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Times Change — Men Don’t
Times may change, but the fine traditions of hero
ism of the aea still remain.
One finds the proof in the thrilling story of the
rescue of three men and one woman from the wave
tossed waters of Lake Erie after a Cleveland-Detroit
passenger plane had been forced down and tunk the
other day. One man—John Kasper, a co-pilot of the
airplane—was lost, but the other three were laved.
Weighted down with heavy flying clothes end
heavy boots but aided by a life preserver, Cy Caldwell, j
the chief pilot of the plane, ewam four miles through
- ough seas to the nearest rteamshlp lane.
Caldwell was a mere dot on the horiaon. bobbing
up and down with the waves, when Allan Emerson,
eagle-eyed second mate of the Canadian freighter
Midland King, chanced to sight him. Quickly, the
ship put about and Caldwell was hoisted aboard where
he told of the other survivors still out there tn the
water.
Cspt. Roy Burke, master of the Midland King,
turned his vessel and raced for the scene. HU power- ;
ful searchlights penetrated the darkness and revealed
Mrs. Robert Little, a passenger, struggling tn Ihe
water.
One glance at her predicament was rnough for
Walter Joslin, first mate of the Midland King. With
out even waiting to don a life preserver. Joslin dived
over the side and swam tqward her.* She was so ex
hausted that she could do little to aid him and he
soon became exhausted too.
Sam Wilkinson, a wheelsman, saw what was hap- i
pening. and dived overboard to aid the fast-weaken- J
lng Joslin. Wilkinson, however, was swept around the
stern by the strong current and bareiy managed to
save himself by grabbing a life preserver that was
thrown to him.
Joslin. with a half-unconscious woman on hU arm.
made hU slow and painful way to a rope ladder. »
dropped over the Midland King1! tide, reporting
Mrs. Little with one hand, he grasped this. The
waves tossed him about as though they were trying to
snatch him to hU death, but he held on with one
hand until hU arm was nearly pulled from its socket
and the bone nearly broken. Then he passed Mrs
Little up to Second Mate Emerson, who had descend
ed to the foot of the ladder. Slowly, he followed them
up the side of the ship.
Meanwhile. C. A. Lupoid, another airplane passen
gre. was being picked up by another ship where much
the same scene was being enacted.
Vet. the glorious traditions of the sea ttill live,
even In this modem day when survivors from ill-fated
liners are rescued from the deep. Times are different,
but the cry for aid still finds willing and heroic res
cuers ready to respond.
Thank God that even In this day *f rd van red
progress and modem science we still have men who
are real men!
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Mr. Hoover Sidesteps
Some weeks ago a committee representing the j
lord's Day Alliance called on President Hoover to
discuss plans for making the city of Washington »
“model of morals’* for all other communities In the
United States. They proposed rules and regulations
that would ultimately, provide a “workless r.nd i port
less Sabbath’* for the Capital City; what they r.ccom
piished Is not known, but. at least, they experienced
no trouble In getting the president’s ear.
Then, last week, the National Association Opposed
to Blue Laws sent a committee to call on President
Hoover. They were armed with all aorta of argument*,
they said, to combat the proposals of the Lord's Day
Alliance—but they never did get a chance to present
them. After cooling their heels about the White
House steps for four days’ therefore, the committee
members returned to their homes, compelled to con
tent themselves with the Issuance of statements con
cerning their hard luck. Mr. Hoover Mkd neatly side
stepped the visitors for a fishing hip down In Mary
land.
Apparently, the catching of a good mess of fish
was considered more Interesting.
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By H.1 PHILLIPS 1
WHY FULLMAN TOURISTS GO MAD
(Scene: A parlor car. A highly Inquisitive young
ster of about seven years has been placed In one of
the chairs by a mother who has gone Into another
car for some peace. A gentleman who boards the
train finds his chair in back of the child)
Child (on knees in chair facing the stranger): Has
this train got one engine?
Man (a little surprised): Yes, I think so.
Child: Has It got one engine or two engines?
