WO gTAfi, HOPfi, ARKANSAS Hope 9 Star Star of Hope lifif; Press, 1927. Consoliaatetl January 18, 1929. 0 Justice, Deliver Thy Herald from False Report/ Things Haven't Changed So Much Since Columbus* Time Published every week-day afternoon by Star Publishing Go., Inc. <& &rpalm« & Atefc H. WashtmttO, at The Star building, 212-214 South Wataut street, Hope, Arkansas. *"*"""""' C E. PALMER, President ALftfc tt. WASttStrttK, Editor and Publisher ^^ (AP) —Means Associated Press (NBA)—Means Newspaper Enterprise Ass'n. Subscription Rate (Always Payable in Advance): By city carrier, per 15cj per month 65c; one year $6.50. By mail, in Hempstend, Nevada, HoWfd, Miller and LaFayette counties, $3.50 per year; elsewhere $6.50. Memfrer of The Associated Press: The Associated Press is exclusively entitled to the use for republication of all news dispatches credited to it or not otherwise credited in this paper and also the local news published herein. Chtttfa on Tributes, Etc.: Charges will be made for all tributes, cards <rf thanks, resolutions, or memorials, concerning the departed. Commercial newspapers hold to this policy in the news columns to protect their readers fattn a deluge of space-taking memorials. The Star disclaims responsibility lot the safe-keeping or return of any unsolicited manuscripts. Shifting Trends That Vex Business Men TUST as if we didn't have enough other things to worry about these days, we are now invited to view with alafm the fact „ that mother doesn't begin to bustle around in the kitchen .the'way she used to. The invitation comes in the form of an address delivered 7 before a recent convention of the American Gas Association by '"£" veteran gas company executive, Walter G. Beckjord. Th& good old days of man-sized breakfasts, says Mr. Beckjord,-seem to be gone forever. No longer does the sturdy citizen sit down to a table full of bacon and eggs, cornbreacl, potatoes and fried cornmeal mush, as in the good old days. Instead'he looks respectfully at a glass of orange juice, a plate of toast ancTa cup of coffee and calls that skimpy combination Ms morning meal. Mr. Beckjord and the gas companies draw cards in this situation, of course, because of the fact that when mother cooks a big breakfast she uses a lot of fire; and when, as and if, she is using a gas range, a lot of the gas company's product -is consumed. The orange juice, toast and coffee combination, on the other hand, burns very little gas—none at all, as Mr. ,Beckjord remarks sadly, if there are electric toasters and percolators in the house. XXX N OW all of this probably strikes the ordinary citizen as mildly amusing. Yet it is far from amusing to the gas companies, which find an unlooked-for shift in popular habits cutting into their business; and it is just a sample of the unpredictable hazards that all kinds of business face these days. The cotton textile industry, for instance, had no way of knowing that women were suddenly going to stop wearing three petticoats at a time and content themselves with one filmy slip; but they did, and the demand for cotton textiles is.a good many million yards less today than it would be otherwise. Nor could the baking industry foresee that these same women would' decide that bread was fattening—and thereby knock a sizable hole in the annual sales of that commodity. " 'You could go on citing such examples all day, and \yhen you- got through you would begin to understand why business executives so often get gray hair. Ordinary competition a business man expects. He can meet that; it's part of the game. But-when some new habit or idea suddenly carries his customers entirely away from' the whole industry of which he is arpart; he is: next to helpless. •"' 'Such shifts are characteristic of American life. They offer fortunes to the men who can foresee them and get in front of them; but they mean the biggest kind of trouble to the mn who get caught in the squeeze. 6MTIR6LV VlSlOMARY ANt> INSPtfACTICAU IN FACT, 'JEUIIUG snoiqujduiE ire uiojj ouirj oiuos is not adapted to living in exceedingly wet places. For that reason it is necessary for such a worker to wear high rubber boots and similar protective coverings. In industry it is also customary to overcome the hazard of dampness to some extent by suitable ditching which carries away excess water. In industries where water is exceedingly damaging to the skin as, for example, among washer-women, the wearing of rubber gloves may be helpful and in some industries it is customary to oil the skin thoroughly to overcome the hazard of damage to the skin from moisture. Any person who is required to work in an area that is damp should have a thorough understanding of the condition of his lungs and of his joints be- fore he undertakes that as a regular occupation. There seems to be plenty of evidence from the experience of workers in industry that exposure to constant dampness is capable of real harm to the human body. NEXT: The strange and painful compressed air disease. •«>-«<=» From Golden