HOPS STAK, HOP* ARKANSAS .. . . «* teiT^^aa^ittdb^tta^J^i^toiiiftrtfttCS&i Tuesday) November 29,1938 In •y George R6S9 Civilization Can Do More Than Protest -f, "'« JUSW ^ 1fORK—Manhattan, • like any ' smaller community has its "town char-; i actors." ''IftrtS* aren't the legitimate. Grade A cfetebrUies, most ot whom are publicized -out of all proportion to their talent. We refer now tocharactevs who never ascend into the limelight aad who probably never will. -Mrsi. Mary Lou Read, for Instance, is hot a name well known to readers ol the chronicles of Manhattan. Mrs. Read is the organist at Grand Central Terminal. She has occupied that position since 192S. Her instrument is a I portable electric one and is employed to bring musical cheer to the thousands :of travelers who pass through Grand Central. At first, Mrs. Read did not play each day. Her .performances were limited to holidays and a few other special occasions. But so many letters of ap- ,preciatk> poured onto her employers' desks that she became a fixture in ^e life of the mamoth terminal. Mrs. Read treasures a note she received from a young Barnad student who was all set to leave home because of an incident trival in scope, but magnified by the stubborness of the youth. Some several minutes before train time, the young student listened to Mrs. Read playing "Home Sweet Home." She fled from the station and back to her classes, a pretty chastened and thankful kid. Mrs. Read tries to gauge her music by what & happening in the station below, what time of a day it is, and what sort of crowds are,.milling below. Sometimes, .there are complications. She once started to play as a funeral procession made its way through the station. Her piece was "Pomp and Cir- cfumstance!" •• Gotham's Stradivnrius Giovanni Longiari is an elderly violin-maker who resembles David Warfield. His place of business, some 30 eyars old, is located hard by Times Square, Longiari comes fro mVenice and still gets most of the hard-to- .fihd wood from his native land. His prices ..range for J10 to 55000. Longiari is not as sprightly today nor his eyes and haands as skillful a* of yore, but he keeps at his trade. He doesn't earn as much as he once did—peopl eare not the same any more—but he is horrified at th ethou- ght of ever laying down his tools. Micha Elman, Zimbalist and Dave Rubinoff are some musical greats who visit his shop, examine his products and chaat with him about concert and operatic happenings. Golden Laughter Slim Hall is known for the Battery to Broadway, from Columbia Circle : to Sutton Place. He is a colored boy. By Olive Roberts Barton Adolescent "Pairing Off" Isn't as Serious as They Manage to Make It Sound Whose booming, infections laugh is known to many stage and screen and radio showmen. He roars at almost , anything and fairly bubbles at the sheer joy of living. . It is whispered that he Is supplied with passes and occasionally even a banknote to- come and laugh at a film radio program. Hall's constant companion is a chap named "Lucky Box," to,;Whom he is imparting some of his technique. >' Actors' Medicine Man Chief :Rain-in-the-face is an habitue of the Forties. He is a slight, wizened chap who comes by his name because he sputters as he talks. Nobody knows how he lives, where , he sleeps, or when he eats. The legend is that he was originally sponsored by Lee Tracy during the run of "Broadway." Tracy considered him a good luck piece and had him about the theater'running odd errands. The Chief has come quite a shaw- man, rustling up a routine and series of gestures which presage good fortune for an actor or producer. He has a 'cruse," too, for those he dislikes. The Chief has "blessed" Spencer Arnold, and Edward G. Robison among others. He points to them as satisfied ' customers. Right now, he appears to be the sole property of George Abbott and such Abbott workers as Sa Levene, Teddy Hart and Eddie Albert. The Chief is a bona-fide personality of the big town—and now you know of him. DON'T SLEEP'WHEN GAS PRESSES HEART If.you can't eat or sleep because gas bloats you up try Adlerika. One dose usually relieves stomach gas pressing on heart. Adlerika cleans out BOTH upper and lower bowels. John S. Gibson Drug Co. "Why don't you go and see Susan tonight. Trent? She has been in town for over a month now. and I promised her mother when sne wrote that you would introduce her to some people. You haven't been near her." Seventeen-year-old Trent gave his mother a scornful look. Didn't she know anything? Didn't she know that when a fellow paired off with a girl like Louise, the way all the others did, it was sheer treachery to even look at another girl? WHv. if he went to call on her and her aunt or ask her to a movie or give her tickets to a game, it would be all over town in five minutes. "Haven't had time," he said lamely. "I'll run into her sometime. Can't you ask them over to supper or sOnYething? I can always talk to your company." Yes, and walk out on us at about eight I know. You will have something very important- Listen, son, this girl isn't going to make eyes at you. She has some friends, I think. All I want from you is a Httle support!