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Saturday, September 10, 1058 I Hope B Star Staf ot Mot* i«9f &«*. 1937. UtaftltaMM itfautty W, M». 0 Jvatieie, Deliv^ThyJJifriM /Vdftt Fatef R*portl L Published *vet? wWelWUjr tftemeeb ter S*» Publfehtof Co, Inj. «X & tUbae* A Ale*. H, W«fcbun»), at n* Sttt building, au-2H South frtkmt ttrt*t, Hoj*. C. B. PALMER, Pnddcnt ALtZ. B. WA9HBURN, Mhot «M Publkte Soliloquy (AP) —Means Associated Press (NSA)—M*ans Newspaper Enterprise Ass'n. Mate (Always Payable in Advance): By dty cutler, p*f W«ek 15oj pet month 85o; one year ffi.SO. By mall, in Hetnpstead, Nevada, fitowttd, Mlltef and LaFayett* counties, |1MI per year; elsewhere |6JO. r ot The Associated Freest The Associated PreM la eaclutttely tfttltffd to the use for republlcatlon of all news dispatch** credited to It or dot liberals? credited in this pape* and also the local new* pubU»Vd herein. Cfcarjm on Tributes, Etc.: 'Charges will be made for all tribute*, cards o* thanks, resolutions, or memorials, ..-oncerning the departed. Commercial attrspaperV hold to this policy in the hews columns to protect their readers tarn « deluge of space-taking memorial*. The Star disclaims sesponaiblllty tot the safe-keeping or return of any unsolicited manuscript* Picture of Prosperity—Drawn From Life J N THESE days of depression, class antagonism and the threat of war, try to imagine a country where— There is a solid business boom that has brought industrial production 50 per cent above the 1929 level. Unemployment is at a minimum, and the national income can buy 25 per cent more than ever before. There is a "new deal" which has the hearty co-operation of business, which has scared no single industrialist or financier, and which is able to carry on a great spending program without piling up debt for future generations to pay. There is no armaments race on, and the people are not living under the fear of war. All of this sounds rather unreal and fantastic for the year 1938, yet such a country does exist, and the way it operates can readily be examined by anyone who has a few hundred dollars for steamship fare. * -K * TTHE country is Sweden. l v ' " As a foundation for its immunity from economic disaster, Sweden (according to a recent survey in Fortune Magazine) has these four things: General acceptance by capital and. government of a stable wage rate. - Consumer co-operatives which prevent soaring prices in boom-time, and so prevent a subsequent collapse. Legal regulation of agricultural prices so that neither farm income nor food prices fluctuate violently. A government bank which is committed to the maintenance of low interest rates. Beyond this, it has a government whcih uses the "pump priming" scheme regularly—but which does it with a difference. It begins to pour out money at the first sign of depression—yet deficits so incurred are charged against the follbwing years at the rate of 20 per cent a year until they are paid. In good times, the government spends little and taxes highly; in bad times it spends much and taxes little. Thus, when private enterprise falters, the government can keep the ball rolling until the pickup comes. * * * ALL OF this, of course, represents a determined and intel- IrVligent attempt to make both capitalism and democracy work. But it stands for more than that. It indicates a willingness—on the part of labor, capital and politics—to be realistic, to make compromises, to sink selfish interests in the larger good. Whether what would work for Sweden, with its 6,000,000 inhabitants, would work for the United States, with its 120,000,000, is perhaps a question. Probably no exact paralleling 'of the Swedish program would be possible here. But the example is well worth studying, even so, as an indication that a solution of modern problems is possible. "May I Sit In?" •*IF It W6*E J>ON£ WHEN 'TIS PONG, THEM ' It WERE POME QUICKLY; »F THS ASSASSINATION GDU.& tRAMMEL UP THB CONSEOUEMCE X AMO CATCH, / WITH HIS gufccEAse> success* THAT BUT THIS BLOW MIGHT BE THE BE-ALL AMP THE ENJ>*ALU HCRG* * Bolted Their Doors When Geologist Came WASHINGTON.—(/P)—In the early 1800's geologists were unheard of curl- osities to the majority of the Inhnbi- nnts of the American hinterland. When they saw a robust, grown man npp p ing at the rocks and breaking off jits of stone to carry nway with him :hey decided he must be a lunatic at argc, nnd treated him accordingly. On one occnsion when William Mn- clure, "the father of American Geo- y," approached a remote tavern, seeking n night's lodging, everyone rushed indoors and bolted themselves inside. kingdom, and where each of the Europeans seems to have a secret to guard. On this Island there occurs a murder, In the unraveling of which there is plenty of suspense nnd excitement; more important, however, Mr. Mc- Guirc can write an entertaining novel without leaning on