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oB^s.v ^ -?-<?• ] '' 'wf^F,v<^ '" « J > I * j > f. r r*? , ' / A "" (V 'i t r 'w* r ( s ' 'H JKOP8 STAR, Star Thy tttrald From Pals* foport! .... .. . .... ^ t^.Jj.. ...... ^ . ... V .. ._ . ._ . .... Week-day afternoon by Star Publishing Co., Inc. & Alex. H. Washbtttn), at The Star building. 212-a4 South J&fee, Atkanstis. C. S» PALMfift, President ALEX. It, WASHBURN. Editor and Publisher as Second-class matter at the postoffice at Hope, Arkansas tinder th* Act ot March 3, 1891 "Th6 newspaper fa an institution developed by modern civil- etit the news of the day, to foster commerce and Industry, ly circulated advertisements, and to furnish that cheek upon it whkh no constitution has ever be*n able to provide."—CoL R. |i$titf$tttptiait Rat* (Alwnys Payable hi Advance): Br city carrier, per *•""-" 1g« pur month 65; one year $6.50. By mail, ifi Hempstead. Nevada, T Millet and LaFayette founties^ $3.50 per yearj elsewhere $6.50. tembcr. <rf The Associated Press: The Aswciated Press is exclusively to the use for repubtication of all news dispatches credited to it or vise credited in this paper and also the local news published herein. Another Question WHAT TH6 MfiW ;Katffiftal AdverHsfnr, Repsescttlnthres: Arkansas Oallies, Inc., Memphis, BW«.; New York City, 369 Lexington; Chicago, 111., 75 E. Wack- i'EWSve;"Detroit, Mich, fl& Woodward Ave.; St Louis, Mo., Star Bldg « IWtmtes, Etc.: Charges will be made fot all tributes, cards resoltttions, or memorials, concerning the departed. Commercial hold to this policy in the news columns to protect 'Jioir readers a deluge of space-taking memorials. The Star disclaims responsibility tete-ke*ping or return tA any unsolicited manuscripts. f iy Dr. Morris Fishbein impoltant and most cnti- Jrt'ortc-'s life is at birth. A tt's entire life may be affected 'good or evil, physically, by the 1 jh which" he is brought into this By Olive Roberts Barton "Mother," said Marion when Henrietta had gone, >"why are; ypu^hvays so interested in my friends' when they come here? You had a pood chance j to show her 'that 'dress you're knitting j for me. It's what I brought her over for. But you, kept on talking about f of the new-born baby is of As! soon "as a baby ,is born, the doc- j her music and-'her violin and about ir clesfas its mouth* so that material the way grandpa used to sneak his t be inhaled into the lung and | fiddle behind ,',th ( e barn to play. I setup an inflammation or pnfeu- i couldn't get hi a word.'' \ j--r.Jia- • • i Mother smiledV ''She had a good { % ! *MmecItetely • after birth a newly | lime, didn't she?, When she left she I Jborn baby should always be wrapped kissed me and' said she was coming ?& a'warm blanket Then when the 1 back." '.. which unites it to the mother | "When you'finish that dress I'll wear to carry blood and has been i it over to her''house. I'll bet her infant is placed in a warm [mother won't make a fuss over me or with hot blankets and kept warm 'even notice it;',. ^He'll keep on talking * suitablei hot water bottles far | about Yetta's. rrixisic and how she away from the body and suf- | thinks her daughter's going to knock tly* protected to keep from burn- 'em all dead -some day." Way to True; Sophistication "And, of course, you'll bo bored to WHAT t>0 YOU- THINK OP TH6, (vieW D6AL NOW 7 drady Colwcll and little daughters visited Mr. Perry Dougan In Corn Oonnell hopsitnl Sunday. Mrs. Breed of College Hill visited her daughter Mrs. p. W. Wylie Wed- Mr. and Mrs. Sutler Bougah »nd children spent Supndny with Mr. ftnd Mrs. Sidney Dotigan Mr. and Mrs. Lee Cook visited Mr. nnd Mrs. rfewy fffekey Sunday. Mr. and Mrs. Carl Mohon, Mr, nrtd Mrs. Jim Hill, Mr, nnd Mrs. .Toe Ferguson were supper guests of Mr. nnd Mrs. W W. Mohon Sunday. ear, , bom. baby .has difficulty in itself to changes in tempera- fittre. Therefore, Jts temperature must Be'controlled frcHn the outside until ownjtemperature-regujating mech- tanism Begins to work. experts agree that the skin o£ ;,a iiew-born baby should be oiled daily r r ^ while, after which neutral or su- f|]«Erf^ted,soaps may be used. .. Because' there is a tendency for babies to lose weight, they. be permitted