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Established July 4, 1892 Entered as second-class matter In the Postofftce, Brownsville, Texas. THE BROWNSVILLE HERALD PUBLISHING COMPANY TEXAS DAILY PRESS LEAGUE Subscription Rates—Dally and Sunday (7 issues) One Year . $9.00 Bix Months . $450 Three Months . $225 One Month .75 MEMBER OF THE ASSOCIATED PRESS The Associated Press is exclusively entitled to the use tor publication of ail news dispatches credited to it or aot otherwise credited in this paper, and also the local news published herein. National Advertising Representatives Dallas. Texas, 512 Mercantile Bank Building. Kansas City. Mo., 306 Coca-Cola Building. Chicago. 111.. Association Building. New York. 350 Madison Avenue. St. Louis. 502 Star Building. Los Angeles. Cal.. Room 1015 New Orpheum Bldg., S46 S. Broadway. San Francisco. Cal., 318 Kohl Building. HARLINGEN OFFICE: Arcadia Theater Building. Phone 1020. A Moment of Heroism An automobile stalled on a railroad grade crossing In Louisiana recently. Down the track came a fast tram. The engineer, Leon Ford, saw the stalled auto and knew that he would not be able to stop in time. So he did some very quick and unselfish thinking. When a locomotive, traveling at high speed, has to be stopped in a hurry, the brakes must not be ap plied too suddenly. If they are. the engine is apt to leave the rails entirely and turn over. Ford, as a veteran engineer, knew this perfectly. So, without hesitation, he jammed on his brakes. The thing worked Just as he had expected. His lo comotive jumped the tracks and careened over on its side. Ford was killed. But the motorist escaped anve. It is probable that almost any engineer would have done the same thing. Railroad engineers are mem bers of that select band of men who have led the publie to expect them to be ready to sacrifice their own lives to save others. But you won't understand Just how much credit this bit of heroism reflects on Leon Ford until you try to figure out whether you, yourself, would have acted that way in his place. Probably most of us would like to tell ourselves that we would have been equally heroic. Bui the chances are that we are only kidding ourselves. We would have meant well; we would have taken a grip on our nerves and done cur very best to steel ourselves for the sacrifice. But—and here is the point—by the time we could have made up our minds it would have been too late. Ford had to make his decision in the twinkling of an eye. In fact, he had to make it automatically. It had to come out of him without the necessity of stop ping to think it over. He had, in short, to be the kind of man. right down to the bottom, to whom an acMon of self-sacrifice was instinctive in a sudden crisis. That Is the sort of stuff that heroism really is. It isn't anything that flowers unexpectedly, without a "background. The engineer who dies to prevent a wreck, the fireman who loses his life in a blazing building trying to get some doomed inmate out, the policeman who coolly shoots it out with a gunman and goes down with a bullet in his heart—these men do not suddenly become heroes. There w-ere heroes, all the while. The moment of crisis simply brought it out. And that, in turn, is why our instinct to pay high honors to these men is a sound one. The quick mo ment of bravery and selfless courage—that is noth inging. The disciplined, steadfast life that made that moment’s bravery inevitable—that is everything. Foiling the Racketeer One way to foil the racketeer, evidently, is to re- | fuse to be afraid of him. Two “tough guys’’ from j Detroit dropped down to Cleveland the other day. looking for a little eacv money. They looked up a j well-to-do merchant, found that he had a 6-year-o!d son. and proceeded to call the merchant up by tele phone. Unless he paid them S10.000. they said, they would kidnap his son and bomb his store. This scheme usually works, but this time it didn’t. Instead of getting scared, the merchant called the police. The two ‘‘tough guys’’ were arrested within 12 hours, and now cells in Ohio's terrible penitentiary ' are prepared for them. The racketeer’s method of oneration is chiefly bluff. If the bluff is called promntlv it is the racketeer that gets into trouble, not the victim. OUR OWN ANNUAL HONORARY DEGREES (Copyright, 1930, by The Associated Newspapers.) ZITHER, Herman X.—Philosopher, Sunday auto mobile tourist and citizen extraordinary. Upon you we confer the degree of Doctor of Red Light Philoso phy for consistent self-control in heavy traffic, for outstanding patience when facing the red lights and for your notable record for never keeping your finger on the horn in the absurd notion that the noise will in some strange manner efface all other motor ve hicles from the highway and widen the street. We know of no other person in the United States who has contributed so much to common sense. • • • • WHICKETTS. Wingate P.