Quaint Salt Box, Rack for Spoons p AY and useful kitchen equip ^ ment delights every home maker and this quaint salt box with matching spoon rack are especial ly appealing. They are cut out by hand with a coping saw or with a jig saw. The boa is put together t?BOARD HOOKS ro* C00*940 SPOOHS OR PA* MOLDWS "Tii rn ^ WffL L roil CUTTING Ij BOARD AMD Fi STENCILING WITH * CRATQW OR NMIfT | s4lT with brads and glue and both pieces are decorated by stenciling with bright wax crayons such as children use. They are then var nished to fix the colors and make them water-proof. It Is all ao easy to do. with so liule mess or fuss that you will want to make a number of these pieces for gifts or to seli at Christmas time. ? ? ? Pattern 251 gives actual - size cutting gutties for the rack and all parts of the box. also stencil designs, color guide and directions for each step To get this pal tern send 15 cents with name and address direct to: MRS. Rl'TH WYETH SPEARS Bedford Hills. N. Y. 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M VIRGIL TS By Len KleU ev 6os?! i TWfcfiE 60?S\ **LUE WITH MY 6\RL! J I WMLMEO THAT sj 6UV??Ili. FIX M*\ 1 eoooTwisTiwe^/ \ IT? K LON OOMN TBOC BUT HE < DESERVES ) H*c"? w te?i ? -a* w SILENT SAM ; ? ?= - Good Company Uwy By Gearse Gnkui WNU rutura. . "Well, Joe, I'm going on my vaca tion next week, and I want you boys to stay on your good behavior while I'm away," said Sergeant Stevens with a good natured grin. He was a large, heavy set, genial man, head of the guards at the County Prison. "Have a good time, sarge," said Joe Walsh, a trusty with six months time standing between himself and freedom. "What are you going to do with youfSelT?" "I think I'll take a motor trip around the state," Sergeant Stevens said. When the sergeant let himself out of the cell block, Joe sat thinking, ignoring the other prisoners. He had never thought of escaping the prison while Sergeant Stevens was in charge and responsible for the men, but now Joe began to yearn for his freedom. Three days after the sergeant left on vacation, Joe was assigned to bean picking crew at the prison farm. That afternoon, while the guards made their rounds lazily in the hot sun, he climbed the fence and cut quickly through the woods. At the first town he passed, some quick thinking and acting rewarded him with a denim shirt, coveralls, | ? threadbare overcoat and a peaK cap which had been hanging on the clothesline of one of the housewives. That evening he crawled into an empty coal car on a north-bound freight. As he watched the scenery flow swiftly by the open door and felt the wind in his face he sang a happy song. In a few days he* would be several states away from the County Prison. While humming softly to himself, he fell asleep, lulled by the jolting rythym of the wheels on the tracks. "What's the matter?" Joe asked, try in* to collect his senses? "iley you, noDO. u mon, wane up. A voice, harsh and hard, grated in Joe's ears. A heavy foot tapping his shoulder wakened him more com pletely. He sat up slowly, blinked and yawned, and saw that the sun was shining brightly in the door of the freight car. "I'm a railroad detective," the man said. "Get up. I'm going to take you down to the hoosegow. You know you're not allowed to ride the freights." He pleaded with the detective in his most heart melting voice, beg ging to be given another chance, swearing he didn't know that he wasn't allowed to ride on the freight trains. The detective tapped his gun significantly. "I hear that same story from every hobo we pick up," he said. "Now come along with out any trouble." Joe wearily stretched and stood up, while pictures of returning to the jail cell flowed through his mind. Each time he thought of the confinement, he added fresh and convincing pleas to those already submitted to the detective. When he had given up all* hope, and made up his mind that he was hopelessly headed back to County Prison, the man softened. "I guess you're having 9 pretty hard time ! of it, traveling around the country this way. I'll let you off this time, but after this stay away from the trains." Gosh! Thanks, mister," said Joe I gratefully, almost crying with re lief. "You don't know how much this means to me. I'll stick to the highway after this." He heaved a deep, heartfelt sigh, and almost ran the short distance to the highway, for fear that the detective might change his mind. The walk made him hungry, and as he realized bow long it had been since his last meal be almost wished he was back at the prison, where the boys would be eating breakfast. "Oh well!** he thought. "Pretty soon I'll be far enough away that I can stop and find some food." His thumb flipped at the passing cars, and finally a sedan slowed down and pulled to the side of the road. Joe opened the door quickly. "Go 1 ing my way.** he asked and relaxed in the comfortable seat "Sure, always glad to have good company," said the driver in a voice that seemed familiar to Joe. "Thanks a lot." Joe said, but as he looked at the man, the smile Ceded suddenly from Ida face. He gulped and added lheeptehty, " . . . Cafl" Mu|tl t