Man (opening a newspaper): One engine Is all on
a train of this kind, my boy.
Child: 1 was on a train once that had two engines.
Man (attempting to read): Were you?
Child: What kind of trains have two engines?
Man (a little annoyed, but trying to be tolerant):
Heavy trains, l guess.
Child: Heavier than this one?
Man: Heavier than this train, yes.
Child: How heavy Is this train?
Man (rattling his paper): Quite heavy.
Child: Is It heavier than a freight train?
Man (frowning): I dunno. son. *
Child: I know what runs this train.
Man: Do you?
Child: Yes. Electricity: It runs half-way by elec
tricity and then they change to steam-engines. Why
do they change to r team-engines?
Man (trying to hide behind paper): I haven't any
Idea.
Child: I know what it says on those *igm out
there. It says “Danger. Live wires.” My mother
told me if anybody touched the wires they would get
killed. If you touched ’em would you get killed?
Man (Irritably): Yep.
Child: I betcher I could touch one and not cet
killed. %
Man (now quite hot and bothered): I’m afraid to.
» I » •
(The man changes his seat to one r.croas the risle.
The child pursues him.)
Child: Och, were going over a trestle now. Can
two trains go over this trestle rt once?
Man (sharply): No.
Child: Why not? • *
Man: They just can't. Here, take this paper rnd \
rse the funny pictures.
Child: I don't like funny pictures. Can a train
like this go off a trestle Into the water?
Man: Yeah.
Child: Was you ever In a wreck?
Man: Never.
Child: My father was !n a wreck.
Man (under his breath): I suspected ra much.
Child: And my mother was In a wreck.
Man (sliding down In seat quite dejeeted): I’m
glad of that. p
Child: I was never In a wreck, though.
Man: No such luck.
Child (standing In seat so he can look down into
the passenger’s face over the top of his newspaper):
What doe* It mean when the man blows the rnglne
whistle like that? Are there cows on the track?
Man (desperatley resolving to get rid of the In
fant): Now look here, I don’t want you to ask . . .
Mother Ysweeping into the car suddenly(: Oh, has
little Roscoe been annoying you? He makes friends
with everybody and asks so many questions. Has
he bothered you?
Man (trying to be nice): Not at all. not at all.
Mother (leading the boy away): You rome right
over with mommer and be quiets
Man (behind his paper): Idiot!
IMAGINE IT!
Curious stories of modem life: The ccofflaw who
has just consumed a pint cf 1828 liquor watching the
liquid fira-eater In a side show and murmerlng. “How
can a feller be foolish enough to do anything like
that?"
WALL STREET BLUES
My stock leaps up In the morning.
My heart leaps, too. !n glee:
But my happiness dies aborning—
It drops again at I.
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READ THIS FIRST:
Charlotte Chatterton, nicknamed
Chatty, Is a born gossip. Her moth
er, a widowed dressmaker, has one
wealthy customer, Mrs. Van Nuys,
and through her Chatty gets a job
as switchboard operator in the Van
Nuys bond house. There she meets
and falls In love with David Jordan,
handsome young bond salesman,
and become jealous of his friend
ship with Agnes Herford, Mr. Van
Nuy's secretary.
Billie Langer.au. who works in
the office, comes to live in the flat
across the hall from where Chatty
lives. Chatty’s brother, Pud, goes
to high school and works evenings
in Ben Tomlinson's drug store.
Chatty learns that he delivers gin
for Ben. and begs him to stop be
fore he is arrested, but Pud re
fuses to do it.
One day Chatty sees David hand
a note to Agnes Herford. Jealous,
she goes through Agnes' desk to
look for it. It is a simple message
about some bonds, but in hunting
for it Chatty finds Agnes’ diary,
filled with the story of her love
for her employer. Chatty tea's
soma of the pages out, and sends
them to Mrs. Van, and Agnes is dis
charged. Dave Jordan, alone,
knows that Chatty is responsible,
and he drops her. Winnie Talcott,
the office "vamp’’ gets Agnes’ posi
tion. Winnie gets quite chummy
with Chatty, and at a party Chatty
meets Bryant Dunning, a new bond
salesman. Winnie shows Chatty
how to paint her face and “doll up "
Bryant is married, but tells Chatty
he has left his wife.