Fleece to Farmland, Is Progress MOSCOW— (/P)—The hot. wooded swamp where Jason of Greek mythology went in search of the golden fleece is being reclaimed for subtropical agriculture. Kolkhida, known to the ancients at Colchis, covers 550,000 acres on the Georgian shores of the Black sea. Within five years, soviet engineers have drained 40,000 acres and turned them over to collective farmers. Poti, a seaport, is the chief city. By means of embankments and a network of drainage canals, 113,000 acres are to be reclaimed by 1940 for 5,000 peasant families to raise, tea, tangarines, lemons and oranges. Reclamation of 150,000 acres more is planned after 1940. Doily Dozen For Judges PERLEBERG, Germany—(flV-White- bearded judges, attorneys, clerks and all other employes of the district court here must start their work-day with fifteen minutes of morning exercises. The president of the court said physical exercise was the best way to prepare for the monotony of court routine. Guarding a President B ECAUSE cranks and murderous fanatics have a way of appearing when you least expect them, the secret service has to guard American Presidents with unsleeping vigilance. This hems the President in more than he usually likes, and also works a hardship on innocent people—yet it seems utterly unavoidable. When President Roosevelt drove through Hood River, Ore., the other day someone on the sidewalk tossed a package at his automobile. Alert secret service men instantly knocked it down. When they opened it, they found that it contained flowers and a had-embroidered handkerchief. An elderly i woman said that she had thrown it; she meant it for a present j for Mrs. Roosevelt. Her charming little gesture came to a sad end, and the woman doubtless felt bad about it. Yet what is the secret service to do? There are just enough homicidal nit-wits on earth to justify them in fearing that such a package, sailing out of a mixed crowd, might contain a bomb. They were right in doing what they did. But one can't help wishing that such care was unnecessary. BY MARION WHITE Copyright, 1937, NBA Service-Inc. ocfor •S. X. Reg. U. S. Pat. Off. By UK. MORUIS F1SHBE1N Editor, Journal of the American Medical Association, and of Hygda, the Health Magazine. Extreme Heat, Like Rapid Changes in Temperature, Imperils Workers' Health This Is the second of a series of ,9rt|«les in which Dr. Morris Fishbein discusses diseases and other health hazards, in industry. Before considering the special problems of health associated with various industries, it is well to realize tha: certain general conditions may develop in any industry or in groups o; industrttei •The human body has in it certain factors for controlling its own temperature. It is possible, however, for the temperature around the body to be so extreme, either in heat or in cold. that the mechanism of the body will fiof function satisfactorily. There are many occupations in which heat is z vital concern in relation to health. It you are exposed to extreme drj heat, you may develop heat stroke This comes with fever, a rapid pulse flushing of the skin, profuse sweating and a fall in the blood pressure. Even tually exposures to extreme heat maj cause inflammation of the tissues wit?. their breakdown £ind destruction. Blast furnace and boiler room workers cooks, laundry room workers, workers in the automobile and chemical industries are frequently exposed to the hazards of beat. JBqually serious with the hazard of heat is the danger of sudden changes in the temperature. The human body doss not adjust itself easily to sudden svere changes. There are experiments which show that such altera- ti$ws io temperature may be accompanied by breakdown in the resistance pf the body to various types of disease, particularly respiratory disease. Sudden changes in temperature oc- •jur particularly to workers in the ice industry, butchers, candy makers, cooks, drivers, electrotypers fishermen, packing house employes and soap makers. Dr. Leonard D. Lockhart, medical' adviser of the great firm in England j known as the Boots Chemical Drug i Company, calculated that 20 per cent • of the loss of time of workers in that | company in 1924 was due to the com- j mon cold. He was convinced that bad | ventilation is definitely related to the| cause of colds. | The employe works in hot, stagnant air which causes the membranes lining the air passages to. become relaxed and j engorged with blood. The germs settle on the membranes of the nose. When the individual goes out suddenly into the cold air, his resistance is lessened and the germs are well implanted, ready to set up disturbances. The hazards of hea tare sometimes not as serious for certain workers as those of the damp. The fisherman, Ihe leather preparer in the glove in- lustry, workers in paper mills, laundry workers, pottery workers, sewer! workers, packing house employes and j many others, including perhaps also, ,-ailors, firemen and icehouse employes, are regularly associated with severe dampness. For years human beings have recognized that dampness is a contributing factor to coughs and colds, rheumatic diseases, changes in the skin and certain infections. The human being, even though he rnay have evolved at CAST OP CHARACTERS PniHCH.IjA FIERCE — heroine, TUunK IVOIMJIII attorney. AMY KIOIIH—Otlly's roommate anit iuurtii>rer f M vfutini. JIM KUllJUKA.t—Cilly'M (Inner. HARRY II U T C III X S — Amy's BtmnKe vlHttor. SElldKAXT DOliAN —Afllcrr ««- •iKtiori to solve (ho murder of Amy Kcrr. * * * Yesterday! Harry ITutehfnM calls <IH I'rlxollln mid IN rebiilVi'il •>vhon he Intlmntex Ki-rriKiin M'IIH behind (lie murder. Then UN he li.