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StfAR, HOftS, Sefeteffib'ei 1 1,1038 Star Star of Hope 1839; Press, 1921 Consolidated January 18,1991. 0 Jt&tict, * — „,. , „ From False Repottt * ** fuhltthed everjr ww*k-d»y afternoon by Sfer Publishing Co., Inc. fiC, It Miner A Alex. H. Wlifcbum), M The Star building, 212*214 South Vtmut street, Hope, Arkansas. C.E.PAUWER, President ALEX, a WASHBURN, Editor and Publisher CAP) —Means Associated Press (N£A)—Means Newspaper Enterprise Ass'n. \ Kate (Always Payable in Advance): By city carrier, per ,l*cek'-lSa( per month 65cj one year $6.50. By mail, in Hempstead, Nevada, fl&ward, Miller and LaFayette counties,-$3,50 per year; elsewhere $6.50. Member of The Associated Press: The Associated Press is exclusively ttrUtftd'tO'the use lor republication of all news dispatches credited to it or (tot ftherwisS credited in this paper and also tie local news published herein. on Tributes, Etc.: Charges will be made for all tributes, cards ~'a( lhanks, resolutions, or memorials, ..-oncerning the departed. Commercial wwspapers hold to '.this; policy in the news columns to protect their readers icpffl «. deluge of spacer-taking memorials. The Star disclaims responsibility * fe the safe-keeping or return of any unsolicited manuscript* Nationalism!Is Not the Creation of Dictators ffT IS not surprising that the dictator states of Europe gave a it'cold reception'to .Secretary Hull's recent appeal for world j*ide peace. Y It wo.uld'be a profound mistake, however, to as- 's'ume thatAvhat he,had.to say was addressed solely to them, or'that the.rest of the world is solidly in agi'eement with his remarks. . For the secretarv; of state was really reading a lecture to people of all nations, his own included; and the real target rif Jhis attack was" not so much the current resort to armed force as the underlying attitude which makes that resort to force seem advisable. ' ' For-what Mr. vHull was driving at was the economic nationalism which has absorbed all of the great nations since the war; the idea, popiUar almost everywhere, that one people can prosper, only-at the expense of someone else, and that Since there are not enough good things to go around it behoves each nation to get what it can while the getting is good. •+ * •* EFORE'the war, international trade flowed fairly freely. There was a steady interchange of goods which benefited both sides. "After the war, however, there came a change. Trade barriers-went up and up. People began to feel that if they bonght"(no matter how cheaply) from outside their own country anything .which they could possibly produce (no matter hO'Wexpensively) inside their own countrv, they were somehow being gyoped. And finally, as Mr. Hull says: 1 ""As trade barriers mounted on every side, as the movement toward economic nationalism gained momentum, it became only too-clear that either the excessive trade barriers must be reduced or the pressures of nations to gain access to needed raw -materials and to equally necessary foreign markets'by conquest of .additional territory and tactics of tfie mailed fist would; become intensified." „ Whiehrmeans, very simply, that the world put a straitjacket on itself through this mad quest*for national self-sufficiency, and'thatthe war pressures now evident are merely, the result of its imperative.need .to break out of that strait- jfecket. • ' Which; in turn, means that'it is not only the dictator nations that are at fault. '*''•• * * * great.-dembcracies, including our own,-have done their full share in:the;job of reducing freedom'of trade.and. ease of,communications. The tariff barriers, quota restrictions arid, other obstacles to a normal interchange of goods AVere hot invented by the dictators. ' In .the lonpTirun, the.nations can prosper only by returning to the old'svstem of doing business with one another nu the fairest, and friendliest basis possible. Let's hope they don't,hav,e to fight another .great war before that truth dawns on them.'. Strike Without Sides a:rare thing; when a strike bobs up that has the blessings ilv'of all parties concerned, aggravates no one, and raises " rheers besides from all the unconcerned parties on the side'- lines. ^ r Such a- strike was. called in New York City the other day. ' It was a-sitdown-strike. and what a sitdown! The strikers— more'than half, a hundred of them—installed themselves in the middle of a street on the East Side, and let the automobiles shift for themselves.