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Young Residents of Capital Area Follow Varied Pursuits and Hobbies Young Cowboy Singer Popular Entertainer Edward Nesbitt Presents His Own Compositions on School Programs. By PRANCES LIDE, Junior Page Editor. VISITED Texas once in the summer. Outside of that I'm a local cow I boy,’’ said Edward Nesbitt, 18-year-old senior at Bethesda-Chevy Chase I High School. . * So far as his public Is concerned, however, Edward is as good as the real thing in his role of cowboy singer and song writer. Yes, Edward is a song writer as well as a vocalist, and his own composi-! tions—particularly ft number he calls ••Drifter”—usually are the most popu lar songs on the programs he gives. His interest in Western songs dates ► back about nine years when Edward began listening to cowboy singers over the radio. Soon he had his own guitar and was1 learning to play and sing Western mu sic, though it was not until a year ago that he began to write his own compo sitions and to perform in public, Ed ward declared. J^AST summer, however, he gave three programs on the Saturday afternoon Bam Dance program broad cast from Frederick, Md. Then the Bethesda-Chevy Chase High School be came aware of his talent, and after he had successfully performed on sev eral assembly programs he was asked to take part in the school's ‘‘Speakers' Night.” The facts, added up. seem to indicate that Edward has become a high school hit almost overnight. Edward says that he likes lonesome iongs. And he likes to weave verse and tunes about the sand, and night end the tumbleweed. And drifting. His song, ‘ Drifter,” is the favorite of all of his compositions, not only with his audiences, but with himself, ton. If he ever gets around to taking a itage name he thinks he will choose "The Drifter.” Thus is the way his song, ' Drifter,” begins: "I am only a drifter, just a lonely old drifter. , “I'm sad and lonely and I'm only a drifter. I'm always a-ridin', through the sage brush I'm glidin' Like the tumbleweed, I'll always be a drifter.” There’s something in the lines, too, ' about moonlight and setting suns, and When Edward sings the song It’s with ft lonesome, homesick voice that goes ever very well. * Other compositions include: ''Sand,” “Mem'ries of You.” ‘‘Midnight on the Trail” and "Mine.” EDWARD NESBITT, Cowboy singer. —Star Staff Photo. J-JE DOESN'T write down his music, he explained, and often he doesn’t write down the words to his songs. When he's composing he begins with a word or a phrase that he likes for a i title and then he works out both the music and the words together. He has two ambitions at present— to go into radio work and to go out West to live for a while. He liked Texas, he said, referring to his summer trip. “It's a nice place. One of these i days I'm going back there to live.” And if he doesn't, you can be pretty sure he'll write a song about wanting to go back, anyway. Junior Page Letter Box Five Prize-Winning Letters From Weekly Contest Published. “MY HOBBY.” T2ARBARA BARTLETT, 12, of 1863 Monroe street N.W., has a hobby which requires a great deal of con centration. She tells about It as fol lows: •'Dear Star Readers: "My hobby is a very interesting hobby, which is making cross-word puzzles. I have quite a collection and *m making a book of them. "I am trying to get one for most all the holidays. “Although I have to use the diction ary for some of the definitions of the words, I can get the words in all by myself. "It all started one rainy afternoon when I had nothing to do. I had Just finished working out a cross-word puz ele in The Star paper and I decided to make one of my own. The first one was very hard, much more diffi cult than I had thought. But when 1 had finished I was very proud of it, and since then I have been making a book of them. “I am Inclosing one of my own from my collection which is a little r late for the season, but it will give you an idea of the ones I make up. iEditor's note: The puzzle which Barbara inclosed is an Easter puzzle. We are sorry that we do hot have room to publish it.) “It may sound like work, but it is a very interesting hobby and not very hard to do when you get one com pleted.” ^ * * * * “HOW I MAKE SPENDING MONEY.” ^OT many people can say that ‘ ^ they make spending money by en tering contests, but Golda Breln, 12, of 610 Sheridan street N W„ seems to be unusually lucky. She writes: “Dear Editor: “I have quite an odd way of making , my spending money, but I find it a very nice way for me. "When I was in the third grade 2 wrote a poem that was published Time - v'HE" W/NE- f In the school paper. After that every one urged me to write more, and » since then I have enjoyed writing Jingles, poems and stories very much. As you know, many papers and magazines have contests for chil dren, offering’ a dollar or tome sort of prize for writing