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THURSDAY, MARCH 5, 1942
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SYNOPSIS
CHAPTER I—Karen Waterson. convinced
by her lawyer. John Colt, that she has a
claim to the island estate and fortune of
her grandfather, Garrett Waterson, arrives
in Honolulu to attempt to gam control of the
property. Here she meets Richard Wayne,
or Tonga Dick, as he is known throughout
the South Pacific. He is a member of the
Wayne family that has been in control of
her grandfather's island, Alakoa, since the
old man's disappearance. Although Tonga
Dick knows who she is, Karen attempts to
conceal her identity from him. Dick offers
to take her sailing and she accepts.
CHAPTER II—Dick goes to the home of
his half-brothers. Ernest and Willard, for a
conference regarding their interest in Ala
koa. In the course of their discussion it is
revealed that the Wayne family obtained
the island for a small sum and under the
direction of the boys' uncle. James Wayne,
it has been developed to where it has as
sets of around three million dollars. The
Waynes are worried that Karen may have
a good clcim to the island.
CHAPTER III—Next day as Dick takes
Karen sailing she learns that he knows who
she is and that he is taking her to Alakoa.
She wants to go back to Honolulu but he
refuses to take her.
CHAPTER IV—Although she is thrilled
by the sight of the deep water island, Ala
koa. Karen is afraid of what awaits her
here. Dick finds that his uncle. James
Wayne, is very ill. When Dick sees him,
James Wayne is upset over the pending
suit for the island and tells Dick he will
under no circumstances come to a settle
ment
CHAPTER V—Dick tries to get Karen to
reach a compromise for settling the status
of Alakoa. but she will have none of it and
tells him to discuss the matter with John
Colt, her lawyer. She also tells him that
a native house-girl, Lilua, is romantically
interested in him. He laughs this off.
CHAPTER VI—That night during a storm.
James Wayne is found dead at his desk.
Dick realizes that he has died from over
work but believes some sort of shock must
have been the immediate cause. He be
lieves Karen was with his uncle at the time
of his death. Dick now decides to take
Karen back to Honolulu.
CHAPTER VH—On the way back Dick
tells Karen he loves her. They discuss
plans for disposing of her claim to the island
and she tells him that the matter must be
settled with Colt. They quarrel over this
and on reaching Honolulu part on unfriendly
terms, each decided to make a fight for
Alakoa. While Karen is telling John Colt
about her experiences with Tonga Dick she
discovers that Colt too is in love with her.
CHAPTER VIII—Dick Wayne attempts a
compromise with John Colt and when his
offer is refused he warns the lawyer that
his case is washed up and the end of Karen's
Pacific adventure is in sight. Dick then
goes to Alakoa and examines the books of
the island property and learns that over a
long period of time James Wayne had been
paying out large sums of money for ‘‘old
debts.” He calls a conference with his
brothers.
Now go on with the story.
“Except possibly,” Tonga Dick
suggested mildly, “your own un
trustworthiness. Though I might add
one other secondary reason ...”
His brothers ignored the insult.
“But of course,” Ernest said with
sarcasm, “he confided in you.”
“I ran into Garrett Waterson
while I was knocking around the
South Seas,” Dick’ explained. “Lat
er, Uncle Jim found it convenient
to have me carry certain messages
to Barrett Waterson. That’s all
there was to that.”
“Messages? What messages?”
There was no reason for holding
back anything now. He had been
employed by old Garrett Waterson
on condition of complete secrecy as
to Waterson’s whereabouts, identity
—even his very existence. He had
decided to break that pledge, rather
than permit John Colt to seize Ala
koa in the name of Karen Waterson
or anyone else but now that Gar
rett Waterson had come into the
open of his own accord, that consid
eration was abolished.
“For a long time I didn’t know’
what messages,” Dick told them. ‘‘I
believe I know now.”
They failed to catch him up on
that, and the oversight emphasized
their bewilderment.
“But why on earth,” Ernest de
manded, “should he have wished to
hide himself? That’s the mystery
here.”
