Historical Newspapers of South Carolina

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Life’s prize! Some have a cat with a high pedigree; Others have dogs that are noble to see. The loveliest dowers gained awards And even a pumpkin wore blue^with business girls - WILL LIKE THIS Blue-ribbon horses ran races and wob! Cattle and hogs gained a place in the sun. All we are proud of In this gorgeous state, We saw as we entered the fair’s swlng- >ng gate. BEDTIME STORY FOR CHILDREN A ' By THORNTON W. BURGESS DANNY IS GLAD HIS TAIL IS SHORT M ANY, many times, Danny Meadow Mouse had envied his cousins, Whitefoot the Woodmouse, Nimble Heels the Jumping Mouse, and Nib- bier the House Mouse, because of their long tails. It used to seem to him that Old Mother Nature had been very unfair In giving him such a homely, short, stubby tall If there was any one thing he would have had if he could, It would hav€ been a long tall. The truth Is, Danny used to be ashamed of that short tail. i But he isn’t any more. No, sir, Dan ny Meadow Mouse wouldn’t have that tall of his any different now If he could. He has learned one of life's great lessons, which is that those things which sometimes seem the least to be desired are the greatest blessings. He leatned It that night when he played hide and seek with Buster Bear, deep in the Green Forest. Buster Bear is a very clever fellow. There ajrs few who use their wits as I ■ Pi* I “Never Never Again,'’ Thought Danny, “Will I Envy Anyone a Long Tail?* Buster uses his. It didn’t take him long to realize that never in the world would he be able to catch Danny Meadow Mouse by simply chasing him round and round the trunk of that tree. As spon as he did realize it’ he stoppeck^and sat up to think. Now, while that tree was big, it wasn’t so big that .Buster couldn't reach quite half way round it, for Buster has a long reach. An Idea came to him and his little eyes snapped and he grinned wickedly. “I’ll give that Mouse a sur prise," thought he. So Buster stole softly close up to the tree on the other side of which poor little Danny Meadow Mouse crouched, wondering what would hap pen next. Very softly and carefully Buster reached around the tree with one big paw and brought it down swift ly. It came down right on the very tip end of Danny’s little short tall. Had that tall been an Inch longer, *you Know— That the manufacture of shoes in the United States, dates back to the landing of the Pilgrims, for—so it is said—one of the passengers on the Mayflower was a shoe maker with a supply of hides? Up to the middle of the Nine teenth century all shoes were manufactured by hand. • KeClure Newspaper Syndicate. WNU Service. Danny would have been caught. ^ As it was, Buster's big paw came down on the tip end only, and when Danny jumped, as of course be did, bis tall slipped right out from under. With a pitiful little squeak of fear Danny darted nver to another tree and whisked around behind that Even Many of the new hair ornaments have for inspiration the Egyptian mo tifs ifSe'd by Cleopatra. One of the most modern combs foHowing-thtg fastf- ion is of rhinestones showlng'the ball- and-leaf design. It should be worn at the side of the head where the curls are massed. Copyright bv Public Ledger, Inc. , WNU Service. * then, in the midst of his fright, he was thankful to Old Mother Nature for having given him that short tall. Its shortness was all that had saved big life and he knew it ‘‘Never, never again,” thought Dan- ny, “will I %nvy anyone a long tall. Cousin Whltefoot’s tail may be hand somer than mine, but if Cousin White- foot had been in my place he would be right in Buster Bear’s stomach this very minute, and it would have been all because of his long tail.” Then Danny began to look about him hurriedly in the hope of finding a hid ing place, for Buster Bear had seen where DaQny had gone and was coming to try that same trick over again. Cl T. W. Burgees.—WNU Servlcs. IT who enjoyed It, looked forward to see The baby who stayed home and waited for me. v Blue-ribbon Baby, I never could win A greater reward than my days, which begin With a baby’s blue gaze, and the touch of small hands, And the thousand sweet nothings my hbart understands. * Blue-ribbon Baby, with stars ——eyes. You are reward enough! You' Life’s prize! Copyright—WNU Servlcs. threading the slices on green twigs, or cook steak in a camp frying pan or on a piece of sheet iron. A few trips PICNIC MEALS G PEN-AIR meals are In order now until the snow flies. These picnic meals may be of the simplest, but be sure that there Is plenty of whatever It Is, for there Is nothing that encour ages appetite like a good long walk or ride In the fresh air. The perfect picnic always suppose# a fire, where things can be heated or cooked, and there are few Scouts or Campfire girls who cannot prepare one in a short lime. The building of a fireplace to roast the potatoes or corn and boll the water for the frankfurters is an accomplishment that most of the youth of today take as a matter of eowae.