to lie as quietly as possible and should not be disturb-) l|<est by, movement or noise. ; o '""fUew-bom babies do not take foo4 well, either from the mother'' or arti-" 1 fjfeially .in. the form-of cow's iriilk.' by the mother is the safest and, best method for improving the- jf baby's riiitritiion, and it is well-estab- death." "You said it. I always am." "All .right, then. Can't you see I'm trying to tra'irfydtijn real sophistication? That Jftn .training you' how to nteke friends'*ar|d.;k,eep them?', By being interested "iri other people's affairs •instead of your " followed in the same direction across the back, then shot forward in front of the right ear and covered part jof her cheek. Another girl—blond nnd rather fragile—had a coiffure that looked as though it. had been brushed upward from the nape of her neck to her forehead. It was straight and lacquered "I:'thought there? : - was, something I yvas being trainefeini There always "Xpu'llvneyer find anyone else bothering to train you; If you think that wearing; riew tlettes and making ev- W«iX«3l*i »iA^Tii:>.^rt;^ iJ;*,;v i_J.u:u'j- *u« that babies fed by their mothers are sick: less often .and die less • frequently than those fed artificially. f , A baby should be fed by its mother gaj,least once in the first 24 .hours and * -Attempts ishould always be made to ,,J»ase the mother, feed the baby before 'f-ahy resort is made to artificial feed- $ 5. however, the mother's milk is in, sufficient in amount, or if for other ^•reasons she cannot undertake to feed •«' the baby, the doctor will supply a *£suitable formula for each child. JS. After the third or fourth day every j.* ; bgby should be given opportunity to IJriurse regularly according to a sched- rf/ v t|le which the doctor will establish. % By Bruce Catton in place. Bangs were curled in tight ringlets and lacquered, too. Antioch Miss Ethel Tompkins visited her sister Mrs. Earl Mohon Thursday. Mrs. W. W. Mohon and Mrs. Belle Jones were shopping in Frcscott Wednesday. , • Rev. C. A. Calhoun of Haynesville, La., Misses Irene and Fern Cook and Brady Cook spent Wednesday with Mr. and Mrs. Lee Cook and was supper guests of Mr. and Mrs. C. D. Green i of Emmet. Rich and Douglas Dougan, Mrs. Mr. S. S. Van Dine :s with us again, , guiding Fhilo Vance through a tale which displays very neatly the detective's profound erudition, and which also reveals him as having an unsuspected human side. Indeed, there is but one ihing wrong with it; it isn't much of a detective: story. The book is "The Garden Murder Case" (Scribner's 52) and it tells about gentlemanly gamblers in a New York penthouse. One of the lads gets murdered just after they get their bets down on the fourth race, and Vance hanpens to be on the scene. The tale is far from satisfactory, as im-major-is-'going tarfhake 'you popular, you're wrong, my darling. A few days later dad brought young Brown home from the office to help with some extra work. j Y. B. began to talk of dogs. Dogs | he owned, had owned, would own. Breeds, pedigrees, diseases and care. But every other sentence was punctuated with the name of some important person who had "personally" told him this, or asked him that or mentioned the other thing. The young man wasn't talking dogs. He was pumping up his ego. He was showing off his importance. Social Two-Facedncss j His host and hostess tried at times j tactfully to change the subject just for j a little relief. But back they were flung instantly into the kennels again. I It was quite obvious that the guest was interested only in crabmeat cocktails, fried chicken and frozen pudding—and dogs and himself. "Whew!" said Marion when the study door closed on the two men. "You see what I mean now," her mother remarked. "He is decidedly provincial, that young man. But he thinks he's sophisticated, a person of the world. Not interested in anybody or anything but himself; very, very green." "Mother," Marion eyed her carefully, "you're the cat's perfumed' soap. I mean the dog's 'flea exterminator. No wonder dad says you're smooth. I see now." "Just training you," laughed mother. "Now when he emerges, say to him, 'What a beautiful tie—and, oh, how : we enjoyed your talk.' " "I'm