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*5il»J«si&W^ t>AOfe TWO HOPE Sf Aft, ttOPte, ARKANSAS Wecines/lay, September 14,1938 Star Star of Hope 1)39; Press, 1927. ifeosolidafed January 18, 1921. L -_li-- r -_ • - - • • •- ,_TJ. ----- —n rrnriiTi- laTTirJ"' *".- -- "" ; " """ " ""-"" 0 Justice, Deliver Thy Herald From False Report! Published VMS? wwk-day afternoon hy Star Publishing Co., Inc. (C. E. Palmer & Alex. H. WMbbura), *t The Star building, 212-ZM South JTtlnut street, Hope, ArkangM. ^^^ C. E. PALMER, President ALEX. BL WASHBURN, Editor and Publisher (AP) —Means Associated Press (NEA)—Means Newspaper Enterprise Ass'n. Kale (Always Payable In Advance): By city carrier, per w««k ISoj per month 6Sc; one year $6.50. By mail, in Hempstead, Nevada, Howard, Mffler and LaFayette counties, $3.50 per year; elsewhere $6.50. Member of The Associated Press: The Associated Press is exclusively entitled to the use for republication of all news dispatches credited to It or sot otherwise credited in this paper and also the local news published herein. The Railroad System Charges on 'Erlbutes, Etc.: Charges will be made for all tributes, cards at jhnnlri, resolutions, or memorials, ..-oncernlng the departed. Commercial newspapers hold to this policy in the hews columns to protect their readers Vom a deluge of space-taking memorial*. The Star disclaims responsibility for the safe-keeping or return of any unsolicited manuscript*- ' One of Your Rights Is to Maintain Your Balance •THE old camp-meeting hymn which exhorts all present to •It count their many blessings, naming them over carefully j one oy one, might not be a bad theme song for the people of I the United States these days. Counting your blessings may give you a touch of sinful pride, but it also helps you to realize how valuable some of the blessings^eally are; and that in turn makes it much less likely that you will submit meekly if and when somebody comes along and tries to take them away from you. And the blessing that might be examined most closely just now is that familiar, mudrtalked-of, taken-for-granted I thing—a free press. You can appreciate it best by having a look at the sort of thing that happens where a free press does not exist. • * * •* A CURRENT dispatch from Berlin to the New York Herald/\ Tribune begins like this: "The Nazi press attained new heights today in its choice of violent language to condemn the Checks for "arrogant, terroristic acts' in Sudeten territory. Streamer headlines in 'Der Angriff/ organ of Propaganda Minister Paul Joseph Goebbels, read: 'Sudetenland in Greatest Distress—Violent Terror of Czech Bands—Unleashed Mods Raging Through Deutsches Land'." Picture to yourself, now, the way you would feel, as an ardent and pationtic German for a week or so. You would be straining at the leash, probably. Before long you would be in a frame of mind to support any warlike action your government might choose to indulge in, and in the end you would probably hail war itself as a noble act of liberation and a blow against a shameful tyranny. Behind the scenes, of course, the wire-pullers who want the whole German nation to feel precisely that way. The Nazi press campaign is simply a means of making sure that Hitler will have solid support for any belligerent course he may take. And since no one can present the other side of the question— since no paper in all Germany can hint that these reports from LOOK! Cechoslovakia are overdrawn• to succeed. -the press campaign is bound LISTEN! Paul Harrison in Hollywood And that means that the German people have been placed at the mercy of their own emotions. They can be played upon by their own government, and they have no defense—because every avenue through which their emotions can be reached, every inlet for news and propaganda, is in the hands of the government. * + •* •flT IS that sort of thing which a free press prevents. Propa- -.1 ganda does exist, of course, even where the press is free, and false reports do circulate; but there is always a counterweight on the other side. The citizen has a chance to use his own judgment. What is happening in Germany right now is perhaps the most powerful of all possible arguments for a free, uncontrolled press. Unearthly Realm TIBET, possibly the remotest and least real land on the face 1 of the earth for most citizens of this hemisphere, turns up in the news again. The Jaltsab, virtual ruler of that land, has died. Those westerners who have conceived any definite notion about Tibet have probably formed it largely from stories concerning the search for a successor to the late Dalai Lama, or from James Hilton's "Lost Horizon." Tibet, it would seem, is a land populated almost exclusively by monks who spend their lives contemplating the infinite from the tops of mountains. From time to time they take