Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1917-11-18

year-old son at bedtime. When he had
sent. say dozen. a friend who wanted
some stories for tiny children asked if
ne might print the ones that had been
told him all right. II he wanted to, but
ne mustn't expect any more, as he had
written up all he could think about the
people OF the woods and streams And
And still a-coming =
Here's another thing: All the other
little people that fly and chirp and
swim and run in the great world out.
coaxed Mr.. Burgess to put them into =
school children's paper, called Mother
Natures News
He told about 1t to a young man who
moon-the one that everybody travels
TO, except those who don't, poor dear1
1t Is curious world. don't you know.
with no regular population, just round
trlppers. and which is famous outside
OF the market. for honey that bees don't
make, and for the extra fine quality Of
It's happiness, which is warranted to last
forever and ever-if you take the care
OF 1t you should. -
There is one thing fne about happj.
ness-it always wants to make happl.
ness Tor others. Ever notice?
so the man from the moon came oyer a
a certain person and told her he thouaht
the schoolboys and girls-meaninr Won
children-would be glad of the chanoe
to make friends with ali the anfmai
creatures of the big world through
Motner Natures News. and that II you
would write to Mr.. Burgess hs would
tell you about it.
And now you know.
t*
AS they passed:
You must have had delightful tina.
l was disappointed in my trip this year.
and 1 sure did miss the band on the
pier and the OCEAN"
Perfectly grand. Danced every night
and spent every minute on the board
to the hotel for meals But, saw. I'm
not SO stuck on the ocean as most peo.
pie pretend to be. When you come r1ght
down to it. what is the ocean, anyhow,
but SO much running water?"
Which is merely to notify the man
who sees nothing extra in a primrose
that he has sister living in this town.
A fat dog in an embroidered blanket
which he must have hated. waddled
along at the end of leash held by q
woman with goose quilts in her hat.
Every time they came to a shop win.
dow the woman halted and the dog
wheezed sighfully and shut his eyes
The woman was paying tribute to q
seal coat and the dog was doEing when
a snappy bark made him open his eyes
and started his tail wagging. The bark
belonged to black and tan that had
danced up as free as a blossom in Q
breeze. You could tell he was laughing
by the wet sparkles in his eyes, and
when he shifted acquaintance with the
fat dog he said as plain as you could
put 1t in English:
shake your old girl and let's have q
rum" -
The fat one tugged at his leash and
lifted yearning eyes to the goose
quiils: But his emotions went to waste.
His old girl was too busy with the be.
frizzled wax lady the other side of the
glass to heed the live thing at the end
Of the string. The terrier shrugged his
shoulders, twirled about a few times to
show how free and happy a dog can Be
with only collar and tag, and then
scampered around the corner in search
Of better fun.
And doubtless some wise man "a
writing book this precious minute to
prove that dogs have no Intelligence
only instinct"
MAMIE I.ANCA STER