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MtiEWO HOPE STAR, HOPE, ARKANSAS Wednesday, November 10, Hope • Star Star of Hope l*&; ftttftd, iftft tittftthdAtid January 18, 1929. ' ' ' '' - J " - ...... ' " " ------_. . - -. . 0 Justice, Deliver Thy Herald From False Re-port! Published every week-day 'afternoon by Star Publishing Co., Inc. (C. & Palmw & Alex. It Washburn), at the Star building, 212-214 South JfaMut Strtet, Hope, Arkansas, C. E. PALMER, President ALEX, R WASHSURN'Edltor and Publisher (AP) — Means Associated Press (NSA)— Mean* Newspaper Enterprise Ass'n. Subscription Bate (Always Payabl* in Advance): By city carrier, per lie; per month 6Sc; one year $6.50. By mail. In Hempstead, Nevada, Stfward, Miller and LaFayette counties, $3.50 per year; elsewhere J6.50. Metnbei of The Associated Press: The Associated Press is exclusively entitled to the use for republicatlon of all news dispatches credited to it or not othertdse tredlted in this paper and also the local news published herein The Armistice on Wbutes, Et«.: Charges will be made for all tributes, cards of thanks, resolutions, or memorials, concerning the departed. Commercial newspapers Bold to this policy in the news columns to protect their readers Vom a deluge of space-taking memorials. .The Star disclaims responsibility for the ^aie-keeping or return of any unsolicited manuscripts. America Is No Place for Divided Loyalty "THE Nazi government in Berlin seems bent on making life 1 as tough as possible for people of German descent who no , longer live in Germany. A recent blast from Gen. Hermann Goering's pet newspaper 1 announces that German-blood cisizens of other coun- • tries must now become agents of the Nazi social and economic "program. They must abandon "tin-German" points of view, accept the Nazi ideology and be prepared to "undergo all sacrifices and accept full responsibility" in the present strug- • gle of the German nation. This, of course, is nothing less than a demand that all •Germans live in countries like the United States must automatically hyphenate themselves. They must keep tongue in cheek when they take citizenship oaths abroad. They must dilute their new citizenship, and be prepared constantly to sell out the land o ftheir adoption on orders from Berlin. * * * •THAT any appreciable percentage of Germans in America 1 will pay any attention to this screed in extremely doubtful. The tragic days of the World war showed that American citizens of German birth or descene were as loyal as any. Then as now, the government in Berlin made things pretty difficult for them by demanding that they go down the line for the gaiser on all occasions; but only a scattered handful paid any attention. But the point is that the Nazi government is committing the same grave error that the kaiser's government com. mitted. A plea of this kind harms the government that issues it. It compels other governments to be distrustful. In the amount of ill-will it raises it must inevitably react against its sponsors. Furthermore, it makes things bad for Americans of • German descent. America is a democracy—the very "antithesis of everything National Socialism stands for. Any -American who sets out to become an agent of the Nazi pro- j g?am, as General Goeririg urges, automatically ceases to be a -good American citizen. That is so obvious that General Goering's plea cannot fail to cast a shadow of suspicion on German-Americans generally—however little they may deserve it as individuals, * * * •THERE is one thing more to be said. 1 : All of us, if we trace our ancestry back very far, are ^Americans of foreign descent. If the descent is recent, we are bound to have a sentimental attachment for the old country. That is perfectly natural, and the most ardent patriot cannot object to it. But any American who goes beyond that sentimental attachment and tries actively to transplant to this country the^ ideology of his fatherland—especially when that ideology is a. direct denial of America's most cherished ideals—is forfeiting his citizenship. He has no business here. He will sooner or later draw down on himself the reprisals of the American people. And any German-American who is tempted by General Goering's eloquence might bear that fict in mind. with the ointments and the lotions is supplemented by the use of various light rays. Here, again, however, the treatment is exceedingly difficult, since the dosage of both the drugs used and the rays used must be modified according to the condition of tho skin. It is customary after the skin begins to respond to the treatment to have a period of soothing treatment. Obviously, therefore, it is not safe or desirable for anyone to try to treat himself for this chronic disease of the skin. NEXT: Warts—and superstitions. What is now known as Watling street n London, was a Roman road, built by Julius Caesar during his occupation. By Olive Roberts Barton Death Is Event About Which to Tell Children the Truth What