a sock at a brass gong, and now and then they go in for training pigeons to fly with bells attached to their legs. The few laymen in the country are a simple, contented lot who sit around and wait for the Dalai Lama's reincarnation. But the picture changes as news of the Jaltsab's death arrives. It seems there's a terrible squabble going on for domination of the country. The landed gentry, the young Tibetan Party, the heads of three monasteries, and the army bunch are brawling like opposing factions in a precinct committee. "Fled is that music:—Do I wake or sleep?" ly concerned with the ability of the blood to carry oxygen. This eel substance is called hemoglobin. The presence of a large amount of hemoglobin in the blood gives it a crd color. When a person is deficient in hemoglobin, he is said to be anemic. The hemoglobin is carried by the red blood cells. One-half of the volume of the blood is made up of these red blood cells. The other half is fluid matter. The red blood cells are very small in size. Indeed they are so tiny that the individual red blood cells in a drop of blood the size of a pinhead would be more than 5,000,000 in number. If a battery is fully charged there is no danger of its frezing. By Olive Roberts Barton (This Is (lie fifth of six Interviews which Mr. Harrison got n( great risk (o life nml llmli. lie hasn't been Inking Imshlsh; he hns just hecn siding and thinking.) HOLLYWOOD.—An interview with tho screen's lending baby: Q.~-Your name is Paul Clnrk, Jr., a 1:0 9 months? And isn't that Marie Wilson's lap you're sitting on? A.—Yes, we've been good friends cilice we each got our big break in "Hoy Meets Girl." Shu's aiding my career u great deal now by coaching mi- in dining. Sny something to the nice iniin, Mnrio. Keply In Miss Wilson: Oo-o-o-o!— wuzzums nic'Ums mans? A.—You seo how she talks; helps keep me in uhnrnctrr. Of course I don't think I'm really any more childish than lots cifother people in this business. No wonder it's called "the infant industry!" Q. Surely you don't mean there arc ton many children. A.—No, 1 mciin "childish" as adults use the term. Did you ever see a movie c|Ueen, ill a wardrobe fitting, rip :i dress to .shreds because it didn't hnve :i certain kind of doo-dad on it? Did you ever hear u grout lover bawl out a scared waitress for not serving him nheud a ivth'g ahead of a couple of minor players who came in first? Did you— Q.—Pardon me, Mr. Clnrk—are you interviewing me? Hi.n't Interrupt! He's Got to (let It Said A.--Never mind; I'm telling you. Did von over see a big executive take a ittle executive's dolls awy from him and break up his nice, shiny romances? Interruption by Miss Wilson: Naughty- naughty, baddy-waddy! A.—And tattle-tales! Imagine a big lummox like You-Know-Who running to the boss and hollering. "1 won't play with thai girl! She bites!" And movie people brag just as extra vagantly as children are supposed to. One man says, "I bet I'm gonta make the biggest, grandest picture thut ever was!" Another man says no, he's gonta make a bigger one, on account of his bankers will let him do anything he wants to. So the first one says HSS bankers pro'bly will give him an allowance of two million dollars to spend, and Fundamental Subjects Most Important in Education. I tried to explain to Mr. Miller that it would not be altogether possible for his son to skip arithmetic and give more time to music. Mr. Miller plays in an orchestra and he intends to give William a musical education. So I was not surprised, as you may be, to hear that a father instead of a mother made the comment that the public school should concentrate more on the arts and less on the "R's." I was interested to hear however, that he thought it would be an easy matter for eae.h child to select his group of .studies, just as the students in high school are permitted to do. What a chaos that would be, and how expensive. As it is. selective subjects in advanced school have increased tile cost of education considerably. In the old days, even with only one SERIAL STORY PHOTO FINISH BY CHARLES B. FARMER. COPYRIGHT. 1J3B NEA SERVICE. INC. nr two high schools in large cities, courses were arbitrarily laid out There was .some alllowance made foi those who wished commercial work instead of academic preparation, and sometimes there was latitude in one direction. A boy could take Greek instead of Latin, perhaps, or logic instead of chemistry. But that jus' about ended it. There were, of course,,no vocationa high schools. One of the hottest debates I ever put up with was a higl school principal who insisted that a smattering of mechanics and a dab of domestic science was the height of vocational training. And I insisted with equal fervor that the time would come when high schools would either have to put up or shut up, unless they built some of their