Brownsville herald. [volume], October 26, 1933, Page FOUR, Image 4

About Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current

Image provided by: University of North Texas; Denton, TX

                
®!f Snmmsufllc IkralO
Established July 4, 1892
. - - ■—»' —
Published every afternoon (except Saturday) and Sunday morning.
Entered as second-class matter In the Postoffice,
Brownsville, Texas
THE BROWNSVILLE HERALD PUBLISHING COMPANY
1283 Adams St, Brownsville. Texas
Subscription Rates—Daily and Sunday:
One Tear . $9.00
Six Months . 84-50
Three Months ...... $2.25
One Month . .75
TEXAS DAILY PRESS LEAGUE
National Advertising Representative
Dallas. Texas, 512 Mercantile Bank Building.
Kansas City, Mo, 306 Coca-Cola Building.
Chicago, 111, 180 North Michigan Avenue.
Los Angeles, Cal, Room 1015 New Orpheum Bldg, 846 8. Broadway.
New York, 370 Lexington Avenue.
St. Louis. 503 Star Building.
San Francisco, Cal, 318 Kohl Building.
An Important Step in Prohibition Repeal
Repeal of the eighteenth amendment, arriving with
a speed few people in America thought possible, does not
•imply mark the end of a great experiment. It also marks
the beginning of a new one, and it is going to be very
easy for us to make just as many mistakes with the new
as we did with the old.
For'this reason the Rockefeller plan for liquor con
trol is an extremely valuable thing. Whether or not we
accept the solutions it offers for the various phases of the
liquor problem, it at least serves to remind us that simply
repealing the prohibition law is only half of the job.
We have tried one method of meeting the liquor is
sue and we have found that it didn’t work. Now we must
try some other method; and the suggestions in the Rock
efeller plan can be very useful in helping us to make
up our minds.
The best point, perhaps, is the one which the Rock
efeller plan emphasizes most strongly—that it would be
wise to make a clear distinction between the kind of con
trol that is needed for beer and wine and the kind that
is needed for hard liquor.
It is suggested, in fact, that the sale of beer be al
most unrestricted, and that very liberal rules be set up
to govern the sale of wine. On the other hand, very
stringent regulations for the sale of whiskey and other
distilled liquors are recommended.
Let beer, in other words, be sold by almost anybody
who cares to get a license. Let wine be served freely
with meals in hotels, restaurants and cafes. Confine the
sale of hard liquor to a few’ carefully chosen retailers,
for consumption in the buyer’s own home.
Needless to say, no such plan as this is going to
satisfy everybody. The prohibitionist will find it too lib
eral; the man who looks back fondly to the old days
will find it too strict.
But it does serve as an excellent point of departure
for discussions of the liquor control problem. It recog
nizes the perfectly obvious fact that beer and wine pres
ent one kind of problem, while distilled liquors present
another.
Probably we shall have to spend a long time exper
imenting before we find a truly satisfactory control plan.
The important thing is that we get busy now studying
what kind of plan looks most sensible. The Rockefeller
report can help us very greatly in that study.
Philippine Independence
The Filipino independence issue evidently is going
to be with us again this winter. Both Houses of the Fil
ipino legislature have turned down the Hawes-Cutting
act, and the whole problem thus is tossed back in the lap
of Congress.
The Filipinos objected to the Hawes-Cutting act
chiefly because it seemed to promise the form of indepen
dence without the substance. What they want is a straight
out independence measure, with no strings attached. If
we are going to let them go, it would seem that a quick
and complete severance would be the logical way to do
it.
It is more than possible that this is just the kind
of measure the coming Congress will pass. If so, the
country at last will redeem a solemn pledge which was
ignored for more than a quarter century.
New York
_Letter
BY PAUL HARRISON
NEW YORK.—Back-stage snoop
ing: The theatrical eating and
drinking situation is becoming
acute again. Not that the custom
ers are pulling at flasks or shell
ing peanuts; they haven’t brought
their lunches since “Strange in
terlude.” It's the actors themselves.