-When she goes home I can't have'her telling all tho people from my old. town ^that my boy did one thing to make'h'er'feel at home here." V 'A11 >-ight I'll tell Louise how it is. Maybe she can fix up something, and invite her to sit with her fet the basketball game. I can't promise. But Louise has to be in on it someway, or there's going to be trouble." "My goodness. You would think she owned you. Youare only a child yet, and here you are talking as,though you A Book •y m Day Paul Harrison in Hollywood Snnger's Story ol Birth Control It was hard-earned'life along the mill-town flats of Corning, N.Y., thaat started Margaret Higgins thinking. She realized that her mother had died prematurely Uecnuse of a large family. Margaret, daughter of a fighting Irish father, used to look up on the hills and observe the wide green yards of the better homes where only a few children played. When she was old enough she contrasted this* with the hurly bvirly of her own neighborhood. Then Margaret went to New York and as a trained nurse plunged into her duties in the heart of the shun sections. It was not long before she vowed to do sometthing for suffering humanity. She seized on the ideas of birth control and so enlisted for one of the great struggles of our times. That struggle, the story of her life and of her final triumph, is told in one of the most important non-fiction works of tho year, "Margaret Sanger, an Autobiography" (Norton: $3.50). To read it is to understand the full implications of the sweeping movements which she has launched around the world. Margaret Sanger is the mother of three children, two of them doctors today. Her own married life was idy-, Hie. She saw a challenge to make life worthwhile for others. To achieve her goal she suffered arrest, calumny and battle for mOre than two decades until at last the American Medical Association last year asserted that physcians did have the right to give birth control advice. —P.G.F. two were married. It is all so silly. Why don't you have half a dozen girls? Why doesn't this girl or yours have more friends? Why don't you mix up and stop this pairing off? Aren't any of you ever going to see anybody else and just go on forever until you get married? You don't know anybody else. You're both too young to tie yourselves down and act as though you'd taken vows never to speak to another soul." "That's the way it is, mother. They all do it. I'm not the only one." When her son had gone Mrs. Smith was more worried than ever. What if these youngsters had some understanding? In the next six or eight years, what with college and getting their start in life, both were bound to meet other young men and women. There was nothing against Louise, she was a fine girl. She didn't approve of this system of early tie-ups that acted as chains later. Perhaps it would co'm'fort her to know that this habit of pairing off is a phase of a certain age. Later on, nearly all these 'teeners" become more general in their friendships. If the old tie still holds, all is well and good. But quite often it loses flavor. Blue Horses Pull art Emerald Coach in the Wizard of Oz Color Film SERIAL STORY LOVERS AWEIGH BY BETTY WALLACE COPYHlGHTi 1BS« NBA •CHVICB. INC. CAST OP CITAnACTEnS JUDY A I, C O T T — admiral's dmishtor. She fncoil n choice between two nnvy suitors. 15 W I ft H T CAMPHEI.L — nmhi- tlous licutenniit. lie fnoed n choice between -liiH wife imd duty, JACK HAXIjEY — llylnc nnilor. He fnced n text of n patient love. MARVEL H A S T I X G S— navy wife. She faced the tent of being a mood sailor. * * * Yesterday: In the fear that .lark's plane may have craNhed, Judy realizes site love.s him after ail. Aad then at Diane'.