>nveH, ('Illy turiiH suddenly to bcr bedroom, IX'iiJiiM ruiiiiiinKing through her lower bureau drawer. CHAPTER XXV "TPHIS is a surprise," Cilly said to the stalv/art figure in the doorway. "I didn't expect to see you again today." Sergeant Dolan peeled himself out of his dripping raincoat and hung it over the kitchen door. "I didn't expect to be here," he tommented. "Enjoy the picturo?" "Very much, thank you. Except that I missed some visitors by being out this afternoon." Dolan looked at her shrewdly. "So they muffed it, eh? Well, I might have known . . ." He walked into the living room, looked around, Cilly went about lighting the table lamps. It was growing dark quickly, "So your afternoon was wasted?" she asked. "As far as your apartment is concerned, yes. But we had much better luck in other quarters." "Where?" "At the Ralston." Cilly started. The Ralston Hotel was where Jim lived. "Did Jim leave a forwarding address at the Ralston?" "No. He wasn't quite so con- gidei-ate." Cilly straightened a chair, sat down, a little fearful. "What did you discover then?" she inquired hesitantly. * * * "TJOLAN leaned forward. •' "Remember what I told you about the bonds stolen by Kerr'a father fi-cmi the Bluefields National Bunk? That they were still inissing' Well, we got a thou- s>;uic! dollars' worth of them this afternoon in young Kerr's room jit tho llnloton. Funny thing about it—Martin searched that room thoroughly on Monday afternoon, but you know the old saying: if you want to hide something thoroughly, stick it right out where anybody can see it. That's what Kerr did. The bonds were out on a table, carelessly slipped into a- magazine. Martin looked through every crack and crevice of that room, into bureau drawers and between the sheets. But he never thought of going through the magazine; that %vas too obvious." "A little too obvious, it seems to me," Cilly retorted. "I'll bet someone put them there." "Who? Kerr, Senior, stole them; his son is here to dispose of them. I don't know what miracle of fiction you saw this afternoon, but don't ask me to believe that a vindictive, vicious cleaning- woman slipped those bonds into the "I won't ask you to believe anything. You're determined to accuse Jim Kerrigan, and you've a one-track mind, sergeant." "Not at all. But when all the evidence points to one man, v/e can't overlook him because a certain young lady has responded to his personality." "All the evidence does not point to Jim." "Ninety per cent of it does. Kerr's been traveling outside the law these past several months. Naturally, he didn't want you to know that, so to bargain with the girl not to tell, he asked her to meet him up on the roof, where he probably hoped, if she didn't come to terms, that she'd accidentally fall off." He dug into his coat pocket, drew forth something wrapped in paper. He handed it to Cilly — a blue belt, a belt from a woman's chiffon dress. Cilly stifled the cry that came to her lips, her eyes staring hypnotically at this new piece of evidence. The belt belonged to Amy Kerr's blue chiffon dress . . . the one she had taken up on the rooi to- air! "you recognize it?" Cilly cjid not, could not, answer. This' was the last straw, she thought. This was the last link in the chain that was slowly, surely binding Jim to the murder. . . . Her head spun madly; there was a wild throbbing in her temples, a choking in her throat. She tried to think of an explanation, but her thoughts were a whirlpool of horror and despair. . . . She was dimly conscious that Dolan was s-.il! speaking; she- heard his voice, relentlessly pursuing: ". . . found it in the pocket of one of his jackets . . . probably wore it here. We have the dress down at headquarters. You remember the girl was holding it in her hand. . . ." But the words did not register in her mind. * * * CUDDENLY the throbbing in her ^ temples gave way to a sharp, insistent ringing. Habit, more than understanding, forced her to her feet and propelled her to the telephone. Like a sleepwalker, she picked up the receiver, mumbled a mechanical "Hello." "Hello! Hello, Cilly, darling!" Her heart stopped. It was Jim's voice which came over the wire to her! Jim was home again! Everything would bo all right now. . . . But would it? There was Sergeant Dolan, seated not six feet away, watching her like a cat. . . . Dolan who believed Jim guilty in spite of