The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas on June 24, 1931 · Page 6
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Blytheville, Arkansas
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Wednesday, June 24, 1931
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t 'AGU SIX BLYTHEVTI.LP. (ARK.) COURIER NEWS Machine Makes "Waffle" of Farm Land to Stop Erosion The U. S. Department of A . mcnt, used in battling crc.sion, h<-a\7 rains. fri nillurr's l;\lcit- nirclianical arma- is shuun above preparing a Held /or : Ky NEA Strike WASHINGTON, D. C.—Invention of i farm implement which leaves a farmer's field looking much like a gigantic waffle Is announced by U. S, Department ol Agrlcul- as its newest contribution to washing away after heavy rains. R. H. Davis, soil erosion specialist nt Ihe Port Hays, Knn,, agricultural experiment station, Is the inventor of the nameless machine. Wlih the help of shopman E. N. Canady, he built the only one tn existence so far. The machine Is equipped with a set of cultivator shovels 1 which work up nnd down as the machine moves j forward, scooping out dirt and leaving holes lo catch the runoir water, lo.MO to Ihe Acre The holes alternate with piles ol dirt dropped between each hole by the shovels. As now constructed the machine leaves about 10,000 holes lo the nere, each having a capacity of two or three gallons of water. Although the holes collectively lni[>ound a large amount of water. Davis says their grcalcsl value comes from the fact that the waier Is held still and given a chance to ;oak into the ground. Furrows, such as woul daccelerate rumjfr, are not produced. When the holes arc filled with water, the overflow must escape by zlg-zLigglng around piles of dirt. Tills results in 1 slowing down the rale of How. Other TjHfs of Machine A set of regular cultivator-shovels precedes the digging shovels and can be used In case the laltcr do not destroy all the weeds, Mr. D.i- vis explains. The digging shovels destroy (he furrows of the cultivator shovels. The machine can be used for ro\v crojw and ns a surface tillage Implement when the field is to be left fallow. This machine is still in Ihe experimental stage, but Mr. Davis British Building 40 Passenger FlyingfBoat WEDNESDAY, JUNE 24, 1931 the flghl to save surface soil from expects that Improvements will be Which means (hat U Is belnj bull! I tribute to the Ill-fatsd dirigible, by the Victors company and equip- i R-101, which crashed during a slm- |W(1 wilh Rolls-Royce "Biimrd" i liar voyage. motors of the supermirlne type. i Although built almost entirely lo.Crube al 145 M. H. II. ! of stainless steel, the Vickers sea- Altlioiigh. the craft will have np- j plane Is claimed to be unusually pi'uxlmntely tne same horse-power light and efficient in design. Witli o« (lie UO-x. It will have only six ' a full complement of passengers engines—half the number used by and crew, Its cruising range will bo J,™ , r '"" n 1)!ane ' ' Ihe >' arc <>''».- t»ly f-botil 1000 miles. But if no COO horsepower each, and will be passengers are carried, it is cxpect- inounled In four naccls above the til to lw easily capable of crossing huge single wing. Maximum speed the Atlantic without a slo;>. is expected to be about 145 miles an hour, and the cruising range ; 120 miles an hour. According 10 Brigndicr-Oeneral W. Caddell, of the Vickers company, accommodations are bein? made for 40 passengers. In addition (o a crew of seven. But Instead of riding In crowded quarter* like those afforded by most ]!