There's scarcely a show but has Its
groaning board and its brimming
decanter, and night after night
and two matinees a week the per
formers have to eat the same
things, and sip the same insipid
potions, and simulate enjoyment..
There’s a certain amount of
drinking done in all—well, all but
one or two—of the plays and mu
sical comedies. Water colored
with caramel, most of it, but oc
casionally iced tea or coffee. The
cast of the operetta. “Champagne
Sec,” is fairly swimming in the
quarts of fake fizz that have to
be consumed all through the show
—and every- one of them constant
ly apprehensive lest he choka on a
mouthful..,.
Joe Cook’s maniaeomedv makes
martyrs of its players too, for
it's laid about Rector’s and Nig
ger Mike's saloon. Mr. Cook him
self has to down a 52-ounce stem
of beer—and go right on talking..
As for eating, when Mrs. Pat-1
rick Campbell and her merry crew ■
pretended to gorge on bacon and I
eggs, they really ate canned
peaches and sliced tongue ...
However, the best stige meal !
served hereabout is at Eugene
O'Neill's “Ah, Wilderness" I he
Theater Guild has gone In lor
realism to the extent of actuallv |
providing soup, blue fish and lob
ster for George M. Cohan and com
pany. An arrangement has been
made with an Eighth Avenue res
taurant to have seven portions of
Tish and soup, and four lobsters,
brought to the stage door right on
the dot of the dinner scene. The
actors will tell you that lobster
is not a dish to enjoy while trying
to remember one’s lines. And the
restaurant man, who gets $60 a
week for the catering, is worrying
himself into a frenzy for fear his
waiter will be late some night, or
go to the wrong theater or some
thing.
» • »
Dressing Room Informality
The average playgoer might be
disappointed by - the dearth of
luxury and formality about the
average star dressing room af'er
a successful play has been launch
ed. A mirror; a couple of lighrs.
often unshaded; a few letters anc
telegrams, grease-paint and cigar
ets on the table; costumes and
street clothes hung together on a
rod; newspapers about; people
strolling in and out leisurely chat
ting_Sometimes there’s a sur
prise, though. In Dave Chasen's
dressing room there's a cozy bar.
In Joe Cook’s you try to hang your
ccat os a rubber hook, then sit
on a chair that bounces violently
when he presses a button.
One melodrama. “Doable Door,”
1* holding tryouts for poodle dogs.
Seems it ran’t fine one willing to
trot across the stage without
stopping to take a bow.... And
“Hold Your Horses” will soon be
needing a ne-v Miss Frothingham.
which is the name of the kitten
produced each night from a cock
tail shaker. The present Miss
Frothingham is growing up.
• • •
Youthful Veteran
Going back to the dressing rooms
again; Seeing Marilyn Miller in or
out of make-up. it’s almost im
possible to believe that she made
her Broadway bow in the Passing
Show of. 1914_And it’s a curious
fact that George M Cohan, head
man of the American stage, uses
no make-up at all....
• • •
Consider the Stagehands!
This is probably just a theatri
cal folk-tale, but it’s being told
now about a certain acidulous pro
ducer and a fiery young actress
recently in rehearsal. Seems that
the actress had done, over and
over again, some throbbing lines
in a saccharine love scene. Sud
denly she broke off In the middle
of them and swore—bitterly and
expressively. Said the producer,
sitting far back in the darkened
orchestra: “Please—my dear! Re
member there are stagehands pres
ent!”
Ancient Babylonians began their
day at sunrise, the Jews and Greeks
at sunset, but the Egyptians and
Romans began it at midnight as
most modern people do.
