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flfeftB SfAR, HOPS, star Star ol Hope 1S39; Pres^ list CaBsohdateclJaauaty 18,1MB. 0 Justice, Deliver Thy tt&rdlA Prom '—-- .-....-. ^ . . afterhoon by Staf Publishing Co., Inc. Ate*. H. Washburn), at The SU* building, 2I8-a4 South street, Hope, Arkansas. - « «v C. E. PALMER, President ALEX. H. WASHBURN, Editor and Publisher tAP) Means Associated Press Means Newspaper Enterprise ASs'ri. Stffcttrlption Rate (Always Payable in Advance): By city carrier, per Li^LRf" mo ?$ £*' one **** W ' 50 - fi y mail - to Hempstead. Nevada. Howard, Muter and LaFayette counties, $3.50 per year; elsewhere $6.50. Mertbet of The Associate^ Pfess: The Associated Press is exclusive! • emitted to the use for republieation of all news dispatches credited to It o aot trtherwlse or edited in this paper and also the local hews published herein Charges An Tributes, Etc.: Charges will be made for all tributes, card jf thanks, resolutions, or memorials, concerning the departed. Commercla newspapers hold to this policy in the news columns to protect their readers fr«h a deluge of space-taking memorials. The Star disclaims responsibility fot the safe-keeping or return of any unsolicited manuscripts. The Wolf Where the Doorstep Ought to Be Learning the FacU About "Average Man" HESPITE newspapers, radios, public schools and studj I/ clubs, we tend to be a pretty ignorant lot, Our knowledge of what is goinsr on in the world has big gaps in it. We don even know very much about ourselves. . You can't help meditating along those lines when yoi have a look at the -.survey of "typical small-city life" recently made by the Department of Agriculture.' The department studied a large number of cities and towns, and finally decided that Beaver Dam, Wis., was just about average. Then it went through Beaver Dam with a fine- toothed comb, trying to find out how' the citizens lived, what they, earned, how big their families were, what sort of houses they occupied, and so on. ' ' '•< "' •••' * * * - ,:A$?P.H is Here that some of the surprises begin.to come out. f»-l/ What, for example, is the average family income in this; country? Well, in Beaver Dam, an average-small city, it /was.just $1309. Two-thirds of the people are in the wage- earning class. Eleven per cent of them have been on relief at some time during the last year. Home owners outnumber the renters, very slightly. Average rent paid is $20 a month. „ Ihere. isn t anything very surprising about those revelations—until you stop to think about the sort of man who usually passes for "the average American" in magazines, public speeches and books. «. T i he £ e was Sin ?lair Lewis's "Babbitt," for instance. Although Mr. Lewis himself never said so, Babbitt-Was instantly acceptedj?y the reviewers as a typical American, an average citizen. But Babbitt was a prosperous real estate man whose income, as we,recall it, ran front $5000 to $8000 a yejuv _ Then there was the magazine which, a few-year's ago, picked Ji typical American citizen somewhere in: the middle west. This man, like Babbitt, was several furlongs above the $1309 average revealed in Beaver Dam. He, too, was a business man. Quite obviously, he wasn'taverageat all. Everyone has read magazine articies or:heard speeches m which the average American family is represented as send- v ing its sons to college. It does nothing of the'kind. There have been erudite discussions of the servant problem, in which it is blithely assumed that the average family employs'a maid —which, obviously, it does not. Serious thinkers have complained that the average family today lives in.an apartment, which is nothing less than absurd. > , " , v *• '•• -( - - - . * v * ;-:•.•;:• •. , • ;•./•.. "THE plain truth, of course, is that there is •no.such animal as 1 an average American. But there are certain 'averages about the American people as a whole, and we might as well get familiar with them. We might thereby save ourselves from the error of selecting a prosperous upper-middle-class family as "typical" of the entire nation; we might also realize that our vaunted average income" is, after all, nothing to brag about. Impractical Friendship A MERICAN sentiment probably is preponderantly pro £? Chinese, in the current war. Most of us, no doubt, would like to find some means of expressing our sympathy- if we could do it without putting our nation in danger of involement in the war. But even if this is true, it is a little hard to agree with th congresswoman from Indiana who told a D. A. R. meeting ii Washington the other day that the farn'ous Japanese che'rrv trees m Washington should be cut down and sold for fire wood, These trees, said the congresswoman, are "symbols o Japanese propaganda"; by destroying them, we would show our contempt for that propaganda and our strong sympathy for invaded China. , That may be true; but we would also rob pur capital ^. some genuine beauty, and would leave the Chinese just as thoroughly invaded .as before. If we must make gestures Jets find one that costs Jess and has more practical value. 