Albany Democrat-Herald from Albany, Oregon on April 25, 1936 · Page 15
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Albany Democrat-Herald from Albany, Oregon · Page 15

Albany, Oregon
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Saturday, April 25, 1936
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e Between The Lines . By Grant Milton Sassaman When Reporter McDade Wrote From His Heart A Complete Short Story face with her initialed handkerchief. Her body swayed forward against the railing and toppled over it. She made no outcry as she fell, and her white evening gown glinted like silver in the beams of a horrified moon. ..." Not until he had 'sucked in the last morsel did Ogden raise his head. "McDade!" he bellowed. "That's the best " But McDade was no longer standing at the city desk. Lafferty had looked up from his plugs in time to see the reporter amble listlessly from the room. Some time later a copyboy tossed the city edition of the Chronicle upon Ogden's desk. He pounced upon it like a hawk on a chick, ready to gloat over the rival paper's meager display of the night's big story. Suddenly he jumped to his feet with a startled oath. His face was comic in its bewilderment and dismay. Rushing over to the night editor's desk, he shoved directly in front of Wilton's horn-rimmed spectaclos that part of Downing'! story which read: "It was believed she lost her balance while sitting upon the I AM indebted to Lafferty for most of this; Lafferty, the as sistant night city editor. He was in the office the night that Bill McDade underwent his baptism of remorse. It happened a long time ago on a hot summer night when neither air nor news was stirring. Ten years ago tonight, to be exact. To understand how the thing could have happened, one must know McDade, Lafferty explained. McDade, he said, was young and good-looking and as brilliant as he was courageous. The kind of fellow who would face a firing squad and calmly jot notes upon his cuff while the executioners aimed their weapons. In those days the general assignment men on the Morning Call were paid on space rates. McDade was a space writer and he let his imagination carry him away sometimes, according to LalTerty. His nimble mind and long lean fingers would convert a bonfire into a conflagration and a riot into a civil war. But that's the trouble with space writing. It always did encourage padding; to the point at times, when you couldn't tell fact from fiction. But McDade got away with it because he wrote so the reporter actually seemed to believe much of the nonsense he wrote. At least he believed it while he was pounding it out. word to anyone, ho went out of the newsroom and down the stairs to the street where he hailed a taxicab. He gave the driver tho address of tho Arcadian Apartments and told him to koop the pedal down. While the speeding taxi tossed him around on the back seat, Lafferty shaped his plans. He would find McDade and Inveigle him into a speakeasy. Get the fellow so drunk he'd forget everything until the keen edge of remorse had worn off a bit AT THE apartment house Lafferty told the driver to wait. In the hallway he found Dora Wayne's apartment listed as C4 He pushed the button and waited. When the inner door buzzed, he pushed through it and hurried up the stalls, not bothering to look for an elevator. On the third floor he found a door standing open with a ruddy-fuceil cop leaning against the frame. "Hello, Regan," said Lafferty, glad there was a cop on guard he knew. "Is anybody in there?" " 'Lo, Laffy. "The cop scratched his chin and nodded. "Yeah. Mo-Dado's hero. He was all broke up. I put 'em to sleep." The cop turned and re-entered the room. Lafferty followed, closing the door behind him. "How'd you do It, Regan ?" He went over to where McDade lay sprawled upon a divan and looked down pityingly upon the haggard face Regan came near chuckling. "I got Oswald, down at the corner, to rig up one o' his forgetters. He put everythin' in it but arsenic. The Janitor fetched It for-me. He's an obligln' chap, that janitor." McDade's coat was unbuttoned. Lafferty saw that an envelope had worked Itself halfway out of the coat's Inside pocket. He leaned down to push it back Into place and noticed it was sealed and addressed, but not stamped. He started to put the letter In his own pocket, meaning to post It for McDade; but the name on A dark-halrsd young woman halted abruptly on the threshold. She was slim, strikingly beautiful, and vaguely familiar. or a phrase, only to nod a grudging approval and then read on. And well he might approve, for McDade had written a story that was to burn itself upon the minds of its readers forever. Never before had Ogden read copy on a story that ran so relentlessly onward to its close, trailing off at last reluctantly, like the last sob at a grave. McDade even had reproduced a letter which apparently prompted the girl to commit suicide. Ogden let it stand, though his brow wrinkled with puzzlement when he read this: . "... and all the