<•»• Is a kki-lch of (he Riant Vfck irs Hying boat HUH- being built for the liritkh Air Ministry. T\vn pairs of the .si* motors are inonn Ud In tandem In (lie larger, center naerls, while Ihe lv;:i motors occupy srpuralc mcels f«t (her out on (he wing. By NEA Service j air waves, loo, In point of size in I those of the Germnn Dornier DO-X, LONDON— Britain will rule the jlxmvlcr-thnn-alr cratt, when a lurja ! it will carry more passengers, in ' i new seaplane now under construe- "greater comfort and at his!;cr speed made from time to Urns.' H will t'on, emerges from its fuctory at j according to the designers. be tested on experimental plots tills season in order to compare Its efficiency with other tillage tools in preventing loss of surface soil by rain wash. Southampton. I No name lias been announced H .wilt be the largest and most' thus far for the giant linf-r, and it luxurious winged machine in in; jean 1)3 Identified now o::ly by the world. Although its dimensions ponderous tills of Vickc:s Sup:r- icrcial planes today, passengers on the- nrlllsh seaplane will have all (he comforts of an American Pnll- i man car. Hoomy sleeping berths will be provided for each passenger There is lo De one private stateroom, Meals will be served from a diner that Is a model of compact arrangement, and an observation room will be available. A covered' deck-really llie bridge of the ship —will accommodate the cnplain and two pilots. Stewards and mechanics will make up the remainder of May Visit Dominions , The liner is being built on order from the British Air Ministry and although no plans for her use liave been announced, it A flight from Engbnd will not differ very grcady from i marine Rolls-Royce Buzzard. I to India also is contemplated, as a Signature of Old British King Used in Land Suit PHILADELPHIA. Perm , 'UP) — The royal signature and seal of King Charles II of England llg- urc;i In evidence at a hearing in Die federal building before a special master to settle ihe ancient boundary dlspuie between New Jersey and Delaware. Photostat!c copies of documents hundreds of years old were m- Ircductd by Duane E. Miller, Assistant Attorney General uf New Jersey. The originals, among which was a copy of the grant of southern New Jersey to tile Duke of York, repose in the vaults a'. the New Jersey Historical Society at Trenton. , The 00-mile boundary line, over/,V v.hicli there has wax?cl a dispute' ' for more than two centuries, sep- aiates the valuable oyster beds of Delaware Bay. The case has been before the Supreme Court at various times during the past -125 years and the present hearing is before a sptcial master appointed by (hat body in an effort to settle it. fy MABEL M C ELLIOTT © 1931 BY NBA SERVICE INS nptlK pavement in West CSlh street burned under [ho soles of Llano : ISarrelt's thin shoes as she crossed • in the direction of tho apartment building she called home. Tall it .• was, its dirty yellow brick facade laced will) this iinlniasinallvo delall ot Innumciable fire escapes. Llanc tarried a limp paper hag In one hand; In this were tho rolls for ; lunch. The curve ot her left arm embraced n package containing let" tuce,' n few tomatoes and ii Jar of prepared salad dressing, UD In llio box-like room which sorvcil the Barretts as combination living ami dlutng quarters llie air l:3il a dead, slilllus quality. One • of those much discussed early heat waves had descended on llie cily. Llane. IS. tall and lissome as a young Venus, now throw her red . hat upon llio disguised cot bed, her bundles 01: Iho drop leaf (able nnd herself Into a wicker chair. She .llicn announced ".I'm dead!" In n .- voice surprisingly vilnl. . Indeed tho girl looked nmazlsgly alive on tills exhausting day. Her / bronze-gold hair, allowed to grow ;.( shoulder-length, was caught In nn '• crignging knot at tho nape ot her neck. It curled nnd scalloped it.-elf about a face tho color of a sun- l:Iss«d peach. Her thin dress fined her charmingly and, since- it was sleeveless, lent'an air o! fictitious : coolness. "I'm dead." Llane continued, catching up-her parcels, and going lalo (he kitchencf. Here she surveyed wilh some distaste llie sink, (he tiny cupboard, the slove with its three burners, the battered oil- riolh on Ihe shelves. She longed for Ihe liilz and nllentive waiters, for cool drinks In lall glasses—aud tho had tills Instead! • • * molher. sitting nt nn old- fashioned sewing machine nno corner of tlio living in LIANE BARRETT -- ----....,,(, room i looked up. slRhed, nnd ,11,1 not rc . r!y. Yards ot slear.y --allow male- rial billowed around her and as she pressed her foot with energy the iiiotor hummed and Iho yellow stuff resolved itself Inlo a costume. Cass Harrelt's coslume, in fact. for."The Mark of Man." a so-called hlgh- hrov.