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RIDDLES
Cold Winter evenings are a good time to
ask riddles, because thinking hard will always
warm you up. And there’s real heat in some
of these teasers!
1. What Is the largest room in the world?
2. When may a man be said to breakfast
before he gets up?
3. When does a ship tell a falsehood?
4. What is it that a man doesn’t have, never
can have, yet can give to a woman?
5. When is a chicken's neck like a bell?
; .:.s ANSWERS.
I—Room for improvement. 2—When he
takes a roll in bed. 3—When it lies at anchor.
4 —A husband. s—When it’s wrung for dinner.
Circus Performer's Courage.
Being a circus clown isn’t as funny as it
seems. There are times when a clown falls
or gets struck when it seems to the audience
that it’s all part of his stunt—and it isn’t.
But it’s a clown’s business to get the laughs,
and he doesn’t expect any sympathy. ’’lt’s
the clown’s second nature to get hurt,” said
Will Delavoyer * famous “old school” clown.
“But clowns don’t take the risks the other
performers do,” he said modestly. "I re
memb:r, for instance, the bravery of a little
tight-wire walker, a girl named Zazel, that
shows the kind of pluck you will find in the
circus.
“The Adam Forepaugb Shows were playing
in Butte, Mont. The big tent was crowded
with people eager to be thrilled by some dare
devil performer. Zazel, a star actress, was in
troduced by the ringmaster. She climbed to
her wire stretched 25 feet above the ground.
The crowds gasped at her daring stunts. Sud
denly Zazel slipped. Down she crashed to the
earth 25 feet below.
"The audience was hushed. Surely Zazel
had been killed. Attendants rushed to her.
She made an effort to arise. They prepared to
carry her out of the ring to the dressing tent.
She wouldn’t let them, however. Pushing them
all aside, she got to her feet. With a smile and
a wave at the audience she walked slowly but
determinedly toward the entrance of the dress
ing tent.
“When she approached the entrance she
turned to the crowd. The people were all
shouting and applauding wildly, for they rea
lized that Zaael surely must be suffering some
pain from her fall, though apparently she had
been no more than a little stunned. Zaael
smiled at the crowd and gave her little bow.
“Then she stepped inside the dressing room
and collapsed, really badly hurt”
A Hard Diet.
“Where are you going to eat?"
“let’s eat up the street”
“Aw, no; I don’t like asphalt.”
.. < Some Pie.
Irate Housewife—Aren’t you the same man
T gave a mince pie to last week?
Tramp (sadly)—No, ma’am, I ain’t And
What’s more, the doctor says X never will be.
Lost Record.
Professor—How many time have I told you to
be in class on time?
Student—l don’t know. I thought you were
keeping score.
POSERS
If you are a good student in school, you
shouldn’t' have much trouble with these ques
tions.
1. What famous city is built on seven bills?
2. Where is Mount Vesuvius located?
3. Who wrote “Oulliver’s Travels”?
4. Why is it impossible for a snake to close
its eyes?
5. At what time of day is your shadow
shortest?'
.6. What fruit must be taken from the tree
in order to ripen property?
1. What is the difference between a surgeon
and a sergeant?
8. TO whom Is Mary Pickford married?
' ‘' ANSWERS.
I—Rome, Italy. 2—Near Naples, Italy. 3
Jonathan Swift. 4—Because it has no eyelids.
s—At noon. B—The banana. 7—A surgeon
' is a medical practitioner, particularly one who
performs operations; a sergeant is a non-com
missioned’ military officer. B—Douglas Pair
backs. ’
THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON-. D. DECEMBER 22, 1929.
Marching Feet.
The Story of a Boy IVho Rose to an Emergency.
BY W. BOYCE MORGAN.
He was brought down the ladder on the broad, rubber-coated Jtack of one of the
firemen.
Harrison Gere, a box of slicht physique, but
narked musical ability, realises the power of music
a* he watches the students of Waynesrilie Hlch
School keep perfect time to the marches he plays.
On the nicht before the start of Christmas vacation,
an entertainment is beins siren in the school audi
torium. and Harrison is disappointed because he is
not chosen as a “guard” to keep order during the
evening, as was his elder brstber. Jack. The hall is
filled with the audience when, during the program,
fire breaks out on the stage. The panic-stricken
crowd flocks toward the rear door, bat the broad
stairway there is under repair and impassable. They
turn and try to escape by the narrow front door,
and there Jack fights desperately to keep order.