* house Hhc IcantH titat tooth Hill and Jack were forced down! FHA 5% Loans New and existing property. Real Estate Mort. Loan Service |Ptak Taylor, Agent; 309 First National Bank Building. Phone G86. CHAPTER XX TUDY stood very still in the doorway, staring at Diane. Her bloodless lips said, "Jack?" once, and then, mercifully, darkness seemed to close over her. She was ashamed of herself later for having fainted while Diane was rigidly sc-U-controlled. But after the relief she had tasted, to learn in the end that her heart had been right, was too much for her. When she came to, her mother .was holding a glass to her lips, and Diane was standing beside the sofa, sajing, "Poor Judy." Judy ,;truggled tp sit up. Her head feit queer, and a little pit of nausea was whirling in her stomach. But she sat up. She said, "I'm sorry. I won't do that again." Then she asked, "Tell me Try Us For Your Meat Curing » you know about it, know much. Naval and Smoking. We Do It Right. jl Home Ice Company 5 918 East Third Street 2 Hope, Ark. iViPAW-V City Meat Market CHOICE K. C. MEATS, HOT TAMALES and OYSTERS. PROMPT FREE DELIVERY. PHONE Ifl everything Diane." "I don't Communications picked up the message and some-one there must have telephoned Mrs. Hardy." Captain Hardy was the skipper of the Enterprise. His son, James, was in Communications. But no one said anything, and Diane's voice went on, "She telephoned me. She said there had been an accident. One of the planes was in trouble and hit the water. Another ship of the squadron flew low to render assistance. They—" her voice broke. "They lost a man. They think it's Bill." Judy said quickly, "You mean yillllllllllllllllllillllllllllilllilliiitiiiu Mont's-Sugar-Cure i it was down?" Bill's ship that went = | "I don't know," Diane said. = j Mrs. Alcott was staring ahead = ; thoughtfully. "I suppose when = | your father spoke to the Admiral 3 When Butcheing Pork and BeeJ =| of the Fleet about Jack the A~d- | Electrical* Mhced 11 wTmo"^^±±,±±5 Electrically Mixed Printed Instructions Furnished With Each Purchase For Sale by MONTS SEED STORE, Hope. EDWARDS & CO., Bradley L. B. CAUDLE, Bodcaw was more- than merely acquainted •; with the |j pened, he ji tions to notify him. boy. When this hap- instructed Communiea- TVANE was _ , hopelessly £?, ^^ crying softly and now. Her control g a B. WOLFF STORE, Bingen mtnnnuHMnnninmtninnniintnr.'. ild Rot C1 > out Uf become hyster- ical, made it 'even worse. She was feeling this. Deeply. So" deeply that rebellious moaning or the futile pounding with fists against the hardness of something concrete could not help her. It was as if her grief were eating its way inward, to her heart. Judy tried to comfort her. They clung to each other, two girls enmeshed in the same, stark tragedy. But Mrs. Alcott, who had been a Navy wife too long, not to have learned the hard discipline of the service, went into the kitchen and made some coffee. She gave a cup to Diane and one to Judy. She did not speak as they sipped the strong black coffee. She only looked at them, and her glance was enough. Diane lifted her chin. She said, "I know Bill wouldn't have wanted me to — to — " "I'm sure he wouldn't," said Judy's mother. "The bravery and the gallantry the service expects of an officer is expected equally as much from his wife." "I — I'm not even sure it's Bill," Diane said. "They said they weren't certain." "But they lost one man — one of the two — " That was Judy. Mrs. Alcott stood up. "It's almost dawn. You must get some sleep, Diane. I shall send Mrs. Hamilton to help with the baby. As soon as they have additional word, they'll let you know." . "Yes." "Please, Mother, may I stay here with Diane? I — I want to so much." "Certainly, Judy. But you need some rest, too." "I'll sleep, Mother." "I'll be right back," Mrs. Alcott said. Judy realized that her mother did not wish to telephone her father from here. She would go home, phone, get Magda Hamilton to come over, and then she'd be back. What other, ghastly things would she know when she returned? * * * TVEVER in her life was Judy to - 1 ' forget the details of that terrible morning. As soon as light broke over the station, everyone knew of the tragedy. People came to Diane's house, kind, well-meaning people who tried to help, but who might better have stayed at home. Commander Sloane, the tall, sunburned doctor, arrived to administer tactfully sedatives and inform them that he had not yet heard from the U. S. S. Belief, the hospital ship which fortunately had been in the vicinity when the accident occurred. Diane kept asking him, "Was it Bill?" Haven't they informed you which one — ? "No, my dear. Now drink this. You must be patient. We'll know soon." At ten o'clock they w**ived • message from Naval Communications. Judy's, mother took it ovst the phone, and then she said quietly, "Judy you must buck up. Diane, please try hard to control yourself." Judy had a crazy, whirling fear that perhaps both men were dead. Bill Bell, and Jack, too. But her mother was taking Diane's hands, she was saying, with infinite pity .and tenderness, "They're sure now, Diane. Oh, my dear, you must be brave." Diane's wide dark eyes glazed. She whispered, "He—he's 