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WHO’S IpH N£WS wM WEEK By LEMUEL F. PARTON TVEW YORK.—In 1914, S. S. Mc- Clure published his autobiog raphy. As he was only 57 at the time, it was a sort of juvenile prank mm * and probably McClure s Early not ser iously in- Autobiography tended. Now, at But a Prologue 82 ’ he is busier than ever, writ ing books and digging into social problems, and the word is that •lext September he will revive his TVlcClure's Magazine. Lincoln Steffens, and others of his shining legions of dragon-slayers ■have passed, or else taken second thought, like Ida Tarbell, and, un less things change a lot between now and next fall, he will find the same old dragons still around, and possibly quite a few litters of new »nes, some of them strange breeds, and perhaps a bit scalier than any he ever knew. Two years ago, the whippy lit tle Irishman, with the rumpled hair and the rumpled suit, wrote a piece in which he indicated that the disquieting noises of the capitalist system were just body squeaks and that the engine was still all right. His idea is to go on from here, instead of backing up, and it is to be assumed that will be his take-off for the re vived magazine. After 60 years of battling for civic righteous ness he concludes that the United States Constitution is a changeless and unchangeable document, which will in time set everything right if we just stay within its ground rules. Still crackling with aphorisms and Greek quotations in his ninth dec ade. he might be reminiscent—talk ing about Oliver Wendell Holmes, Theodore Roosevelt, William Dean Howells, Gilbert Parker, Robert Louis Stevenson, Rudyard Kipling, Arthur Conan Doyle, James M. Bar rie, et al. But he is chock-full of today, and yesterday is just so much ink through the printing press. All the above and many others like them were his business and social intimates. He has probably led more famous writers in leash than any other man. In 1866, when he was nine years old, his parents, of a fam ily of farmers and carpenters, brought him to a prairie farm in Indiana. He sold $1 micro scopes on the street corners of Minneapolis, St. Paul, Duluth, and Chicago; worked his way through Knox college; got a $7- a-week job editing The Wheel man for the Pope Manufactur ing company, started his syn dicate, and, in 1893, McClure’s Magazine, in that other doleful day when his friends all said: “The funeral's tomorrow.” He says he is just getting wound up. ♦ VAN DOREN denies there is any ‘‘new barbarism” in the world and says that what ailed us is the same old barbarism. There _ . . is a reminder Old Barbarism ot this ancient Holds a Spell continuity in Over Van Dyke cboic ! v t of W. S. Van Dyke to direct the filming of Sinclair Lewis’ ‘‘lt Can't Happen Here.” Not that there is anything bar barous about Mr. Van Dyke, but, as we recall it, he got his start help ing direct D. W. Griffith's film, “In tolerance,” which was a tolerably complete round-up of the old bar barism. That was 24 years ago, and the Sinclair Lewis opus picks up right where Messrs. Griffith and Van Dyke left off, without missing a flicker. In the world’s fair time cap sule, Mr. Van Dyke might be memorialized as the man who calls Greta Garbo “Kid” and gets away with it—or as the man who once spanked Lupe Velez when she went tempera mental on the lot. They call him the hard-boiled director with the velvet touch. He is a rugged, weather-beaten six-foot er, a newsboy, miner, logger, stage-driver, expressman, gro cery clerk and laborer before he went to Hollywood. He got a toe-hold in Hollywood by selling a few scripts. At first he was one of many of Griffith's as sistants, later one of his aces. Pro ducers like him because he goes straight through without water or feed. He used to make a full-length serial in nine days and a Western »n three, writing his script as he worked. He did many jungle and South Sea films, such as “Trader Horn” and “White Shadows.” liis father, a San Diego judge and a cousin of the late Henry Van Dyke, died when the boy was eight years old. Rustling hard to help his mother support the family accounts for his ver satility and his skill in type characterization. Features—WNU