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MONDAY LANCASTER NEW ERA MARCH 25, 1929 NINE "Can You Beat Daily Menus Fashion Forecast Talks to Parents Interest Story of Human Interest Features of to Modern Woman Talks To Parents, THE FATHERLESS HOME By ALICE JUDSON PEALE The tragedy of the fatherless home 1s even greater than it appears on the surface. It is not simply a matter of there being but one loving protector instead of two, of the greater insecurity of the home from material standpoint-much more than these things. at is a profound spiritual deprivation. The children who grow up in a home in which there is no father lack a fundamental emotional relationship which is essential to normal development. Their love turns entirely toward the mother, who must embody in her personality the good qualities for which nature wisely provides two models.

Her inadequacies, therefore, exercise A doubly harmful influence, for there 1s no else from whom the children may learn the qualities which she does not possess. The mother who must bring up her children single handed must represent not only the nurturing "Daily Health Hints" Fish Isn't Brain Food, Says Doctor EDITOR'S NOTE: The theory that fish is a brain food is exploded in this article by Dr. Fishbein. The first of a series on generally accepted superstitions about health. BY FISHBEIN (Editor the American DOLAMORALS Medical Association) The human brain consists largely of a fatty material containing chemical substances known as cholesterol and lecithin, and the tissues of the brain are comparatively rich in phosphorus.

Brain material is rapidly digested in the stomach and will not make brains any more than any other food that may be taken. The idea fish is especially valuable as a brain' food 1s grounded on the belief fish 1s especially rich in phosphorus. Phosphorus and Thought Many years ago a student named Buchner said, "Without phosphorus there is no thought." This statement is only true in the sense that the brain contains phosphorus and without the brain, thought is unthinkable. There is no proof that an increased amount of phosphorus in the food is especially favorable to mental effort. The great naturalist Agassiz, knowing of the statement by Buchner and being informed by the eminent chemist Dumans, the teacher of Pasteur, that fish contained much phosphorus, put two and two together and argued that the eating of fish would be especially good for the brain.

Actually there is no one food that has more value for the brain than any other. It is important that the brain be properly nourished with a good blood supply, and since nervous tissue is especially quick to react to unfavorable influences, the brain responds more quickly to intoxication by way of the blood, to anemia or to any other force related to the blood than any other tissue of the body. Eating Too Much It is currently believed that a large amount of food is unfavorable to mental work, since the demand placed upon the digestive organs requires more blood in the abdomen and less in the brain. Almost everyone feels tired and sleepy after a large meal. The brain worker does better with small meals of easily digestible food.

love and understanding of the mother, but also the strength, aggressiveness and steady courage of the father. It 18 not easy to be a good mother, but to be father and mother both is an herole feat. Yet even if the mother is able to be for her children a shining example of the virtues of both sexes, the little ones remain profoundly handicapped in the attainment of healthy emotional attitudes. The little girl is likely to become 50 conditioned in love and admiration for a feminine image that it will be diffcult. for her to achieve a satisfactory relationship with any man.

The boy will have more than usual difficulty in giving his deepest love to any woman other than his mother, and he is further handicapped by a strong identification with the mother whom he so loves and admires. Thus it will be difficult for him to assume the masculine role, unless he early is made to take responsibilities and play the part of protector of the house. SEE WILD SWANS Class In Ornithology Visits Flats of Chesapeake Bay. A party of 18 students in the Ornithology class at Franklin and Marshall college, headed by Professor H. H.

Beck, motored to Northeast, on Sunday and proceeded to the Susquehanna Flats where the habits of wild fowl were studied. A gathering of 2,000 wild swan, all pure white, was witnessed by the class. Among other fowl seen were hundreds of canvas back ducks, wild geese and many varities of duck and other web footed birds. The Federal government have protected the swan for some years. Prof.

W. E. Weisberger, instructor in chemistry accompanied the students. SCOUTS PLANT SEEDS Place Two Walnuts From Roosevelt Grave On Millersville Campus. Special ceremonies attended the planting of two walnuts taken from a tree growing beside the grave of Theodore Roosevelt, at Oyster Bay, L.

on the campus of the Millersville State Teachers' College by Millersville Boy Scouts Saturday afternoon. C. B. Sanford, scout g. executive of Lancaster Dr.

