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PAGE f tf 0 HOPE STAR, HOPE, ARKANSAS Tuesday, September 13, 1988 Star Star ot Hope 1839; Press, 1937. Cunaohaated January 18,19». Deliver Thy Herald From False Report! Published ev**J> weekday afternoon by Sts* Publishing Co., tag. C. & Palmer & Alex, a Wwfcburn). at The Star building. 212-214 South JTainut ftreet, Hope, Arkansas C 8. PAJUMKB, President ALEX, tt WASHBURN, Editor and Publisher (AP) —Means Associated Press (NSA)—Means Newspaper Enterprise Ass'n. Hate (Always Payable in Advance): By city carrier, per ireek 15o? per month 6Sc; one year $6.50. By mall, in Hempstead. Nevada, Howard, Miller and LaFayette counties, $3.50 per year; else-Where $6.50. Member of The Associated Press: The Associated Press is exclusively tntitfed to the use for republication of all news dispatches credited to it or sot otherwise" credited in this paper and also the local news publiS'hcd herein. "Are You Interested in a Quick Pickup?" Charges on Tributes, Etc.: 'Charges will be made for all tributes, cards af thanks, resolutions, or memorials, .concerning the departed. Commercial aewspapers WM W this policy in the 'news columns to protect their readers Van t deluge of apace-taking memorials. The Star disclaims responsibility i (or the safe-keeping or return of any unsolicited manuscript*- ; War Clouds Disclose A Touch of Silver "THERE is one curious by-product of the current war scare 1 which—years hence, when the scare has died down—will be recognized as something pretty valuable. That is the tremendous impetus which the scare has given the development of aviation. A world which looks forward to war sees the airplane principally as a weapon. So. as with all other weapons, it strives frantically to improve it. As a weapon, the airplane has most dreadful possibilities. If nothing comes of this vast activity except increased possibilities for destruction, the world is in a bad case indeed. But in the long run the airplane is only secondarily a weapon. It is the fastest means of transportation mankind has yet devised, over the years its usefulness should far out- \veigh its destructiveness. And because of the present war- scare, progress in airplane design and constrcction is going forward these days very much faster than would otherwise be possible. * * * W E sometimes forget how completely our modern world is built around the idea of fast transportation and speedy communications. The world economy of today may be a disjointed and chaotic thing, but it works to the extent that it does work only beiause it is served by a network of rapid carriers. In America, for instance, upwards of 300.000,000 letters are.carried annually by air. Some 2,600,000 people travel by air each year. More than 10,000 planes are kept busy on commercial jobs, carrying mail, people, and express across the country. If the railroad and the automobile played a major role in welding our country into a unit, the airplane is beginning to occupy an equally important place. * * * A LL of this means solidarity, community of interest, under/\ standing. It also means wider markets, a greater chance for commercial and industrial expansion, a freer and farther flow of trade. And so, ultimately, these very trying days which we are living through now will give us an extremely useful by-product. It may be perfectly true that what we get will hardly be worth the danger that is afflicting world civilization. But it is nt least comforting to reflect that out of today's nervous, anxious confusion there will come something, at least, that will be of permanent value to the race'. ffl PRODUCTION OF 1939 MODELS A Book a Day By Bruc* Cfttten An •ndlmi Wnr Is Illuminated*-It Wns n Little \Vnr of Biff Significance By Olive Roberts Barton Cat in a Strange Alley Is No More Uncomfortable Than a Newcomer to Class It is one thing for a boy or girl to start in at a strange school at the beginning of a term, but another for them to enter after the class is all set to go. Because youngsters amalga- find more and more possibility of giving women relief from pain and still permitting a safe childbirth. male and consider themselves a closed unit when they have bean together for awhile. Nothing puts a child at such a disadvantage as being thrust into the tolid phalanx of a class in the middle of a term. And it sometimes happens that he feels just as lost, when en- school and the community a lot. some bcing more accustomed to .strangers than others. Teavhers usually make a groat effort to welcome the- arrival and make* him feel at home. They realize that lie won't do his best work at first, in the process of adjustment. They know he is trying to adapt himself to the personalities of his .schoolmates, and attempting to win a place for himself with them. All this is as important to a child, more indeed, than success with his