schools with the The haby isn't about to cry. He's Paul Clark, Jr., of the "Boy Meets Girl" cast, and that look on his face comes from thinking- about some of the older babies in the movies. Marie Wilson is seen here In a supporting role. CHAPTER XV were sitting at a table in •*•' the clubhouse when Monte Hill exploded his bombshell. "Linda, want to pick up $10,000?" He asked the question casually, but she saw a tense look in his eyes. She was silent for a long while. Just looked at him. "Monte— what's the game?" she asked, at last. He dropped his voice almost to a whispor: "I don't want you to start Golden Toy in the Stakes." She felt herself stiffen. "Why not?" He glanced a%vay an instant. Then he said: "Three months ago I got odds of 12 to 1 against the Maid in the Stakes. I put up $4000. I win $48,000 if she comes in; plus the purse. I can win if your colt stays in his barn; the filly is at tops. I'll give you $10,000 cash—tomorrow—to keep him there. And $10,000 more when Merry Maid wins. Fair?" Linda looked steadily at him; slowly she gathered gloves and bag, pushed her chair back, an old-fashioned horseman. With all his faults, he plays a different By OK. MOBK1S FI&OBEIN Mltax, Journal at the American Medical Association, ud «f a, the Health* Magazine. Muscles Receive Necessary Oxygen Through Aid of ^ b y ^,^ le j, Iron in the Blood Probably the most essential single in these animals every portion of the j game. He'd punch you in the nose if you made such an offer to him. Monte, Monte!" "Listen, Linda, we're friends—" he began, but she cut him short: "We were, Monte—we were." She smiled wanly. "I guess you're right: women and racing—they don't mix." She left hina, standing by his table; tugging at his coat, a confused look on his face. Race-mad folk crammed the Downs' rococo stands when the bugles sounded Boots and Sad- nnHEY were coming into the! -*• stretch. The grandstands, crowded with humanity, let out a great roar. "Look—look!" Linda grabbed her uncle's arm. They were running wide into the stretch— Golden Toy was bearing out, carrying Merry Maid with him. "That durn colt!" Sandy Gordon began, then changed his tune. "Nope—Marder's got him; they just went out a little way—they comin' home in the middle o' the track." Down the last two furlongs the colt and the filly pounded—neck and neck. "Uncle Sandy — Uncle Sandy! Come on!" In excitement Linda seized the horseman's arm, started toward the finish line. A great golden chestnut—a dark bay—they shot under the wire together noses on a line— Uncle Sandy stopped. "Durn if I ain't afraid—" He didn't finish the thought, A sign flashed from the bulletin board: PHOTOGRAPH FINIS1I "The judges," Uncle Sandy said calmly, "they goin' to look at the FOUL CLAIMED Sandy Gordon, Linda, and the jockey went up the stairs into the judges' stand. Tho senior judge spoke: "Marder, Jockey Heck claims you fouled him—ran him wide coming into the stretch." "I didn't!" Marder's jaw shot out aggressively. "This colt did to the it this run wide last week—ran fence. I was lookin" for substance in the human body is the body is near the' surface. The mechan- dies; an d Golden Toy, in the Gor- blocd. No doubt among the most irn- is;m by which this has developed in (jon* silks of scarlet and purple, portaat -of all of the characteristics of man is one of the- most interesting and the blood is its power to Jransport iron, intricate in all of our knowledge of When a muscle in the human body science. acts, it produces lactic acid. This ap-1 Oxygen is taken up in the lungs. In , Linda, "as"they stood -in the in- phes not janly to the large muscles ; , he , ungs the blood is separated from ... . » with which we work, but also to such j the outside air by a ^- m mem brane or muscles as the heart which maintain tissue lhrough which oxy gen can led the field out, to the strains of "My Old Kentucky Home." "We got a chance," Uncle Sandy told Linda, as they stood -in the in field. "If Toy don't run out—' "They're off!" the circulation of the blood. The fac- Starting from an extension of me circulation or tne DIOOCI. Tne tac- -,,-ji,. .._. in tho limp* a? wpll as in eianing num an >.~.