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Show EMERY COUNTY PROGRESS. CASTLE DALE, UTAH Outdoor Court for "Party Cleaning' in Russ;a ' " " THROUGH A . J W)mans Eyes By JEAN NEWTON WITH NOTHING TO DO A WELL known minister the othei day preached a sermon on the need of modern men and women for solitude. "Our mental powers," he said, "express themselves most efficiently In solitude And he cited the work of successful people and creative artists the world over who have accomplished their best work alone, away from people. Do we need solitude ! the question is will we ifaiaiiiiiiw. m& 'THES13 four members of the Russian Judiciary. perched on a bench, are conducting court during the "party cleaning." This Is an Investigation to check up on the farm leaders of the U. S. S. It. who have not conducted themselves as true Communists in their work and general behavior. The defendant Is the man standing. I ter than some folks I know. If I do say As to our nest it was made of leaves and feathers and It was .in a hole in a certain old stump that not a soul knows of but Mrs. Yank Yank and myself. Now Is there anything else you want to know?" it Bedtime Story for Children By THORNTON W. BURGESS , Jyank yank the nuthatch that the colors of his coat did not show at all. You see, Yank Yank was RETURNS doing a most surprising thing, something no other bird can do. lie was walking head first down the trunk of that tree, seemingly quite as much kEBHAPS you can guess how pleased Peter Rabbit was one morning liea, as he hopped over the old stone fell Into the Old Orchard, he heard of an old friend. It was ie voice e voice of Yank Yank, the Nuthatch, id while it was far from being swet ere was in It something of good cheer T. W. Burgew. DoYQI WNU I Berrlc. Know at home and unconcerned In the queer position as If he were right side up. He lifted his head and called a greeting which sounded very much like the repetition of his own name. Then he id contentment At once Peter hur turned and began to climb the tree led in the direction from which It as easily as he had come down. Ime. "Welcome home, Yank Yank!" cried On the trunk of a tree he caught Peter, hurrying up quite out of breath. kht of a gray and black and white Once more Yank Yank turned so that he was head down and his eyes twinkled as he looked down at Peter. "You're mistaken, Peter," said he. "This Isn't home. I've simply come That stilts were used in an down here for the winter. You know cient days for the scaling of home Is where you raise your children, and my honie is in the great woods castle walls. In the upper further north." parts of the Tweed and "Well, anyway, this is a kind of Clyde in Scotland, they are home. It's your winter home," proresorted to for crossing dry-sho- d tested Peter, "and I certainly am glad from one bank to anThe Old Orchard to see you back. other. wouldn't be quite the same without . McClur Newspaper Syndleat. Did you have a pleasant sumyou. WNU Service. mer? And If you please, Yank Yank, tell me where you built your home Sherman's Georgia Headquarters and what it was like." A modern dwelling has been made of "Yes, Mr. Curiosity, I had a very the house In which General Sherman Welcome Home, Yank Yank," Cried pleasant summer," replied Yank Yank. had his headquarters after seizing At"Mrs. Yank Yank and I raised a famPeter. Ga., during the Civil war. lanta, bet lot a Is doing that and ily of six, & about the size tit Dnwn Hia Foodpecker. The top of his head and Farmer Build Chapel gper part of his back were shining Pack while the rest of his back was A tiny stone chapel named St Mary's finish gray. The sides of his head of the Oaks Juts out of the summit of Pd his breast were white. The outer the highest hill on a farm at Cross of his tail were white, with Plains, Wis., as the result of an anfamers swered prayer. Tossing on what he benear their tips. by :m reter didn't need to see how lieved to be his death bed, the farmer would snk Yank was dressed in he recovered he if that vowed order to cognize him. Peter would have construct a shrine out of gratitude. He Dear Mr. Wynn: iown him If he had been so far away made good his promise. Do you believe In equal rights for men and women? I do. Is there anything a man can be that a woman can't be? Truly yours, E. QUALITY. Answer: Yes, there is something a man can be that a woman can't be. That's a "father" to a big family. the one companionship that most people today seem tealously to avoid la their own. It Is one thing to like pleasant company and enjoy the society of our friends. But an honest observer of the modern scene must admit that the ay the