'Out Our Way.. . By Williams
( WHAT 'ER YA CUTTiw' BREAD PER, Y~ YEAH-YOU TWO AR£ THRU f )
1 MAW? VME’RE ALL THRU SUPPER* l THAT£ JUST \T! YOURE THRU
- A EA<lKi<a, ANk you’re almost thru /
WITH THE pishes f You'll be out
PLAYING .SHORTLY. I'M JUST GtOIkKa
TO HAV^ ASAMDViVCH.... A FEVO
, Bites iu PEACE,vonHoar am c
[ACLOMPAHIMEMT OEALOTOF AR&UIMa* J
-
PIECEMEAL CUMBWAMWICtlK. WKtt.Wt.Wtr.0fr. 1
The World At
a Glance
By LESLIE EICHEL
By LESLIE EICHEL
Central Press Staff Writer
"Why don't you write <rf the
small town?’* aomeone asks
‘That’s America."
Yes, to a degree the small town
remains America. But the whole
nation these days reflects the ac
tions of Washington and New
York. Yet, for this particular col
umn, we shall write of a small
town's point of view.
Several times within a year I
have visited Cochranton, a town
of 728 persons, in the northwest
ern part of Pennsylvania.
Cochranton remains in its phy
sical aspects as It was a half
century ago. It has refused to be
stampeded into the future.
Beauty
One obtains in Cochranton an
elemental sense of beauty. No
large structures hide the hills, the
sky, the small river.
There is a beyond the horiaon,
truly enough, a Meadville, an
Erie, even a Pittsburgh, a Cleve
land. a Harrisburg. But to most
folk the earth is contained in that
visioned space between the hills.
I went to many a place in Coch
ranton to obtain the point of
view, to broaden my own city
bred mind. I went to the owner
of the largest store, to the leading
barber shop, to the photographer s
gallery, to the publisher of the
weekly newspaper, to the hotel
keeper, to the filling station pro
prietor, and to people who didn't
have jobs at all.
For a long, long time I have
been studying what I heard in
Cochranton.
And now I have come to the
conclusion that It all boils down
to this: There are two modes of
living. In one. man takes his time,
earns little or much, but goes to
his death as a Being, as a Trem
endous Entity of the community.
In the other mode, man rushes
through life, earns little or much,
and is largely a nuisance when he
dies.
That is the difference between
Cochranton and New York.
m m m
Life Is Sweeter
Life is a battle wherever one
lives.
It is sweeter, however, to those
who live in the Cochrantons. In
dividual suffering becomes a com
munity affair.
“Everybody knows everyone's
business "—but human beings en- ;
jo that, it makes them feel im
portant. The Great, the Impor-1
tant are whispered about, aren’t I
they?
Money isn't as plentiful. Well,
that makes for less greed.
Politics is discussed vehemently.
Well, that makes for understanding
—an understanding incidentally
that few New Yorkers achieve.
World problems are misunder
stood with equal vehemence. But
no people understands another, so
we shall dismiss that for some cen
turies or scores of centuries to
come.
The Parmer’s problem is an is
sue that must be solved, and
therefor* requires sharp discussion
—but it remains as unsolved as it
was in great-great grandfather's
day.
Schools are costing too much—
but it's a shame the way teachers
are treated.
Taxes—ah. there IS a subject
will ruin everybody . . .
But. wait! What's this we hear?
Heated discussions over the pros
pects of various colleges—in foot
ball!
No, sir. if you desire to get into
trouble proper, just you take a hand
in that discussion. ,
The NRA may be the leading
topic of discussion in newspapers,
and among these New York finan
ciers, but in the Cochrantons of
the land it's the local football
teams.
(Nevertheless, it was only today
! was riding down an elevator in
New York and a man was terribly
excited -over the contest of two
high school teams in Brooklyn. So
can it be that we all are Cochran
toners, or small towners, at heart)
• • •
Album
I passed an evening in Cochran
ton looking at an old family album.
In my business a picture is old if
it is an hour late. In the album
one never looks forward. One sighs
for other days.
When we are tired, the past
seems sweet.
• • •
Newspaper
For 55 years the Cochranton
rimes has appeared once a week.
Robison Brothers are proprietors.
I have an issue before me and I
read a queer notice in these NRA
times:
"Announcement was made in
Franklin that the postoffice will be
closed at 1 p. m., on Saturdays,
during the fall and winter months.
