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April 3, 1939

The Mason City Globe-Gazette from Mason City, Iowa · Page 13

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, APttlL 3, ROOM AND BOARD t U By GENE AHERN . . _ NOT OWLY Gives A. GRAND TWO- ; ALSO INCLUDES OUCK- 1 PRIVILEGES iu THE. FAi-U \ -- ' ,ff~~- I W6S OUT TO TUCA.V\p' : VESTERDAV fcND StW TUOUSbHDS- Or DUCKS FUV1MG HOPCTW ,-B.ViUT" VJtKT FOR 6. LINE OSCE MO\ . GUY SE\_UMG ·OIL LM1D !- U6 HfcO h\£ WASMT EVEH IVt BeEVl OUT IN THAT SECTION t)^o ITS «J_ eMWAP 1 .--- WUOD \V»1T TO SPENO TH=\P. veKriotM v People of the Philippines I--THE MOROS Seven thousand and eighty- three islands! That is the number in the Philippines. Most of them are so small and bare that no people live on them, but 2,441 have been given names. A few of the islands are of good size, and all of them together would make a mass oE land one and a half times as large as Great Britain. The population is about 13,000,000 by latest census mate. esti- Moro bride with her husband. The bride's face has been covered with white paint. The people of the Philippines are mostly brown-skinned. Malays, whose ancestors came from the mainland of Asia. One large island is only 210 miles from the coast of China, and thousands of Chinese have mixed with the natives as traders and settlers. The general name for the natives is "Filipinos," but some groups have special names. The Moros might be called the '·bad boys" o£ the Philippines. The/ have stirred up trouble of one kind or another for centuries. In olden days they were fond of sailing to nearby islands to make sudden attacks, and carry away prisoners as slaves. They have tried (his sort of tiling in modern times, but white soldiers have held them in place fairly well. Another reason for trouble has been religion. The Moros are Mo- hammedans, and do not get alon° well with the Christian Filipino;," Living on a number of th- southern islands, the Moros have kept many of their old, strange customs. If you were to attend a wedding in a Moro village, you probably would not think the bride very beautiful. She would have her face painted a chalky white, and this would largely spoil whatever beauty nature might have given her. Very likely she would wear false fingernails, made o£ silver, and' perhaps two inches long. The Moro bride stands with her back toward the bridegroom when the wedding starts. Then she lets him slowly, but surely, win her favor. Many Moro villages are 1 built over the water, the houses standing on stilts. Bamboo bridges join the villages with the shore. Chiefs of the Moro tribes are known as "dates." They, and a few other leading men," are the only ones who are allowed to let mustaches grow. One bad custom of the Moros is known as "juramentado." We may translate it as "running wild." A man suddenly decides he is going to die killing Christians. He shaves off his eyebrows, dresses in red or white clothing, and goes to a Mohammedan priest to take an oath. Then he runs to a village of Christian Filipinos, and strikes with a long knife at all in his path. Deeds of this sort have been nearly ended by laws which punish any priest who gives the oath. (For Travel section of your scrapbook}. The leaflet "Home and the Olden Bomaus" may be had by sending a. 3c stamped return envelope to me in care of this paper. Tomorrow: Odd Ways ot Certain Tribes. (Co[ir! E lit 1S39. Publishers S ) '/// 23 -.1 DAILY CROSSWORD PUZZLE ^ . ·'**·. '// x4 3 ^ I/ /^J 36 ^ /3 '//. ^ '//, Y//, '//. AA 6/ 4 y //. 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Like a flash his fist went out and connected with the paw o£ the workman who was lifting the flag that was the signal for Clark's jump. Weak as Jim was from his recent injury, the flag sagged in its upward swing and he grabbed it.as it fell. "Play out that slack," he ordered (lie man at the post, who looked at him, amazed. "I'm giving orders now. What's the matter, are you paralyzed? Play out that slack!" The fellow still stared uncertainly. Behind them the crowd surged forward, and someone began to call for a policeman. With J a quick movement Jim pushed aside the workman and began tugging at the post with his own hands. ''Listen, you." 1 The fellow he had hit came at him then with a rush. "What in hell do you think this is? Will you get out of here or will I throw you out?" "I'm not going to see Clark murdered," Jim whipped back at him, and Lona screamed again as the man lifted his fist suddenly for a blow. Jim whiled just in time, and a blue-coated policeman stepped between the tv.