Agnes calls at Chatty's house and
tells Chatty that Mr. Van had never
suspected she mas in love with him
until the diary turned up. Agnes
says she has seen Mr. Van at his
office, and Chaty promises not to
tell a soul. Chatty decides to tell
Mrs. Van about Agnes. Mrs. Van
tells Chatty's mother that she is
going away for a while. Chatty
guesses It is because of the note
about Agnes she mailed a few days
before.
A girl phones David at the office,
and Chatty "listens in.” He catches
her. Chatty, who has been on sev
eral parties with Bryant Dunning,
goes over to his house this evening,
after returning from a ride.
(Now Go On With the Story)
• • •
CHAPTER XXX
They stopped for lemons and
sugar at the store on the way back
to town. And so it was after ten
o'clock when they reached Bryant's
apartment.
The little place looked even more
cheerful and cozy to Chatty than
it had the first time she visited it.
There were some new magazines
on the table in the middle of the
room, and a big week-end box of
cigarettes stood beside them. Ev
erything was as clean and bright as
a new pin.
“You make the lemonade. Bry
ant," Chatty said, closing the door
behind her. “I always make it too
sweet. Is there such a thing as a
looking glass around this place? I
man to powder my nose."
“I’ll show you where to go In Just
a minute." Bryant answered, nod
ding. “But first—'’
He came up to her and put his
arms around her. “First, kiss me,
Chatty," he said, his voice low and
shaken, as it always was when he
began to make love to her.
They clung together for a long
moment in the middle of the little
room, surrounded by the things
that Bryant's wife had bought and
put there. The flowered silk cur
tains and sofa cushions. The ivory
silk shaded lamps. The empty bird
cage and the pink glass tulips.
Chatty closed her eyes to shut out
the sight of them.
She didn't want to think of
Bryant’s wife now, while she was in
Bryant's arms. She wanted to for
get everything but just herself and
him—here, together, with the moon
light making silver squares of the
“Look at the timej.”
windows and the lamplight like
golden mist in the room.
“It's so lovely being here, isn’t
it?’’ she sighed, when he let he.*
out of his arms. “Only I wish—
your wife never had lived here with
you. It spoils it all, somehow lor
us, doesn’t it?”
“No,” he said, in an oddly gruff
voice. “Let’s forget her! And don’t
talk about her any more, for the
love of Mike. That's the only way
to do with people and with things
that are gone—put them out of your
mind.”
Yes, that was the way to do,
thought Chatty, pulling off her lit
tle close-fitting hat . . . And that
was the thing to do with the
thoughts that bothered her. The
thought of Agnes and the diary
that had lost her her job. The
thought of Mrs. Van. starting off on
a marital vacation because -of that
same little diary. The thought of
Dave Jordan. Above all, the thought
of Dave Jordan!
“Where do I go to powder my
nose?” she asked, and Bryant show
ed her a half-open door at the
end of the little hall beyond the
living room.
Then he vanished beihnd a cur
tained doorway on his way to the
kitchen.
• • +
The room that he had shown
Chatty into was a bedroom.
In it were twp white, twin beds,
a white dressing table and a white
chifforobe. At the windows hung
long, frilly curtains of blue so pa'.e
that they were almost white. The
beds were covered with spreads of
the same delicate color, and so was
the armchair that stood beside the
window.
Chatty stood looking around her
with wide, troubled eyes.
Between the beds a small lamp
with a bright yellow shade stood
on a little table.
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Above it on the wall was a shelf
loaded with books.
The closet door stood open, and
hanging from a hook Just inside
the door was a pink bungalow ap
ron—no doubt left there by Bry
ant’s wife when she went away from
him and from this home of theirs.
The pink bungalow apron was too
much for Chatty.
She switched off the lights and
went out into the kitchen where
Bryant was chopping ice.
