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HoudGMotts' ADVENTURERS’ CLUB HEADLINES FROM THE LIVES OF PEOPLE LIKE YOURSELF! “Secret of the Tides ’ By FLOYD GIBBONS Famous Headline Hunter HELLO everybody! Here’s a yarn that can be told now, for a long time it was a secret. Frederick V. Fell of Bronx, N. Y., is spinning the yarn for us and he’s letting it out of the bag now because —well —I guess it’s because Fred has grown too old to be spanked by this time, so it doesn’t make much difference who knows it. Fred says he can't trot out any adventure story laid in some glam orous place like India, or North Africa, but he sure had a honey of a thrill once out at Rockaway beach. And as a matter of fact. I'd just as soon have a yarn from Rockaway as I would from Rio or Rhodesia. For as Fred says, it isn’t where it happens, but what happens, that counts. So here she comes—and hold onto your hats. Fred was just fourteen years old when, in 1924, his folks rented a cottage at Rockaway for the summer. Fred and his brother Harvey had never been around the water much before • that, but they made up .or lost time. They spent every spare minute in the big drink, and in two weeks both of them had learned to swim. It was about that time that a strong blow set in from seaward and the ocean began to kick up and get rough. Fred’s parents, playing safe, took to bathing in Jamaica bay, about twenty blocks inland from the ocean, and Fred and his brother Harvey did the same. It was shortly after that that Fred’s cousins from the city came down one Sun day morning, and they hadn’t been there ten minutes before all four of those kids were in their bathing suits and on their way to the bay. Caught in a Death-Dealing Riptide! Near the point where Fred and Harvey always went in swimming was a long pier with a diving board on the end of it They had never used that pier before, because mother and dad had forbidden them to swim around it But this Sunday Fred wanted to show off his newly acquired proficiency at swimming before his city cousins, and with a yell of. “Last The pier kept getting farther away every second. man in is a monkey’s uncle,” he ran down the pier, onto the diving board and out into the water, with Harvey right behind him. “We both came up nicely about a yard apart,” Fred says, “and turned around to swim back to the pier. And then my heart stopped beating! That pier was about a hundred yards away and it kept getting farther away every second. In that same moment we both knew what had happened. We had jumped into a racing, surging rip-tide that was sweeping us out into the deepest part of the bay and toward Broad channel.” The tide was carrying them out at express-train speed and only a man who has been caught in one can realize how powerful a rip-tide can be. For a few seconds the kids drifted, and then they began try ing to swim back. “But bucking that tide was like trying to dam a flood with a matchstick,” Fred says. “Harvey and I tried to join hands and hold each other up, but in another minute we were torn apart and drifting away from each other. Harvey shouted to me to turn over on my back and float, but I didn’t know how to float. Treading water madly, I started shouting for help.” Lucky Fred Encounters Real Hero. Away off in the distance, Fred could see people dashing about ex- j citedly. One man ran swiftly along the pier Fred had just left, and jumped off the end. Swimming strongly and swept along by the tide he slowly caught up to Fred, and as he came up, Fred was almost in hysterics, crying, “Save me, mister —save me!” That fellow was a good swimmer and a resourceful man. He told Fred to put his bands on his back and kick the water. “I did this,” Fred says, “and he set off diagonally toward shore, fight ing the tide with tremendous effort. Meanwhile, my cousins on shore had not been idle. Yelling like mad they ran down the beach until they came to a rowboat with two girls sitting in it. The girls launched the boat and, rowing with the tide, soon picked up my brother. My rescuer changed his course and made for the boat, and soon we too were pulled in. The three of us who had been in the water lay on the boat bottom, breathless and exhausted, but apparently safe. The girls started to row back.” But do you notice how Fred says APPARENTLY safe? The truth was that they weren’t out of trouble yet, by a long shot The girls started to row, but anybody who has rowed a boat against any kind of a tide at all knows it is no easy job. And here was one of those express-train tides carrying along a boat loaded down with five people. The girls made no headway at all. In fact for every two feet they went forward they drifted back five. And ahead of them was the channel—and the ocean. “It began to look.” says Fred, “as if that tide would be the winner after all—and this time with five victims instead of two.” Safe!