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THE LINCOLN S T A R — T U E S D A Y, FEBRUARY 2 4, 1942 THREE v Nazi Pressure In Rumania Was Thing 0( Horror .. .Miss Handler Says The gradual, almost impercipi- ble pressure that for a year and a half preceeded the Nazi advance into Rumania is the most insidious and horrible weapon in the German war machine. Miss Leona Handler, who had been living in the Balkins since the fall of 1939, said in an address at the Lincoln Unitarian church service Sunday morning. Miss Handler, who is the director of the Unitarian church at Lawrence, Kas, was the European representative of the Unitarian ministerial association at the time of the “bloodless invasion of the Balkan nations.” “I was in Europe to study the problems of the people who were Ir. the minority in their social and religious beliefs,” Miss Handler stated. No matter what stand these minority groups took on any current issue. Miss Handler continued, they were tossed back and forth between their own government and the Nazi advance agents, bullied, persecuted, taxed and imprisoned without mercy or justice. Hated Kin« Carol “The Rumanians hated King Carol. It was rumored that even his son, Prince Mitchael vastly preferred to have nothing to do with his father. Red-headed Magda was hissed and booed as she drove the streets of the cities if there were no officers in sight,” Miss Handler asserted. The people particularly resented GRACIE ALLEN ^ *oys: "Take my advkar... Swan suds twice as nker" • Better’n old-style floaties 8 ways, you betcha. Try Swan and you’ll say: (‘Glad I metcha.” Break Swan in two, •aay. Use half for kitchen, half for bath. Tun« In «vary wnki oracie ailen OCORGC BURNS • PAUL WHITEMAN NEW WHITE FLOATING SOAP 1**1« ••OTMIna COMPANY, CAMtKlDO*. MAO«. Conrad Holmberg Dies; Was With Burlington Over Half A Century Conrad Holmberg, 83, died Monday afternoon at his home, 2215 C street, following four years of ill health. He came to the United States from his native Sweden at the age of 21, and, until retiring 11 years ago, was a Burlington master carpenter for more than a half century. Mr, Holmberg was a member of First Covenant church. Surviving are his wife, Anna; two sons. Paul C., Grand Island, and T. E,, Nebraska City; two daughters, Mrs. R. A. Gustafson and Miss Helene Holmberg, Lincoln; sister, Mrs. G. E. Rudebeck, Blue Creek, Wash.; half brother, E. P. Holmberg, Rapid City, S. D.; and five grandchildren. a heavy tax, which was apparently going for national fortification, comparable to the Maginot Line, and which, according to common knowledge, went into the King’s own pockebook, Miss Handler related. “An incident, typical of the Nazi torture, still stands out in my mind,” she said. “It dealt with the release orders of many political and religious prisoners. Overjoyed, the men and women, who in many instances did not know why they had been thrown in the concentration camp, were allowed to write their friends and relatives the date of their release and to come meet them at the gates of the camp.” “On the appointed day the prisoners friends and relatives waited expectantly outside of the gates of the camp,” Miss Handler continued, the gates were thrown open and with shouts and cheers the prisoners began to pour out. Suddenly a machine gun was trained on them as they ran to greet their associates. Every prisoner was killed in his tracks as he ran forward, unsuspecting and laughing. The bodies of the people were left lying as they had fallen. Over them a huge sign was hung “This could happen to you as it has happened to them.” Under the pressure of such horrifying incidents people lose all sense of unity, all belief in country and fellow mankind and are left with only tense suspicion and futile hatred, Miss Handler concluded. Behind machinations of this type lies the secret of the amazing successes of the Nazi troops. Monday afternoon Miss Handler spoke before a group of Lincoln women on her European observations at a tea in her honor at the home of Mrs. Arthur Buckner. Lethargy Toward War Rapped By Grainger ... at Labor's Bond Rally Members of Lincoln’s organized labor groups “heard a lot of plain talk” Tuesday at the Truckers hall, where H. K. Grainger, president of the chamber of commerce was the speaker at a mass meeting. Radio addresses by William Green, president of the