~~- -- cel.Sl-l\ UaSS. in Ulti lUliH£> ttii Well tlii '" i. i i L i i 41 f\c\\r\ cniti'iPM tor which hrntts the amoum of mus-! the ^ ,. emfjle parts of the body ., the bactatreteh the field spuiled cular work that the body can do is the rate at which lactic acid can be removed from the muscles by oxygen. The rate at which oxygen is supplied to the muscles determines the pass easily. where the blood comes in contact with the tissue sit is to serve, the blood ves- ls break up into tiny capillaries with down the mile sprint. "Yes, sir—it be Toy and the Maid!" Uncle Sandy exclaimed, as A thin walls through which oxygen can the golden chestnut and the dark , . . __.... pass easily. bay filly shot out from the pack. horsepower or efficiency of the human i Ordinary bloofli whic h is a rather "H-m-m! Three lengths a'ready being. In order to get oxygen to the | dark , e when it is first secni be. ahead o : the field. The first quar- «;„...,««, ;* ; r n»™cc=,™ tr, hrino i. fr«m : bright scarlet when it is ex-1 ter"—the watch clicked m his posed to the air. Blood in the arteries! hand—"it be ill 22 flat-that's siz- iiic ^ ._ _ the long backstrctch "already"be'erTrelieved' of "ks'oxygen I those two horses fought eye to and which is on its way back to the | eye—the field far benind. Now they were going into the far turn. Uncle Sandy pocketed his watch. "Yes, sir—Marder's opening up a tissues it if necessary to bring it from "the air tliat is breathed into the lungs to' the very cells by which it is to be used. Forthis purpose the blood must have iron, since it is the iron in the blood which is primarily responsible for transporting the oxygen. With tiny animals it is not difficult to get oxygen into the tissues, because is full of oxygen and is a bright scar- ; let. The blood in the veins whch has zling." Down lungs is a dark purple color, because it is deficient in oxygen. The red material that is present in the blood in large amounts is intimate- | bit." picture—took from top o 1 the grandstand. The nag whose nose touches the wire in that picture —he or she wins. Won't take but a minute for that high-speed camera to show "em." He led her to the vacant winner's circle, by the judges' stand. In a moment the horses would canter back, the jockeys \veigh out— * • BUZZING sound overhead—a metal carrier slid down a trolley from the grandstand to the judges. It held the picture. With her heart pounding furiously, Linda saw the judges take it out —look at it—nod in agreement. The senior judge rose, pushed a button— A light flashed on the bulletin board: KESULT No. 1 Golden Toy won! "Wait—tain't official yet," Uncle Sandy warned, as Linda turned exulting, to him. "Why—what could there be—" she broke off as she saw Monte Hill step from the group of trainers and go up to the judges' stand. "Don't lead him in yet," a judge called from the pagoda as Golden Toy galloped up. Monte Hill and his jockey were with the judges, talking excitedly. Suddenly t light Hashed on the bulletin board —a gigantic gasp went up from the stands: time—holdin' him in. Comin' into the stretch—we were comin' so fast—we just naturally swung out a bit—Merry Maid happened to be on the outside—but we didn't touch her—we straightened out in the middle of the track—and we outrun her to the wire!" * * * OPHE judges conform? n moment. The senior looked up: "The foul is"—his face was stern—"disallowed!" Linda Gordon looked nt Monte Hill—shook her head, turned her back on him, forever. They were sitting at the dinner ,able in a cottage behind the .rack: Sandy Gordon, Linda, 3ruce. "Uncle, I'm giving you one-third—$10,000—of our win and sales money," Linda said, with a fond smile, "The rest goes—" "Goes iriio an annuity for you," Bruce spoke quickly. Uncle Sandy nodded. "I can buy three-four right nice 3-year- olds with my money—" "Callie," Linda smiled up at the buxorn woman passing thu cranberries, "is Norman in the kitchen?" Is he?" Callie grinned. "He's gnawin' away on de turkey drumstick this minute.' "Tell him to come in—bring his drum-stick, 1oo." Norman came to the door, a big grin on his face. "You wants me, Miss Linda? Here I is." "Yes, Norman. We're all going home, tomorrow. Next week, Mr. Bruce and I will be married in the front parlor of Radford Farms —a day before it is sold. And, Norman—" she leaned forward, smiled, said: "It's an old southern custom for the colored folks to be married in the white folks' parlor. So, since you and Callie have been engaged all these years —we thought—you'd like to be married after we ate. Wouldn't you, Norman?" Norman gulped—his eyes grew wide and white. "In de parlor, wid you all there?" A big g.in cut acioss his dusky face. Hu locked toward the smiling Callie. 'Yes, ma'am, I shore would! If—ji Sis' Callie will have me." (THE ENO; intention of teaching children how to make :i living apart from the field of liberal arts. He thought I was most radical. I thought he lacked vision. Why continue to teach children dead languages when it was life they had to fight? Since then it has all been arranged. Today boys and girls are learning, and learning well, trades that will be of service. The cultural courses, too, offer almost any assortment of subjects. However, grade schools, I think, will never IK- able to splil their courses with any success. And if parent' would stop to think, Iho things the child gets in elementary school are basic foundations that every literate person needs. U would be a happy time, no doubt for everybody if the routine could be brt.kcn down into just what evcrj pupil likes best, or what his parents wish him to concentrate upon. Bui except in the case of the backward child, and, of course, the mental deviate, the school body as a whole wil have tu learn what it is taught. the second man says pooh!