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Thursday, July 18. 1985 Most Beautiful Long Span Bridge of the Year THE KENNEWICK (WASHJ COURIER-REPORTER THIS is the Bourne bridge across the Cape Cod canal at Bourne, Mass, which was the winner of the class A prize of the American Institute of Steel Construction as the most beautiful long span bridge built during the last year. A l DANNY MEADOW MOUSE IS GLAD HE IS SMALL [F‘ EVER in all the Great World there was a startled Bear, that one was Buster Bear when Danny Meadow Mouse ran straight at him. Beechnuts were in Buster Bear’s mind. sweet little beechnuts and nothing else, when he reached out a great paw to rake over that pile of leaves. It didn't enter Buster’s head that there might be anything but beechnuts under them. So. when Danny Meadow Mouse with a frightened squeak darted out from Danny Had Darted Behind a Big Tree. under Buster's very paw and straight toward him, Buster was so surprised and startled that for a second or two he didn‘t know whatto do. Now it seemed an absolutely crazy thing for Danny to run straight at Buster, but the truth is it was the wisest thing he could have done. It wasn't wisdom that made him do it. No. indeed, it wasn't wisdom at all. It was just pure fright and nothing else. Danny was so frightened that he didn't have any idea at all where he was running. He Just ran. that was all; And because he happened to be tac- -ing Buster Bear he ran straight at him. Now If he had run away from Buster things might not have turned out at all as they did. Buster would BEDTIME STORY By THORNTON w. BURGESS have seen just where he went and the instant he recovered from his surprise would have been after him. As it was, Danny darted right un- der Buster’s big paw and right across the toes of one of Buster’s big hind feet. Buster is a big fel- low and he looks clumsy. but he isn’t nearly as clumsy as he looks. In fact, Buster isn’t clumsy at all. He is surprisingly quick in his move- ments for such a big fellow. The instant he recovered from his sur- prise at the sudden appearanse of Danny Meadow Mouse. Buster whirled about. A fat Meadow Mouse would go splendidly with those sweet beechnuts he had eaten. But by the time Buster had turned about Danny had darted behind a big tree and there he stopped. He stopped because he didn't know which way to go. It happens that that was the wisest thing he could have done. You see. it he had con- tinued to run he would have rustled the dry leaves and Buster would have known Just where he was. But because he stopped as he did there was nothing to tell Buster which way he had gone. For once in his life Danny Mead- ow Mouse was glad he was little. Right then he would have been glad to be smaller than he was. Many, many times he had wished he was big, but now he was very. very thankful that he wasn't. Had he been big, as big, let us say. as Peter Rabbit. the chances are ,that he wouldn’t have been able to slip out from under Buster’s big paw as he had done. He was glad that he was little. Yes, indeed. Danny Meadow Mouse was glad that he was little. Q 'l‘. W. ?lament—WW Service. ” I EYou Know— That thousands of white bond-servants sent over from England and bound to serve for seven or ten years. did most of the work in the American colonies until about the close of the Seven- teenth century. During the time of their bondage they could be bought and sold like slaves. Q loom" Newspaper Brndlclu. WNU Servloc. SOMEBODY SAID A LOVING WORD By ANNE CAMPBELL SoM-ODY said a loving word! The dark skies turned to blue. Upon Hope’s hamstring: brave tune: stirred, And every aim was true. Somebody spoke a thought that made Into a kindly one, And pathways opened to my gaze, That led me to the sun. Somebody spoke a thought that made . The gloomy outlook fair, And scattered light where there was shade, And gladness everywhere! Copyright—Whit! Service. IPA,BA,,|KNDW§— “Pop, what It mam-0?": “Ripe peach." ' a Bell Syndlmo.