The Barnwell people-sentinel. (Barnwell, S.C.) 1925-current, August 08, 1935, Image 6
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I N PREPARATION for another major transfer of the government's huge gold reserve, secret orders have been Issued
In Washington for the £ush construction of a subterranean vault In the center of Fort Knox (shown here from
the air), an army post 31 ihlles from Louisville. Into the vault will be transferred a good portion of the billions In
gold now held by the government In New York and Philadelphia... The structure will be built In continuation of the
policy of moving precious monetary reserves away from vulnerable cities on the coast to more Isolated Inland
territory.
Bedtime Story for Children
By THORNTON W. BURGESS
DANNY FINDS A REFl/GE
A S DANNY MEADOW MOUSE anx
iously looked this way and that
way for a place to hide from Buster
Bear, a sharp, squeaky voice almost In
his very ear made him Jump. “What
are you doing over here, Cousin
Danny? Aren’t you lost?” said the
sharp, squeaky voice. ^
Danny turned quickly to find a lit
tle round hole In the ground between
the roots of the tree, and Just Inside
was th^Jrjm little head of his cousin,
Whltefootthe Woodmouse.
“Ohcrjed Danny. “Buster Bear
Is trying to pfftch me and I don’t know
what to do." •
“Come In here,” replied Whltefoot
promptly.
Danny didn’t need a second Invita
tion. He darted In Just as Buster Bear
reached the tree on the other side.
Buster promptly tried again the trick
by which he had so nearly caught
Danny. He reached a great paw
around the trunk of the tree and
brought It down swiftly. But he was
too late. There was no one under that
big paw. Buster watched and listened,
but he saw nothing and heard nothing.
Then he walked around the tree to
Investigate. There was no sign of
Danny Meadow Mouse. But between
the roots of the tree was a little round
hole.
“Huh!” grunted Buster Bear and
began to dig furiously.
Now Buster Bear's claws are long
and stout and when he sets out to dig
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“Now,” Said Whltefoot, “You Have
Nothing to Worry About From Buster
Bear.”
he makes things fly. But Whltefoot
the Woodmouse knows all about those
great claws of Buster, and when he
made that little round hole he made
It right under the big roots of that
tree. It didn’t take Buster long to find
out that It was quite useless to try to
dig out Danny Meadowmouse. You
see, those big roots were In the way.
So after a minute or two of useless
digging Buster gave up. It was foolish
to waste time there when he might be
hunting for and finding sweet little
beechnuts. So, grumbling deep In his
throat, Btlster walked off and once
E>«YOU Know-
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more began to rake over the leaves In
search of beechnuta
Meanwhile Danny Meadow Mouse
had followed his cousin, Whltefoot the
Woodmouse, along a Ut(le tunnel
among the roots that led him some
distance away from where he had en
tered. It was a very nice little turinel.
Danny said as much as he scampered
along after Whltefoot Whltefoot was
pleased „but he didn’t say anything.
He Just scampered along and Danny
followed. After a while they came out
in the heart of a big, hollow stump.
“Now,” said Whltefoot, “you have
nothing to worry about from Buster
“One thing a girl must stoop to con
quer,’ says corpulent Cora, “and that
is a rolling waist line.”
WNU Servicv.
Bear. Tell me what happened and
what you^are dolhg^ so far ffWay Trrmr
home,”
©. V. W. