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JffQE FOUR Von Papen Meets Failure In Turkey Nazi Trouble Shooter Un able To Swing Turkey To Germany's Side By NEA Service Germany's ace trouble shooter Baron Franz von Papen. apparent!} has failed in his special mission to swing Turkey away from France anc England—and failure is a rare word to this 59-year-old son of a wealthj West-phalian family. Time and again, he has hande< important assignments for the fatherland. Frenquently, he has been in trouble himself. Usually, he has triumphed. The United States learned about hiir early in his career when, as a graduate of the German army, he was serving as military attach in Washington. It was just before America's entry in to the World War. There had been a series of fires and explosions in American munition plants, aboard ships carrying supplies to the Allies. Suspicion fell on Germany's military representatives — among whom was von Papen. Germany recalled him on demand. In May 1932, President von Hindenburg appointed him chancellor. The Nazi movement was surging; von Papen had little enthusiasm for it. But he cancelled his predecessor's abolition of the storm troopers, gained an audience for Hitler with von Hindenburg—and later got Hitler appointed chancellor under the belief that he could control him. Some said von Popen's direct part- when the baron became vice chancellor under the new regime. They were sure of it in 1934 when von Papen critized most radical features of Nazism in a speech at the University of Marbug, was forced to resign. Almost immediately, however, he popped into offical circles again— this time as ambassador at Vienna. There he paved the way for the an- schuluss, arranging the historic meeting between Hitler and Kurt von Schuschnigg, then chancelor of Austria. After this job, he dropped from the limelight. There were rumors that he had fallen out with his leaders, fallen into the hands of the dreaded Gestapo, Germany's secret police. Suddenly, last April he was ordered to Turkey as Hiter's envoy. The pudpose: to prevent Turkey from making an alliance with Engand. This task he failed in. Now he has been licked in an effort to recoup his losses—an effort to talk Turkey out of its decision. • STANDINGS Southern Association "Hub! Vf. L! Pet. Memphis 79 61 .564 Nashville 80 62 .563 Chattanooga 77 61 .558 Atlanta 76 62 .551 Knoxville 73 66 .515 HOPE STAR, HOI 1 !:, ARKANSAS Saturday, September 2, 1933 Snowbirds in Flight Look Like Toy Boots in Formation Looking like toy boats on a pond, more than 100 12-foot yachts break canvas in "Plight of the Snowbirds" race on Newport Bay in southern California. The tiny crait are manned by youngsters in teen*. \ their expenditures—a fence over which they leap occasionally, bdt gen- rally staying within the boundary. This is a general budget nnd is a good check, but a better budget, the economist advises, may be itimle by breaking this down into several of , the important necessities of family living, such as recreation, development— those things which add cultural values to living, clothing, food grooming and medical cm-e. Many families know what their shelter costs in terms of rent or repairs, but other items of expenditures i re unknown, few families having much conception of how much they spend for clothing, and how little for good grooming, or how much for recreation ami how litltc for development, Mrs. Fenton says. So, by breaking ll>e budget down into the parts suggested, a more satisfactory .spending pattern miiy be acquired. In thi.s regard families shiuld keep in mind, the Extension .specialist point* out, Ih.-it a budget is not a high board fence to hamper one's outlook, hut a guide to a well-rounded living on the available income. HIGHLIGHTS FROM LATEST BOOKS With the Hempstead Home Agent Melva Bullington Birmingham Little Rock New Orleans ...... .... 