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TU ESDAV, NOVEMBER 21, 1 950 THE REGISTER-NEWS MT. VERNON, ILLINOIS IS PRISCiLLA'S POP 'I AL i FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS i MAUD'S tzxm, is Tye NEW TOPIC OF IY BLOSSER ATTRACTIVE fS SHE? AND HERE TMOU6MT ALL I'D HAVE TO WORRy ABOUT THIS SEMESTER, AS YOU WERE (GLANCES THROUGH THE FILES OF THE REGISTER AND THE NEWS) 55 Years Ago Today John Moore, a brakeman on the local freight train, met with what may prove very serious injuries while making a coupling at Drivers. Ed T. Jean, manager of J. M.

Jean and Sons poultry house, left for New York on business. 40 Years Ago Today Herbert R. Kingman, for a number of years superintendent of the Citizens Gas, Electric and Heating Company, has tendered his resignation. J. Q.

Neal, aged 50, and Hazel Thompson, aged 18, were married today. 35 Years Ago Today The Mt. Vernon basketball team defeated McLeansboro 49 to 24 last night. 30 Years Ago Fred Krieckhpcs is planning to open a grocery store at the old Moss stand on north Ninth street. The Sanitary Baking Company of this city has purchased the New Home Bakery of Marion.

25 Years Ago Today A fine poultry show in which about 800 birds were exhibited is being closed today. The Register-News has purchased another linotype to add to its battery of typesetting machines. 20 Years Ago Today The meeting of Marion Lodge Number 13, I. O. O.

last night will long be remembered by all privileged to attend for it marked the merging of Prairie Lodge No. 397, and Marion Lodge, and was the occasion of special honor conferred on T. J. Matthews, who was presented with an honorable veteran's jewel for 50 years a member In the order. 15 Years Ago Today Harold Myers, son of Mr.

and Mrs. W. B. Myers and Miss Alice Kaufman, daughter of Mr. and Mrs.

R. O. Kaufman, were married yesterday morning at 11 o'clpck at the St. Mary's rectory. An important change in business was announced today, the Whitlock Sales Company, 126 north Ninth street, being purchased by Chris Johnson and son, Clifford, from Jesse Whitlock.

10 Years Ago Today Mt. Vernon's Rams pushed Cen- tralia's Redbirds all over Trout Field.yesterday afternoon but the Birds took advantage of a fourth quarter scoring chance to nip Coach Doxie Moore's men 7 fo 6 by the margin of the extra point. Richard Earl Ballard, 14- months old son of Mr. and Mrs. R.

E. Ballard of 318 south Eighth street, won a loving cup at the Spanish War Veteran's Auxiliary Baby Show at which he was judged to be the most handsome boy. The Jefferson County Board of Supervisors and members of the Building Committee agreed in a special meeting today to sell the old county jail site located at Ninth and Harrison' streets to Kenneth Bayer, Mt. Vernon automobile dealer. The rededication of the Little Grove Church of Christ, founded in 1838, will be held at the church near Walnut Hill next Sunday, I November 24.

5 Years Ago Today Dr. George P. Rutledgp, pastor of the Central Church of Christ, will deliver the annual Thanks- giving Day sermon at Community services Thursday morning in the First Methodist church. Nine young men from Mt. Vernon and Jefferson county were called up for mcuctlon last night.

John Kristics and Brean Greer of Benton and Du Quoin have been indicted for building two night clubs, one near Benton and the other near Du Quoin, identified as the "Clover Leaf" and "Tiny's Night Club" in alleged violation of wartime restrictions on use of building materials. Bv Golhrnitli SOU MVjAfes BY TURNER A WOR.D Of CAUTiflid, MW LAD.MVOU'RE rO BE UP SO SOON. WITH TWO BfcOKEU LEGS. 60 EASV ON THEM 1 AND HER BUDDIES BY MARTIN RUTH MILLETT By RUTH MILLETT NEA Staff Writer SUBSTITUTE 'OUR' FOR 'MY' IN THE MARRIAGE VOCABULARY An indignant wife writes: "Please tell me in your column what a woman should do when she learns that her husband, in order to make people think he is better off financially than he really is, leads to believe that the property his wife has inherited is HIS property. "He gets angry when I tell people the truth about whose property it really Is." That's easy but you probably won't like my answer.

Stop calling it "my" property, even when there is no one around you want to know "the truth." You'd resent it, wouldn't you, if your husband labelled every cent he earns "my" money? Well, he has just as much right to resent your going around talking about "my" property, instead of "our" property. As for your hating to see your husband enjoy a prestige you think he hasn't earned entirely on his own, I think that's a shabby attitude for a wife to take. WIFE SHARES IN HUSBAND'S PRESTIGE Every wife ought to want her husband to look as "big" as possible to othr people. Anything she can contribute toward making him look "big" she would do gladly. After all, she shares in any tige he has.

