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Show , GAMES A ''3 AND PUZZLES THE SACRED RUBY OF THE IKKANS Ihe Jurkey mi 'the Singing Potato By JACK GIHON Author of The Head Hunters of San Bias, Tb sehooBer-y'h- civil Narnyt on Jimmie, t on hl Etc. way to Colon with James Bryson, and the latiers pal, Hob Kanaom, had-bee- n- - r. of Fire that But still the potato kept on with its song, The day for the feast came, and. Simpson, the and it carrolled and rollicked along; cobbler, Any more than a pine tree can go for a walk; Cried the turkey: Young fellow. Ill boil you Came out with bis axe to behead Mr. (gobbler. to chowder, There are some who deny a potato can sing, When all of a sudden he cried, Can you beat it, But that kind of people dont know anything. But that only made the potato sing louder. The turkey has gotten so thin we cant eat it! made long The turkey was fat, and the turkey was sleek, There are turkeys I know of For the gobbler was nothing but feathers and Remember, the fellow, in less than a week, orations, Was scheduled to lie on a plate, upside down, Who argued on statutes and law limitations bone, Potatoes that sang like the great Jennie Lind, Beside the potato, both tender arfd brown. Tb really surprising how thin he had grown, (Though I hardly believe thy can do it when His face. For both the potato, the blustering gobbler, And Simpson, with sympathy writ on skinned). and muttered, Ob me, what a case, Belonged to a man known as Simpson, a cob- Sighed what a easel But that is not here, and tis surely not there, bler, A maker. of footwear. for mao. and for beast...... In facLJo.be truthful,.! cannot say where Youll find broods ' of turkeys who knowingly Who planned for an elegant Thanksgiving The singing potato was dumped in the pot, ""feast. While the turkey'," so thin and" so pitiful, "got speakL Or tender potatoes to utter a squeak. The treatment that usually goes to a king, It was thus that the turkey', at sun-u- p each And then, so they tell me, twas his turn to morn, Though really, I do know of one turkey gobbler, sing. A big fellow, blustering, known as a squab- - Was fattened with plentiful helpings of corn, ' " bier; ' But tlit simple potato, 'that sang loud and They sat down to dinner, Jhe family,, the gob.. .sweet, For thirty, day past he was fed up. on corn bler, A Thanksgiving table they planned hed adorn. Got nothing no, nothing whatever to eatl While up at the head of the table the cobbler Right next to his bin, in a tightly locked larder, And the fat turkey gobbler continued to fling Gave thanks for the meal they were planning A mealy potato would sing with great ardor Yet the mealy potato continued to sing, to eat, A song of the field, or a song of the plow, Harsh words about singing potatoes that keep Gave thanks for the years every blessing and Or a song of the maple trees shimmering A fattening turkey from getting his sleep. treat. bough. It worried the turkey much more than you Then the food was brought on, till the" table It sang till the turkey could stand it no longer. know, was bent, And drowned out the song with his own voice, He sputtered and fumed why, it worried him And every one harbored the finest content, much stronger; so his voice was a That his raging and ranting passed out of all The turkey, now grinning, without further wait-bounds, fright, he yelled with all And promptly the turkey fell off twenty Said, Thank you for favors, and ate the are some 'THERE A cant talk people say a turkey It trilled - .... e, 0, e, might. had made his home when his ship was in port at the island, but that, He father forbade. Jimmies agreed, however, that they should be allowed to make an excursion the next morning, and accordingly, armed with picks and shovels, the -- two boys prepared for their journey shortly after sunup. 'THE cliffs that fronted Kirk-bridIsland were lofty, but reaching shore, Jimmie and Bob found a narrow path going up the incline. At their right, fronting on the natural beach, was the little village of the natives; a few mud and thatched houses clustering around a larger building that seemed to be a church. The boys encircled the village, for they did not wish to be noticed n - any more than necessary, and the climb toward the top of he-ga- the cliffs. The hillside wa9 studded with rich tropic trees and there was heavy underbrush, but the path the boys chose was well worn and they had little difficulty. They had received explicit diree tions from the native, the night before, for reaching the hut where the pirate had made his home. The hut overlooked the sea, the Indian had told them, and stood at the top of the cliff, surrounded by trees, and in a commandoeering position against any who might attempt to attack it. I wonder if were going to find gold up there, Jimmie panted as they continued their climb, "Im sure of it, Bob answered enthusiastically. If there was "Well, I'm not. gold up there, that Indian Wouldn't have been so willing to tell us the wdy. Maybe he thought we had some Boh. inside information, sugge.