PAGE TWO Star Star of Hope M, OJttsticis, Published eyer? weekday afterao* by Sflrf Publishing Co., In$. «C. K. Pftlmer & Alex. fl. Wufcburn), *t The Star , building, 212*214 South street, Hope, ArkuuM. ALKX. H. WASHBURN, Editor »nd Publlshet (AP) —Means Associated Press (NEA) — Means Newspaper Enterprise Ass'n.' BnbMtfptton Rate (Always Payable in Advance): By city carrier, per •reek ISoj per month 65c; one year $6.50. By mail, in Hempstead, Nevada, Howard, Milter and Lafayette counties, |3.50 per year; elsewhere |6.5«. Member of The Associated Press: The Associated Press is exclusively tntltfed to the use for repubUcatlon of all news dispatches credited to It or act ftherwisS credited in this paper and also tie local news published herein. Charges on tributes, EleJ 'Charges will be made for all tributes, cards of thanks, resolutions, or memorials, ..•oncerning the departed. Commercial newspapers hold to this policy in the 'news columns to protect their readers Trom t deluge of space-taking memorial*. The Star disclaims responsibility for the safe-keeping or return of any unsolicited manuscriDt*- The Planes Shoot By, and Man Crawls On M AJ. ALEXANDER DE SEVERSKY flits west across the continent in slightly more than 10 hours, knocking nearly an hour and a half off the previous record and giving a new demonstration of the unbelievable speed man can command when he takes to the air. Meanwhile, Secretary of Agriculture Wallace announces details of a new scheme to help the farmer, and a substantial number of federal dollars are marshaled for a new attack on the perennil farm problem. And this, if you care for contrasts, can'be taken as a demonstration of the snail-like slowness that can afflict man when he has to tackle something intangible. + + * F OR America's farm problem is older, in point of years, . than the airplane itself. Before the Wright brothers invented the airplane the farmer was crying for help—and with good reason, too. Congress after Congress has wrestled with the problem. Many a secretary of agriculture has had his crack at it. Presidents have spoken weightily of it, and have dedicated themselves to the job of "doing something for the farmer." Yet the problem remains unsolved. The speed that we can display with our machines is simply non-jexistent when we come up against the business of solving a promlem in economics. It sometimes looks as if there were no limit at all to the things we can achieve in the realm of mechanics. Our engineers and scientists are canny folk, and of the world today contains any miracle-workers, they are the men. But when we begin dealing with people rather than with machines, our skills seem to leave us. Mr. Wallace's continued grappling with the farm problem is just one case in point. In almost every comparable field the story is the same. Our inability to cut the depression off short is the most striking instance of all. * * * QOMEONE will break de Seversky's record, probably, before O the ink is dry on this column of type. That record, in its turn, will fall a little later. We can confidently look forward to continued progress. But who will be bold enough to say that this newtst project of Mr. Wallace's will at last do the trick? Look ahead a auarter of a century, and one of the first things your imagination shows you is some future Secretary Wallace trying to help the farmer. We'll be a great people if we ever learn to handle human problems as efficiently as we now handle mechanical ones. The Tactful Approach W HO says that this otherwise adult world has fallen down in the bumpy field of human relations? It may exhibit some prettv savage behavior on occasion, but it's hardly fair to charge it with not knowing how to go at things deftly and ingeniously when occasion demands. Take the delicate question of minorities in Czechoslovakia. Europe is pretty certain that the question got the lion's share of attention in the recent conversations between Hitler and Admiral Horthy. regent of Hungary. And a news correspondent of reliability offers as the set-up on which the chats were based this situation: Germany and Hungary both have an interest in Czechoslovakian partition. The eastern half of the country was part of Hungary before the war. Any nation concerned with the preservation of Czechoslovakia would need a cler-cut case of aggression in order to intervene, in these delicate days. German aggression would provide France, for instance, with • that psovocation. On the other hand, a little Sudeten disorder, provoking Czech military suppression—which might in turn give Germany cause for invasion as a "protective" measure —might be brought