Evening star. [volume], November 18, 1938, Page D-10, Image 62

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THEWORLDAT ITS WORST—ByGluyos Williams
WITH A SEAT ON THE SO-YARD LINE IN YOUR POCKET, THE
BOSS, WITH SEATS BEHIND THE GOAL POSTS, CONFERS
ON YOU THE HONOR OF ACCOMPANYING HIM TO THE
big Game, and no getting cut of it
fl-rt . (Capp-iglu. 1S33 >r Th> B«ll Iw ) IAHUIWBS j
TOONERVILLE FOLKS —By Fontaine Fox
The wimmin folk have thought up a scheme to make the
Skipper stop shooting at game from the front platform
p bT PonUiM foil
CROSS WORD PUZZLE
HORIZONTAL.
1. Lace frill. 18. Owed as a ; 35. Guido's high 52. Seed con
6. More un- debt. note. tainer.
usual. 20. One who 36. River. 55. Guido's low
11. Roundabout rouses game 38. Norse god. note,
way. (pi.). 39. Favorite. I 56. Fear.
12. Exfited. 23. Japanese ' 41. Disagreed. i 57. Crane arm.
14 Exclamation. measure. 44. Ethiopian 59. Six.
15. Constellation. 25, One. title. 60. Bank official.
16. To winnow. 26. Man's name. 46. Note of scale. 62. Hardened.
17. Symbol for 27. Contrived. 47. Babylonian 64. Pet name,
tellurium. ! 32. Not many. god. 65. Surgical
i 34. Aloft. 48. Annulled. 1 bristle.
VERTICAL.
1. Furious lO.To bring , 29. Poetic: 48 To reduce,
driver. back. Old time. 49. Pitcher.
2. By. 11. Colloquial: 30. Banter. 50. Shield.
3. Serpent. Father. 31. Mold. 51. To eat.
4. Possessive j 13. French: Of 33. Married. 1 53. Baking place,
pronoun. the. i 37. Number. . 54. Acted.
5. Pitfall. 19. Sea bird. 40. Light brown. 58. Conjunction.
6. Purifiers. 21. Rodent. i 42. Sodium 61. French
7. Wolf hound. 22. Fay. j chloride. article.
8. Stove. 24. Dessert. 1 43. Spigot. 63. Artificial
9. Latin con- 27. Vessel. i 45. Italian opera i language,
junction. ! 28. Ran. house. 1
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LETTER-OUT
. n/-,, . /r. pn Lattar-Out and ha oullad to snore. ,
J rUWUhK ]
2 LEASING Lattar-Out and find a mate. 2
3 1 n n ina Latter-Out for stubborn beasts. _
LEMURS 3
^ JACK.LCS Lettar-Out for a medieval home. ^
5__ _ _ i Lattar-Out for an important part _
THICKENS j of any house- 5
Remove one letter from each word and rearrange to spell the word
called for in the last column. Print the letter in center column opposite
the word you have removed it from. If you have “Lettered-Out" correctly
they are havens in cities.
Answer to Yesterday's LETTER-OUT.
Letter-Out
(Mi THRUMS-HURTS (he injures).
(At ARRANGE-RANGER (a warden).
(Ni PEPSIN-PIPES (water carriers).
Cli DENIES-NEEDS (try to fulfill them).
(A) PASTTJRED-SPURTED (leaped ahead)
(Copyright, 1938.)
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Bedtime Stories
By THORNTON W. BURGESS.
What to do? That was the ques
tion—what to do? Peter Rabbit felt
that he would be willing to give
much to know the answer. Should
he start for home, lipperty-lipperty
lip, as fast as he could? Should
he keep perfectly still? Should he
tiptoe away and try to find a hid
ing place near? Which would be
the wisest and best thing to do?
Peter tried to think it out, all the
time keeping his eyes fixed on that
moving shadow where the moon
light lay on the shore of the pond of
Paddy the Beaver. If only he knew
CHARLIE CHAN
(Follow Charlie Chan in the Colored Comic Section Every Sunday.) —By Alfred Andriolfl
ri am sorry tather and i i
CAUSED YOU SO MUCH TROUBLE,
INSPECTOR, BUT I AM <5lAD \T.
WAS NOTHING SERIOUS jra
W AETER All/ vir»vj3
the post mark shows "Father
is Somewhere in London/
it WAS LIKE HIM To CO OFF '
THIS WAV/ THANK YOU SO .
v_- MUCH/ MR. CHAN / ./
'Suggest you leave letter with me
AMD PO NOT GO TO AUNT YET/ ^
PERHAPS MICHAEL WOULD LIKE TO
TAKE YOU TO CINEMA, AND WHEN YOU
RETURN, THREE Of US CAN HAVE >
DINNER TOGETHER — If MAY \
'T INTRUDE SELf ON SCENE / )
(For two hours chan
carefully stupes the
NOTE TROM CHARI 106...