The postmaster states this action
is taken because of further reduc
tions in the postoffice force and the
enforcement of strict economy
measures.”
Then, in editorial paragraphs I
read of a misfortune:
•"For 50 years Mrs. Adam Wal- !
ters. aged 90, of Pittsburgh, treas
ured a $2.50 gold piece given her
as a birthday present. Answering
the government s call for gold, she
sent the coin, dated 1852. to a bank, j
It proved to be counterfeit.”
• • %
Interviews
I once gathered many interview's
in Cochranton. But a New York
editor-friend of mine said: "No,
no! One must write interpretative,
cross-section articles these days
You’ve got to picture Cochranton
as you see it.”
I can t make out now whether
I’ll be permitted to visit Cochran
ton again. But maybe I shall, if I
tell how beautiful the view is from
the Meadville - Cochranton road,
about midway. I can imagine the
colors now!
A Philadelphia bank, closed 37
years ago, still had more than
$30,000 of Its deposits unclaimed.
Now banks closed only since last
March have millions in . deposits
still ciahned.
• • •
A Londoner died two minutes
after the time he had predicted
for his death. Death may be late,
but it never disappoints.
Daily Health
_ Talk _
Tight garters may be the only
means of sujmorting your hose, but
don't wear them If you're subject
to varicose veins. Use a garter
belt or attach your hose to your
undies, instead.
The reason for this warning is
that the gar. -s choke off what lit
tle blood flow there is through the
already swollen veins and so make
the condition more serious.
Varicose veins result when you
have to stand long on your feet, or
when other weaknesses arise in the
tissues. Stout persons particularly |
are subject to this, trouble.
And if one who is overweight
has a job that requires him to stay
mostly on his feet, he either should
try to get some other kind of fork
or at least arrange to sit down for
certain periods during the day.
The cause of varicose veins is in
efficient action of their valves, and
this comes about from the pressure
of the blood, enhanced by long
standing on the feet or other weak
nesses.
Sometimes varicose veins are the
result of pressure within the ab
domen. due to overweight or the
accumulation of fat. Or the swell
ing veins may be associated with
the growth of tumors in the ab
domen and sometimes with child
birth.
Frequently lack of exercise will
have much to do with this condi
tion. There is a generally lowered
tone of the muscular system and
the entire Wood vessel system.
Therefore, to relieve varicose
veins, you should get out into the
open air. Take mild exercises oc
casionally and do everything else
that is necessary to prevent stag
nation and accumulation of fluid
in the tissues.
There is much less chance for
varicose veins in those who are
thin than in stout persons.
• • •
When the valves of tne veins are
destroyed, there is a tendency for
fluid to accumulate in the tissues.
If the varicose eins have lasted a
long time, this fluid tends to
SINCE THE GOOD OLD DAYS SEEM TO BE COMING BACK
Vrwmhi «"/
‘Mlf TOM'S
I CA0IN I
r.
What I'D
like To s6s
NEXT IS A
REVIVAL OF
THE OLP
FASHlO^EO
TAK QlLl
I
thicken the tissues, and the re
moval of the affected vessels will
not relieve the condition.
Specialists, therefore, recommend 1
the wearing of supports in the form
of light elastic bandages which now
are easily available through various
drug stores and supply houses.
Watsonville. Calif., jurors refused
to accept fees In two trials amd
waived traveling expenses
means of cutting public expenses.
BEGIN HERE TODAY
BOB WESTON, son ot a mil
Ilnnalre, Is la love with JOAN
WARING. Memphis girl. Bob has
come ts Memphis In eoaaectlea
with hla father’s new tea tils
plant. He first saw Joss oa the
train when she was returning
home from eallegc beeaase at bar
family’s financial difficulties.
The Warlngs have little money.
Joan's father, a member of aa
arlstoeratle family, killed himself
years before. MRS. WARING longs
for her daaghters to bavo tbe so>
elal poaitioa denied ber. Joan’s
alstev, Pat, two years yoaager.
levee pleasure and pretty clothes.