“There’s no mystery about it,”
Dick declared. “The only reasons
his actions look mysterious to you is
that they were perfectly simple.
Garrett Waterson was always a man
of violent temperament. Everything
he did was in terms of violent ex
tremes the projects he attempted,
the fights he got into—even his eat
ing and drinking—everything was
always on a spectacular scale with
him. When he was overtaken by
ultimate ruin, his reaction to that
was violent too. He left Alakoa,
and Hawaii, in a tremendously bit
ter state of mind. He wanted to get
away from the past, and from the
part of the Pacific that he knew,
and never again see anyone who
had known him. And he carried out
his attitude in terms of violent ex
treme, just as he had always done
everything else. That’s all there
was to that. What’s complicated
about it?”
“It’s fantastic,” Ernest declared.
“It’s completely unreasonable. I
never heard of anything like it.”
“That’s because you never hear
of anything that happens in the
world outside Alakoa,” Dick said.
“You don't even take part in the life
of Honolulu. If you did, you would
know that Garrett Waterson’s reac
tion to his financial collapse is a
very common sort of thing. Very
often men jump out of skyscrapers,
or shoot themselves, or drown. And
a great many more just drop from
view, and you never hear about
them any more. Garrett Waterson
w’as one of those—that’s all.”
“Dropping from view is one
thing,” Willard said heavily, “and
going to extraordinary lengths to
hide yourself, and conceal who you
are, is something else.”
“Waterson went tq extraordinary
lengths in everything he ever did,”
Dick retorted. “The Pacific is a big
place and there are more than twen
ty-five thousand islands in it but
only a few of them have any white
inhabitants, and I suppose Garrett
Waterson knew half the people in
the Pacific. He couldn’t imagine
leaving the Pacific any more than
he could imagine living inland, so
of course it was pretty hard for
him to evade the people that he
knew. When a man is trying to drop
out cf sight, and fails at it for a
while, it’s apt to become an ob
session with him. He gets to think
ing that everybody he sees is talk
ing about him, secretly. So he draws
apart more and more, until at
last—”
“It’s completely unreasonable,”
Ernest Wayne said again.
“Human nature always seems un
reasonable to people who don’t know
anything about it. Unreasonable is
what it is you just have to get used
to it.”
“Granting that an ordinary man
might drop out of sight that way,”
Willard said, “it still would have
been impossible for Garrett Water
son. He was too big, too impor
tant—”
Dick was getting disgusted again.
“No, he wasn’t—he only imagined
he was. Once he was broke, he
wasn’t of any importance or inter
est to anybody—except to you, and
to you only because you thought
he was a skeleton in the closet.
Doubtless this will surprise you, but
the fact is that Alakoa is a small,
obscure, and unimportant speck on
the map, suitable for supporting a
few hundred people, and of no other
significance whatever. The fact that
Garrett Waterson once had hold of
it for a while would not distinguish
him in the eyes of anybody, except
yourselves.”
Both brothers looked scandalized.
“If all this can be proved,” Er
nest began, “I mean, if his actual
identity can be proved—”
“Of course it can be proved! It’s
a plain, demonstrable fact—can’t
you understand that?”
“If Dick is to be believed,” Wil
lard said, “our worries are over,
Ernest. They can go ahead and in
vestigate their heads off and it won’t
get ’em a thing. And Karen Water
son’s case against us falls flat as—
as—”
“As a bird in the hand,” Dick
suggested.
“Their w’hole case is based on
proving Garrett Waterson’s incom
petence,” Willard amplified, “and if
we can produce the old man him
self their claim is utterly explod
ed!”
“Don’t be so sure,” Dick said.
That stopped them again. “You
mean,” Ernest said, “that the old
man is not in his right mind?”
“Of course he’s in his right mind.
He’s eccentric, just as he always
was but he’s sound, all right.”
“Well, that’s all we need to
prove.”
“How are you going to prove it if
he decides he doesn’t want you to?”
“You mean,” Willard demanded
after a moment, “you think he’d
throw in with this little crook, and
actually help her steal Alakoa?”
