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fuires the Earliest Dinosaur
Harvard Acq
r-pHIS mounted specimen of Plateosaurus, the earliest of dinosaurs, has
A just been acquired by the Museum of Comparative Zoology at Harvard
university. Discovered in Germany, it is the first mounted specimen to be ob-
tained by any museum in the United States. The Plateosaurus is estimated
to bt' 160,000,000 years old, and is regarded as the “ancestor” of Tyranno-
saurus and other giant dinosaurs of later periods.
saw him and
THE LAMPASAS LEADER
KIDDIES’ EVENING STORY
By"THORNTON W. BURGESS
THE FOOLISH QUARREL
#^<REED doesn’t pay. It never does.
vJ And yet some people never seem
to learn this. Just take the case of
Happy Jack Squirrel and his cousin,
Chatterer, the Red Squirrel. In the
Green Forest were ever so many hick-
ory trees, and there were more nuts
than Happy Jack and Chatterer could
eat in a lifetime. But both were so
greedy that here they were quarrel-
ing over the nuts which the Merry
Little Breezes had shaken down from
the top of a tall chestnut tree.
Happy Jack claimed all those
brown nuts were his because he had
happened to be right under that par-
ticular tree when the Merry Little
Breezes shook them down. Chatterer
had been near enough to hear them
as they rattled down and had come
running over to get a share. At once
Happy Jack had tried to drive him
away. Chatterer had refused to go.
In fact, at the sight of all those nuts
on th'e ground Chatterer had at once
decided that he would have all of
them. You see he was quite as greedy
as Happy Jack. Those brown nuts
didn’t really belong to either of them,
and- wouldn’t until they had been
picked up and hidffen away. But Hap-
py Jack and Chatterer didn't stop to
think of this. Each was so greedy
that he wasn’t willing to let the other
have a single one.
“Thief!” shouted Happy Jack.
“Robber!” cried Chatterer.
“No such 'thing! They’re all mine
because I found them first,” sput-
tered Happy Jack.
“Pig, pig, pig!” shouted Chatterer,
thrusting out his tongue at Happy
Jack.
Do you wonder that the Merry Lit-
tle Breezes, who had thought to help
Happy Jack and Chatterer, looked
down in dismay and stopped shaking
down the brown nuts? Do you won-
der that Sammy Jay, hearing those
sharp angry voices, came stealing si-
lently up to see what such a dreadful
Afternoon Ensemble
quarrel was about? You can depend
on it that Sammy will be somewhere
about when anything like that is go-
ing on.
At first Happy Jack and Chatterer
were content to scold and call each
other bad names. Then as they grew
angrier and angrier they began to
fight, each trying to drive the other
awqy. Happy Jack, as you know, is
a great deal bigger than Chatterer,
but Chatterer is quicker and more
nimble, and his teeth are quite as
sharp as Happy Jack’s. So it wasn’t
as uneven a fight as you might think.
They forgot the brown nuts lying
there among the leaves on the ground.
Une of the newest of Hollywood
fashions is this black and "white after-
noon ensemble; showing a black crepe
dress that features a modestly puffed-
above-the-elbow sleeve which finishes
with a tightly fitted cuff. Another new
trimming note is seen in the white
crepe collar that crosses to give a
high bodice line continuing around
from the back to a tied sash at the
front of the normal waistline. The
white silk embroidered turban hat
that is worn with the dress is the lat-
est contribution to millinery, as is the
close-fitting over the hair and fore-
head polka dot veil. A short capelet
of ermine completes the black and
^white effect.
Then as They Grew Angrier and An-
grier, They Began to Fight.
They forgot everything but their an-
ger. They chased each other around
the trees and up in the trees, all the
time losing their tempers more and
more.
Now their little cousin, Striped
Chipmunk, wasn’t far away, and of
course he heard that dreadful quar-
rel. He pricked up his ears. Then he
stole softly over to see what it was
all about. Happy Jack and Chatterer
didn’t see him. They didn’t see any-
thing or anybody but each other.
Striped Chipmunk watched them for
a few minutes. Then he spied the
brown" nuts which the Merry Little
Breezes had shaken down. His bright
eyes sparkled. He chuckled.
“I suspect,” said he, “that these are
what they are quarreling about. How
silly. How very foolish. These nuts
belong to anyone who can get them.
They are as much mine as theirs.”
Without wasting another minute
Striped Chipmunk stuffed the pockets
in his cheeks with those brown nuts
until he couldn’t get another one in.
