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Jffueidoy, February 24,1942 HOPE STAR, HOPE, ARKANSAS PAGE THREE ETY Daisy Dorothy Heard, Editor Telephone 768 ^ Social Calendar Tuesday, February 24lli Miss Jack Porter and Mrs. Faye Russell will be hostesses to the members of the Business und Pro- frssionnl Women's club at the home ;« Mrs. George Hosmcr, 1 o'clock. The Junior Choir of the First Methodist church will practice at the church, 3:30 o'clock. j, Wednesday, February 25th Wednesday Contract Bridge club, home of Mrs. Herbert Cox in Fulton, 2:30 o'clock. Important meeting of the Girl icout Council, the city hal!/ 2 I'clock. Baptist Ladies Have Bible Study on Monday Mra. S. D. Cook, president of (he W. M. U. of the First Baptist church, Presided at the business session prc- cutding the monthly Bible study held the last Monday of each month in the church Educational building. An interesting study on tho book of Peter WHS presented by Mrs. F L Pndgitt with Mrs. A. T. Jewell say- i-?2 the closing prayer. Mrs. Jim Caso was welcomed into the society as a new member. Visitors included Mrs. John Ferguson, Mrs. Buchanan, and Miss Marsh. dpn Monday evening in the Educa- t.Jnal building members of the Business Women's circle met for their monthly study course. Tho'8 members attending included Mrs. Hcrvey Holt. Miss Jean Lasctcr, Mrs. M. S. Bates, Mrs. Thchiui Moore, TOss Lillian Bryan, Miss Floyce Taylor, Miss Annie Sue Andres, and Mis.s Zuella Collier. "Fellow Helps to the Truth" by Stewart was used as a text by tho teachers, Mrs. Hush Jones and Miss Lasc- f ,T It was announced at the close of the meeting that Mrs. Nona Matthews will bo hostess to Ihc group at the regular monthly social meeting, which will be held Monday, March 2 in the Educational rooms. Practice For Drill Team Is Held al Woodman Hall The Woodman circle Drill team met COLDS Believe misery dlrecb —without "dosing." RUB ON* RIALTO Tues - Wed - Thurs "BLONDIE GOES TO COLLEGE" — and — "BAHAMA PASSAGE" SAENGER NOW ORSON WELLES CITIZEN KANE Wed. & Thurs. LOOK WHO'S LAUGHING" .tTH EATERS • SAENGER Tuesday-"Citixen Kane" Wed.-Thurs.-"Look Who's Laugh- 4 ing." 'Fri.-Sat.-"Miss Polly" and "Pals of thu Pet'os." Sun.-Mon.-Tuc!i."Ride 'Km Cuw- boy" RIALTO Matinee Daily Tues.-Wed,.-Thurs,-"Bahama Passage" ajid "Blodie Goes to College" Fri.-Sat.-"Honolulu Lu" and "Young Bill Hickok" Sun.-Mon.-"Pacific Blackout." $• Motion Picture* Are Your Best Entertainment.' at the Woodmnn Hall Monday night for drilling. During the evening refreshments were served to the members and 2 visitors. The regular meeting will be held Monday, March 2 at the hall. Personal Mention Mr. and Mrs. H. H. Crow and Mr. nnd Mrs. William Slannus of Little Rock were in the city Monday to attend the funeral of Mrs. Charles S. Wingfield. ~O- Mr. and Mrs. Robert LaGrone, Jr. and Mr. and Mrs. Frank Nolen are spending Tuesday and Wednesday in Hot Springs attending the races. -O- Scnator Lloyd Spencer is home from a trip to Washington D. C. Mrs. Mack Duffic and sons will depart for Tucson, Arizona by motor Wednesday morning. They expect to be gone two weeks. -O— R. L. Ragan returned Tuesday afternoon to his home in Greenville, Texas after attending the funeral of Mrs. Charles S. Wingfield. Mrs. Ragan remained for a longer visit. Among the other out-of-town relatives and friends attending the funeral were Mrs. E. L. McElrcath of Ft. Worth, Mr. and Mrs. Sam Logan, Mr. and Mrs. Emond Logan, and Miss Julia Logan, all of Prescott. -O-Mrs. J. C. Carllon is a Tuesday visitor in Tcxarkann. -O- Andy Wagner spent the week-end in Little Rock. —O— N. T. Jewell and R. M. Wilson were n Little Rock Monday evening to at- Icnd the Washington Day dinner at the Hotel Marion. —O— Mr. and Mrs. Thompson Evans, Jr., •ire home from a motor trip to Jef- "crson City, Mo. —O— Mr. and Mr.s. C. J. Rilcy of Amboy, Minn., arc the guests of Mr.s. Riley's 'tide, J. E. Salisbury, and L. E, alisbury. —O— Mr. and Mrs. Oliver Mills were in Little Rock Sunday and Monday lo visit relatives and friends. They wore accompanied home by Mrs. Charles Wylie and son. —O— Mrs. Troy A. Kcsncr nnd children, Samona Ann and Troy, departed by train Monday for Long Beach, Calif., where they will join Mr. Kcsncr in making their new home. By HENRY BELLAMANN KINGS ROW COPYRIGHT 1920 NEA SERVICE INC. Revolution of the Rag Doll Red Head From South Sets New York on Its Ear By DOROTHY ROE Wide World Features Writer It's fitting that a red-headed girl from 'way down