^JT KEENA AND MICHAEL/^PATERNAL PARENT 1
"Find him waiting Tar ( is aio5t clever i
THEM WHEN THEY ARRlVE> MAN/ HAVE
TOR DINNER... [ DECIPHERED LETTER |
TP! Ck WHICH HE SENT YOU.']
I : "f-y LOOK/ZJ
MOON MULLINS—Who's the Poor Fish Now?
(Follow Moon Mullins in the Colored Comic Section every Sunday) —By Willard
EMMY'S
WHAT?
playing POKER \/\
WITH THOSE SHARKS/ Y 0EE'
SHE SAID SHE WAS I THINK
GOING TO LEARN HOW SHE'D W
TO PLAY TO NIGHT AND TO STING
THEN BEAT THEM AT A BUMBLE
\THEIR own oame. K bee.
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HO-HUM - WELUFOLKS, / MOW .
t THINK l HAD BETTER /
BE GOING TO BED AND / ^HAT^pJuI^aov
LEA6A,*PLAY 1 Pu3sH&MA°Y
^ JJ l thirteen hundred
_ .-\72. _A dollars. .
MY.' MY.' '->
THAT WOULD BE
TERRIBLE IF WE WASN'T
JEST PLAYING FOR FUN.
pRfr. L. S. Pat Off :
|ropjn*ht. DM, by Chif»«o Tnba»«-N. T. Ntn Srn«l«<«.
TARZAN AND THE FORBIDDEN CITY
(Follow Tartan in the Colored Comic Section every Sunday)
—By Edgar Rice Burroughs
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• » |.r F •• F ■ ' -I' • lr ^ r W*~
VXlThp” >EATUBE ’ SYNDICATE*" ir.^J^
Up and up. through the waters of Horus. Helen
was dragged bv the ghostly figure, until at last
they came to the surface on a rocky precipit
ous shore. Here the creature pulled its prisoner
into a dark cavern, a dc-n of horror to the
girl . . .
. . . Meanwhile, Tarzan anri his companions
fought furiously, anri successfully, against the
hordes of savage ptomes. One bv one the gro
tesque denizens of the temple died under the
terrific onslaught of Brian. Herkuf. Lavac and
the mighty jungle lord.
Herkuf leaped to the dais and drove his tridetv
through the heart of Brulor, high priest of
Athair. “Die. imposter!" he rried: “for years I
have lived for this moment. Though I die now.
I shall die happy. The true god has been
avenged!"
Ywin J-iiuior dead, the few remaining ptomes
were seized with panic. Tarzan and his friends
started toward the air chamber to escape. At
that moment, the fierce warriors of Athair
charged into the room, with spears leveled to
thrust!
OAKY DOAKS—One for All and All for One
Trari'-inark a n X) 1 1 « rt
F^r U S Fatin’ O^cp
OAKY, I ^
WON'T GO j
ANOTHER J
ALL RIGHT, YOU
I WAIT THERE
(WH00*00-0-00/
T WAIT ,
1 OAKY/
I-1 GUESS i'd better
GO ALONG TO LOOK
AFTER ^
YOU AND )\ \
NELLIEj' \ fl i :
v: R , Rr,. r\,
THE
MOGUS
LIVES
HERE
AND
THE
MOGUS
DOESN4!
LIKE
COMPANY/
11-18
DAN DUNN—Secret Operative 48
<Follow Dan Dunn m the Colored. Comic Section every Sunday)
—By Norman Marsh
G&NP
GATHERER
IN A HOUSE
ON THE
OUTSKIRTS
OF THE
CITV THE
PROFESSOR
ANP FALLON
AWAIT THE
ARRIVAL
OF MONA
SHE OUGHT TO GET
HERE SOON--BUT SHE'LL ) YEAH,
MAKE SURE ElRST THAT 7pROFESSOR
SHE ISN'T _- BUT WITH
EOLLOWEP , f{ THE CROWN JEWELS
_ eallom!! )\ ON US I'M GETTING
L —l NERVOUS//
THESES A>
KNOCK ON
THE POORT
THACT MUST
BE MONAs!
j MAKE SURE
I BEFORE YOU
/let her IN j
professor"
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he*, r. S Pa:, off; P^Py i .
l»y P:i t»H.nhel a S> 11J i ■ ate __J
^OcK
1^ J '
Meantime,
BOX'S.