“How should I know? This ‘little
crook’ is his granddaughter.”
“It’s unbelievable,” Ernest Wayne
wished to think, “that he should de
liberately let them prove him to be
of unsound mind!”
“For three and a half million dol
lars, I can find you plenty of people
only too glad to furnish proof that
they are dangerously nuts. Think
that over.”
Suddenly a new angle occurred to
Willard Wayne. “I suppose,” he
said, “since you are working for
Waterson, as you say, this boat of
yours isn’t yours at all, but his—is
that right?”
“Certainly.”
“Then,” said Willard, “whatever
business he’s in now, he must be
enjoying a considerable success.
That alone ought to furnish proof
that he’s competent.”
“Unfortunately, there’s a catch in
that, too,” said Dick, “and it’s a big
one.
“Just what business is he in?”
Ernest demanded. “Where does his
money come from? Or is that some-
The swift twilight of the latitude
was closing sharply, but the glasses
were still able to bring out every
detail aboard the Diesel boat.
thing else that isn’t supposed to
concern us?”
“It concerns you very much,”
Dick said.
“Wen?”
Dick Wayne grinned sardonicaUy,
even maliciously, and stood up,
preparatory to walking out. “Ask
Garrett Waterson,” he suggested.
“If he doesn’t feel like teUing you,
it won’t do you any good to know.”
John .Colt, aboard a Diesel boat
hardly better than the sampans the
Japanese fishermen used, arrived
at Alakoa at sunset.
Dick Wayne, watching the little
vessel blunder and grope its way
through the reefs—she was sounding
frantically with no less than three
lead lines—knew at once that the
one-eyed Captain Ramey had man
aged to sell John Colt a charter at
last, if only for an excursion. Now
that Garrett Waterson had dealt
himself a hand, nobody could any
longer guess what was ahead. But
in spite of his own entirely uncer
tain situation, Dick grinned, genu
inely tickled. Whatever the out
come, for the moment he had John
Colt well up in the air, and his
brothers too.
Ramey’s boat dropped anchor five
hundred yards from the Holokai.
Evidently Dick’s brothers had sent
orders to the dock that John Colt
should be brought to the house im
mediately upon arrival for Alakoa’s
shore launch put out immediately,
Hokano steering, and took off John
Colt. Tonga Dick watched this ma
neuver impassively. There was no
longer any danger that his brothers
would be bluffed into something by
Colt. The decision would rest with
Waterson himself, and no one else.
And it was true, as he had told
them, that he did not know what the
grim and incommunicative old Wa
terson would do.
He got his binoculars now and
focused them upon Ramey’s boat.
The swift twilight of the latitude
was closing sharply, but the glasses
were still able to bring out every
detail aboard the Diesel boat. The
little tramp vessel sat awkwardly
on the water, her snub nose tilted
upward inanely. She had a disor
derly, faintly disreputable look, but
Dick knew she concealed a surpris
ing turn of speed. Her name was
The Seal for no reason, unless it was
that the Islands had no seals.
Karen Waterson was leaning over
the rail, talking to Captain Ramey.
Dick could see the stitching in her
narrow hat brim, and the shadow of
her lashes. The movement of her
lips, while he could hear no least
sound of her voice, had a strange
effect, making her seem immeas
urably far away.
As darkness fell, Dick saw Captain
Ramey leave Karen’s side, and in a
moment or tw’o a light showed in the
Seal’s galley. Tonga Dick smiled a
little, without much humor, as he
deduced from this that Ramey had
been left in the lurch by his cook.
Now the shore boat put out from
the dock again, this time pointing
directly to the Holokai. Tonga Dick
watched it approach with a mini
mum of interest. By the time it
was coughing alongside, he had
made up his mind that if his broth
ers had sent for him he was not go
ing to go ashore until he very well
felt like it. But it was Charles
Wong, who, with an unexpected,
lank agility, pulled himself over the
Holokat’s rail.
“What do they want up there
now?” Dick asked wearily.
“Nothing, Mr. Dick, that I know.”