homicidal thrills, and the story is a good one any way you look at it. Then there is "Too Many Cooks," by Hex Stout (Farrar & Rlnehart: ?2). This one, of course, is hboilt fat, beer- drinking Nero Wolfe, who goes to a sort of convention of hoity-toity chefs and is called on to solve a murder while there. Mr. Stout is improving all the time, and this seems to me to be his best book to date. He has a slangy, irreverently humorous way ol writing mul his yarn will give you chuckles us well as excitement. Hold Everything! i "Can'l you use another street?" lated separately to remove the odor from cooking, to remove excess heat, and to remove the excess moisture which arises from steam evaporation of water. For kitchens, experts in ventilation recommend now the use of an exhaust fan attached to a wall opening near the ceiling or to the upper half of a window, as near as possible to the stove. Finally, good ventilation provides for prevention of .smoke, dust, and gases in the air. In cities these may be a hazard to health, though there seems as yet no conclusive evidence to show direct damage to health from such causes. Studies are now being made in many places to determine just how far smoke, dust, and gases in the air may be health hazards. It is also important to remember that regardless of the nature or construction of a home, babies, very old people, and those who are ill may require extra heat. The best method of providing such heat is by the use of the small portable electric heater. This will provide the heat where it is needed, and avoid general overheating of the atmosphere and of others who live in the home. A Book a Day By Bruo« Catton Murder Among Chefs, Islanders .The mystery story fan really leads a hard life. He doesn't ask for much: of it, he seldom gets, stories nowadays are. just a sufficiently puzzling yarn, peopled by characters who act and talk in something resembling the way real people act and talk, written by an author who knows a little something about his business. But all of that, or even a good share Most mystery to be blunt, lousy. When a competently, done job does show up, it's hailed as a masterpiece because of the contrast. Anyhow, it is a pleasure to report on the publication of two good mysteries. One is "A Funeral in Eden," by Paul McGuire (Morrow: $2). Here is a tale about a tiny colony of whites on a South Sea island, where an English sultan is monarch of a little native SERIAL STORY A RRIVALS and Departures: '/* Mr. Philip Kazen, private citizen of Laredo, Texas, has returned home from a chat with Garcia Tellez, Mexico's secretary of the interior. Mr. Kazen secured the removal of a large sign, just across the border from Laredo, which urged Mexicans not to spend their money in the United States. Mr. Abe Pickus, private citizen of Cleveland, Ohio, has got his bags packed and will leave any moment now for Europe, where he hopes to buttonhole a couple of dictators and a few ministers of state and set them straight on international policy. Mr. Pickus has already 'talked with a number of European and Asiatic big-wigs by telephone, and feels-certain that he will be able to obtain personal audiences. It would be nice to be able to think of these situations as symptoms of a trend. And maybe they are. The Common Man _as Kibitzer has already appeared before in the forms of minority stockholders and employes at board meetings. Maybe the thing is just branching out'. It would be fun to see it branch. It might be pretty embarrassing to have a few simple John Q. Citizens sitting in on every "international conversation," scuffling their feet and bursting out every now and then with naive questions or expressions of impatience, but it ought to be illuminating. And maybe what the halls of diplomacy need is more embarrassment from the other side of the tracks. PHOTO FINISH BY CHARLES B. PARMER COPYRIGHT. I93B NBA'SERVICE. INC. The Family Doctor «. X. Her U. ft pat OC By DB. MORKIS FISUQBEIN Uitoi, Journal ot the American Medical AMoctetto*. tad •! Hrfflta, U* HMlth MH«HM. The Householder's Dilemma: Proper Ventilation Twelve Months a Year (This Is the third and concluding article by Dr. Fishbein on the relation between housing and health.) In the summer there is no question that air cooling and dehumidification, or removal ot moisture from the atmosphere, contribute a great deal to comfort and efficiency. For many persons the cost of artificial cooling of the air is still too high for routine usage. Insulation of buildings, awnings on the sunny side, and the circulation of cool night air by the use of open windows will frequently substitute for artificial cooling, except when there are long hot spells. Dr. C. C. Yaglou of the School of public Health of Harvard University recommends exhaust fans for the attic as a means ol cooling homes in the hot season. Such a fan may be started aAer