Service.) Ida Lupino Learns Crocheting Jnrt/'aHf a & in? one-halt pattern each side every one halt inch. 4 times. Work 2 inches straight. Increase one-half pattern on each side f times, work until blouse measures 12 inches in all. Decrease 1 pattern on each side. Then decrease one-half pattern on each side every row 4 times. Work until armhoie is 7 inches in all. Decrease 2 patterns on each side every row, 4 times. Front. Chain 8 inches decrease same as back, working one-half inch more to underarm at 5 inches above start of armhole. Decrease 1 pattern at neck edge. Then decrease one half pattern every row at neck edge until shoulder matches back shoulder. Shape same way as back shoulder, keeping armholes the same length. Pattern. 1. Ch (chain) 6 —* skip 2 s. c. (single crochet) —s. c. in next stitch Ch 1. s. c. in next stitch Ch 3 skip 2 s. c. D. C. (double crochet) in next stitch Ch 3 * repeat between *'s. 2 Ch 3 * d. c. in Ch 1 between 2 s. c. on row below Ch 3 s. c. 1 inch 3 loop on row below Ch 1 s. c. in next loop Ch 3*. Repeat these two rows. String heads on cotton before starting chain—work one head in chain between s. c.'s on row below in every sth pattern and every sth row—alternating beads. Sleeve. Chain 10 inches work pattern increasing Vi pattern on each side tor 3/a inches. Decrease 1 pattern on each side work 5 inches decrease Vi pattern on each side every row for 2/t more inches. NOW IDA IS WORKING ON A PILL BACK TO THE DRESS. IDA GETS A BOX HAT WITH THE ATTACHED FEW POINTERS ON THE SKIRT WIMPLE. THIS SMART FASHION WIIICH IS FASHION ED IN A LOV ELY ADDS A DASHING NOTE TO ANY SNOWFLAKE PATTERN. GIRLS COSTUME. % No. 4 hook and Clarks O. N. T. Pearl No. 4 hook and Clark's O. N. T. Pearl cotton, cotton Crochet a loose chain over 70 inches long. Ch. 4. fasten with a slip stitch forming a Crochet on 38 patterns with *8 d. c., skip 2 ring. Six s. c. into ring. Two s. c. top ol stitches, make 2d.c. in next stitch, chain each stitch on row below. Ch. 2—*2 s. c. 2, make 2d. c. back into same stitch, skip in next stitch. One s. c. in each of next 2 2 stitches *. Repeat between * around the stitches. *Repeat between *'s around 1 row. row. Ch. 2 * 2 s. c. in next stitch. One Row 2. Chain 4 * work I s. c. under s. c. in each ot next 3 stitches. *Repeat chain 2 separating d. c. of row below, chain between *‘s around 1 row. 2 work 1 s. c. back in same space, chain 2, Ch. 2—increase 6 stitches around each . work 8 d. c. of row below. Chain 2 *. row evenly spaced, keeping work perfectly Repeat these 2 rows for pattern, flat until crown of hat measures 5/ t inches. Work 3 inches. Decrease by making 1 Fasten off. less d. c. in the 8 d. c. group (the follow- Ch. 2 1 /t” —s. c.. in each stitch ot chain. mg decreases will be made in the same Ch. 2 turn work Is. c. in top of each manner). Work 3 inches, decrease; repeat, stitch on row below. Work 4 inches, decrease; repeat. Work 3 Continue until strip is 21 inches long or inches, decrease: repeat twice. Twenty-six desired length. inches m all. Finish with beading by mak ——— j ing * 2 d. c. Cham 2. skip 2*. Work 2 RIGHT: THIS PHOTO SHOWS IDA rows oi s. c. around the bottom. ....... Women’s Hats Again! The costly era in millinery is said to have been from 1903 to 1913, when the Marie Antoinette, Watteau and the Merry Widow hats were in j vogue. Willow plumes and bird of paradise feathers were popular at that time. Cost of Coiffures In 1938 the 75,000 beauty shops in the United States took in .approxi mately $400,000,000 for permanents and coiffures. | Wild Game in the Everglades Contrary to the belief held by ! many that such game as deer, bear, | wildcats and weazels are found only in the colder sections of the United States, the warm Everglades of south Florida are the happy hunting ] grounds of the Seminole Indians for these animals. Arawaks Had No Farm Tools The Arawak Indians, original in habitants of the island of Jamaica, i had no agricultural implements. THE COOLIDGE EXAMINER ADVENTUROUS AMERICANS By Elmo Scott Watson Great Lakes Raider r>URING the Civil war David H. Ross, an 18-year-old cadet in the Georgia guards, was captured and sent to a Union prison camp on Lake Erie. He escaped and made his way to Canada, reporting to Capt. John Yeates Beall, a Confed erate agent. Ross joined Beall in a plan to take possession of the Philo Par sons, a lake steamer, and with it capture the Michigan, a Union war ship, use that to attack Ft. Johnson at Sandusky and release 1.000 Con federates there. On the morning of September 19, 1864, the Philo Parsons stopped at Sandwich. Ont., to take on a party of 20 men. At Malden, a few miles farther. 