are we going to decide about children and death? Should they be! protected from the knowledge that dear ones die, or be told that Aunt' Eva has gone to a better place than' this, on a long, long journey, and that she will not return? There are two schools of thought about it. One advocates that children, as well as adults, should*tearn to look upon death as a natural thing, such as life. The other insists that shock may result in unhappy memories that shadow life, and may oven leave a deeper mark upon emotional stability. I believe that both have a real basis BY MARY RAYMOND Copyright, 1937, NEA Service, Inc While Congress Stalled F OR several years now Congress has had before it legislation which would tighten the federal food and drug laws. Subjected to all kinds of pressures, Congress has let the matter slide. Now we get the tragedy of the "elixir of .sulfanilamide," which has caused more than 50 deaths to date. This tragedy can be attributed pretty directly to the laxity of existing legislation. Dr. Morris Fishbein declares bluntly in the Journal of the American Medical Association that present federal laws governing the food and drug administration are ''so woefully inefficient as to hamper its authority." Let's hope that we don't need another tragedy like this one to jar our national legislators into action. •c. it. HP?, u. s. rat. on By DK. MORKIS FISHBEIr< Editor, Journal of the American Medical Association, and of the Health Magazine. Psoriasis Is an Annoying Malady Which Can Be Very Hard to Treat This Is the 17th of a seiies of articles in which Dr. Morris Fishbein i discuses diseases of the .skin. (No. Ml) One of the most common of the .skin diseases is psoriasis. This condition occurs usually in people who are fairly well. It is distinctly a skin disease although it is believed to have some constitutional background. Psoriasis appears in people of any ager—from childhood to adult life. It may affect either men or women. Usually the condition gets better in the summer and worse in the winter Psordiaiis has been found from time to time associated with almost any other disease, including particularly the rheumatic disease*. In the treatment of the condition it is necessary to control the entire hygiene ot the individual and sometimes, almost regardless of treatment, the condition occurs again and again. In psoriasis, dry, reddish,' rounded or oval patches appear on the body. usually on the backs of the arm» and the fronts of the legs as well as on the scalp. The condition may also spread to the palms or affect almost any portion ol the body although it i» more rare on the face. The typical psoriasi* usually skips the face but may extend slightly onto the forehead. The condition is more likely to be found on the backs of the hands than on the palms and the soles of the feet. In this condition the reddened spots become covered with scales which are of a mocher-of-pearl color. When the scales are removed, a tiny bleeding point will be seen where they have been attached. It is, of course, possible for a condition like psoriasis to be subjected to a ieconrlary infection, although this does not occur frequently. The cause stances there may be a hereditary in- of psoriasis is not known. In some in- fluencu. However, it is rather rare to see two or more cases in the same family. It has been suggested that the condition is in some way associated with diet, that it is caused by a parasite or an infection, that it is due in some manner to a wrong action of the glands, but none of these suggestions ha.s been proved to represent the actual cause in the condition. It is possible by adequate treatment to bring about relief of psoriasis, at least for a while. This involves the application of a considerable number | of different preparations to the skin in various orders, depending on the response of the skin to the treatment. Sometimes the treatment of the skin CAST OF CIIAHJVCTEIIS 1VEXTWORTII, lUTolnl-. nttrnrtive ilcliulnnte. ALA.V JKPKH.V, hero, rlnlnu ToiiiiAf nrflftt. HAUUY WENTWORTH, ,1111'H •tenlirnther. J A C Iv WEXTWORTir, .TIIt'H li rot It or. SYLVIA Sl'TTOX, oil lielrcs*, * * * YeHtorilny: Ardnth Hit* for Alnn OH n model. Alnn KOCM fur n \v:ilk vvhon tht k work IN nearly flntsfitMl, Icnvintr her nlone In Ills xiudlo. 