sunset; air may be drawn, through - the first story widows in the early evening, and through the second story during the rest of the night. Thus one will begin with a cool house in the morning and insulation will keep the inside temperature below that of the outside air, if windows and blinds are kept shut. A comfortable house temperature in summer varies from 70 degrees F. to 85 degrees F., according to the temperature outside. In summer, we become adapted to warm weather, we wear thinner and fewer clothes, and we do not require an exceedingly cooled atmosphere for comfort. In cold weather the average home has a great deal too much leakage of air from the outside to require artificial ventilation. Indeed, the effort in cold weather is to prevent such leakage. Leakage can be reasonably prevented by the use of weather stripping, storm sash, and storm doors. Under such circumstances, leakage will be reduced about one-half. This will still provide enough ventilation in a home of ordinary size- Kitchens, however, must be venti- Llndn meets Brown Donald ngnln nnd known nn extraordinary evening under the •tarn with hlx lips feverish upon fcerx. CHAPTER XII TJONALD'S arms were holding her with gentle strength. Then something snapped inside her. It was like the blackout of an enchanted stage scene—the swift fall of the curtain. "Don!" An urgency in her tone caused him to drop his hands, to draw away. "Don," the girl said quickly, "emotions — they are tricky things." She took his hand, in friendly fashion; they walked back to his car, got in. Started homeward. , Linda was late in reaching the course the next day. She had taken hours to dress; she was going to face this Merle— When she arrived the crowd was converging toward a big black horse. Linda was jostled back as a well-poised, slender woman in gray—she might have been 45—pushed through, with a youngster in scarlet and blue silks at her side. It was >he Merle— and Brown Donald. Now the crowd was rushing toward the rails of the ohlcr.£ mile course. There was no grandstand, but a line of farm wagons, drawn up alongside the track, was being jcrowded by the hunt club members. • * » T INDA looked for a vacant place. • L< "Want a spot?" An oldster with a goatee—looking like a caricature from Esquire—called down to her. She nodded, smiled. He reached down, seized her hand, lifted her up. "Here— there's space in front of me. I'm tall—see over you. Who you like?" *Hellion, with Donald up," she said, over her shoulder. "So do I. Look—they're at the post!" The field swept past with a thunder of hoofs on the grass— Don three lengths in the lead. "Two miles to go—twice around —16 fences," the old fellow was enumerating, as Don swung around the first turn, then went over the first fence like a swallow to flight. "Who says Hellioi! can't fence?" Hellion was streaming down the back stretch, the field strung out in Indian file. Now he was at the fecond hurdle. Linda saw the horse swerve slightly to the left—: "Oh, my aunt! Look!" Hellion crashed through brush and timber—Don was weaving in his saddle—rolling off. Linda saw him fall—saw him-turn over— "He's not hurt! Look—he's up —grabbing his horse—" So he was, as the field swept past. "He"s mounting again—he's after them —there he goes!" * Three more fences on that backstretch. A horse fell at each fence—riders kicked feet free from irons—rolled off the course •—none remounted as Don did— Don was trailing the field—but Hellion was jumping cleanly now— They were coming around the far turn—took the two fences on the home stretch— "Watch him!" Linda's mentor called. "He'll catch up on this straightaway—then around once more—" * * * CHE saw Hellion pass a gray; ^ then a dark bay; he drew alongside a roan, hung for an instant, passed him; now the leaders were surging by Linda's farm wagon— "Lord! They're trying to pocket him!" the old fellow called. Those two horses in front were drawing together, but Don—he was pointing at a bit of daylight between them— "They'll fall!" Linda heard herself scream. "He'll bump them!" "No—look!" Don shoved Hellion's nose between those two front runners— "They're giving away—they've got to—afraid all will pile up!" the man behind her shouted. Linda held her breath an instant—then saw the two lead horses draw apart—Don shot Hellion between them. "Beautiful— beautiful maneuver, 1 ' the old fellow chuckled. "Now if he'll just jump cleanly—" Hellion led down the backstretch—took the four jumps with ease—three lengths in front—took the far turn jump—took the first homestretch fence— "One jump to go!" Linda saw him rising for the last jump—he hobbled— rapped his forefeet—Don was swaying in the saddle—now jerking Hellion's head up— "Close shave, but he made it. come on!" the Now come on, Don— goateed man was calling. Don and Hellion came on—but the chestnut shot alongside, looked Hellion in the eye. "That's