—Six Miles From Starting Point. But the man who had saved Fred wasn’t the sort to give up easily. He was just about all in, but he pulled himself together. He grabbed one oar, while the two girls worked the other. Then all three of them started rowing frantically to beat that tide —to get the boat to shore be fore it could be swept out into the ocean and foundered by the roaring breakers. Bit by bit they approached the shore, but at the same time they were approaching the channel too. They were practically in the shadow of the Broad Channel bridge, and not very far from the ocean when at last they got to shore. “And the spot where we landed,” says Fred, “was a good six miles from Sixty-fourth street where Harvey and I had jumped into the bay.” And then came the solemn and secret oath. Fred says if his folks had ever found out what happened they’d have quit the seashore that same night. And I’ve got a sneakin’ hunch that maybe Fred and Harvey might have got a good licking for going off the end of that pier in defiance of parental orders. Anyway, everybody in the crowd, including the two city cousins, promised they’d fiever tell a word, and if Fred's ma and dad ever learn about it, it’s because—well—because they read the Adventurers’ club column, too. ©—WNU Service. — I Body Mast Have Salt Perspiration is chiefly water, but it contains a fair amount of salt which is discharged from the body. The body is constantly absorbing salt and getting rid of it again, but the operation of absorption and dis charge must be so balanced as to insure a regular quantity of salt in the body at all times. Salt is neces sary for the body and lack of it may be serious. Human blood contains exactly the same amount of salt as sea water—unquestionable evidence that man originally came out of the sea, says a writer in Pearson’s Lon -49Q Weekly. About Noses The nose that is squat or flat, or negro type, indicates an animal mind devoid of finer feelings. The nose that sags in the middle shows a similar nature, cruel and treach erous. Pointed noses are “sticky beaks,” says a writer in Pearson’s London Weekly. This applies to all sharp features. Like knives and spears, they penetrate. These sub jects are objectionably inquisitive and are liable to read your letters if you leave them about. If the nose is long and thin as well it shows a narrow mind—sometimes found in the “religious hypocrite.” VWVV\'WV . Improved I SUNDAY! Vnijorm | crwnoT International tl dUilvt/L LESSON By REV HAROLD L LUNDQUIST. Dean of tiie Moody Bible Institute of Chicago. © Western Newspaper Union. Lesson for July 25 LESSON TEXT—Exodus 12:21-28. GOLDEN TEXT—The Lord thy God hath chosen thee to be a special people unto himself —Deuteronomy 7:6. PRIMARY TOPlC—Ready for the Journey JUNIOR TOPIC Ready to Start Home. _ ___ INTERMEDIATE AND SENIOR TOP IC—How: God Prepares a People YOUNG PEOPLE AND ADULT TOP lC—Equipped for a New Era. “Let my people go"—such was the word of the Lord to Pharaoh through Moses and Aaron. “Who is the Lord, that I should obey his voice to let Israel go? I know not the Lord, neither will I let Israel go” thus hardened Pharaoh his heart. The issue was so drawn for one of the great struggles of history, j On one side was a bold and mighty monarch with all the resources of the empire of Egypt, and on the other an unorganized multitude of slaves. No, wait, on the other side was Almighty God! The outcome was never in doubt and through the unspeakable horror of the plagues we come to consider the last of the ten, the death of the first-born, with which is joined the establishment' of the Passover and the story of the night in which God prepared his people for their departure. The Passover is of sufficient im portance to justify careful study simply as the perpetual feast of Jews, but to the Christian it is also a most blessed and instructive type of Christ who is, according to Paul, "our passover" (I Cor. 5:7). Let no | one who studies or teaches this les j son fail to point to “the Lamb of God which taketh away the sin of ! the world" (John 1:29). I. A Lamb Slain (v. 21). The sacrifice appears, a gentle, I submissive lamb, a male without I blemish, which is separated for the : giving of its life that the first-born j in Israel might be saved. Notice that God's instructions were explicit, and were to be obeyed if there was to be redemption. There 1 are those in our day who would substitute any and every other meth od of salvation for God's revealed plan. They talk about character de velopment, the redemption of the I social order, peace and politics, and | forget the Lamb of God. 11. A Blood Salvation (vv. 22. 