—WNU eon-via. QUESTION BOX . by ED WYN N, The Perfect Fool Dear Mr. Wynn: _ In our llttle town there has start- ed a movement which Is called “The Own Your Own Home Movement." Can you tell me what thls is and why It In called a Building-Loan Scheme? Truly Yours. ANN APARTMENT. Answer: The idea is a simple one. The building companies ad- vance the money to build you a house and you pay them so much money every month. By the time you have become absolutely disgust- ed and dissatis?ed with the place, it is yours. Dear Mr. Wynn : Yesterday ‘I happened to be on the East Side, and Just as I passed two men, I heard one man say, in a” loud voice. “I’m a brick.”_ In an Instant the other chap punched him In the jaw and layed him ?at in the sidewalk. How do you account for that? Sincerely, U. WOOD RUN’I‘OO. Answer: One man said he was a brick, and the other fellow must have been a bricklayer. Dear Mr. Wynn: Two friends of mine left yester- day on a camping trip. As they left me I noticed that each one had a stone jug in‘ his hand. They told me they were taking them along to use for their plllows. Don’t you thlnk stone jugs are rather R'hard things to sleep on? Truly yours. MARY N. JUNE. Answer: Your friends probably lntend ?lling the Jugs with straw to make them soft. - ' Dear Mr. Wynn: I Just received- a letter from a friend of mine in which he says he intends coming clean from Denver. 0010.. to New York on a bicycle. Do you believe he can do it! Truly yours, HANSEN FEET. Answer: _He can come that far on a bicycle. but not clean. Dear Mr. Wynn: I took my ?rst trip to Chinatown and the Bowery laat Sunday. The funniest thing I think I ever saw was a sign in front of a Chinatown hotel which read. “Rooms 50c and 55c." Now what could possibly be the difference between a 50c room and a 55c room? - Truly yours, I. TOOKABUS. Answer: They put mouse traps in the 55c rooms. wxu Sonia 0 Amolutod Hm MINUI'E MAKE-UPS =By V. V. The latest thing is iridescent eye lashes! First you - mascara the lashes and then you brush them with a gold or sliver-necked eye shadow. which, It seems, clings to them and makes them glitter. Quite new and completely devastating. Conn-13h! by Public Lem. no. WNU Service. Dog Days _. MOTHEWS o COOK BOOK SUMMER MEALS DURING the warm weather is the time to let down on all an- necessary work so that mother may‘ have a little vacation as well. In- formal serving—letting the young- sters do the work—it will he a change from school work. and it ls a good thing to train them to do all kinds of household tasks. The girls, of course, are expected to have this training before they go into their own homes. or how will they know how to deal with house- hold matters and spend the money given to them for the upkeep of the home? Boys. too.~ should begin early to learn how to cook simple foods, be able to make a good cup of coffee. prepare a crisp piece of toast. and serve a well-cooked egg. These accomplishments are not only helpful but often necessary in cases of illness or absence or the house- wlfe. It is not always easy or agreeable for a good housekeeper to turn over the work to her .:hildren. but It is most gratifying in results. Now is the time to serve the meals on the porch or ln'the garden; the young folks wlll enjoy taking the extra steps and the novelty will serve to dellght the whole family. Serve the breakfast buffet style as the English do. Everybody has a few covered dishes to keep things hot. and with hot coifee and toast, one may make a ?ne breakfast. HROUGH a WOMAN'S EYES 0 513513” WHEN THE DEVIL INVENTED WORRY “FROM the loss or a tooth to that of a mistress. there's no pang that is not bearable. The up prehension is much more cruel than the certainty; and we make