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Where Uncle Sam Will Bury Billions of Hold U t Bb 5- ' I N PREPARATION for another major transfer of the government's huge gold reserve, secret orders have been Issued In Washington for the £ush construction of a subterranean vault In the center of Fort Knox (shown here from the air), an army post 31 ihlles from Louisville. Into the vault will be transferred a good portion of the billions In gold now held by the government In New York and Philadelphia... The structure will be built In continuation of the policy of moving precious monetary reserves away from vulnerable cities on the coast to more Isolated Inland territory. Bedtime Story for Children By THORNTON W. BURGESS DANNY FINDS A REFl/GE A S DANNY MEADOW MOUSE anx iously looked this way and that way for a place to hide from Buster Bear, a sharp, squeaky voice almost In his very ear made him Jump. “What are you doing over here, Cousin Danny? Aren’t you lost?” said the sharp, squeaky voice. ^ Danny turned quickly to find a lit tle round hole In the ground between the roots of the tree, and Just Inside was th^Jrjm little head of his cousin, Whltefootthe Woodmouse. “Ohcrjed Danny. “Buster Bear Is trying to pfftch me and I don’t know what to do." • “Come In here,” replied Whltefoot promptly. Danny didn’t need a second Invita tion. He darted In Just as Buster Bear reached the tree on the other side. Buster promptly tried again the trick by which he had so nearly caught Danny. He reached a great paw around the trunk of the tree and brought It down swiftly. But he was too late. There was no one under that big paw. Buster watched and listened, but he saw nothing and heard nothing. Then he walked around the tree to Investigate. There was no sign of Danny Meadow Mouse. But between the roots of the tree was a little round hole. “Huh!” grunted Buster Bear and began to dig furiously. Now Buster Bear's claws are long and stout and when he sets out to dig x “Now,” Said Whltefoot, “You Have Nothing to Worry About From Buster Bear.” he makes things fly. But Whltefoot the Woodmouse knows all about those great claws of Buster, and when he made that little round hole he made It right under the big roots of that tree. It didn’t take Buster long to find out that It was quite useless to try to dig out Danny Meadowmouse. You see, those big roots were In the way. So after a minute or two of useless digging Buster gave up. It was foolish to waste time there when he might be hunting for and finding sweet little beechnuts. So, grumbling deep In his throat, Btlster walked off and once E>«YOU Know- M- /• more began to rake over the leaves In search of beechnuta Meanwhile Danny Meadow Mouse had followed his cousin, Whltefoot the Woodmouse, along a Ut(le tunnel among the roots that led him some distance away from where he had en tered. It was a very nice little turinel. Danny said as much as he scampered along after Whltefoot Whltefoot was pleased „but he didn’t say anything. He Just scampered along and Danny followed. After a while they came out in the heart of a big, hollow stump. “Now,” said Whltefoot, “you have nothing to worry about from Buster “One thing a girl must stoop to con quer,’ says corpulent Cora, “and that is a rolling waist line.” WNU Servicv. Bear. Tell me what happened and what you^are dolhg^ so far ffWay Trrmr home,” ©. V. W. Burge**.—WNU Servlc*. OUTDOOR MEALS A S PICNIC days are here again, we turn to our lists of good things which we have enjoyed and plan a picnic lunch. Those who find some food hard to digest will enjoy them and have no discomfort when eaten out of doors after a brisk hike, or even a stroll through the woods. When packing a lunch, remember to put some of the goods that add zest such as green onions, fresh rad- jshes, cucumbers and a few pickles, sweet and sour. Pickled beets, onions, chow, are all relishes which are en joyed with the other food. The sandwiches may be cut .and made Just before serving, with let tuce, a slice of cucumber and onion, as filling. Baked bean sandwiches are always enjoyed for a hearty meal. Serve them with sliced sour pickle. Most picnic lunches are made up of starchy and sugar foods. Some of these are needed but the alkaline foods will be needed or headaches and indigestion will result. Fruits, green vegetables, celery, to matoes,' are all good to combine with the sandwiches, rolls and cakes. Meats are acid forming foods and should be used sparingly. With the crisp lettuce carried In a towel, * well wrapped, add sliced oranges or tomatoes or apples and serve with a french dressing all pre pared and carried In a' tight jar or bottle. With all the disadvantages, snakes, mosquitoes; poison ivy, the more we go on picnics, the more we learn UESTION BOX b ED WYNN, n, Perfect Fool That the chrysanthemum be came the national flower of Japan in the Fourteenth cen tury? It is called Kiku there. Some botanists say that it was once only a common daisy. • McClar* N*wap*per Syndicate. WNU Service. Dear Mr. Wynn: I am a coed, at a well known col lege, and am crazy abbut a boy my own age who goes to the same col lege. He gave me a lovely cigarette holder for my birthday and his birth day