— ■ 1 " ' If the fire Is tp be ma)le on the beach, a trench Is dug to make a fire-box. Then thte true sportsman will see that every bit of debris and all embers are burned and buried before leafing the campfire. ; One may cook bacon on sticks, UESTION BOX by ED WYNN, The Perfect Fool Dear Mr. Wynn: I am a boy twelve years oRl, and am In the ninth grade In school. In my English lesson for next week I must write an essay in which I have to use three words, meaning the direct oppo site to the following three words,: “Mis ery,” “Sorrow,*- and “Woe.” I know the opposite to “misery” is “happiness," and I know the opposite to “sorrow” is “Joy,” but the other word sticks me. Will you please tell me the opposite to “woe”? • /-J DICK SHONARY. Answer; I am surprised, a boy of your age, doesn’t know that the oppo site to “woe" Is “gid-dap.” father treats me very roughly. He al ways calls me a little pig and then asks me if I know what a little pig is. Of course I cry and don’t answer him, but I wish ^ could give him an an swer that would stop him "from calling me a little pig. ' What can I say? Yours truly, G. TZAWFUL. Answer: The next Ume he calls you a little pig and asks you If you ]fnow what a little pig is you say: “Yes, papa, a little pig is a hog’s son.” e Araorlated Newspapers. WNU Service. will give one a good idea of the things needed and the collection will last for a long time, with care. One may eat and digest very hearty foods when out of doors. Fried pota toes, broiled wienewurst or frankfur ters cooked In boiling water are so good In bread and butter sandwiches with a slice of mild onion. Eggs scrambled make a nice dish. To roast sweet potatoes one must use the fol lowing directions carefully: Wash the]' B potatoes carefully and wrap them lb'rSM green leaves or wet brown paper, then bury them In hot ashes and cover with coals and burning wood. In 40 min utes try them with a sharp stick. As soon as they are soft remove from the wrappings and eat with plenty of but ter while piping hot. This same method Is used for Irish potatoes. C Western Newspaper Union. i\I THEN the time cornea I’ll pick VV the right girl,” Don Farrell had said. “Yob’ll see.” Don had come to Gateavllle on a governme.it engineering Job. He was a tall loose limbed fellow-with deep set gray eyes, and an Infectious smile. He had made the quoted remark on his first day In Gateavllle. Bob Haines had Just told him he’d better watch out' for his heart for .we had the pret tiest crop of girls south of~tbe Mason and Dixon line. Don had Just grinned—picked up his grip and asked: "Which way to the best boarding house?” “Mrs. Ann Nelson’s Myrtia street," Bob had replied. Then he’d winked at the fellows standing about the soda bar in thejdrug store. “Whar you bet youil start picking that girl before you’re 24 hours older?” I’m pretty hard to suit," Don had., called back over bis shoulder. - “Walt ’HI he meets the Nefsou twins," Bob had said then. “Wonder which one he’ll fall for?” Don hadn’t been In Gatesville two days when he had them both down to the drug store and It didn’t take tiaff an eye to see that he was falling fast . -r but which one? that wa* the puzzler. Av—— Carrie Lou and Emmy—Lou were their names and when their own moth er couldn’t tell them apart how was b long-legged Yankee going., to come to any decision? He had the whole town wondering. There's no romance can get under way with three principals. Somebody's got to drop out One of the twins had to be disqualified. Evidently the strain began to tell for gossip had It that the girls were snapping at each other. Two weeks after Don’s first appearance he turned up at the drug store one evening with one twin ... but which one? Bets began to run high around the a barr^* From betting on Don the whole community started betting on the twins. They’d flirted before, with feHows from Georgia to the Mississippi basin and never had had a heart flutter. Now this gangling Yankee engineer had sunk them both. Then one afternoon a man from the said Right for Travel. Dark red and white polka dotted tie silk is combined with natural linen crash in this smart ensemble for travel. The tunic length coat with Intricately cut sleeves is lined with the same fab ric that the dress is made- of. From Jay-Thorpe. Dear Mr. Wynn: Would you be kind enough to tell me the best way to remove paint? Yours truly, L STAINEASY. Answer: Sit on it * Dear Mr. Wynn: Will you kindly settle a dispute for us? In our town there Is a strike on the trolley car line and the cars are being run by incompetent men, with the result there have been several ac cidents. What we want to know is this: *Tn case of an accident, what is the first duty of the conductor and the rootorman? u Truly yours. VIOLET RAYS. Answer: In case of an accident the first duty of the Conductor and the motormsn is to blame It on each other. Dear Mr. Wynn: After a wedding ceremony the min ister generally says: “I now pro nounce you ‘one.’ ” My mother always says that she and papa are “ten." How does she make that otit? .. Truly yours, SUE PERFLUOUS. Answer: Your mother probably fig ures that she Is “one" and your father It “nothing." Dear Mr. Wynn: I sa a boy nine years old and my Familiar' Sights for Old Timers * M EMBERS of the Battle Creek Three-Quarters of a Century club, each of whom Is over seventy-five years of age, revived familiar scenes of their youth when they made a pilgrimage to Henry Ford’s Old-time Greenfield village. Such things aa a tin-type shop, hansom cabs and other historic sights carried the old folks back SO years. s These women were delighted to find a replica of the old-time general store, and enjoyed a shopping tonr. * T. V. I. drifted Into town and something about Don’s wife. Say , . . that burst the town wide optfn. It was about four o’clock In the afternoon when the twins came Iqto the drug store. Both-were In white—just their belts different, one blue and one red. The preacher’s wife was In the store buying catnip for that big Maltese that always sits In her front window. She marches right over to the girls. “There was a man In here a minute ago who said that young Mr. Ferrell has a wife” she says. The preacher’s wife Is all -rlgljt .but. she feels It her duty to look after the morals of th.' young:———— If Don hadn’t followed right at her heels it wouldn’t have been so dra matic, As. It was It knocked all the home talent shows In Gatesville right Into a cocked hat. Don burst through the screen. His eyes were almos' black. He came right over to where the girls were sitting. The preacher’s wife backed off but the fellows around th e soda bar stuck and stared and figured that all that mbhey they’d bef on The twins was as good as gone. One of the twins was beating a reg ular tattoo on the floor with her slipper apd the other was riddling with a soda straw, and breaking It Into little pieces I guess they felt pretty queer. “What have you heard?’’ Don de manded. He didn’t sit down. He stood leaning across the table and his glance included both the twins. His long brown fingers gripped the edge of the table. "That you were martled,” said one. She said it quiet-like, but there was a lot behind her tone. Some folks don't show their emotion by being noisy. The other twin did. She said: “Yes. . . . that you were married." Her voice was thin and sharp. “Is It true?” she demanded. “Yes, it’s true.” The bhe with the blue belt who had spoken first opened her lips, closed them and sank back Into her-^cbalr. The sodA straw was torn to chaff and lay scattered about the chocolate soda which she hadn’t tasted. The twin in the red belt burst into a regular tor rent of abuse. She told Don what she thought of him . . . what she thought of all Yankees . . . well ... It was almost as if she’d stripped off her clothes and stood there naked. Most of the fellows slunk out of the store ashamed for her. Being the soda jerker I had to stick. Finally the twin in the blue belt be gan to cry. Dan stepped right around the table and took her in his arms. He kissed her. “You . . the twin in the red belt started screaming and clawing him with her soft little hands. Don didn’t seem to mind. He was grinning'and owing his white teeth and aaylnyr “I always said that when the film came I’d pick the right girl . . , Jnow I know I’ve made no mistake. Carrie Lou. and I were married last Frl day. . . .” I didn’t hear the rest for his head was bent and be was saying It Into Carrie Lon’s soft dark hair. 11 turn^l around and pretended to be busy polishing some soda glasses. 1 heafd the screen door bang behind the twin In the red belt After this she wouldn’t need to dress different for everyone in town to know her. She’d ! always be the twin that Don Farrel didn’t pick. The smart business girl has her own rules for chic—tailored femi nine simplicity. And here’s the frock that obeys the dictates of fashion and utility. There’s a world of youth ful charm in that simple collar and flattering curved yoke that cuts Intf a bodice with the very new “bosom and back” fulness. The paneled skirt breaks into pleats just In time to give you lots of walking freedom. Wear the sleeve puffed or flared—let your “type" be your guide. Because every smart business girl will choose this pattern and run up several In the evenings, the frock pictured has been kept especially simple. Choose a cheery flower print silk on a dark ground—or a washable pasteL Pattern 2230 Is available In sizes 14, 10, 13, 20, 32, 34, 36, 38, 40 and 42i Size 16 takes 3% yards 39-inch fab ric. Illustrated step-by-step sewing Instructions Included. Send FIFTEEN CENTS, (15c) In coips or. stamps (coins preferred) for this pattern. Write plainly name, address and style number. BE SUR1? TO STATE SIZE. ^ Address orders to Sewing Circle Pattern Department, 243 West Sev enteenth street, New, York. — @uUj eS FUR, MEANING DISTANT Teacher—Tommy, can you spell fart . . . , Tommy—Yes’m, f-u-r, fur. Teacher—Correct. Now can yon tell me what fur Is? Tommy—Yes’m. Fur Is .an awful long ways off. Without Leavu Alice—What do you mean by last ing me without permission? A1—Forgive me. I Just couldn't help myself. Alice—But you did help yourself Just now. v 1 ■ Only Objection “Why do you disapprove of the movies?” “I don't disapprove of them,” an- * swered Senator Sorghum. “My only objection to them is that politicians are led by Indiscriminate Imagine they're movie atars.” WNU—7 COOLING -