Why in the world would you, if you love your husband, prefer to have people think that you're the family big shot and that without your money your husband wouldn't amount to much? Think it over and see if you wouldn't both be happier if you started thinking in terms of "our" instead of "my." Marriage isn't a real partnership unless money is a mutual possession. And that goes for husbands as well as for wives. COM). 19S0 BY HIA SERVICE, T. M.

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H-ZJ 'Miss Sinkson, how about closing school for a week or I think we're getting bored with each JB phz. FORMER By Edwin Ruff i xxvni WINWOOD, a chattery, vapid woman, monopolized on the afterdeck as Northcott's cruiser slid smoothly down the river. And she also monopolized Dan Reagan for she averred openly, she had "fallen in a big way." She nicknamed him Handsome Dan, and Reagan, after one embarrassed glance at Ede, handled the situation with surprising aplomb. "Handsome Dan?" he said. "Isn't that the name of the bulldog they use for a mascot at Yale? I'm flattered and insulted, half and half." "I like your big Irishman," Gil Summerfield said to Ede later.

"Dan's swelL" said Ede warmly. I "He's certainly been a good friend jto the Freys." "He's lucky." They had stopped lat the rail and Gil looked down at jthe smooth water, pewter-colored now, screaked with crimson from the dying sun. "He's in a position to be a friend." i Again Ede sensed that undercurrent of seriousness in his voice. "Gil," she said suddenly, "you i seem to haw something on your 1 "Not a thing." Hie eyes were (still on the water. "Nothing but little sparse hair." "Your hair," Ede said, "is almost luxurious.

It's your attitude ithat worries me." "Sorry, lady," Gfl Bt a cigaret and flipped the burnt match side. "But I dont know what you're talking about," After dinner there was a bridge game and this seemed to be the element of the horse-laced Mr. Winwood. Partnered with his wife, he played against Mrs. Northcott and Gil Summerfield.

And Jt coon itovsAnpnd ioto an, Copyright 1990 bf MCA Santo, At the first mention of bridge, Dan Reagan had stated his position flatly. He didn 't know the first thing about the game; had never played. He hoped this fact would not cramp anybody's style. "Not at all," Northcott said cordially. "We are seven, as the poet says.

Not enough for two tables. Besides, I've things to do around the boat. I couldn 't play myself." It left Ede and Reagan free to prowl about A LOW moon, like a pale disc, was climbing slowly into the black vault of the sky. It cast a feeble half-light over the deck, a struggling beam that made little headway against the dark shadows. Ede, stretched full-length in her chair, inhaled a deep breath of tangy sea-air.

"Like cruising, Dan?" she asked. He laughed. "I've never done much of it But Vm liking this cruise, if that's what you mean." "You ought to like Her voice was teasing. "You made a conquest this afternoon. Mrs.

Winwood is practically your slave." "That woman?" Reagan said, in digust. "She's the one note." "Dan, you're absolutely ungrateful. After all the nice things she said. Right to your face, toot" "This world," Reagan almost growled. "It's nuts." She smiled.

"Poor Danl You sound thwarted. been depriving you She said it carelessly, banteringly. The next instant she regretted her tone. Reagan was leaning forward in his chair. "Do you have to ask me that?" be said.

She saw that he was serious, desperately serious. Almost timidly she put a hand on his wrist. "No, Dan. I don't" She looked I away. "Why do things have to get so terribly complicated?" it tl touch of her fingertips.

Or the pale glow of the moon. Or the way her face was turned just then, profile toward him, lips parted slightly. She never knew. But Reagan caught her, suddenly, is his arms. Then his lips were pressed hard against hers and his arms, around her slim shoulders, were like bands of steel.

He let her go almost at once, as if some quick thought flashing through his mind had brought him to his senses. She felt his arms relaxing, felt them leave her shoulders altogether. She sat up, conscious of Reagan's big body, trembling; of a queer regretful look in the eyes that stared at her out of shadow. And conscious, too, of something else. A vague indefinite sound, a whisking movement, from somewhere on the darkened deck behind them.

TJEAGAN said finally, in a tow strained voice, 'm sorry. I guess I just forgot myself." "There's nothing to be sorry about, Dan," Ede said slowly. he seemed to feel that words, explanations, were called for, "I seem to help it 'm a liar, of course. I didn't want to help it. When a guy's as much in love with "Dont regret it Dan.

Because to regret." He muttered, "I suppose fixed my wagon now. Torn everything wide open." Ede took his hand suddenly. wanted to help him, if she could His contrition was genuine, boyish even. And yet, there was nothing much she could say. What she did say seemed inadequate, even to her.

"There's nothing to worry about, Dan. It doesnt change anything." "You mean "I mean," Ede said, a little desperately, "that I still don't know." For just a second, it seemed to Ede that a faint scent of perfume hung there in the darkness. So faint as to be little more than suggestion. And then a puff of wind, whipping over the starboard rail, blew even the suggestion.