20 more came aboard. After several more stops, the crew and the other passengers found them selves looking into the muzzles of pistols. The captain relinquished com mand and Beall took over with Ross as first mate. And then the S. S. Island Queen with 170 Federal sol diers aboard, pulled alongside. No one knows why the soldiers permit ted it, but after firing a few shots, Beall and Ross leaped aboard with a handful of men and captured the crew which was too astonished to resist. They sailed on with their 170 Un ion soldiers in tow, but the S. S. Michigan commander was ready for them. Seeing the ship coming to ward them, the Philo Parsons turned about and fled, docking in the Detroit river where the raiders fled to safety. Ross, the 18-year-old cadet, who had been first mate on the wild voy age, managed to get to Wilmington, N. C., where he was made a captain in the secret service. General Grant, during his second presidential ad ministration. issued a pardon re lieving Ross of the charges of pi racy. • * * Rebel Against Rebellion A T THE outbreak of the Civil war a band of about 100 citizens of Jones county, Mississippi, refused to identify themselves with the Confed eracy. Under the leadership of one Newt Knight, they took refuge in Leaf River swamp where they de fied all efforts to make them fight under the Stars and Bars. By 1864 they had complete con trol of the county and out of that fact grew the story that this "rebel lion within a rebellion” resulted in forming a “Republic of Jones” with Knight as its head. Mississippians declare, however, that there is no official record of any such “repub lic” ever having been launched and they refer to these “seceders from secession” as the “Newt Knight band of deserters.” When the war was over and Con federate army veterans returned, they induced the legislature to change the name of the county from “Jones” to “Davis,” because they said the conduct of Knight had made its name “a badge of ignom iny and a term of reproach.” Knight always denied that he was a deserter but tried to get a pension from the federal government. He was unsuccessful because the rec ords at Washington failed to show his name enrolled in the Union irmy. However, there was some compensation for him in the fact that until his death in 1923, he was widely known as the “founder of the Republic of Jones.” * * * 20 Thrill-Packed Years \l7 HEN Lewis Littlepage of * * Fredericksburg, Va., went to Spain as an attache to the American embassy, he was only 18 but already famous as a poet. Next he served in the Spanish and French armies and became a friend of Lafayette. Made a chevalier of France, he returned to America to fight in the Revolution but was thwarted in that ambition. In 1785 he accompanied the young Polish patriot, Kosciusko, to Warsaw where King Stanislaus made him a baron at the age of 24! He was sent to make a treaty with Empress Catherine of Russia, who became very fond of him. When the war between Russia and Turkey started, she commissioned him a major-general in her army and he later served under the ad miral of her fleet, John Paul Jones. He remained at the Russian court until 1791, then returned to Warsaw where he was made a major-general in the Polish army. When the Polish rebellion against Russia failed, Kosciusko and Little page went to Paris to try to rescue their friend, Lafayette, imprisoned during the Reign of Terror. They failed and Kosciusko returned to Warsaw to try again to win freedom for Poland. Littlepage joined him and was wounded in the battle in which Kosciusko fell. Littlepage then returned to Amer ica and retired to his home in Fred ericksburg where he was later vis ited by his old friend, Lafayette. He was only 33 when he died in 1801 but into that short span of years he