about bv a distracting rumpus on the bordftr of Czechoslovakia and Hungary. In souch a situation Germany would not have been the nrieinal afrgressor. but Hungary—and Hongary lies some 400 miles distant from Franie—beyond Germany. The world may seem a little savage these days, but you pan scarcely charge it with not doing its jugglery in the fielc of human relations in the kid-glove manner. If you can cal' such European relations human. amiiy Doctor ^ w T. M. Rev. V. A I'M, OC 87 DB. MOKKIS FlKflBBBi r.4ltot, JowiuU ot the American Medical Association uri •! the/ Health M«|«J!M. HOPE STAR, HOPE, ARKANSAS Monday, September 12, Mr. Lewis Has His Own Labor Troubles Paul Harrison in Hollywood (This is (lie third of six Interviews which Mr. IlnrHsoii pit nt Krent risk of We nnd limb. He Imsn't been inking hashish; he hns Just been sitting nnd thinking.; <*) icria and tetanus, or against cliph- leria and typhoid—or, indeed, against etanus, diphtheria and typhoid at one me. While these methods are still n an ealy experimental stage, there is vicience that the combined vaccina- on will work effectively, and that is ossible to protect children against everal diseases with a single set of noculations. The germs of lockjaw are widely revalent in soil and in our surround- ngs. When a person has a penetrat- ng wound which has been contaminat- d by earth or by clothing—which is aticularly likely to be the case after xplosions or Fourth of July injuries— noculation against tetanus should be racticed immediately. By Olive Roberts Barton Homework Is Less Strain If Child Has Quiet Place in Which to Concentrate It used to be called 'night-work," but now it is homework, the inference being that the electric light bill need not be increased because there are lessons to do. Johnny can get up an hour earlier, or sit right down when he comes from school and begin where he left off half an hour ago. But regardless of name, the rose' smells just as sweet, or as pungent ns it always Most children do HOLLYWOOD. - Humming "Dixie" and wearing hoopskirts and n mn.sk, tills girl cimie into the office and said, "Ah'm Scnhletl O'Hnra. sub, nn' All wnnl to be interviewed." "I suppose you menn, mndam that you would like to be Scarlet O'Hara. And that this crinoline scenery is n build-up for nn interview with David Selznick, or maybe with n psychiatrist. I'm sorry—" "Uut Ah AM Scnhlett, an' Ah HAVE seen Mistuh Selznick, nn' Ah've got tin; script right hecnh!" She plopped down n copy of the Ixmk nnd then several bound sheaves of manuscript, each ns thick ns nn ordinary movie story. Pnrts 1, 2, 3 and 4 were marked "Revised Final;" Part 5 was labeled "Incomplete." I said, "How much longer is this script going to run?" "Ah don' know" the girl wailed. "Ah'm told thai Mistuh Scbjiick is given' the script writeh anotheh three- yt-nh contract. But All jus' can't learn iiny mo' lines That's why—" "Wait!" 1 said, and looked at her. She had the kind of figure that Scar- lei t was supposed to have. Her hair was nearly black, but there was a burnished hint of red in it. Her eyes, behind the mask, may have been green. "Sn-a-y, is this on the level?" "Jus us true as that Longstreet whop- pod the Yanks at Cliickamauga!" "Why did you com here? . . . what's your name? . . . won't you sit down?" Cosh! Finally It All Conies Out '•Well, suh, Ah came because All got pow'ful tiahctl an' lonesome sittin' in that great big ol' house— "You see, Mistah Sol/nick tol' me Ah'd have to stay out of sight until they were ready to announce he fo' the palit. An' then he decided the studioh bettah go ahaid an' build the sets for Tara, the O'Harn homestead, out on a ranch—a plantation, Ah mean. That way, the mansion would get wcatlielibeaten an' mellow lookin' by the time they wanted to staht the pictuh. "Mistuh Selznick, he said, 'Honey, their homo chore;; in the evening. I never did like night work and still don't approve a lot, BUT— Let us see how it is with schools' these days. Most of them, in spite of building and more building, are crowded. In socc cases, children go only for one session. There is no time in school then for anything but recita- dcnt fans 1 have ever noticed studying by radio, cared a scrap for "soft" music. With intermediate or young children, il helps considerably if they know weare really interesled in their lessons. How many parents keep tab on subjects studied? Too few, I believe. Junior like to know that we are impressed by his fractions and parsing and anxious for his success To have a kindred soul helping out SERIAL STORY PHOTO FINISH BY CHARLES'S. FARMER COPYRIGHT. 1938 NEA SERVICE. INC. Yesterday: When I^ludn returnH after lei-int; Don In the nice for Merle, »he line!