Sbe ts fafatnnted with JERRY
FORRESTER, son of her employ,
cr.
BARBARA COl'RTNEY, a ao>
*lety girl whom Boh haew la New
York. In scheming to win him.
Barbara Invites Bob to a boose
party given by CAROL SHERI.
DAN. At first bo refuses to go,
beeaase ot plans wbleb Include
Joan. Barbara maneuvers to la.
elude Joan la tbe party aa that
Boh will change his mind. Shs
hopes that he will be dlsllla.
sloaed when he learns Joan does
aot belong to tbeir crowd.
Joan accepts tbe Invitation
with aoma misgivings.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
CHAPTER X
My^fELL. here we are!" Bob said
as he deftly swung the car
into a wide driveway over which
arched the branches of enormous
oak trees. "It’s a lovely old place,
isn’t it, Joan?"
"Lovely,'’ she agreed. The beauty
of Rosewood Manor was actually
breath-taking. The scene before
them was like an exquisite setting
from a motion picture of the old
south. Huge trees framed the
spacious colonial home, white with
green shutters. Large columns ex
tended to the root Comfortable
looking chairs, swings and benches
were scattered about the wide ver
anda. Truly It was a beautiful
home. Adding a final touch to the
charming scene were hundreds of
Jonquils braving the brisk March
weather and lining the driveway.
The car was coming to a stop.
Bob switched off the ignition and
climbed out.
"Wonder where everyone is?" he
asked. Just then the wide, front
door swung open and a group of
young people came out
“Hello, Bob! Thought you’d
never get here. We’ve been delay
ing our horse-back ride tor almost
an hour, waiting for you two slow
pokes." the darkest and smallest
of the three girls drowled.
Joan noticed, with a sudden mis
giving, that they were all dressed
in riding clothes. Then she real
ized that l^ob was Introducing her.
“This is Joan Waring," be an
nounced with a tittle note of pride
in his voice. "Joan, this ia Carol
Sheridan, our hostess."
Carol, the tiny, dark girl whom
Joan bad alreadv noticed, made a
little bow. “I’m so glad you could
come.” she tcld Joan
“Barbara Courtney, Joan." Joan
turned tiowly to see a slender girl
with red-gold hair, very blue eyee
and nnusu&lly fair skin. So this
was Barbara! This girl who was
»s exquisite and dainty as a Dres
den dolt
*
"Cct into your riding thingssaid Barbara. "That’s an impatient
bunch downstairs."
/-'•AROL introduced tho others:
Sally Blake, a tall girl, rather
striking looking, with intelligent
dark eyes; Fred Nelson who had
red hair and humorous blue eyes;
Jim Warfield, dark and handsome;
and Charlie Ross, a large blond
youth whom Joan immediately de
cided could be no other than the
all-American tackle.
Mrs. Sheridan, a charming, eld
erly woman, welcomed them at the
door. A colored butler and a trim
colored maid appeared and gath
ered up the luggage—Bob's two
handsome leather bags and Joan’s !
small suitcase, supplemented by a
bat box She had used them tor
three years, and they had been in
expensive when they were pur
chased the year she entered oollege.
Nothing had seemed important
to Joan then except the educational
opportunity before her.
The group was standing In a
spacious hail with a wide, curving
stairway. On the right was a large
living room with rich, soft rugs
and deep chairs and divans. A log
tire glowed in the fireplace. Above
the mantel hung a portrait At
each side of another door, opening
into the music room, were book
shelves reaching from the ceiling
to the floor
Through the open doorway Joan
saw more young people, dressed for
riding. Sensitive to beauty, she
had taken in the surroundings dur
ing the brief moment while Bob
chatted with Mra Sheridan.
Upstairs in the beautiful bed
room with its ivory panelled walla,
tall mirror door and bowls of
white and yellow roses Joan's
shabby luggage seemed even more
conspicuous. It was in sharp con
trast with Barbara’s small trunk
and matching traveling accessories
—a leather case filled with toilet
articles, a hat box, a large salt
case.