south in the land j of cotto nshould set New York on its ear with her impertinent and beguiling new "cotton sculpture." I Elsie Shaver and her Little Shavers have been the talk of the town since her recent exhibition of paintings of American young fry with a Victorian air. Included in the exhibition, just for fun, were several small figures made of cotton batting, a medium which just occurred to the unpredictable Miss Shaver one day, and now opens up a vast new vita of decorating possibilities. A Bit of Dali Born and raised in Tcxarkana, Arkansas. Miss Shaver now lives in a fashionable East River penthouse, keeps house for her mcrchandising- export sister, Dorothy Shaver, and in between times adds to the general gaiety of life by painting, scluplur- ing and decorating the apartment walls willi surrealist whimsy. Elsie is very fond of cotton, having been raised in the middle of it. Right now her sculptured cotton figures occupy a whole set of Fifth avenue windows in one of New York's swankiest department stores. Next to cotton, she likes turnip greens and black-eyed peas, two other hangovers from her southern childhood. The sisters Shaver have a hard lime finding turnip greens in New York. They even have had them flown in from Arkansas at times. Ingenuity Docs U Lack of materials never bothers Elsie Shaver. It was lack of a bouquet of flowers that first started her on her cotton sculpture venture. "I needed some flowers for a vase," she explains, "and I didn't have any. So I found a roll of cotton batting in the bathroom and made some. It worked so well that I decided to try other tilings. The figures arc tinted with water color, and I sometimes use colorless nail polish to give a skin tone. It's lots of fun. I'd like to see school children take it up. And I do believe interior decorators could find many uses for it." They've Caught On Elsie's "Little Shavers," on canvas or in cotton, have a quaint old-world charm which threatens to revolutionize even the field of children's fashions. Stylists are talking about restoring some of the prim sugar-and- spice quality of the "Little Shavers" to children's clothes. Meanwhile Elsie is somewhat dazed by the sudden acclaim which has descended upon her. When things grow too hectic she calms her nerves by painting a new decoration on the kitchen stove or the bathroom mirror, or turning an alcove into a library simply by painting shelves of books on the walls. "The landlord doesn't like it," she observes gaily, "but we d,o." ....., e Pnfrln MHohrll In rending meillclne wllh IJr. Tower, iovtn mynlery. wonder* whr Tower keeps dnuelitor Cnnnnn- drn ma clone <o home. HIM bent friend, Drnkc McIln K li, (nlle* lioy- Idhlr of plnti* lo mnrry I.onlno (iordnn, dnnftlHcr of <mvn'« lending pliynlolnn. J'nrrln think* of«en of childhood wwccUienrt Uoni-oi plnn», n| HtiKKmtlttu of ovcrneor Tom Cnrr, lo ntudy 4ren(mcn< of nirntnl Ilia when he noes to VI- ennn. Mndnme von Kin, ndnrcd Krnnilmolhrr of I'nrrln, hnnn't long <o live. lie doe* not know It, Other chnrnctcmt hnlf-wlt Jlonny SliiRer, hired by Mndnnic lifter lawyer SkrfflnKton nnve« him from Jail nfter bullying by Fulmer Green'* KIUIBI tomboy Ilnndy Monoghnni fenmonic Ur. Gordon. * » * AFTERNOON WITH DRAKE CHAPTER XII * # * ATOLLY'S jouncing gait had an •"•"• almost hypnotic effect. It was hard to keep the eye from resting on some shining buckle or patent-leather trimming of the harness which rose and fell with her pace. Parris began to feel sleepy. After a while he began to see behind his half-closed lids something like a luminous thread stretching on and on ahead of them. It moved nnd whined faintly, and little figures ran and danced along the silvery transparent line. They were like the people he knew: Drake, himself, Louise Gordon, Cassandra, and over and over again tiny images of Renee, like a long screen of linked paper dolls. He wanted to call out to them, but they seemed very far away. . . . "I guess you and me had better stick together a little bit, Parris. Good gosh, you got to have somebody." "We will; you bet." "I want to get married and all that kind of thing some day, but I want to have all the good time I can first. But—well, you get kind of tired even having a good time." Drake looked very serious. "You know, Parris, I wouldn't tell this to another soul on earth, 'cause I know everybody thinks I'm kind of wild and that I run around an awful lot, and that I ain't steady. But I'm going to surprise some people around this old