Then away he scurried. Pretty soon
he was back again. He paid no at-
tention to his quarreling cousins, but
stuffed his pockets again and was off
to his secret storehouse.
Back and forth he scurried, work-
ing with might and main. He knew
that once Happy Jack and Chatterer
stopped quarreling and discovered
him they would drive him away, and
he would have to go because he was
too little to fight.
Sammy Jay watched him and
chuckled. "The Merry Little Breezes
KITTY McKAY
By Nina Wilcox Putnam
they chuckled. But his
two big cousins were still fighting and
saw only each other. At last Happy
Jack and Chatterer had to stop for
breath. They were too tired to run
and fight any longer. But still each
was determined that the other
shouldn’t have those brown nuts.
Happy Jack looked down to gloat over
the treasure he had been fighting for.
Then he gave a little gasp. -Not a
single brown nut was to be seen.
Chatterer did the same thing. For a
few minutes both forgot their quarrel
and raced down to pull over the
leaves in search of those nuts. Not
one was to be found. Their foolish
quarrel had been for nothing, just
nothing at all.
©, 1933, by T. W. Burgess.—WNU Service.
Sunday Evening Supper
XTO ONE enjoys balancing a plate
on an unsteady knee while help-
ing one’s self to a' dish and holding a
cupful of hot liquid in the other hand.
The host and hostess who think of the
comfort of their guests will provide
ample space for the placing of a plate
anl cup. The enjoyment of good food
can be entirely spoiled by the too in-
formal and careless manner of serving.
A convenient spot should be provided
for each guest and a minimum amount
of equipment, for there are few sleight-
of-hand performers who care to juggle
a plate and cupful of hot coffee.
To most of us there is a real sense
of relaxation and enjoyment in meet-
ing around the fire a few congenial
friends, or if in summer weather a
porch or garden is equally delightful.
Try to serve such food as will be eas-
ily handled without the discomfort of
dripping dishes. The meat if hot should
be served in such a manner as to be
eaten easily, the salad compact enough
to stay in shape. Accessories like
pickles, olives or celery should be ar-
ranged on one plate. If cheese can-
not be dispensed with put it into the
stalks of tender celery, where it may
be nicely handled.
If hot rolls are served, butter them
—for butter and knives make another
burden. For dessert ices, sponge cake,
or chilled fruit and cakes of different
kinds will be enjoyed.
The tea cart is one of the helpful
aids in serving such a supper. Have
the plates, cups, the hot dish, what-
ever is served in casserole, hot toast
ready to serve with the hot meat dish
and the tea or coffee equipment as
well as the silver to be used, all on
the top shelf. If the tea cart has
leaves so much the better for serving.
On the lower shelf place the dessert
plates and serving dish or sherbet
cups.
With a small table placed for the
serving of each two or three guests
everybody will be comfortable.
As the Sunday dinner has been a
hearty one, the supper should be food
tasty but not too heavy.
© by Western Newspaper Union.
THE GREATEST
THING
By DOUGLAS MALLOCH
HAT is the greatest thing in life?
The man of arms may say the
strife,
The man of trade may say the mart—
Yet wTho takes money to his heart
Will find- her faithless, and the cheers
Of victory mean some one’s tears.
What is the greatest thing of all?
rich may say the castle hall,
proud may say the wreath
fame—
Yet earthly glory fades the same
As earthly wealth. There must be
more.
Than these in life to hunger for'.
What is the greatest thing we find?
The wise may say the learned mind,
The fool his passions and delights—
Yet life some sudden question writes
Fools cannot answer, nor wise
Do more than wonder and surmise.’
What is the greatest thing? Not these
Poor things that either pain or please.
To love, to feel, to smile, to grieve,
Not much to know but much believe—
For, books or pleasure, wealth or
strife,
The greatest thing in life is life.
©. 1933. Douglas Malloch.—WNU Service
Every morning my mother wave\
her arms to stretch her abominable
muscles.
BONERS are actual humorous
tidbits found in examination papers,
essays, etc., by teachers.
A surfeit is an apron worn in the
front.
* * *
Macbeth rode a vaulting horse which
threw him, but because he had ambi-
tion he went right on riding.
* * *
Mineral wool is the shearings from
a hydraulic ram.
* * *
Religious fanatics went out into the
desert and sometimes builded high
columns on which they would spend
their lives in order the better to com-
mute with God.
* * *
If it were not for Madame Curie
and her husband there would be no
radio today.
