Judge — August 20, 1921 — page 31: what you’re looking at

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A Big South American Spider By EVANGELINE WEIR PIDERS are wonder- ful spinners, expert masons and cave diggers, builders of unique trap doors, and produce a var- nish which the weather does not affect. Some are very tiny, while others are several inches wide. They live in all parts of the world. Some like ’Fraid Cats By GErorGE F. PAUL WOULDN'T be a Fraidy Cat, I’m awful, awful brave. I never see why other boys Should always try to save Their hides when teacher says, “Come here, I seen you write a note. dark, damp caves; others build beneath the water; many live in little tunnels which they dig them- selves; a number of spe- cies choose the open air, while a few prefer to live in our homes and slip in quietly without asking our permission. They are all flesh eaters, and have uncertain tem- pers which often cause them to destroy their mates. The best known spiders are females. They do all the work and take the whole care of the spiderlings. The male is an idle fellow without the parental instinct and is not tolerated in the home of his wife. If he works at all, it is to spin an in- different web to catch his own food or to pro- tect himself in some crevice. South America has a spider which is probably the one which sat down be- side “Little Miss Muffit,” of nursery rhyme fame. It is no wonder that she ran away. It is a hairy monster with a body as big as a mouse and is five inches wide when its legs are expanded. The crea- ture is brown, with yellow stripes on its big legs. Its home is a tunnel in sandy soil. It is never less than a foot deep, often twice that depth, and is two or more inches in diameter. The tunnel slants instead of being straight, which is very wise, for there is no door to the den. At the very end of the pas- sage Mrs. Spider makes a little room where her big body can be comfortable, also a safe place to keep her egg sac. The passage as well as the room is lined with a smooth web Photograph by Coss X. SHINN. “IT MAY BE A BOOK, BUT I CAN’T FIND ANYTHING IN IT SAID THE VERY WISE Nut. Mrs. Spider works very hard while building her house. The deep tunnel she digs with her forelegs, presses the dirt into balls, carries it some distance from her door and tosses it away. She has to keep her body clean, for the dirt clings to the hairs while she is digging. This she does by using the combs on her claws. She is said to sit on the eggs and keep them warm. At twilight she can be seen just inside her doorway watching and waiting for her supper. of silk which closely fits Drawn by Cuartes Hucues. the walls. The Giraffe—StTRIKE NUTHIN’! 31 'TWASN’T EVEN AS HIGH AS MY KNEES! You’ve got it in the pocket of Your trousers or your coat.” An’ then those Fraidy TO READ,” Cats begin To whine an’ twist their feet. They're skeered so bad they almost fall Right out of any seat. I aint’ afraid of Aspen Grove Ner Lonesome Holler way. Yd walk right through them any night Jest like as it was day. An’ if I seen 2 catamount Er possum settin’ there, I’d put a ring right in his nose An’ start to pullin’ hair. Ain’t No Use to Pine By VIVIAN YEISER LARAMORE TEACH your lips to smile, my honey, Teach your eyes to shine. Maybe life ain’t always funny, Little girl o’ mine. But you'll find that folks are after All the joy you have to spare, Give to them your song and laughter, They’ve enough o’ pain and care. They’ve enough 0’ sad complaining, Life is full 0’ gloom and doubt, And you'll find its load more straining . If you travel with a pout. Sing to keep the long trail sunny, Ain’t no use to sit and pine; Teach your lips to smile, my honey, Teach your eyes to shine, Conn