31raii!iimv Jill nrrlveH and IN tlu- ll/inll} greeted liy Ardalll. CHAPTER XIX J ILL r.tared at Ardath, bewilderment in her eyes. Ardath! Fresh from sleep, her hair tumbled, only half-dressed. Afterward Jill's eyes were going to be wells of miserable tears. But she was glad now—if you could call beiag hurt and proud and numb "girad"—that her face was not revealing her suffering. That she was able to look at Ardath coolly, proudly and v/ith complete poise. "V/on't you come in?" Ardath asked, delighting in the situation. "No, thank you," Jill replied. "I'm sorry. I didn't know you lived here." "I don't live here. Exactly," Ardath answered, Her voice was amused, Jill turned and walked steadily toward her car, hearing the slamming of the door behind her. Uefore she reached her car, she stumbled against a small figure. Small, bird-like eyes in a wrinkled face gazed up at her. "You been in a kinda hurry," a quavering voice said, with a chuckle .sounding in it, "and e»'ly. I didn't theenk pretty girls get up at seex o'clock." Automatically, Jill pushed back the cuff of her coat. Her little jewelled watch was ticking on her arm merrily, as though nothing had happened to its owner. Both hands marked the hour. It was exactly six o'clock. "I don't need those theengs," the old wo/nan said. "I'm out every day thees lime. You can't fool Old Rose." * * » J ILL stood for a moment regarding the smiling old face. Rose! Once, maybe this ancient person had been young and beautiful and happy. Maybe, though, she had been as unhappy as .she, Jill, was now. Perhaps she had found forgetfulness with the years. On an impulse, she reached into her purse and drew out a bill, which she pressed into one claw- like hand. Then, Jill pulled the cherry-red woolen scarf from about her throat and wrapped it fbout the old woman's shoulders, heard a startled exclamation as she got in her car. "God bless us!" Jill looked back as she started the motor. The old beggar—she must be a beggar, for who else would be out at this hour—was staring at her with a dazed expression on her face. Both hands clutched the bright red scarf. It was after the car rounded the corner that tears came, rolling down Jill's cheeks unheeded. She was conscious of many curious eyes. But she was past caring. Her world, a beautiful dream world though it had been, had crashed. Her idol had not been found with feet of clay, but with feet of mud. Alan and Ardath, An ugly romance between them. She must stop thinking of him. She must go back home, and greet everybody at breakfast with a nice morning face. The face of a girl awfully happy over being engaged to Milo Montanne. , Jill shuddered. She couldn't go back now. She would go to Patty and stay until she could face the family with more composure. She wouldn't wake .Patty for awhile. She would drive for awhile and then go home, * * * URING the time Jill was driving aimlessly about the streets with her white, strained face, Alan had reached his apartment and let himself in with his latch key. The place was now quite empty, a fact which brought a feeling of intense relief. In the rear room, the stripped easel met his eyes, and then a bit of blackened canvas on the hearth. He smiled grimly. It had been a good picture. But he would for- .jet all about it. Its destruction meant that Ardath Holm was now definitely out of his life. Which was a good thing. If she had hung around, she might have done some real damage. The telephone rang later in the morning and he answered it uneasily. He was almost certain he would hear Ardath's voice faking penitence. "Hello there, old chap." The voice had a familiar ring. It was—of course it was—Vic Ainsworth, whom he had last seen heading for the grind of an English bank. "Vic! Where are you? I'll take a taxi—" "I'm sorry as the deuce, Alan. But I'm leaving for Louisville in a few minutes. Missed my train last night, all because a beautiful girl wanted your life's history. But it's just as well I didn't get off. There's something I think y*u should know—" "Not bad news. Surely—" "I'm afraid so. Lord Jeffry isn't well, Alan. Mother wrote he was in poor health. I haven't the right to say so, old man, but I think this isn't the time for pride and family quarrels. Maybe I shouldn't advise you—but I'd like to." "It isn't necessary." Alan's voice wns husky with emotion. "I'm afraid I've been n selfish know-it- all." He felt stunned. His father with his oak-like constitution! He couldn't remember the time he had ever been sick. He had an iron constitution that matched an iron will. "I'll leave for home tomorrow," Alan said slowly. "There's no great hurry, Alan. A good rest and seeing you again is about all your father needs to pull him around. I've an idea he should be getting out of harness, though." * * * ALAN smiled grimly. Getting out of harness! His father would never slip it unless he could place it upon his son,. He thought wearily: If it will bring the old fellow any happiness and peace of mind, I'll give up painting. Surely, he had done nothing with it of which either he or his father could be proud. "Sun Over Seville" was still in the hands of the dealer to whom Jill had gone. The dealer had persuaded Alan to allow him to place it on sale. "I'll sail tomorrow," Alan said, slowly. "Thanks Vic for telling me." "But Alan, your work. I'm serious. There's no reason to hurry home." "There's no reason to stay," Alan replied, briefly. "But you're coming back." "No, I won't come back." Vic Ainsworth said uneasily: "1 don't doubt that your father has changed this past year. Softened. Don't smash your bridges, Alan." He added casually—too casually. 