-o of them. "Arrest him!" the fellow yelled "Get him outa here. He's a nut; Thinks he's the boss or somethin'." "You've got to listen to me, officer!" Jim's face was so white Lona was afraid he might faint. His eyes were pleading. "I'm trying to keep them from making a mistake. They'll kill Martin if they let him jump at this tension, "l know, I tell you--" "He's the guy that's been in the hospital. That crack on his head musta set him nuts. Get him outa here, will you. so we can go on with this test. Clark's a waitin'--" "Better beat it, fellow," the policeman ordered good naturedly 'These boys must know what they're doing. Come on, I don't want to arrest you. Stand back now." "I tell you it's murder! You've got to listen to me!" Jim's fists were doubled into white knots his eyes were hunted-looking now. 'Send somebody up and eet Clark down here." he begged. "He'll tell you I'm right--" "Clark gave us the word to go ahead. Come on, now. Get outa herer Hhe m3n w!tl the flag, secure in the policeman's presence swelled again with importance. He shoved Jim back suddenly, and again lifted his hand to signal the drummers. For a moment Jim hesitated, and Lona could, see him steeling himself for what had to be done He looked her way, his face white as chalk. There was pleading in that glance, as if he were begging her forgiveness. "You've got lo listen to me!" Ke clutciied at the policeman's arm and there was a new note in his voice that froze the group about him to attention. "I know what I-m taking about. I'm Jim Rankin! I saw a man killed in one of these nets before--out in Colorado. I'm Rankin, I tell your , . . Rankin! Does that mean anything to you?" There was silence for a moment, and Lona shut her eyes, unable to bear the sisht of the reaction that must come. This. then, was the end of everything. All her plans all her worries. He'd go to prison! Shed be alone. "Rankin!" The policeman found his voice, finally. "Who the hell-you mean you're the guy--Rankin! He stared as recognition came to him. "Rankin!" The men ab»ut him look up the name. "He's Rankin. The guys that's wanted--Rankin!" '·There's too much tenson on that net." Jim kept to the point ·He 11 bounce and break his neck. Its got to be played out." He strode to the guy post and the men about it fell back respectfully. They stared at him as he busied himself with the fastenings of the spreading web which loosened and sagged perceptibly as he worked. Nobody made any attempt to stop him. They seemed to be stupified by the magic of his name. "What's the signal for the men on the other side?" he demanded of the workman who still held the white signal flag clutched in his hand, waiting. The man gulped and held up both hands. "Ones to tighten, two's lo plav j her out. he recited like a pup in ! school being tested by the teacher. Without another word Jim stood erect and held up both hands in the air. An answering wave came from across the water and the spider web fagged still f a r t h e r . , For another long tense moment I Jim worked over the post. Then! he stood back. ' "She's ready," he ground out. tersely. "Let 'er go!" He stood stiffly erect while the white nag was waved in an arc over the post. The policeman, who had recovered from his surprise edgea nearer to him, until he was standing at his side when the drums under the bridge began to roll. Watching, Lona caught her breath m sick realization that blotted out for her the drama of what was about to happen. "Jim!" she heard herself whispering over and over again. "Jim!" There was another moment of silence so tense it seemed every beat of the rolling drums must crack it wide open. Up on the platform the little figure that was Clark Martin stood rigid as a i diver awaiting his cue, and then | stepped off, suddenlv, into thin i air. He seemed lo come down almost I slowly and Lona recalled for a sickening second, the glimpse she had of Jim making that same de- j PAROOUSKJPPEB t°° WITH THAT .. .'»·...JF'VA SBE. A NB«T IN THIS SSA eosw. YOU M MVMOS DEA. OO -ro JU^T So AK1D BUOOY, 8TM oeaoes TO OR1VJ MATTERS TO eEABLETcTBEFW VOU TOR WATS TO ;GH / H 37SS YOUfc ITS PT20OABIVTWE f l I IN WE FOOL-fn.!. topacK.- uf sncf. home.