—Male tenor, public en tertainer and baked apple addict. It gives us pleas ure to award you the degree of Doctor of Commend able Obstinacy. Although a singer of much ability, for whom a career as a radio entertainer seemed certain, you steadfastly refused to croon into the mi crophone in imitation of Rudy Vallee. and thereby brought upon yourself the approbation of the unseen audience and your immediate discharge from the radio authorities. You have been compelled to go back to your old job in the doughnut factory and your fu ture now looms definitely behind you, but you remain one of the great heroes of modem times. • • • • JELOOPUS, Holloway J.—Business man. mathema tician, lightning calculator and patron of hotel grill rooms, ft gives us pleasure to crown you Doctor of Incredible Tendencies. Although a typical business man in many respects, and despite the fact that you make a habit of taking your noon lunch with fellow Rotarians in hotel grills, you have conspicuously re frained from illustrating business opportunities by pencil calculations on white tablecloths. We under stand that you are also worthy of commendation as an executive who does not draw funny faces on your desk blotter when talking with visitors. We know of no man in American life today who has done more to merit recognition and reward. Remember us to the wife and kiddies. GOSEPPERS, Luther \V.—Stamp collector, cross word puzzle expert and motorcyclist. To you, Lmher, we cheerfully award the degree of Doctor of Emi nence. As a motorcyclist, anxious to cover as much erfounu as possible with the maximum discomfort, it is nevertheless true that you always obey the “Go slow. School Ahead’’ sign. You have passed examinations showing that you are otherwise normal and we are happy to honor a citizen of such outstanding virtue. • » • • DUXBERRY. Willis G.—Baker, pastry cook and master of the underwater swim. It is a great privi lege to bestow upon you one of our largest non-de tachable degrees, that cl Master cf Munificence and Debtor of Extraordinary Benevolence. Boss of one of the country’s best noon chain lunch rooms, you have made it a hard and fast rule to put the emphasis on the number of berries rather than the thickness of the crust in strawberry shortcake. Furthermore, you have, despite bitter denunciation from fellow crafts men. chosen ripe berries and had them washed. You have never skimped on the berries in a long and hon orable career and we feel that your contribution to the art of strawberry shortcake making entitles you to a notable place in history. Graf-Zep Stuff I’m crossing the ocean, mother. To Spain and Germany; I’m going to Europe, mother, But I'll be back for tea! The reason the Zep didn't stop at Havana is clear. There was no mooring over Sloppy Joe’s Bar. Congress in passing the Spanish War Vets’ Pen sion Bill over the Presidential veto had as its slogan, “Remember the Maintenance!" Motorists Taxed Twenty Million ’ For Gas State Comptroller George H. Sheppard has an nounced the total amount of four cent gasoline tax rollected for the year ending May 1 was $20,819,383.23 Yes. those who use the highways are paying for the construction and up-keep cf the highways in Texas. And why not ? Cities on the Fringe of New York Three New Jersey towns, in *9 yoa-s have increased ♦heir population bv more than a hundred per eer.4 and nine by more than fifty per cent, a majority of *hem being new-comers in the 10.000 class, and in this auto age, all these Jersey towns about the fringe of Now York show tremendous increase in population. There is a vast army of motor car commutors in the American city of today. Our Boarding House . ... By Ahern HeRrl A Package mV Word — a soli3' cup For VoU f — A COUPLE FoR me?-Hmm- I TAM CV CT J^°T, lnr^n-r 1 SOME ADMIRERS CT M.ME vHile wcj were ou-r, 2 < I -^ouari-r I jjeseruep a AAi SAiP »"T coAd-rXiLiS j . i -fRQpHV FOR sHccrTT<Uoj a A CLIP Fop VaiJR GOLt- HOLE IAi CAJE A*iP BREAKS AcHIEV/EMEAiTS . WHATJ PAR 0*1 "THE PUBLIC- COURSE ' PIP N'OlJ PO To WlAd y" ~wEGAP,THlS MAKES THE A <$<OLF CUP 2 y f siyC-TV-FlF-rH CUP I HAV/E V- wojki i\A THirT/ ' CF GOLF* _ ... . . r> | Intimate Glimpses of the Valley's Alley j -by j. r. BY B. St S. . | And a good time was had by all! They absolutely declared so. A crowd of 240 thronged Point Isabel Sunday as guests of the Har lingen Chamber of Commerce— owning unofficially the Business and Professional Women's state convention. If the opening was un official and informal, it was none the less impressive and appreciat ed. The crowd included delegates and visitors and a large number of Valiev people cooperating by fur nishing their cars for transporta tion. Everybody sawr Point Isabel via boats—boats furnished by Earl Bacon and Ed Stuart. And every body had a fish dinner at the Yacht club—and did it get