- drama playiaj (hat week at the Nev.- Art Theater, far uptown. Cass was 45 years old, still slka. Mill faintly elegant. In a kindly light she could pass for 35. Not at this eiact momenl, perhaps, in her faded blue'dressing gown wish her hair screwed up on lop of her head EO; that Ibe roots showed dark and the ends unnaturally golden. No today Cass ; looked all of her 45 years, nut the light was harsh and Cass was tired, beset by many worries. The summer, bane of the player's life, yawned emptily ahead of her. Always before this sho nad managed somehow to pack Llane "ft 10 the country. But (here was no such prospect this year. Now Llano was out of school, out of that convent to which Cass had so-astonishingly managed to send her all these years, and summer In the torrid small apartment stretched herore them. Suujmcr,.vtlih no iob rcss. She salil, •'Luncheon's scrvoil, mother," and put it down noisily on tlid green (able. "r.oruy, I hato to thinV of Ihnt long afternoon at Willabaugh's," tho girl went on. "My fcot do nche so and It Is PO hnnl to sell anything to the terrible women who aro Just 'looking'! 11 • * • TTEIl motlior nodded In sym•*"*• ratby. "1 know, my pet. It's dreadful, but when Mrs. Crontn spoko lo mo alwiit tho part-time work this week I thought ivo'd better snatch at it. After all. It's only afternoons and you can put by n bit o( monoy for later." "I know I ought to bo glad ot the chance," Mane sighed, sipping her tea. "Somehow I can't get excilci about It." When the girl came to say good by a fow minutes later her mother looked at her admiringly. "That red thing's nice on you," she said nf Molly Cronin's last year's printed silk. Indeed the girl, freshened by cold %vatcr and a brushing up, looked surprisingly cool and sweet. Cass sighed again as the young feet slairs. down tlio four flights of introspect, rent to pay. food to b .'miy. r,o wonder Cass looked trim- IWcd. Her season at New Art was nearly oVer. Bile could hear Uano elaltorlnj; .. .in the kltchcnet The lap hissed -j. : jand eputtered, drawers were lustily ;_ \opened and shut, cutlery clattered •;•,;« an vasee^ tin tray. Presently :v'.IJ»a« appeared In tin doorway, " "A shame!" sho murmured. The woman gathered up tho finished robe and racked It Into an old suit ' ox. She cold-creamed her face with religious care, made up wilh meticulous Inlcntncss. brushed her . larnlshcd lu\ir until It gleamed and pressed H Into shining waves about her face. There, that was bettor! She spent five mluutcs massaging a stubborn wrinkle between her eyes. She put on a thin dirk dress that had a taguelr out-of-date air and a last year's straw hit Then Ah I lt._L_^ — !._,: TL ,.... _.• , -T ho sewing mnchlno and drew the shades nearly to the sill In nn et fort to thwart tho inroads of the relentless afternoon sun. Afler that she went down into tho baVIng slrcct. I^UMMER Is tho time, Cass mused, when ono needs money more than ever. In winter It \s possible to keep warm somehow. And cheap food Is appetizing then. It Is wbei days aro hot and nights stifling that one wanls crisp, alluring foods lo eai.'' Onn wants to dlno on i roof, high up, wilh a view ot tin river. Oh! sighed Cass, for th millionth time in her life, how dlf flciilt Is to lio poor! Nevertheless she entered stage door with a smile on her lips It was tho smllo ot ths good troup cr. Besides, worry made ono loo old. That was Iho ono ihlng Cas could not afford to do. Rehearsal hnd not yet st.irlei Sho was glad to bo early and hav time to calch her breath in th diisly coolness. C.iss had been with the .Vow ,\r for three seasons now. It was not exciting, a sort ot stock company really. Hut It was safe nnd sure. It meant bread and butter for nine months of tho year. She was'grale- ful for lhat. She honed she would bo asked to come back next season bnl—v.