Wong was nervous there was a flut
ter in his long-boned hands as he
produced a twisted slip of paper. “I
came to you of my own thought. Up
at our receiving station they keep
hearing some ship calling the Holo
kai—they can’t tell what ship. Its
call letters aren’t listed—no one ever
heard them before. We think it
may be some outlaw station. At
any rate, the call comes in very per
sistently and we didn’t hear you
answer, so I came to tell you.”
“What were the call letters?”
“I have them written here.”
Tonga Dick took the paper Wong
offered him and unfolded it. Even
before he made out its typewritten
characters in the failing light, he
knew what ship it would be that was
trying to get him now.
“They w’ere still calling when you
left the house?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Come here, Wong.”
Tonga Dick ran back along the
deck and dived into the little ken
nel, abaft the galley, which served
as a radio shack, and Charles Wong
came pattering after him. He
clamped on his earphones and care
fully with micrometer delicacy, be
gan to turn the big dial of the short
wave receiver but for minutes there
was no result.
“He must have shut down,” Dick
said at last. “If you catch it again
at the Alakoa station, you’d better
answer and take the—”
Just then the hunted signal came
in, so powerfully that the effect was
blasting. Somewhere, unexpectedly
close at hand, Garrett Waterson was
calling Dick Wayne from the sea.
Dick quieted the blocked and clat
tering receiver. “Good Lord He’s
right on top of us! Yes, he’s calling
us, all right.”
He pressed a switch, and the gen
erator, bolted to the deck, began to
speak in a mounting whine. Behind
the grill of the transmitter the great
tubes, big as footballs, slowly began
to heat, until the radio shack was
dimly lighted by their glow. The
automatic starting switch clashed,
and there was a weird blue flash in
the gloom as the relays gave the
generator full power.
Dick watched the voltometer high
on the panel of the transmitter.
When the needle had crawled to 3000
he began to work his key.
Charles Wong started to say, “Is
it—is it from—”
“Be still!”
Dick’s earphones were beginning
to zing with the measured letters of
a message that w’as something more
than news.
“SAP. WIT WATERSON ABOARD
QTP ALAKOA 2 HRS.”
Dick Wayne could not believe his
own ears. Angrily he worked his
key, sending out a protest—
“RPT ALL—RPT—”
The message from the sea hesitat
ed and started over again. Abruptly
it changed its pace, breaking into a
racing chatter.
“WHT IN HELL IS MTR U CANT
U UNDERSTAND ENGLISH QTP
10 PM STAND OUTSIDE CORAL
TO PILOT THRU SHOALS-G WA
TERSON QSL?”
Tonga Dick Wayne acknowledged
with a curt “QSL,” and shut Off his
generator.
“Garreg Waterson’s power yacht
THE BL JFFTON NEWS, BLUFFTON, OHIO
Sarah will be in in two hours,’* he
told Wong, “and—Waterson himself
is on board.”
Charles Wong, stumbling after
him out of the radio shack, looked
as if he had seen a ghost obviously
he had been able to hear, and to
understand, the international code.
“Do—do you want your brothers
to know?”
“It doesn’t make a, particle of dif
ference, either way.
“I was just thinking,” the Chinese
said his voice was thick and hesi
tant. He cleared his throat and tried
again. “I was just thinking that if
they knew—if they knew, they might
be rushed into some compromise
that would be—that would be unfa
vorable to—”
“It doesn’t matter what deal they
make with Colt,” Dick said. “This
thing has passed out of John Colt’s
hands—just the same as it has
passed out of mine.”
Charles Wong waited a moment,
and seemed about to say something
more but changed his mind, and
lowered himself over the side into
the waiting boat.
The launch chattered its way back
to the dock, and presently, after its
voice had died, there came across
the water the sound of a racing
automobile engine as Charles Wong,
handling his car badly, raced
through the village toward the hills.
Dick stood for some minutes with
his hands on the rail, staring at the
darkening sea. Roughly checking
known distance against the relative
speeds of the Sarah and the Holo
kai, he estimated that Garrett Wa
terson must have pointed the Sarah
north no more than a few hours after
Dick had set sail with the Holokai.