everything. . . . Why, Jim wouldn't have a chance! Not now, with all this new evidence piling up, . . . "Hello!" Cilly said again, me- charucally, just to hold the connection. She was afraid to say more. Here was Jim, whose voice she'd prayed to hear every minute of the past few days, and she couldn't speak to him! All she could think of was that Jim mustn't come back yet. He couldn't be found until she could disprove some of the damning e"i- dence against him. , . . "Hello! Cilly, what's the matter? Can't you hear me?" "Hello." She said it a third time, stupidly, tonclessly, Dolan woi.ld think it was a wrong numbsr. . , , If only her knees wouldn't shake so! "Cilly!" Jim's voice again. "I just got in from Newark Airport. I'm at the Pennsylvania. I'll come right over. . . ." Instantly, Cilly found her voke. The words tumbled from her lips, fast and decisive, before Dolan could get their full meaning: "You mustn't do that. They're wajting to get you, here in my apartment." She slammed the receiver back on its hook. Dolan was on his feet immediately, fire in his eye. "Who was that?" l»o demanded. Cilly did not answer. "So!" he shouted. "You have no idea where the fellow is, but he's near enough to keep in touch with you by telephone. Well, we'll take care of that, young lady. YouVe coming with me, as a matewal wHness, and I'll put someone else in your apartment to take future messages." Cilly paid no attention to his words. Let him arrest her. What did it matter? If only Jim would understand and keep away. . . . (To JJe low One Man Tried (o Escape ttcallty. Islands have hlways offt'red an irre- Istiblc lure to many individuals as an scape from the petty realities of cv- ryday life. Margaret Lane's theme n "At Last the Island" (Harpers: $2.50) s the desire and struggle of Russell Murray, English novelist, to remove imself nnd his complicated household o his particular island. The greater port or Uie action takes ilnces In London. The emotional pe- 'Uliaritics in Russell's household nro nnnifold. Russell himself, selfish and ultured; is a poor business man and his necessitates many false starts for he island. Maisie, his wife, kind, ourgeois and bewildered, and her >lain daughter Emily dread the island mt of course Maisie never thinks of nising an objection. Nigel, Russell's neurotic sou, dislikes [oing to the island until Cornelia, riend of his father and stepmother, lecides to join their exile. Cornelia, nost attractive of heroines, doesn't par- icularly care where she goes as long us it is Sway from London and so from icr love for Tom Willett, tt newspaper- nun with Communistic sympathies, uid a wife. So at last the island, where Rusell's Utopia betrays him and accele- ates Nigel's tragedy. The love of Col-- iclia and Tom finds its conclusion in a chance of happiness lit the cost of ild loyalties. The characters in the novel are very much alive. Their actions and conversations ring true. Combining this authenticity with a probing wit that veers between sympathy and malice, Vliss Lane achieves a sparkling ease in story telling.—B. ,N. If you have a birght ostrich feather ry using it at the vee neckline of a jlnck afternoon frock. A matching eather may be placed on the hat worn with the costume. Are you lying awake nights, mother, worrying about his bones and his lessons? Are you conjuring up visions of doctor bills, when it is all you can do to keep him in books and tiution? I can do no more than give an opinion, because he is not my son, but yours. However we might go over some points together and see if we :an reach a conclusion. In every youth there is a driving imbition to prove himself that we mothers can never hope to understand. Fathers may not have forgotten their own boyhood too completely LO see eye to eye with these lads, but even they, what with responsibility •Ind a cooling of hot blood, are likely to veto the urge to let off steam, which is just about all there is to football. Tom talks them down finally, micl they give a grudging consent for him to try out and see what he can do. Then they lie awake some more and lope for the best. My idea is that there are two sides (o everything, and school sports are no exception. One side of this problem is credits. It is hard for a boy to keep up his scholastic standard and devote time to both training and play. There is always the inevitable war between college sports and the academic department. 'It is no help to either one side or the other that a player be removed from the team if his marks • Wednesday, October 13. 