studies. The Bannock Indian wnr of 1878 was not particularly impressive as wars go. Less than 100 red men were killed, and only 4(1 soldiers and citizens. The cost of the outbreak was slightly more than 8500,000 to the government, but the result was one of the most signifcanl in all of American history. For after the final shot had been fired in this war which raged across the deserts of Oregon, Idaho, and southern Washington the Indian put up his weapons virtually for the last time. He accepted arbitration and the reservations set aside for him, and the advance of the white man which had begun when the first European set foot on American soil continued uninterrupted to the coast. George F. Brimlow tells the absorbing story of this struggle in "The Bannock Indian War of 1878" (Caxton Printers: $2.50). To read it is to loam of a major chapter that too many of the popular histories have glassed over. Mr. Drimlow first became interested in the northwest Indian campaigns while a student at the University of Oregon. His interest led him finally to the musty files of the War and Interior departments in Washington, and the Presidio of San Francisco. The result is a fully documental story which, if it seems a bit overburdened vvitli quotations at spots, never ceases to be interesting. The author lays his groundwork for his story with scholarship, in a study of the Indian problem in the northwest from 18.17 to the Bannock war. He concludes that the war was due to a combination of factors, chief of which was tin.- steady encroachment of the white man and a lax government policy toward the Indian. Mr. Brimlnw's hook should find its place on any good shelf of Americana.-P. G. F. 1 will say this, that children do not realize- that their boycotts hurt as much as they do. When this is the case, mother, I believe 1 would bide my time. I wouldn't .see red when Johnny or Betty comes home weeping or saying they won't ever HO back to that horrible school i again. You might go to see the teacher, but whatever she says and docs, do keep your temper. After a while the very people you think are so impossible may turn out to be your best friends, and your child's. Then yon will wonder why in the world you ! ever thought such dire things. Your children will be absorbed into the new school life. In time they Now I come to the class. It some-1 times happens that a ringleader decides to be unfriendly to the new boy or girl. Usually it is a boy who is the rolled as » newcomer right at the be- victim, although girls can be quite as | | ginning of a term. It.depends on the cruel in their own way as boys. But "—In Your Own Words" "FOREIGN office spokesmen" and statesmen who speak •i , under their own names must frequently feel like teachers askine- of their class, "Now what do you get out of this passage?" ' . . The notion'is suggested bv the responses to the recent talk by Sir John Simon, Britain's chancellor of the exchequer, on the situation in Eurone. Sir John observed in effect that the "Case of Czechoslovakia" needed to be handled with care, and txpressed the fear that anv local quarrel that might arise out of tit mieht get out of hand. He referred in passing to the existence of un-named countries with "a system of government very different from .ours," and deplored the attitude that friendship with them .was impossible. The extreme ends of the Rome-Berlin axis failed to respond in unison. Two headlines in one American newspaper the next day ran: "Germans Belittle Simon's Address," and "Rome Comforted by Simmon Speech." Spokesmen of the Reich were described as disappointed and upset. Spokesmen in Rome felt gratified at what they interpreted as a friendly and conciliatory gesture toward Germany. Of course, there are two sides to the thing. Audiences at statesmen's speeches probably feel on occasion like students who have been asked bv the teacher to interpret passages which the author seemed to have written out of both sides of his mouth. * SERIAL STORY PHOTO FINISH BYCHARLESB.PA\tU A £R COPYRIGHT. 193S NEA SERVICE. INC. A T, M. Reg. U. a Pat Off. By DK. MORKI5 Utter, tamial of OH American Medical AssocUUoa. awl •! Hyfeta, the Yesterday! Linda buj-n full in- tfrrst in llu* I'umiiey oult iintl tlifli f^oe* lo llu? UtnviiK l» *»•*• Her uiurle ]iut the Iturse lulu :ir- . tllin. He U'll.N her *hc IN jll.st ill Iluu- In sci- 'J'oin L'urttvrlght, CHAPTER XIV TUBBY little fellow of middling years came around the corner. Smiling Tom Cartwright. A good jockey in youth, he was now one of America's shrewd trainers; campaigning a stable for a millionaire who insisted on having stake winners in his barn. He had won two Derbies f«r his owner; now he was planning half a year ahead, to win a 'ihi\d. "Evening, folks," hfc said, stopping at the tack roosii £oor. "This the young owner?" Ke touched a broad-brimmed hai. "Glad to know you, Miss. I've got news. Talkin' cash tonight—" "What's this?" Linda looked from Smiling Sandy. Tom to Uncle "Ideal" Method of Relieving Pain of Childbirth Still in the future Until 91 years ago serious consid- tiaiion had never been given to the pc.