-ie- d Maybe he figured that wed mme here for just that purpose, and that he'd let us find out where the , gold was, and then take it from us This thought ran through the 'minds of both as they climbed higher and higher. The path was steeper now, and burdened down were, it took all their strength and wind to climb,, so there wa litth further talking. - pounds! They had now reached a small clearing in front of the structure. Nop they saw that the house was solidlybuilt; -- there were thick shutters on each of the windows and a heavy door of roughly hewn These! timber. But now the door sagged, Intelligence measured! See how and the and yawned half-opemany of the questions you can an' steps that went up to it were swer, and you wall find out either broken down. how much or how little you know. It looks like a hunter's camp Some of the last ones are rather instead of a pirates den, Jimmie hard, so you can thinnk yourself suggested. pretty smart if you can answer "And it doesnt look like theres them. 1. What are the two largest cit-- J any gold around here now, either, said Bob, ruefully. ies in the world? 2. On what day and year was If there is. said Jimmie, well The question isL where the armistice concluding the Great find it. War ? shall we start digging. were commonly known "Lets explore the house, first, as 3. What the five senses? Bob suggested. Baybe we'll find 4. What is organdie? a clue. Accordingly, throwing 5. What was the decisive battle their tools from their backs, the ? boys clambered into the house, and in 6.the Napoleonic wars In Which of Shakespeares stood surveying the dismal scene before them. It consisted of one plays do the three witches appear? 7. What is an amoeba? large room; at one end there was a 8. How did heraldry come to be fireplace, and at the other, two tiers of bunks had been built. Save for used ? Answers a tab!, hand fashioned out of logs, 1. New York City, New York, there was no furniture in the room. Jimmie was much interested in and London. England. 2. November 11, 1918. the fireplace. It was made of rocks 3. Sight, sound, taste, smell, of odd sizes, over which a covering of moss had grown with the pass- - j touch. 4. A kind of fine, thin muslin. He built a good ing of years. 5. Battle of Waterloo. solid fireplace, all right, said 3. Macbeth. Jimmie, and to accentuate his re7. One of the simplest animals; mark, gave one of the lower rocks a kick with his boot. Instead of a small mass of protoplasm withotrtr the resistance he expect. ', how- a cell wall. 8. When warriors of the middle ever, he was surprised when the rock gave way, and moved a trifle. ages began to wear heavy armor to wear coats of Thats funny, he said. Those theF ?ere rocks have been there too long to tarnls ln order to be recognized, move that easily. It's a cache, cried Bob, "cant you f e that! M:the hes left a map of where the treasure is hidden in there! With feverish activity, they pulled the rock from its position, while Jimmie felt inside the hole IBs hand came m contact with a quaie object, aid taking it from u hiding place, found it to be a potato I Minimi Answer All i n, tn cd I ir Whats the Matter ? )i:-- i -- ! h d a hfle rooiter, I sat him on e- feiu r, He i rowed F reach I.uk! Because he had good sense! French Lick High School, Frenib Lick, Indiana. - Maraa1 .Harm! .Marack! I noray for Ihe orange Hooray jvT rtw Harki 71 ho, r i ho, who are we f fast Side High School, Milwaukee! Fast Side High School, is Milwaukee, Whos gonna H'lio's-gonn- a Whos gonna Were gonna Were gonna Were gonna win, win now ? win, win. HE WAS win, win, "You looked foolish the night you how f win, win, roposed to me, reminisced Mrs. F.asx! Ipatt. Gazella, gacella, gac'lla, gacay! "I could never deceive you, could husband agreed Hof out, get out get out H the way! I, darling Rcbeh, nboh, sis, boom, bah! GET OUT Dcches, Doches, rah! rah! rah! What is the opposite Teacher: Nacogdoches High School, of woe? Nacogdoches, Texas. Student: Giddap. -- BONES By DOROTHY DUNSING TJONES was lonesome. He was J stray dog; not cold, not starved, but just lonesome. Any stray dog with sense and energy can find enough to eat in the city, nowadays, apd besides, Bones had a kind of job. He slept in the doorway of a store and in dilapidated . return- received a meal,-morni- and evening, for watching the place. But after all, he thought, a fellow gets tired of just wandering around all day and sleeping at night. He wished he had a few friends human friends who might s sometimes pat him on the head and So, because of say, Good dog. this lonesome feeling, Bones walked up to the next gentleman who came along and licked his hand. The gentleman, who was middle-age- d S with a sour expression and a skin like paste, jerked his hand away at the touch of Bones rough tongue. ' Eh! Get out, you dirty cur! This was enough to insult Bones, and" he slunk away. But the gen- - a tleman stopped at a stand to buy something, and as he drew out a bill for the shopkeeper, Bones saw something green flutter to the ground. It was money, but since money did not matter to Bones, he paid no attention to it However, he had not gone half a block when he heard a whistle and a call. He looked and saw a little newsboy oh, such a young chap to be carrying papers! Here, Spot,fie called, and when . Bones went up to him, he patted' P him on the head and talked to him. . My shadow is a tall, dark boy Who follows me about Each noon he is as thin as thin. Each evening .very stout. 1 Then suddenly old Bones bounded away and all the little boys whistles would not bring him back. He never stopped until he . had reached the next block where the old gentleman had stood. It was still there, the green bill, and he saw now it was marked with a V. He picked it up gingerly and started back. The boy was just starting away, but Bones caught up to him and stopped, and although he couldnt bark with the money In his mouth, his eyes said, See what I brought you! Jiminyl you good old dog, said the boy with a happy grin. " - l;f' OH, YES in word hold-up- ? bite, what is Suspenders." ITT it?" YOURE FOOLIN ME "Pat, if you guess how many cabbages are in this bag 111 of them. give you all three Thrwi w Who told you? Mike: In-i- Mike: WORTH IT Why did you tip that boy ed handsomely when he gave you your coat? "Look at the coat he gave me. pt read. THEY WERE FOOTBALL PLAYERS Johnny, who were the Four Mr. Monk was rather puzzled when a snake came to him for suitable employment, and asked what he could do m the way of work.-- The snake said he thought he could squeeze the juice out of a lemon, or he was willing to hire to a lady elephant, but Jlr. himself out as a clothes-lin- e . A ? i They were Paul Revere, Theo- -. dore Roosevelt, Jesse James, and Monk confessed he had nothing on his books anything like Barney Google. that! ANSWER TO Eventually, Mr. Monk found the snake a job acting as WHATS THE MATTER an elevator for a wealthy monkey who lived in a high tree, It. Is Impolite to pass a piece of and was too tired to climb op it. The snake says he sees bread You must In your hand. a good deal of the ups and downs of life. pick up the whole plate. . Associated Editor (Copyright. Horsemen I i XaeJ T -- dry-goo- ds - MY SHADOW Whats a ten letter 1 . pal. F7 black tin box. It was not lock , and almost trembling with awed xutement, wa a scrap they opened it. of paper, and there were words written on it in a scrawled hand. The ink had faded, but they were till able to decipher the note. It - only too glad and anxious to per in the accomJump panying picture," says Gene in I would call, and he would leap box mto the the from ground fastened onto the tandem of my, bicycle, for j ride with me as far as was willing to take him, Were sorry Gene hasnt his dog any more. Spot looks like a good form the stunt shown By Beatrice Washburn SURE! win, w.n, win, win My Dog Does Gene Handsaker of San Diego, California, sent this story about his dog Spot. Before lus recent death. Spot was have been active for long ages. It is likely that in some spots men discovered fire where dry grass or wood had been set ablaze by hot ashes falling from Bill: "Whadja doin? Nothin. Willie: Bill: "Need any help? -- By the time they reached the top, they were well nigh exhausted, and without exploring further, threw themselves down on the ground to rest. It was a gorgeous sight that lay before their eyes. Far below them was the beach, with the little village snuggled back at the foot of reaching Kirkbrides hut. To Be Continued Next Week, the hill. Out beyond was the sea, source. Volcanoes Answer will be found elsewhere on this page. SchgolY ELLS h It is too bad that we must say might and "probably about the great discovery of fire. But we have nothing else to do. No one left a record of the discovery, so we must use our reason to figure out how it was made. Nature makes fire in ways besides the striking of lightning. Bamboo stalks growing close together sometimes rub against one another as the wind blows and produce a flame. Some early tribes may have gained fire from that g, WHAT SHALL WE GIVE THANKS FOR? We who live in America are indeed fortunate. In some other countries, war has spread its miserable cloak over the people. In still others there is abject poverty; families living on as much as most boys and girls have for spending money. Here we have bounties. Comfortable living. Warm clothing. Happy homes. And, most of all, the love of family ties. Family is a wonderful thing. Sometimes we do not appreciate how wonderful it is, until it is too late. I think the most we have to be thankful for, as this Thanksgiving Day approaches, is the love we have for each other for our families. There is nothing to take the place of them. Tou can arrange the letters of these three words to form the name of a very young movie star: By beg g, pay. Answer: Baby Peggy. Rearrange the letters in the following groups to spell three girls names that all begin with the sama Answer: Edna, Erma, Elsa. By arranging the same five let-te-rs in different orders, you can fill in the blanks of the following sentence the right words: The landlord told the artist his was up, so he took up his -and left. .Answer: Lease, easel. e the custom of feasting year after camp. Strewn year at an open-ai- r about the" ground "were the bones of thousands of wild horses and deer. Many of the bones had been split open so that the feasters could eat the marrow inside. (Next week we shall speak about further and about torches and stone lamps.) v MR. MONKS NEW ADVENTURES IN JUNGLEPOOL Mv chest is buried