color fled from her face as she finished reading her sweetheart's letter. With bloodless lips and staring eyes she stood motionless like a marble goddess in the center of the room. For fully a minute she stood thus before moving, wraith-like, out upon the veranda. "Leaning over the low balustrade, she slowly tore the letter into tiny fragments. They dropped from her hands and fluttered like snowflakes to the court below. "With a moan of indescribable anguish she covered her BUD: Well, another hour and here's the first contestant to try for the prize money. I see by the application that you're a "conversation Juggler." AMATEUR: Yes, sir. BUD: And what would that be? A: It means I'm a vocal contortionist. BUD: Um-hum now we're getting some place. But, if I'm not too Inquisitive, what is it that you really do? A : To get right down to it, I'm a ventriloquist. BUD: Oh, one of those fellows who strews language hither and elsewhere? A : Yes, sir. 1 can throw my voice out and step on it. BUD; Marvelous. And you think that sort of entertainment is suitable for radio? A: From the standpoint of economy, it's a natural. BUD: Well, anything that will cut down talent costs Is always good for an amateur hour, A: Sure I can be the whole hour. I just surround myself with a strong cast of rloth'r.g s'oro dummies. . balustrade, and fell backwards to her death. Her body was so battered that identification would have been impossible if it hadn't been for the handkerchief clutched In her hand. "Dora Wayne, despite her youth, was considered one of America's most promising women artists. She was secretly betrothed to William McDade, a newspaperman. . . ." LAFFERTY said Wilton's pale face turned a greenish hue Without a word he got to his feet and strode over to McDade's desk. Lying In the confusion of papers on the desk was an unfinished letter. McDade must have snatched it hastily from the typewriter before he went out on the story; or after he came in. Dearest: the letter read, By the time you yet this you may have been amply repaid for the scare you yave me last week. I hardly think you've fallen for it though, because you know what a journalistic liar I've become: In that case you may have had more than a suspicion, sweetheart, that the Utter 1 sent last night was a plain farce. But you must admit my bitter denunciation of you was rather convincing. Women are intuitive and have the faculty of readintj between the lines With studied care old Wilton took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. Lafferty always swore that Wilton brushed away tears. "That explains everything," Wilton muttered slowly. "He knew. He fcneiu, while the othors only guessed." The unfinished letter dropped from Wilton's fingers to the floor. It lay there with edgos curled upwards like mocking Angers. "You think she read between the lines," breathed the night editor tonelussly "By God. boy, she didn't.'" A newsroom is calm after the deadline, like the calmness that follows a storm. The quietness was doubly Intensified now by the dumb misery in every man's eyes and the pity in his heart. Lafferty said Wilton seemed to crumple together. ' He went back to his desk and sank limply into the chair, mouth working soundlessly. Ogden stood like a graven image in the middle of the aisle, hurt bewilderment still upon his faoe. Tragedy, pain and suffering were not new to him. But up to now he had regarded death with clinical detachment; until tonight, when the ugly specter had stalked unseen through this very office. Lafferty was the first to recover his wits. Without saying a BUD LANDIS BUD: Yes . . . A: Then I act as master of ceremonies. For each tryout I prop one of the figures up in front of the microphone. BUD : I see then you Just toss the repartee over to him. A : Exactly. All I need is a Joe Miller joke book. I feed 'the gags and then pull the answers in one of my assorted accents. I can even manipulate the gong. BUD: Do tell! But haven't you forgotten the studio technicians? A: No, Indeed. You see, I'll carry on the program dialogue by talking with my fingers. BUD I That would eliminate the sound, all right. But there's the listening audience to consider. A: Shucks, the listener could snap off his radio and go to the movies, couldn't he ? BUD: Not a bad idea. Ana that leaves only you to contend with. A: Well, sure so under the circumstances, even T wouldn't have to show up. BUD: I'm in favor of that. A: And you could Just mail me the prize money check out to the house. SOUND: BONO: Bargain Hunters! Mexico 'Coming Into Own" As Tourists. Discover Its Wonders ON THAT night ten years ago Bill McDade sat at his typewriter plucking away Industriously. The rest of the staff was in misery, but McDade was oblivious to the suffocating atmosphere pressing downward like a heavy pall. He must have been writing, something that grazed his sense of humor. A villainous briar was clamped between his teeth, but his lipi were twisted into a half grin. Whatever it was he had been writing, McDade stopped at once