If Garrett Waterson had given
Dick more fully his confidence, or if
Dick himself had not been in such
haste to race north with the Holokai
against all orders of her owner, ev
ery phase of their situation would
be different now\ Yet, viewing it
as he did, he could not be sorry that
he had acted when he had. It seemed
to him now that only Waterson’s de
lay had given him such opportunity
as remained. It was an opportunity
that was diminishing minute by min
ute, cut away by the steady drive
of the Sarah’s screw.
Hurriedly Dick Wayne’s eyes
swept the bay. An outrigger canoe,
sailed silently in the light air by a
single Hawaiian spearman, was
coming in across the still water from
a day’s fishing beyond the reefs.
Dick sent a low whistle across the
water, and the outrigger sheered in
close to the side of the Holokai.
“Take me over to that stranger
boat.” Tonga Dick swung over the
rail and dropped into the moving
canoe.
“Okay, Captain Dick.”
Karen Waterson was still stand
ing by the rail, quiet and alone, as
the silent outrigger sliced close. Ton
ga Dick stood up, reached the boat’s
low rail, and swung aboard.
“Stand on and off,” Dick told the
Kanaka fisherman, “and wait for
me.”
(To be continued)
Rawson
Recent callers on Mrs. W. K. Peter
son were Mr. and Mrs. A. R. Peter
son and family of Lima Mr. and Mrs.
Lloyd Kolhoff of Findlay Mr. and
Mrs Clinton Balmer and family of
Mt. Cory and Mr. and Mrs. William
Harkness of McMillan, Mich.
Mr. and Mrs. C. L. Russell of Jen
era were Sunday evening callers on
Mr. and Mrs. Paul Latham and fam
ily.
Mr. and Mrs. Ed Wentz and fam
ily of Findlay spent Friday evening
with Mr. and Mrs. Charles Wentz.
Mrs. Harold Yantis of Findlay
lay spent Sunday afternoon with Mrs.
Sylvia Lane and daughter Martha
June.
Dorothy Lathers of Hillsdale, Mich.,
was a week end guest of Mr. and Mrs.
Harley House and Miss Evelyn Lath
ers.
Mr. and Mrs. John Diller of Bluff
ton were recent callers on Dr. and
Mrs. W. E .Diller and family.
Miss Ruth Smith of Findlay spent
the week end with her parents, Mr.
and Mrs. Carl Smith.
Mr. and Mrs. Robert Lannert of
Toledo and Mr. and Mrs. Gus Lannert
spent Sunday with Mr. and Mrs. Fred
Lannert of Cygnet.
John Longbrake of Arlington re
turned home after spending a few
weeks with his daughter, Mrs. Syl
via Lane and daughter, Martha June.
Mr. and Mrs. A. R. Peterson and
family of Lima were recent callers
on Mr. and Mrs. 0. A. Peterson.
For the first time in history, more
soybean oil meal than cottonseed oil
meal has been available for livestock
feeding. Another unusual feature of
the feed situation is the comparatively
low cost of linseed oil meal, due to
increased flax acreage and the avail
ability of meal from Argentine.
Secretary Claude R. Wickard says,
“The extension service is charged
with the responsibility for all group
or general education work essential
to the understanding of the action
programs of the U. S. Department
of Agriculture and for spreading to
all farm people scientific and eco
nomic information.”
WE PAY FOR
HORSES $6.00
COWS $4.00
(of size and condition)
Call
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Speaking of priorities—this is one
week in the year when high school
basketball gets the right of way
over all else. Just to jog your mem
ory, in case you’ve not been around
much, everything is all set for the
big Northwestern Ohio district Class
tournament at Celina.
Play opens this Wednesday night—
however, the Bluffton high Pirates
will not appear until Thursday night
at 10 o’clock when they meet Middle
point. And the fans who took time
out to look up Middlepoint’s record
say they have won 22 straight games.
Looks tough.