average woman clings to company and craves companionship for every bit of leisure time looks almost like a mania to get away from herself. Why? Is It the rush and bustle of this modern age making so many demands on our time? Is it simply disinclination to give up something else to take the time for getting acquainted with ourselves? That would bs an agreeable explanation, but one difficult of acceptance by anyone who has seen that look of consternation on the facea of womeo whom a "broken date" left "high and dry" with themselves. It is not only fron: the viewpoint of work, accomplishment that solitude is a good thing. Every one of us needs a little leisure time alone Just for our growth as a person. As our bodies need time to rest from physical activity to rebuild, so our minds need rest to contemplate, to digest to assimilate, in a way that we cannot when we are preoccupied with things or people. Many a woman who Is hectic about "making a date" for every moment she has free, might find a pleasant surprise In store for her If she tried taking a walk, for instance, with herself. She might find a certain satisfying something that will open up to her a new resource and give her a feeling of new power the next time someone disappoints her and she finds herself with "nothing to do." 6 Bell Syndicate. WND Service. QPLIQGP 1 f s. 1 S ! 0 ft hJ .3 Dear Mr. Wynn: I am a boy nineteen years of age, and intend being a chef. I love to cook. Can you tell me the best way to pre- ft "One nice thing about the telephone," aya jibbering Jane, "Is that it makes o easy that one's conscience lying doesn't bother them." 6. Bell Syndicate. WNU Service. The Perfect Fool because I let her take In washing and support me. She says I'm lazy and calls me a "Hydroplane." I admit everything, but I don't get that Hydroplane. What does she mean by calling me a "Hydroplane?" Yours truly, L M. TIREL. Answer: She simply means "You're no good on earth." C. the Associated Newspaper WITTY KITTY By NINA WILCOX PUTNAM serve peaches? 1.5 Yours truly, F. M. ENIT. Answer: The best way for you to V V r&T"T:i 5 t Li 1 J Sivy. AW &. S IV- -1 S mVL i ffcfll'a ! Dear Mr. Wynn: I have to write a story abont "Nero" for my school examinations. Who was Nero? Wasn't he the fellow who was always so cold? Sincerely, E. QUATOR. Answer: No, my child. Yon are thinkof Zero. He Is a different chap of GRtKona"thorities discovered that the walls supporting the Temple were So they the Ar.rmiio in rinrer of crumbling. be entirely JJJPJI up temporarily until a decision Is reached whether they shall ing entirely. Dear Mr. Wynn: on me My wife la always picking v St J ' ' V - Aunt Martha's Christmas By Alice a Palmer EMORIES of the long ago kept ringing like slelghbella In the ears of dear old Aunt Martha as she aat alone In her favorite window seat by the aide of some geraniums and pondered the fact of Us being Christmas eve. She looked outside beyond the icicles which hung like grim sentinels toward the trees and heavy drifts heaped high by the wayside and she was reminded of the beautiful story of "Snowbound." "But In that horns d . It v I With a spirit of youthfulness beyond ordinary endurance, Aunt Martha dashed kltchenward, every fibre of her being enriched by the Christmas spirit The next moment she was busily engaged in preparatlqn of all the holiday delicacies which she thought these people would like. Soon delicious odors of sizzling doughnuts and soft sour milk cookies,, such as only Aunt Martha could make, were la evidence. When all was completed, together with a pitcher of steaming hot chocolate, Aunt Martha sat down and realized that there were no people to partake of her carefully prepared delicacies. With a start, she realized that shs heard voices, real voices, not visionary ones, but loud wild shouts coming from without She could scarcely see through the blinding snowstorm. Now she actually heard footsteps I "It must be true I" thought Aunt Martha, as she threw open the door. Sure enough there they were, her 1m- -' aginary "Snowbound" people for whom she had been preparing the Yuletlds there had been people people and people, gentle and boisterous voices, everywhere." "This will never do," suddenly spoke Martha Graham, rousing herself and trying to shake off the haunting memories. "I must prepare for a Joyous, Merry Christmas Just as If those people were really here." Aunt Martha. Then followed such a Christmas welcome and greeting as they had never received before. Aunt Martha, their hostess, sat at the bead of the table smiling and beaming, passing her Christmas goodies and pouring out the steaming hot chocolate. She