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■ STORIES SPORTS f GAMES r/ me B O YS and GIRLS PAGE 1__I__ CRAFTS JOKES PUZZLES k——— . ■ —1— HOW would you like to have a little log cabin like this in the woods? Wouldn't it "be a dandy place to camp out? THE LOG CABIN. The definitions are: HORIZONTAL. 2. Summit. 4. Fraudulent alteration of writing. 8 Small horse. 9. True, actual. 11. You and I. 12 Utah i Abbr.1. 14. Like. 15. Small house. 18. Night (Abbr.). 19. Secret appointment. VERTICAL. 1. Felled tree. 2. Attempt. 3 By. 4 Woods. 5. Upon. 6. Real estate (Abbr ). 7. Indians of Mexico. 10. Diplomacy. 11. Pale. 13. High explosive. 16 In the year of the reign (Abbr.) 17. Beside. —2— Speaking of camping gives us an idea far our word chains. Change only one letter at a time and always form a real word. Change CAMP to SITE in four moves. Change TENT to POLE in five moves. —3— Fishing is always associated with camping. Each of the words below is a kind of fish, but the letters have become pretty badly tangled up. Can you straighten them out? 1. RUTHSGONE. 2 LACKREEM. 3 MALSON. 4. HUBTAIL. The camping scene below contains a lot of words beginning with the letter T. How many oan you find? Try to get at least 19. —5— la the sentence below the missing words are spelled differently but pronounced the same. What are they? He steered the boat - through the nar row -. ANSWERS. L Cross-word puzzle solution. 2. CAM.7 —came—same—sate—SITE. TEN T—test—pest—post—pose- POLE. 3. Sturgeon, mackerel, salmon I.nd h.-jllb'.it. 4. Tent, tree, thicket, trousers, tiench, twig, table, tape, target, tattooing, teakettle, teacup, teeth, throat, thumb, tie, timber, ti.icup, tools. 5. Straight, strait. Out of Danger Cop—Lady, don’t you know this is a safety Bone? Lady—Of course—that’s why I drove in here. Old Man of the Island A Summer Vacation Mystery “tf ell," admitted the hoy doubt fully, ‘7 guess you'd tail him just a dang." SYNOPSIS. Bob Douglass and Ben Parkinson, spending the Summer at the Parkinson cottage on Lake Paqua. make friends with the Vickers children, who live next door, when Bob rescues their dog after he has fallen out of the Vickers speedboat. Betty. Bob and Madge Vickers take the two boys for a ride in the speedboat, and allow Bob to drive it He runs out past Sampson s Island, a small island ly ing about a mile off shoie. Bob has been impressed by the island s sinister appearance, and Ben tells the others that old Doc Sampson lives there, and that thert is some mystery connected with him. He is suspected of stealing dogs and torturing them, but nobody knows much about him. They see Doc Sampson, a bent old man. walking along the shore of his island, and when Dink the Vickers dog. basins to bark at him he gets wild with excitement and al most rushes into the water Alarmed thev turned the boat and speed away NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY BY W. BOYCE MORGAN. INSTALLMENT III. ARRIVED back at the dock, they dis cussed the strange actions of old Doc Sampson in excited vcices Jack and Madge were inclined to take the matter less seriously than Betty and the two boys. Bob. particularly, was determined that scor.er or later he wou'd find out what the mystery of Sampson's Island was all about. But discussion for that day was ended when they suddcn'y decided to go swimming, and in the days that followed, there seemed to be little time to devote to speculations about the old man and his affairs. Jack and Madge made a number of friends cf their own age among the ether cottagers, and spent most of their time with them. They usually had the speedboat, and with her brother and sister absent. Betty turned more and more to Bob and Ben for companionship. This suited the boys, for Eetty was a good sport, and en joyed fishing and swimming almcst as much as they did. Moreover, Dir.k was at Betty's heels every minute, and the boys were becoming nr he and more fond of the dog. Bob, particularly, was unable .to resist him, and as for Dink, he seemed to have adopted Bob as his particu ar crony after Bob had pulled him out cf the lake. The days were very hot, and they spent most of their time in the water. Bob, however, never quite f01 got his curiosity in regard to Doc Sampson. The old man came to the village only occasionally, but when he did he used a dock just beyond the Vickers’ cottige and on several occasions the boys got distant g'impscs of him there. THEN the weather turned cooler, and there 1 was a go:d deal of rain. One night, while the two boys were sitting before the fire in the living rcom, toasting marshmallows that Mrs. Parkinson had provided, there came a knock at the door. Ben arose and opened it. Outside, shifting uncomfortably from one bare foot to the other, stood a boy of about 14. Ben rec ognized him as Harry, one of the village boys whom he had seen around the general store there “Evenin',” said Harry shyly, hitching up his ragged treusers. which seemed to have nz visible means of support. “Hello,” said Ben in surprise. “Won't ycu come in?” Harry looked longingly at the fire and the marshmallows, but quickly shook his head. "Thanks,” he said, "but I can’t. I'm lookiu’ for my dawg." “Your dog?” said Ben. “Is he lost?" “Yes,” replied Harry. “He's been gone for two days, and I can’t find him nowhere. I thought maybe he might have come down this way, and you might have seen him.” “Why, no, I don’t think we have,” said Ben. “What kind of a dog was he?” “Well,” admitted the boy doubtfully, “I guess you'd call him just a dawg. He was sort of a brown color, had a kind of a long tail, but looked like he might have some Airedale in him. Name is Major. He's a good dog. I hope I find him.” "So do I.” agreed Ben heartily, although he had been forced to hide a smile at the boy's description of his pet. . "If we see him,* we 11 let you know." “Thanks," said the boy. At that moment Bob stepped up with a deliciously toasted marshmallow, all puffy and brewn, and offered it to Harry. With a delighted grin the boy took it. and was gone. "This place seems to be sort of hard on dogs,” said Bob thoughtfully when they had returned to the fire. "They have a habit of disappearing." “I'll bet you are thinking cf old Doc Samp son." accused Ben. "I am," Bob admitted. “I can't get that story about him getting dogs and torturing them out of my mind.” “But that was