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The Curse of Progress
Bard Lock
The diner in the cheap restaurant
gave an exclamation of annoyance.
"Anything wrong, sir?" asked the
waitress.
"Wrong!" he ejaculated, "I should
say so. This egg is as hard as a
brick."
"Sorry!" replied the waitress.
"We used the egg-timer for it."
"Oh!" he growled. "I thought
you'd used a calends."
Tit for Tat
Lady in Car (to man she haa Just
bowled over) ? It was your own fault
entirely. I have been driving a car
for ten years, and I am thoroughly
experienced.
Pedestrian? I am not a beginner,
either. I've been walking for 50
years.? L. ft N. Employe*' Maga
zine.
Pirate's Bate
Miss Gush (on ship) ? Captain,
weren't you ever boarded by pi
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Captain? Yes, they charged me
$3 a day, and the food waa terrible. ' I
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Big Game
By 8TANLEY CORDELL
C Associated Newspapers.
WNU Service.
Y \7 HEN Bobbie came home from
*' school he found the back door
locked. The key was under the mat,
however; he found it and went into
the kitchen. There was a penciled
note on the table.
"Dear Bobbie: Uncle Rufus ar
rived this noon for a few day's vis
it. We have driven over to call on
Mr. and Mrs. Bradshaw. Do your
chores and be a good boy until we
q^t home. Mother."
Bobbie's eyes shone. Uncle Rufus
was the idol of all his childish
dreams. Not only was he an es
pecially indulgent uncle, but the
life he led was one that would stir
the imagination of any red-blooded
American boy. For Uncle Rufus was
a sportsman of the first water.
Bobbie went out to the shed and
loaded up his arms with wood for
the kitchen stove. He cut kindling
for tomorrow morning's fire, placed
fresh water in the henyard dishes,
poured out grain for the night's
feeding. Presently he returned to
the kitchen and glanced at the
clock. Three-fifteen. Mother and dad
and Uncle Rufus wouldn't be home
for an hour yet. Perhaps longer.
Bobbie projected his mind ahead.
Tonight, after supper, they would
all sit around the table and listen
to Uncle Rufus spin tales of his
adventures. Bobbie wouldn't miss it
for anything. Uncle Rufus was
sure a great guy. Sometime he was
going to take Bobbie on one of his
trips. He had promised,
Bobbie started for the kitchen
door and paused. A thought oc
curred to him. Usually Uncle Rufus
stopped off on his way to or from
the hunting or fishing grounds. And
because of this reason his luggage
most always included a rifle or a
fishing rod, things that Bobbie
stared at it in awe and wonder.
Thinking of it, Bobbie glanced
once more at the clock, turned and
quickly entered the front hall and
mounted the stairs.
Bobbie's gaze made a tour of the
room and suddenly his hea*t leaped.
There standing beside the bureau,
was a .22 rifle, almost a duplicate
of the specially-made gun Uncle had
let him handle last fall. Hesitatingly,
Bobbie crossed the room, stood look
ing down at the piece in reverent
silence. And as he stood there a
daring thought occurred to him.
Why not borrow the gun for a little
while?
Bobbie picked up the rifle and
tucked it in the crook of his arm.
A sensation of pride and importance
and well-being passed through him.
Almost without thinking he de
scended the stairs, crossed the
kitchen and went out into the back
yard. It was easy to feel that the
weapon was his, that he was start
ing out on his daily hunt in order to
provide the supper table with fresh
meat.
At the bars he stopped in the
very act of pulling one of the shafts
from its slot. A disturbing thought
had crossed his mind ? memory of
Uncle Rufus' regard for his guns
and rods, his meticulous treatment
of them, the blaze of anger that
glowed in his eyes when once he
told of someone borrowing a certain
big game rifle uninvited.