Is next Saturday. I saw a whisky flask, In a shop window, which was made to look like the seven of spades. Don’t to buy him? Sincerely, LILY KUPPS. Answer: The present Is all right, but he’s liable to leave It on a table In some fraternity house, and some other student might come along with the eight of spades and take it Dear Mr. Wynn: I have been engaged to a young man for nearly six months and we were to be married In June,' nut last night he confessed to me that he had a wooden leg. What shall I do? Yours truly, DORA KNOB. Answer: Break it off. f ' • Dear Mr. Wynn: , ; My wife and I had an argument last night about the army. My wife says, lu order for a man to be buried with “military honors” he must be a cap tain, while I say he must be a general. Which if us Is right? Your* truly, LEW TENANT.’ Answer: You are both wrong. In order for a man In the army to be buried with full military honors he must be dead. — 1 -- was $50 fine for swimming in thgt river and when the man heard that he just threw up his hands and sunk. Dear^Mr. Wynn: I bought a new suit, the other day, and the first time I put It on, the coat split up the back. How do you account for that? Yours truly. L PICTICT. - Answer: The buttons were sewed on too tight. © Associated Newspaper*. WNU Service. A LITTLE NEW Mulligan Does SOUL His Duty V “ ' By FRANK EVANS By ANNE CAMPBELL © McCJure Newspaper Sjrndlcat* W.yu Service. LITTLE new soul came down today On a sunlit'Cloud, from far away. She stole the blue from the morning And a star for each of her pretty She grasped at the dawn, and In her fingers The rosyjglow of the morning lingers. ' • . • ‘ • :■ ' A little new soul came down to lift Our weary hearts with her hopeful - gift. She brushed by the sun and plucked Its gold, And she brbught God’s love for our . arms to hold. A little new baby, with* dreams in her eyes. Came to show us the pathway to Para dise! Copyright—WNU Ser;vlc#. ^ .r-v-—;■ — ■ ^ what to avoid and the more pleasure we get from them. Where thqre Is a stream of clear water or a spring, all the green things may be kept cool and fresh as If taken from a refrigerator at home. © Western Newspaper Union, — Fan Pleats Fan pleats from neck to hem and from shoulder to elbow appear in this casual afternoon dress of off- white crepe. The fringed sash is polka dotted black satin. From Maggy Rouff. I PAPA KNCWS-I “Pop, what Is a Hon?” “Big shot.” &. Bell Syndlc*t*.—WNU Service. Good Samaritan Aids Helpless Birds WITH AN EYE TO COOL SIMPLICITY- FATTEBH P3S4 ««npIM, old timer, fiat’s the matter? v a. yon haven’t been acting like yourself for weeks. Sick?” Officer Tim Mulllga. continued to a hi no th* .frnripo pn the front df his lieutenant coat with his sleeve. “Spring fever, mebbe. Besides, I’m gettln’ old.” Thd’ men gathered In groups about the police station looked up and laughed. Lieutenant Murphy, at the desk, shook his head. “You old. Tim? Never! Just as young gf the day you Joined the force—31 years ago . ’, . a bridegroom of two days.” ^ “ ’N’ Molly ’n’ me didn’t take a honey moon for eight year . . '. when the little tad was Just a year old.” He sat down heavily and refused a proffered tin of tobacco. As Mulligan was about to leave. Lieutenant Mur phy called to him: “Better see a doctor, Tim. We can’t afford to lose Tim Mulligan after 31 years of.duty. You want to think about Molly too. and the little tad.” Tim Mulligan smiled and swung his “Just you quit ytur worryln’ about me. Faith, and I’m younger than all the rest o’ you. ’Night.” Murphy laid down his pen and strolled over to a group of officers. “I say, fellows, have you noticed any thing wrong with Mulligan? He’s been actin’ queer lately.” “We noticed It—but he won’t 1 talk abbut It. Says he’s all right. I met Molly in the grocery store yesterday and she looked as If she had been cryln’. But when I told her she looked younger than she did 20 years ago. she said I’d been kissing the blarney stone. A fine wom..n, Molly Mulligan.” “What’s the kid (Jolng now?” asked Koestlng as he bent over and tied his shoe. “Hope he makes them proud of him. They sqcriflced a lot to give him an education. Tim said ione thing that boy must have'was learnln’! He cer tainly was proud of thbs^; report cards ...” • “I’m told he Isn’t all Tim and Molly Would have him he,” said Jones « ver his evening paper. “Don’t keep jobs . . . regular sheik and dance hound . . . and Tlra'wanted him to be a real man! But the kid Is young, not. twenty-five yet. He should turn out all right with folks like Tim and Molly.” The night lengthened. One by one the men left headquarters. Two de tectives drowsed in an adjoining of fice, chairs tipped back against the wall Outside, Cohen, the driver, whistled softly as he sprawled on the front seat of, the patrol wagon. Then came the harsh ring of the bell, and everyone was galvanised Into action. ^Cohen came to the door and awaited orders. -—^Mulligan calllqjt’’ announced Lieu tenant Murphy 'swiftly. “Falrview OH station; Falrview and Edgemont . . . holdup . j-, one got away . attendant Injured ...” It was scarcely ten minutes before ,the reverberating clang of the bell announced the return of the patrol wagon. The men grouped themselves about the desk as the prisoner was brought In. 