63 80 59 79 52 88 .441 .428 .371 Remembei the time when you had 0 get sick to rate a glass of orange uice! Of course you do - and some- ling eU" too— Uv: cabtor oil, it was upposed to camouflage. It was not 20 years ago that fruit uice was a luxury, accessible—and nd emergency at that—only to the 1 or the wealthy. But today it is IB exceptional family that does not ave fruit juice on the menu at least nee a day the entire year. Canned fruit juices are available on h market, but the housewives in iempstead county are busy right now toring their pantries with jars of anned juice for use during the months when fresh fruit is not avail- ble. The many ways of using fruit juices make them a most valuable product o have on hand, says Miss Lois Scant- and, extension specialist in foods and urtition, University of Arkansas Col- ege of Agriculture. Fruit juices can e sued singly or combined to make .elicious and wholesome beverages, sherberts, ice cream, puddings, sauces, and gelatine desserts. Since the fruit season is limited. Miss Scantland. advises housewives to can fruit while they may and offers the following pointers to the inexperienced: Select only ripe fruit since it has a richer flavor and is juicer, then wash carefully. In extracting juice from most fruits, heat the fruit, crushing a part to start the drawing of the jliquid. Heating the fruit increases the yield in juice, intensifies the color and de- velopes a more distinctive flavor. Cook the fruit until it is tender, then strain the juice from the pulp through a heavy cloth. Juice may bo pressed out of less solid fruits, such as berries, with a potato masher, food chooper or fruit press. To can, the juice should be poured into sterilized jars and processed by the hot water method. The countv home demonstration agent will furnish tables concerning the -length of time particular fruit juices should be processed. The production of cream, both for home use and for the market, is a very important item in the farm family food supply as well as a very important source of farm incime in Hempstead county. Dairy products, however, are highly perishable, and producers should exercise extreme care in handling milk and cream if they wish to receive the price permium for first grade products, advises Paul Carruth, extensiin dairyman, University of Arkansas College of Agriculture. First grade cream, wich is the standard for all cream produced, must, according to the extension dairyman, meet the following standards: Be smooth and fine in texture; free from undesirable odors or flavors; clean ti the taste; and practically free from sediment. In addition the cream must not be excessively sour and must contain at least 25 per cent butter fat. It is only from cream of this quality that high grade butter can be made. Primary considerations stressed by Mr. Carruth in producing first-grade products are cleanliness and proper storage. From the time of milking until the cream in churned on the farm, or until delivered to the creamery, the cream must be protected from bacterial contamination. Clean cows and cleon utensils will help, although, according to the dairyman, all milk and cream becomes sligtly inoculated with bacteria in the process of milking and handling. Some bacteria are harmless, but others will cause off flavor and fermentation, multiplying very rapidly if the product is not stored at a low temperature. The ideal temperature for storing cream in order to prevent too rapid multiplication of bacteria is from 40 to 50 degrees farenhcit, Mr. Carruth said. And as a final pointer concerning the production of high grade cream, Mr. Carruth warns that frash warm cream should never be mixed with cream that is cold. Winter is in the offing along with the increased expenditures for fuel, clothing and other items which it entails, and framilies who have permitted the family budget to collect dust during the summer months, will put it back into operation again if they want to keep their pennies cornered during the next few months. A budget, according to Mrs. Ida A. Fenton, Exteision economist in home management, University of Arkansas College of Agriculture, can be compared to a low fenre whish you string along hoping that it will keep the ratte somewhat in bounds—you really don ot mind their browsing a bit beyond the fense, but yoh desire they keep the heavy grazing within the pasthre. Most families, Mrs. Fenton says, probably have developed over a period of years, some such bohndary for SERIAL STORY Murder on the Boardwalk BY ELINORE COWAN STONE IY1UIUCI VII IIIC UUUrUWUIIV COPYH.OHT. 1939. NM SBUVICH. INC. Friday's Results Nashville 2-4; Memphis 4-6 Little Rock 7-5 Knoxville 5-3 Birmingham 3-1; Chattanooga 2-10 New Orleans 3-1; Atlanta 2 Games Saturday Atlanta at New Orleans Nashville at Memphis Chattanooga at Birmingham Knoxville - Little Rock, off day. National League Clubs. W. L. Pet Cincinnati 73 45 .619 St. Louis 68 51 .571 Chicago 69 56 .552 Brooklyn 61 57 .5.7 New York 59 58 .504 • Pittsburgh 54 64 .458 Boston 52 66 .441 Philadelphia 