when Ogden, who was night city editor then, called his name. With the grin still on his face he walked up to the city desk. "Just got a tip from the Janitor up at the Arcadian Apart-p ments," said Ogden. He swung around on his swivel. "Believe It's exclusive. Some young artist woman took a fool notion to fall off a third story balcony and get killed. Don't know whether it's suicide or an accident." In an instant Ogden was busy with the proofs on his desk. He failed to see what Lafferty saw. Lafferty was at the switchboard behind Ogden. He saw McDade wilt suddenly, as if the heat had got him all at once, and the grin had vanished like magic from his Hps. Then some district reporter on the phone was clamoring for attention. When Lafferty finally looked up from the plugs. McDade had gone. The first intimation anyone had of McDade'a return was when Lafferty heard the mad clatter of the reporter's typewriter over in the corner where he had his desk. McDade usually wrote fast and furiously, but now he was pound-lng the keys like a stenographer V (one berserk. vas. It was a life slzo portrait of a young woman in a white evening dress. Regan looked from the ousel to , LalTerty. "An' you'd be asking me that, Laffy?" he reproved mildly. "Can't you .see what it is?" "I know, Regan. I know," suiil the newspaperman wearily. "What I moan is, what Is It doing here? This is no studio." "Oh," the cop brightened. "The janitor told me she was flnlshin' the picture here because her studio's way down town. The girl doln' the modelin' is havln' trouble with her appendix or some-thin'. She lives close by here somewhores an' can't do too much runnln' around. They was to finish the picture tonight so she could go to the hospital tomorrow." A NOISE at the door brought Regan and Lafforty spinning about. The door swung open. A dark-haired young woman in a pale blue dress halted abruptly on the threshold. She was slim, strikingly beautiful, and vaguely familiar. "What arc you doing here? What what has happened?" She was plainly startled at the sight of the coutlcss newspaperman and the uniformed cop. Regan and Lafferty were speechless. They stood ther e like idiots, staring at her. But even In his bcfuddlcmcnt Lafferty noticed the tiny brushes tho girl held In her left hand. ' A frown of impatience tinged with apprehension, gnthcred on the young woman's brow. "What is it? Where la Dorothy?'-"Dorothy?" echoed Lafferty. "Yes. I was delayed down at the studio, but Dorothy has a key. She was to come at ten to get some rest before starting to pose. But why am I telling you all this? Miss Wlnert is my model." Then the girl's worried eyes wandered to the sprawled figure on the clivnn. "Bill!" she cried. "Bill! Oh, don't toll mo he's hurt!" She ran past Regan and Lafferty and dropped to her knees at the divan. Lnfferty's legs threatened to collapse under him, but he managed to reach the telephone over in the corner. As ho dialed his number he heard Regan say: "There's nothln' wrong with 'lm, Miss now." "For God's sake!" barked Laf-lerty weakly when Ogden came on the phone. "Stop the presses! The dead woman is Dorothy Wlnert, a model. Not Dora Wayne . . What? ... Of course I'm sober . . . Yeah . , . Scared of an impending operation. And cut out that letter business entirely even the fragments . . . Yep, I'm : at the apartment now . . , What li she doing?" Lafferty turned around toward the divan. Dora Wayne had her arms around McDade. She was kissing him, shaking him gently, and then kissing him again. "What Is she doing?" echoed LalTerty. "She's resurrecting a dead man!" CopvriKhl, I9A. the envelope caught his eye and held it. Miss Dora Wayne! Why, this must be tho fatal missive! A low exclamation of astonishment fell , from Lafforty's Hps. McDade had forgotten to send it! Unless Lafferty turned around. "Regan," he asked excitedly, "were there any bits of paper, like a torn-up letter, around the body?" Regan scratched his head thoughtfully. "I was one o' the first there," he said. "I didn't see any, an' there wasn't no wind to carry 'em away." The other straightened up, putting the letter in his hip pocket "What's that over there?" he asked, pointing across the room. In front of tho fireplace stood an easel bearing an unfinished can- to that of tho Egyptians, tho Chaldees and the early Greeks. Those peoples developed amazing arts and crafts, reared mighty temples, towers and pyramids, which today are tho problem of historians. They had a written 'language of hieroglyphics and the examples of sculpture and painting reveal an art consciousness far beyond anything of the time. In engineering, In architecture and In science, these Mayans, forebears of the Tollecs and tho Aztecs, left Indisputable evidoncea of their achievements. The ruins of the vast Temple of the God of Rain, not far from Mexico City, with the adjacent pyramids of the sun and of the moon, indicate a mighty metropolis once flourished here. Mexico, our southern neighbor, takes one back to tho dawn of time It is as foreign In language, In atmosphere, as any of the countries of Europe Is picturesque In customs and Inhabitants and amazing In lis variety. It Is a grand pluce for a winter holiday. live fowls laid 027 eggs in Dl weeks. Twenty-three contests were conducted by agricultural colleges In America last year, and according to the American Poultry Journal Hudson's entry has the distinction of having been the highest Columbia Rock pen and also the highest Individual pen record for all contests. Hudson has won many blue ribbons on his pet hobby, and has fought his way to heulth and happiness In the bargain. NO, SUH! SOUTH HAS NO CORNER ON COON HUNTS COON huntin' is a fine art 'round about Sacramento that Is If you "know how." says W. A Wilson and Jack Mcehan, of that city, who recently bagged five raccoons In two hours. With thnli- prize coon dugs the iiulr went out In the Mnkch:m:ie river district one afternoon re-.cently and the dogs treed five In almost no time "It's easy when you know where lo get them." Wilson said. "In the east coons stay in wooded sections, but In California they bed down In marsh" and briar sections." "Hides are valued at $3 and $4 each." he said, "while the carcasses bring about seventy-five cents from those who like the meat. THROUGH lJullmttii trums brlnts ancient Mexico City within four days of the Pacific Const oltios Steaming down the roost to Acapulco are comfortable steamers at froquent Intervals. Passengers leave the ship at this port, procood by motor curs over excellent hlghwa"a to the capital situated 7000 feet above the sea under the snow-capped summit of mighty Popocatepetl. After several days In Mexico City the return is made to the coast, touching the beautiful cities of Cuer-navaca and Guadalajara. The ride by train from Guadalajara to Manzanlllo Is through magnificent mountain country over a spectacular ploce of railroad building passing the quaint city of Teplo and Tequila, surrounded by miles of plantations growing the type of cactus from which the potent liquor of the same name Is made. To the studont of history and ethnology, as well as to the casual pleasure-aoeklng visitor, Mexico Is fascinating. Centuries before the Spanish Conquistadors came it had a civilization comparable QUESTIONS WERE ANSWERED, BUT- UNIVERSITY of California pro-feasors at Berkeley are trying to decide whether or; not collegians are working with their tonguos In their cheeks or well "or something." "Cortalnly the answers to some examination paper questions couldn't be written by stupid students -but listen to this," said one Instructor giving the following examples:' A 'hot cargo" is a "shipment ot chorus girls!" The Time ot Henry IV was "be tween Henry III and Henry V." The Christian era 'was a Romun goddess who was con verted." . lo the question "What gives ua our rights and what takes them away?" one student answered: "God gives them to us and the Democrats lake them away " HENS BRING HEALTH AND WEALTH TO HIM TO KEEP himself from thinking of himself, Olen C. Hudson, San Diego, youthful victim of Infantile paralysis, started raising chickens and finds that even so small a thing can lead to fame. He has now achieved honors for hit Columbia Rock fowls In a national . egg laying contest held at Mountain Grove., Mo., where a pen of Others In the office took notice then and looked up. They saw McDade leaning over his machine with a face deathly white, his Angers working like pistons. Not once did he glance up from his copy; not even to light the pipe lying on the pulled-out board of his desk. Lafferty probably was the first to realize something was wrong. He missed very little that went on in the office, just as he missed little going on outside of It. He's still a hellion for details, Is Lafferty. And like an elephant, he never forgets. He said McDade seemed to grow thinner as he watched; that the poor chap's very blood seemed to be draining from his veins as If to moisten the type chattering madly across the pages of copy. That's the way Lafferty put It He studied Journalism at a university, and hasn't yet been able to rid himself of such things. IT WAS close to midnight when McDade handed his copy to Ogden, together with the cut lines for the photograph he'd already sent in to the art department Ogden fell upon the copy voraciously. Time and time again he poised his murderous blue pencil as though to slash out a word CLASSIFIED MANUSCRIPTS WANTED WHIIO: omOINAl POCMI, IONOI MMM Pblkai. Da. R. ftwlu SMl . PonW. On PERSONAL PaRIEF rOR EPILIPTICJI Dwdt Mr to nW for boftwnd mfliU borne wxt thnmii filled All Him umffd Mr. Oo. DempMer. ApL 4. 64IOO Ulimw Btal Hat DetrnL Mioa Help Kidneys Don't Take Drastic Drug tour Kirineyi contain u million liny tubra or nitty hiefa mar andanter! by nealeet or draatie. irritat-ng drum Ha oarWul If functional Kidney or Bladdar 'luorrWi mac you fuller from Utttitu Up NihU Narvotuneaa, 1 a Pep. Irv Pniru. Hheomalir Paina Duuneaa. Cirrte fluler Kym Nmiralna. Aetditr HurniM. 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