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\STORIES SPORTS 2 GAMES_] Me B 0 YS and GIRLS PAGE I-, ’CRAFTS JOiCESj PUZZLES j PUZZLES —i— HOW are you at making up rhymes? Tire words in the picture below all rhyme. Can you find them? Isix words That RWYME Suppose we try a couple of word chains, so that we don't forget how to solve them. Re member that you must go from one word to the other, changing only one letter at a time, and always forming a real word. Change EYES to LIDS in four moves. Change EARS to NOSE in six moves. —3— *In the sentence below, each of the missing words is spelled differently but pronounced the lame. As he swarng the axe. perspiration be gan to-from his every-. —4— Curtail a howl and get a dairy product; cur tail again and get a quantity of paper. —5— l CROSS-WORD PUZZLE. The definitions are: HORIZONTAL. 1. Signs, emblems. 8. Proceed. 7. Organ of hearing. 8. Point of the compass (Abbr ). 12. Troop ship. 17. Mirth, gayety. 72. Greek letter. 24. Instrument for washing floors. 26. Beside. 27. Kind of candy. VERTICAL. 1. Therefore. 2. I. 3. Kind of fish. 4. Used with "either." 5. Steamship (Abbr.). 6. Procure. 9. Moist. 10. Egyptian sun god. 11. Perform. 13. Regret, grieve for. 14. Used with "neither." 15. Girls’ nickname. 16. Move swiftly. 17. Silent. 18. Railroad (Abbr ). 19. Heathen image. 20. Printer’s measure. 21. Plaything. 23. Toward the top. 24. Mother. 25. To jumble type. 26. Exist. ANSWERS. 1. Jail, sail, rail. bale, pail and mail. 2. EYES — dyes — dies — lies — LIDS. EARS — bars — bass — boss — loss — lose — NOSE. 3. Pour, pore. 4. S-c-ream. 6. Cross-Word Puzzle Solution. Old Man of the Island A Summer Vacation Mystery Ho began to shout pxcitpdly. BY W. BOYCE MORGAN. The Parkinsons spend their Summers in a cottage on Paqua Lake, and this Summer they invite Boo Douglas, pal of Ben Parkinson, to spend the Sum mer with them. The first day at the lake is spent in opening the cottage, which is next to the last in the row of cottages stretching along the shore from the village Some new people have taken the last cottage, and Bob thinks there must be children in the family because they have a dog. The boys get up early for a swim, see the dog next door, and call to him. but the dog. a fox terrier, is unfriendly, and a firl their own age rebukes them for calling him. After breakfast the boys are out in their outboard motor boat, while the girl next door, with her older brother and sister, dashes up and down the shore in an expensive speedboat. Just after this boat pas.->e* the boys, the dog falls in. but the boat speeds on because the young girl s frantic cries are drowned by the noise of the motor. INSTALLMENT II. AS soon as he saw what had happened Bob leaped Into action, tfe was wearing only a pair of white duck sailor pants over his bathing suit, and it was but the work of a mo ment to slip them off and to kick off his shoes. Then, as Ben turned the boat and headed for the struggling dog, Bob dived into the water. A few strokes took him close to the dog, which was pluckily swimming about, but seem ingly unaware of which direction would take him toward the shore. Also, Bob could see that he was tiring rapidly. “Not used to water, that dog,” thought Bob to himself. “Probably is kept in the house all Winter, and is soft. Now, if that was Rex, he'd be ashore in no time.” Remembering the dog's unfriendly attitude. Bob approached him warily, meanwhile speak ing to him in a soothing voice. The dog evi dently realized that rescue was at hand, for he now paddled to Bob. and allowed Bob to grasp the loose skin at the back of his neck. “There you are. old boy,” said Bob. “You're all right now. But don't try to crawl all over me that way.” Bob swam slowly toward the boat, which Ben was maneuvering alongside him. Ben reached down and pulled the dog into the boat, then helped Bob to scramble up. Then he headed the craft toward shore. “Aren't you the hero, though!” said Ben to Bob with a friendly grin. “You'll get the Carnegie medal for this.” “Yeah,” said Bob sarcastically. “That snooty girl will probably bawl me out for getting her dog wet." “She finally made the others hear,” said Ben. “They are coming back now." THE boys reached their dock at the same moment that the speedboat drew up next door. Immediately the young girl scrambled out, and she came running breathlessly to where Bob was lifting the dog out of the boat. Her face was pale with fright. “Dink!” she cried, catching the fox terrier up in her arms and hugging him. “Oh, I thought you were dead!” Bob felt uncomfortable. He had a dog of his own and knew just how the girl felt, but he hated to witness her emotion. His embar rassment was increased a hundredfold when she turned to him. “Oh, thank you!” she cried, trying to make her voice steady. “Thank you a thousand times for saving Dink!” “Aw, that’s all right,” said Bob gruffly, while a grinning Ben looked on. “He wouldn’t have drowned. Dogs are good swimmers, you know.” But the girl was not to be persuaded that Bob wasn’t a hero. In a moment she had told them that her name was Betty Vickers, and she had apologized humbly for the way she had acted earlier that morning. Then the older boy and girl came up, introduced them selves as Jack and Madge Vickers, and added their thanks to those of their younger -sister. FINALLY Dink, having been released at last from Betty’s arms, trotted over to Bob, sat down, and raised one paw to shake hands. Whoops of joy were the boys’ answer to this Invitation. They tied up the outboard and fol lowed their new friends to the Vickers dock. Jack. Bob and Ben got into the front seat, while the two girls climbed into the rear. With the motor started. Jack let Bob take the wheel and showed him how to engage the clutch. •’Running her is a cinch,” he explained. ‘‘Just about like driving a car.” Thrilled, Bob followed directions, and pointed the nose of the fast little boat out into the lake. Soon they were roaring toward Samp sons Island. •’That's a funny little island,” said Bob, speaking above