To save tires or keep up morale—
that was the tough nut the school
board was called on to decide Mon
day night. Morale won, so there’ll
be school bus transportation avail
able for the rooters at nominal cost,
Thursday night. What will we do
for tires next year—well, that’s an
other problem.
Fans will find at the tournament
a former Bluffton boy, D. Byron
“Petey” Spangler who is official
timekeeper. For a good many years
he has been superintendent of the
Mercer county schools and seems to
know how to keep everybody happy
and things running smoothly. Way
back when he was in high school
here Petey always knew all the ans
wers.
Sid Stettler, who has been faculty
manager of athletics long enough to
know all the ins and outs of things
athletic says that it’s mighty hard to
beat the same team three times in
one season. And since Bluffton has
defeated Ada twice this season some
of the fans were not sorry when it
developed that Ada was assigned to
the district tournament at Leipsic
instead of Celina.
Bluffton lost a pioneer merchant
when Mel Bogart, automobile and
tire dealer closed his place of busi
ness Saturday night. Mel has been
in business in Bluffton for more
than thirty years and has many
friends who wish him well. As a
director in the Citizens bank and
member of the county board of elec
tions, he will still keep in touch with
business and political life of the
community.
Congratulations to the Ebenezer
Mennonite church, a forward-looking
group which has contracted for a
series of thirteen quarter-hour broad
casts over the Findlay station begin
ning Friday night. Although the in
itial series is for thirteen weeks,
Rev. A. C. Schultz the pastor, says
they probably will continue indefi
nitely.
It’s been twenty years ago since
“Cy” Sprunger came from out
Wayne county-way to study at Bluff
ton college. Well, somewhere along
the way Cy got an idea of promot
ing a community sale with himself
as auctioneer and manager. The
idea had possibilities and Cy made
the most of it until today out at Kid
ron every Thursday there is what is
known as Ohio’s greatest community
sale—and the man behind it all is
none other than Cy Sprunger who
got an idea twenty years ago and
stuck to it.
A fllock of wild geese northbound
sighted by Mrs. Daisy Steinbrenner
last Friday afternoon gives point to
the saying that: “If winter comes
can spring be far behind?”
Wartime congestion in Washington
is making itself felt in the outlying
districts, according to Mrs. I. E. Vin
cent of Merrifield, Va., near the cap
ital. Mrs. Vincent is formerly of
this place and a daughter of the
late C. U. Steiner. The demand for
housing accommodations is greater
than the booming real estate devel
opment and although new houses are
going up everywhere there are no
houses for rent, she says. Her hus
band is postmaster at Merrifield and
business of the office has doubled.
“This is the first time since we have
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been living near Washington, that I
wish we did not live so close”, she
writes in renewing her News sub
scription.
They’re really putting up good
money for horses these days. If you
doubt that, ask any of the boys who
were at the Plate Bros, and Reno
Gratz sale Tuesday afternoon when
a 6-year-old sorrel mare brought
$250 in cold cash after a lot of
spirited bidding.
Writes Jesse Steiner, formerly of
the Settlement, now teaching at
Waite high in Toledo “We can’t do
without the News it’s bad when the
paper happens to arrive late”. Also
Wm. Clay, formerly of the Settle
ment now living at Wharton says
“The News is always a welcome vis
itor and we would not like to be
without it.’
Mr. and Mrs. Maurice Criblez re
ceived an old fashioned belling with
Swiss bells used as the chief noise
making contrivance, last Wednesday
night. More than 150 people obtain
ed refreshments at the Hankish ice
cream parlor following the belling.
Potatoes baked in mud really are
delicious, it was stated by Harry
Burkholder, who with a group of
Boy Scouts from Troop 82, learned
how to prepare the Irish apples in
this manner in a hike out to the
college cabin Saturday afternoon.
The potatoes are first wrapped in
leaves and then mud is placed
around the leaves to form an oval
lump. This is thrown into the fire
and after about 20 minutes of bak
ing the earth is broken off, the po
tato is cut in two and with butter,
salt and pepper what more could you
want? The boys also each had a
quarter of a pound of beef steak
which they broiled over the fire
while the potatoes were baking.