—he's gonta spetul three- million dollars. Pretty soon they're both broke, and smarting from the spanking they've had in the box office-, and for awhile they sit around agreeing that bankers are very unreasonable people- and that the public doesn't appreciate art in the cinema. Q._That sounds very profound, Mr. Clark. Don't you thing so, Miss Wilson? Opinion from Miss Wilson: Yes um \viraum SUCH a smart boykins! Q .—What have you observed about temperament in Hollywood? A.—Just tantrums—that's all temperament is. Some of the baby-faces have learned thai if Ihey lie down on the job and kick and scream, somebody will say, "Never mind, darling, .._ .1 fire the nasty old director and change the story, and you can have- that extra thousand a week for candy, •1 the little red Rolls-Royce, if you'll be a good girl." I don't think I'm temperamental. Wouldn't any actor holler if he was silting on a pin? Wouldn't Robert Taylor or Tyrone Posver or anybody squirm around and complain if he needed to have his—ah— Q._Yes, yes, of course. You babies have special problems. Hcmark from Miss Wilson: Um docs! Of tourse um does! It's A Wonder They Live Tliurugli It A.—Another handicap is the rules they've got for us. A baby isn't allowed to work until he's 10 days old. Then he cun be in the studio only two hours a day, work a total of only 20 minutes, and be- under the lights only three seconds at a time. Could Barrymore or Gurbo get into the spirit of a .scene in that time? Imagine Luise- Raincr or Paul Muni trying to work up to a fine emotional pitch in three sec'nnds! After a kid is G months old ho can work a total of two hours and l>e under the lights a little longer. But just as I get to going good, a nurse- with a stopwatch takes me out. Then, when I yell bloody murder, people say. "Ah, a touch of temperament." (J.—Do you expect to continue in the movies, Mr. Clark? A.—Well, I'm luckier than most, on account of a good picture and gcttini. lots of fan mail. I might even last a.' lung as Baby Le-Roy, who quit at ,'!( months. I've- got sister, though Kiithle-e-n, who was washed up at \'i months. The average screen baby's career i;only three weeks. And it's typical o Hollywood that the- older he- gets am the more- he knows, the less he earns New babies get S7S a day; after OIH month they gel $50 a day, and afte three month.", S25. After six month they're only paid $11, unless they're lucky enough to have a contract. Imagine-!—a measly $11. while- $5000 n-wcek stars are unwilling to "worl with 'em because- the kids steal all tin scenes; Comment from Miss ittle oo/ums-woo/urns! Wilson: Poo A Book a Day By Bruce Catton The Ri'VjIuloii Divides a Family Novels if America's past have beci struck oli with surpassing talent of latt and Cyril Harris lias added distinctioi in a superb story of the Revolution "Trumpets at Dawn" (Scribners Sons 52.50). Mr. Harris lays his novel against lh< full background of the war for in dependence, .sweeping you alonK fron 1775 to 17SK with enough action U bolster any two ,guod novels, but will a tender story of young love withal t< personalize the narrilavu. U cei\tcrs around the family o Horatio Wyatl, wealthy New Yorl shipping merchant, his son, S<im. am daughter. Kitty, and Kitty's bethrthei Charles Tuwscnd. When the war opun Horatio chooses to stand with the kin| and Tory business. Eo the Wyatt thereafter become a divided house hold. You follow them through the Rev olution on a score of fronts. Om feels at times that perhaps Mr. Harri, has ctmtrived a bit too clearly t' or that. But in any event he whirl you along through the battle of Lon] Island, the battle of Trenton, th crossing of the Dele-ware, the discover of Arnold's treachery, and the hangin of Major Andre. And the whole is drawn dramatical y. Certainly there has not he-en a fine liccc of narrative in a long time tha( li.s recital of the capture the tra under General Greene, and the la; lours of the Britisher Andre. Nor docs Mr. Harris slop with thes highlights. His story becomes un inj timate picture of the life and lovu and hopes of all Colonial Amei leans, closing logically with the wa itself. One hopes to hear more from M Harris, himself a Nova Scotian an desccndent of bolli loyalists and pa riots in the Revolution.—P. G. F. "What chance have we got when this guy's old. tuun owns u fruit store?" One of the world's larger eatini establishments is at the Texas A. an M. college where 2,800 students arj led three meals each day. Want Ad For Better Results

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