H. Gordinier, president of the college; Dr. H. Justin Roddy, curator of F. and M.

college museum and a group of ten scouts witnessed the ceremony. Brief talks were given by Mr. Sanford and Dr. Gordinier. The walnuts were planted by William Palmer, patrol leader and Paul Grebinger, assistant.

The nuts were secured through the efforts of Rev. William T. Brundick, scoutmaster of the Millersville Wife Preservers There is nothing better than stale bread for removing dirty smudges from papered or painted walls. (Love's The Steadfast Heart Story Woman. of Adele Garrison Noel Adds to the Apprehension with News That the Thugs Live Nearby.

Noel's revelation that he A had tried to seen the into man Mary's who room, had get Harry Underwood was also on his feet. "Are you sure, boy?" he queried sharply. "Tell us, quickly. "There couldn't be two such men looking like that, could there?" Noel Veritzen asked. "Rat-like face, you said, sandy hair, partly grey, straggling over it, and a scar like a comma, deep in one cheek? I've seen man like that." you've seen the devil self," Mr.

Underwood rejoined. "Where? When?" couple of days ago when I was out riding with Eleanor-I mean Princess Olina," he said, flushing. "She always likes to go through the wood reads, and of course they are much better than the automobile highways. It was one of those winding roads that lead out toward Shinnecock, and there was a shack of a house almost hidden in the woods that looked as if nobody lived there. But sitting on the steps were three men, and one of them Jumped up when he saw us and ran around back of the house.

But we caught a good look at him, and the Princess exclaimed at the awful scar on his face. I'd know him again anywhere. Couldn't we go there, and make sure of capturing the man?" Harry Underwood looked at him with kindly and sympathetic admiration of his pluck, but shook his head. "My dear boy," he said, "wherever that bird and his companions are, they're many miles away from that shack. They're too wise to leave open any trail like that." "Do you mean you think they've left the island?" Noel asked hope- fully.

Hiding Places Everywhere. Again Mr. Underwood made 8 negative sign. "I wish I could belleve that," he said, "but the lads who belong to Kenellos don't give up 80 easily as that. Unfortunately there are enough law-breaking, boot-legging aliens in the sparsely settled parts of this end of the island to give them a hundred safe shelters." Noel asked fearfully, "Isn't it going to be a hard task to guard all three.

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by ANNE. AUSTIN Between one and four o'clock Saturday afternoon, "HANDSOME HARRY" BORDEN, promoter of dubious stock companies, is shot. Monday morning RUTH LESTEK, his secretary, finds his body sprawled beneath the airshaft window of his private office. POLICE DETECTIVE McMANN's first suspect is MRS. BORDEN, wife of the promoter and mother of his two children.

She admits calling on him Saturday afternoon for her monthly alimony check but insists he was alive when she lett him. The next suspect is Ruth Lester, who confesses Borden's attempted familiarity with her Saturday morning. The third suspect 1s JACK HAYWARD, Ruth's 11- ance, whose office is just across the narrow airshaft from Borden's. He explains his return to the seventh floor Saturday afternoon by saying he left and Ruth's matinee tickets on his desk. Further suspicion is cast Jack by the testimony of BILL COWAN, who tells of hearing Jack threaten Borden's life Saturday morning.

He also tells of telephoning Jack Saturday afternoon, of being plugged in on a busy line, and of hearing Borden's voice shouting angrily. nile plainciotnes detectives are dispatched to bring in BENNY SMITH, Borden's office boy, and RITA DUBOIS, dancer friend of Borden's, McMann questions Ruth about the promoter's previous love affairs. She tells him of CLEO GILMAN, who preceded Rita in Borden's affections. They are Interrupted by DETECTIVE Clay, who rhimsel and Rita Dubolnounces CHAPTER XXIII Detective Sergeant McMann made quick work of his preliminary questioning of Rita Dubois. Her replies as to name, age, profession and place of employment were given coolly, even nonchalantly, but Ruth, seated near the so that both of the girls faced the detective across the dead man's desk, saw that Rita's hands were tightly locked.