~i-ibi.lity of relieving women from the pain associated with childbirth. Then an eminent British physician, Dr. James Young Simpson, thought that he would make a trial of ether as the means of putting women to sleep during their travail. The first test with childbirth was done on January 19, 1847. The obstetrician, or the specialist in childbirth, knows that it is possible to anesthetize a woman so much that the muscular action of her body will stop Should this occur, of course the progress of tb* childbirth will not go on. For that reason all attempts are directed toward finding drugs, and methods of using them, that will product oblivion to pain and yet at the same time permit the necessary muscular action to hasten the childbirth. Not only have ther, chloroform, and nitrous oxide oxygen been .used for this purpose, but indeed every drug that has been developed with a view to lessening pain or producing complete oblivion has been tried from time to time in various ways for this purpose. Time and again during the past 90 years it has been announced that some one method or another is the ideal, "Torn, here, is tryin' to take a option on Golden Toy," Sandy Gordon explained. "He knows a colt that wins the Jockey Club Stakes in the fall is a sure Derby winner no.t spring—" "So di> others." Linda was al business. "Uncle doesn't Iznow it —I just got here a moment ago— but I have a flat offer of sixteen thousand, and a filly thrown in to boot, for Golden Toy. If he wins. Can you top that? If not, no use tallsir*." K was a lie, a monstrous lie. No, Linda told herself, it was just horse-trading. Greek meeting Greek. Smiling Tom lifted his hat, rubbed his bald pate, looked at Sandy Gordon. "And I thought I was a horse-trader, Sandy." He shook his head, but still smiled. "Mr. Cartwright doesn't want to trade; I'll drive into town, give an option, Uncle—" With swift steps she reached her car. Jumped in. "See you tonight, Uncle Sandy." She threw on the self- starter, stepped on the gas, started but it is safe to say that even yet the ideal method has not been found. This is simply because none of the drugs thus far used can be said to be completely efficient for the purpose in the ways that have been mentioned. The .so-called twilight sleep, for example, which was widely exploited in this country some years ago, involved the use of drugs like scopolamine which tend to destroy memory for recent events, a certain amount of morphine which produces oblivion to pain, ] and associated with the morphine the I inhalation of nitrous oxide oxygen. j Later the development of ethylene j brought about the use of this gas for ! purposes of eliminating pain, and still i more recently, a wide variety of new drugs has been employed by injection directly into the blood, or by other methods to bring about oblivion to pain. The important fact is for women to realize that medical science is doing its nPEN minutes later Smiling Tom utmost to give them aid in this seri- j •*• waddled off, en option in his pocket, calling for the purchase of the colt fcr $17,500—if he won the .ypewriter keys were clacking when someone knocked on the door. Who was that? If it was i garrulous neighbor— "Bruce!" she exclaimed, as she threw the door back. "How'd you find me?" "I see Mr. Sandy every day or 10. Here—take a look." He gave her a manila envelope. "Open— read." She glanced from the envelope to Bruce. This was a different Bruce, a more determined Bruce than she had ever known. 'All right—sit down." She opened the envelope. Drew out galley-proofs of a short story. Bruce said: "Sold that last month —wanted to surprise you, so didn't mention it." Linda's eyes swept through the lines. She looked up. "You rascal! You've put Uncle Sandy in this; he's the whole show!" Bruce grinned. "No, just a composite of the Uncle Sandys in the Blue Grass. About time for a new character in light fiction like Ephraim Tutt, or Tugboat Annie, or old Judge Priest—only different." He sobered. "They want more. He got up, took the proofs from her. "Got to go—correct these tonight. Map out another one. Be seeing you." He smiled—and was out the door without another word. Linda stood still a moment. Heard his footsteps die out. A catch came in her throat— She shook her head. "None o' that, m'girl," she told herself grimly; sat down at the typewriter again, began pounding the keys. * * * T^OUR days later Uncle Sandy asked, "Read the entries this morning?" No, she hadn't. She, too, was the call to the post. Thft jockey grasped the reins with one i\aiu» t lis saddle with the other. "Up you go!" Uncle Sandy threw him up. The horses paraded out. Linda, her