Bear News Beartown News

SEPTEMBER 1, 2001

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 you started.

DUCKING THE ISSUE

Dickie 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 addressed.
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 afternoon."
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 away."
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 story.

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!"
"Stick
s 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 unles
s 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 resumed playing.
agate, opal, emery, lapis, sandstone, ruby, shale, jade, talc, flint, slate, chert, granite


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