* Uncle Snndy him left with the 1'omiiey colt. CHAPTER XIII "pONE?" Linda couldn't be- VJ T lieve her ears. "Yes, ma'am!" Callie spoke with righteous indignation. "You ain't out o' the house good befo' Mr. Sandy calls Norman. They talks, then starts packin" up. Mr. Sandy calls a auto-van, they puts the colt in, they climbs in their- selves. an' drives off." "Where did they go, Callie?" "Mr. Sandy, he don' say noth- In'. But that trifiin' Norman, he makes a face at me as they drives off; he waves his cap an' shouts, 'We's off to the Downs, we is." An" they wuz, too." "It's all right, Callie; I'll be here a while. And if Golden Toy wins the Jockey Club Stakes, I imagine Norman will keep his word—give you that wedding.' "He better, or I skins him alive." Linda untied Jerry, went into her room. Laid away her clothes. In the long, furious drive home she had worn oft much of her sudden loathing of Brown Donald. Now she pitied him—a last- minute version of the gigolo. The "I was shocked to see in thQ newspaper, which our traini*r showed me, aa article telling about your buying the colt, Golden Toy. I was under the impression that I owned half of him. I still believe so. However, since you are posing—in the press —as being the owner, I'd suggest that you own all of him. Or else sell your half to me. "We paid eight hundred for him; there are witnesses to that purchase. Now I want to play fair—I'm not' trying to hold you up. I'll give you four hundred for your share, or you may have my interest for the same sum. "Please let me know, by return mail, your decision. "Sincerely, "BROWN DONALD." * * * T INDA'S lips curved with contempt. The handwriting of Donald, but the inspiration of the woman called Merle. Inspiration? That was putting it mildly. "Mama spanked all right," she said to herself. Of course she had to buy his interest, and good riddance it would be. But what was she going to use for money? It didn't grow on trees in the Blue Grass. "Here's a postal I forget, Miss Linda." Callie gave her the yel- with is a comfort at any time. Most children have a double battle to fight. .They don't want to study very much and it is all the harder if no one cares whether they do or not If they see that weare clearing a place to study, fixing a time thai won't be undercut by tempting diversions, and take their work as seriously as they do, home work takes on a different slant. Away go their conflicts. It isn't so bad. lions. Study simply has to bo done at borne. well, I'm sending in two corking i n other places both sessions have Another scoop for the enterprising Mr. Harrison! He was sitting at his desk having co-fretting ideas, and look at what walked in! She's wearing the mask so nobody'll be able to tell by the dress that she's Scarlett oh. you-know-who. lad wanted to have his cake and ]ow card stamped Louisville, eat it, too. Linda recognized Uncle Sandy's CHE * * * remembered Bruce Rad- Lasting Protection From Lockjaw Is Ensured by Proper Injections Tetanus, or lockjaw, is one of the doses of the preparation in order to insure a reasonable immunity. In the greatest and most persistent menaces of mankind. For may years there have been available methods of inoculation against this disease by the use of the anti?tetanic serum. Recently the value of the method has been so certainly established that the British army has offered voluntary inoculation against tetanus to all regular troops. The methods are, therefore, considered safe enough for general release. The new material for inoculation is made by a method similar to that used for the toxoid that is used against diphtheria. It has been found that the toxin or poison of the tetanus germ can be made non-poisonous by treatment witb formaldehyde. This is used in the toxoids that are produced. Inoculation of anyone with a proper number of injections ot such material will insure a longstanding protection against lockjaw. In general it i$ customary to give at leajrt two British army the immunization against tetanus will include two doses of Ic. c. each of the toxoid, spaced at an interval of six weeks. Unfortunately, we do not have for tetanus, as we have for diphtheria, a reliable test which will prove whether or not the person exposed to the disease will be likely to develop it. i Neither is there any melhod for de- j termining with certainly whether or j not immunity has developed, except i by actual studies of the blood. Such studies are time-consuming and intricate, and are not possible to practice as a routine. Extensive trial on a large scale of the tetanus toxoid seems to have shown that the