6,1037 A Book a Day By Sfttt* Cation PlnmiHiR MnrHflu*? This Mny Jolt Von It hnsn't occurred to most of ns, probably, but man is about the most neglected of nil living creatures from the standpoint of accurate scientific study. As n matter of fnct we know a great deal more about the motor engine than the human engine. Wo are far more Intelligent about raising crops than in raising children. The result is that nftcr GO.000,000 yenrs of evolution, man isn't doing us well as he might. Dr. Ernest A. Hooton, professor of anthropology at Harvard University, states the case in n most remarkable nnd stimulating book, "Apes, IVfen ali(l Morons" (Pulliam: $.1.00). Incidental* ly, it is one of the liveliest books to romp off the presses in « long time. Dr. Hooton sut-veys the whole sweep of man's evolution, "in Which we started out with a tree shrew and ended up with Mff. Simpson," nnd attacks next Ihe (uiestion of whore we Ro from liero. It is apparent, avers the profes- '•or, thnt unle.<w we have n pretty general human housecleaiiing, as a race we aren't, going very far, The whole trouble is that wo have been trying to save the race by science when we should have been weeding out the species, . i "It seems to me perfectly clear,") says Dr. Hooton, "Hint, what we must! do is to encourage n .s - itdo\vn reproduc-1 live .strike of the'busy breeders arnohg Jie morons, criminal.'! and social inef- j fectunls of our population." In so doing, we would solve incidentally most of our pressing social problems. Dr. Hooton will jar you jrelly hard but anyone who is plnn- ling marriage or, is even remotely ikely to do so ought to rpud it—everv lne!-P. G. P. By Olive Roberts Barton Going Places On Saturday— It is Saturday and the children are wrrie from school.' Mrs. Ellis has a Lineheon-bridge engagement, but first ie has to do some shopping. So she ets Heta to come in and stay with Hal and-Dorothy. She very kindly leaves money for fternoon movies, and sees that there » plenty-,of- fppd prepared for an ice uhcn. In addition, everything is all ready to put the finishing touches to a six o'clock dinner, because she knows that she will be late getting home. The Russian Ballet is in town, and Mr. and Mrs. Ellis have tickets for the evening. So she suggests that Reta stay over and help with a taffy pull, telling Hal and Dorothy to invite some of ..their friends .in. manager and a fine mother. Her children are well cared for and happy Tills is an excellent way to arrange for the days she is going to be out and Reta has been carefully selected and is dependable. Could there be any criticism of Mrs. Ellis? None, whatever. She needs time of her own to enjoy herself. Housekeeping and mothering is a monotonous job. But with this good mother off at her party, let us talk about her behind her back. She belongs -to a club, several of whose members are business women. The ycannot play bridge or go off to luncheons through the week, so Saturday is their Roman holiday, naturally. And Father Ellis likes to do things t i. «>4iu i-uuiui rmis nites 10 uo inmKS In_eyery way, Mrs.JElhes Is a good Saturday nights, because he does not by OREN ARNOLD, Copyright 1937, NEA Servic., Inc. _ ., Mltor, OK. MOBXIS the American the Health Sulphur Power Usually E— ffective in Checking- ChiggersActivities is the fourth in a series by bein In which lie discusses which live on and irritate the human body. - (No. 389; Specialists in diseases of the skin call chigger bites by the name of Trombi- diosis. Chiggers are also called chigo, a sort of pet name, and occasionally sand flies. A chigger is (ike the common flea except that its nose is longer. 