had packed a whole lifetime of danger and thrills. © Western NewscaDer Union. ADVENTURERS* CLUB HEADLINES FROM THE LIVES '|BwTlH OF PEOPLE LIKE YOURSELFI ‘'Assassin of the Nile” Hello, everybody: You know, boys and girls, I have often said that you’ll find adventure close to home a darned sight easier than you will roaming the world. One who goes traveling in search of thrills usually doesn’t find any until he gets back into his own bailiwick again. But there are excep tions to every rule—and here’s one of them. George C. Dorste of Bardonia, Rockland county, N. Y., met his big gest thrill when he was thousands of miles away from home and in a strange exotic country. The country was Egypt, and George landed there in the course of his travels as a fireman on a tramp steamer. The steamer was carrying scrap iron, unloading it in consign ments of various sizes at ports along the Nile river and its many branches. The year was 1912, and the ship had traveled part way up the Nile and was anchored in the river just south of the town of Medinet El Faiyum. The ship was anchored not far from a pier. The weather is pretty hot in Egypt. In the afternoon, particularly, the sun beats down with such intensity that it is next to im possible for anybody but a native to do any work. It was at the height of the hot season, and the crew of the steamer, dripping sweat from every pore of their bodies, were just about all in. Along in the afternoon the skipper gave orders for all hands to knock off work for the rest of the day. The men didn’t argue about that. Most of them just walked to the shadiest spot they could find on that hot ship, flopped on the deck and rested. But there were a half dozen young fellows— George among them—who had a better idea. They stripped off their clothes and dived over the side into the water. The Hot Sun Beat Down on the Hull of the Vessel. The water was cool and refreshing. Those lads were in it, off and on. for the better part of the afternoon. They came out, now and then, for a breathing spell on the ship’s deck, but the A great reptile was between him and the ship—and not more than 20 feet from him. sun beating down on the iron hull of the vessel made it so hot that they were glad to get back in the water again. The afternoon wore on and the sun began sinking toward the horizon As its scorching rays withdrew little by little, the day became cooler. One by one the swimmers climbed back aboard the steamer and stayed there. Finally all of them were out of the water except one. And that one man was George Dorste. George loved the water and he hated to leave it. He was swimming some distance away from the ship’s side, and about half-way between it and the pier. As he splashed about in the river he heard a voice calling on shore and, looking up, saw a native standing on the pier. The native was shouting to George, but in a language he didn’t understand. Then suddenly he began to point toward the ship. George could figure out only one reason for that pointing. He im mediately jumped to the conclusion that someone aboard had dropped something over the side and wanted him to retrieve it. He turned and swam slowly toward the ship. The native on the pier kept right on yelling, but George paid no attention. And then, suddenly, he saw it—a thing that looked like a log floating in the water, but a log that had a rough wrinkled snout and a pair of glassy eyes just showing above the surface! The Pier Was a Great Distance Away. A crocodile! The great reptile was between him and the ship—and not more than 20 feet away from him. A shudder went through George’s body when he saw it. He turned and began swimming toward the pier. But the pier was a great distance away—or at least, so it seemed to George. He knew that beast could catch up to him in less time than it takes to tell the story. He was swimming as fast as he could—exhausting himself in a spurt for the pier. And the crocodile was following along behind. It seemed to George that the great reptile never approached any closer than that original 20 feet—the distance that had separated them when he turned toward the pier. Was the beast playing with him, as a cat would with a mouse? Or was it waiting