APRIL__4§. 1954

By Thornton W. Burgess

THE DISAPPEARING ANTLEII

were it not for varied taste,

Much iwod food would go to waste.

——Old Motiier Nature.

In the autumn of each year

.=‘lathorns the Moose wears a. won- derful crown. It is composed of two parts, and these are called mtlers, or more commonly, horns. n-ue horns are hollow. Cows have home, but the crowns that Flat- horns the Moose and his cousin. Lightfoot the Deer. wear for part of the year are not hollow. They are solid. You might call them hony. The proper name is antlers.

Now because Flathorns is a very big person, largest of all the Green Forest. folk. his antlers. are very big. They are not like the antlers ol Llghtfoot the Deer or Cousin Bugler the Elk. They are broad and flattened. In tiie winter Flat- horns has no antlers. That great crown has fallen from his head, and lies somewhere in the Green Forest. Flathorns will grow a new rrown throush the summ-:1‘. The antlers are tender while growing. but by fall, when the fighting sea- son comes. they will be hard. It is with these and his hoofs that

sociation has been called

1:30 p.m. in the Board Room of the Provincial Dt-part-

merit of Agriculture

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Attention Hereford Breeders

A special meeting of the Hereford Breeders’ As-

lF‘lathorns fights. Once these antlers have fallen ll-‘iathorris gives no further atten-

tion to them. The chances are that ‘he seldom remembers where they. were dropped. One antler may be in one place, and one in anothem It was quite by accident that Flat-“ horns now had found one of these; dropped antlers. Perhaps he would not have noticed it had it notl been for the young white porcupine.‘ Prickles seemed to be very busy‘ about something. and Flathornsl stopped to see what it was. Per-' haps you can guess how surprised he was when he discovered that, Prickles was gnawing that antleizl

Prickles paid no attention to him‘ whatever. He went right on gnaw-l ling on that antler Just as a dog gnaws a bone. Flathorns watched him for a few moments, then mov-

ed on. He was shaking his head. “That fellow must be awful- ly hungry." thought he.

It wasn't exactly hunger that caused Prickles to gnaw that an- tler. That is, it iiasn't ordinary hunger. There probably was some- iihing in that antler that the young lporcupine needed in his own body. ‘He didn't know this. All he knew was that there was a taste that ‘kept him gnawing at that antler

for Tuesday, April 6th, at

Signed,

In the autumn of each year Flat- hnrm the Moose wear: I wonder- ful crown.

just as a'_t—a_ste keeps boys_.and girls chewing gum.

Prickles didn't get much at a‘

time. Had it been a piece of wood he would have been able to pull

Co—minued on 1:82 If

The Tiny Folk

(A real story of real children for very young children) l

Susan's Uncle Bob had brought her a kitten for her very own, It

was the pretty yellow one that Susan liked the best when she visited their farm a few weeks

zigo. When he had arrived with it this afternoon, Susan was so dPll{_‘l‘il.ed and exlciied she could hardly stay still. She and Irene had gone to look for a box, and had found a clean careboard one to make a bed for the kitten. In the bottom they had put is piece of old red blanket. Then Mrs. Dale had given them the fur col- lar off an old coat. "Put this in with the kitten," she said. “He ‘can snuggle into it to keep warm.

then he won't be lonesome for his , mother."

When Susan's brother, David, had wakened from his afternoon nap, he had been surprised to see the kitten. Right away he wanted it, and grabbed it around the neck to lift it up. The kitten meowed

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"Bad David!" scolded Susan. "You're hurting the beby kitten.

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she started to cry for she knew he was hurting it.

“No, David, you must. not do that," explained his mother. "see, the poor little kitten wasn't a bit happy. It does not want to be picked up and squeesed like that. You might choke it. Your hands are too little yet. but this is the way to hold it properly. Hold it gently in your arms, and keep your one hand under its feet."

"Mine! mine! my kitten," cried David, reaching for it again.

“No. no." sobbed Susan." That is my kitten. Give it to me, Mom- my. I'm going to hide it where David can't find it."

"Now. listen. both of you," said Mrs. Dale. "That is Susan's kitten. David. so you must ask her first before you play with it, If you are careful to play gently, Susan will share the kitten with you. But if there is any more quarrel- ling, we shall have to give the kitten back to Uncle Bob,"

“I'll take good care of it_ Mom- my" promised Susan.

"David be good. David love kitty," added her little brother.

“That's the good boy." said their mother. “You know Yhu may get a puppy for your birthday in June. then you will each have a pet of your own."

Susan cuddled ii:-r kitten for a. mimite, then said. “Mommy. this little baby needs its supper will you warm some milk for it?"

Mrs. Dale warmed the milk. then placed it ‘in a saucer on the floor_ Susan took the kitten over to the saucer, but it did not want to drink. It just crawled around and meowcd. Mrs. Dale placed her hand softly on the kltten's head and pushed it down until the lit- tle plnk nose touched the milk. The kitten sneezed, then licked its lips, After Mrs. Dale did that three times the kitten got the idea. It started to lap up the milk. To be sure, it got in too much hurry one pushed its nose in too far. Then it would sneeze and start again. At last every drop of milk was gone.

Susan laughed as she saw that tiny kitten sit down and wash its face pust like a grown up cat.

Then she caried it over and placed it in its box.

“Good night, sleep fight, my little pet," she crooiicd. as the

wee cat curled up contcntedly in

its cosy bed.

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