'By the way, the girl I was talking with about you was Jacqueline Wentworth." "You were there!" Vic smiled. Then, he had been right. The electric note in Alan's voice told him everything. "Yes. She wus quite excited when I said I knew you. I gathered she thought quite a lot of you." There was a silence, more illuminating than words would have been. Alan's face had tightened with pain. Jill. He was leaving Jill forever. Jill, who had shaped a world for him, and then had toppled it. (To Be Political Announcements The Star Is aulhori/cd to make the following candidate announcements subject to the action of tho Democratic city primary election Tuesday, November 30: For City Attorney STEVE CAUR1GAN ROYCE WE1SENDEROER Aldcrmmi, Ward Three F. D. HENRY of truth. But there is one argument against the former, Hoxv, exactly, aro we to teach children not fear death, when almost nil of us drenc! H and refuse to face tho idea of it? A few fatalistic nations, particularly Orientals, have cultivated a calm philosophy about dentil, but we Occidentals have no centuries behind us to ingrain this iiKliferoncc toward cessation of life. Spare Child the Funeral Doctors who sec death often naturally begin to lose patience at our refusal to fice it, and among them we find the exponents of acceptance. "It is time," sakl a brilliant surgeon to me recently, "that children, adults, everybody learn to take a difcrcnt attitude. 1 believe that the perpetual fo;ir of dying is responsible for seemingly irremediable illness, and for death itself." As for children, lot us sec. Is it death itself, or the terrible drama that we make of it that leaves the child shuddering? It depends upon ago, of course, for older children pick up a defense in their growing knowledge that makes them le.ss susceptible to the impressions of the funeral nnd burial. It is the latter that leaves the most grievous impression on the young or emotional child's mind, so our question is answered. Therefore I believe that nearly all children should be spared the details of the grave. At least they should n«t witness the rites of burial. And, where possible, depending on the love involved, I suggest that they lie spared the scenes of extreme grief. In short. I think that funerals in general arc unfortunate experiences for children. Prepared For Truth Death cnn bo explained truthfully. There need be no fairy tale about it, except to the very young, who would not understand nnd might convert it into a monstrous terror. Today's children know more about death than yesterday's. They sec movies. They read books. They get about. But one of the laws of all children's literature today is avoiding harrowing details. Tho child will not shudder at truth but will long remember and long .suffer over explicit narrative. The same rule. I believe, should govern our handling of death. As the child grows, and mentality makes a fair foil for feeling, then he is more ready to stand the intimate contact, the sights and sounds that pass a loved one on his way. Error for Waldorf EVANSTON—Lynn Waldorf, known as one of the calmest of football coaches, had his reputation impaired during the Wisconsin game. He stuck n lighted pipe in his pocket, doing his suit very little good. FLAPPER FANNY By Sylvia -® SY NM uftice, INC. T M. ftea. 0.«, P*f. OFF. "1 guess it costs ;i lot to lie in society, doesn't it, fami) :'" "Vcnh. After you're introduced t>; ilie n^hl people, \ou IWM- to meet a lot ol sociiil obligations." Ho\v a Scenarist Looks on the Mad World He Inhabits Paul Ifnirteim's gui'st conductor today Is Joseph Schrank, a puckish* screen writer whose name is to he found on such pictures as "1'iigc Miss Glory," "larger Than Life" and "Swing Your Ixidy"—although what he wants people ti> remember him by i.s his children's book. "Seldom and Ihc Golden Cheese." Ky JOSEPH SCHRANK These notes were found in nn cmply Scotch bottle floating off tho beach at S;jnta Monica. They are from the diary of a writs' on a major Hollywood motion picture studio lot. I have examined the notes carefully, compared Iho handwriting, and have established conclusively that the notes are my own. Oct. 2.—The head keeper called me up to his office today and tried to fool me. I didn't mind. Everybody's fooling here. For instance, they try to tell me he's tho producer nnd this is the writers' building. But they can't fool me—he's the htad keeper and this i.s the nut house. Anyway, he was sitting there behind his glasses staring at me through and through. He had a lot of pages in his hands with marks on them that 1 made all last month. He snid he'just read Today's it and if 1 keep on like this thc\ llf\ soon let mo out of here and 1 can go I? out in the world and be like other t people. "But 1 don't believe him bo- cause I'm not feeling any better— I in V feeling worse. Oct. 4.—The bend keeper's nssisl ml * called me up today and asked fin *, more pages. 1 told him I didn't hue , nny nnd laughed. Hi- didn't lauph Oct. 5.