Bat the terrorised boys and girls lam the entrance
and Jack is pushed aside. Then Harrison makes his
way through the flames to the piano, and plays
desperately. His march rets the crowd keeping time,
and they march to safety while the flames lick
around the piano. Finally when they are all out.
Harrison gropes bis way to the door, bat bears a
low moan and finds his brother Jack lying Injured
in the path es the flames.
INSTALLMENT IV.
Somehow Harrison got -hto hands under
Jack’s shoulders and started to drag him the
few feet toward the door. But the older boy’s
body wu » dead weight and Harrison, choked
and weakened by the smoke, could hardly
budge him. Bobbing desperately, he put every
ounce of his fading strength into the effort.
Only a few feet more, and they would be
through the raging flames to safety.
And then, with a crash and a shower of
sparks, the framework that had been erected
to hold the curtain an the stage gave way and
fell outward. A bit of burning wood struck
Harriaonls neck and he Jerked his head around,
to utter n gaap of despair. He saw that the
falling wood had completely blocked the nar
row door to the ban.
There was only one chance now—to reach
the door In the rear and try to get down that
demolished stairway. That meant dragging
the burden of his brother the full length of
the room. With a horrible feeling that he
could never make it, he took another grip on
Jack’s shoulders and started the painful
journey.
It seemed to him now that he would lose
consciousness at any moment. Close to the
floor, however, the smoke was not quite so
. thick, and doggedly he made his way, inch by
inch, back through the room, dragging Jack’s
inert body after him. But his strength was
not equal to the demands upon it, and half
way bade he faltered, gave a last desperate tug, ‘
and toppled over beside his brother.
For a second he’ lay there, dimly conscious
that now all was lost. And then there came
pounding at his brain a sound from outside, a
sound that had often before stirred hts senses
to excitement It was the wail of the siren of
a fire engine!
The firemen were here! If he could get Jack
to a window, perhaps they could be rescued that
way. The windows along the side of the hall
were closer than the rear door, and if he once
made them, he would at least be able to
breathe again.
The flames had now spread so that the
whole inside of the room wss ablaze, with
tongues of flru licking up the walls and run
ning along the beams of the ceiling. From
some unknown reservoir of strength, Harrison
found the power to drag himself to his knees
and clutch his brother’s arms again. Slowly,
with his breath coming in agonised gasps and
his teeth biting into his raw, swollen lips, he
battled his way toward the window.
It seemed hours before he reached it, but
finally his hands were on the sill, and with a
last desperate shove he raised the window. The
cool night air flooded in, reviving him for a
moment, and he managed to pull Jack’s head
and shoulders up to the opening. Then, lean
ing over and reeling out, he started to wave
his hands feebly to attract attention.
In the street below an excited crowd was
gathered, watching the firemen, who had Just
arrived. Somebody, gating upward, saw an
open window, and the white face of a boy
through the smoke.
“Look!” he cried. "There’s somebody up
there!"
Other voices took it up. In a moment several
firemen had run fbrward and a ladder was
raised against the wadi. Harrison, with a sob of
relief, oollapsed over the sill as strong hands
reached in to him. But he revived a moment
to gasp, “Ho. take him ftfet. He's hurt" And
he saw Jack's body lifted and carried down the
ladder.
Harrison's earns were deaf to the cheers that
rang out as he was brought down the ladder
on the broad, rubber-coated back of one of the
firemen. Ten minutes later he recovered con
sciousness, to find that he was lying on a couch
in a strange room, in a nearby house to which
they had taken him. Somebody was bathing
his smarting face with a soothing cloth. Every
muscle in his body seemed to ache, and every
breath that he took pained his chest.
He raised his head, glanced at the anxious
faces clustered about him, and found his voice.
“Where's Jack?” he asked anxiously.
“Right over there, Harrison,” replied the
voice of Prof. Marks, with a note in it that
thrilled the boy. “Your brother is all right.
He’s got a twisted leg and a bad bump on the
head, but he'll be all right in no time, thanks
to you.”
With an effort Harrison sat up and looked
toward the figure stretched on a davenport
across the room. At that moment Jack looked
over at him and grinned wryly. Harrison got
to bis feet and crossed the room.