the best story or Jingle. I have entered so many contests mother says I spend more for stamps than my prizes pay for, but I go right on entering them. "The most money X ever won was $25. When I was up in Canada two summers ago X entered a contest in ' what my aunt said was one of the best-selling magazines, but all I got was a card saying it would be Judged with the rest, which I thought was Just a nice way of saying it wouldn’t do. We left for home the next week t and I forgot all about it until we received a telegram saying that I had won first prize and they were mailing me the money. Was I sur prised ! “Once Dad brought home a Pitts burgh paper and I entered a contest, mailed it to my cousin who lives there, and he mailed it to the paper. I won first prize. “I have sent in questions to the ■ programs on the radio and finished sentences al'o. I have never won a prize for any of these, but I got an honorable mention. "I write verses for birthday cards and a lady we know gave me a dollar for writing little cards for her party telling ‘what your future holds for you', which she said every one en joyed. I plan to become a nurse, but I am still going to continue writ ing on the side.” * * * * MY MOST EXCITING ADVENTURE. OAUGHT in the path of a hurricane, two years -ago, Beverly Ann Frickar was not injured, but she ex perienced a very thrilling adventure. Beverly Ann, who is 12, now lives at 104 Charlotte avenue, East Riverdale, Lanham, Md. She writes: ‘‘Dear Editor: “I wish to tell you something about my most exciting adventure. It was in January, 1935, and I was living in the Island of Samoa about 5.000 miles from the United States. Well, on January 15 I was in school and it was raining so hard that you could not see 2 feet in front of you. “Then a Samoan messenger came in £.nd said a bus was coming for the children, that a hurricane was coming. "The bus took us home and there I found my mother packing and my father moving the furniture all on one side of the house. Then a whistle blew from the top of the radio tower and ws left for a strong cement house, the strongest house on the island. "Soon after we entered, the hurri cane came upon us. The men brought cots in and ma&e beds by placing four boxes on the floor and placing a mat tress on top of them. We could not use elactric lights as they were too dangerous, so we used kerosene lamps. "The next day about 9 a.m., the calm in the middle of the hurricane came. We all rushed out to see what damage we could. Trees were lying uprooted and coconuts lying around. Houses were floating in the bay and boats thrown up on land. “We stayed there two days and nights with nothing to eat but canned salmon, powdered milk, cheese bread and chocolate bars. When we left to return to our home, we found it all wet on the inside and part of it blown away. "I think that this was the most thrilling adventure I have ever been through.” * * * * MY MOST EXCITING ADVENTURE. AN EXCITING adventure which lacked an element of danger, but which was thrilling just the same is told by Laverne Kleinwachter, 15 of 4411 P street N.W., who writes: "Dear Editor: "Strange as it seems, my most ex citing adventure occurred when I met the Resident’s wife. “Daring Girl Scout Week, 1936, Mrs. A I Fencing Is Popular at McKinley One Girl Is a Member of New Club. By MAXINE GORDON, McKinley High School Student. /"'JLANGING swords and the swift action of the sport of fencing re cently have gained many enthusiasts, among whom are a group of eager fans at McKinley High School. McKinley first was made aware of the popularity of fencing among students when a club was organized last October. Charles Wilding, one of the origi nators of the club, had become fasci nated by the sport last summer and after several of his friends also be came interested they decided to organize McKinley's first fanclng club. Don Alfrerro, instructor at the com munity center at Roosevelt High School, agreed to direct the group in studying the various plays in fencing. Until he offered his assistance the members had been practicing without outside aid. As soon as Don Alfrerro began in structing the club members he dem onstrated the advance, retreat and lunge, fencing terms which show the action and excitement of the sport. Perfection of the lunge requires a great deal of practice. Maj. William E. Barkman, cadet instructor at McKinley, is the faculty adviser. However, the organization is not a cadet club, and offers mem bership to girls, though Barbara Kellogg is the only girl who has joined. At present the club has 24 members and holds weekly practice meetings. Another of the organizers, Max Goldberg, is now the president of the club. Dueling, made famous by the musketeers in the days when knowl edge of swords was not a sport but a necessity, may be said to be the proud ancestor of fencing. Dueling, however, became so popular and its results so disastrous that it was out lawed in many countries. Today, with its precision and thrills, it sur vives in the less dangerous but equally exciting art of fencing. — Letter Box Offers $1 Prizes Weekly ^1 'HE STAR has arranged to pay five $1 prizes each week for five letters published in the Letter Box on the Junior page. Prize-winning | letters, which are selected for their ; general interest to readers, must be; written on one of the five following topics: “My Hobby.” “How I Make Spending Money.” ‘‘My Most Exciting Adventure." “An Interesting Pet.” “How I Spent One Vacation.” Rules for the weekly contest are simple. Here they are: 1. Select your topic from those listed above. 