'dead?" and then, slowly, her head dropped like a heavy flower on a slender stalk. A shudder passed through her. Judy cried, "Oh, Diane, don't. Don't! Maybe they're- : wrong— maybe—" "I'm sorry," said' Mrs. • Alcott gently. "They know, definitely now. The man 'who^—whd' Was taken out of. the. water • too late was Bill." ' .. ' > -, * *• * '•-••'. HPHE story, pieced together'from x the frequent Naval'Cpmmuni- cations reports after that,; became clearer and plainer as-the; hours dragged by. Clear, plain,' and more heartbreaking. Jack Hanley, in his regular turn, had taken off at the signal. AH had gone well. In the usual formation, the squadron had climbed into the clouds. But far out at sea, miles from the mother ship, something had happened to his engine. Even now, they did not know what. He might hav« bailed out, Judy thought dully. But he hadn't. He had stuck with his ship, hoping no doubt that it would stay afloat after it hit the water. She knew that damaged craft were were lifted from the sea with huge cranes, and frequently reconditioned. Jack, trying his best to salvage the plane. Jack, gallantly sticking with it. Her throat burned. But for Diane it was even worse. For Naval Communications said that Bill, who was in Jack's squadron, had evidently seen, the other ship going down, and he'd flown low to render assistance. While the leader of another squadron radioed to the Enterprise. What happened over that treacherous water no one knew with certainty. But the man who l»d tried to help his friend had given his life in the attempt. By the time the crash boat reached the spot, and the ships of the fleet were steaming closer, Jack Hanley was clinging desperately to the still floating tail of his ship with one hand, and holding the body of his friend above water with the other arm. "How badly is Jack hurt?" Judy's heart cried. "Will he live? Or will he—like Bill—" She couldn't bear the thought. <T« Be HOLLYWOOD.—All ov*r the lot: In the Emerald City of "The Wiznrd of Oz," not everything will be green. The emerald conch, which is green, all right, is being drawn by n couple of blue horses. At least, it will be drawn by .them if Fred Gilmnn, the animal man, can get them safely into harness At this writing the camera isn't ready for the conch shit, but the horses were dyed and trotted out for a Technicolor test. Gilmnn says the nags, normally white, have been teammates for years and have worked in a lot of pictures. But lifter being dyed a bright blue and getting n good, startled look nt each other, they did their best to go away from there, in opposite directions. Tho tests were shot separately. "Any horse," said GilVntin, "can tell you there's no such thing as a blue horse. This looks like the end of a beautiful friendship." And speaking of color, even as it affects black-and-white film—or, in this cnse, doesn't affect it—there are too numy blue eyes in the cost of "It's Spring Again." Blue c,yes are likely to look pretty pale on the screen, and the usual trick is to clot them with tiny spotsh of red in each corner That's clone hero, too, but a small red spotlight also is attached to the front of the camera. When n player looks to- wnrcl tho lens,, lus eyes gather the reel rays and photograph darker, His Nome Should Be Einstein Fay Bninter is required to make a long speech to Priscilln Lone in "Yes My Darling Daughter." The actresses are in place and the third assistant cameraman measures the distance from the lens to tho two women: "Chalk 'cm!" c;ills the first assistant, and chalk" 'n-.lirks are made on the riifi to outline Miss Baintcr's nncl Miss Lane's feel. When they enter the scene and stand in those •n-.'arks, they'll be in perfect focus. "But I'm supposed to be looking her in the eye," protests Miss Baintcr. "I can't walk in looking at my feet." "I'll fix that," promises n property man named Einstein. He produces n larger mirror and hangs it just out of camera range, and behind Miss Lane, so that Miss Bainter can see her feet while she is supposed to be looking at the other actress. Pacific Ocean Leaked Away > The company in "Fisherman's Wharf is working at the studio today and grumbling about the accident that kept everyone from riding to theRKO ranch in the country for a pleasant day on location. It seems that the trip was called off early in the morning due to a frantic message from the ranch's resident superintendent. The big tank which has been representing the Pacific ocean sprang a leak overnight, and the fresh water had irrigated neighboring truck farYns. Some 'extensive repairs would be necessary before the ocean would hold water again. On the "Tom Stawyer" sot, everybody is wondering what