(©. Bell Syndicate.)—WNU Service.
PAPA PNCAVS-I
“Pop, what is a village?”
“Where the tongue travels farther
than the eye.”
©, 1932, Bell Syndicate.—WNU Service.
Champion Hen to
Her Honors
The girl-friend says her boy drives
his car so fast she can't read a word
of the eceneryl
©, 1932, Bell Syndic*!*.—WNIj Service.
A NNOUNCEMENT having been made that the world’s egg laying contest is
to be held at Chicago’s exposition this year, America’s most famous hen
and champion egg layer for the past two years is now in training for the
event. Owned by George England of Inglewood, Calif., the hen, known only
by number as “33,” holds the record of 330 eggs per year. A white leghorn,
she has a score of cups to her credit and enough blue ribbons to cover the
roof of her hen house. She will defend her title against hens from every state
in the Union and six foreign natLaas.
Where Old Tires Replace Leather for Shoemaking, in Tirana.
Prepared by the National Geographic Society,
Washington, D. G.—WNU Service.
A LBANIA, which recently cele-
/V brated the twentieth anniver-
! X. sary of its freedom, is Europe’s
newest kingdom. During the
first Balkan war, on November 28,
1912, Albania notified the world that
it no longer was a Turkish province.
The Turkish flag was furled after
waving over the Albanians for 400
years. Since its independence Albania
has been, successively, a protectorate,
a republic and a kingdom. The king
was crowned in 1928.
Not long ago Albania’s 17,374 square
miles were without modern highways
and railroads. Even Tirana, the cap-
ital, could be reached only by travers-
ing almost impassable roads. Then
came the war. Ruinous war creates,
at least, roads. When in 1918 the big
guns’ thunder died away Albania,
which had been at once a battlefield
and a military corridor, found that
she had accumulated the nucleus of a
well-engineered road system 'and a
knowledge of motor transport. Thus,
instead of having slowly evolved
through the steam age and into the
gasoline, era, like the rest of Europe,
in a little more than a decade she
leaped from medievalism to modern-
ism, from horses to horsepower.
Today the Albania government
spends $200,000 annually in augment-
ing those war-born highways. The Al-
banian lowdander is being stirred to
road-consciousness by a law which
makes him personally responsible,
either in labor or money, for the
upkeep of 20 feet. Profound social
changes confront him—him and the
traveler. “I reined in my horse” is
by way of being junked in favor of
“I shut off the motor.”
Picture of Transition.
Korea, which falls with Scutari,
Tirana, and Gjinokastra (Argyo-Cas-
tro) into the first-line category of na-
tive towns numbering from 12,000 to
32,000 people, presents an interesting
picture of Albania in transition. Mod-
ern buildings rise over ancient, cob-
bled alleys, and fortresslike property
walls which guard occasionally
glimpsed flower gardens, charming
family retreats, somewhat in the East-
ern style. Hay mountains, rolling
along on ox-drawn wains, block Main
street, to the despair of yelling chauf-
feurs.
The Moslem quarter Is orientally
decorous with black-veiled women.
The Christian quarter is decorative
with Europe’s knee-high skirts, flesh-
tint stockings, and bobbed heads.
Here is progressiveness in the form
of an athletic instructor, the local
representative of a countrywide sys-
tem. And here is hidebound conserv-
atism in the form of Albanian mam-
mas who regard any sport' played in
.running shorts and followed by a cold
shower as a sure road to early death.
Then there is the story of the drain-
ing of Lake Maliqi. A nascent and
ambitious government, wishing to re-
claim thousands of acres of cultivat-
able land, sold the concession .to a
company. Its foreign engineers cut
sluices, and the first dredging ma-
chine ever seen ip Albania was set up.
Now, some generations before, the
lake had been created by torrents
which had rushed down the hills, sub-
merging several Tosk villages. One
these days, so said local Tosk tra-
dition. Lake Maliqi would recede,
yielding back to grandsons the sub-
lacustrine acres of their grandsires.
Miraculously, as it were, Lake Ma-
liqi receded, revealing to the aston-
ished Tosk peasants’ gaze their long-
lost chimney pots and ancestral lands.
With cries of thanksgiving, they
rushed upon the scene and started
agriculture.
It is superfluous to depict their con-
fusion upon learning that progress
and not Providence had worked the
miracle; that the lake bottom now
belonged to a company—whatever
that might.be—and that they were ac-
tually trespassing on their own an-
cestral acres. That’s all. But, should
you ever visit the Lake Maliqi region,
don’t praise land reclamation to the
local Tosks unless you want to be
mobbed.