reactions following the injection are no more severe than those which follow injection with the diphtheria toxoid, In many places experiments are now being made whereby a patient is inoc- £t one iirae.3gains,t both, diph- ^ ford's awkward call, as she was leaving Lenington. She'd thought Bruce was trying to get the inner track again. Now she understood. "Good old Bruce," she murmured. He knew Donald's color; had tried to warn her— "Callie," Linda said at breakfast, "we're going to let 'em stew in their own juices at the Downs for a few weeks." "Yes, ma'am, we is," Callie agreed with enthusiasm. "Let them get the colt in racing shape; then we'll pay a surprise visit. In the meanwhile, you run the house while I ride around, gather material—do my writing Already Linda had the beginnings for her two ordered stories on gentlemen steeplechase riders, on women and racing. She would drive to the big breeding farms some were owned by women—talk with old trainers, jot down anecdotes— Three days later the storm broke. A letter from Berwyn; Linda sniffed the paper. Ugh! Perfumed! He might have gotten paper of his own. It read: "Dear Linda: scribbled writing. So, he was getting in touch at last. "Fifty-fifty he wants something," she murmured, turning the card over. It read: "Dear Linda, the colt is shaping up right nice. You know he was in training when we bought him. I breezed him five furlongs this a. m. He did it handily in 1:01— "Of course, keeping that speed for a mile is something else, but we think we got a right nice colt and I'd thank you to send me $100 right away as feed is mighty high. Your uncle, "ALEXANDER GORDON." He'd have to have money; maybe not all of the one hundred instantly, but eventually. "M'girl," she spoke to herself, "you've got to dig five hundred, pronto." * * * CHE jumped to her feet, went 43 to the phone, put in a long distance call to Mr. Moss in New York. In three minutes' time she heard his booming voice: "Yes, yes— what is it?" "It's five hundred dollars, Mr. Moss." Those were her first words. "What?" "Sorry, but I must have the money. If my face isn't good, good yarns next week—" "Here, here! We don't make a practice of advances; but"—she heard a chuckle over the wire— "you need it for feed for that oat- burner you bought, don't you?" "Oat-burner? He's going to be a stake horse—" "All right! Stake horse, then. No, I won't give you an advance; but—" he paused for an instant; Linda's heart raced quickly as she waited—for ages it seemed. Now he was speaking again—in warm, human tones: "Here's a little surprise: while we don't give advances, your Man .o' War story was so KOCK! that we're paying n Hal five hn'.>lred for it-~but you go on salary with the others. Fair enough?" "Oh!" tt".e exclamation of relief welled up, went over the wires to New York. Linda heard another chuckle: he was playing God to his own satisfaction. She caught herself. Said quickly: "It is fair enough, Mr. Moss, if"—sho hesitated—"if I get n $25 raise over what you offered me." "Whoa, there! You sound like a mule-trader!" "You want my mules, don't you? 1 ' "A' those yarns in—and they better be good." "One last request," she asked him to transfer the five hundred by telegraph to the bank in Lexington. The night train from the racing city carried a cashier's check for $400 to Brown Donald, Esq., care of a woman named Merle. "Callie, the fall race meet has started at the Downs," Linda said at breakfast the next morning. "Would you like to go to Louisville with me?" "Would I? Yes, ma'am! An' if I sees that trifiin' Norman—" she grinned, left the sentence unfinished. "Then pack up; we'll close the house. We'll take a cottage behind the track." At late twilight their car stopped in front of a tackroom on Poverty Row at the Downs: where the one and two-horse stables are housed. "Uncle Sandy!" j Linda called. Norman's woolly head looked out. "Howdy, Miss Linda," then he saw Callie. Went into action. "I—I got business—" He scurried out, disappeared behind a manure pile. Callie shouted: "You trifiin' stable-ban'!" Then Uncle Sandy came to tlsi door. " 'Lo, Linda," he said Casually. "You're just in time. I expect Smiling Tom Cartright—and here he comes." (To Be Continued) been shortened by popular vote, the idea being that five hours a day are enough for a child to sit without exercise. The theory is right at that; moreover it is also true that after long periods of concentration the mind loses its edge until refreshed and rested. A.S grade work hasto be covered in a given time, the teacher has no other way to extend the day's work to the home. Even with full time spent in school, it is often