afraid," announced Marion. a thriller; but it does give Mr. Van j "that you are also a fraud." Djne a chance to show how much he | "Aren't we all?'' mother reminded knows about race horses and horse races. There is better fare to be found in "The Sullen Sky Mystery," by H. C. Bailey (Crime Club: $2). This story | reintroduces that old Englishman, Joshua Clunk, a sanctimonious little shyster lawyer who goes about hum- j rning hymns, confounding Scotland Yard, and solving abstruse murder! cafes, and an engaging figure he is. j W« have a corpse found on a beach, | art ex-convict in a position of deep suspension, and some high-powered shenanigans by Mr. Clunk. The tale js highly satisfactory from start to finish. For Sax Rohmer fans, mention must her. te made of "The (Crime Club: |2). Bat Here Flies Low" Mr. Rohmer By Alicia Hart It is a bad id<ba indeed to use too much makeup this year. Lips that look caked and eyes which arc covered with heavy coats of mascara and eyeshadow simply aren't fashionable. Wherever you go, you're bound to notice that the smartest women wear enough makeup to enhance their natural beauty and dramatize their best features, but certainly not enough to brings an eligible New York bachelor into juxtaposition with a lovely descendant of Cleopatra, mixes in a suitable amount of ancient Egyptian menace and lets the fur fly. - , , If vcufiofor Sax Rohmer, you'll find I make (heir complexions look painted, hi mBassing out his standard brand of At the National'Horse Show, gold here or £ilver fingernails in sight were con- '•spicuous by their rarity. Most of the nail polish was quite light and natural looking. When a darker shade was used, lipstick matched if fairly well. A good many wore polish over the entire surface; of the nails, completely covering tips and halfmoom:. CT^mmvw iii».jiuii.HHI j £ xtr eme hair styles provided a slrik- So far, the average communique j ing cfjn trast to the conservative make- seems to be Ijving up to at least the last part of its name. U. S. colleges should sponsor horse races instead of football, says Nebraska dean. Wouldn't a horse look winding the university clock? S. Gives Up Hunt for William up. More swirls than curls were used across the back of the prettiest heads. Curls, often lacquered, were used at the sides and on top, however. One especially attractive brown-haired society woman had two rather shallow waves all the way around her bobbed Fox." One is bound to lose interest head and the hair was swirled from in this tport unless done in the proper , side to side. In other words, it swept •'Yoicks" and View Halloo" fashion. ' backward on the left and showed her Illillli jX> DU.VN delnyi her nn«vfei n-ben IIOIIRV WALLACE: a»l» her to uinrry him At the Golden (•'outlier night club "he inert* SAND* IJAIIKINS n-hoae l»HBlne«. connection In rn^ue. Snndr intro*- Uiice* Bobby and Jenn to n Mil. nnd JIMS. LEWIS. Bobby »ell» -ionic ho lulu far Lcvrln. who IIDTB a car. LARRV, GLENM. federal nccnt. U trnlllnc WINGY LEWIS, tmnk robber, lip lenrtm nbout -the bund transaction mid qiienllnn« [tohlijr, Lurry believe* tbo pnr Lewi* boitRhr IK nrmored. Bobby undertaken to flnd out. Jenn nitreex to n secret enttnge- ment with Snndv, The bnnk ol fpvrhlch her fntlier In president I* rolibed, nnd Lurry n«nrl« n «enreb for the robber*. Jenn con 10 nee Snndy n-hn ha* been Injured. lie nnd the Lewlne» nre Mnyiim nt n tnrm- housc. She *ioon flndw herself n prisoner. The whole nnrly lenve* the fnrm. Mennvthlle I.nrry linn discovered Jenn I* n-llb the robber*. He nnd hi* men reneh the bonne where the t?nne I* «tnylnic. NOW GO OS WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XL! VJJ7HEN the guard Drought Jean " Dunn back to the house, she felt as If some queer paralysis of the spirit bad descended on her. making it Impossible for her either to think or to (eel any longer. She knew the worst, now. She was in the hands ot the Red Jackson gang—the most notorious, dangerous and vicious gang of man- killers on the continent—she. Jean Dunn, who had thought it a wickedly-exciting lark to poke her nose Inside The Golden Feather nfghi club! She was In their power, and the man she had promised to marry was one of the gang, and there