2. Place your name, address, age and school at the beginning of your letter. Also giiie your home telephone number if you have one. 3. Write simply, as if you were writing to a friend or to your family. 4. Write letters as neatly as pos sible. It is better to use only one side of your paper. , Letters should be addressed to the Junior Page Editor, The Sunday Star, Eleventh street and Pennsylvania avenue N. W., Washington, D. C. Because of the time necessary' to make selection of prize-winners’ let ters cannot be published for at least two weeks after they are received at the office of The Star. The editor reserves the right to publish any letters received, whether or not they are awarded a prize. Today's winners are: Barbara Bartlett, 12, of 1863 Monroe street N.W. James Thompson, 11, of Poolesville, Md. Beverly Ann Frickar, 12, of 104 Charlotte avenue. East Riverdale, Lan ham, Md Oolda Brein, 12, of 610 Sheridan street N.W. Laverne Kleinwachter, 15, of 4411 P street N.W. Got Left. piTZJONES—Did you go to the 1 theater last evening, Percy? De Browfr—No; I attended a sleight of-hand performance. Fitzjones—Where ? De Brown—I went to call on Miss Le Smythe, and offered her my hand, but she slighted it. Roosevelt was invited to visit the Girl Scout Little House, and as an offering of appreciation the Scouts decided to give her some rolls which another Scout and I baked for her lunch. “I pulled the short straw which sig nified that I should present them to her. "I was very excited as I prepared my little speech. The moment drew closer and closer and we were very anxious that everything should go off perfectly. "At last, shaking with fear or ex citement, I don’t know which, the rolls had been presented, pictures taken and we were receiving thanks from the First Lady, all so quickly and simply." * * * * “HOW I MAKE SPENDING MONEY.” JAMES THOMPSON of Poolesville, Md., is only 11 years old, but he lias already earned a good bit of spending money by working with his uncle. He tells about his job as fol lows: “Dear Editor: "I would like you to know how I make my spending money. My uncle has a huckster trade in Rockville and Bethesda, Md. Two years ago when I was 9 years old he took me along to stay in his truck to watch his goods. Later he gave me little jobs of delivering. Soon I was doing so well he started paying me a quarter a week. “We gp each Saturday to sell live or dressed poultry, fresh pork sau sage, sugar-cured hams, country but ter and eggs. We now have a bigger trade and it keeps us both busy most all day. He pays me 50 cents a week, which helps- buy a lot of school sup plies and other articles.” Top View of Cave Hut This view is all that a passerby can see of a five-room cave which serves as headquarters for the Underground Club in Brookmont, Md. Peter Bement, president, is shown with a stove pipe “cannon,” ichich more frequently is used as a chimney for an underground fireplace. Eugene Friske, vice president, is peer ing through a porthole. —-Star Staff Photo. Dugout Offers Quarters For Underground Club Commodious Cavelike Home Is Made With Rooms And a Fireplace. AN ORGANIZATION which limits its membership to small-sized boys around the ages of 7 and 9 is attracting considerable interest among youngsters in the neighborhood of Peter Bement of Brookmont, Md. Popularly known as the Underground Club, the society takes Its name from its headquarters, which are located in a cavelike structure built near Peter’s home at 6302 Ridge drive. Because of its shallow depth—the clubhouse is only 3 feet deep—members must necessarily De small enougn not to hit the ceiling when they move around in a half-seated posture from one room to another. Otherwise headquarters are com modious. Each of the two officers in the club has a private room, and there are three other rooms, one of which boasts a fireplace. pETER, who is 7, is president of the club and Eugene Fiske, 8, of 108 Valley road is vice president. Under their supervision the quarters were constructed about two months ago. First an excavation, which covered a space approximately 12 by 16 feet, was made 3 feet deep in the ground and this was covered over with