-cll, sho didn't know. yERNON O'DAV WELLS, the * actor manager whoso pet the New Art Theater was, thin, saturnine and Iron gray, entered to! lowed by his coterie. As always there was a. small stir at his entrance. Nods, bows, sycophantic smiles. The rehearsal be«n Veils boomed presently. "As you II know, we're clusins next week. laveu't quite shaued up plans for t'xt season hut we'll talk thai over ater." Ho waved his hand in a Ignul of dismissal. Casa looked cnrfully across at the others. • They orb all talking, laughing anlnmtcd- y. Perhaps they had already ticca sked to sign mi for next year. "Miss Barrett, Just a minute— I" Sho turned to see- Wells' secretary eckonlnghcr. "Vernon would lll;o o see you upstairs for u. minute.' 1 Cass' heart heat thickly, pound- ng BO It nlmost suffocated her. She was being let down, then 1 ; Vernon Wells waited fust inslih ho door of Ills office. Ho was talk- ng lo a, woman Cass bad never een before. A big, hlgh-bosoincd woman wearing nn old-slylc while imbroldered dress. "Ah, Miss Bnrrell! Mrs. decs- pangh wns anxious to talk to you," /ernon was saying. Cass fumbled or a chair. Those stairs had mnrto icr giddy again. Tho old faintncss was coming to overwhelm her. "Mr. Wells has been helping us with our liltlc theater group out nt IVIIlpw Strtnm." the lady hefian pompously. "He is dirccling llio company there for llie. summer and wo wondered If you would care lo oin us. I ndmlred." said Mrs. Clccspaugh. "so much your performance In Romeo and Juliet." Willow Stream! Like a cinema flashback Cass saw the tree-shaded ancs nnd blue waters of that little- owcl-llke I.ons Island village. It would mean nil (ho dlfTercnce between life nnd death for her tn invo this summer at Willow Stream. What was It llio doclor mil said? "Ought lo get out of ttie city at any cost." And sho had smiled nl him Ironically, raying ler hill. But what about Llanc'.' How could Eho leave her? * • • T»rflS. CLF.ESPAUGH wns bab- A *- 1 tiling on, She spoke or art as a high calling and mentioned S10 a week with infinite casualness. Well, thought Cass, It wag not much but it was enough. There would be shaded lanes to wnlk in ot mornings, salt nlr to breathe deeply. Oh. it was moic than enough! Cass stood up presently. Her own voice sounded unreal to her. 'It's too marvelous," she said, unsteadily. "It sounds really perfect." Even her laught«r sounded nervous, hrlltle. "I hope 1 can havo my daughter with me," sl:o hazarded. "I should bo so gl.ii! in have her out ot tlio town heat lor Iho summer." "Ob, about Llane." said Wells, seeming to remember. "There will have to bo a double box office staff npliu spark died in Cass Barrett's heart. Slio sat down, tired, like :MI old, old woman. Llane out wllli Molly and her crowd! Slio didn't like ft. Molly did well enough ns a neighbor, but for I.lane to accept her as an InMimUo hurt Cass cruelly. Molly with her hennaed l:alr mid scarlet fingertips, her iair.scz- falre. "Some friends." Cai-s shuddered at t!|is phrase, remembering the men who usually passed her on Ihe stnir.5 looking tor .Molly's flat, llookmakers in checked suits with huge, synthetic stones In (heir nccklics. Hard looking Individuals wearing greru hats. "How could Liane!" Cass murmured to herself. Poor child, it was easy to see why she had gon Lb.r.e had nu friends in N'cw York. Molly had probably offered a good lime as bull, dancing, delicious fot)d. /~*ASS set drearily about (be business of coolting her chop. She put Iho other l\vo in Ihe Icclws tor Iho nexl day. All the spice had K'mc out nf her own good news nov.'. She nte, washed up, and be- ran to get ready lo return to Ihe (heater. How strange nnd silent liio Ibt seemed without the child! She pulling on her hat when tho doorlwll rang. Three long Cass Answered and stood there rhaken as a boy in uniform handed her n note. U read: "I)?ar Mother: Please come at once to sith street. I need you. Liane." Cnss (bought her heart would burst before sho reached Ihe sub. v.'ay slntion. Five steps down, turn,' seven steps more. Ah, there v;as a train Just rounding In! Somehow r.lm got tho nickel Into Iho slol. somehow slie crowded through the turnslile. And now nlie was riray- ins—ah, God, help me lo get Ihoro! Kelp me to get there In time! All the drcidful things she had over heard of. nil llie tragic newspaper Morics of tragic happenings involv- CLIVE CLEESPAUGH ing young girls, came tnlo her poo tortured mind. Tho other p.iKen- gcrs saw only a. young-old woman In a plain blue dress, a woman who j sh , B ir , M3 cllcst . whether he'll " live or nnt I don't know hat, alivo or ilc.i:!, it's bad business." 