over! Well, figure out cooking up a batch of hot biscuits for 240. broil ing fresh oyster “on the cob and the countless other details of a five-course dinner for a crowd that suddenly more than doubled the figure anticipated. It was wrorth sticking 'round for. The only thing, those who waited for the "second table" lamented loudly that the others were eating too long—but there was plenty for everyone. • • • At The Hotel Daisv Leake, Temple, second national vice-president, in a smart blue and yellow sport suit...Dr. Minnie Maffit of Dallas, state his torian, telling Julia O'Brien funny stories while she ate a chicken sand wich. .MrsMrs. W. T. Bolding, all in white, charming hostess for Scott and WTiite at Temple, greeting a former patient.. She remembers lot' of names and faces. .Blanche Fulgham. Valiev Federation pres ident. in navy blue and white, hat to match, shaking hands, shaking hands . Ollie Mooty. editor of Texas Woman .. .she'll get plenty to write about for next Issue...Perl Johnson. San Antonio publicity chairman—she’l! give her club an earful when she vets hack—shf* also went to Europe last year on the B. P. and W tour. Drive 700 Miles Down here to the Tip-o'-Tcxas five club women came from Sweet water. out in the wide open spaces. They came in their own automobile, leaving Fridav night They covered a distance of about 700 miles. “They" are Miss George Stiles. Mrs W W Hudson, Miss Amta Otey. Madeline Nrblett and Edna. Cordell, new chairman of the fifth district. Distance honors also go to some more clubs—those of the Texas Panhandle. Amarillo. Pampa. and Dalhnrt—Dalhart is ’way un in the “handle”. From this club is Clara Si,ter-—she’ll give some greetings to night at the formal opening. And Colorado—out where men are cow boys—many miles—sent its repre sentation. • • • At The Dinner John T. Floore in white trousers, a perfect host.. .Charles Perry of Harlingen, general escort for the ladies.. Miss Beulah Baker, school teacher from Dallas, pointed out by a former math student.. .Beth Gar rett moaning because she last her ice cream course while “gladhand ing”.. .Talk about the progressive luncheon today, particularly the watermelons at Raymondville. .Soft spoken requests for “another hot biscuit, please”...Questions on all sides about the Valley, and enthus iastic praise.. .Grapefruit badges of the Valley members. • • • Borrow I’mbrellas By their umbrelas ye shall know them, _ The San Antonio delegates—they ! march around under green and yel- ] low umbrellas which have become familiar sights at conventions. They are the official “soup and fish" vr the San Antonio Chamber of .Com merce, and that organization turn ed over the umbrellas to the Bust- j ness Women and admonished that they be furled at every opportune moment. And the green and yellow hatbands—the Alamo City believes in advertising. * * * New Record? It is believed by club officers that j ♦he attendance will set a record for I state conventions. They feel Justi- : fled in thinking it, with 150 visitors registered Saturday night, before the convention opening formally to night. “Anxious to see the Valley” they all said. The pre-convention feature of Sunday was as much a drawing card as the real convention program. • • • All Going to Mexico The entire delegation from the Becviile club will trek to Monterrey on the side tour following the con vention. They’re determined to see all there Is to see while they’re down in the Valley and on the border. There are four, Mary Wofford, Lela Sonley, Eula Frost, Mrs. H. E. Ger ecke. They are respectively, assis tant bank cashier and club presi dent; operator of “Lela’s” high school cafeteria; cashier of depart ment store and club secretary; so ciety editor of Beevilie Bee-Picayune. • • • From Fort Worth Twelve from “where the west be gins.’’ boasting the state president, Mary Jane Higgins; state corre sponding secretary, Rhoda Murray; and the following: Miss Allie Ash ford, Miss Osea Edmundson .... “farmerette . raises chickens and turkeys; Mrs. Lola Hoppe .... crack insurance seller; has received number of prizes and paid trips from her company; Mrs. Nelle Speer .... with auto company; Miss Jane Wood .. in advertising department of Sanger Bros.Miss Gladys Milbum .. organized North Fort Worth club in March, elected presi dent; Miss Georgia Moss .. chief operator of telephone exchange in South Fort Worth .. has served as 1 club president; Mrs. Blake Cravens .. chief clerk for traction company for eighteen years; Mrs. Irene Mil ler .. has interesting career _ j came to Fort Worth from Tennes see to Fort Worth Record .. has been secretary to Rotary Club ., ecretary to banker .. married news paper man .. kept hon e .. served i on numerous committees and at tended many conventions. • « • Get Up Early They’ll be early birds Tuesday morning; breakfast at Tiffin tea ■ room, Val Verde, at 7:30. Donna and Weslaco clubs will be hostesses and the emblem breakfast is one of the prettiest affairs of the conven tion program. • • • Does Miss Della Ashley of Pari: want to see the Valley? Well, she’s coming all the way from East Texas, arriving some time Monday and will leave Tuesday. She has to go back ! for “court.'’ Miss Ashley is deputy, United States Marshal, if you please, an awfully big-sounding title. And she was first a school teacher; she j now does everything from serving I papers to transporting prisoners; , but she was determined to see the 1 Valley. I' " “. * ..* .". Religion Due to Play a Big Part in North Carolina's Primary, but No One Knows Just How—Both Sie mens and His Opponent Are Dry and Lach Seeks the Church Vote. • * • BY RODNEY DITCHER NEA Service Writer RALEIGH. N. C„—Religion is an important factor in this year's North Carolina politics and re.i gious elements may be decisive in both the senatorial primaries and the election. The Catholicism of A1 Smith and John J. Raskob. which was import ant in 1928. is not playing such a direct part in the Democratic primary contest between Senator Simmons and Josiah William Bailey. Nevertheless, it is being used to some extent against Bailey under the surface. Simmons is relying on a heavy “church vote-’ to save his political skin. His people have been point ing out to the preachers of the state that the senator was loyal to the Protestant prohibition cause in 1928 when it required the utmost bravery and that a man shouldn't be defeated for that. Both Are Very Dry Bailey's record as a life-long active Baptist, on the other hand, is being emphasized by the anti Simmons faction. Bailey followers and Simmons followers, alike, are making desperate efforts to con vince the church people that their man has the best prohibition record. For North Carolina is a dry, Christian state. Even in the Lit erary Digest poll it cast a major ity for enforcement of prohibition. Demonstrating the way political campaigns are sometimes waged in North Carolina one may con sider the platform of the Rev. Henry Grady Dorsett. the first man to file for the Republican senatorial primaries. The Rev. Mr. Dorsett is a man of extraordinary versatility. He has been in Republican politics since he was 21. sometimes holding office but generally being defeated. He is now both pastor of a cotton mill church and operator of a hotel at Waek Forest. He is also some thing of a cobbler and a lawyer. In his anpea! to the voters the Rev. Mr. Dorsett features an en dorsement by the Rev. J. C. Canipe of the Siler City Baptist Church, which describes him as “deeply consecrated to the Kingdom of God on earth.” "I am a poor man with no rich buddie to back me, and therefore cannot set up a great organiza , Mon." says the Rev. Mr. Dorsett I in his statewide appeal. “I do not claim nor care for anyone else to claim any great thing for me. “By the grace of God, I am what I am, or ever expect to be, one from among my brothers anu listers. 1 am going to depend on you in every hook and corner o: our great s^ate to vote and get your friends to vote; and shall | and out who worked hard and did j iheir duty and put us across to- ! gether. I shall certainly stand by and never forget my friends. This | is the reason I put us into the ; primary. Everybody is somebody | in the Republican party. Christian ■ citizenship is our highest, noblest j and holiest relationship in this : great, glorious and freest govern- j ment on earth, which under God : we are privileged to live and be a j part of. “First Corinthians 3:9: ’For we are laborers together with God.’ | \ly claim is that the religion of j our Lord Jesus Christ should go j into everything, everywhere, all the j time. I am absolutely willing to j stake my chances in the campaign ! and everything to follow on my j Master's statement in His great j Sermon on the Mount (Matthew 6:33>, Seek ye first the Kingdom ! of God and His righteousness; and all these things shall be added ! unto you.’” "I believe in the right kind of organizations for everybody and | everything, when they are shot ! through with righteousness. I have never tasted liquor of any ! kind, have always voted and i preached against it, and am more set in my ways than ever. Try the lawyer-preacher for the next six years, and see what we | can do for North Carolina and the with our great president, Herbert ' Hoover. If I am elected you will see a new day dawn upon the Re publican party in North Carolina, j He Asks for Prayers “May I ask you for a greater contribution than all the money j that could be given to anyone? Will you try to truly pray that God's will shall prevail, that He may be glorified in his Son, our Savtous? John 14:13. He says. ‘And whatsoever ye shall ask in My name, that will I do, that the ! Father may be glorified in the Son.’ I believe that eternity alone will be able to reveal the multiplied thousands who shall be bessed in every way.” The chorus of the Dorsett cam paign song goes: “There will be a landslide, there will be a cloudburst. A tumble and a rush to vote the ticket first. - — 1— — "" . — . Out Our Way.By Williams j WOu MA^E \ # ME TiRED, \ • Wl^Tt-A 1v4 AT €mDPT j / OF ^OM<bE.MSE. . J WOO vE GOT \ woof MAmOS V . FREE 7 KJOW VS/HAT \ GOOD DOES »T / \ OO woo ? wv wT [ -.V oo woo OO r J \ V/sjrTH Ti-AEMf y___ * ^ W/hW NA0"tV\E.CxET C3’P?AVY. Ct93» BY NCA StWVKr inici wta. u » orr. _ _ __ J I PARADE 1 -BY— EVELYN CAMPBELL | VTNU 8erv'~« < Copyright by Evelyn C**npb»!l > Fourteenth Installment "The right of love,” he said stub bornly, and then he told her what she had known all along she would hear. All about his swift love for her and the wonder she was to him and the dreams he lind had for them both. AH the foolery that men believe when they speak It to the one woman rnd forget so easily. But ns Brian told It, It was very true and real and Linda had to shut her eyes tightly to hide her tears and her lips more tightly still to keep from saying that she be lieved It all and would take her chance like any other woman. That was what she had meant to say a few hours ago—but not now! "Well, then—" she cried desper ately, for she was nearly to the end, “what must I say—that you amused me for a little while and thut It Is all over? I cannot laugh at you any longer. It Is all too absurd. Because 1 have been kind to you. Try to see how ridiculous It Is. Could you give me anything like this;” She lifted the pearls and held them before him. For so long they had been a part of her play that the gesture came natural ly. The pearls were a defense. She could hide behind them as she had before. lie stopped ner wun a iook. ne was stupefied by the situation which was developing into tragedy for him. It seemed impossible that she could b» saying these things that were hurrying them aphrt. The whole scene began to be night marish to him. The pale woman who was insulting him so determin edly could not he the I.inda who yesterday had blushed and smiled under his eyes. There must be something that would explain this madness and make it clear. "Linda,” he said softly, “won't you tell me what it mean®?” He thought her lips quivered; he thought she was about to speak and then the swiftest change of all came over her. She was looking beyond him and her eyes dilated and then turned to lee a® if nil the tenderness had gone out of her forever. “Is there to be an end to this? I would like to po hack. I would like to dance.” Nothing could be colder than her voice. And now he saw that she meant It. This Incredible scene was based upon something deeper than pique. He began to be afraid. “Yon mean that I've been wrong to hope—to believe that you love me?” “More than that.” She stood up making ready to go. It was near ly over now. Soon she would be free. “If you have believed that, you have been more presumptuous than I thought. You had no right to think of me at all. You have made an absurd error—your vanity is responsible for that, no doubt. But—1 am tired now. I must go back—go back—” Behind him a face suddenly ap peared in the banked greenery at the end of the room. That face, expressionless and unmoved, seemed to be sending her a mes sage from lips mute as one of the bronzes that brooded from their half-concealed pedestals. She tried to keep the dread from her own face but It escaped In a little cry smothered at her lips. There was a sharp rattling sound. The rope of pearls had broken in her twist ing fingers and the released stones showered In a milky rain upon the floor, rolling everywhere. Brian Anstey bent instinctively to collect them and felt a Jarring scrunch beneath his foot. He looked and saw a fine powder min ded frith larger particles where two of the pearls had been. Si lently be gathered the debris Into bis hand, shifting It about. It was very plain. The pearls were imita tion—not too pood a one at that— not worth stooping to recover. He looked at her then anil saw her watching him with a strange ex pression, holding the broken strand against her breast. “I'm sorry—” But It was not for the broken stuff in his hand that he was sorry. She twisted her mouth In a sort of smile. “You have the truth you were asking for a while ago . . .” she said. “I'm a share—like my pearls. I’m false, you know. Wom en like myself can’t afford to love —it’s much too expensive. . . . Or If we do it must be some one who can make these real.” . . . Fhe touched the poor beads that clung to her bosom as If they hated to “Women Like Myself Can't Afford to Love—lt’» Much Too Expen sive.” leave there; then with contempt she released the string and let them fall. “Why wouldn’t you let it stand as it was? It was so much prettier. . . .