secretly, rejoiced as she accepted the carol singers as an answer to her loving thought of service on Christmas eve. Waiters Newipaper Union, he managed to stammer that Porter had been killed In that war. "But he wasn't killed," Miss Waters Insisted. "He was Just reported killed. He's married to my sister and he's been trying to find you for years. And here you were bringing my mail all the time. I'm going there for Christmas tomorrow. You must go, too, By Florence Harris Wells Peter Mr. Manley. I'll wire them you are coming ;" then she blushed crimson. The little seamstress had allowed her enthusiasm to run away with her ETER MANLEY, the mail for once. But Peter was equal to the carrier, looked at the gay occasion: red letter be was delivering to you In my car, at we aoor or miss waters If "I'd be gladMiss take Waters?" go, you'll Sol apartment two days before And Miss Waters, who really was Christmas. Miss Waters had careful of her pennies, murmured : very requested that Peter leave her mall on the table by her "That would be fine." All the rest of his route Peter kept door. Peter did so. He silently adored saying to himself: the trim, competent little seamstress. "Two brothers married two sisters Peter couldn't help but read what was on letters and this time it was so and they all were together first on and every one that surprising Peter fairly gasped; for Christmas day," there in a plain, capable hand were the met Peter that day was hailed with words, "From P. Manley." This- was such a "Merry Christmas" as Peter an opportunity Peter was quick to had never shouted at them before. , Went era Newepaper Union. seize. He knocked briskly on the door. No response. All was perfectly still wlthia Peter hastily drew an arrow on the envelope pointing to the name and wrote, "This Is my name," and Cheeas Rind for Birds signed it "Your mall carrier." Peter a recent discussion of the best la was hopeful It might lead to c!nser way of feeding birds In the garden, acquaintance; Just how he had not one experimenter put forward the rind exactly figured out of a Stilton cheese as the supreme The next morning Peter ascended the Christmas fare I Birds of many sorts, steps to Miss Waters' apartment, his especially the robin, are greedily fond hands full of Christmas letters and his of it They have a desire for fat and mind and heart eagerly anticipating the cheese provides this in association some thing, though with other virtues. If we feed birds he didn't know what. for the sake of watching them as well But even Peter was as comforting them, the rind. If preserved in more or less unbroken form, unprepared for the door of the aparthas the advantage that It cannot ba ment being flung carried away and attracts five or six open and the little species of bird If no more, London Christmas Introduction A w - preserve peaches Is not to introduce them to any other fellows. Dear Mr. Wynn: My brother and I were painting the house. My roof of our three-stor- y brother fell from the roof and lay in a heap on the ground. I could not get him aroused, so I sent for a doctor. The doctor examined him and then told me my brother was dead. At that moment my brother shouted : "That's a lie. I'm not dead." What do you think of that? Truly yours, ART TIST. Answer: Your brother must have been wrong. The doctor knows better than he does. ...... 'Twas the Joyous carol singers. They bad become lost In the snowstorm and ! were almost frozen. "Come In l Come in 1" cried dear old WNU Service. 1 ;5 feast ED WYNN Bracing Up the Ruins of Greece ' I snow-coate- UESTION BOX f :. vvi It seems to me tolerate It For (tirWi. br Bu traft J The girl chum says she would try "Planned economy" herself If she could only think of a plan and If shs knew anything about economy. WHO Service. seamstress con fronting eagerly him : "Are you Peter Man' Mans scientists believe that In the Manley?" "I'm sure not anyvery remote past man must have had a else," Peter anbody mane on his neck not unlike that In the baboon and ever since has worn swered breathlessly. "Were you In the something around the neck. Essentialwar and did you 8s- ly masculine and associated with powe" er, the collar has been worn by knights have a twin brother, seamstress Porter?" the little quesas a badge and in metallic form by tioned. kings at coronations. "X surs did," Peter was startled, but Spectator. Some A Colorfnl Set of Bowie No modern kitchen la complete without a nest of bowls in a color corresponding to the color scheme' of the kitchen. If you know of a person without this delightful kitchen help, It might be a suggestion for a Christmas or birthday gift |