until George had exhausted himself in his swim toward shore before those cruel jaws opened and closed over him? Still swimming frantically, he reached the pier. And then another terrifying discovery greeted him. As he made frenzied efforts to climb up the poles that supported the pier, he found that he couldn’t. Those polls were covered with a slippery moss. He could make no headway up them. And all the time, now, the crocodile was coming closer, swimming slowly toward what it knew must inevitably furnish it its evening meal. He Scraped and Clawed at the Moss-Covered Piles. By now, George was mad with terror. He was still clawing and scraping frantically at those smooth, moss-covered piles when the native on the dock came to his rescue. Suddenly, the native picked up a huge piece of scrap iron from a pile on the dock, and hurled it at the swimming crocodile. The piece missed. The native threw another —and that one found its mark. It hit the beast on the snout, and it dived beneath the surface. By that time a boat had been launched from the ship. It came tearing across the water as George’s shipmates pulled hard on the oars. It reached George a few seconds after the crocodile had gone down. “As they pulled me out of the water,” George says, “I lost con sciousness for a minute or two. But I came back to life before the boat had reached the ship—in time to see the steely eyes of the crocodile which had reappeared once more. It was following along, not more than 10 feet behind the boat.” And George says that if he’d had a gun then, it would have given him the greatest pleasure to aim it right between those two glassy eye? and pull the trigger. (Released by Western Newspaper Union.) Wildlife Federation Works to Protect Black Bass The National Wildlife federation reports a steady increase in laws protecting America’s most popular game fish, the black bass. In all but five states, there is a closed season on the small-mouth and large-mouth bass. Thirty-eight states prohibit the sale of black bass. In 1937 a federal law was enacted prohibiting the interstate shipment of black bass illegally j caught. A vote in all of the states [ gave the bass first place as the sportsman's choice among 1939 j Wildlife Week stamps. It is point ed out that black bass do not spawn until water conditions are suitable, and that Hie male bass guards the nest until the spawn hatch. While the nest is guarded, the male fish is in poor condition, is easily caught, and his capture means the destruc tion of the eggs. Full protection | until the spawn is hatched is highly j necessary to the welfare of the vari j ous members of the bass family, which includes bluegills, crappy, [ sunfish and rockbass. BRONZE TABLETS MEMORIAL TABLETS Historical and Grave Markers. SACHS-LAWLOR, EST. 1881, DENVER PHOTOGRAPHY 16 PRINTS 25< 801 l Developed and 16 prints 26c. 16 Reprints 26c. REX PHOTO ... OGDEN, UTAH HOSIERY MENDING TAUGHT HOSIERY MENDING COURSE TAUGHT BY MAIL Learn how amt so into business F ree information SCHOOL of INVISIBLE HOSIERY MENDINC 93S Market • - San Francisco, CaHf. V ariety of Cutwork To Beautify Linens Pattern 1998 Variety’s the thing! Here’s a collection of border and corner motifs to make your linens look expensive. Cutwork’s easy—just buttonhole stitch. Pattern 1998 contains a transfer pattern of 18 motifs ranging from 2V2 by 15 inches to 2Vi by 3% inches; mate rials required; illustrations of stitches; color schemes. Send 15 cents in coins for this pattern to The Sewing Circle, Nee dlecraft Dept., 82 Eighth Ave., New York, N. Y. Please write your name, ad dress and pattern number plainly. To Find Our Duty This truth comes to us more and more the longer we live that on what field or In what uniform or with what aims we do our duty matters little, or even what our duty is, great or small, splendid or obscure. Only to find our duty certainly, and somewhere, some how, to do it faithfully, makes us good, strong, happy and useful. RIGHT THIS VSHY MINUTE How DoYou Feel? Tired? Irritable? No ambition? Look at your watch —note the . T -s time. The lame time tomorrow, compare how you feel then with V7 the way you do right now! 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