The kitchen, too. seemed to be
fairly alive with the presence of
Bryant’s vanished wife.
Here, too, at the window, hung
little frilly w’hite curtains, all daint
ily made by hand.'
The tea towels, on a white rack
above the sink, had been hemmed
by hand, too. Besides the sink
stood a tall, white stool-*the kind
that women sit on when they are
shelling peas or peeling potatoes.
“Who keeps this place in such
wonderful order?’’ Chatty asked,
sitting down on the stool and feel
ing as if she had no right to be
there.
“The laundress my wife used to
have comes in once a week and fix
es it all up. She was here yester
day,” he answered, "and today, too.
She does everything for me. Nice
little place, isn't it?”
"Darling,” Chatty answered, ab
sently.
She got up from the stool and
wandered back into the living room.
Among the flowered silk cushions
of the couch lay something small
and soft and white. Before she pick
ed it up she knew what it was. A
womans handkerchief, perfumed
delicately, and finishec with a roll
ed hem that had been done by
hand.
Chatty looked at the tiny neat
stitc.hes. Stitches that were Just
as tiny and Just a& neat as the
■ stitches in the curtains all over the
1 house.
' "Your wife’s been here lately,
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Health and Right Living
BY ROYAL S. COPELAND, M. D.
Former Commbtiooer of ilealth
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On more than one occasion I have
told you about the care of the teeth.
There can be no doubt that atten
tion to these useful organs has done
much to promote the happiness of
the human family.
More and more we have come to
realize that defects in the teeth
lay the foundation for serious ill
ness. If the teeth become abcessed,
poisons develop which may carry
disastrous effects to remote parts of
the body.
But what I have in mind today is
to point out the necessity for thor
ough chewing of the food. The food
is prepared in the mouth for its
journey of digestion.
Unless armed with a passport you
would not get far in a foreign coun
try. Unless the food Is thoroughly
chewed, the first step toward the
prevention of indigestion has been
neglected.
In the breaking up of the morsels
of food by thorough chewing some
thing else is accomplished. The
saliva is intimately mixed with the
food substance. This produces an
Interesting chemical change.
Much of the 'ood we take, par
ticularly that coming from the veg
etable world, consists largely of
starch. The mixture of the saliva
with the starch converts the latter
into sugar. That sugrr is the pass
port indicating to the stomach and
other digestive organs that the
morsel of food is properly prepared
for Its Journey.
This step, known to the doctors as
hasn't she?” she asked Bryant,
when he came back into the room
with a fat silver pitcher filled with
lemonade.
He shook his blond head.
And then Chatty held out the
handkerchief and showed it to him.
He took it from her, his face red
dening.
"Well, she was here,” he admitted,
and then he laughed in a shamed
sort of way. "Aren't you the little
detective, though? How did you
know that was my wife's handker
chief?” He tucked it into his
pocket and began to pour out the
lemonade into two tall, yellow glass
tumblers.
"Because it was hemmed by1
hand,” Chatty explained, simply.,
"The curtains are, too. and the sofa
cushions. And so few women go
to the bother of making things oy
hands these days that I couldn’t'
help noticing it. She made this
place uwfuliy attractive, didn't she?
And how she must have hated to
go away and leave it all!”
She ran one of her hands over the
soft, puffy silk cushions on the
couch.
“Yes, she probably did hate leav
ing." Bryant said, sitting down be
side her. “Dam Jealous woman.
Oh, let's forget her!"
His voice was full of annoyance.
“It's hard not to think of her1
here,” Chatty told him, her big eyes
widening, "in her own home. I’m
not coming here any more, either. I
feel as if I didn't have any right
to be here—with you. ’
She got up from the couch and
set her yellow glass back upon the
tray.
"Let’s go.” she said.
This wasn’t what she had ever
wished for, she thought, standing
there in the little dream flat that
had been made by another woman's
clever, patient hands ... It never
had been part of her dream to fall
in love with a married man, living
apart from his wife.
