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THE LAMPASAS LEADED
HILDREN’S
STORY
THORNTON W. BURGESS
JERRY AND PETER TALK
THINGS OVER
\TOW that his house was finished
i N Jerry Muskrat felt that he was
entitled to a little rest. He had
worked faithfully. Now he could en-
joy the results. It certainly was a tine
house. Peter Rabbit said so quite as
If he were a judge of houses. You
know any old tumbledown house some
one else has given up will do for Peter.
“Yes,” said Jerry, “it is a pretty
good house. It is a better house than
my old one. I am glad I have finished
It. A house like that means a whole
lot of hard work.”
“1 should say so!” exclaimed Peter.
“I wouldn’t work like that for the
finest house that ever was.”
Jerry Muskrat shook his head at
Peter reprovingly. “Peter,” said he,
“you never look beyond your own nose,
do you?”
“Why, of course 1 do,” replied Peter.
“If I didn’t, how would I ever see any-
thing?”
Jerry laughed. “I didn’t mean that
just that way," he explained. “I mean
you never look ahead and plan for the
future. Now you haven’t prepared a
single thing for the coming winter,
have you?"
“No." replied Peter promptly. “Each
day brings its own troubles and they
are plenty, thank you. I don’t see any
use at all in worrying about things
that may never happen. It is time
MERIUANS who go to Paris have reason to feel proud of the new United States embassy in the French capital. It
/l isa handsome building, and all its appointments are of the best. The embassy was recently thrown open to public
inspection by Ambassador Jesse Isadore Straus.
BONERS are actual humorous
tid-bits found in examination pa-
pers, essays, etc., by teachers.
Oliver Goldsmith thought America
was a wild country where he might
run across a snake in the jungle or
be detained by a tiger.
Thunder is clouds bumping together.
* * *
Some insects have scales on their
wings, for instance, a fish.
* * *
The Indians pursued their warfare
by hiding behind trees and bushes and
scalping them.
* * *
In a cold the blood gets conjested
and gives out information.
* * *
There are no streets in Venice. All
the streets are canals and people
glide along in gorgonzolas.
* * *
Britain imports large quantities of
cheese. The strong kinds are de-
ported from America.
* * *
The tariff law now in effect is called
The Holy Smoke Tariff Bill.
©, 1933. Bell Syndicate.—WNU Service.
It’s Just From Paris
Just over from Paris is this snap|>\
piece of headgear. The hat is of green
velvet, with feathers
back and up almost straight. The
desired “slow back” will then be more
or less automatic for this motion
itself requires a slower motion than
would be the case if the right hand
lifted the clubhead back. The ex-
tended left arm thus also insures a
wider arc than would- be the case if
it were bent or broken at the elbow.
It is this wide arc that adds consid-
erable momentum to the clubhead as
the speed is gradually increased on
the downswing. Golfers should force
the left arm to do the greater part
of the swinging to insure a full exten-
sion of the left arm and the subse-
quent arc that means distance.
©. 1933, Bell Syndicate.—WNU Service.
"Why, of Course I Do," Replied Peter.
enough to worry when there is some-
thing to worry about.”
“Who is worrying?” demanded Jer-
ry. “I’m not worrying. It is just to
keep from having to w'orry that I have
been working so hard. Now, you
know, Peter Rabbit, that just as sure-
ly as you are sitting here on this bank
you are going to have a hard winter.
You are going to have hard work to
get enough to eat; you are going to
have hard work to get around in bad
weather, and you are going to shiver
with the cold.”
“Maybe we won’t have a bad win-
ter,” interrupted Peter.
“Now, I,” continued Jerry, without
heeding the interruption _at all, “am
going to be perfectly comfortable, no
matter what kind of a winter we-have.
It won’t make any difference to me
how cold or how stormy the weather
may get. It won’t make that much
difference.” Jerry slapped the ground
with his tail. “In that house is a nice,
soft, comfortable bed of grass. Those
walls are so thick the cold will not
get through. Jack Frost will freeze
the mud in the walls and roof so hard
that none of my enemies can tear
them open. I can swim about under
the ice when I please. After I have
rested a little I shall store up a few
supplies of food in a storehouse I
have provided in the bank. Then Jack
Frost may come as soon as he pleases.
All winter long I shall live in perfect
ease and comfort and aj.1 because I
have looked ahead and prepared for
it by a 'ittle hard work now.”
“Huh !” said Peter. Then at a sud-
den thought he added, “Do you have
to lay up a store of food?”
“Oh, no,” replied Jerry. “I don’t
have to. Usually, I can find enough
roots and things in the mud at the
bottom of the Smiling Pool.”
“Then what do you do'it for?” de-
manded Peter. “That’s what I call a
waste of time, not to mention the
work.”