39 78 .333 Friday's Results Chicago 6-1; Brooklyn 2-3 Boston6; Philadelphia 0 Only games played. Games Saturday Chicagi at CJ/iinnati Brooklyn at New York Pittsburgh at St. Louis Boston at Philadelphia American League Clubs. W. L. Pet. New York „ 88 36 .710 Boston 74 49 .602 Chicago 67 56 .545 Cleveland 66 57 .537 Detroit 66 58 .532 Washington 54 72 .429 Philadelphia 44 78 .361 St. Louis 34 87 .281 Friday's Results New York 11; Cleveland 8 Detroit 14; Boston 10 Only games played. Games Saturday Detriot at Chicago St. Louis at Cleveland New York at Boston Philadelphia at Washington. BARBS An Arkansas hoy with 16-inch feet has a blacksmith make his shoes. The smithy probably tears down a pair of saddles and reshapes the leather. Statistics are claimed to be a major form of accident preventative. Try : 1 setting up a row of figures next time you're about to crash into a telephone pole. Waitresses are warned not to paint their fingernails as it takes the cus- timer's mind off his food. It also strains the soup. If frankfurters don't stop putting on the dog, it won't be long until they're too good for us to eat. Dorothy Larnour hope:, her new iong v/ill bring Herbie Kay back. Her new laV^-!a.-t, •clcthcle.-s ..iror.ft." :.:<- ' help. " Chandra imp* AVIU wet, identifies him am Mrs. Tnl- 1>prtn miming nephew. He accuoev Wilmet of Kteallngr bin silver Aag- Ktr, declare* that both Mr«. Tnl- hrrt and her nephew had hnd vision. The fragment* of gln»»e» found In the wheel chnlr mny identify Wilmet n» the murderer. CHAPTER XVIII T\TR. WILMET had sprung to his lrX feet. "But this is preposterous!" he cried. "Why—why, I was the one who brought you here! If I"— "Because, Inspector" — Chandra's voice was a gentle purr— "another trait Earl Talbert shared with his aunt, Inspector, was the delusion that, single-handed, he could outwit the world. But now" —the clairvoyant stood, suddenly very tall, it seemed to Christine, over the blustering little man— "he is going to tell the whole story. "You are going to tell us, my friend, how gloating over the trick by which you robbed your aunt 12 years ago, you persuaded yourself that you were sufficiently the 'master mind' for a much more daring crime. ... I doubt if you intended murder in the beginning. But probably, after you had drugged Mrs. Talbert and taken what you supposed to be valuable bonds, you realized that she had recognized you"— "I didn't!" Mr. Wilmet's round face was white and drenched with sweat. "I—why, I never heard o£ the woman before last night. . . . Inspector, he's trying to— for God's sake, don't let him do this!" He was cowering before the clairvoyant as he might before an evil genius. For without any of the trappings or stage-setting of his craft, Chandra was again the Oriental mystic Christine had seen that other night; his voice was the purring, hypnotic voice of the seer; his blazing yellow eyes held Mr. Wilmel's eyes as if in a snare. * * + '"TELL them," he commanded, "how, before you had drugged your aunt info helplessness, you forced her to write those l':tt.r-rs. Toll them how, sftc.T you h -id Ivld her in her own car while you rn-ide sure J&spar had f hr-yed her orders, you drove her, oy nirht, to hor own abandoned home. t,nd hid her there while you rifled (he house for anything you might find that could help to point suspicion to someone else. . . . "Tell thorn that you even felt safe in leaving her alone there, drugged as she was. because you remembered her prejudge agair.it the police «nd you knew !hat Jaspar would lespect her orders;. "?erhups, fc'- fiist, you cci.sid- ered killing your aunt there in her empty house; but it was nee- almost satisfied—"now we only essary to your infantile exhibitionism to do the thing in a really spectacular way, and you had more ideas than you knew what to do with. . . . Tell them how, after you had entered the house with Mrs. Talbert's own key"— "But how could I?" Mr. Wilmet's cry was shrill with triumph. "Why, she didn't have a key." Jaspar broke a shocked silence. "He's right, Inspector," he murmured. "Mrs. Talbert hadn't taken her key with her." Christine, watching as if in a fantastic nightmare, saw the little man freeze as he understood how much he had told in those five words; then leap to his feet and clash blindly, straight into the arms of two uniformed men who had appeared in the doorway. need those laked bonds." From a tangle of images, one started out clean-lined in Christine's tired