up our minds to the misfortune when 'tis irremediabie, part with the tor- mentor. and mumbie our crust on t’other side of the Jaws.” In that Jit of philosophy from Thackeray in one of the strongest indictments ever written on the subject of worry; and its foolish- ness and uselessness. True, eating on the other side of the Jaw is not nearly so bad as the anticipation of it, as worrying about having to do it! Out of fear of violence from my readers'i shall not mention the fact that the neces sity to eat in even a little corner of the Jaw could not possibly be so destructive of health and nerves as worrying about it. Oh. no. i wouldn’t mention that. My readers know it. it's Thackeray’s point that it isn‘t even so unpleasant as thinking about it in advance—that is new! Can we improve on Thackeray? No, but we can add this thought, that while it’s silly enough to lose sleep worrying about a tooth that’s got to come out anyway, it's abso- lutely insane to worry about losing a tooth that after all may never have to come out! And that's the heaviest burden of most of our worries, isn't it—the misfortunes that never do occur! That’s what worry is for. isn‘t it‘l- that's what the devil invented it tor-to glve us bald heads and acid stomachs and lined faces and Jump: nerves over something that never does happen! 0 Bell Byndlcata—WNU Service. Scrambled cut. sliced bacon. «no sages—even hot griddle cake- or wattlel mu be made on the porch. A perfect - plcnlc I: one where everybody does his chm of thc work and mother has the rest- from work. - °\\' Mum Ntuannvwr "Mal. ..-... Mme-m.“ In Peasant Linen Lucien Lelon; shows a white peasant llnen blouse having I shit-red Jabot edged with blue and red peasant embroidery wlth his tailored suit of heavy white sllh shantung linen. The collar ll hluo velvet and the buttons and hneklo are of n gold colored meal. . “The world In"! to email a?m all," can Rule mm. “jun try 9: lug com. place who" you don! with to be can." WBO bales. “Flange Rights” The. expression “?ownge mu“ refer: to the ?ght of over?owing land when n dun ll [mm for the purpose of furnishing ln-lgn?on on power. The pet-ion who-o land ll over?owed MI I right to eonpen ntlonfornnylouWhenthol-lghl or over?owing a person's land I: wronged. this In referral to u ?owm right). F ollows’ in His Father’s “Puddles” T?anrmarnletthythoneepotacx-ewmnmculedwnddlu‘ and It ll Inch watery tuck- thet are being followed by Jed Kelly,Jr..uhelnlnstl-nctedhyHeathenleckxellmvhomwo?d‘u rowing champion and an Olympic chunplon a well. The young prodlg onlyelghnlonklnxtheurokepod?onnnderhleuthe?wetchmlm onthe Schuylklnrlver. [BBl' week ln Aprll I was busy In the dshhouse knlttln' heads. The bl: doors were open lettln' tn the sprlng sunshine. the smell of the flats and the shrlll chlrp of the early rlnz-necks that were dlggln' for and worms ln the mud. As I worked away wlth the twlne lt comes Into my head all at once. I wonder who'll get the wldder Bas- com‘l 81d Bascom had been lost on on the Klttle a year before la a nor'west squall. m- hoat was picked up Inlles otl’ shore, but the body was never found. Judith Bascom mourned for a good husband. like the good wom- an she was. But she was s fisher- msn‘s daughter sud had known many sea tragedies in the 40 years she had lived st Skuipin Oove. Ju- dith Buoom was s handsome wom- an. sun-tanned face, good form in spite of the years. brown eyes that twinkied. and, like most all the duughters of ?shermen. had n quick wit and a ready answer. Sid Buscom had left his wife fair- ly well off—a small farm borderin' on the beach, a fair pnyin' business. and some money. There had been no children and I often wondered if Judith didn't get lonesome. She was at the isndin‘ one day huyin' fish as the hosts came ashore. and I says. jokin’: “Jude, you look tired.” “Yes.” she comes back. “I am