A sense of guilt, coupled with
fear of the consequences of his
act, seized Bobbie. He knew he
was doing wrong, and he thought
how dreadful it would be if Uncle
Rufus became angered at him and
refused to tell him tales of his ad
ventures, or retracted his offer to
sometime take him on one of his
trips to the woods. The possibility
of being caught was scarcely worth
the consequences, and yet ? Bobbie
had never owned a gun. His folks
were poor and they couldn't buy
him one. Despite his longing he had
never complained or wished out
loud for things that he knew would
pain his mother because she
couldn't give them to him. He could
see the hurt in her eyes if it be
came known he had broken her trust
and faith by borrowing Uncle Rufus'
rifle.
Bobbie went back through the
bars, replaced the shaft and turned
toward the house. Well, anyway, !
he thought, sometimes I'll ? The
sentence was never finished. He
stopped dead still, staring wide
eyed at the automobile that had
driven into the yard, staring at
Uncle Rufus climbing out from be
hind the wheel.
Suddenly he felt weak and sick
and very much afraid. Uncle Rufus
had spotted him and boomed out
something he couldn't hear. He saw
his idol striding through the yard
toward him.
"So you found it, eh? Well, by
Jinks, I ought to take it back ? rob
1 bing me of the kick I'd planned to
get out of giving it to you myself.
Well, how do you like it?"
Bobbie gulped. "What ? wha ? ?"
"Come, Come," Uncle Rufus
boomed. "You might at least thank
a chap. Had that rifle made special
just for you. It'll shoot true at 200
yards and knock a crow galley west.
You'd better try it and see. Plenty
of crows up in tne woods where
we're going."
Uncle Rufus' voice became a
jumble of words " ? had to talk to
your mother and dad to get 'em to
let you oS from school a couple of
days ? four days ir all with Satur
day and Sunday ? nay be we'll get
a deer ? have to be pretty straight
shooter to hit a deer with a .22 ? Ho!
What's this? Crying? Shucks! Big
game hunters don't cry."
Happy Hulda Goes
On Dishpan Duty
Pattern 1383
Happy Hulda, as chief-cook
and-bottle-washer, invites you to
cross stitch this set of seven tea
towels (8 to the inch crosses),
in the gayest floss you can find!
Pattern 1383 contains a transfer
pattern of seven motifs (one for
each day of the week) averaging
about 6 by 6 '.4 inches; material
requirements; illustrations of all
stitches used ; color suggestions.
Send 15 cents in stamps or coins
(coins preferred) for this pattern
to The Sewing Circle Needlecraft
Dept., 82 Eighth Ave., New York,
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Write plainly pattern number,
your name and address.
Foreign Words
and Phrases
Etourderie. (F.) Giddy conduct,
an imprudent caprice.
Ricordo. (It.) A souvenir, a
keepsake.
A contre coeur. (F.) Unwilling
ly
Calembour (F.) A pun.
Pas seul. (F.) A dance per
formed by one person.
A la lettre. (F.) To the letter,
literally.
Claqueur. (F.) One paid for
applauding at a theater.
Coup de maitre. (F.) A master
stroke.
Ex animo. (L.) Heartily.
Deo favente. (L.) With the help
of God.
Si non e vero, e ben trovato.
(It.) If it is not true, it is very
ingenious.
Dr. Pierce's Pleasant Pellets made of
May Apple are effective in removing
accumulated body waste. ? Adv.
Helping Others
What do we live for, if it is not
to make life less difficult for each
other?
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KILLS INSECTS
ON FIOWIRS ? FRUITS
VEGETAILES & SHRUBS
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Ipocutt and Knowledge
Distance sometimes endears
friendship and absence sweeteneth
it. ? Howell.
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To Our Sorrow
Reciprocation is often nothing
other than retaliation.
GOOD RELIEF
of constipation by a
GOOD LAXATIVE
Many folks get such refreshing
relief by taking Black-Draught for
constipation that they prefer it to
other laxatives and urge their friends
to try It Black-Draught Is made of
the leaves and roots of plants It
'.oes not disturb digestion but stimu
lates the lower bowel so that con
stipation Is relieved.
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