memory. "I think that if you pried up the top of that stone bench at the back of the booth," she saM, "you might find something underneath." When she explained about that first into morning—her heel sinking soft concrete, Mr. Wilmet's voluble explanations—the inspector went to the telephone and gave an order. "Altogether," he said, turning back, "that bird used up enough ideas in one murder to last a good, honest crook a lifetime. . . . But the thing that puzzled me worst he apparently hadn't hnd a finger in. ... You wondered how I knew that those bonds wore your cousin's, Miss Thorenson. I found something among them that you You wui imagine n« ivriler Jailer ((uallfied to write '-The Old Smite Ft- Trnil" (Houghton Mltfin: S.'l) Hum historian Stanley Vestal. He has explored frontier route and npparently every riute of Its drn- malic history. His hook fs a lusty, fast-moving, human account. Just ' how lusty is indicated by the brief passage excerpted here, featuring Kit Carson. All at once the skyline sprountod lances, tossing like Krass-hUidos in (he sun, then black-nnd-whito eagle- ton ther crests, hin-ses' heads, naked, painted warriors. The charge was on. At the same moment the war-whoop, like the quick chatter of a machine- gun, pulsated upon Kit's cars. The whole hillside was covered with Indians , . The Comache.s were maffni- fimcntly mounted . . Kit knew be could not run away •from them— and there was no cover within miles. Six to two hundred! "Fort, boys!" he snug out. and jumped off his mule, jerking out his scalp-knife Ik-fore his moccasins touched the ground. The mule, with all a mule's instinctive fear of Indians, tried to break away, alinsot jerking the .stocky little- man (iff his feet. But Kit caught (he lariat close to the animal's head, and. as it reared back, passed the keen edge of his knife- across its taunt throat. He jumped clear. While the mule slagtter- ecl, coughing out its life, drenching the short grass with blood, Kit snatched (lie cover from his rifle, looked to th priming, glanced round at his men. They had followed his example. Already three mules were down. Hastily Kit and his comrades flung themselves prone behind the kicking carcasses, pointing the muzzles of their rifles toward the coming warriors. The ground shook with the beat of 800 hooves, the sunlight glittered on the ling, keen lance-points, and Disgusted With Bund Movement ITelen Vooros, 19, of Brooklyn, told the Dies commilt.cc she joined the German American Bund for socinbilily. but quit disgusted. Boys and girls, she said, did things at bund camps they shouldn't have. Miss Vooros, who last year went to Germany to learn propaganda methods, said Nazis were planning to conquer United States. RAISING A FAMILY Widowed Mother Who Works Has Every Ritrht To A Job DEAR MRS. WORK: Again I am impressed by the fact that the iittitute of neighbors to one fa'mily's affairs is keeping a good mother awake nights. Of course, neighbors can be right, as far as their views are conccrncl, but when they join en masse in a lit up the garish war-paint upon the blotches of color upon the spotted ponies. Feathers streamed from lance and war-bonnet. On they came. It WHS nmgnificant, nnd il was war. Kit yelled a warning. "Bill, don't shoot yet. Hold on, Joe- Let the Delaware's shoot fust!" . .it wiiitkl never do (o empty all their guns at once. Three .shots against two hundred savages! . . Already the horses ware so near that Kit could see the whiles of their excited eyes. But the Indians never reached the whites. They could not force their ponies to approach the dead mules. The smell of the blood drove their horses crazy, and the charge ended in a melee of bucking, rearing animals,' circling round the trappers, too unruly to allow their masters to draw bow and shoot. Kit's stratagem IKK! saved his band. whispering campaign against peopli who are doing the best they can, i is certainly a lined thing tri slam). You have no direct defense, to you cannot answer their charges. I you tried, like most people trying tc explain reasons for their actions, wha you say would very likely be uset against you. Anonymous letters are thrown il the waste basket, but still they accomplish their purpose, cither rcai or unread, which mostly they are They leave an impression of ;i;i encin; in the dark, if they are critical let tors. The gossip of a neighborhood i something like that. It seems that you are a widow, with a small annuity that would