Capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1919-1980, 1920-10-30
Th.at surprised Mr. Crow

there were now seven OF them.
Late Saturday afternoon Mr.
Crow came back again. He lighted
on top of Brownies house and
called Paper down the chin
ney, just as he had a week before.
Brownie Beaver came swimming
up once more.
Look here." he said to Mr.. Crow.
'I don't believe you know much
about being a newspaper. do you?'
That surprised Mr.. Crow.
What do you mean?" he asked.
"a newspaper said Brownie
Beaver "a newspaper is always
left on persons doorstep. I've
talked with a good many people
and rot one of them ever feard Of
a paper being left on the roof"
Mr. Crows face seemed To grow
blAckcr than ever, he was so an
CRY.
''iIow can anybody leave a news
steps under water?'' he growIed.
Brownie Beaver did not answer
that question. for he had something
else to say to VI oC.rr .woreg
else to say to Mr.. Grow.
I've talked with good many
people" he said once more, .'and
not one of them ever heard of such
rudeness as shouting down per-
sons chimney. If there was any
body asleep in the house, it would
certainly wake him; and il per-
son had a fire in his house, shout
ing down the chimney might put
it out"
Mr.. Grow looked rather foolish.
I'm try to think of some way of
leaving your newspaper that will
suit us both" he said. Then he
hemmed and began to tell Brownie
the weeks news.
"On Sunday" said Mr.. Grow,
there was a freshet."
Il knew that before you did"
said Brownie Beaver.
Mr.. Crow looked disappointed.
How" he asked.
Why, 1 live further up the river
than you," said Brownie Beaver
And since freshets always come
down river, this one didn't reach
you till after it had passed me-"
Something made Mr.. Crow peev-
ish.
"I don't believe you'd care to
hear any more of my news" he
said. You appear to know it al
ready. Perhaps you'll be kind
enoughto tell ME the sort of news
you prefer to hear"
Certainly" -BrBwonie Beaver
replied. Now, there's the wealth
er! I've talked with good many
people and they all say that a good
newspaper ought to tell the wealth
er for the next day."
Mr. Crow cooked an eye up at
the sky.
Tomorrow will be fair" he said.
I'm told that a. good newspa-
per ought to tell a few jokes"
Brownie Beaver continued.
But Mr.. Grow sneered openly
at that. I'm a newspaper - not a
jest-book," he announced.
"Then you refuse to tell any
jokes, do you2" Brownie Beaver
asked him.
II certainly do.' Mr.. Grow cried
Very weli!' Brownie said. s'I'll
have to take some other hewspa-
per, though 1 must say'I hate to
change = after taking this one so
long"
Il hope you'll find one to suit
you," Mr. Crow said in cross
voice. And he flew away without
word. He was terribly up
set You see, he had enjoyed be-
ing a newspaper, because it gave
him an excuse fer asking people
tie most inquisitive questions. He
had intended all that week to ask
Aunt Polly Woodchuck whether
she wore a wig. But he hadn't
been able to find her at home. And
now it was teo late = for Mr.. Grow
was newspaper no longer.
AS for Brownie Beaver. he sue
ceeded in getting Jasper jay to be
his newspaper. Though Jasper
told him many jokes, Brownie
fuond that he could not depend up
on Jasper's news And as a mat
ter of fact, Jasper made up most OF
it himself. He claimed that the
newest news was the best.
That's why 1 invent it myself,
right on the spot" he explained.