3 woman raiiRht a glimpse of familiar rcil list in the gloom of the bar-k room. She staggered forward. "Liane, riillill" slio cried. She had the girl in her arms, sob. lilng. Cass slrnighlcncd up. Sho said lo tho young policeman standing so slrrnly ucnr by: "I am her mother. What has happened?' 1 Molly Cronin she ignored. Shane Mcfiermld eyed hor sternly. "Plenty's happened! These two were in hero tonight with a coupla tough lK>ys from downtown. One of (ho guys pulled a rod an 1 his parlncr's in Ucllcnie wilh a twisted her handkerchief until toie. Now Cass was In the slrect. run at Willow Stream. We have a f Irl nlng. running. "Oh, God, why tines . . m ^ heart pound so! My little girl!" H was a shabby hrownstone house in front of which she prcs ently stood, a house as liko as pos- Tlhlo lo olhcra In that row. There had been, sho could see, sonic con- engaged tor tho afternoons but I wondered it l.iane might not lake over llio job in the evenings." "She's Inexperienced but I'm suro slio could manage It,' 1 dips told him. "I.lane!" Mrs. Clecsbangh's magisterial dark eyes sought Cass'. "My child. She's JS." Cass rt. plained, with that surging o( rriilo which always accompanied licr explanation. Going homo sho found Iho cily almost endurable in llio reccdin,- sunllght. It was easier to be philosophic about tho heat wave iv!,,-n ono was rtorlly moving lo the Ca=s' hand went to her breast automatically in the gcslurc of terror she had so oi'le;i used on tho slase. "What's a kid like this," (he policeman continued, belligerently, "dtiin 1 out with these gorillas?" "I''n siuro I never orenmciU fusion now hein s - cleared away. A Cas3 - volco WJ15 nl , go . f , 00> n<)w . small knot of loiterers, la a Imy's how could you ever do such nioutn, the word "ambulance." a thln-<?" Her knees sagged. She ,«aid. timorously, to tho officer at [he Sho whirled on the 1:1,111 ot the law, a new ihought terrifying her. kill, these two weeks!" "St. Ann's, eh?" mused Shane lie Dcrmid, softening. He looked a Liane again. Cass continued, " know she didn't know what sho wa getting Into! It's only that she' licen working so hard—at Will: baugh'.s, you know. On her feet al day, poor child, nnd no fun after ward. And then it's been so ho' Everybody does foolish things whe It's hot." Slio was frankly plead ing now. "She has so few friend In the city and I suppose sh wanlcd a bit of excitement for one Yon know how young girls are—" "Well, sho got excitement, n rlghl." said tho policeman, noddln grimly. "And though I'm ashame lo say It, It's my own cousin here that's responsible for dragging her into this." Ho favored Molly with a baleful staro. "My own flesh nnd W HEN Mollr, •turns-raced, nui taken leav* of them Casa. very, red now, turned toward the (hea» ?r with her daughter. Llano agged along, casting occasional Tightened glances at her mother'a •liite. set face. "Mother. I'm terribly sorry—!* he began. Cass turned to her. Don't say another word." she, com- landed, in a breaking vnice. "It'a , ly fault, utterly mine. A child " iko you. In this town! It's un- hlnkable. You ought to be petted .nd coddled and protected. Instead if. boing thrown lo the wolves Mils fay. My baby." It wns better than 1 any sermon, -.lane's back straightened. Sho said* 'You'ro not to say such things, notber. - Tm old enough to stand in my own feet. It's not your fault feel a beast to have let you in for his." Coss looked at a clock In a shop hey were passing. "Heavens!" sho aid. in a spant voice. "It's only lalf-past seven. I feel as It I Lad ]&en through hours .of worry and. even now I shall be in time to play. I'lmnk goodness, I'm not on iu tbq first scene." And that was all. IJane