“Fee! all right, Jack?” he asked anxiously.
“Sure,” said Jack. “How are you?”
“All right,” said Harrison, “only I ache. Gosh,
you were heavy!”
Harrison’s brain was still a bit cloudy, and
he couldn't understand why Jack suddenly
seemed to choke, and then turned his face to
the wall. Then the younger boy felt his
brother’s hand come out and clasp his own with
an iron grip. <
He looked around wondering, and now he
saw that the people in the room were regarding
him with something like awe in their faces.
Prof. Marks stepped forward and placed an
arm around his shoulders.
“Harrison," he said gravely, “you did more
than save your brother’s life tonight. Your
music got the audience out of the burning
building and averted what would have been a
horrible tragedy. You saved dozens of lives,
my boy—not Just one. And you're a hero!”
Harrison looked at him unbelievingly.
"Maybe,” he said. "But the music wasn’t any
thing. I can always play. But getting Jack
out was a real Job." Suddenly he paused.
“Say,” he said to Prof. Marks suddenly, “how
bad was the school burned?”
“Pretty badly,” said the principal.
“Gosh!” said Harrison. “Now we’ll got a reah
vacation!” ”
THE END. .
Banking Facts For
Boys and Girls.
By John Y. Beaty ,
Editor The Bankers' Monthly'
“There are still other services which large city
banks perform for banks in smaller towns,” con
tinued Mr. Sears, Harold, who had been learn
ing a great deal about banking, and th? con
nection of one bank with another, listened
closely. “It is not necessary to explain all of
these to you because they do not have so much
to do with customers of the local bank, but
they are of benefit to the bank itself. For
example, some city banks supply their cor
respondent banks Li the smaller towns with
advertisements to to run in the local papers.
Others supply the local banks with bonds
they may sell cr that they may buy for their
own investment. Then, too, when our local
bank wishes to borrow some money, it can
borrow from its correspondent bank in the city.
“There crc times, you know, when there is
a greater need for money here in our town than
usual, and the local bank has no more to lend,
so it borrows what it needs from a city bank
and relends it to its customers.
“There is one more thing that I want to call
your attention to. That is, when our bank
sends a check to New York, it is about four
days before it can get credit for that money
and can make use of it For that reason, it
cannot lend that money for those four days
and does not receive any interest on it. When
you realise tbit a bank may have several
thousand dollars or, in ease of the larger city
banks, two or three million dollars, on the way
between one city and another, you can realise
that not all of the money that fe on deposit
with banks can be loaned by the bank.”
Original Buccaneers.
<<J}OLD BUCCANEER” moans “pirate” to us,
but, like many an honest farmer who
'turned filibuster, this weed once had a v«V
meaning, which it lost entirely after
it turned bandit. .
The word comes from “toucan,” an Indfcrn
name given to a hut in which the flesh of
cattle killed in hunting was cured or smoked.
The word first appeared on the Island of His
paniola, known now as San Domingo and Haiti,
in the West Indies. About 1630 a party of
French colonists settled there and found hunt
ing the most profitable way of making a living.
They ranged all over the island, hunting la
companies of 10 or 13 with dogs. They #ere
peaceful, hard-working people, though wry
rough looking and rude in their manners and
way of living.
The Spaniards, who controlled the island
did not like these hunters. They hunted soqiw
times themselves, but they did it more for
sport, hunting on horseback with long spears,
attacking the cattle much as the modern bull
fighters of Spain do. Before long a great
deal of bitterness grew up between the hunter*
and the Spaniards. There came to be constant
warfare between the fronds of the hunters and
of the rulers of the island.
Finally the Spaniards decided to get rid of
the buccaneers. They issued an order, calling
for the killing of all wild cattle, especially near
the coast, hoping ta starve out the hunters by
this slaughter of their means of living. They
succeeded, but It was a boomerang for .the
Spaniards.
Driven from their woods, the angry hunSggß.
turned from land to sea, calling themsetWT
“soldiers of fortune." They organised and took
refuge on the neighboring Island of Tortuga,
later to become the famous pirate island. The
Spaniards made attacks on them, which the
buccaneers withstood. Then the hunters be
came more bold and began making attacks
themselves, not only on land, but on Incoming
Spanish boats. And that was how the bucca
neers, as we know the word, came to be. -
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