-The - autoists weren't mad, the merchants weren't mad, and the police weren't mad. And neither was anybody else. The strikers were persuaded by the law to move to the sidewalk after a while, but the nersuasion was good-natured, and the motive was consideration for the strikers' safety. The strikers' average age was about 10. The strike was for a street «nrinkler such as the city had provided for the heat-weary kids on other streets. The boys and girls on East 21st Street felt thev'd had .a bum deal. At latest reports a conference with the mayor was being arranged. * Let the poor kids on the nation's East Sides, caught in Sfnmlor, trapped by stone and steel and beaten by the sun, strike seven days a week and twice on Saturdays. Society needs strikes.like that. T. M. Reg. U. a P»t Off. By DC. MOKKIS FISHBEIN Ktttor, Journal of the American Medical Association, ud •! the Health Magazine. "Boss Thief!" romthe wife. Another investigator tuclied 166 cases of married couples, nd foxmd that in 38.5 per cent of them nfection of one of the partners to the marriage had been passed from the ther partner. This question of marriage for the uberculosis is a serious one in'which be decision must be made by the doc- or in every individual case, on the iasis of the facts discovered at the ime when.the patient is first studied. Ivery patient should under-such cir- umstances have a complete examina- ion by the doctor, and then have the By Olive Roberts Barton Sympathy Like Water—Child Can Sink or Swim! in It It.is.afine question, I think, to decide when sympathy is a remedy and when it becomes poison. Perhaps,'like 1 many valuable drugs, it can be both, depending upon the dosage, the ability of the subject to respond and the safety in mixing it with other com- xaminitions repeated from time to [pounds in the presciption. ime in .order to detect the disease in ts- earliest stages. In short, we must consider when; where and how to sympathize. A SSrink of water is a life saver to a jShirsty man, but one of the favorite "Ways of old was to kill a victim slowly by ; .filling him with water until he died .''Killed with sympathy" is an apt phrase. It can kill all the spunk a chijd may have. .. Mother, since we are talking of school these days, I believe I'd make a little tVQ^vif I were you. Not to be too sure .*-. A Book ft Day By Bruc* Cfttt** All th«'Witnesses Wci-c In Error If you were one who felt that the late'Bruno Hauptmann should not have been electrocuted because he was convicted solely on circumstantial evidence, you might find it profitable to rend "The Enjoyment of Murder," by William Roughead (Sheridan House: $2.50). Mr. Roughead—an English barrister who here describes some half-dozen interesting Scottish murder < cases— never mentions the Hauptmann case. But he does go into a great deal of detail about the famous Oscar Slater case, which in turn sheds an oblique but revealing light on the relative merits of circumstantial and direct evidence. Slater was convicted of murder a qurter of a century ago. A number of people—including the late Sir Arthur Conan Doyle—were convinced of his innocence, and worked unceasingly for his release. After he had spent ^ years in prison they were able to prove him innocent, and he was freed. Now Staler ws convicted on direct, eye-witness testimony. There was not a shred of .circumstantial evidence against him. :The crown based its cose on the testimony of .people who had "seen" him fleeing from the scene of the crime. The only trouble was that everyone of these people was dead wrong, as was amply proven later. Reading of this case, it is impossible to avoid the reflection thnl perhaps it is direct evidence which is unreliable and circumstantial evidence is deadly and damning. Mr. Roughead has assembled an interesting set of tales here, and the homicide aficionado will find the book well worth perusing. FLAPPft FANNY By Sylvia 'Corn. i»M ir MA MUvrtt. we, t. M. M«. u. i. PAT. OH* SERIAL STORY PHOTO FINISH BY CHARLES B. PARMER COPYRIGHT. 193B i NEA SERVICE." INC. Medicine Still Ponders Question of Marrige for the Tuberculous The question of whether or not per- not only during the preliminary sons with tuberculosis should marry is period before the child is born, but I''- one which has had repeated consider-. actually during childbrith itself. ation by the. medical profession. It is necessary to reconsider such questions again and again in the light of new knowledge that develops regarding the nature of the disease and our methods of controlling it. Most authorities in the field of tuberculosis would be likely to say that marriage for either sex is unwise until it has been shown by tests that the patient has not had the disease actively for at least two years. There seem to be some cases in which marriage might actually benefit a person with tuberculosis, but in such cases it is important to find out whether or not there would be any danger of transmitting the disease to the second party concerned. For women there is a special question which has to do with the possibility of having a child. Most authorities are convinced that any woman who has active tuberculosis should not undertake to have a child. There i9 great danger to her life and health, There must also be raised the question as to wheather or not the tuber- culous mother can nurse a shild should the child be born. Under the kind of close contact that might thus exist the child might get tuberculous even if it had been born free of any manifestations of this infection. It is even a serious matter for a woman with an active stage of tubercu- Yexterdiiyi I.lndn ntlrs old 1 hoiiex In Uncle Snndy. But Hhc hm<ii>t much money. 