“Nothing of the kind,” retorted Jer-
ry. “It is thrift. It is making sure
in case I shouldn’t be able to get all
I need from the bottom of the Smiling
Pool.”
“Huh,” said Peter. “Huh! I never
do any work I don’t have to.”
“Which, means that you haven’t yet
learned how to live,” laughed Jerry
Muskrat.
©, 1933, by T. W. Burgess.—WNU Service.
TRY THESE SANDWICHES
A SANDWICH filling that will keep
is one which will be appreciated
by the busy housewife. Here is one:
Norway Sandwich.
Boil two cups of tomatoes a few
minutes, add half a pound of chipped
beef and one-half pound of cheese
which has been chopped or put
GlPLlk
“Most husbands are like the
measles," says sophisticated Sophia.
“There is no telling when they are
going to break out."
©, 1933, Bell Syndicate.—WNU Service.
They Keep Tab on the Chiselers
/"'i f£N. THQMAS S. HAMMOND, in charge of compliance boards established
V_J throughout the nation by the NRA to check-up on those who chisel on the
blue eagle, talks matters over with Miss Mary E. Hughes, head of the million
and a half women of the country who have enrolled to help Gen. Hugh S. John-
son and President Roosevelt fight the battle of the depression. Among the du-
ties of the army of women who report to Miss Hughes for commands is to se-
cure the names of those who do not comply with promises made Uncle Sam
when they signed up for the blue eagle. The black book in front of Miss Hughes
and General Hammond may be turned over to General Johns'on when the ad-
ministrator of the NRA is ready to “crack down on the chiselers” as he prom-
ised he would do when the proper time comes.
QraphicGolfI
leut must
^uSu club
back.
cVTENDS’
LEPT
AKM,
WHICH MAKES
WIDE
acc-
use OF THE LEFT HAND
T N THE correct backswung the left
t hand should push the club back.
This in itself makes the left hand
extend itself, keeping it traveling
through the food chopper. Bring to a
boil. Add one well-beaten egg, cook
carefully to spreading consistency.
Add cayenne and use as filling on any
kind of bread.
Salmon Savory Sandwich.
Take a can of salmon, remove the
skin and bones, add three hard-cooked
egg yolks, two tablespoons of lemon
juice, two tablespoonfuls of chopped
parsley, one-half cupful of cream sal-
ad dressing, salt and pepper to sea-
son. Mix well and spread on but-
tered whole wheat bread.
Cucumber and Onion Sandwich.
Peel and chop fine two firm cucum-
bers and grate two mild onions, add
pepper, salt and a half teaspoonful of
sugar. Place in a sieve to drain and
chill in the ice chest. At serving time
add French dressing, drain and mix
with mayonnaise to spread. Serve on
buttered whole wheat bread and gar-
nish with stuffed olives.
Olive and Celery Sandwich.
Chop fifteen large olives, three stalks
of celery and three swrnet cucumber
pickles, mix well and add three table
spoons of mayonnaise, one and- one-
half tablespoons of catsup and one-
half teaspoon of mustard. Use on
thinly sliced white bread well but-
tered.
Pigs-in-a-Blanket Sandwich.
Select as many oysters as needed,
take an equal number of slices of ba
con, one green pepper chopped. Place
the oyster on the bacon, sprinkle with
chopped pepper, roll up and fasten
with a toothpick. Pan broil in a hot
frying pan. Place in a hot oven until
ready to serve. Spread slices of bread
lightly with mustard or any other
mixture you prefer and serve the lit-
tle pigs in between the slices.
©, 1933. Western Newspaper Union.
FIRST OF ALL
By DOUGLAS MALLOCH
T HAVE a thousand things to do
^ Today, and one is writing you—
Curtains to clean, and hang again,
And then a little mending; then
Take out a stain from that new dress,
The one I wrote about (I guess) —
It seems that ev’ry morning brings
Around about a thousand things.
Now, some might say, “What shall
it be
The first of all?” It seems to me—
Though curtains are important, and
A stain is something I can’t stand,
And other things my eyes have met
I haven’t even mentioned yet—
The first of all, of things to mend,
Is separation from a friend.
I fear too many of us say,
“I’ll have to write to her some day”—
Yet I know nothing, high or low,
That ever needs attention so,
(I’d hate to think you did a lot
Of little things, with me forgot) —
I have a thousand things to do,
But first of all is writing you!
©, 1933, Douglas Malloch.—WNU Service.
America’s Handsome New Embassy in Paris
Pink Eye Kills—
By HARVEY ROBERTS
©. by McClure Newspaper Syndicate.
WNU Service
TT WAS breakfast time at the Bar-
t low residence in the more fashion-
able quarter of the city. Tom Barlow
—the young man who now controlled
the family millions—played with a half
of a grapefruit which was set before
him. Danville, the butler, brought in
the morning paper which young Bar-
low gxabbed quickly. One look at the
headline: PINK EYE KILLS—and
he slid out of his chair in a faint.