was no possible chance that she could ever get away. She stumbled along, until at last they came out of the woods into the clearing. The old house loomed up, a dark, insanely-designed shadow against the star necked sky, the few lights in its roovJS gleaming dimly tlirough the night. Beyond H the surface ol the lake was a black poo), lit here and there by a touch of reflected star-shine. A breeze was rising and there was a gentle rustling o! leaves In the trees, a silky wash 01 wavelets on the beach. The man conducted her straight to the house and marched her up the steps and Into the hall. H 4tood there with her. his gun under his arm, and waited. A door openec somewhere, and Red Jackson came toward them. He looked at the guard coldly "Wliat're you doin' In here?" he asked. "I thought you were supposed to be a lookout, up the road What's the idea coming in here?" The man hastily gestured toward Jean. "Honest, chief, I had to com in," lie said. "She was takin' i on the lam up through the woods and I figured—" "Oh. you figured," said Jackson "If I can ever get some of you pin heads to remember that I'm supposed to do the figuring around here . . . well, let It go. Go on back there now, lunkhead, and the next time you find anybody wandering around loose give us a call —don't come in yourself." The guard departed, obviously relieved to get away with no worse rebuke than this. Jean was left aUme. facing America's Number One public enemy. He eyed ner coldly, bis washed- out eyes seeming more lifeless tbau ever in the dim lamplight. "Jusi where was you going?" be asked her. ! "Back—to town," she said. "Back to town? What town?" "Ob—" again she moved one hand In a meaningless gesture. "Any town. I don't know. I just wanted to get away." He looked at her silently for a moment. "Why?" "I—I didn't know what I'd. got into." she said. "Oh. And now you do know, you don't like it Is that it?" unexpectedly, and to his bandaged CHE nodded. Standing under his ^ Inhuman Stare, she felt that she knew just how a bird felt when it looked, helpless. Into the hypnotiz ing eye of a snake. "What's the matter with us. anyhow?" said Jackson. "Why don't you like us? We're nice people." His voice was edged with clumsy sarcasm. She made no reply. 'You like that boy friend of ours first rate, don't you?" he con nued. "You went for him plenty, understand, before this. Her heart sank, as she realized hat this, indeed, was the very worst thing about It; that she bad et herself in for all of It by ng way to n senseless Infatuation or Sandy Harklns. She had dis- :arded the honest and loyal affee- Ion of a youth like Bobby Wallare o east her fortunes with an out aw! She found herself nodding miser ibly. "Well, w-hat's the matter, then?' asked Jackson. "He's just as nice now as he was before. Still brushes ills hair the same way and wears the same kind of clothes. Looks just the same and talks Just the same. Vou'll get along with nlm flne. . . . And with the rest of us too. You just got to get used tc us, that's all." She shook her head. "I can't, she whispered. He looked her over from head to foot with slow, curious deliberation. "Oh, yes, you can," he said. "I'll tell you this, sister. When you pui iu with him. you put In with all of us. I And puitin' in's a lot easier than pullin' out again. You're stickin 1 , now — for always. And don't forget it." A door opened, a-nd Sandy himself came into the hall. He locked from Jean to Jackson In unspoken inquiry. "Your girl friend," said Jackson, "thinks she wants to go home. You talk her out of It. You're kind of gifted, that way." He turned to go. and added In a rasping vole*. "Or kick the daylights out of her. if that's easier. 1 don't care." • • * H E went away and left her in the cavernous old hallway, wltb its dark woodwork. Its old-fashioned chandelier and its dim light. Sandy came over and put a hand on her shoulder. "What's the asked. "I don't suppose," she said, "that it's any use reminding you how you've lied to me and deceived me and—" "Not a bit," said Sandy blithely. "Not a bit of use. You see, I wanted you—bad. And—" "And that was the ouly way you could get me," she said bitterly. Sandy was unabashed. "You got to take what you want in the only way you can get it, Jo this world," he said. "Oh. And you wanted—n.e." "Yep. And got He grinned, ut one hand houlder. "This .is coming along fine," he aJd. "la a day or so I'll be as good as ever. Then we'll see If oii don't feel like you used to." 