just a rumor, you know,” Ben pointed out. "And as for this kid's dog. that kind cf a mongrel might wander off anywhere. He was probably Just a stray in the first place.” "Yes, I know,” replied Bob. "But some of those mongrel strays are as faithful as any prize winner, once they get to feel that they are your dog." pY common consent the boys got up a moment later and walked out on the porch. The night was dark and a light mist was falling, but they could see, or thought they could, the dim black shape of Sampson's Island lying out there in the lake. As they stood watching from somewhere there came the mournful howl of a dog. "Golly!” breathed Bob. "Wasn't that weird, coming just when we were thinking about a dog being tortured?" Ben laughed nervously. "I suppose I'm just imagining things.” he said, "but that howl certainly sounded to me as though It came from Sampson's Island." Bob stood silent for a minute. Then he turned to Ben with grim resolution written on his face. "Ben,” he said, "I won't bo satisfied until we see what’s on that island. Let's get up early and steal over there tomorrow morning. If that old man is really some kind of a brute who gets dogs and tortures them, we've got to do something about it.” Ben hesitated for only a second. “I’m with you,” he said. "Birt we’ll have to get up early, because we'd better not take Betty with us. She'll want to go, but I don't think she should, because—well, it might be dangerous. Bob agreed to this, and after further discus sion they went to bed. their plans made for the morrow. But both boys found it difficult to get to sleep. Somehow they could not erase from their minds thoughts of the missing dog, and the memory of the strange old man who had screamtd at them from the shores of Sampson's Island. Morning came, a raw, misty morning, and they awoke early. They were very quiet about their dressing, and about stealing down the stairs, because they wished to awake nobody. In the kitchen they each drank a glass of milk and ate some cookies to stay their hunger until they should get a real breakfast, and then they hurried out on the dock to the out board motor boat riding gently on the mist hung lake. Back Again Boss—What are you doing here? Didn't you read the letter I sent you? Office Boy—Yes, sir, I read it, inside and outslao On the inside it said: “You are fired,” and on the outside it said: "Return in five days.” So here I am. Continued from Thirteenth Page to th? west, the Washington Theater, at C and Eleventh streets, and across the street, on Eleventh street, about at the east entrance to the Post Office Department Building, the first Masonic Hall built In the city. Then an old brickyard about where The Star Office stands, and another one a block to the east: the large basin or inlet on B street between Tenth and Twelfth streets, where vessels coming to the city by way of the canal were tied up to some special merchant’s wharf. Or perchance, just a little later, to glance over toward Twelfth and B streets and see the excursion steamers ready to take a merry party over to Analostan Island or to Arlington Springs. But to read of these things, and then to imagine we see them, is all we can do, for t ine and tide waits for no man. and the laws of nature having to do with the earth’s schedule cannot be reversed or cheeked, even for a second, and the old scenes of Washington, be fore the days of photography, are lost, except in history or through some sketch made at the time and still preserved. It is rather amusing the kind of news items one occasionally runs across in the old news papers. Recently the writer came across one in the National Intelligencer of February 10, 1818. that would equal the resourcefulness of the present-day newspaper reporter. It is an obituary notice on the Rev. Nathan Birdseye, and says: “In Stratford. Conn., on the 28th ult., the Rev. Nathan Birdseye, aged 103 years 3 months and 9 days. The whole number of his descend ants was 258, 206 of whom are now living. He had 12 children, 76 grandchildren, 163 great grandchildren and 7 of th? fifth generation. “Of his 12 children 6 were sons and daughters, a daughter was born next after a son in every instance; 9 of th;m are still living, whose ages added together amount to 582 years, the other three died 47, 65 and 77. He married but once and lived 69 years with his wife, who died at the ag? of 88. It is a singular fact, that of all the branches of this numerous family, not one of them has been reduced to want. Most of them are in prosper ous, and all of them in comfortable circum stances. His funeral was attended by a large concourse of people, among whom were about 100 of his posterity. A solemn and appropriate sermon was delivered on the occasion, by the Rev. Stephen W. Stebbins. from the text: ‘And all the days of Methuselah were nine hundred sixty and nine years, and he died.’ ” As to the age of the venerable decedent, there is every reason to believe that our own Maj. Willard S. Saxton will exceed the 103 years of Rev. Birdseye, for he will reach that age in a few months, and seems to be still going strong. Balloons There are traditional accounts of balloon ascensions in China as early as the 14th century. But during the 18th century the discotery of the fact that hot air is lighter than cold was made, and men began to dream of flying in balloons. In 1776 the dis:overy of hydrogen gas made further experiments possible. Pei haps a soap bubble was the first modern balloon, for in 1782 an Italian named Cavallo filled large soap bubbles with hydrogen ga3 ard found that these bubbles floated longer than ordinary ones. It was Cavallo's experiments that led the Montgolfier brothers of France to the perfec tion of the first balloon to carry passengers into the air. We do not know the names of these first aerial passengers, for they were not people as you might suppose, but a sheep, a cock and a duck, who took a journey of two miles through the skies in the presence of King Louis XVI at Versailles in 1783. Ohio Co-operatives Jf in THE co-operative movement among farmers, of Ohio, both for marketing and purchas ing purposes, places this State on a pedestal for the emulation by others in the interest of farm prosperity. There are more than 350 co-operatives having a total membership of nearly 140,000 and an annual business of $90, 000,000.