tired. Tame. and lonesome. Can't you (ind me a man?” “Plenty of 'em fussin' 'round. Jude.” I says. “Can't you sort one out? There's Deacon Goodwin and Skipper Sol Mixer. hoth 'hout yore ace and well axed.” “A saint and a sinner,” says Judy. “One thinks he is and the other knows he is.” and she went on huyin' cod. As I sat there workin' on the twine that day I heard somebody clumpin‘ up the path 'ronnd the point with rubber boots on. hummin' a hymn tune: “On the other side of Jordan In the sweet iieids of Eden.” but when he sees the fish- honse door open he slacks up his dngln' and hauls to. “Good after- noon. Truman. Hope you are teeiin' well today.” “Tolerable. Deacon Goodwin. nope you‘ve the same. Come in and rest yourself. I see you been lumpin‘." He had a two-tine fort on his shoul- der and a hi; lump of iish on each tine. Inthesprlncthetideleaves the lamps in the little ponds among the ledges. and the natives get them with forks. TheDeaconsetsdownonatrswl tnh. ildsets some. and says: “Tru- mwhatdoyonthinkotthewid- des Beacon?” - “No smarter woman 'round the Cove.“ 1 an. “and It don't but much to look at her. Are you thinkin' some In tint carter. Dea- eon!" "I heve given eolne thought end prnyer to the nutter end I need e companion end helper up to my honee. hut Judith ie not n church- goin' women.” he em ' “Don't let thnt‘worry M eny. Deecon. You never heard e word ,eg'in' Judith Benton.” I eeye. “end your church door in wide.” The Denoon ehonidued hie lump dehendwento?npeoroeetohie hon-e. Innehontreedytoqnitendceii itedeywhenlheereenothereong- eter eonin' down the Oove rond: “Bi de di do. Skipper the deei now I love to eing to thee. I eing with Joy end I eing with else. For I'm Jnet no young no I need to he." Shipper Sol Becker ehoote up in front of the door end comee in. Good mime oticke out all over Skipper Sol. end n mighty good- ioohin'. hig. whoieeome men he ie. Be hed been to town end wee feelin' eonie chipper. “Beiio thene. Trume." heiie Skipper Sol. “Got nnyihing in the cnphoerdt" 'Aiwnye n drop for yon. Oep‘n Boi.”lnye. “Setdownwhiiel get it.” 'Trnzne.” an the Mm. "I got 'hont tired hein' en oid heeh en' I‘ln thinkin‘ 'hont eekin' Indy neoco- to epiiee up with me. We‘ve niweye been good trienan Do you think ehe'ii heve no!” ‘ “Yon oid fooi.” I enye. “do yom think you an get e wife. ‘thont doin' none eoortin't do one Indy; and tehe her ‘ronnd none. You‘ve’ got n good hoee end buggy. An- other thing. Deeoon Goodwin in eetun‘ hie cnp in thet carter.” “Deacon Goodwin conrtin' Jody Bneoolni" hate the ekipper. “It I cntchee thnt old Bible-heck skin. ?int cruisin' 'ronnd her I‘ll oerry ewny hie 11b.” Soon ether thet the Dove goeeipe were busy. Deacon Goodwin wne ceilin‘ on Jndy Beet-on Wedneedny nights, end she wee goin' riding with Gp'n Sol Becker Snndny ett- ernoone. 0t conree the Deacon iinde it out end he reprovee Judy for con. eortin' with m n nngodiy pereon ne Sol Becker. “urn Beecon.” eeye the Deeeon. “yon well know my lemon for eniiingonyonotinte. Indiyneed e wife to are for any honee. end Ityonvhonideeedttonniteyonr lot with mine I ehonidn't went it Enoch Arden of Skulpin Cove $ By TRUMAN ORDIORNE asid that you had been too tr ly with such a person as Solc Becker. a man given to prof: and to strong drink at times.” The Deacon reaches for Jt warm hand and holds it. o said his was cold an ?sh.) “Jill I shall call for your answer . Wednesday evening. and in meantime I shall pray that you the light.” He lets go of hand and goes home. Judith i to bed and thinks it over. Den Goodwin is n good manager. eta way up in the church. and then laughs right out to herself. “ Lord, what a lover!" Sunday afternoon is sunny l warm. Cap’n Sol drives up to door. his rig all shlned up. l Judy comes out and gets in. Tl take a long ride and coming ho In the dusk Skipper Sol does so hunin' and