twenty paces outside the front d"or, Its Krkhride s lact message, Boh shouted. It tel! where his treasure is buried Lets go dig. The toys tx unded to their feet, bu stopped suddenly as they faced 'ho do- r. Framed he doorway stood the nat e wh he night before had them the directors for giver force. Besides fear there was no doubt what we call curiosity in the minds of Stone Age people, and someone very likely ran back to see a forest when-thfire was almost out."" Such a person would discover that the flames he approached made him feel warm. Taking a burning stick, he might carry it away and start '" A bonfire At his camping place. volcanoes. The use of fire made a mighty difference to Stone Age people. They could use it to warm up their damp caves. Bonfires were usually built at or near the cave entrance, because they made the cave too smoky when built inside. In time, men learned to cook the meat which was brought to their caves from hunts. We are, of course, in doubt as to how the idea of cooking came to the human mind. Perhaps it arose from someone tasting the flesh of a bear or deer which had been killed by a forest fire but not burned too much. At any rate, we know that great feasts were held around bonfires where meat was cooked. At one spot in France, a place has been found where Stone Age hunters were in BetYou Cannot ' By RAMON COFFMAN ONE knows how long ago men began to use fire. Ashes of fires have been found beneath the ground in many caves, and scientists estimate that some of the fires must have been lighted at least 50,000 years ago. It is probable, however, that at least some tribes of men knew the use of fire long before they used caves for homes, and that fires were lighted more than 100,000 years ago. How the first fires were made, we cannot say. Scientists believe that they came from blitzes made by Nature. Nowadays there are hundreds of forest fires started by lightning every year. This must have happened in the Stone Age, too. Stone Age people were probably fearful when they saw a forest fire. Perhaps they ran long distances to escape the strange 7V"0 "Gu-gobbl- e, The native told them more; that Kirkbride had made his headquarters up on the bluff, where he -- had built a Jittle-bu- t, and that he had (frequently done a lot of digging in those regions, as though he were burying something. Jimmie and Bob could scarcely contain themselves. They wanted to set out that night for the spot where the native said Kirkbride K Discovery Jack Oihon tor engineer, Sea. For three (laya aboard la caught In a hurricane In the Orlblwan and la blown off lta conrae. Captain the little veMl battlea the storm In at Kirkbride lslttnd for repairs, to decldea the maater, put MiKenite, first mate, tells the boja, waa once the lhe laland, ofMr.a Ogilevy,whothe1 a and on his pirate had fondness music, for pirate stronghold died, and ship had a fully equipped brass band. The pirate Ktrkbrlde As on where the Island, ships rarely touched now only natives Ined to to run names down the shore greet the the anchor, the Nancy drops and visitors A few minutes later, a brass band appears, and Jimmie Bob decide that the instruments bt longed (o the pirates. They resolve to dig for pirate gold. deep green in the morning light, INSTALLMENT II and they could see the NANCY ridOn the Trail of Treasure ing at anchor. All around them YTORNING dawned clear in the was a forest, solemn and still. harbor of Kirkbrides Island. The path, the native had told a had the aun, orange great Hardly them, would take them to the top ball, come out of the sea when of the hill. hen they reached it, Jimmie Bryson and his1 pal, Bob they were to turn to their left and Ransom, leaped from their bunks skirt the edge of the cliff for about on board the NANCY. five hundred Then they The evening before had been an would come paces. to Knkbride's old eventful one. Under a tropic moon, house. they had sat on the silvery shore Im anxious to get there, said of the island, with Jimmie's father Are you rested yet? and members of the crew, and Bob. Jimmie nodded, and slinging heard tales of the queer pirate over their shouldKirkbride, for whom the island had their tools back out ers, they set through these been named. Jimmie and Bob, inquisitive, had woods where few white men, save .at. last, found, a .native ,w ho ...could the jirates, had ever trod. Presently, through the thick fospeak a few words of English. This man, a swarthy fellow, fold them liage, they saw the outlines of a what they had already suspected; house. It was set above the ground on poles, as though mounted on that the band instruments left on the island by the pirate stilts; it hada thatched roof, and Kirkbride, who had died there, baked mud walls. The walls were "while" the members of- his- crew, crumbling' in parts, btitwrthal, the ..now Jacking., a leader, had ..gone, .house seemed in good, condition, , Its Kirkbrides home! Bob sailing off-- in the black-saile- d shouted. square-rigge- STORIES RIDDLES f NAUGHTY AGAIN son, Im afraid Ill never see you in heaven. Son: "Whatcha been doin now. Father: "My Pop!" SIR! "Yea, my dears, the !ce on this is siTtv years old. You dont say! Did you make It yourself?" . i i f, |