell. She scrambled
to her feet again, and, with the train rumbling behind her, continued her
hopeless race for the other end of the bridge.
The engine was so close now that she could hear the steam hissing
from the exhaust valves. Her knees were shaking, her whole body
weak with terror. Again she stumbled and fell, this time over the side
of the trestle into the shark-ridden water below.
Eleanor’s Desperate Swim for Life.
She landed with an impact that almost knocked the breath out of
her, but the cool water quickly brought her to her senses again, and to
a sudden realization of her new danger. Somewhere nearby two sharks
were swimming, and she was in the water now, without even a flimsy
boat between her and those angry monsters’ jaws.
She began swimming frantically for the shore. It was two
hundred feet away, and it seemed at least that many miles.
In Eleanor’s mind was a picture of those two gray, flashing tins
that must surely be following her.
Cold terror gripped her heart. She redoubled her efforts and swam
faster. A hundred feet and still no sign of the sharks. Eleanor began
to wonder if, after all, she was to get to the other side alive.
She swam the other hundred and climbed up on the shore exhausted.
It was several minutes before she could get her breath back, and she
had gone all the way home before she discovered that she hadn’t come
out unscathed from her experience, after all. She had ripped her leg
open, from the knee down, in her fall from the trestle, but in her terror
of the sharks, she hadn’t even noticed it.
Copyright.—WNU Service.
Three-Horned Chameleon
The three-horned chameleon
grows to a length exceeding 12
inches and the males appear to re
tain some of the characters of the
prehistoric Triceratops, with three
curious horns an inch to an inch
and-a-half in length, protruding for
ward from the nose and between the
eyes. These horns are used with
extraordinary effect. The males are
extremely pugnacious and fight fu
riously. At times the contests de
velop into a tedious pushing match,
when the horns are interlocked. At
other times a really vigorous fighter
will dispose of its adversary in a
few moments. The coloration of the
males, chiefly brilliant blue, green
and yellow, is particularly vivid and
attractive.
Area of India, Ceylon, Burma
The area of India, Ceylon and
Burma is approximately two-thirds
that of the United States, but the
population is nearly three times that
of this country. India's civilization
was an ancient one when Rome was
founded.
Persons Who Are Born Deaf
Persons who are born deaf grow
up to be known as “deaf-mutes”
not because their vocal organs are
impaired, but because their deaf
ness has prevented them from hear
ing the sounds of their native lan
guage. Records show that about 8
per cent of the persons born deaf
have had deaf parents, grandpar
ents or great-grandparents, notes a
writer in the Philadelphia Inquirer.
Deafness is sometimes started in
families by the intermarriage of
close relatives. If both parents are
deaf, heredity statistics indicate
that one out of every four children
resulting from the marriage will
also prove to be deaf.
Home of Great Ant-Eater
South America is the home of the
great ant-eater, which makes short
work of termites as well as ants.
Counting its long, bushy tail, the
great ant-eater grows to a length of '
six or seven feet. It has no teeth,
and does not harm people. It looks
for food between sunset and dawn.
The crafty jaguar is its most dan
gerous enemy.