-- ACHED FCKZ TWODAVS It maybe, on/u 3 iini£ bump, but. £TTA doesn't. rea/n what a THIS IS MCRLIN'S DEN, ALL RIGHT- THERE'5 HIS DIPLOMA FROM THE SCHOOL Of BUCK MAGIC NOW'S OUR CHANCE "TO LEARN HOWTO CHANGE MY FAMILY BACK FROM STONE WELL/ WHADDA THAVS MOREOFMORUN'S WORK/ THAT '5 THE ROYAL SCHEMETO K?OWNTHEM HAVING RULED, OAKY, THEMSELVES IN THE DEN" OF THE MAD VOU'VE LOSF THEM, VDU BLUNDERING APE.'- tET'S GET OUT OF HERE BEFORE WE CRACK UP' 1 WIL MUE, TRX11INS BHCK'S PLANE IN ANOTHER SHIP. LOSES S16HT OF HISQOARW WHEK BRADFORD DUCKS THROUGH A DENSE CLOUD BANK BUTCH TOLD WE IF I'D BUT HE DtONT ADD YOU'D GO OUT HORIZON L TO BE BUK1ED' NO! THE LOW RAT! HE'S THE KILLER AN' WHEN I FINISH TALKIN'.YOU'LL HAVE EVIDENCE TUH SEND THE HULLOF HISGAN6TUHTHE HANGMAN'S TREE I'LL, JUST WHTE OUT THE HULL THING AN 1 YOU C'N SIGN IT. YOU BOYS CUT THE LAU/YER LOOSE. WE'LL KEEP ON AFTEE.THE LONERANGEE 5 AVE YER BULLETS TILL YER CLOSE ENOUGH TUH GIT HIM, DON'T KNO\V WHAT HE'S UP TO. BUT YOU'D BETTER GET HIM QUICK.' HE CAN'T GIT AWAY HE'S HEADIN' RIGHT PER TOWN. S/SCI//7S. AND TELLS THE UNCLS PHli--- I MATE TO HAVE TO SCOLD YOU, BUT BUT I CAN'T HAVE VOU FIHT1N' WITH DAPDY, / REALLV sm-L. *ICX - THINK TH15 MAU 16 T14E KID KNOWS HE!? OWN FATHER, DOesu'T \B ? DON'T FORGET, Vgo'RE TO R6AC IMPOSTOR! I'M SORFJY, UMCL6 PHI- - BUT IF YOU FEEL LIKE THAT ABOUT DADDY, YOU'LL JUST HAVE T LL RIGHT WON'T F UNTIL A HEH r FINISH U, YOU'LL YOUR MVI5H OF WPEESON4TIXI6 PATSYfe AM) THE TWO CO/HE TO BLOW'S... BEWLDESEP, BUT DUTIFUL, PAKY IMMEDIATELY DiS WITH 5CORCHY FREEZES INTO IMMOBIUTY M '" SPIES THE HUTINEER. ON THC: DECK STANDING THERE fNSIPE THE SHIP'S THERE! SUES* v^e SOT EVERYTHJN WORTH GETTIN'-' ZEUS/WftATA HAUU scent. A scream forced itself through her lips almost involuntarily, and she hid her eyes suddenly. He'd be killed, after all, her senses told her. It wasn't possible for that frail, shining web to hold. She opened her eyes again, and sat upright, as an excited shout arose, and swelled to a roar of approval. Out in what seemed like the middle of the river. Clark- Martin was sprawled ludicrously in the very surface of the tossing waters. He looked comic, his feet in the air, his hand clutching in an effort to right himself. About him spread a ripping ring that sped toward the shore in a miniature breaker. He reminded Lona irresistibly of a cork thrown on a basin of water. As she looked lie managed !o straggle to his knees on the web that was holding him and bow unsteadily to the crowd, his hands outstretched to show that he was unhurt. "Good boy, Clark," Jim's voice rose suddenly, above the crowd, and Lena's mind was jerked back to him abruptly. He still was standing at the guy post and as she struggled to open the car door and reach his side, she saw the policeman clap a hand on his shoulder. "You're wanted, Ranlun.'' lie told h i m , mattcr-of-factly. "Yru'll have to come with me. Sorry." "No, NO!" Lona clutched Jim's arm desperately. "You can't: Don't you see he's sick? He's just out of the hospital. You can't take him this way.''' Her voice rose and the crowd turned from Clark to listen, avidly. "Steady, girl!" Jim's deep voice was calm. His hand was on her shoulder. ''That's no good--" "Oh, Jim! Why did you have to do it? You can't go to prison! 1 won't let you!'' "Please, girl." He was so calm and pitying. "I'll have to go I through with it now." i "I'm going with you! I won't let ; you go alone. They'll have to lake me. too!'' ; "You'd better go home. girl. i Back to Mr?. Morriss. 1 won't be away from you long. Clark'll ar- range ball and then we can plan--'' "Bail!'' She s h r a n k and covered her face. It was beginning all over again, then. The same ugly route she had traveled with daddy. Arrest, and then bail, ;uid lawyer* and--hopes . . . And then " tiic tnal and the relentless conclusion! (To Be Continued) DISSOLVES BUSINESS LAKE .MILLS--Al Hngcn. i n a n i agcr of tiic Gricscmcr Harness shop the past two years ;m- ; nounced t h a t the simp will di: continue business after May 1 Sheriff Gives Too Good an Exhibition How Handcuffs Work A.MAU1LLO, Tex. (JP/--Sheriff Guy Tierce o£ Clarendon was demonstrating to a friend how he shackles prisoners to himself. He f i i n p p c d one side of a pair of j l i n n d L - u f f s to his own wrist, the ; other to tiie friend's. They wouldn't con-.c ntf. Pierce and his "prisoner'' had tn drive licjc to have liicm removed by a

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