'Furthermore, it gels results in a different way. The female chigger burrows into the sjsin to provide u resting place for herself during the time she lays her eggs. Thus the chigger produces a disturbance more like scabies. Chiggers usually attack the toes and feet, bijt occasionajy they are seen over other portions of the body. Incidentally, rowever, they may also cause disturbances by biting and depositing a small amount of pojson. In this country, chiggers are .most common in the Ojarks and in the southern states, Wo,men and children are disturbed more frequently by them away underbrush, and ,by applying flours of sulphu'r'pr sirtphur (powder over the area where the phig, gers breed. Five or JO pounds of sulphur powder should be enough to spread over an ordinary city lot and take care of most of the chiggers. Chiggers attack not only human be, ing, but have been found to be troublesome to young chickens and turkeys In fact, they have been known to destroy tiny chickens. Of course, men who are tramping jn an area where chiggers may be numerous may protect temselves by wearing high-top shoes over their trousers. They can also dust the skin with the ^ulphur powder. The best step after a chigger bite is to wash with a strong 'If the female has penetrated the ikin, she may be removed by the use junra e -OAOUSO,^ -qpaau iunm e 10 needle or any other sort of penetrating instrument is uied on the skin, it is well to make certain that the skin has been made clean by the use of suitable antiseptics and that secondary infection may be thus prevented. than are men. Often they will invade , th* scalp and the skin under the arm. I The worst period of ««twty for th«j chiflser « from April to September. ; The potato bsetU made an The United &«* Repwtpew* of'aoc* Inq^nawT jStl^rior e Agricujtv* WggMtt IM the presence, World war, but was quickly extwm- of ch4||*rs be checked by ekwing inated. ' CAST OF CHARACTERS U O O B n T UAlrtUY—hero, explorer. JUKilSSA. L A W E — heroine, Barry'* partner. HOA'I.V BEE GIRL—Indlani .member of Barry 1 * jmrty. HADES JONES—pioneer; member Barry's party. * * * VtHterdttys I,o«* la tlif under* ground cavern, Uoh nnd MellxHii NUlTer of tblmt pnd hunger, Then they »e« u lltthi, hear a voice echo. Are (kef tuning- (heir inlodn, they wonder, CHAPTER XVI pOB all of man's genius, one great mystery of life has never been even partly solved. It is the strange fusion of souls, of spiritual entities in man and woman, when consciousness of love is declared, mutual and sincere, It grpws with a sudden ecstatic surge, thence in a gentje and iomehpw staccato harmony, ever Increasing, never reaching an end of its own accord. Jt is as old as Adam, but each man must disr Cover it ior himself, Robert Bsrry discovered it there when death Was hovering, when he fully believed that both he and Melissa Vvere losing their minds. They had been lost in utter darkness for many hours, perhaps several days. They could not even guess how Jong. They had slept st times, fitfully. Embracing each Other now, in the most sacred of moments, they remained silent and very still. Seconds passed— Pop knew not how many—and then suddenly Bob got a grip on himself. He saw himself as a whimpering baby afraid of the dark. Anger replaced fear. Then his trained mind took command. + * * , I'm not hysterical!" He " murmured it to himself, even as he held Mary Melissa there. "On the contrary, I feel remarkaoly calm." He shook his head, as if to clear his eyes of the darkness. He looked behind him again, which would be down. '"LISSA!" He almost shrieked it. '"Lissa!" He was tense with excitement again. But he forced himself to be analytical, critical of his own reactions, teria. No, this was not hys- " 'LISSA! That IS a light! |<ook —HEY! HEY! HELP!" Thirst had muted his voice terribly, but he made all the noise h$ could. He threw rocks. lest they fall over the but they squirmed in yelled too, and between them they made a din of it. Voices answered, from far below. The two understood no words, but they were suffused with happiness. Salvation seemed at hand. They were almost hysterical with anticipation now. "It's Hades Jones! It's Jones! And Holliman! They must have found an outlet hole below somewhere. They're coming! Oh, 'Lissa, they've found us! They—" She too was talking, jabbering. They called and hallowed, and hugged each other as the lights grew stronger. Help was approaching. They dared not move much, ledge, righteous glee. The rescue party was slow in approaching. It had been far below, and the lights disappeared frequently as the men moved around rock formations. They flickered, too, Bob saw. He began to wonder. Why in the name of goodness hadn't Hades used one of the lanterns, instead of torches "Helfo, HADES? HOLLIMAK?" Bob yelled, when he knew they were within 30 