A. F. L., and Henry Morgen- thau, secretary of the treasury also were heard. Grainger told the unions that “people are looking at the war too much as a secondary issue. They are thinking and worrying altogether too much about getting tires and sugar, and not enough about how to win the war.” “Let me tell you,” Grainger declared, “that we can lose this war unless there is a change in our thinking. It is up to the American public to get busy and turn their thoughts into other channels than present comforts.” Charles Simon, a member of the bricklayers union presided. The meeting was to rally Lincoln labor behind the A. F. L. program to get its members to buy a billion dollars worth of defense bonds. DANGEROUS BAGGAGE BY ELEANOR ATTERBURY The exciting, different dessert— sizzling fruit for only Here’s a new way to “dress up canned fruit —and make it look and taste like a very “special” dessert. Serve it tonight — it’s easy as a-b-c to prepare. lOt a f portion SIZZLING FRUIT1»!!.. l||(|l I (No, 2Vj) COM pear halves **** 1* teaspoon each of ground ginger, cloves, and cinnamon f whole spices man be used also) Vl cup KARO (red label) I tablespoon lemon juice I (No. 2 1 1 ) can peach halves, drained 1 < No. 2 1 t) can bing cherries, drained Pour svrup from canned pears into saucepan. Add apices, KARO and lemon juice. Cook about 5 minutes Add whole pieces of fruit: heat again, but do not boil. Remove from heat, and aerve hot or chilled. Makes 8 large servings. KARO adds extra food value as well as extra flavor. It s rich in Dextrose, food-energy sugar. Firttf,LicaR food f°H- few pBFSÿE AgaiB§* Fati8tt ★ YBBTERDAY: Sharon ha* plunerd with no warnin« at all Into the midst of a plot that is causing Sicrr* Steel to lose shipment after shipment to the enfmr. She is private secretary to Harvey Goodwin, and he baa asked her to help him solve the mystery. Her first Mssifnment is a dinner date with Tom Stafford, whom Goodwin beiievts la part of the plot. Sharon is torrf. however, that a quarrel with her young and very discontented brother hed to coma this particular day. Chapter Six A STRANGER CALLS “Going to a movie,” Dennis j wrote. “I borrowed a twen- \ ty from your grocery money. Pay you back tomorrow. You were in the shower so 1 coouldn’t ask. Hope it’s okay. Have a good time.” Sharon shook her head. She hadn't been in the shower when i that phone call came. And you didn’t need twenty dollars to go to a movie. More probably it was a poKer game somewhere. Just a “friendly” little game — \ among people who were anything | but friends! Her thoughts still anxiously pursuing nim, she unfastened the square white box, folded back the green tissue. Camellias! Lovely waxy pink blossoms pressed flat against their own polished green leaves. How exquisite! Her attention caught back, she opened the envelope, read Ton’s card. “Pink Perfection they call these posies. Which fits the bill—you’re Perfection and so I’m in the Pink. Eight o’clock seems a long way off. TS.” Idiot! But, .in the water hall mirror, Sharon caught herself smiling happily. Fingers stumbling, she pinned the lovely flowers against the soft grey fur of her cape, and couldn’t help loving the effect. He had nice taste, that smarty Tom Stafford, even if he hadn’t grown up yet. Of course, she added fairly, not many boys educated in American colleges had the cultured charm Harvey Goodwin had acquired. It wasn’t really fair to compare them. Perfect manners, dignity, charm simply wasn’t collegiate. Personally, Sharon smiled into the mirror again, she’d take the charming manners. Promptly at eight, the buzzer rang. Tom, of course. She pressed the door latch. Simultaneously, the phone rang. “Dennis Doyle there?” A strange voice demanded. “No. Is there any message?” “Who’s this talking?” “His sister. Who shall I say called?” • The strange voice didn’t answer her. She heard him speak, instead to someone at his end of the line. “The kid ain’t there now. Some dame. Says she’s his sister.” Sharon couldn’t hear the muttered reply. Then. “Okay, sister. Tell him Gates wants to see him. He’ll know.” “Mr. Gates?” “Yeah, dearie. Mister Gates.” His laugh made Sharon recoil. “And tell him to make it snappy.” “Very well,” Sharon replied, masking the alarm in her voice. “I’ll—” But the strange Mr. Gates had hung up. Alarmed. Sharon replaced the receiver, stood staring at it help