198 "lloy, son, .no toll Hie boss llic plumbing's all in now I cun'l i}et out." saves us a lot of thinking, saves us a lot o ftlu'nkinK, s to the movies (o think? s-ivos time. A villain can be I cd in three seconds by showiti kicking a clog. When you sflffi man sewing tiny garments right away that .she has been" 1 ? about herself in the gossip col 1 To denote the passage of linia.., fall from a calendar. Or mayfiS fall from a tree, and snow rain falls, and birds twitter in again—and a year has gone. has to be done somehow, and For endings these days, coU that is no less artful a device brief lowering of a curtain on dom clinch in silhouette again I always liked th clinch; it had finality. getting so worried about ha sequences that they're conclu lures by showing blissful lov in a books or playing cribbage because it leaves you with th<S)l . . . ., i . i *• > li'-i'-'A^J that there was a clinch finish, censors chopped it out. There still is plenty of famili in use. however pick up the thread By Olive Roberts Barton Boys' Self Esteem Feeds On Sporting Spirit Is your boy trying out for a team? don't satisfy. If colleges and schools feature their athletic departments, they can't play both ends against the middle, and put the brunt of double responsibility on the student to make good at both things. In the meantime, until this matter has been adjusted, parent, you have to weigh your values in terms of your boy. What will prove more- important to him role of onlooker with high marks to his credit, or tackle with squeeze on scholastic standing? Don't decide too quickly. To frustrate a driving ambition may be as unfortunate for hi mas to have him fail. Fortunately, there is leeway between these alternatives, because, the way things are now, players must pass their grades. But this burden of double effort is hard on the boy who tries to keep up ' n e name of his school on the football field, and keep his marks up too. Try to look at it this way. If he is obsessed by pigskin fever, is moderately healthy and can take it as it comes, give him his chance and let him work out his own salvation. I am sure there is less chance of his getting hurt on-the field than there i.s in driving the car. Risk is his glory. His mettle will harden if we don't hold back too much on the alloy. Strenuous sport is an outlet Cor the driving fire of youth that mothers know so little about. Movies May Be Obvious—But We Can at Least Follow 'Em HOLLYWOOD.-Highbrows are always going around sneering about the obviousness of the cinema, and its threadbare situations, its cliches and streotyped plots. I am getting pretty tired of all such carping and cavil, and I say that if the highbrows don't like the familiar devices of our movies let them go to see only German and Russian films, which nobody can make head or tail of. Movie producers found out long ago that the public wants dependable pictures. Victor McLaglen must be a diamond-in-the-rough. Fans would be bewildered if Eleanor Powell were not a small-town gal who dances her way to bigtime stardom on Broadway. In westerns the most daring innovation and director dares introduce is not to have the hero's father get killed. And so on and on. Musicals are all pretty much alike. Football pictures are practically identical. Comedies are stuffed with fine old gags. But so far as audiences are concerned, familiarity breeds content. We movie-goers like to start laughing early when we sense a favorite joke coming up. And it's always comforting to know that the big game will lie won thrillingly in the last minute of the last quarter. A Nice Nap One reason I like double features is that I can go to sleep in the middle of the first one, wake up in the middle of the second, make some mental adjustments for the change of locale and the substitution of a few players—and still see a show that is par in entertainment. If you don't snore, try this fascinating game some time. The least you'll gain will be 90 minutes of shuteye, There is much to be said for the And the girl answers, "No— afriidfbf||g myself." '' Old Movie Customs George Jean Nathan, movies some time ago, named ,.. his pet cliches. He said, "No 'cpuptt^^n.'e girl ever wears shoes and stOckinjpsJtWfl Wall Street men always recelv'e,:piw3^f: that they ahev lust their fortu their wives arc giving balls, ''^ "No man ever appears in hlS save in evening clothes. In all games, someone cheats. In in western dance halls, the broken. Ail evil plots in hatched by the Grand Duke sistud by an adventuress named 5 and .are ultimately set nt artist named Serge. >• "AH women powdering their :; before boudoir mirrors suddenly 1 ;!). hold in the mirrors, to their wide-eyed,' horror, the villain entering th^rpoji), "All hallways contain grandfather's clocks. The only periodical ever* jti 1 tie; found on the library Uihles itv x f(&h« ionublc English country houses; ; i* Photoplay Magazine." . ! 'J'-> } if '' Ozan The Rev. G. W. Robinson conducted regular preaching services atuthe O/an Methodist church, Sunday,night. ' Kenneth Citty, age H, Douglas CU- ty, age 13, and Opal Dean MulUns, Dean Greer and James It-ague, all age 12, make up the band. ; s >'•:•:' The progra mis being sponsored by \ the Ozan Methodist church, pppcorfy \ camlwiches, and hot chocolate will be nerved and there will be a cake walk, The public is invited to come. - Sauerkraut juice and prune make pleasant variations from thie morning orange juice.
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