yards or so. The lights stopped instantly. No answer came. Progress of the rescuers seemed very strange, then. Bob and 'Lissa peered at them intently. "Hey, what's the matter? Can't you see us?" Bob was impatient. * * * lights were ignited then, and the group separated. Bob and 'Lissa couldn't distinguish the approaching men clearly, but he began to think he saw a half dozen or more forms. Moreover, there was a new and absolutely strange murmur of voices. "Bob!" whispered 'Lissa. "Are you—all right? Do you see what I do? I mean, are we out of our minds? Is this another nightmare after all?" "NO! No, I'm sure! But I don't know what. It's not our party, that's certain. Stand still, and watch. HELLO THERE! WHO IS IT? WE NEED HELP!" Somebody answered immediat- y, but—in a strange tongue! Bob was utterly amazed. He was a linguist. He spoke Spanish, the Mexican dialects of it, not to mention the ordinary Indian languages of southwestern tribes. But this garble was foreign to him. And the men themselves, ilowly approaching, were foreign. The whole thing was impossible. It W9S 3 scene from some weird, Sairy tale, a bit of stage imagery, theatrical and impressive and almost devilish. Bob was breathing hurd, and he could feel 'Lissa trembling. "Good Lord!" He mumbled it. "I never knew it would be this way." But in the same moment he- knew it was real! The light was visible. The men were tangible. They were brown men, he could see now, which would most likely make them Indians. But the setting, the utterly fantastic circumstance — it was something to read by a fireside and scon" at, or a bit of trickery from Hollywood, except for the salient fact that the brown people approaching were abso utely alive, and that his own mind was now as clear and alert as he had ever known it to be. * * * fPHE strangers spoke repeatedly x to him., Some of them, he noted, held weapons; rather well made weapons of natural sticks and stones. They wore scant clothing, mostly loin cloths and a crude sort of san rials. Thnv were muscular men, and they were graceful, but they were not menacing. They tried time and again to communicate with Bob and Melissa, one man especially doing the talking. Bob talked back, in all the dialects he knew, but in vain. Then he motioned for water— and got it. , Some man had brought a skin container, from which 'Lissa then Bob drank and asked no questions. Bob forced her to take it swallow at a time, with long waits between, lest she suffer spasms of sickness and pain. Somewhere he had fortunately heard this warning, probably from old Hades. They got food, too, a dried meat. It was hard, and unsalted, but it was as ambrosia. Bob then though! to divide the last small piece ol chocolate candy with 'Lissa, but suddenly thrust it at the man who appeared to be leader. The brown man snifl'ed it, tasted it, ate it then with childish glee. All the brown men had been staring with a consuming curiosity, at white skin, at clothing, at Mary Melissa especially. Finally they signaled to the two to come, heading back down the trail. "I suppose we'll awaken after a while, honey," Bob grinned and | held her as they walked. "£Jul I whatever this is, ifs one to writs down in the books'" She gave no answer. She w$j too overwhelmed. (To Be Co»«»»e4) inve to get up Sundays. So Saturday is her day out almost every week, just when the children nre at home. What They're Missing It would not matter too much at that, except for the fact that this is one day the children aro free to see things they canno attend through the week. For example, not a dozen blocks away is a museum, filled to bursting with fascinating birds nnd animals. A department on minerals, with uncut gems and varieties of marbles, rocks and meteorites are , a liberal education themselves. There are aisles of huge cases depicting the races of the world in their natural habitats. A floor is devoted to glass, china and pottery. Then every Saturday there is either a children's concert in town or a performance by the Children's Theater Group. There is the Zoo and the Marionette show. Not any of these have Hal and Dorothy seen. They live on movies. If Mi's. Ellis could arrange to get asubstitute on some of her club, days, she really would enjoy taking the children out with her. Even .on Saturday nights, Daddy might arrange to include the. children, in some of his fun, if they are old enough to stay up until ten or eleven and the opera or Jallet is suitable. Since the beginning of the eurth, Aater hiis bee)) Ihe principal agent n rock-muking, in shaping valleys, and n all geological changes wrought in our planet, due to it.s mechanical and chemical action. Be Sure That It's Safe to Pass When Massing other cars in traffic lie absolutely sun- thai you CUM do so without erttlinigerlnif your life or-the lives of others. Allow » wide imiigiu fur safely. Bo certain that If liny other cixis arc coming In your direction you have more than cncuifh time to get around Die car In front, even If Ihe other cars should increase their speed greatly. And do not, under any circumstances, pass on hills or curves. : LAPPER FANNY *** By Sylvia •© BT NM sewer, we. T. M. dtc. u.». CAT. ofr.