"And so you and Borden, after your first meeting about three weeks ago, became lovers?" McMann pounced suddenly, "That's a lie!" Rita denied vehemently, her black eyes blazing. "Then-" McMann grinned crookedly- take it that your week-end at Winter Haven with 'Handsome Harry' was to have been in the nature of a honeymoon? Let's not waste time, Miss Dubois! I know that you and Borden had planned to go to Winter Haven on that 2:15 Saturday afternoon that Borden had bought a drawing room for the trip and that he had reserved a suite for you and himself at the Winter Haven Hotel. Now what I want you to tell me is-why didn't Borden meet you at the station as he had planned?" The dancer laughed, but it was not a gay sound. "That was what I wanted to know, too -and I found out when I saw the headlines about the murder at noon today." For two hours Ruth Lester had been praying that Rita Dubois would furnish Jack Hayward an alibi, by admitting that Borden was alive when she had visited him after 2:15. The collapse of that hope now was so unnerving that the girl feared she would faint.

"So it was news to you that Borden was dead, was it, Rita?" McMann grinned. "I'll say it was!" Rita assured him, nonchalant again. "I was knocked out. Fainted right on the street. My girl friend, Willette Wilbur, who WAS downtown with me, had to call a cab and take me to her home.

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ed at last. "You came, and you were hopping mad, too, weren't you?" "Well, I wasn't you might call delirious with delight," Rita admitted flippantly. Then her eyes widened with fear. "Say, what are you trying to do? Pin something on me? Well, you've got a fat chance, old dear, because I didn't even see Harry, much less bump him off, if that's what you're insinuating." McMann's thin lips twisted in that slow, crooked grin of his. "Stick to your story, Rita.

When did you get here? What happened?" The dancer's hands gripped each other tightly that a knuckle cracked. Her big black eyes flashed from McMann's heavy, grinning face to Ruth's pale one, as if seeking help. Then, on a quickly drawn breath, Rita answered: "I came right over from the station, just a block away. Just took time to check my bags. I suppose I was here within five mainutes after I hung up the recelver." utes after two, then?" A A A McMann asked, "You got here about 18 or 20 minwith pencil poised.

Rita shrugged. "I guess so. Maybe a minute or two sooner-I don't know. I knocked on the door and there wasn't any answer. knocked several times and then tried' the knob and found the door locked, so- I went away again.

There wasn't anything else to do," she added defiantly. "Of course not!" McMann agreed blandly. "Nothing to do but to turn right around and go right back home, and wait for Borden to call you there. So that's what you did, eh?" "Yes." the dancer agreed eagerlyand fell headlong into McMann's trap. "Then, Rita," McMann asked, as Ruth leaned forward tensely, "how do you account for the fact that you spent at least 10 minutes on the seventh floor?" "I didn't!" Rita denied recklessly.

Ruth could hardly suppress a gasp of relief. Now, at least, Rita Dubois was lying. Micky Moran, the elevator operator, had testified that after taking the dancer to the seventh floor he had spent at least 10 minutes in the telephone booth in the lobby of the Starbridge Building, in conversation with his girl. But, of course, Rita could not know thisSuddenly an incident which she had completely forgotten until that moment recurred to Ruth Lester like a flash of lightning across a dark sky. "Please, Mr.

McMann," she cried, her voice quivering with excited hope, "may I speak with you privately for a minute?" The detective led the trembling girl to a far corner of Borden's office, while Rita stared after them with enormous, frightened black eyes. "I've just remembered something, Mr. McMann," Ruth whispered, as the big man bent low to listen, "Saturday morning, when Mr. Borden was in the outer office with Rita, he waved goodby to her with the torn half of a yellow-backed banknote. 1 didn't see the denomination, and didn't think much of it at the time, but now I believe I know what had happened and what Mr.

Borden meant when he said that about keeping hiS part of the bargain if she kept hers." "Yes, yes," McMann urged impatiently, as Ruth paused for breath. "I'm sure now that they had been scuffling playfully, Rita trying to take the bill away from him, and tearing it in two. I'm sure-sure! --that he let her keep half of the tern bill and had promised to give her the other half after she'd kept her promise about--about going away with him." "Well?" McMann grunted, frowning in deep concentration. "Oh, don't you see?" Ruth 1m- plored. "If she's telling the truthreally didn't see Mr.