lessly. Who was Mr. Gates and what could he want of Dennis— demand of him, rather, in that rough, threatening manner? A man like that — his voice — his bullying attitude—surely Dennis couldn’t— Tom was tapping a Morse code on the door. Sharon still hesitated. Still, there was nothing she could do now. With Tom waiting, and besides she had no idea where Dennis had gone, when he’d be back. She snatched up a pencil, scrawled the message. She’d leave it by the phone where Dennis would see it when he came in. If only she could think of someone, some way to send help. Because, some intuition told her, Dennis was in trouble and he would need help and need it desperately. The Music Was Sweet The music was sweet, the lights were soft, and Tom was smiling at her across the table for two just on the fringe of the crowded dance floor. It had been perfect, the whole evening. Cocktails smart Four Seventy Seven first. Then dinner here at the Skyway. Sharon sipped her black coffee, accepted the cigarette Tom proffered. “Having fun?” he asked. Smiling, she nodded. “Perfect fun.” It had been, too. Tom was so genial a host, so quick to laugh, his company was comfortable as an old slipper. Right from the moment she’d opened the door, faced the flattery in his instant admiration, she’d felt her responsibilities slipping like weights form her shoulders. “ I don’t think I’ve ever had such a good time.” And suddenly she realized just how absolutely she’d enjoyed the evening, and how completely she’d forgotten her job! She hadn’t learned anything about Tom save his preference in music and cocktails and steaks. She’d let the whole evening fill up with silly banter and smooth dancing. And while of cou^e that was a good way to lay the ground wark for some future reconnoitering, still she had let a lot of time escape. She looked across the table at the profile Tom turned toward her as he sat, relaxed, smoking, watching the dancing couples. That man, she reminded herself, was a dangerous agent of a dangerous enemy. His job was to betray, to destroy, to defile. Mr. Goodwin knew that. And here she sat actually enjoyng him as if he were an old friend. No doubt that was exactly as Mr. Tom Stafford had intended it should be. too. She drew a long breath. How easily, how nearly she’d come to letting herself be fooled too by that deceivingly “open” countenance Tom wore so convincingly. Tom heard the sigh, turned to her instanly. “Tired?” “Oh, not— ” then she remem- CROCHET COLORFUL RUG Miss Doyle.” Her voice was deep, musical. “Harvey has spoken of. you so often.” Then she gave her hand to Tom. ! “How do you do,” and raised langorous dark eyes to his for a long, dramatic moment. Sharon saw* Tom flush uneasily and with difficulty depressed an | exultant giggle. If anyone could upset Tom’s nonchalance it looked { as if it would be the Countess. “You must be a stranger, Mr. Stafford,” her smile letting him have charm that dazzled. “I don’t, j remember having seen you here before.” “I am a stranger here your— I mean—Countess.” “How many there are of us. I too have only been here a short while. But of course, you are not a refugee.” ‘“Well—no.” Tom grinned, master of himself again. “Not exact- ty—unless Hitler has started blitzing Pittsburgh since I left.” “Ah—Pittsburgh, You must tell me about that lovely city.” The Countess slipped her hand through Tom’s arm as they moved along. Catching his glance, Sharor» smiled wickedly. “She’s charming, your Countess," she whispered to Goodwin as they went from one group to another smiling, acknowledging introductions. Goodwin guided her into the dining room where Pavlo, his houseboy, presided over a completely equipped, portable bar. (To Be Continued). TRAFFIC VIOLATIONS DECLINE 28 PER CENT DURING JANUARY Principal traffic violations as recorded by the state safety patrol dropped 28 percent during January but showed an eight per cent gain over the same month for a year ago, a report from Capt C. J. Sanders showed Tuesday. Arrests for speeding, reckless driving and drunken driving dropped from a total of 199 in December to 155 in January. A year ago January, however, the total was 143. During the first month of this year the patrol made 81 arrests for speeding, 39 for reckless driving, and 35 for driving while intoxicated. Patrolmen traveled 208,848 miles during the month and fines from arrests they