- 'You know I'm not goin 1 to turn around when you whistle! II vou want me to stop, can t you yell politely?" Film Magic Strikes a Snag Without a Sign of a Blush. HOLLYWOOD.—Up to now, movie magicians seem to have beun able to accomplish anything — earthquakes, hurricanes, cataclysms and holocausts. They can do ghosts ami other disembodied effects. They can make a per- soon look like somebody else, ami they can use one person's sinning for another person's acting. They cun turn back time. But now, with the coming of Technicolor, the screen's scientific sorcery is stymied by a simple little emotional reaction—the blush. Wild Bill Wellman, who hopes never to direct another picture in black and white, brought up the problem of the blush the other day, and it has been keeping me awoke nighUs. What'.s to be done about it, anyway? \Vellman skipped the true gravity of the problem by saying merely that from now on, actresses will have to leurn how to blush. He should have 'blushed when he said it. He knows as well as you and I do that no actress save perliaps the most dewy ingenue can stir in her cheeks the flame of modesty or confusion. Can you imagine Mae West, blushing? Q>' Carole Lombard? Or Greta Garbo? The hands and legs of unknown women sometimes double in closeups elrief thinks maybe Jre'JJ get. Jxev » horse Ior ! for those of stars, but the blush is j xomuhing that couldn't be dubbed In. Also there's a problem of a flaming. embarrassed face' when none Is called for in the script. You've no idea how red must of the young leading men become when they're locked in the arms of some of our more torrid clinchers. A Horse on Him One of this department's friends in New York n-.lnys a little story from the recent National Horse Show in Mndlson Square Garden. William Powell was a visitor one night as a guest of Mrs. John Hay Whitney. Horse show crowds, particularly at the Garden, are pretty thoroughly immune to celebrities. After all, scores of famous people are actual participants—exhibitors and riders and drivers. Also the spectators are there to see horses and not to collect autographs. A saddle horse class was in the ring, lined up for judging, when Powell arrived. As the judges walked along the line, sizing up the entries, the crowd kept up A mild roiuul of applause for its favorite horses. Just as the movie actor entered Die Whiuiey box the show judges approached an especially popular horse and there was a resounding burst of handclapping. Mr. Powell arose and made a deep bow. Strictly personal: Best still-camera study in Hollywood is Marlcne Dietrich. Knows how to pose herself, and insists on doing it. A full-length mirror must be placed close beside the camera, and by peeping in the glass the actress know? just how she'll look to the lens. The same routine is followed for some of her movie scenes, especially those in which she strikes u languorous pose. Worst still-camera study is Bing Crosby. Won't keep appointments for sittings, won't dress up for portraits, and won't sit still when finally cornered by the lens-men. Too little vanity is a rare thing in a player, but when it occurs it drives studio people crazy. Gary Cooper hates to shave, and his black jowls are a great trial to eine- niatographers who have to get the lighting just right. Bettc Davis is the only actress who'll permit herself to be photographed at unflattering times, uch as in her dressing room witix hair awry u«d makeup only half applied. Charlie Chaplin cuts his own hair. tiates barber shops ujid may go only ix or eight times a year. Meanwhile le trims the edges himself. Heather Thatcher wears a monocle, jut not as an affection. One eye needs special glws. At bajiquets and befits, bl<*ck BiU always begins his speech by aroynd the room ng. "Well, I guess I'm the only Qen- Ule here!"

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