23). The act of faith in marking the lintel and the doorposts with the blood, brought salvation to the fam ilies of Israel. Had they waited until j they could reason out the philosophy i of their promised redemption, or I had shrunk from the blood as their covering, their first-born would have been slain. It was when the destroying angel saw the blood that j he passed over them. Many there are in our time who speak disparagingly of the blood of i Jesus Christ, but it is still the only ; way of redemption. “Without shed | ding of blood there is no remission" (Heb. 9:22). . It ill befits an age that is so blase | and sophisticated as ours to attempt , to cover its dislike for God's way i of redemption by suddenly becom | ing too cultured and sensitive to hear of the blood of the Lamb of God shed on Calvary’s tree for our i cleansing from sin. 111. A Perpetual Memorial (vv. ! 24-28). God wants his people to remem- I ber. We, like Israel, are to remem- ! ber the bondage from which we were delivered. Down through the I ages the Jews have kept the Pass over. Our Hebrew neighbors do it today. Let us honor them for their 1 obedience to God’s command and at the same time seek to point them ; to the One who is the true Pass over, Jesus Christ. IV. Christ Our Passover (I Cor. i 5:7). Let us add to the assigned lesson j text this New Testament passage which speaks of our Lord Jesus Christ as “our passover . . . sacri- j ficed for us.” The bondage in Egypt was ter rible in its afflictions and sorrows, but far more serious is the bondage ! in which men find themselves under I sin and the rule of Satan. Surely there is need of divine redemption, j and there is none to bring it to us ! but the Lamb of God. He was the One who without spot or blemish (I Pet. 1:19) was able to offer him- ! self in our behalf that in him we j might find “redemption through his i blood” (Eph. 1:7, Col. 1:14). “Is the blood upon the house of my life? Is the blood upon the door post of my dwelling place? Have I put up against the divine judgment some hand of self-protection? Veri- j ly, it will be swallowed up in the great visitation. In that time noth- ' ing will stand but the blood which j God himself has chosen as a token and a memorial. ‘The blood of Jesus Christ, his Son, cleanseth us from all sin’ ” (Joseph Parker). Daily Duties “As the duty of every day re quires.” That is a simple rule. Let ! it be pondered well. Resolve when you awake that it shall be to some faithful purpose, and that your reno vated powers shall be obedient to Him Who has renewed them. Let not the opportunity that is so fleet ing and yet so full pass neglected •way. —Frothingham. THE COOLIDGE EXAMINER ' (Cobb thinks .about: Third Term Ballyhoo. SANTA MONICA, CALIF. —After a president has been re-elected it s certain that some inspired patriot who is snuggled close to the throne will burst from his cell with a terrible yell to pro claim that unless the adored incumbent consents again to succeed himself this nation is doomed. Incidentally the said patriot’s present job and perquisites also would be doomed, so _ blamed for privately brooding on the dis- W Jag tressful thought. You selfish, but you P' could call him hope- ■ ful. especially since there’s a chance his ballyhoo may d:rect " attention upon him as a suitable candi date when his idol Irvin S. Cobb says no to the prop osition. He might ride in on the backwash, which would be even nicer than steering a tidal wave for i somebody else. Political observers have a name for this. They call it “sending up a balloon.” It’s an apt simile, a balloon being a flimsy thing, full of hot air, and when it soars aloft nobody knows where it will come down—if at all. It lacks both steer ing gears and terminal facilities. There have been cases when the same comparison might have been applied not alone to the balloon but to the gentleman who launched it So let’s remain calm. It’s tradi tional in our history that no presi dent ever had to go ballooning in or der to find out how the wind blew and that no volunteer third-term boomer ever succeeded in taking the trip himself. • • • Modern Prairie Schooners. WE'RE certainly returning with modern improvements— to prairie schooner days when rest less Americans are living on wheels and housekeeping on wheels and j having babies on wheels. Only the other day twins were bom aboard a trailer. And—who knows?