made netted $2,509 for local school funds. BY MRS. ANNE CABOT. Just 8 skeins of cotton rug yarn are needed for this gay and serviceable, washable rug. It’s sturdy, easy to crochet and as pretty as the Easter Bunny himself! This one is crocheted in pale green, dark green, and the rabbits are done in white. Rug is 36 inches long and 22 inches wide—a grand size for bathroom or beside baby’s crib. “Grandma” can have a rug finished in time for Junior’s Easter gift. To obtain crocheting directions for the-Three-Color Rug (Pattern No. 5228), amounts of each color yarn you will need to purchase, other color suggestions, illustrations of stitches used, send 10 cents in COIN. YOUR NAME and ADDRESS and the PATTERN NUMBER to Anne Cabot, Lincoln Star, 106 Seventh Avenue, New York City. Enclose 1 cent postage for each pattern ordered. bered. “Yes—a little. It’s so crowded nere.” Deliriously crowded with San Francisco’s smartest peoplee, with excitement, with lovely music. Regretting it, Sharon assumed a bored little smile. “Besides I really must drop in on Mr. Goodwin’s .housewarming,” she added, carefully casual. Tom’s smile disappeared. “That guy again!” “He asked me to come. He’s having a few friends in to see his new penhouse.” “And you really want to go?” Sharon met his eyes. “I think I should go. I hate to leave you but—” She watched him, held her breath. “You’re not leaving me,” he replied, pushing back his chair. “If you must go to anybody’s party you’re going under my per- conal supervision.” Sharon could breathe again. That had been almost too easy. “I was hoping you’d say that. I’d rather dreaded going alone.” Tom looked at her sharply and for a minute she thought she had gone too far. Then, “Don’t give me that, my sweet,” he said, laughing. “You’re not pulling any wool over anybody’s eyes!” For anxious moments, Sharon tried hard to decide whether he was just teasing her about Mr. Goodwin or—but he couldn’t suspect her of anything more, really. Tonight’s light-hearted raillery surely had put him off that trail. Still, being a Mata Hari to Tom Stafford, she realized, wasn’t going to be any steal! Enter The Countess Mr. Goodwin’s penhouse was really very special. Built on the tallest apartment building on Pacific Avenue, the long drawing room opened wide windows to a whole world of light spattered hills, of dark Bay waters laced by the topaz lights of the bridges. The room was full of beautifully dressed, distinguished-looking guests. But Mr. Goodwin’s smile welcomed Sharon as if he had been really waiting just for her. “You did come,” he said, clasping her hands, “I was afraid you’d forgotten.” Thrilled so that her breath barricaded her throat, Sharon could only smile, turn politely to include Tom. Goodwin’s greeting to him was casual but friendly. “Hello, Stafford. Glad to sea you,” and shook hands cordially. Then, turning again to Sharon. “I want my friends to meet you, Sharon. You’ll like them, I’m sure. And—” almost as an afterthought, “you’ll like them too, 1 hope, Stafford.” Sharon was instantly aware of Goodwin's consummate skill in making it seem as if she were the important guest and not, as she well knew, Tom Stafford himself. Tom would certainly never suspect that all this was planned for his benefit. Or rather for Goodwin’s benefit! She smiled thoughtfully as Goodwin presented her. “Countess Cayetuna,” Goodwin introduced her. “May I present a good friend, Miss Doyle.” The Countess smiled, a lovely, graceful gesture that was, Sharon sensed at once, completely without sincerity. “Such a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Adolph Johnson Of St. Paul Is Dead iSoecisl to The Star.) ST. PAUL, Neb., Feb. 24— Mrs. Adolph Johnson, 21, passed away at the home of her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Noble Larson Sunday after a few months illness. Besides her husband and parents she is survived by a nine months old son, Russel, and her sister, Delores. Funeral services will be held Wednesday afternoon. Dr. Miller Co., Crete, Is Adjudged Bankrupt The Dr. Miller Co. brewery at Crete, was adjudged bankrupt by Federal Judge John W. Del- hant. According to a previous report by a special master, the debtor corporation had admitted its insolvency. The corporation was directed by Judge Delehant to turn over assets and property in its possession and under its control to