Borden again, she still has her half of the bill! But I believe she's lying! 1 believe Mr. Borden was alive when she came, and that he either gave her the other half of the bill, as he had undoubtedly promised he would, or that--that they quarreled because he wouldn't, and she-she-" Her whispering voice faltered. She could not bring herself to utter an accusation of murder. "Oh, Mr. McMann, please believe I'm not just talking wildly, to--to help someone else! I know Rita must have been desperate for money, and yet I don't think she's just a gold-digger either McMann frowned.

Then, Borden in the habit of carrying bills of large denomination?" "He was, he was!" Ruth- replied. "He was terribly vain about money -loved to flash -dollar bills. Just last week he showed me a $500 banknote-told me to take a good look at it. as I might never see one again. I told him he was foolish carry such big sums on his person, but he just laughed at me and looked pleased with himself.

Maybe -maybe he showed It to Rita Saturdav morning-" She faltered. McMann nodded slowly, the frown No More Big Bills DR. MALLAS prefers a small profit from many people, instead of Big Profits from a few people. Painless Extraction Perfect- Fitting ADD and Plates--Porcelain Fillings. Crowns Special Care DR.

MALLAS to Nervous People W. King Lancaster Open Daily 9 to 8 P. M. Menus of the Day By MRS. ALEXANDER GEORGE AN EASTER LUNCHEON The pretty yellow and white spring flowers, the variety of favors andflutty little toy chickens and bunnies for sale In stores make the Easter then party one quite simple to plan.

Wicker, reed or glass baskets are suitable containers for jonquils, dattodils, narcissi or hyacinths with plenty of greenery. These are to be placed in the center of the if the table is large, several bouquets' can be arranged. A potted plant or flower, gracefully tied with green crepe paper or tulle, makes a very effective center table decoration. Small pots, holding single blooms and greenery, can be used tor favors, the name cards being fastened around the pot on a cord. These small pots are inexpensive and could be filled by the hostess.

They make novel favors. However elaborate or simple the party, the color scheme should be yellow. MENU Orange and Grapefrult Cocktail Chicken Croquettes in Nests of Buttered Peas Yellow Rolls Peach Conserve stuction Egg Sherbet Salad Gold Cheese Cakes Sticks Coffee Yellow and White Cream Candies in slowly clearing. "And Borden's half of the bill was not on his body this morning. Of course whoever took the $500 in smaller bills might have taken the useless torn half-" "It wouldn't have been useless to one person-Rita Dubois!" Ruth reminded him.

"And she could have passed it, no matter how she got it, for she would have thought no one knew of Borden's having had the other half! Please ask her for her half of the bill, Mr. McMann! If she still has It, I'll believe she did not see Mr. Borden when came back Saturday afternoon." Detective Birdwell interrupted the whispered conference. "Headquarters on the line, sir. The Golden Slipper safe was robbed sometime between closing time early Sunday morning and noon today.

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Cool and cover with frosting. Stuffed Egg Salad, Serving Eight 8 hard cooked eggs cup white cream cheese cup chopped pimentos 1 teaspoon finely chopped parsley 2 tablespoons catsup teaspoon salt teaspoon pepper 1 cup salad dressing Cut the eggs in halves lengthwise. Remove and mash the yolks. Add the cheese, pimentos, parsley, catsup, salt, pepper and I tablespoon dressing to the yolks. FIll the egg cases with this mixture and chill.

When ready to serve place on lettuce leaves and surround with the remaining dressing. club has some sort of tip about a $500 bill-" As McMann reached for the extension on Borden's desk. Rita Dubois rose, looked wildly about as if for way of escape, then braced herself against the desk, her enormous black eyes fixed in an agony of suspense upon the detective. (To Be Continued) The torn $500 bill. Will it pin the 3 murder on Rita Dubois? CIRCLE TO MEET The Alters Ready Circle of the King's Daughters of the Triinty Lutheran church will meet Tuesday evening at 8:30 o'clock.

Doctor Found What is Best for Thin, Constipated People tell you. And then I find a dick waitIng to grab me-" "Were you in love Borden, Rita?" McMann interrupted suddenly. Color swept over the thin, exotic face. "That's my Well, all right, then--I wasn't! But God knows I didn't wish him any harm." McMann studied the girl for a long minute through narrowed, glinting eyes. Then: "Well, Rita, let's have your story.