Market Day in Korea.
Korea becomes transfigured every
market day. Thither troop several
thousand peasants, each attired in
the colorful costume of his native
village. They have ridden or walked
for a day over the mountains, hoping
to sell a few measures of grain, a
Sheep, a horse, at the busy mart.
The horse market, Albania’s larg-
est, is closely packed with stamping
beasts and gesticulating men. Every
trick or test known to a county-fair
horse deal is to be witnessed here.
Among advanced civilizations an
automobile thief may possibly get a
jail sentence. In more primitive Al-
bania, where social conditions often
recall those of the pioneer West, horse
stealing means sudden death. And so
deals in Albanian horse markets are
concluded under the eye of a civic of-
ficial, who issues to the purchaser a
certificate which attests to his bona
fide “buy.”
Albania’s mountain complex defies
adequate description. To say that the
Dalmatian Alpine system prolongs
itself into southward-stretching ranges
that form three of Albania’s bound-
aries, and that this small kingdom,
not as large as New Hampshire and
Vermont together, contains numerous
mountain chains, is to indicate the
veriest elements of her topography.
Yet it is an “open-and-shut” coun-
try, to .borrow the native name for a
certain rug pattern. This consists of
rows of " diamond-shaped diagrams,
end to end, running across the fabric.
In likening it to Albania’s topography,
the diamonds may be said to repre-
sent her “open” spaces, while the
touching apexes represent the almost
“shut” defiles through which one jour-
neys from luxuriant plain to plain.
Albania once was Shkuperia, the
Land of the Men of the Eagle. If
some ancient Greek or Roman tourist
had exclaimed, “So this is Albania!”
Shkupetars wouldn’t have known what
country he wTas talking about. Ap-
proximately nine centuries ago some
foreigner, possibly finding “Shkuperia”
an awkward mouthful, expanded “alp”
or “alb” into “Albania,” as a name
descriptive of the country’s white or
snowy uplands.
Eagle and Arrows.
The Shkupetars’ name for them-
selves goes back to the misty emer-
gence of Balkan mountain tribes. As
shkep is the native word for “rock,”
the name may possibly imply “rock-
dwellers,” or “highlanders.” But Al-
banian tradition, based on Plutarch,
offers a livelier derivation. The Greek
biographer relates that when the
Epirote king, Pyrrhus, was likened by
his troops to an eagle, the monarch
gracefully rejoined that they were his
arrows which he used while soaring.
Thus ancient is the conception of
the Eagle and Arrows, a device which,
thousands of years later, was to ap-
pear on the consular arms of the Unit-
ed States. At any rate, the Epirotes
seized on King Pyrrhus’ compliment
and proudly dubbed themselves the
Shkupetare, or Sons of the Eagle.
Modern Albanians will tell you that
they represent the most ancient race
in southeastern Europe. Indeed, their
language and tribal customs suggest
remote origins. They are probably
the descendants of the ancient Illy-
rians, who in turn derived from the
Pelasgic root race, of which we catch
echoes in Greek literature.
Albanian inns have not progressed
much beyond, say, those of the Dead-
wood coach era. Often you avoid the
inn and just sleep where you can.
Tirana Going Modern.
Tirana, the capital, reveals a pic-
ture of Albania westernizing herself.
Broad, electric-lit streets neighbor
fascinatingly hodgepodge bazaar al-
leys. A line of brand-new taxis, a
row of pack mules, and a string of
modern motor lorries throng the same
square. Baggy-pantalooned Moham-
medan chauffeurs have discarded their
olden wand of office, the donkey-prod-
ding stick, to wrestle instead with
the tire pump. Far over the heads of
an unheeding crowd, who are imbib-
ing European drinks and discussing
trade, the lone muezzin calls to
prayer; but it is as the voice of one
crying in the wilderness.
Not yet has this small-Scale king-
dom achieved a favorable trade bal-
ance. Its exports—dairy products,
grain, hides, wool, asphalt, charcoal—
total annually about $2,500,000. On
the other hand, its import values in
sugar, cotton and woolen fabrics, min-
eral oils, and machinery approximate
double that amount. How offset the
difference? The mountains are be-
lieved to be rich in minerals—gold,
iron, coal, copper, and others—but
the country has never been geolog-
ically surveyed. Oil talk and the ac-
tual production of oil in paying quan-
tities and of requisite quality are in
inverse ratio to each other.
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