Unused to such behavior on his mas-
ter’s part, Danville displayed a nerv-
ous fright. But he forgot himself and
raised the slightly built young man up
and carried him to a lounge in the
next room. There he left him while
he sprinted to the telephone to call a
doctor. On the couch, Barlow, who
had just come to, lay limp, his eyes
twitching nervously.
Danville came back to the room.
“The doctor will be right over, sir,”
he reported, standing at attention at
one end of the couch. But Barlow
ignored his butler. His mind, never
before so vividly acute, raced back
with relentless activity to the day he
had read in the papers of Pink Eye’s
arrest for murder, with a case against
hf.m that looked impregnable. It
seemed at last that Pink Eye had been
■eaught for good.
Barlow debated the matter over in
hiB mind. During his entire life he
had been accustomed to get what he
wanted because there had always been
plenty of money in the family till.
His father had died and left him his
millions. Yet there was one thing
that he wanted in life with intensified
yearning. That one thing was Frida
. . . and he couldn’t get her. His
money would have won her for him if
it hadn’t been for Brown. The thought
bad nearly driven him insane. Brown,
an insignificant man with no blue
blood, with nothing but good looks
and, perhaps, some charm, to recom-
mend him. Before Brown had entered
her life, Barlow knew that Frida had
been dazzled by the idea of marrying
into the Barlow millions. A terrible
hate against Brown struck and grasped
hold of Barlow. And then he had paid
a visit to Pink Eye, the murderer.
In his cell at the county jail, Pink
Eye was a repulsive, hideous looking
specimen of manhood—almost animal-
like in appearance. There was a red-
dish cast to one eye.
“I’m going to help you out,” Barlow
told him.
Pink Eye sneered: “Nuttin’ could
save me now.”
“We’ll see,” Barlow told him quietly.
It hadn’t been particularly hard to
secure Pink Eye’s release. With un-
limited funds and underhanded meth-
ods, Barlow arranged the deal which
liberated Pink Eye. And on the day
of the murderei^’s release Barlow had
again visited him.
“Gosh, buddy!” Pink Eye was al-
most weeping with joy, “it must have
cost you plenty—plenty! Me, I’m fak-
in’ it easy before I gets framed again.
This town is no place for me. But
tell 'me, mister, is there anything I
can do for you?”
“I would clear out of town as soon
as possible,” Barlow advised him. “Not
that I wouldn’t get you out again if it
was humanly possible providing I
could do so ■without being known as
I managed to do this time. No, there’s
nothing you can do for me. I live a
quiet, fairly comfortable life except
for a man named Brown who works
at the Empire Marketing company, at
their Main street office, and who is
about to steal the girl I love. Except
for that I’d be happy.”
“Oh, yeah?” began Pink Eye, but
Barlow shook his hand and bid good-
by to Pink Eye before the freed man
said any more.
Pink Eye’s release had only occurred
yesterday. Since that time Barlow had
discovered a conscience whose activi-
ties he had never befoi’e been aware
of. We couldn’t keep his mind off Pink
Eye and the worst thing was that he
had no possible idea where to get in
touch with the murderer.
The doctor came in the house and
leaned over Barlow, pressing a steth-
oscope to the heart.
“You’re all right now,” he said cheer-
fully. “This room isn’t particularly
airy—and maybe a slight attack of in-
digestion . . .”
“Perhaps,” Barlow admitted. When
the doctor had gone, Barlow picked up
the paper and unfolded It:
“PINK EYE KILLS FOR LAST
TIME!” the complete headline read.
Reading hastily below, Barlow saw:
“The notorious gunman and murderer,
known as Pink Eye, last night attempt-
ed to hold up the Main street bi-anch
of the Empire Marketing company. A
young office worker, Mr. Sidney Brown,
killed him after the murderer had shot
a watchman. The astonishing bravery
Shown by Brown is something—”
A sudden calm came over Barlow.
He threw down the paper and rushed
to the telephone. Brown was at home.
“Why don’t you go ahead and ask
Frida to marry you?” Barlow asked
him. “I know she’s in love with you.”
“You’re a funny one to be asking
me that,” Brown replied. “The main
reason I haven’t asked her is that I
know you’re in love with her, too, and
you could do everything for her, while
I—”
“That’s all right,” Barlow told him.
“You go ahead and ask her. I read
about you in the paper this morning
and I’m going to see that my bank of-
fers you a good position; they need
men like you—and I own enough stock
to make them heed my suggestion.”
Howe About:
Straight Men
Sound Judgment
Huey Long
By ED HOWE
T HEAR many fine compliments for
the people; I have rarely known a
man who did not say:
“I have the finest neighbors In the
world.”