'Cohen on one side. Mul ligan. strangely old and white-faced, on the other. He' was scarcely more than a boy— the prisoner—dressed In clothes of the latest mode, * tweed cap pulled at a rakish angle over his ear, a cigarette between his fingers. They stationed him before the desk. “Take off that hat!” snapped Tim Mulligan. The young man-looked up quickly and obeyed. “Ohfe got away,” said Mulligan shortly. “I was patrolling Falrview when the machine ran Into the oil station. I heard the attendant call out once, as this one,” with a Jerk of his towards the prisoner, “got out . The smart girl has one eye on tha budget and the other anticipating a rise In temperature—and makes a r cool decision to include several summer sports In her wardrobe right now. It took a lot of Ingenuity to design that clever yoke-cape-panrt in one. It makes sewing so easy, and briefly, that cape Is much cooler than a sleeve. Pattern 9354 sports an action plegt back and skirt Just to help you “get places.”. If you find a simple fiat neckline becoming, omit the dashing revers (but we.like’em). Very correct for spectator sports, of fice wear or week-end Jaunts. Maks it up In washable sport silk or shantung. Try a novel "cork” buckls and buttons. Pattern 9354 may be ordered only In sizes 14, 16, 18, 20, 32, 34, 36, 8& 40 and 42. Size 16 requires 4 yards 36 Inch fabric. Send FIFTEEN CENTS In colas •r stamps (coins preferred) for this pattern. Bp sure to write plainly your NAME, ADDRESS, the STYLE NUMBER and SIZE. Complete,' diagrammed sew chart iachktetL' *■' - - !> '. v - ~ Send your order to Sewing Circle Pattern Department, 232 West Eight eenth Street, New York. ©SSH eS ON THE FLY PAPER Manager—Where Is the Human Fly? "3 ' Fat Lady—He got Into an argn- ment with .his wife and she swatted him.—Answers Magazine. mm Sag ' • •■'v . <•: ■ : :• «: v<5:>;>:5 mm it Dear Mr. Wynn: Every month, a club I belong ’to,' bolds a meeting at which all the mem bers have to tell a story on a subject which Is told us a week before the meeting. The subject, for our next meeting, is: “The Stingiest Man I Know.” Will you tell me the stingiest man you ever met? Truly yours, , O. COMM TELLMEE. Answer: The stingiest man I ever heard of was a man who fell over board and ns he was swimming ashore a ^policeman hollered to him that It T HEY were just three baby sparrows in need of protection when Frances A Urban, fourteen-year-old high school glrk, saw them flopping about help lessly in her back yard In Hollywood, Calif., and decided to befriend them. At her home, the girl placed them in a cage near a window. A day later she heard a flutter and saw a grown sparrow, tbea two, .beating wildly against the screen. Suspecting the visitors were the birds’ parents, she placed the cage la the yard and opened the door. One of the grown birds flew in with worms and fed them., Each day, now, they are taken Into the yard to be fed la that fashion. The girl plans to release the birds as scon as thfy aim able to fly. They were there last week, y’ know. He plugged him . . . through the leg . . . hospital” He was speaklng jerk- Uy. “The fellow in the car . . . yelled as J ran u[ . . . then drove off. This one^tuTfied . . . ’n’ I beat him to the draw. He . . . he . . .” Tim Mulligan leaned heavily against the desk, his hands fumbling at the buttons of his coat *■ * The hoy had been watching him closely, twisting the dapper tweed cap between his hands. Koestlng brought a glass of water but Mulligan refused It. ’T’ve been layin’ for these fellows. Knew I’d get ’em sooner or later. This one is a bad one ..'. he don’t care .. . for nobody . . but himself. He’d kilt his . .. own folks ... to get away ...” ^ He turned and walked slowly to the detectives’ office and let himself down Into an arm chair. Lieutenant Murphy opened the book on the desk, and picked up his pen. “Well, Tim,” he sail* slowly, “any thing to say for yourself? I.’ve been oa . the force many years but this Is the hardest thing I have ever done ... to put Tim Mulligan’s little tad behind the bars. Yot have killed something tonight You have killed the spirit In your father’s heart His little tad ...” “Make ( lt snappy, lieutenant I’ve got tt cornin’, t guess, but I didn’t think the old man would take me In. I swear I didn’t . . “Tim Mulligan has never flinched nt doing his duty . . ..for 81 years . . . and he never will as long as he’s on the force ..." Economic*! Percy—I dream every night that you and I are married. ' > Gwendolyn—Grand idea—two eas live gs cheaply as one that way. No Chnrgo "Where did you get the plot ef your seoond novel?” ' “From the film version of first!”—New York Dally Mirror.’ my ^•ry^ay Vlows “How was the scenery, on your trip?" “It raa largely to tooth paste and smoking tobacco” When tho Gam* I* Ovor —— "Fortune favors the brave.” "Npt If the brave buy wildest stocks."—Pathfinder Magazine. & No* Economical Papor Paper can be made from cornstalks but the product would cost more than paper made from wood according to studies completed at the United States bureau of standards. •\ * \ ajfca. ~ feOdk/..- . ■ ■ -.,n , V . . • , - ^ ^ ~ j. .. . .. - .. * •