Did you go to the station?" Rita flung up her head defiantly. "Sure I did! I'd promised to go away with him for the week-end, and I was ready to keep my bargain. I got to the station at two, and went to the information desk, where he'd said he would meet me. At five minutes after two I began to get nervous for fear we'd miss the train and decided to phone him. There's a telephone called booth r.ear the information desk.

and I from there, where I could see Harry if he came while I was phoning. His line was busy, so I knew he'd not left the office. I waited for about five minutes more and called again, and his line was still busy." "Just a minute" McMann interrupted. "Can you fix the time of that second call exactly?" "Sure! Ten minutes after two," Rita asserted confidently. "I had my eye on the big clock." Ruth did not need the flick of Mc-.

Mann's narrowed eyes in her direction to remind her that the dancer had partially corroborated Bill Cowan's damaging testimony against Jack Hayward-that, when he had called Jack's number at 2:10, he hadd been plugged in on a busy line had heard Harry Borden's voice raised in violent anger. With a tremendous effort of will she controlled the waves of dizziness that were pouring over her brain and braced herself to listen to McMann's next question: "Did you call his number again?" "Of course!" Rita answered promptly. "I knew he was in office or his line wouldn't be busy. I waited about a minute, and then I got him, and he told me to come over to the office-" "Wait!" McMann interrupted sharply. "Exactly what did you say to Borden and what did he say to you?" The dancer hesitated for a moment, while Ruth held her breath.

"Well, he didn't give me a chance to say much. I said, 'My God, Harry, do you know what time it is, or have you forgot you were to catch a train at And he said, 'No I hadn't forget. Rita, but I've been unavoidably detained. What time is it? I told him it was 12 minutes after two, and he swore a blue streak, and then he said we'd have to take a later train and for me to come on up to the office, that we'd make new plans when I got there." McMann frowned and tapped his pencil against the dead man's desk. Ruth knew that he was trying to fit the dancer's testimony into his theory of Jack Hayward as Borden's murderer.

She wanted to remind him that he had her own corroboration of Jack's alibi-that he had rejoined her at the Chester Hotel at 10 minutes after two. But she realized miserably, that more than her own word would be needed to make McMann believe in that alibi. Even a Jury would hesitate to accept the word of a girl fighting for the life of the man she loved, when that word was sole support of his alibi. "Well, Rita go on," McMann direct- As A family doctor at Monticello, Illinois, the whole human body, not any small part of it, was Dr. Caldwell's practice.

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Caedureee mi AT AGE 83 different places and there's so much space out here?" "You've put your finger on the sore place, Noel," Mr. Underwood' returned. "'Hard' isn't the word. 'Impossible' would be better. Oh," as he saw the alarm in Noel's face, don't mean just now, everybody's safe for the next few days they're too cagey to take any risks--those lads, but they have infinite patience, and determination, steeled by what will happen to them if they fall, so they're going to try again at the first opportunity." "Then what's to be done?" Noel demanded in youthful impatience, flushed a brick red as Mr.

Underwood turned mildly quizzical eyes upon him. "That's what I'm trying to figure out, son," he said softly, and Noel put no more questions. "There's another thing we've got to consider," he said. "As long as Mary is here, the farmhouse isn't going to be a very safe place for anybody." My terrified thoughts flew to my small son, sleeping upstairs, and shivered. But Mr.

Underwood paid no attention, and I realized that he deliberately had added this fear to my anxiety for Mary--for some reason of his own. Planning an Exodus. "When is your father expected?" He turned to me. "Any day now," I returned. "He said in his last letter he would be at home some time this week." 'Oh, let it be soon'" he quoted, then turned to Noel.

"Do you know when Princess Olina's lease of The Larches is up? Not that it matters--although she may be fussy--you never can tell about women--some of them, mean." His bow and smile absolved Lillian and me from his strictures. "There is no set time, I believe," Noel answered. "She took the place for the season, and she can stay as long as she likes or leave whenever she pleases." "Good!" Mr. Underwood replied. "And as for Prince Gogeres, he has no responsibility except his hotel bill and the hospital charges, neither of which, I imagine, will bother him.

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