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PAGE SIX
SALESMAN
ADVENTURES OF TkCe TWINS
By Olive Roberts Barton
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GOOD or.l) DAYS OF JAZZ
MOSCOW.
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At the! charming Moscow giris, taught to
;one-step and fox-trot by the men'
; of tho American Relief Adminis- j
tration during their stay in Rus
sia, are waiting with longing !
hearts and Itching trtes for some
one to come bdtk and dance real
U. S. A. with them again.
The A. R. A. personnel houses
frcqueiftly gave dances, and the
Russian gill employes learned to
like jazz better than their own
waltzes, onc-stcps and fox-trots.
PONT Be HARD HEAR HP,
WILLIAM. RettCHMK*
SHt'S ONLY fK POOR, f
WORKING GK>».
Suddenly a thought popped Into
Nick's head. It was a st^ry he had
heard about n little boy, called Peter
Pan. Who went to a place called
Never-Never-Nevr Land, and met,
a fairy who wasn't anything but •» i
. JlPOt of light.
“Are you Tinker-Bell, the fairy?"i
he cried. “Are you Peter Pan’s :
' fairy?"
••No, not that, either,” came the
voice. 'Til tell you who I a in. I’m
called Will o’ the Wisp. I live In
Male Land, but I never stay in the
sann* place long. I move around
from place to place In n boat and I
always carry a lantern. I’m sort of j
o night policeman because I see f
that all the water folk are safe. Can |
yon see r.ie now?”
, Veiy slowly there appeared, to*
the Twlrr* gntonished eyes, an odd I
little man »n a queer little boat.
“Most people cannot see me," he
nodded, “but I was sure you could
because you have magic along .But
Y6u must never try to come any
nearer to me than you are now or I
will disappear I always, keep* n
certain dlstas ;e away from mor
tals. Another thing. Dry land Is not
good for my health. I must live
where there is water, and so I stay
on ponds and swamps and mnrshei
In my boat."
1 "You are different ’ from othet
fairies," said Nancy. "We know
Fv6r so many and none of them are
Ilk* you." ‘
- Will *o the Wisp chuckled silent
ly. ‘That’s the best compliment
I've had since my reventh hun
dredth birthday,” ho declared, “unc
I’m a thousand years old. Falrle-
all like to be different. If they were
not they wouldn’t be fairies. Well,
that’s enough about, 'me, kiddles.
Who arc you. and whnt ars you do
ing In Dixie Land?"
The Twins told how they had
come t> help the Dixie landers, by
tho FUry Quten’s'Orders.
■ r "Ringtail the Coon came down
this way and we followed him."
FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS
OUR BOARDING HOUSE
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•It isn’t strange at nil," declared
\V1I O’ the Wisp. "That’s the way
' JACK DAW’S ADVENTURES
CHAPTER 20
Story by Hal Cochran. Drawlnfa by Ua Wrtiht
[HE HATOR HAS BEStl OUT ALL.
HlCHTVlnH BUSTfeR'S UEVl KILTS
OUT OUR WAY
By Williams
THE OLD HOME TOWN
By Stanley
Jack, “I think It !« terrible tor the king to .hoot all
“Well," replied Jinco, “if you feel ao bad about it,
e tune on tnl« magic flute.” And he handed Jack a
flute. The little adventurer immediately atarted to play.
those animals.
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NOAH IS
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7*J° ;* rtI< V 0>»‘ hoj>topped ploying. “That', all right,
hn K „. \ou hare played just long enough. That flute make
f ,,ack to l*fe." And sure enough, by this time, th
beari uerc racing to get out of the gatca, (Continued.)
Boiled—^they were returned
