Evening star., 1939-01-15
Mother Duck
Wages Fight
Boy
.Youngster Tells of
Thrilling Battle
With Bird
BY PHILIP HI. LOVE,
Junior PAGE Editor.

Well, such a battle was the un-
usual and thrilling experience of
Richard Beavers, 13, of 2715 Mills
avenue NE, and he describes it
in detail in a letter which we re-
ceived from him recently.
The battle-ground was a farm on
the Eastern Shore of Maryland.
Richard, who is pupil at Langdon
School, visited the farm last sum-
mer with his father.
He hadn't been on the farm more
than 10 minutes, he says, when he
"spied five baby ducks" Now there's
nothing very much cutter than a
baby duck, and-well, Richard Just
couldn't resist them.
II started to pick one up to play
with," he writes, when a large
mother duck jumped on my chest.
I knocked her down, and as soon
as she was down, up she popped
and pecked me on the chin
Il knocked her against a fence,
and her neck was bent up under
her. thought she was dead.
But just then up she jumped on
me again. This time I thought I
was gone"
At that moment, however, Rich
ards father and the owner of the
farm emerged from a nearby corn
field.
Il yelled at them" Richard con-
tinues. Daddy came a-running with
q pot Of water and threw it on the
duck. This ended the fight"
Now, looking back on his visit to
the farm, Richard says it was "the
best time I've ever had'-but hastily
adds, III never forget my fight
with the mother ducks
Bennie Sokolin writes from 1918
South Troy street, Chicago. that he
Is "in search Of a pen pal Here's
his letter:
Il would like very much to cor
respond with either boy or a girl.
Being almost Is years of age,
would like pen pal about my own
age. I am very interested in poll
tics, worldwide events and sports.
I am a native Chicagoan, and hope
that I may soon correspond with a
Washingtonian"
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Driving along First street NV.
the other day, we saw three or four
girls with signs on their backs
parading back and forth in front of
grocery store. At first we thought
they were picketing the place: then
we got a good look at one of the
signs, which said:
Vote for Dot Carleton for Presi-
dent"
BY the time We found a parking
place and got back to the store the
girls were gone. We learned, how
ever, that they hadn't been doing
any picketing-they'd only been
| waiting for another Dot Carleton
for President" booster to come out
of the store.
Checking further. we found that
tAAC SdlluludlC WAS
other than Dorothy Carleton. II, Of
IS M street NV, a recent winner
in the Junior Page contributors
contest. She was awarded an Amer
ican Legion medal couple of weeks
ago as the outstanding girl" in the
February graduating class at Lang
ley Junior High School, and, as a
result. was nominated for the class
presidency.
The signs-lettered in red paint
on cardboard at least foot wide
and about twice as long-were the
work of Dots campaign manager,
Thelma Northrop, IS. Campaign
managers for the other candidates
Julian Sambartaro and Shirley
Rothkin-were equally active, how
ever, and it was generally conceded
that the outcome of the election
was anybody's guess
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Alma Belt, 13, route 4, Ana
costa, awoke one morning to find
her pet dog, Queenie, had disap-
peared. She and her brother and
sister made an extensive search for
the animal, going through the woods
near their home and calling her as
loud as they could. "At last we
gave up hope" Alma says, and then
continues:
About a year later many hunt
ers were in the woods after rabbits.
Suddenly, out of the woods bolted
Queenie. She jumped on us, bark
ing and whining. We were so happy
we could hardly speak. The hunt
ers called for her, but she only
growled at them. She knew there
was no place like home"
All OF which sounds almost i'm
possible" Alma admits-but, she in
sisfs at rea LIZ hid hanna,,