nerves a-jangle, went with Uncle Sandy into the infield, to watch the race closely. "If there ain't no post delay—" the trainer muttered. Then— "They're off!" * * * rpHE shout went up from the stands as the field shot out from the starting-gate. "Durn if he didn't get out in front," Uncle Sandy said, as a great golden ;mi- mal, ridden by a jockey in scarlet and purple, streaked nhead of the pack. "He's opened daylight—yes, sir, we got a right good colt," Uncle Snncly spoke judicially. "Now they comin" to the turn— he's opening up more daylight— themselves will be staring at new arrivals and wondering how to take them. It is a trying time for them and for you, but be patient. If things go too far an dthere is real persecution, then 1 you arc right to investigate. But I predict that time will do your work. And after all, it is healthful experience for any youngster to have to make a FLAPPER FANNY COCA. 1»J« 6T RCA StOVICE. INC. T. M. AtC. U. 6. PAt. "It's from Peg—says she's studying hard because tier major is French." "Why doesn't she make him talk English?" Paul Harrison in Shorty, the Chimp, Wants a Role He Can Sink His Teeth Into—He's Certain, He Confides, He Has Big Things in Him (This is the fourth of six Interviews which Mr. Harrison got ill great risk to life and Ilinli. lie hasn't been taking hashish; lie lias Just licen sitting and thinking.) HOLLYWOOD. Shortv Hae.scler new pa iath for himself. "Whoa, there!" shouted excitedly. the His trainer trained "Heh!" Smiling Tom ran after her. She stopped. "Yes?" "Wait a minute, Miss." Cartwright put a foot on the running- board. "Now, it you'll listen to reason—" * * * UK process. Much experimentation that is going _ _ = _ = on in the chemical Ta'borutoriesT in'the I Jockey Club Stakes. No purchase wards of hosptals, in the delivery rooms, and in the pharmacologic laboratories of the universities is being directed toward the end. Unquestionably the near future will if he was beaten a whisker, even Linda had not two, but five hundred dollars option money. By 8 o'clock Callie hr,d a furnished cottage in ordw; Linda's eyes saw it first. Now Lincln saw .—and her heart seemed to stop. Golden Toy was running wide, coming into the stretch—running to the outside fence—i'tarder was fighting him— "Oh, shucks!" Uncle Sni.^y exclaimed. "Come on—race is over for us." But it wasn't—quite. The colt lost a hv.lf dozen lengths on the run-ouV. *>'it Marder, speeding him along fev tow-path the There's an amusement park employe in DCS Moines who has been working un a merry-go-round for more than 20 yc-jrs. He's getting to feel like an international arbitrator at Geneva. Comes news of a globe-trotter whose only baggage is an umprella. He states that California is the ideal place for him, and plans to settle there. (Florida papers please copy). A concert violinist announces she will retire to work in an office. She can keep up with her music at home, but she'd better not do any fiddling while the boss is around. Plans for making a moving picture in the sU-atosphere huve been an- r.ounced. The air, of course, will be pretty rarefied up there-, but the plot will probably be of the regulation thinness. Insanity now being treated in Pingliind by the application of a malarial mosquito. That's a handy thing to have around when the grden variety drives you cracy. The Vatican at Rome is the largest residence in the world. It contains several thousand rooms. swung down from the chair where he had been pecking at the script girl's typewriter and shook hands cordially. "Eek-oek!" he .said. "That's supposed to Ix? ape-talk for 'How've you been?' or 'Gimme a cigaret' or 'Don't get tough with mo. big boy,' or anything. "The only lines I ever got in a script are this 'eek-eck' stuff. Or, if it's a jungle picture where 1 warn the hero that his girl friend has a dinner date with the cannibals, maybe I get to say 'Ugh.' Whatta business!" "You don't sound very happy about being the top chimpanzee on the screen." Shorty shrugged. And Shorly can shrug all over. "What I don't like," he said, "is being typed. Just a supporting comedian—a funny, dumb guy with a heart of gold and no romantic appeal, like Jack G'ikie. And all this silly 'eek-eeking,' trying to eke out a laugh. I'm no better off than pool- Hugh Herbert, stuck for life with that 'woo-woo 1 line. "And look at the way I'm imitated. Mischa Auer got his real start in the movies by doing an anthropoid imitation. But do I get a chance to imitate Auer, or Douglas Fairbanks, Jr., or Dick Powell? 