a roof of wooden slats. Part of the lumber for the roof was borrowed from a neighboring builder, and Peter sacri ficed some of the material in his play house for further equipment. When the roof had been firmly installed it was covered over with dirt, so that a careless observer may walk over the club without suspecting that there is a building underneath. •The entrance is a sort of rabbit hole and members must go through this passage by wiggling on their stomachs. Once inside, it is neces sary to remain in a seated posture, but 7 and 8 year olds don't seem to find this inconvenient. Ventilation and a little light are provided by what the members call portholes, which are openings in the roof. pROBABLY the most elaborate fea ture of the club is the fire place. The bottom of a large tin can is used for a grate and a joint of stovepipe thrust upward through the roof is the chimney. This chim ney, incidentally, is often converted into a cannon, when the Underground Club engages in mock warfare, by the simple process of removing it from the fireplace and leaning it over a I | wooden block designed as a cannon , base. Functions of the Underground Club are varied. At times its half-dozen members decide that they are the "Brookmont Black Legion” and op erate with the clubhouse as a hide away. At other times members use it merely as a private retreat where they can spend a quiet hour or so with a book or a newspaper and a few sandwiches to keep away the pangs of hunger. Kay’s Corner By Katherine Houison. FOR MOTHER S DAT. 'J'HE second Sunday in May is Mother's Day, so let’s plan some "Mother’s Day Specials.” Buy her something she wouldn’t buy for herself, wrap it attractively, and place the whole family's gifts in a shallow pan. Cover it with tan crepe paper to look like a pie, and serve it at breakfast with a card saying: "There are pies that make us happy, There are pies that make us sad, But this pie that we're presenting Is just sure to make you glad!” Or suppose you give mother a sur prise tea, inviting her special friends. Get the friends’ boys and girls to help you with a Mother s Day tree. Make a small tree of wire, rover the branches with crepe paper, set it in a large pot, then decorate it with odd shaped colored cards addressed to mother and her guests, telling them to "look in the buffet,” or "behind the radio,” etc., where you’ve hidden your prettily wrapped gifts. Instead of using a tree, you can tie the gifts to the stems of paper flow ers and "bury” them in a pan of bran. Label the flowers so each one can “pick” her own gift. I HISTORIGRAMS ★ By Leslie Hartley 'T'HIS BRONZE STATUE OF 1 SEQUOYAH WAS OKLA HOMA’S FIRST CONTRIBUTION TO STATUARY HALL. BY VIN NIE REAM HOXIE. SCULPTOR, IT WAS UNVEILED IN 1917. 'T'HE Cherokee alphabet was a A gift to his tribe from Sequoyah, son of a full-blooded Cherokee woman and possibly of a German trader who abandoned his mother. Bom in Tennessee about the year 1770, Sequoyah grew to manhood wholly ignorant of the English language, but increasing contact with the whites caused him to be come deeply interested in their ■’talking leaves.” By 1821, after years of study from English text books, Sequoyah had devised an alphabet for the Cherokee Indians which contained 85 characters for the Cherokee language. Up to this time Cherokee had been only a spoken language. In 1828, when his invention was recognised, Sequoyah came to Washington and Congress made an appropriation for his benefit and additional appropriations for the education of his tribe. Early in 1843 he set out to find a band of Cherokees who, accord ing to tradition, had moved west of the Mississippi before the Revo lution, and somewhere in the Southwest, possibly in Mexico, he died. Sequoyah’s English name was George Guess, a corruption of Gist, which he believed was his father's name. The word Sequoyah means “guessed it.” . His alphabet was quickly adopted and was used by missionaries and, in part, in printing a newspaper. The giant sequoia tree was named in his honor. - - -- ■ ■ ■ —.. ■ ■" -.- ' - The ‘Monkey’s Fist’: George Haddock SYNOPSIS. Tom Powell, on hU new lob aboard the tugboat. Gloria H.. shouts a warning to two girls in an outboard, enabling them to avoid being crushed between the tug and the dock. Tom's handling of a heaving lino brings taunting and scornful laughter from Jack, a burly dock hand. Capt. Olsen, skipper of the tug, tells Tom he must Im prove to keep his lob. At the captain’s suggestion Tom decides to live on the Gloria H. day and night, to become familiar with the boat and the dutiet on board. That night, Tom runs Into Jack and two companions, and overhears vague refer ences to “disposal of atuff’ and "shipments on the Prince John." Trying to pass, Tom Is grabbed roughly by Jack, who again sneers at his seamanship, and slaps him roughly on the head. Furious, and with suspicions aroused by what he has heard. Tom consults Capt. Olsen, who advises hihi to keep his eyes open. Later. Tom is visited by the two girls in the outboard. They thank him for his warning, and introduce themselves is Donna Elton and Mary Rog ers. After talking a few minutes, they leave. Tom studies till after midnight. Then while preparing for bed. he looks out the porthole and see some one watching the tug. and a minute later hears a noise on deck. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY. INSTALLMENT III. TOM thought quickly. “There’s no use just hiding down here,” he said to himself. Reach ing under his bunk the boy grabbed his flashlight, and securing a large wrench from under the little stove in the galley he carefully climbed the ladder to ’the deck above. He flung open the hatch cover and turned the beam of the flashlight on the deck. "Who's there?” he called. For a moment there was silence, and then "Hello, below!” came a low voice, and a man with his hands shoved deep in his overcoat pockets stepped from behind the wheelhouse. "Turn your light off, will you?” asked the man, pleasantly. Tom flashed his light briefly over the shadowy figure. “Who are you,” he demanaded, "and what do you want?” The man took his hands from his pockets. ”1 saw a light through your porthole,” he answered, "and thought I’d check up a little.” Tom hesitated. “Are you a cop?" he asked. The visitor chuckled gently. “I’m connected with the police—in a way,” he said. “I’d like to talk with you a minute. May I come below?” Tom switched off his light. "Sure,” he said, slowly, "come on down.” AS THE stranger carefully descend ed the ladder to the cabin Tom quickly looked him over. He saw a lean-faced, clean-shaven man of about 30, dressed in a dark suit and over coat. Reassured, Tom smiled. ‘ Sit down,” he invited. The man looked around. “Where?” he asked. "On the bunk?” Tom laughed. “Yeah,” he said. “There—or on that sofa disguised as a bucket!” Sitting on the bunk, the man looked up. “My name is McDonough," he said, quickly serious- “I’m a special agent for the Federal Government. He looked inquiringly at Tom. “What do you do? Work on this tug?” Tom nodded. "I'm Tom Powell, chief and only deck hand for Cap*. Olsen, the owner and skipper.” “I’m sorry if I startled you,” said McDonough, "but there have been so many strange things going on here on the water front that I decided I'd better investigate the light on this boat.” Tom smiled. “That’s all right,” he said, “I wasn't too scared. Guess there have been a couple of robberies.” McDonough looked serious. “More than robberies, Tom,” he said. “There’s a smuggling ring operating down here.” j Tom whistled. “Smuggling!” he said wonderingly. McDonough smiled faintly. “Yes, smuggling,” he said. “Ship crews bring in contraband, and pass on the stuff, when the ship docks, to their gang on shore. The shore gang dis poses of it, and they split the profits.” “Have you caught any of them yet?” asked Tom. McDonough shook his head. “No,” he answered, “not yet. We think we know how they do it, but we haven't caught them at it. On dark or foggy nights, the ship crews lower the stuff over the side of the, ship to their con federates, waiting below in small boats, and these men cart it away under cover of’the night or the fog." 'T'HE special agent rose. ‘‘I've got to get along. Tom,” he said. "We'll catch them eventually, of course, and in the meantime, you could keep your eyes open. Maybe you can help us.” Later, his visitor gone. Tom lay In his bunk, listening to the lapping of the quiet water against the hull of the tug. "Smugglers,” he said drow sily to himself. "Wonder who they could be.” Abruptly he sat upright in his bunk. "Smugglers!” he repeated. "Jack and those men said something about ‘stuff’ coming in on some ship or other. What ship was it? Oh, yes! The Prince John.” Hastily he recalled the conversation he had overheard. “I can’t prove that Jack is a smuggler,” he said to him self. “but I’d be willing to bet he’s at least that ornery! I’d better have more proof, I gueas, before I accuse him.” He lay down again in his bunk. “I’ll keep my eyes open, like Mr. Mc Donough said,” he muttered. “Maybe I can help.” The next morning, when Tom told about his visitor, and of his own sus picions, Capt. Olsen agreed that he needed more proof before accusing Jack. The work on the tug went on, as before, but the boy observed every thing around the harbor more closely. Tom was rapidly becoming more ex pert, and whenever a job was com pleted, Capt. Olsen would lean out of the wheelhouse, smoke curling from his battered old pipe, and call good naturedly, "That’s the way to do it, Sailor. Pretty soon when you cut yourself, you'll bleed salt water!” Tom would laugh and hitch up his Riddles J-JERE are some riddles from Jane Smith. We want to thank Jane for sending them to us, and we hope some of you other boys and girls will write to the Riddle Man soon. 1. What is wingless and legless yet flies fast? 2. Why can’t a man with long legs travel faster than one with short legs? 3. Who was the straightest man in the Bible? 