town. I'm going to settle down hard when I do settle, and," he cut a quick sidcwisc look at Parris, "I'm going to make Louise proud of me." "Is she in love with you, too? Now, I mean." "I don't know. You can't tell anything about Louise." "Well, of course she is. If she wasn't I expect you'd know that in a hurry." Drake blinked at this unexpected perspicacity. "Parris, you know Preston Hill out there west of town?" "Yes, of course. Why?" "I want to buy it." "Good gracious, Drake! What for? It's just a hill." "Kings Row has got to grow, hasn't it? That's the best direction for it to go. Wouldn't that be a good place to build houses— you know, looking down across the creek there, and away out over the country?" Parris was mightily impressed. "Why, that's wonderful! You'd make a lot of money, wouldn't you, and be rich?" "Well, doctors make a pile of money. Wouldn't it be the darnd- est thing if we, you and me, could build houses for ourselves out there, right next to each other?" "Listen, Drake—" Parris wriggled about and pulled one foot under him. It seemed to them at that moment that life was clear and straight ahead of them and pleasant. * * * A LL of the next day, and the next, Parris went about in a pleasantly unthinking haze of mind. That one afternoon with Drake had relieved the whole feeling of loneliness which had weighed on him for weeks. But he did not want to see him—not just now. He could talk to Drake about his work, his hopes and plans, and about a good many of his everyday troubles. But at this moment he longed for someone who spoke the language of another side of his personality. After supper he remembered his notebooks. He had left them in Dr. Tower's study the afternoon he began his unorthodox holiday. He would have to walk into town for them. * * * JT was quite dark when he reached Cherry street. *As he was about to step onto the low porch floor, he saw to his surprise that it was Cassandra and not Dr. Tower Who sat in the deep chair under the green-shaded light. "Hello, Cassandra. It's me— Parris. Didn't want lo scare you," "Why, hello." She arose and dropped her book face down in the chair. "Come in?" The words were distinctly question, and not invitation. "Well, I—I just came after my notebooks. I left them here Tuesday." Parris dropped his cap and coat on a chair. "I've been playing hookey." "From father?" "No. He put me up to it. Said I needed to rest." "He's in St. Louis." Parris felt himself grow a little ill at ease Under her steady scrutiny. He really hadn't had a good look at her lor a long time, and he had forgotten how lovely she was. "Sit down. No, over here—on the couch. It's comfortable." She sat down and pulled a pillow behind her head. She seemed perfectly at ease now. "I—why, do you know, Cassie, I haven't seen you to talk to you, really, in a long, long time?" She cut in suddenly. "It will probably be the only time." He flushed. "Well—why, Cassie?" "I said I couldn't see anyone." He faced her squarely. "Your father won't let you?" "I told you you didn't have to ask questions." "Oh. All right." They talked a little feverishly, and a little jerkily. One moment she seemed to be as he always remembered her, the next she seemed strange and different. She seemed then to look at him from a distance—exactly the way oldefi people sometimes did. A flick of lightning threw hen face into high relief and intensified tho lambent green of her eyes. "My goodness, but you are pretty, Cassandra!" She smiled a thin little smile. "Honest you are—you're prettier than you ever have been, and you always were the prettiest girl in this town." She leaned forward and gave his wrist a quick squeeze, "ThanH you, Mr. Mitchell." Her hand lingered for a moment on his, and] he leaned over and kissed it. "Silly!" But her voice trailed over the word ever so slightly. Again a painful excitement clutched at his throat. Outside a few large drops of rain spattered against the porch floor. "I—I guess I'd better go." "Oh, I'm sorry." She stood up, so close that he felt a little wave of warmth from her. Without hesitation he put his arms around her and kissed her. There was another flash of; lightning and arf instant roll of heavy thunder. She twisted herself free and sat down abruptly, "I've wanted you to do that," she said huskily. "And I've wanted to." "It gets lonely—seeing no one—" "Oh, Cassie!" He wanted to ask her why her father permitted her no friends, why he couldn't be with her often. She shook her head, anticipating