such persons as may be authorized in the bankruptcy proceeding to receive such property. Soybean Meeting At Roca Wednesday Night County Agent J. F. Purbaugh. Monday, announced a soybean meeting will be held Wednesday at 8 p. m., in the auditorium of Raymond high school and will be open to the general public. Agriculture college experts will discuss the various uses of the bean and how grow it successfully. Exhibits will show the many uses of soybeans, and special colored slides will show the best methods of production, harvesting and processing. OGUE ‘JcLbhbnA, bip. U ul ipcUuL S tyle S how with LIVING MODELS WEDNESDAY at 3 P.M. YOU ARE INVITED! AUDITORIUM—FOURTH FLOOR miLLER PAME TJÎanufaotu/uiAA.' SAMPLES DRAPERY and UPHOLSTERY Fabrics squares from 25x25 in. to 25x48 in. including fine pure silks and rayons—brocatelle», damasks, tapestries. If retailed from the bolt, these fabrics would sell for 6.50 to $20 a yard. Lot I«—300 samples of beau- A tiful fabrics. Each Lot 2—500 samples particularly suitable for upholstery. Each ,3v/ Lot 3 —75 miscellaneous samples including outstanding fabrics. All high "TCc $0 quality. Each # ^ to Mm (J)h(ipchij. ¿tsLnqihiu — 2 Vi yards — A large assortment, many matching, of attractive, good quality drapery fabrics. These would ordinarily sell from 1.50 to $3 per YARD. SPECIAL—1.50 to $3 per length tOcAtouoom. REMNANTS Large group« of remnant« from our workroom and upholstery •hop. Variety of fabric«, color« and designs. 10e ,0 25* •oeK Miller’s Decoration Section —Sixth Floor mULU t PAiilE NEBRASKANS URGED ENROLL IN VICTORY GARDEN ACTIVITIES Governor Griswold has proclaimed the week of March 2 to 7 as victory home and garden enrollment week and urged Nebraskans to sign up for participation in the national victory garden program. An adequate home food supply, he said, is “the best means of assuring the health and strength of the American family in war times.” The governor also stressed that it is “highly desirable” for rural and urban families to produce a substantial portion of the family food to “help meet increased living costs, conserve transportation. packing expense and for the national welfare.” Helium was first discovered on the sun. IflfiT II filli, liVflUES. (RTtlTAIMMf NT HUM I &AN le*g * Quettii k ä \ s \ s tin..*» LUNCHEON LINENS - “ICING PASTELS” A Blue if Yellow if Rote if Creen if Peach SERVICE FOR 4— 7.85 SERVICE FOR 8—14.40 Fine Irish linen in scarf and doilie sets with meticulously hand - hemstitched hems. Fresh, soft colors—an inviting background for your dinnerware. Select two sets for interesting contrasts , , , brides love these quality linens. Miller'* Linen*—Fourth FIo«t miLLEft £ PA;nE Demonstration and Sale! RUBON PRODUCTS The cleaning aids on your “must-have” list. Save on these specials this week. 1.50 Ruhon *129 Mops— | $1 Ruhon Mop Heads— 85 For floors, woodwork and walls. This mop «Iran« up those hard-to-get-at spots and the heads are easily removed and laundered. Efficient housewives have one for upstair« floors, one for downstairs floors and one for walls. 60c Ruhon Polish , pint—49c 1,50 Ruhon Polish , half-gallon — 1.29 Greaseless, efficient polish that clean* and polishes floors, woodwork, furniture, linoleum and other pieces. BETTS PRODUCTS Demonstration and SALE! $1 5-lb . can Betts Sanitary Paint Cleaner —88° *)0c 2-lb . can Betts Sanitary Paint 01^(11101^—44^ Here is a quality product that cleans all painted, enameled and varnished surfaces such as floors, woodwork, furniture, tile, marble, windows and mir- a small quantity on cloth or rors. Simple and easy to use— sponge, rub lightly, rinse with clear water—and your paint is clean! Be«* Liquid and Paste FLOOR WAX This wax was developed for large institutions and uildmgs. Because it was so generally approved and accepted as superior in finish and durability, it has been made available for homes. $1 2-lb . can Paste Floor Wax— 88C l.oO \i‘gal. Self-polishing Floor Wax —1 ^ Miller’* Houseware*—Fourth Floor. N& ujl powder . . . KEEPS RUGS CLEAN Without suds or liauid Applied monthly, POWBER- ENE keeps carpets or rues looking like new. SI Can n KEEPS ms clean Powderene Soiled areas can be cleaned without cleaning entire rue. Brush It in; re mo vo with vacuum cleaner. Miller'* Floor Covering's —»¡nth Floor. miLLER C PAME

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