Big Parade, a strong finisher. Come on, you Hellion!" Nose and nose the two swept up the long homestretch. Don was leaning far over, handriding, pushing his mount onward. Th« two swept past the farm wagon. FAMILY By Olive Roberts Barton Parent Is Responsible For Child's Vandalism together—now at the finish line—" "Hellion! It's Hellion! Hellion by a whisker!" Linda leaped from the wagon pusffed forward with the crowd to be at the weighing-out scalei when the horses returned. Hellion, his sweaty flanks heaving was back first. Don leaped to thd ground, jerked the saddle off ai the slender woman in graj reached him. "Nicely done, fellow," she said casually. * * * T INDA saw Donald turn his head toward her for an instant— 3 head that was smeared with grass and dirt from his fall. He grinned, then saw Linda. His face lit up' "Wait for me!" he called—tc Linda. He took his saddle, jumped on the scales, was weighed out. Leaped off the scales, tossed the tack to a valet, started toward Linda. "Come on, Don," the woman known as Merle called, turning her back on Linda, and walking off, followed by her crowd. Brown Donald straightened. His mouth opened, but he said nothing. Stood still as the chatelaine moved away majestically. Then he turned, came straight to Linda, now standing alone. "How'd you like it?" he aJiced, looking at her eagerly. 'A brilliant ride, Don! It wag grest!" "Oh, Don!" Again the woman was calling to him—from 20 paceg away. "We're waiting for you!" Linda saw the man's face crimn son. He stood on one foot, then on the other. Started to. speak to her, started to answer Merle— and did nothing. "Don!" the call was imperious, Linda smiled sadly, "I think, my dear Don," she said softly: "that you'd better answer mama. She turned her shoulder to him, It gave him an out. "I'll call you later," he mumbled. "Don't trouble to, m'lad. Hustlg along!" Brown Donald trudged off. Six hours later, after furious driving down Kentucky's roads, Linda Gordon reached the white- painted farmhouse of her unclei There was no light showing. No sign of life, until she heard tha sudden barking of Jerry the Scottie, tied to the front porch. A light did flash on as she went up the steps; the door opened. There stood Callie Tompkins, the new cook. "What you want? Oh, lawdyl Miss Linda! Ah sho 1 is glad you here. Mr. Sandy, he an' Norman an' the colt, they all done run uway." (To Be Coutiuued) didn't believe the principal he explained that he had no A very angry lady went to the school nuthorilics because n path was worn icross her lawn at tho corner. It •saved tho youngsters iibout ten seconds to make n hypotenuse instead of n right angle to and from school. No mutter how she planted the "point," the young herd found n way to outwit her. She when power over property beyond the school limits, or show much patience when he said he would send n notice to all the rooms requesting the children to keep to the sidewalk both going and coming to school, but adding that he had no authority to enforce it. "Well," she said, "when my Walter went to school, I remember very distinctly that you kept him in one day and lectured him for throwing snowballs at a driver." Forestalled Trouble "I remember it, too," he admitted. 'But I did it to save Walter trouble with the police. If he had done any damage there would have been more to it than a little lecture." "I'm glad to know that," retorted the lady. "It didn't occur to you, I suppose, that I was the one to lecture him." "Yes, it did," acknowledged Mr. Smith, "but I knew it was the second offense, and I did what any citizen would have done, when parents fail to see the gravity of street offenses. I probably saved you a fine at some fu- ture date. Walter had not obeyed you, if you had indeed spoken to him before." "Well, then, why don't you speak to the children about my lawn? Keep them in or punish them? Isn't that your duty as a citizen, too?" Proper Procedure "If you like. But I am thereby making myself liable if I begin to take police duties on myself as regards the property of all home-owners in this ward. We warn the children in school not to molest lawns or flowers or mar pavements, and also about throwing refuse where they please. That is a matter between the city and parents themselves. It would be impossible for us to hold court in so many cases, even if it were our privilege to do so." "I won't pay for my lawn," said the visitor. "Who is going to have it remade for me?" "Report the matter to parents, eleven to a magistrate, furnishing names of offenders. They will have to pay for it. It is their place to train their children to keep off private land. They must stand behind the infractions of their offspring. I am very sorry you've had trouble. There is too much vandalism. I am only explaining that I myself am quite powerless." Mr. Smith was right. The behavior of children to and from school is our responsibility, mother and dad, ours and ours alone. It may cost a price sometimes, if our boys and girls don't listen to our admonishments. orison in Hoi Champ, a Sorrel, Doesn't Feel a Bit Sorrel for . Himself, Harrison Finds (This is the second of six interviews which Mr. Harrison got at great risk to life anil limb. He hasn't been taking hashish; he has just been .silting and thinking.) with HOLLYWOOD.