siueezed lier arm. "Mother, you're sweet!." jlie said In a very small voice. "I'll sit out on the fire escape, 1 ' she said to Cass, when the latter rushed in to change after the first act. "It's terribly hot out front and I've seen this at least 10 times this season." She wanted to be alone In tho dark and the coolness to review tho events ot this dramatic evening. It didn't seem possible that she, Llano n.irrett, could havo been involved in such a horrible adventure. Her heart trembled to think of it. Sboi perched on the iron balcony outsido the dressing room her mother shared witlt Elsie. The noises ot the street in front came to her with, a muted quality. A flro siren . screamed and tore llirougli tho i night. Somewhere In tho f!at3 across the way a taby howled. Taxis rushed through the darkness, their brakes screaming as they; drew up al the cross slrcets. Trolley cars clanged nnd elevated trains rattled cheerfully along. It wns not cxaclly sylvan nnlet but It seemed pcaco Incarnate to the Iroubicd young girl. She thought: - "I wonder why they call it the bright face ot danger? To me danger Is anything but bright." And she shivered, remembering. When the performance was over, Llano blundered down the stalra looking for Mr. Wells. There wai « message for him, the call-boy said. He couldn't be found. At the door ot his office sho stood, door: "I—I'm Mrs. Barrett. I had | "Shc'j not—she's not under arrest? a message fiom my daughtci come to thii address." A worn face studied her keenly, somehow kindly. "Yc'll find her back Ihcre," said Ibis officer, point to Whit are yo:i going to do with her?" "Holil country. She looked nt all the ing his big thumb toward tha Into- brlghl, clean lltllo shops almo;i rior of tho house. Cass went fondly as she passed them. There wns a note on the talJe. said, "I.Iano has gono lo dinne with, me and tomo tricncls. 'liar about Create. ; It was signed Sho had never been In such a place. Cass thought it drab and horrible, .\vitli Its smell ot cooking and dusty carpet. Its dingy walls and dejected Nottingham curtains. No thrills hcr«, Burcb-l ' But Llano—wlicre said tho young man stoiidly. Then, more mercifully, ho adiitd. "Hold her for a witness. 1 can nnd will unless you explain to my salisf.ictii-n, inn'ain, why a slip et a child like this ono la let vim Ihe slrocls at night." "Oh, I can, oflteer, I can!" Cuss panlcil. "Llano is never allowed lo go out without, mo and she's a gocd girl. Sho really is! ot St. Why, she's blood," he. admitted, nodding iiia head sorrowfully. "Can't you let her go now?" Cass pleaded. "I'll give you my name and address. You can call on 113 If yen need us. Only don't give her name to tho papers! She's just a baby. It would be loo horrible!" ' McDormid looked around reflectively. Ono ot his men came to the door, looked In, said "Oko, sergeant," to something McDormld muttered, nnd wont away again. ShBfio took Molly's »rm. "Look ye here," ho said, flercclr. 'Take, this cMld and her mother out that back door. It leads ioto a court—some store arcade—aud you can get through to 23d street. And all of you say a prayer that boy gets better."- Cass tried to him. Sho couldn't, somehow. He waved Ihem off. To Molly ho said tacanlneful- \n "I'll b l' '«&'> J slim and defenseless In tho halt-' light. A tall man .unwound hlmselC from Vernon's chair. "Aro you looking for •someone!' 1 he asked pleasantly. "", "For Mr. Wells. 11 Their glances met, locked. For a split second, Llane knew a momenft ot pure panic, a dizziness. Thera was something impelling In those dark, dcepset eyes, something almost hypnotic. "He's not about. Ml have to look: further," tailored the girl. Tho slranger took a step forward. "Wait hero and I'll find him," ha ."aid, In that strangely compelling voice. And thcro was laughter, la IL "Do watt, Llane," he said. Sho fled, murmuring excuses. It this curious fluttering slii, felt wera ( love, Llane reflected, then It was a strango thing. Because this man knew her name, and »rlt had seen him before In her life!

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