the roar of the motor. "It looks as though it might have been a hiding place for pirates or smugglers or something.” "I guess there were never many pirates or smugglers on this little lake,” scoffed Jack Vickers. m THERE is something funny about that I island, though.” said Ben seriously. ‘‘This old Doc Sampson that lives out there is sort of queer, and everybody around here is rather scared of him.” -‘‘What’s he like?” demanded Bob, ever alert for a mystery. ‘‘I don’t know much about him,” admitted Ben. ‘T've only seen him once or twice. But once last Summer, some people in one of the cottages had a dog that got sick. The only veterinarian around here was away, so they decided to take the dog over to Doc Sampson. "Well, I don’t know just what happened, but I guess the old man acted awfully queer. The rumor got around that he gets dogs over there on his land and cuts them up or tortures them, or something. A dog disappeared last Summer, and people who have passed the island at night say they have heard dogs howling as though they were being hurt.” Bob's face was hard. “The old brute!” he said angrily. “Anybody that would hurt a dog isn't worth living.” They were quite close to the island now. and Bob slowed the boat down as they skirted the shore. They passed a little clearing, and Ben uttered a cry. “There's the old man now!” he pointed out, Indicating a stooped figure hobbling along the shore. "Isn't he strange looking?” THE others saw a bent old man, whose hair and beard were shaggy and whose clothes hung loosely from his thin shoulders. Suddenly he noticed the boat, and at that moment Dink leaped to the deck and began to bark. Immediately a strange transformation came over the old man. He straightened up. He began to shout excitedly and wave his arms. Pointing to the dog, he rushed down to the very water’s edge, then began to yell unintel ligible things in even wilder excitement. The girls in the rear seat uttered cries of alarm, and Betty pulled Dink back into her lap. “Golly!” exclaimed Bob in an awed voice. “He is a funny one. Let’s get out of here!” (To be continued next Sunday.) A Good Formula One writer of adventure stories once gave the following directions for his kind of writing: “Get your hero up a tree quickly at the start. Then throw rocks at him. Get him into worse and worse difficulties. Finally, have him solve all the difficulties by one masterful stroke. Then finish in a hurry.” The rocks and difficulties are the rising ac tion. The masterful stroke is the climax, “punishing in a hurry” is the conclusion. RIDDLES % We'll guarantee the riddles we have this week to entertain and amuse you, but they'll make you wrinkle your brow, too, as you try to puzzle out the right answers. 1. How many sticks go into the building of a crow’s nest?—Esther Gottsman. 2. What travels on its head?—Henry C. Rlchart. 3. Who are the most wicked people in the world, and why?—Bobbie Carroll. 4. Spell mouse trap with three letters.— Bryan Turner, jr. 5. What is it you don't have, you don't want, but if you did have you wouldn't sell for a million dollars?—Dale Sensenig. ANSWERS. 1. None, they are all carried. 2. A tack in a shoe. 3. Pen makers, because they make people steel (steal! pens and tell them they do write (right). 4. C-a-t. 5. A bald head. Humbug JAMES II of England was responsible for an issue of coin from the Dublin Mint, the worthlessness of which was never equaled in Ireland's history. It was composed of any thing on which he could lay his hands, such as lead, pewter, copper and brass. So low was its real value that 20 shillings of it were worth only two pence sterling. The soft mixed metal used in the coin was known among the Irish as uim-bog (pro nounced oom-bug), that is. soft copper or worthless money. In the course of business dealings, the modern use of the word “hum bug" had its origin, as in the phrases, “That's a piece of uim-bog,” or “Don't think to pass off your uim-bog on me.” Hence the word “humbug” came to be ap plied to anything that has a good appearance but which is in reality of little value. “As Rich as Croesus” The expression, “As rich as Croesus,” some times used in referring to any one of vast wealth, had its origin in the great riches of Croesus, King of Lydia, who ascended the throne about 562 B.C. Croesus is the richest man mentioned in ancient history. His landed estate was valued at more than $8,000,000. His kingdom furnished great natural re sources. Quantities of gold were found in the sand of the river Pactolus. and Croesus owned mines near Pergamus. His people were gener ally industrious, and they were, in all proba bility, the first to establish a system of retail trade. Croesus was also a great conqueror and at one time ruled over 13 nations. He was fond of entertaining and was exceedingly proud of his great wealth. When he asked Solon, the Greek law-giver, who he thought was the hap piest man in the world, he was greatly puzzled when Solon replied, “The man whom heaven smiles upon to the last." Croesus remembered this saying when his land was captured and he himself was threat ened with death. Well Wrapped They were moving to another house, when suddenly Mrs. Thompson wondered where little Eric was. She hadn't seen him for half an hour. “Have you seen my little Eric?” she asked one of the movers. “No, mum,” replied the man. “I ain't seen 'im since we rolled the carpet up.” Farm Falues Drop FARM land, which was sold at a great pre mium during and just following the World War, has dropped now to the extent that all the gains from war inflation have been wiped out and in addition the decline in values has continued to a point where the average is now only 89 per cent of the pre-war index. In particular the East North Central States have been hard hit, the average price being about 73 per cent of pre-war. The New Eng land and Pacific States maintain values slight ly in excess of the earlier figure, but all other sections show a decline. The average price In 1920, the peak year, was 170 per cent of the pre-war record.