his question. "No, Parris. But I want to be with you whenever I may. Just to talk. Will you stay and talk now?" (To Be Continued) McCaskill Mrs. Bill Hood and children Nell and Ruby visited relatives in Spring Hill Sunday. Misses Mary Wilma Honcycutt and Johnnie Ball left Tuseday for Littl Rock where they will spend a few days. Mr. and Mrs. Ligo Munster and son, Steve, of Texas visited her sister Mrs. Chester McCaskill this week. Mrs. J. O. Harris and son Kennilh, were Hope visitors Saturday. D. B. McCaskill left Saturday night for Tennessee where he will visit relatives and friends. Mrs. May Hampton visited relatives in El Dorado last week-end. Miss Norma Jean Jackson of Balton spent Friday night with Miss Zula Fac Mouser of Blcvins. Miss Jean Davis of Belton spent the week-end here with Miss Janellc McCaskill. Miss Jean Shuffield of Magnolia A & M. College spent the week-one here will] her parents Mr. and Mrs. R. G. Shuffield. Harold Gorham of Longview, Texas, spent the week-end here with his mother Mrs. M. O. Gorham. No matter what you do, someone always knew you would. Harrison in Hollywood •y PAUL HARRISON, NEA Service Correspondent Young Writers Menace Movie Moguls HOLLYWOOD — Pounding away at a screen play out at Universal are two successful young writers who should be regarded with alarm by movie producers, directors and literary celobities—by almost everybody, in fact, except stockholders and theater-goers. Richard Collins and Paul Jarrico arc leaders of a new generation of Hollywood-trained writers. They arc not ex-novelists floundering in a strange and highly technical medium, or ox-dramatists from the thcatuh being contemptuous of the screen. Neither are they screwballs or phony geniuses. They don't work nude, or exclusively between the hours of 3 to 7 a. m., or while harmonizing on a zither and French horn. They and a small but increasing number of other movie writers are simply industrious, highly skilled craftsmen, and as such they are a menace to the whole Hollywood hierarchy. Want Notice Some directors say actors aren't important; most writers say directors aren't important; and practically ev- eybocly agrees producers aren't important. No one, though, has hinted that motion pictures could get along without the creators of stories and scripts. The writers, in turn, would like a little more recognition. Not merely greater credit—although that would be welcome, too, since they now are rated somewhere in the vicinity of the set designer and the creator of coiffures. What writers most want is sufficient authority to prevent mutilation of their work and enough latitude to introduce new ideas. As several other writers, including Preston Sturges, John Huston and Charles Lcderer, have done, Jarrico and Collins want to direct. At least, they want to co-direct one of their own scripts—"so that we can find out what direction contributes to a picture." It's their notion that the relationship should be close—directors should work with writers on final drafts of screen plays, and that writers should be on the sets at least part of the time during production. Bruce Manning, the producer for whom the team now is working, is an ex-writer who used to sit on the sets of the Dcanna Durbin pictures and think up dialog and business as the action went along. And Jarrico and Director Garson Kanin worked together closely on "Tom, Dick and Harry." That sort of co-operation and mutual respect is rare, though. Under- slated Collins: "There is an interesting degree of antagonism between the crafts." Ribs Drummers Collins and Jarrico now are completing a screen play titled "Wonder Boy," but there's nothing autobiographical about it, even though they are both Hollywood veterans at 27. The story isn't about any movie figure but is a satire on salesman- ship and centered on a champion vacuum cleaner peddler. This is the one the authors hope to direct. Along with about a dozen other established film dramatists, Jarrico and Collins have been teaching at the League of American Writers school here. Film cutters, newspaper reporters, refugee authors and people from the stage arc among their pupils, along with local scripters who haven't been doing very well. The instructors say they can't create creative talent, but they can help with mechanics and technique and judgment of story values. Through better screen writing, Hollywood's own stagnant scale of values would have to change, too. 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