'She pruyn for. a chance A-make groort xome- liow ' fur • Snncry. CHAPTER IV T INDA and her uncle arrived at *•* the Radford auction on the minute, Linda was surprised at the smallness of the crowd in Brown's Barn on the main highway. Only a few collarless hangers-on were about the doorway. Bruce Radford was not there. He was entertaining some eastern, buyers first at a barbecue. "Let's take a look-see at those • colts," Uncle Sandy ledlLindaunto the barn, -where a ; great golden animal stood at the head of the horses .to be auctioned: a spirited creature, 16 hands high, with white forelegs and a white star on his face. "That's him-^Golden Toy," Uncle Sandy commented. "His sire was a fast 'un; his dam a weight-carrier. Never been raced; Will died just when, he come 2- year old." The horseman went over the colt carefully, stepped back, said "He's sound, in wind and limb. Be a good buy at $3000—a bargain for anything less." This sale was for cash. But maybe— An idea flashed into Linda's mind; she wheeled on Uncle Sandy: "Bruce, and those eastern buyers, are holding up this sale, while they eat and drink. If we can force the auctioneer—" Uncle Sandy was quick o thought in his own field. A grin creased his leathery face. "You're a born horseman, honey. Come on!" They went to the front of thi barn. "Mr. Jenkins," Uncle Sandy spoke suavely, "this sale was ad vertised for 1:30, rain or shine One-thirty sharp. It now is," he looked at a thick, split-secom watch, "1:45. I say we start We're here, money in haiid." * * * ]\TR. JENKINS' jaws moved 1 * J - moment: he shifted his cue "Yes, sir, you're right, Mr. Gor losis to undergo the possibility of be- don—dead right. But I'm think corning pregnant. There are some case \ ln S~ he looked up the long high however, in which the mother may i wav * moment. Im thinking take advantage of tuberculosis as art- , yes, sir! Those eastern gents for ificial pneumothorax, or the injection I Set that we have daylight-savin of air into the chest cavity, by which \ time; they mean to be here at th means the lung is collapsed and need not partake in the extra effort involved in the process of birth. In some 500 cases of tuberculosis among married people which were by an Italian investigator, it was found that in nearly one-half the cases the wife had become infected by the husband, whereas only one husband out of eight had contracted the disease real sun time. Ye», sir! So we' Just wait." "But you can't do that!" Lind protested, as the «rowd of idler drew closer. "You said 1:30, an we're here. These gentlemen She looked around at the un shaven, collarless crowd, "they'r here-7-.acxi we're ready to buy." "She's ti^ht, Mr. Jenkins!" "Cry that there sale!" } "Give us a chance to buy — we ot a right to buy!" Mr. Jenkins frowned with con- empt at the crowd. He knew lere wasn't a dime to a dozen of hose loafers. His reddish eyes ocused on Linda again: We'll sell at 1:30, sun time, diss." Linda turned away wit-h her ncle. She muttered to him: "We could get that colt for next o nothing — now." Uncle Sandy nodded. "I know, oney; but nothing we can do." He sat on a bale of hay, apart rom the loungers. Linda walked o her car, got in. She wanted to ie. alone — and think. If she could lave forced the sale, she could lave bought the colt at her own irice. But there was no moving that stolid auctioneer. Soon Bruce nd the crowd would be here — with their thousands. What could she do with a pitiful ix hundred? What a world, what a world! Watch hands were at 2:30 — 1:30 by sun time — at last. Slowly Mr. Jenkins mounted his keg. The dlers flocked around him. "Folks, we'll just wait a few minutes — " "You'll do no such thing!" The objection came from a youngster of 20 or so, who forced his way o the front: a slender young man with hard blue eyes and a chin that meant business. In clean sweater, boots and riding breeches ie, too, had been inspecting the colts when Linda and Uncle Sandy were in the barn. Linda hadn't given him thought, then; guessed, by his clothes, that he was an exercise aoy for some wealthy stable. Now she noted his face: this was no stable man. born leader. initiative: "The trust company advertisec this sale for 1:30. It's now 2:3 — our time. I don't care vAa time it is in London or New York You hold this