During the quiet lonely days when
she had sat sewing in Mrs. May
berry's back room, she had thought
of love coming to her as it should
come to girl. Of a man who would
be in love with her as he had never
been in love with anyone else. Of
marriage and a honeymoon and a
home for two people to make and
to live in together.
Not this kind of forbidden love
that had this flat and Winnie's flat
and roadhouses for its background!
No this kind of love affair that was
all mixed up wih Joy rides and wild
parties, with cocktails and with kiss
es that belonged i another woman!
All at once Chatty saw Just where
she stood—on the dangerous ground
where a girl always stands when
she begins to go around with a
married man.
••I'm going!" she said aloud, and.
without waiting for Bryant to get)
his hat and follow her, sho march- '
ed out of the little dream flat and
down the stairs into the street.
The night air was as cool and re- j
freshing as water upon the flushed
face she raised to the moonlit
darkness.
Bryant caught up with her Just
outside the house.
“Gosh, you act like a litle goop
tonight!" he said to her, exaspera
tion in his voice. "Come on, get
into the car!”
But Chatty shook her head.
(Continued on page 7) |
“salivary digestion," is lar more im
portant to* health than is generally A
recognized. Chewing the food thor
oughly is too commonly regarded
as a sort of a lad. For so Asany
years we have laughed at ' Fletch
erizlng " that a suggestion to chew
the food more finely is more likely
to raise a laugh than meet with
a favorable response. Tin sorry
about this because many a case of
Indigestion wuold disappear if the
teeth were encouraged to perform
their proper function.
Unless the starch we eat Is pro
cessed by the * arious digestive
Juices provided for this purpose,
there is sure to be acidity. Heart
burn. belching oi gas. sour taste in
the mouth, drooling and stomach
ache are lamili&r symptoms of
acidity. While constipation and
other factors enter into the prob
lem. there can be no doubt .hat the
first of the neglectful acts of man
Is his failure to chew his food. That
is the beginning of hit dyspepsia.
ANSWERS TO HEALTH QUERIES
SARA D. Q.—What can I do for
a dry mouth? My lips crack and
my tongue feels parched.
0 A.—You are possibly troubled
with hyperacidity. Correct your
diet.
• It
L. M. Q.—What do you advise
for cracking Joints?
A —Massage the parts with warm
cod liver oil at * ght before retiring.
• • »
M. V. B. Q.—Would a cup of cel
ery tea twice a day flush the kid
neys?
A.—Yes.
Grab Bag
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AUGUST SO, 1929
Who am I? How many times has
my father been premier of Great
Britain? Of what party is he a
member?
Where is the birthplace of Robert
Burns? „
The hero of what novel fought
windmills?
‘And if a man also strive for mas
teries, yet is he not crowned, except
he strive lawfully." Where is this
passage found in the Bible?
Today's Horoueope
Persons born on this day are neat
in their habits and have discrimi
nating minds. Thev have quick but
not vengeful tempers.
Star Lore!
Working on Plans for the Big 2(XM^f
Inch Telescope
By Arthur DeV. Carpenter.
The designs for tka 200-inch tele
scope to be constructed for the Cal
ifornia Institute ofof Techonology,
with the co-operation of the Mount
Wilson observatory, are being vigor
ously pushed. The plans call for a
powerful fork in which the tele
scopic tube will rest, rotaing on
roller and ball bearings. The tube
will be about 50 feet long. Experi
ments are being made with quartz
for construction of the enormous
mirror. Other kinds of glass are
also being experimented with. The
total weight for the constructed
telescope will be around 200 tons.
A test of atmospheric conditions at
various mountain stations in Cali
fornia and Arizona will be carried
on for two years before the"site is
selected.
(More tomorrow)
Answers to Foregoing Questions
1. Ishbel MacDonald; twice; La
bor.
2. Alloway, Scotland.
3. Don Quixote.
4. Timothy. 11, 5.
1911 1929
Skelton Abstract Co.
Abstracts of Title Title Insurance
Merchants Bank Building Brownsville
Pipe Lines for
DRAINAGE AND IRRIGATION
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San Benito, Texas
Design, Finance and Install
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