• • •
gARBARA, it seemed, was shar
ing this room with Joan. It
adjoined Carol's bed room and a
dainty bath between served both
rooms.
"Get into your riding things.**
said Barbara. “That is an Im
patient bunch downstairs."
% "I didn’t bring riding clothes,"
Joan said slowly. She had thought
there might be need for them bat,
after examining the old suit she
had worn at Holbrook Hall, she
had decided it was too hopelessly
shabby.
"Perhaps we coaid find some
thing to fit you. I’ll ask Mrs. Sher
idan.” Barbara spoke doubtfully.
"No, please don’t.’’ Joan said.
'Tve been driving since morning.
I’ll lust rest a while and then
ramble about this beautiful old
placet Please don’t bother.*
“Well, If you’re sure you don’t
mind,” said Barbara. She went out
closing the door behind her. At the
foot of the stairway she met Bob.
“Where’s Joan?” be asked.
"She’s awfully tired.” Barbara
said. "She's going to rest before
dinner."
“Rest?" Bob said blankly.
“Yes. she said the trip tired her.
What poor company you must have
been!” Barbara added lightly.
Bob frowned. Joan had not
seemed tired. She had appeared
to be gay and happy. He had been
having a wonderful time and had
supposed she felt the same way.
Deliberately he had prolonged the
trip because of the excitement of
making it with her. The trip
around Clarksdale had taken an
extra half hour.
All the time he had been fight?
ing the desire to tell her how dear
and companionable she was, how
much he loved her. He knew he
was sentimental and romantic but
he had an idea that the surround
ings should be appropriate when
he told Joan how he felt A pub
lic highway where attention was
constantly being diverted wasn't a
suitable place. What he had to say
was too Important to risk inter
ruptions by road hogs, a blow-out
or some similar nuisance.
"Oh, don’t look so depressed!”
Barbara said, laughing up at him,
crinkling her nose upon which aev
Serai freckles were sprinkled be
comingly. "There are others who
appreciate your powers of enter?
tainment”
Bob swung up the stairs without
answering. He returned In a few
minutes, wearing riding togs.
Joan heard the gay voices as the
riders halted along the drive un
der her window. She went to the
window and looked down. Barbara
and Bob were riding in front How
well they looked together! Bar
bara wore a tan riding habit and
the sun, falling on her bare head,
brought out the lights in her red
gold hair.
Suddenly she flung back her head
and challenged, "Bob and I will
race the rest of you!” She dashed
ahead. Bob following.
• • •
JOAN heard Carol’s amused voice.
"Clever! They’ve been dying to
shake us. Haven’t bad a moment
alone since Bob came.'*
A man’s voice asked, "Oh, are
they supposed to be that way?”
"Well, of course!*
"Then why did he bring the com-k.
petition along?” -W*
"It was a date he couldn’t get
out ot You know how such things
are." The low tones were clearly
audible through the half-open
window.
Joan flamed with resentment. So
that was what they believed! She
moved away, resentment fading.
She was feeling only very lonely
and very desolate. Instinct had
not failed her. She had known be
forehand that she should not coma
Perhaps they had not really ex
pected she would.
Joan felt that she didn't belong
with these girls who had never
known responsibility or worry,
whose lives were so beautifully
ordered and arranged for them.
She felt alien in this room filled
with Barbara's possesslona The
dressing table was dotted with
Jars and bottles of expensive cos
metics and Barbara’s handsome sil
ver toilet articlea Joan laid her
own comb and brush and powder
bos beside them bravely. A lump
was in her throat
She bad a sudden feeling of
panic, a feeling of Impending dis
aster. Something was threatening
the happiness she had believed
secura Oh. why bad she come?
She left the room and went
downstairs to walk in the beautiful
garden she had seen from a
window.
As she stepped out on the porch
a young man with a dark, eager
face arose from a swing and came
toward her. "Hello,” he said.
(To Be Continued)
---dJ