Boy, was it good!
Enjoying the out of doors eating,
in addition to Harry, were: David
Stearns, Richard Newlan, Maynard
Pogue, Richard Rockey, Francis and
Harold Kohli, Robert Coon, Ray
Crouse, Karl and Earl Frick, Rob
ert Shumaker, Rodney Nonnamaker.
Ferol Althaus, eighth grade stu
dent, wears a wheel of fortune pin
and invites her friends to whirl the
hand to enable them to determine
what the future has in store for
them. The hand stops at one of the
following headings: Lucky in Love,
Ripe Old Age, Tall Dark Man,
Healthy and Wealthy.
Although it’s too cold to play base
ball out of doors as yet, Mary Lou,
Joyce, and Peggy Young and Helen
Smith are having fun with an in
door game of baseball that can be
played with cards and a mechanical
device that determines hits, runs, er
rors and the other details of the
American national pastime. The
girls play the game by the warmth
of the fire and are able to follow the
regular rules of the game.
The creeks still have enough ice
on to bear the weight of youngsters
desiring to play on the ice, which in
some cases is not too thick. Seen
Saturday playing snow tag on Riley
creek were Marilyn Fett, Marilyn
Holtkamp and Joan Clark.
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PAGE SEVEN
A note from Norm Triplett, di
rector of the Bluffton Defense Sav
ings committee, to the Bluffton News
says: “Thanks for giving us the
several thousand defense savings
pledge cards free of charge. e
did not ask for the donation but we
certainly do appreciate the 100 per
cent cooperation.”
Incidentally the defense savings
committee reports that organizations
of the community are responding to
the appeals in a most heartening
manner. Many of the men and wom
en asked to work in the campaign
are extremely busy with other duties
but they are gladly donating hours
of their time to make Bluffton’s par
ticipation in the campaign a suc
cessful venture.
It seems that a time of national
crisis shows the true mettle of many
a man. For example a technical dif
ficulty developed at one of the Trip
lett plants Saturday and Gail Mum
ma gladly worked all day Saturday
and Sunday and part of the night
in order that work on defense orders
might continue uninterruptedly by
Monday morning.
Joe Bronson, 7th grade student,
works hard for his spending money
selling magazines and Sunday news
papers, making on the average of
only about one cent on a five cent
sale. But he was one of the first
ones to sign the school defense stamp
pledge cards agreeing to buy a 25
cent stamp every two weeks.
Spiral, Croquinole
In a spiral wave (the original
method) the hair is wound on long
rods from the scalp to the ends.
In a croquinole, it is wound on short
er rods from the ends to the scalp
and is used for probably 90 per cent
of the waves given today. A spiral
requires 35 to 50 curls, steamed 10
to 15 minutes. A croquinole from
25 to 35 curls, steamed 1 to 10 min
utes. The spiral is naturally better
adapted than the croquinole to very
long hair, and its chief use today
is for this purpose, and for those
who want the wave started closer to
the scalp, which is possible with the
spiral wave. It is also preferred
for very fine hair by some opera
tors.
Cleaning Silver
Cotton flannel cloths are economi
cal and very satisfactory for clean
ing and polishing silver. Keep sev
eral on hand. Wash them often in
hot soap suds.
JUST WHAT IS
INSURANCE
Harry Dunlap, 316 S. Pine St.,
St. Marys, Ohio, a World’s Tonic
user and booster says: “I think
prevention is just about as good a
form of health insurance a person
can have. We always keep World’s
Tonic in our home and the entire
family uses it to prevent constipa
tion getting a foothold.”
Constipation is often a factor in
gassy heart pressure, swollen joints,
piercing back pains and drowsiness
after meals. The stomach may need
toning and strengthening. The lax
ative aid of World's Tonic has prov
en itself many times. It has helped
thousands, why not you? Get the
large size bottle today at Sidney’s
Drug Shop and all other good Drug
Stores. (J 71)
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