feed you. and that is about all. You have a job that the Smiths «-uid Joneses and Browns- covet, as their sons arc not working. You want to keep it, because otherwise you could not give the children standard surroundings or attend to their health needs and keep them comfortably dressed. You employ a girl through the day to do the major jobs about the house while you go to the office. That, perhaps, i.s the bone of contention. I can hear people say, "She just works •to she can got out of doing housework the some ns the real of us." And you sny, "If they only knew he truth, the strain of trying to nnke good, tnke orders from H touchy chief, gelling up early and running 'or the bus with n bad sich headache, "eturning too tired to have nny fun with the children." Job Will Keep Family Together Your husband died and thereby removed himself from the business world, creating n Rap tlml surely you had a right to fill. You are really working, we might, say. as a proxy for him. The moot, question here is whether or not you have a better right to Rive his children part of the things they lack by his going, or hand your job over to a young irian in (lie prime t>( life who can flo other work you nrc not strong enough to do. Possibly the truth nboiit your small insurance in exaggerated. It brings you twenty-seven dolliir.s a month. You earn $lH., r >0 a week. You have two children. Go on, my dear, and hold your job if you can. Yours Sincerely. OL'.VE HOBER'lS" BARTON. 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When one of the officers handed the ring to him, he passed it ] T-JE took a folded paper from to Jaspar, a silent question in the ; his pocket and handed it to gesture. "Yes, sir," Jaspsr almost whispered. "The middle one." "All right. Take him to the bureau. . . . Well"—even Injector Parsons looked white and shaken as his subordinates led the hysterical man away—"I've seen a third degree or two; but at least policemen don't hit mugs over the head with black magic. . . . And now, suppose you tell me how you know all this." * * * '••"OECAUSE, sir"—Jaspar spoke —"after I—left your office last night, I thought it best to have a look at the house. I'd kept one key, because I felt that as soon as I could, I must go back. . , . But someone had been there before me. Everything was turned upside down." "Much as we found it when we wtnt out early this morning," the inspector nodded. "Perhaps you'll understand now why I was so i much interested in your keys, i Yardley. That story you told about absent-mindedly taking a | key from a strange car and put- i ting it into your pocket sounded pretty feeble. . . , Anything taken, Jaspar?" ".Mrs. Talbert's will, sir- I sup- .. jpo.se it was he sent that to the ' newspapers; and a pair of Mrs Talbert's shoes" — "The ones," the inspector explained, "that her nephew put on to make that false trail to the ; booth. One of rny men found ' them buried deep in the sane v. hei e Yardley told us about having seen Wilmet pottering around the evening before. Until now, I was-n't entirely sure Mr. Yardlcy haciii t put them th;ie hirnseU. ''Well" — the inspector looked Christine. It was a short note in Cousin Emma's hand. "My dear Christine," it said. "If anything should happen to prevent our visit, Jaspar will hand you these. Take good care of them, for the bonds are non-registered; so, of course, anyone could use them. They are yours, as most of what I possess will be in the end. Affectionately yours, Emma Talbert." "This morning," the inspector said, "I'd havt sold my soul to know who really wrote that* The telephone rang, and ha hurried to answer. "He has? Good work!" they heard him say. "I'll be right up. . . Well," he hung up, "Miss Thorenson was right about that bench. Mr. Earl Talbert has shot the works in his confession. I guess that cleans up the slate." "Not entirely." tended a hand, glasses." "Your—what?" "I was sure," Chandra "I'd like cx- my Chandra explained evenly, "that he'd lost his spares somewhere—even if it wasn't in my studio—or he would not have been wearing a pair of sun-glasses with ordinary lenses." "You mean," the inspector said after a blank silence, "that you hypnotized that poor nut with your own spectacle case?" "Something like that," Chandra admitted. Then he murmured with a strange, tired smile—Christina recognized the quotation—" 'But there was something in it—tuicks and Which Wife Are YOU? 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