sale, or — " he lef the threat unsaid. "Well, now," the auctionee thumbed his watch. chain. There'i been trouble before, in the Blu Grass, when a sale was -delayed Maybe he'd better start with som of the less promising colts. Giv Mr. Radford. and his crowd tim to get here. "Yes, sir, I thini you're right, Mr. Donald. Yes sir, we'll cry the sale. No folks—" * * » A PROFESSIONAL smile ooze •^* from his features; he lifte his voice: "We're selling, to th highest bidder, and for cash o the barrel-head, the remainin colts from the Radford estate Cash in hand, no checks He was clean-cut, a He was taking th you are doing Bobby a faver by telling him the teacher is unfair, or that he is studying too hard. Both of these things may be true. And, naturally, you won't stand too long for things that need righting. Investigate Quietly No, the better way is to investigate quietly and right any stuaton out of hand, n another way. Don't make an issue with Bobby he bone of contention. Arbitrate. Talk it over with-the right people and see what can be done. Wherever duty is concerned there is usually a strong pull away from it. The housewife thinks of a thousand better ways to spend her time while she is making beds. The man at the desk creates a nice golff course, between himself and the ledger. Keep up sympathy long enough and it takes the starch out of the fibre. It acts like termites on the underpinnings of a house H isn't good. It's evry, very bad. And it does not make people any happier, but the contary, because their wish world increases and real things become increasingly distasteful. h j,talks today—and you'll get rh cheap. You, Big Boy!" He pointed to a gangling, bare- oot black by the barn entrance. Yas, suh, Mr. Jenkins." Big Boy luffled- out from the shade. "Bring out that nice little bay olt. And hurry about U!" "Yas, suh, I hurries." 'He did o such thing. He started lazily way. "One minute!" Linda spoke uickly. Big Boy stopped in his mbling tracks. Mr. Jenkins ooked down inquiringly at her. Sell the golden chestnut first— Golden Toy." "Well, now, Miss, we'll come to im—just wait, please ma'am." ."Look at that sign on the door!" ,inda pointed to the sales sign. The chestnut, Golden Toy, is list- d first. You auction him first." "Well, now—" the auctioneer was cut short by calls from th« rowd: "Sell 'em accordin' to order!" "Bring out that chestnut first, Big Boy!" "What kind of a sale is this?" Mr. Jenkins raised a placating hand. Before he could open rtis mouth, the keen-looking youngster was speaking: "I suggestXyou sell those horses n order. This auction Is beginning to get—smelly." The auctioneer's face turned more red. Again there were catcalls, shouts. He didn't like it. "All right, folks, your pleasure is my delight! You want to bid on the chestnut first, and the chestnut you shall have. Bring lim. out, Big Boy. Smartly, now!" The youngster stepped to Linda's side. "You want him, don't you?" She looked into his eyes. He was all business. "Maybe," she answered cautiously. He smiled, for the first time—a friendly, disarming smile. Said: "I want him, too-—-maybe. He's got long lags— should make a dandy steeplechaser." From inside the barn came foot- clumps on the earthen floor. Big Boy hove into view, leading the chestnut. The crowd backed off into a circle. The sun's rays fell on the colt's shining body. He seemed gold—all gold. Now Big Boy was leading him to the block— "We have here Golden Toy—" the auctioneer broke off, looked anxiously up the road. He—and the crowd—had heard the distant honking of a motor horn. "Folks, I crave your indulgence for one minute. Somebody else is coming." A big roadster, horn sounding imperiously, slithered to the barn, stopped in a cloud of dust. (T.o Be Continued) So with your Bobby in school heart is sore often when you see him trudging oif on bad days, or on days when you know he hates the thought of desk and walls. On days 'when you'd like to kep him home and cuddle him and say, "Let the old school go. You're happier here." I don't think you need to be too indifferent to Bob's happiness or blind to his school troubles. This is normal and fair. But too much sympathy will only make matters worse. He has lo march off and take it like the rest. ''Honestly, it'd take a juggler to balance my checkbook. 1 *- ri OW 51 nmi f n mnrri/iin%* 9 'Uf ntstlv ^•l^anltr nMrl «rs\t* <*«ti1li 'How about a magician? . . . 'Watch closely and you willj see .the-coin disappear'." Paul Harrison in Molly wood Hollywood Does Things Its Own Way Even When It Comes to Grave-Testing Gain Weight, Knowledge WASHINGTON.-W)—Boys are leaving CCC camps weighing ten pounds more than when they went in, the CCC office says. More than 65,000 of them learne dto read in the camps, and since they started more than 400,000 boys have left camp before their stay was over because they got offers of private jobs. Has First Bud FORTERF1ELD, Wis.