Judy snuggles up s 0! Skipper Sol winds the reins arou the whlp and lets Bay Jess wa Seine different. she thinks. from t way Deacon Goodwin sparks woman. Skipper Sol tightens t hitch he's got 'round Judy Bascon waist. “Judy.” he says. “I‘m tir of living an old hach up there my house. Mother is a good hour keeper but she ls gettln' old. 1' got enough to take care or you wil out touchin' your property and l help run your place. Let‘s y: and i set spliced. I know you a lonesome well as I be. What do y¢ say?” and he reached over at kissed her. Judy Bascom liked Sol Becker at the Deacon was out of it from th: minute. She couldn’t bear to thin of him. Then a scheme of half spit and half mischief comes into he head. “Sol." she says. “come to m house Wednesday evening at eigl o'clock and Ni give you an answer. Now for Sid Bascom the nor'west squall that blew of! th land the day he was lost lnste three days and then, as ilsherme: say. turned the corner and bier some more. Sid kept his boat Wow it and bailed long as he could. Weai from hunger and thirst he gave 1 up. The next he knew he was in a dirty bunk with a Portucee sailot standln' over him with some kind 0: a hot drink. His head ached bad. m looks around that to’castie with it: row of bunks and asked the Portu see what ship he was on and whert they were. “Dis whale barque de Ellen Briggs. She picks you up oil's da water. beetle boat. big ocean. You most dead.” the Portuzee tells him. Sid tries to get out of the bun but is too weak and tells the sailo to tell the cap’n he wants to s him. Oap‘n Btudly. a short. stou - red-faced man. comes to the to’ - tie and asks Bid what he wan “Iwanttohesetashoreatth nearest port.” says Sid. “My wit must think i am lost. now lo have I been aboard your ship?" “Ilosttwo weeks.” says the Cap‘ “and all that time you've been on of your head. You can thank Ma uel here that you are alive. I can‘ set you ashore. We are bound on two years' whalin' cruise to th Southern Grounds. You'll have -‘ stay ahoard.” Whaling hands were hard to :e at that time. and whaling captai kept out of ports of call. acconn of men deem-ting. only who obliged to put in for fresh wa . . and supplies. aid Baseom gradu . ly gained streuth and one do meeting Oap‘n Btudly on deck. h demanded to he landed at the ass en m. his right as a citiseu o the united States. The cs. - swore at him. turned him over ?ue dru mate and cave orders pathemlnoneotthewateh 'l‘. 3H“! but am from h hers where there were cable on . ltwnsmsnthshetoreheuotaln. ashore to a small island w .. pads: ships called a few times year. At the ?rst pe-ibie . .. hejnmpeduiipataSouth , an port. All he had in the .‘ . was the areas! clothes he had - - No need telling how. in time. ~ worked “I raw-so to Boston . , there was given enough to get ho ._ to Ikulpin Cove. M WM ment that :n i lthßammsetoameDeacon cute win 10 minutes early. Sharp a W came Oap'u dol Becker. Wh 1 hemltlledthelittlepariorandsa: the Deana settlu' there, his 'll i ell-sad to an val: soowi. “What i{ HWMl'Myouoiddoaro. “I don't adnd your unaodly sin , «new. lhavearlghtmu: on my nslahbora. nu. ; . ..- ashsdmepoeomeWe have prin.‘ m to discus.” - “Vaclayon on: minute to ¢e{ ’ h.“ ”I 3H ; Gel. and he takes out his watch?!‘ M III'C do“ I’ll heave you out} mmmmw ’ “0 300! Beacon! who had Aheen out ot the room turns from the hallway to go um “I'm. Bhewaa'oln'totgx the Deacon hewas out. Ithap'. _ Becker's turn. Just that minute ttu W In open and in rushed a mm unshared man. Jud' “3 Baseom lives one look. Undo: ' that dirt and growth of whisker: Ib- miso- her lost husband “I lives one screech. and as sun- W In] told me afterwards. in on. W second they were lashed to ”“1... haw“; W“ ‘ WW Sol wen ‘eltetthetrontdoot-seclosem with! that M dammed. When “It! not clear the Skipper 11.19.. . the Deacon on his w m . hens-b ?ak. 7