—per- ! haps right now the stork, with a j future president in her beak, is flap ping fast, trying to catch up with somebody's perambulating bunga low. So it’s a fitting moment to revive the story of early Montana when some settlers were discussing the relative merits of various makes of those dnnvas-covered arks which bore such hosts of emigrants west ward. They named over the Cones toga. the South Bend, the Murphy, : the Studebaker and various others. : From under her battered sunbon net there spoke up a weather beaten old lady who, with her husband and ! her growing brood, had spent the long years bumping along behind an ox team from one frontier camp to another, “Boys,” she said, shifting her snuff-stick, “I always did claim the I old hickory waggin wuz the best one there is fur raisin’ a family in.” • • * Pugs Versus Statesmen. TT'S confusing to read that poor i * decrepit Jim Braddock, having reached the advanced age of thirty | four or thereabouts, is all washed up, and, then, in another column, to discover that leading candidates to supply young blood on the Su- j preme court bench are but bound- | ing juveniles of around sixty-six. This creates doubt in the mind of a fellow who, let us say, is quite a few birthdays beyond that en- j gendered wreck, Mr. Braddock, yet still has a considerable number of years to go before he’ll be an agile adolescent like some senators. He j can’t decide whether he ought to j join the former at the old men’s home or enlist with the latter in the Boy Scouts. • • • Quiescent Major Generals. SOMETHING has gone out of life. For months now no general of j the regular army, whether retired ; : or detailed to a civilian job, has talked himself into a jam—a rasp berry jam, if you want to make a cheap pun of it. May be it’s being officially gagged for so long while on active service j that makes such a conversational j Tessie out of the average bsigadier when he goes into private pursuits and lets his hair down. It’s as though he took off his tact along ! with his epaulettes. And when he ; subsides there’s always another to ; take his place. You see, under modern warfare the commanding officer is spared. | He may lead the retreat, but never j j the charge. When the boys go over the top is he out in front waving a sword? Not so you’d notice it. By the new rules he’s signing papers in a bombproof nine miles behind j the lines and about the only peril he runs is from lack of exercise in the fresh air. Maybe, in view of what so often happens when peace ensues, w e should save on privates instead of generals. IRVIN S. COBB. ©—WNU Service. I For Discriminating People is the time for all smart women to come to the aid of their wardrobes. Sew-Your-Own wants to lend a hand, Milady: hence today's trio of mid-summer pace makers. At The Left. A trim little reminder that care ful grooming is an asset any where, anytime, is this frock. It features simplicity. Its forte is comfort. Make one version in cot ton for all purpose wear, another of sports silk for dressy occasions. In The Center. Here you have a light and breezy ensemble that’s the per fect attire for Society. It has cos mopolitan dash, refinement, and engaging charm. Once more you’ll be the subject of compli mentary tea table talk with your delightfully slender silhouette. Make it of sheer chiffon or more - • ... • 1 H I AKID OUT OF HERE. 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Wrap around styling makes it easy for even the tiniest girl to get into and it’s quite a time saver on ironing day. The Patterns. Pattern 1237 is designed for sizes 34 to 46. Size 36 requires 4% yards of 35 inch material plus % yard contrasting for collar. Pattern 1333 is designed for sizes 36 to 52. Size 38 requires 7Vs yards of 39 inch material. The dress alone requires 4% yards. To line the jacket requires 2 ! /4 yards of 39 inch material. Pattern 1322 is designed for Household % © Questions Browning Biscuits. —Biscuits can be given rich brown tops by brushing the tops with a pastry brush dipped in milk before plac ing them in the oven. * * * To Clean the Piano.— Use the suction cleaner to remove dust from the inside of the piano, and clean the keys with a soft cloth moistened with methylated spirit. Polish with a chamois leather. * • * Cooking Cabbage. Cabbage should be cooked only until tender when tested with a fork. Too much cooking results in changed color and an indigestible product. * * * Heating the Oven. —Open the oven door for a minute soon after the gas has been lit and you will find that the oven will get hot much quicker. By doing so you let out the moisture that always collects when the oven is not in use. * * • Disagreeable Odor. —The smell of new paint has a very bad effect on some people. To minimize it, fill a pail of water and sprinkle in it some hay and one or two onions, freshly sliced. Stand this in a room newly painted, and much of the smell will be neutralized. • * * When Drawers Stick.—B lack lead or black lead pencil rubbed on the edges of a drawer which has become swollen from heat will enable it to be opened and shut quite easily. WNU Service. sizes 4,6, 8, 10, and 12 years. Size 6 requires 3!4 yards of 35 inch material plus 5Ms yards of ribbon for trimming as pictured. Send your order to The Sewing Circle Pattern Dept., Room 1020, 211 W. Wacker Dr., Chicago, 111. Price of patterns, 15 cents (in coins) each. <gj Bell Syndicate.—WNU Service. MAKES CO BIS V ( 5" \ L BLASSES' 4AT GROCERS