A BEARTOWN MYSTERY
NOW YOU SEE IT
The Beartown Constable has
extensive training in order to perform his important job.
Keeping his mind alert is a priority. Below is another of
many mental exercises he practices to be able to unravel
whatever mystery that might present itself. Camoflaged in
the following story are 27 wearable items. Search for them
within and between the words, and reading between the
lines may be helpful! The first one is underlined to get
DUCKING THE ISSUE
Chatham took umbrage at his school's mascot: a duck!
Seething, he wondered which dumb louses had suggested
such a name, and how the situation could best be
He'd go right to the top, Dickie decided. He'd just find
the courage and stamina to talk to the principal and make
short shrift of the matter. The outcome was inescapable -
a new mascot would be chosen by the student body.
Sashaying into the principal's office, he explained his
purpose. "Oh, pshaw," lisped the secretary,
Jean Smithers, through her braces. "He's never in
during the mornings, but he'll be returning this
Through the window behind her, Dickie was watching as the
principal's car flashed by. Following his gaze, she said,
"He's early! No sweat, sir - I'll get you in right
After the meeting, Dickie felt defeated. The principal,
haughtier than ever, had refused to give the idea even
minimum consideration. Pursing his lips and with no
vestige of warmth, he recited the school's motto instead:
"If it's your luck to be a duck, then never run
amuck; just stay the course and mark my word - you'll
always be the the early bird!"
Dickie never forgot. After graduation he entered medical
school, and became a very wealthy quack.
Check the next issue of Beartown
News for the answers.
LAST ISSUE'S SOLUTION is
shown below. There were 13 kinds of rocks hidden in the
THE ART of the SHORT STORY
Entering through a
gate in back, Opal
Emery caught her
two grandchildren totally by surprise. As they ran to her,
she headed for the porch swing, saying, "Okay - last
one on my lap is
a rotten egg!"
"Sticks and stones
may break my bones, but names can never hurt me,"
they chimed in unison, as each pounced on an empty knee.
"Will you tell us a story?" asked Ruby,
the older child.
"Not unless Hale
stops squirming," Opal replied, with a jaded
glance at her grandson. He smiled shyly and snuggled
closer, savoring the smell of the talcum
his grandmother always wore. Then he sneezed, his nose
tickled by an unseen piece of lint
n the air.
"Bless you," Opal said, then she began. "Since
it's late, I'll
tell you a tale my first teacher told
me - a very short ghost story, as I recall," she
said slyly, "about a ghost who was simply too short
to be the subject of a tall tale." And on that note,
she arose and left.
"That Gran - I tell
you, she's a card," said Ruby, watching her depart.
"One who should be dealt with!" Hale grinned,
repeating one of Opal's favorite puns. Laughing, they
agate, opal, emery, lapis, sandstone, ruby,
shale, jade, talc, flint, slate, chert, granite