A/VP H/S
CXON/ES
LEAVE PAN
/N THE
ROOM
1/ZHlLE THEY
HOLP A
CONSULTATION'
I've got to figure out '
A GOOP STORY--IF I TELL
THEM I’M A PETECTIVE
THEY'LL KILL ME-THEY WANT
THOSE JEWELS THEMSELVES
— ANP IN THE MEANTIME
MONA ANP HER GANG ARE
^_-r, GETTING AWAY—
MUTT AND JEFF— No Doubt Jeff Believes in Going Right to the Heart of Things
—By Bud Fisher
sAV, Doe, LOAN
me ycuR blood
pressure
APPARATUS! /
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Onat MnUm l«tti tawrata
tata Mark N Ulh» 0O«
{ WHY?
I IS ME |
k!c«ZJ
^rtEOWHS THE SAME^
/ STOCK I DO AND SINCE
X CANT SEE THE TICKER
' x WANNA *ATCrt HlS
I BLOOP PRESSURE TO.SEE
l ,p *y STOCK «S 6OIN6
/v~\UP OR C>0*N! jrr'.
BV HoeTEMSE DEBRIS
DEAR HtSS Dmas:
MV UAEE IS A
BEAmFu4.Oei.BJT
SASAASDOCtOFEO
A UCey BADMA0T.
SHE BITES HER
FRASER HAAS ALL
DAVLOM6
AMUTCArtl Do? .
©TTo MAT1C
— •
bear mr. mat»«:
TO KEEP HER HUH
STARVIM6 TO DEATH
FEE© HER HEARTUV
AT MI6MT.
MORTEMS*
who made that shadow! It might
be Reddy or Granny Fox. It might
be Old Man Coyote. If it was
either of these. Peter felt quite equal
to taking care of himself. He was
so used to them that he knew just
what to do to fool them and find
safety. But it might be Yowler the
Bobcat, own cousin to Tufty the
Lynx, and very much like him. If it
was—well, Peter shivered at the very
thought. Worse still, he had a feel
ing that this was just who it was
stealing along over there.
You see. Peter never had met with
Yowler and all ha knew about him
and his ways was what he had heard.
But this was enough to make him
very uncertain as to what he should
do. He didn't know how fast Yowler
could run or how far he could jump
He didn’t know anything about
Yowler's way of hunting. And all
the time he had a feeling, a most
fearsome feeling, that the maker
of that shadow was Yowler.
After awhile the shadow disap
peared. Whoever had made that
shadow had slipped back where the
moonlight could not reach him and
so make a shadow. Probably he
waa stealing soft-footed straight
toward him through the bushes.
Peter felt that he must run, run
with all his might. He couldn’t sit
still any longer. Then something
popped into his head—the memory
of a certain hole under an old stump
not far away. It was a hole in which
he had hidden more than once be
fore. Two thick old roofs protected
the entrance. No one could dig him
out once he was safely inside.
"That's the place for me.” thought
Peter. "I can stay there the rest of
the night and go back home to the
dear Old Brier Patch by daylight.
Somehow I feel that it will be aafer
for me in the daytime. I have an
idea that Yowler hunts at night
mostly. I wonder if it really was
he who made that shadow.
Very carefully Peter stole away.
He didn't rustle a leaf. i He didn’t
move a single twig. He \tant slowly
—so as not to. All the time he had
a feeling that back in the darkness
some one else was moving just as
silently and a great deal faster. He
wanted to run. but he didn't da're
to. At last the old stump w-ith the
hole under it was only a little way j
ahead. Petpr could see it plainly.
A few jump* would take him there. I
Between him and the hole lay a little
patch of moonlight. Across it Peter
sped as fast as ever he could, lip
perty-lipperty-lip. He just couldn't
stand it another minute to move as
siowly as he had been doing.
Across the silvery patch of moon
light sped Peter and head first in
at the welcome hole under the old
stump. And even as he did so he
caught a backward glimpse of a
dark form leaping lightly out into
the moonlight. A horrid scream
rang in his cars, a scream that made
him turn cold with fear. Down to
the very end of that hole he crawled
and there he lay and panted.
“I'm glad I came here.'' he sobbed
"I'm glad I didn't try to go homt
tonight. That must have beer.
Yowier and he would have caughi
me. I guess I did the wise thing.”
He did. For once Peter, who sc
often does foolish things, did th»
wise thing.
(Copyright. 1988.)
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