—I thought I was pretty bulls ' off, but I'm beginning (o think the pa- ' tient in the next cell is even worse f He's new—committed a week ago for a long term. Ho suffers from Inuqh- t ing fits—gets them all the lime—every five minutes or so. The head keeper explained to me that lie is a gag m in * and I feel sorry for him because I T know that's serious and can't be cured Oct. 9.—Thc fellow across the hall j that's been working on those pictuies , about mother love is getting worse When they first brought him here he thought he wns Eugene O'Neill. Now^ he . thinks he's Shakespeare. For" months now nobody can seem to get a word out of him. He claims he 3 thinking—but his keeper can't find out about what. Oct. 12.—Two doors down from mo , there is a sad case. The fellow theie keeps walking around and around and ' around in a little circle all day long. Yon want to know why? His feet arc connected with his head nnd if his feet slop, his head stops. •>, The fellow next to him i.s an even sadder case. He claims everybody has forgotten him—no keeper ever sends' for him—he doesn't remember when he was cummillcd, or what for. and l has no idea when they'll let him out, Oct. 19.—The gag man sits around all day long these days with a big scissors and a paste pot, cutting out * jokes, pictures, cartoons, lines, etc., from hundreds of magavines, newspapers, books, pamphlets, ele., mut- t tering to himself over and over ag.nrj "This'll come in handy some timo, » I thought it was a new symptom, bu$, his cell mate tells me he's been doing it for years in other institutions. , Oct. 26.—Late in the afternoon, I fell into a fitful sleep, only to have thq patient from the next cell come in and yell "Hey, wake up— it's after five— you're sleeping on your own time By Bruce Catton Contentious Heroes of Early Medicine, BY CAROL DAY Y OU never have enough of these workmanlike clothes if you are a woman who keeps a home. And there is no type of dress in which the economy of sewing is so quickly demonstrated. For less than a dollar, you can make the trim little frock in Pattern 8084 and you will agree with us that it is well styled enough to be used again and again in your home sewing. There are a minimum of seams, only darts being used to give a trim-fitting waistline. The short sleeves are set in to give perfect freedom at all times—no seams to bind and catch. If you are just learning how to sew, this is a fine pattern for your purpose. Included in the pattern is a complete and detailed sew chart showing you exactly how to proceed. Pattern 8084 is designed for sizes 30, 38, 40, 42, 44, 46, 48, 50 and 52. Size 38 requires 4 5-8 yards of 32 or 35 inch material and 2 1-2 yards of braid to trim. The new Fall and Winter Pattern ):"took is ready for you now. It has 32 pages of attractive designs for every size and every occasion. Photographs show dresses made from these patterns being worn; a feature you will enjoy. Let the charming designs in this new book help you in your sewing. One pattern and the new Fall and Winter Pattern Book—25 cents. Fall and Winter Book alone—15 cents. To secure your pattern with step-by-step sewing instructions, «end 15 CENTS IN COIN with your NAME, ADDRESS, STYLE NUMBER and SIZE to TODAY'S PATTERNS, 11 STERLING PLACE. BROOKLYN, N. Y., and te »ure to MENTION THE NAME OF THIS NEWSPAPER. ' * , . *+• There must be something ubout the practice of medicine that lends to i,m- lankcTOusness. At any rate, the IUTOUS n! American medicine—as portniy'l in Jitines Thomas Fluxner's lively hook, "Doctors on Horseback" (Viking. $2.7.1) —suem to have been a highly disputatious and contentious lot. There were Bnejainiii Church ;md, John Morgan, for example; great uion, bulh of them, foremost medical scientists at the time of the Revolution, .striving to keep Wathiiit'.tiin's army from dynig in thu rudimentary hospitals of the day. and simultaneously carrying on a billor feud with eaclv other. Then there wa.s the famous Benjamin Hush, who fought bitterly with, Dr. Shipped, took part in the Con way ""* cabal against Washington, anil called down the wrath of all the gods on t.uch doctors a six*fused to go along witli hi.s drastic blood-letting and purging regimen. And lastly, there were Dr.s. C. W. Long and William Morton, who almost at the same limu introduced ether as an anesthetic—and touched off a fight for glory, which is still echoing in Ihc halls of science. But (hough cantankerous, lhc.se early doctors were able citizens. It is an unforgettable picture that Mr. Fluxuer tkt'tches of Dr, Ephraim McDowell performing tho first successful ovario- tomy in frontier Kentucky, while a mob outside wailed to lynch him if his patient should die. There is a wealth of highly interesting reading in this book. As a record of American medicine's progress, it is invaluable; and it is told in a readable, non-technical style (hat makes it attractive to the lay reader wilhout over-popuarizing or over-simplifying its substance.

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