necessary. I do know this—that teachers arc giving less outside work than they used to. But, naturally theamount increases from grade to grade as capacity for work increases. This being the case, it would be easier for our children if we arranged a quiet place for them to study. The radio should be turned off completely. David or Martha may say they can do better work with it on, or even that they can't work at all with it off, but turn it off anyway. There can be no real concentration with an accompaniment. Soft music has been known to help thought, but not one of the slu- Ah want you-all to live out thonh an' get into the mood. " 'Ah'll have ounh prop depahtment transplant some cotton fields out liteah, an Ah'll call Central Castin' an' hiiih you-all a Mammy Jincy. Ouah research depahtment will send out some Civil Wall history books, an' Mistuh Cukor will send a dialog coach, nn' MJsutli Howahd will send you-all the script. You practice yo' south'n accent, honey, an' leahn yo' lines, an' maybe in a few ycalis you'l really BE Schalett.' " She accepted a cigarct. I said "It's awfully war min here. Don't you wantto take off your mask?" She shook her heead. "No, an' Ah won't tell you who All am. Mistuh Selznick is goin' to be pow'ful mad as it is. Gofli Aitain! Still More Conies Out "Why Ah came in from the plantation," she went on, "is because All think Ah deserve some publicity. Month afteh month, readin' the pa- pohs, Ah'd see all those stories about Scarlett O'Hopgins an' 'Scarlett O'Hep- btirn an' Scarlett O'Shearer, an' all the rest. Co'se 1 knew they didn't mean anything, but it hurt man pride. "Then Ah began to worry about maybe they wouldn't even make the pictuh an' Ah wouldn't get any publicity at all. Mammy Jincy, she hcnhcl (he field hands talkin' about bow it might all be called off because Mistuh Selznick bad spent almost i dollars fo' wind machines—an' then discovehed that tbeah isn't any wind in 'Gone With tilt- Wind'!" "How were you chosen for the part of Scarlett?" "Well, thai was rce-ally lucky. You see, All neveb was tin actress al all. Ab was n strnograplieh. an' Ah went c.ut to the Sulznick studio one day look in' fo' it jof (if lypewritin'. Ab was low in mail mind, but Ah must havu been lookin' migbty peart because they seemed to think All was somebody else, an" kept shovin' me along from oneoffice to anotlieb befo' Ab could tell 'em anything. "Pretty son Ah went into a big office, an' a tiahd-loukin' woman told ing to see you. She's real pretty, too. "Then Ab beard a man groan an' be kind of mumbled to himself 'Ten thousand! The ten thousandth Scarlett—' "An' then, all of a sudden, he yelled s oloud 1 jumped. 'Hire her!' be hollered. 'FOR GOD'S SAKE, HIRE HER AND LET'S GET THIS OVER WITH!' " A Book a Day By Bruce Cation She Found Her Own Solution me to sit down, an' she wont to a door an' Ah heard her say, 'Mister Selxnick, I thought you'd like ot know thut the ten-thousandth Scarlett O'Hara is wait- FLAPPER FANNY COPR. 1S38 By NEA SERVICE. INC. T. M BEG. U S PAT. OFF.- By Sylvia Ten exceedingly active years in thel public life of St. Louis, as colegc lec-l hirer, social worker, club leader, and! citi/.cn, put Fannie Cook in the frontl ranks of those women who have man-l aged somehow to combine bome-mak-| ing and motherhood with a career. So Mrs. Cook holds some very defi-l nite ideas about the realities of playing];;'. this dual role, and she sems lo have L-onveyed them well in a capable first novel, "The Hill Grows Steeper" (G. P. Putnam's Sons: $2.50). The hill had been growing steeper for Harriet Andrews almost as long us Harriet could remember. It began with an overbearing father and a weak mother, sothat at the first taste of independence Harriet was fogged for a moment, almost lost herhelf in marriage to Rae Elreater. But something stopped her. On the eve of her wedding she packed her bags, walked out i;n the bridegroom, started life anew in tt'li city. Afterword, Harriet thought she knew what she had wanted—it was life, a career, equality with men, thej ability to stand on her own feet. And she won just that. She became o leader with an office in the nation's cap- ilnl. And then she met suave Paul Kramer and the old question blazed nftiin with full intensity—career or marriage, job or home and motherhood. Harriet answered it, but how would be telling the story. Women who must face Harriet'.' choice would do well to read this penetrating novel.—I 3 . G. F. Banks spend ?:i,900,000 annually for armored cars to move their funds The eighteenth amendment cost SI cents a year per capita for enforcement. 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