—An interview Gene Autry's horse: Q.—Champ, I'd like to get a story from you about being a star of horse- opera. A.—That's a cinch; just wait till I get this saddle off. You wanta go in my dressing room here? The trailer, I mean. It's the biggest trailer in town, pulled by a 160-horsepower (and I'm not one of them) truck. Not that I think the automobile ever will re- place— Q.—No, of course not. But let's talk about you, and from the beginning, Have you any famous ancestors? A.—Ha!—if you'll pardon the horse laugh—I've got ancestors back to Lady Godiva's time. And there's a goof: story about that incident, because il put its mark on my father's family! That Godiva business happenec about 300 generations ago. You see when this dame, who was just aftci publicity, started riding through Coventry, her horse was white. Yeasir—• pure white! But the situation got very embarrassing as they went along. Old gentleman would stop and say "My word, isn't that a pretty white horse!" And kids would yell, "Hey, lady, you forget your spurs!" Well, this horse, my ancestor, got to blushing, and he blushed so hard that he turned into a sorrel. Pretty soon the cops caught up witli Lady Godiva. "Whoa is me!" said my ancestor, when lie saw them coming. The sergeant read a warrant for a woman on n while horse, neither of them wearing a bit. But this filly, Godiva, said, "Neigh, neigh! You boys better trot back to your checker game, because this is a horse of another color!" There Were Fine Folks On Mama's Side, Too Q.—Very interesting. And your family have been sorrels ever since? A.—That's right, in my 1 father's family, anyway. They descended to the famous Morgan strain of trotters, in Vermont, and my father was a Morgan. Mein fodder also was a mudder. That is, he was good on a muddy track. My mother came from undistinguished but hardy western pioneer stock, from down around Gallup, N.M. Sho met papa when he came from the east on a barnstorming trip, and they got hitched. I get my dramatic talent from both sides of the family, because mother was cur-razy about show-business and she sometimes played in rodeos, and she would stand for hours admiring circus posters on the barn. When Sire Morgan came out to that country, a handsome high-stepper from the Grand Circuit, she thought he looked just like 1 the model in the horse- collar ads, and she called him Pegasus. He called her Whinney-the-Poo. They teamed up right away, and one night they 'loped. It wasn't long, though, before he began straying away, and all the waggin' tongues on the ranch said he was browsing in the wild oats. Mother would nag him, nnd then he'd stall around and get sulky. Well, sir, it wasn't long before papa decided he couldn't stand double-harness any longer, and he vanished without a trace. He Didn't Want to Be a Mama's Colt Q.—Then you never knew your father? A.—No. My mother was saddled with all the responsibility of taking care of me. Where we lived was not exactly a one-horse town, but I always wanted to get out of there and kick up my heels a bit. Mother worked like a horse to earn my keep, but I never had clone anything—although I was broke—when Gene Autry came along nnd bought me for $15. I was so happy I felt like a 3-ycar-old. In fact, I was n 3-ycar-old. That was five years FLAPPER FANNY By Sylvia -COffi. 19)6 BY NCA SERVICE, INC. T. M. REG. U. S. PAT. OFF.' career begin right "That new boy cert'nly is persistent! Tried to flirt with mt every time I dropped my books on the way homa an' J musta dropped them a dozen times," / ago. Q.—Did your away? A.—Well, there was a little training, and we started in movies the next year. Pretty soon Gene got to be the No. 1 cowboy of the screen, so that made me a star of horse-opera! I'll bet my father is proud of me, if he's still kicking around. 1 can't even keep track of the hundreds of stage appearances we've made, or the thousands of miles we've traveled. I've shaken hands with mayors in hotel lobbies, and in Tulsa I ever had 'a hotel room of my own, and a pedicure the next morning in the barber shop. I've broadcast on the radio. I get a lot of fan mail, and some people say I've got ears like Clark Gable and n profile like Barrymore. All in all, I've been mighty lucky. Maybe it's the horseshoes. Just a Few of the Thrifty Women who Shop the Grocery Ads irfThe Sttr Every Thursday AND SAVE! Don't Forget the Grocery Ads Appear Every Thursday

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