** She turned away slowly and left him. He saw her silhouette slen der and slightly drooping but alto gether lovely as she moved away among the green arms of the palms to the open golden door of the hall room. She left him casually as if he were worth no better parting lhan that CHAPTER XI "There la No One.” THEY left the hotel by the serv ice elevator and an obscure eait. Linda had changed to a street dress while the man waited outside her j door. There had been no exclte | ment about it though a house de tective came and hovered about uneasily, claiming the wardrobe trunk with a sort of triumph. The two men whispered together while she dressed and she could hear scraps of their conversation through the open transom. Such things happen every day. they said. It was a common occurrence for people to “heat” hotels—nearly al ways they wore “good looker*," also. But the law was making It pretty serious—the new laws— they couldn’t get away with It any more, and the law had r.o merey. Mercy! That v. :is not strictly true. The man who fame for her had mercy. He had allowed her to go down and break ruthlessly with Brian before Brian could ruin himself o\er her. She knew what would hove happened if Brian had heard about her first! In spite of her misery this thought sent a lit tle wave of warmth and happ ness over her. lie would have bee® true. When she enme out of her room she was white hut entirely com posed and Detective Jimmy O’Hara was politely thankful to tier for not making a scene. It was a bad night, slippery with light falling sleet, and taxis moved like careful ghosts, feeling their way along on clanking chain*, len der a street light the officer saw her waxen profile outlined egaii “You’re sure there ain’t a gf_ tleman you'd ask to see you through this?” he muttered clum sily. He had asked that question before and she had told him no. Rut he had known women to take that stand often—declare utter frfendlessnoss when they had an army of rich relations. Women in trouble were a lot like birds—they flattered and tried to fight off the hand that was helping them. Con trarily he persisted: "That young fellow—he’d a been glad to hack you up If you hadn’t bawled him VUl BU BI1UU„. That made her smile—a queer twisted lift of her drawn lip, “Did I? Was It really strong?’’ she ques tioned with a curious childish ness. Ofilcer Jimmy scratched his square head. “If a dame ever talked thatnway to me I’d have passed her up in the first five sec onds." He ruminated: “But he hung on like a hull pup. You couldn’t hardly shake him of?.” Her head sank forward and he heard her sigh. This affected him strangely. Policemen must guard themselves closely against pity and he cof fined his to kids and stray kittens. For women like this one —golddiggers, confidence molls—he should have no feeling whatever. But he slipped a glance at her and found that her profile—the delicate outline he had marveled at—was now In shadow. She was a dull blur In the corner of the cab. but one hard, hare a little above the wrist, lay on the cushions between them, and in the semi-gloom It looked dead white and limp. He wondered If she had fainted. “It’s a had night under the wheels,’* he said to try her out. “I hone wo don’t bump another car.**' 1 She did not answer though be j knew she heard and at that mo ment the car did skid and her weight was thrown against him. He grasped her hand to steady her. She turned her head slightly and spoke. “You were very good t<» let me go down.” That embarrassed him. “T hated to hang around, lady, listenin’ to you an’ your sweetie, but I had to keep you in sight.” “Why—do you call him that?" His embarrassment grew; he hadn’t meant to use Just that word to her. but there didn’t seem to be any other. “Well, anybody could see that he was—that you wa«— Anyway. I had to he there. I felt kinda foolish.” “I know. You have to watch peo ple who are—arrested.” She tore the word from her throat, but once spoken her head went up. “It was your duty.” It made them both feel better. “I wish you'd let your friend" know about this,’’ O’Hara persisted. ' Ex cuse me, ma'am, but I don’t think you know !.<>\v !■> r;:* • ness like this. There’s got to somebody—" “There Is no one,” she Intern ed with a touch of lmp:ttien«-e. (TO BE CONTINUED) And well make the grand break on June the seventh sure. And you cannot bring us down, no matter what you do!” Obviously, the Rev. Mr. Dorsett doesn't believe that God is on the side of the strongest political machines. An average sized oak tree evap orates about 150 gallons of water in a single summer day. or about 225,000 gallons in its five active summer months. Bad weather, a crop insurance ex pert recently estimates, costs the United States $2 620,000.000 a year. The steam turbine has been plied to the railway locomotiv Germany. A sparrow's wings make tin: | strokes a second while flying. Nevada has the smallest popula tion of any state.