'He slid his hands covetously : iong';her arms.. r Her cheeks flamed, ind^ahe jerked away from htm. "Don't touch me! Don't ever— ver again."' she cried. .She ran or the stairway, expecting 10 heai him pounding after her. to feel him erklng her back to him. But he nly stayed there, laughing at hei "I'll touch you plenty." he said 'DonH forget, baby—you're In thf nob 'ris much as any ot us. DOW Yon might as well make the best of It. And the.best of It's—me!" 2I-IE ran upstairs and fled to the room that had been assigned to her. Once inside, she hastily locked :he door: then she dropped on the bed, wishing i>iat she could ease her emotions with n torrent of tears but finding herself utterly unable to do so. She did not know how long she stayed there, staring up, wide-eyed. Into, the darkness overhead, while a thousand self-reproaches raced thrcMgh her mind. At last, unshlf froui'sheer nervousness to lie still any longer, she got up and walked aimlessly to the window. There 3he slumped down on the floor, her qhin resting on the window sill. The wind had risen, and she ?ould hear the waves beating on the shore of the lake quite plainly now. There was a moon. too. peering through a thin cloud-rack and filling the clearing with a misty, ghostly half-light. For a long time she remained there despondently looking down at the unkempt lawn Then, In the shadows beyond the carriage house, a movement caught her eye. She looked more closely A man was walking around the outbuilding, coming up the path toward the house. There was something familiar about him — some thing about the way he held his head, the way he walked . . . He came closer and closer, walk ing steadily up to the house, aiul as Jean looked down she recognized him—and thought that her heart would stop beating from sheer, overpowering joy. For the man was Larry Glenn. He held a pistol in one hand, and he stalked up onto the porch, where she could no longer see him. and hammered thunderously on the great oaken door. "I am a Department of Justice agent, and we have the place surrounded." he called out in a loud voice. "If you'll coine out peaceably, no one will be hurt." There w^s a tense silence. Then, somewhere below, came the crash of a gun going off, and another matter, kid?" he land another. Quick spurts of flame stabbed through the darkness beyond the lawn. Larry Glenn leaped down from the porcb and slipped behind a tree trunk near the corner of the house. A racket more intense and fiendish than anything Jean had ever dreamed of split the night air—shots, yells, the evil spat of bullets against stone, the splintering of woodwork, the jangling crash of broken windows— And then, from sheer excess ot nerve strain. Jean Dunn fell to the in a faiut. (To Be Continued) t ••M^ KBV IBBI immi^^ * kcut tit do tJL. *|HE'D WANT A NEW RANGE FOR THANKSGIVING! Y ES sir, Dad wants everything to be highly efficient ... he appreciates modern conveniences that save time, money and labor— and give better results. If HE had to prepare that big Thanksgiving dinner, you can bet that he would insist on using an efficient up-to- date range. Model pictures above is the new all- porcelain table top model Detroit Jewel —They Bake Better. There's still time before Thanks- :• giving to choose your new range and have it ready to cook the big ' mea{ of the year. Come in today , and make your selection . . pay only a small amount down and you can have a full year to pay the balance. Liberal allowance for your old stove. Don't Delfty . • Call Us Today f , '$%&•, m J •.' - S : .:•)-, E.OU1UAM4CA* CO, In Love With a Man Who Loved Her Sister Nancy stayed home alone — while j Dana, her sister, went driving and dancing with Ronald Moore. Ronald was mad about Dana, who refused to take him seriously, What could Nancy do? Read the rest in the thrilling new serial, WITH ALL MY LOVE beginning in The Hope Star, Thursday, Nov, 21

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