Tlmre is a gentler atmosphere where
there are women and children: I read
the other day that hawks and song
birds often nest in the same trees.
With mothers and young about, -the
hawk behaves himself, and does his
killing elsewhere.
When the Yankees went south in.
1861-5, how they acted, no women or
children being along. My Son .has
been in Texas for years, with his fam-
ily, and writes me: “It seems to me
I ' have the best neighbors -- in" the
world.” • •• =-
Men are always rougher when the
women and children are not along.
Note what the men say on returning
home after a day spent downtown
with men: “It seems to me I have the
meanest opposition in the world.”,.
* * *
I often hear people say. they intend
to take up a special course in music,
French, literature, whist, etc,, but haye
never heard of anyone, taking up a
special course in taste,, of judgment
in handling what education or Sense
one has. ... I oftener have heed
of taste or judgment, than nearly any-
thing else. One does not play, whist
often, or often encounter a. Eyfttch
word, but the exercise of sound.Judg-
ment, taste, will greatly oblige. Tina
every hour of the day.
* * V
Huey Long, a Holy-Roller::1m.the
radical religion, says his father-was
- poor and ignorant, arrd- -kept ,iH- that
condition by the unscrupulous.rriyh.
. . . Huey has two brothers,, mature
men, and respectable and successful
lawyers. They both say their father
was a large farmer, a better ; edu-
cated and more intelligent man than
their brother Huey, and able to. make
a better speech .than any of his sons.
The Long brothers also say that when
they were children, they had intelli-
gent and helpful neighbors, and were
never ground down by anybody. . . .
It is easy for anyone to win in poli-
tics, if the candidate is able to tell the
demagogue story gracefully. The'dem-
agogue story is thousands of -.years
old, and always the same; all- dishon-
est voters ask of a new man. filing
it is that he he eloquent, dramatic* a
good liar, and a rogue Tike themselves.
* * »
A new book on sociology by a col-
lege professor is like a new memorial
to Abe Lincoln; it is not actually
needed. Prof. L. P. Jacks, of Oxford,
has just erected another monument of
408 pages to the ideal society “which
expresses itself in providing,- comfort-
able homes for' the poor, drunkards,
fallen women, orphans, criminals,.etc.,
with hope of reclaiming the subjects
of our charity. ; p
If our race ever attains. ah •'ideaLso-
cial arrangement, there will be' no
poor, drunkards, fallen womenV * or-
phans, of criminals. A man’s great-
est injustice is that he is hampered in
his efforts to successfully care for him-
self by being taxed to care for those
less industrious. Only of -the‘ man-an-
imal is it demanded that he carry a
part of another’s load. —
Say that in the natural march- of
man, the natural load of each one is
; fox*ty pounds;- to carry forty p'biinds
all day turns out a considerable Task
by evening. But we have increased
the load of every reasonably .hearty
man to certainly fifty, pounds. .-’Seme
others are carrying only thirty, twenty
. or ten pounds, or no load at ajl. ^ In-
deed, many worthless pers,ons:'aj'e be-
ing carried in., litters from'“camp to
. canip by'the stronger. ;
* * y • • - ■ - -
The Fr ench woman ■ railed ^‘George
Sand wax a perfect type- ofv-the-'radi-
cal. Her- morals were-.atroeious,:.ibut,
like others -of- her type, she haeje,enor-
mous visions of saving the world;;.
“I would be. cut to pieces for,.ideals
I know will never he realized,” she
wrote,, “i grope in darkness and my
tired arms grasp nothing Save'‘delu-
sive shadows, yet if I followed my-per-
sonal inclinations I shouId-.'mc^-'-pull
my neighbor’s child out of the- water.”
Radicals ■ everywhere have.-always
been like -. that: know they cannot ac-
complish , what they so disturb- the
world by attempting, and neglect the
little good hourly at hand.
(This indictment of radicals Is brief
and simply written that it itiay be
easily "Understood. I so intend -it; I
purposely-avoid.making: a" book" of the
idea.) ’ ' -rf
.* * *
A man informs me that he married
a woman wlio had lived all her life in
hotels and boarding houses,rand tthat
she was so little civilized that When
he took her to a house "he provided,
she struck matches on the walls of
^the rooms.’ •’
* - i.-.;-; ji
During, the present depression L find
that In my Household We occasionally
recover something! of value from! the
attic. These articles werucpndetnned
and sent there during the higher
standard of living days, but which we
have during the past two or three
years been unable to maintain. . . .
(I recommend that the; newspapers
generally print this; it may prove help-
ful to a good many who -are thinking
of going on the county, but are de-
laying the final plunge. They may find
something in the attic of use in the
emergency, as we did. ,
R, 1933, Bell Syndicate.—WNU Psrvlce.
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