1 do not!" Shorty climbed back on the chair, yawned resignedly, and began to poke at the typewriter again. I asked: "Then what would you like to do?" He Has Plenty of Answers For That One "Well," said Shorty, "I could play heavies. Imagine me in 'The Murders in the Rue Morgue.' Or dramatic character parts. They could write me a swell picture based on the Darrow- Bryan 'monkey trial' in Tennessee. And in straight horror pictures I could make Boris Karloff look like Freddie Bartholomew. "With so much monkey business going on all over Hollywood, 1 shouldn't have been just an actor. Lots of people have said that I'm smart enough to l>e a producer. And I certainly could be a talent scout, or a press agent, or maybe a scenarist. "I'm working on a screen story right here, between scenes of 'Zaza.' It's called 'Her Jungle Sweetheart' and it's about a couple of guys that get forced down in an airplane in a Central American wilderness full of white savages who worship a beautiful queen, who is Dorothy Lamour. She tumbles for one of the strangers and is willing to risk her own life to help them escape. One night—" "Pardon me," interrupted your correspondent, "hut that yarn sounds kind of familiar." "And isn't every story familiar?" asked Shorty sarcastically. "Or don't you know anything at all about the movie racket? Writers ape other writers; producers ape other producers by hurrying to make junngle films, or aviation films, or whatever." The Boy's A Veritable Idea Factory "Paramount already has made this Ltory of mine three times," he continued. "But 1 got an original twist for the escape climax: These two flyers are movie men, sec'.' While they're prisoners of the while savages they set up a projection imieli and put in a regular bill. "They list 'Rosalie' as their big feature, and Dietrich's 'Angel' as the added attraction. Then they have a travelog, a cartoon, a two-reel Technicolor short, a newsreel, Bank Night, Bingo, Tango, Socko, and a raffle of throe .sets of dishes. Before it's over all the natives and the guards are asleep, so these guys wake up the queen and they all three walk out and fly away." "Terrific! Sensational!" I murmured. "By the way, what's all the talk about you being temperamental, and is- agreeable on the sets, and maybe too old a chimp to act any more?" "Yeah, there are some that say I'm about washed up, and I'm always hearing warnings about chimps—especially Ditto, my stand-in—who are ready to step into my place when 1 get too up- I'ily- "It all started while we were making 'I'd give a Million,' and I bit Marjorie Weaver's toe. It was a big toe, with the nail painted bright red, and it was sticking out of one of those open sandals, and I was sitting at her feet, just relaxing. She was talking to somebody about how the greatest talent often goes unrecognised. She said lo take me, for instance; that here I was, drawing a big salary and paying income tax, and all the while much more talented chimpanzees are caged up in -/.oos working for peanuts. "That's when 1 bit her." busy writing. The old horseman sniffed. "And you the owner! Golden Toy—I dropped him into a condition race this afternoon. Six furlongs." "Why—why didn't you tell me you were going to? I thought you had decided to hold him back for the Stakes?" "He needs educatin'; you be 3n the paddock at 4 o'clock." And at 4 o'clock Norman led the blanketed colt into the enclosure. The saddle bell rang; valets trooped in with their jockeys' tack. Norman brought the colt up; Uncle Sandy skillfully saddled him. Then jockeys—the sun flashing on their silks—came down the tanbark path. Swt the trainer: "I got Marder ridin*—best boy there be for handlin' a green 2-year-old." Marder, who had ridden a thousand horses to victory, nodded; said nothing. Chewed gum as if uncon,c,<#-n,ed. The l?u£le sounded outer rail, managed to fic?*tti third. The disappointed ouwd—Gold- en Toy had been heavily played —hissed and booed as Marder rode back to weigh out. Uncle Sandy took Linda's arm. "Don't worry, honey—the crowd's alwavs a fool," he said. Marder slid from the colt, jerked the saddle off, weighed out, then came to Uncle Sandy as a disgruntled Norman blanketed the colt and led him away. "What happened, son?" Uncle Sandy asked. Marder took a deep breath. Said: "Awful sorry, boss—but I couldn't help it. We was three- quarters around the turn—I was holding him steady, then, like a flash o' lightnin,' he shot to the rail." Uncle Sandy nodded. Repeated the track's oldest phrase, "Better luck next time." Then, "I want you for the Stakes, son. We'll break him of that." The trainer started back to the stable, to cool out the colt. Linda went through the gate onto the clubhouse lawn. And almost ran into Monte Hill's arms. "Linda! I just shipped in from. New York! Been looking for you; then I saw the Toy entered. Knew I'd find you at the finish. Come on—I've got something important to tell you." (To Coaclud*dA "A bu-so jiist s.craj>c'J ::*.y tender a»d> boy, did J tell Use A Hope Star Want Ad .\ Just a Few of the Thrif * ty Women who Shop the Grocery Ad* in The Star Every Thursday AND SAVE! Don't Forget the Groc* ery Ads Appear Every Thursday

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