4. When is donkey spelled with one letter? ANSWERS. 1. The voice. 2. Both can go only one foot at a time. 3. Joseph, because Pharaoh made a ruler out of him. ; 4. When lt'a U. t He crouched hidden behind the rail of the tug. trousers like a sailor in the movie, and shout, "Aye, aye, sir.” J ATE one night, Tom laid aside his studies and came on deck. Fog had shut down on the harbor like a clam my blanket, so thick the boy could barely see the length of the boat. "Guess I’ll turn in,” he thought, as the mournful note of the harbor fog horn sounded faintly through the dense curtain of mist. "It’s too gloomy for anything else.” Suddenly his body tensed. He lis tened, straining to hear. "There it is again,” he whispered to himself. Through the fog came the unmis takable sound of squeaking oarlocks. He stole aft, and peered vainly through the drifting fog. Unexpectedly, he saw the shadowy outline of a large rowboat appear through the gloom. Dropping silent ly to his knees, he crouched hidden behind the rail of the tug, as the boat came toward an open space on the dock, just astern of the Gloria H. Tom carefully raised his head. "Three men in it,” he thought won deringly, “why are they so quiet?” Then he noticed a number of small bundles lying in the bottom of the boat. Tom almost exclaimed aloud, “I’ll bet they’re the smugglers!” AS HE watched, the boat bumped gently against the dock piling, and one man, securing a line, climbed carefully to the dock. A second man quickly began passing up the small bundles to the man on the dock, while the third remained quietly at the oars. And then suddenly the man on the dock dropped a bundle. He managed to block its fall with his foot In time to muffle the sound, but instantly the work stopped. Glancing furtively around, the man at the oars cursed softly. “Watch yourself!” he hissed. Tom muffled a gasp of astonishment. The man at the oars was the power ful dockhand, Jack. To Be Continued Next Week. For the Puzzle Fans WE’RE well started on the baseball season now, so it's time for us to give you a baseball cross-word puzzle Don't fumble it! BATTER UP! The definitions: ACROSS. 1. Members of a National League baseball team. 4. Fruits or vegetables with dressing. 7. Eastern time (abbr.). 8. Substitute (abbr.). 10. Neuter pronoun. 11. Athletic club (abbr.). 12. Period of time. 13. Baseball enthlusiast. 15. Customary course of conduct. 17. A baseball player. 18. Yes (Spanish). 19. Left guard (abbr.). 20. Behold. 22. American League (abbr.). 23. A score in baseball. DOWN. 1. Part of the “battery” in baseball. 2. Urban league (abbr.). 3. The great American sport. 4. Ocean. 5. In the time of. 6. Strikes with a pointed instrument. 9. Stick used in baseball. 10. On the condition that. 14. Pointed metal peg. 16. Part of verb "to be.” 21. Either. 22. Indefinite article. —2— Next, suppose we try a word dia mond. The second line is a girl's name, the third is a slogan, the fifth is an anesthetic and the sixth is a poetic form of over. Can you form the diamond? C A T CATCHER H S E R In the sentence below, the missing words are spelled differently, but pro nounced alike. The pilot steered - for the mouth of the---. Men (Connected mth <2 Baseball Team —5— We finish up our puzzles with some baseball word chains. Change only one letter at a time, and always from a genuine word. Change HIT to RUN in three moves. Change BASE to HOME in four moves. ANSWERS TO LAST WEEK’S PUZZLES. 1. Boy, bandage, bat, ball, base, brick, brush, branch, birds, box, bucket, bench, bush, bottle, belt, bicycle, bough, beret, board, button, boot, bolt, boat, butterfly, bow, bell, blackboard, barn, bark. 2. COOK — cork — core — cone — done — DINE. SOUP — sous — ions — suns — nuns — NUTS. 8. Because Ella was generous she let her brother Teddy have the turkey leg. 4. L-isle. Dam-e. Me (dial. 5. Cro6s-word puzzle solution. 1 I Cuddles and Tuckie By FRANCES ROYSTER WILLIAMS. f THE MONASTERY ^ .WHERE THE / PLONKS UVZ: J' ^ - 1 ’ 1 TN SWITZERLAND where mountains rise. With snow on top. and touch the skies. Some Christian men, called monks, abide Upon a lonely mountain side. They keep tremendous St. Bernards That watch the mountain pass like guards. These famous dogs are trained to go To search for travelers in the snow. kTHt 00*6 1 SHAKE n HIM Wjo *IT ^ HIM WAEH - —- i n They carry food and drink around, And, when a lonely traveler’s found They lead or drag him through the storm To where the monks will keep him ’ warm. Like St. Bernards, I wish our pup Would do great deads when he grows up. But he’s too busy working hard Out chasing oats in our back yard. (Coprxisht, 1888.)