has happened to Dick Brantlow, the usually cheerful and alert properly man. He's walking around mumbling to himself and several times hns failed to hear tho orders of Director Louis King. -Finally King impatiently asks, "Dick, what- the hell's eating on you, anyway?" "You oughta know," replied Brandow. "Im just think up epitaphs for all 42 of the tombstones in that cemetery sequence!" This Love Is Stable Bctte Davis and Humphrey Bogart are playing n love scene in the stable tack-room of 'Dark Victory." Bognrt actually hcs a sympathetic role this time; he doesn't oven carry n gun or get shot. And he's particularly interested in tin's picture because one of his friends produced it on the Broadway stage. CLUB NOTES lloppwcll The Hopewell Demonstration club met with Mrs. John Fowler for tho November meeting. The meeting was called (o order by the president, Mrs. J. J. Spruoll. Tho song for November was sung. Mrs. G,. W. Wiggins secretary, called the roll , seven members being present. The secretory also read the minutes of our previous meetings Officers for the coming year were elected ns follows: President, Mrs, Henry Fowler; vice president, Mrs. J. J. Spruell, secretory, Mrs. G. W. Wiggins; reporter, Mrs. E. S. Burke; recrcElional lender, Mrs. Chns Hare; handicrafts leader, Mrs. Homer West; Gardening, Mrs. John Fowler; landscaping, Mrs. G. W. WiK8i»s; food preservation, Mrs. Daton Thomnson, Plans were discussed and mndc to raise money for our year book. Miss Uulliiifrton save a demonstra- tion'on rug making and idons for Christmas .gifts. During the social hour our hostess served refreshments. We will incut with Mrs. Homer West for our December mot-ting. The best allies of the United States Just now, though, the booted Bognrt an> the Atlantic and" Pacific: Ocej and Miss Davis nre exchanging melo- drn'nVntic lines and •embraces. "I'm as good as the rest of them that hang around you. I wish I was in their boots!" . . . "And what then, Michael?" . . . "You wouldn't need to risk your lovely neck jumping horses for excitement." Director Edmund Goulding isn't Satisfied with the ardor of their clinch. "He could pull me u)» more," suggests Miss Davis, readjusting her sable coat. "But if I do that I'll cut out Belle's face," gallantly protests Bognrd. "Don't ever worry about covering ME, Bogey,' lauglis the star. So they go back into the scone and this time it's a take. "Excellent!" exclaims Goulding. And like a small, distorted cello comes tho assistant director's "Very, very good!" According to i large English hospital, one person in evry five English suffers form "neres" —Foodor Kcrenhky, in San Fran- M>/ now! . • . thanks (o Black- Draught. Often that droopy, tired feeling is caused by constipation, an everyday thief of energy. Don't put up with It. Try the fine old vegetable medicine that simply makes the lazy colon go back to work and brings prompt relief. Just ask for BLACK-DRAUGHT "An old friend of the family." NEW YORK? TAKE THE MISSOURI PACIFIC Detailed information, tickets and reservations at Missouri Pacific Station or call 137 and for C. £. Christopher. THE ELECTION IS NOVEMBER 3O, 1938 On that date (tomorrow), the citizens of Hope will determine who will be the Chief Executive of our City for the next two years. Each voter should decid e which of the two candidates for Mayor can best serve Hope, and should vote accordingly. I announced my platform at the beginning- of the, race, and it was and is as follows: work S^^r *"* ^ ^ ^'^ ^ *** IU ""* to S * •*»» "I shall oppose any and every move, or attempted move, to SELL, LEASE OK OTHFKWNF DISPOSE OF OUR MUNICIPAL WATER AND LIGHT PLANT. Every patriotic citizen of Hope «ho k I hav? thfc same attitude toward our water and light plant. »numu imu "I have made no promises to anyone about any appointment or recommendation as to any job, position or office, and will not do so until after I am elected. "As your Mayor I will bring to the office the experience I have gained, and will devote tho proper time and energy to the duties of the office to make Hope the finest and best City „] T South- WGSt ./\l*KcillSclS. Do not be mislead by any last minute propaganda. I HAVE MADE NO PROMISES OF APPOINTMENTS OF ANY KIND TO ANY ONE, Iwillbring to the office of Mayor the experience that I have gained. I will devote the proper time and energy to the duties of the office to make Hope the finest and best City of Southwest Arkansas. If you believe that Hope will best be served by electing me as your Mayor, then, as a good citizen, vote for W.S.ATKINS FOR MAYOR, on November 30, 1938. W. S. ATKINS CANDIDATE FOR MAYOR -Paid Political Adv.
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