—(/P)—A cactus plant owned by Mrs. Joseuh Biehl has blossomed for the first time in 14 years. Prior to this year the plant never had a bud. Of 6420 persons selected at random for their ouft^anding service to humanity, it was recently found that 5768 completed requirements for college degrees, 622 had high school education six had elementary school educations, and six had never attended school. HOLLYWOOD. — Cemeteries hereabout seem to like to offer something both to the quick and the dead. It may be just the immortal spirit of showmanship, but it looks like the double-feature influence. 'At 'famed Forest Lawn, for example, you can be either buried or married. Lots of people are, anyway. Sometimes both. Hollywood Cemetery, especially at this time of year, provides a modest revival of the macabre carnival that attended Rudolph Valentino's death. Two major motion picture studios adjoin the institution on the south—a juxtaposition which has brought forth a lot of wisecracks .But. a milch livelier note is injected by the presence— in a cemetery-owned building beside the cemetery's main, north entrance—of a lesser known concern which makes movies, of undraped cuties They Both Have Their Special Features Hollywood Cemetery is not quite so fancy or expensive as Forest Lawn. Nor so imaginative, although it has its points. This one doesn't go in for christenings or weddings, which are merely impertinent defiances of the Old Guy With the Scythe. Instead, it accepts the inevitable while trying bravely to assuage the disappointments of permanent retirement. To an actor, you see, there is no greater cause for sorrow than obscurity. Sarah Bernhardt used to have her coffin at the foot of her bed, but she was contorted by the sight of it because she knew that its nsrrow walls never could shut away more than a fraction of her great fame. One reason why so many actors lie in Hollywood Cemetery is that it encourages commemorative statuary and monuments. Forest Lawn doesn't. At Forest Lawn each little Judgment Day homestead is marked only by a bronze plate at ground level. There are not even any flowers planted on the graves, or any other evidences of steadfast, living sentiment. You might think that a person who has paid for a piece of land, and who occupies it in perpetuity, could assign to his relatives and, pals the right to use it as they please. Well, he. can't. There are zoning ordinances and decorative restrictions even in modern graveyards. This is not to imply, however, that Hollywood Cemetery is old-fashioned. It is almost as colossal as its rival, and it certainly adheres more closely to the Hollywood tradition. These Are Active-Days for the Press Agent. Hollywood Cemetery is a lavish ad- vertiser. Unlike local dealers in real estate used for more vital purposes, however, it has refrained from boasting the names of distinguished residents and neighbors. Indeed, these advantages are presumed to be so well known that the instituion has no solicitors. Its advertising slogan us "The Cemetery Without a Salesman." But it does have a press agent. His job is getting the name of the cemetery into print for nothing. This is an easy task, for the most part, because : people do die and obituaries and death notices are printed. But twice a year, on May 6 and August 23, the respective anniversaries of Valentino's b'irth and death, the ' press agent has a field day. There are all sorts of stories to be — reportor- ially speaking— dug up. The "woman in black" and other mysterious and prominent pilgrims always are good for yarns. So are accounts of the Vnlenlino fan clubs and associations of mourners about the world. The press' agent's campaign opened this month with a gristly little item about how the facing of the crypt is constantly being marred by lipstick smears. The publicity man maintains a discreet silence about the indiscreet film enterprise which flourishes in the imposing stone building by the entrance. The organization is called Pacific Cine Films, and it manufactures "Hollywood Art Featurettes." The films are in 8 and 16 mm. size only, and presumably are intended for private projection by earnest students of art. Some of the titles in the catalog are 'Nude Photo Fun," "Bring 'Em BacR Nude," "Why Girls Go Wrong," "Nude Interlude" and "Patricia's Panties." Scientists have learned that the average kiss deposits 100,000 bacteria, 40 per cent of which are pathogenic. honest, Sarge, I don't think she killed ton I" Want It Printed RIGHT? We'll have a printing expert call on you, and you'll have an economical, high quality job.-What* ever your needs, we con.serve them. Star Publishing COMPANY "Printing That Makes m • m li tfi

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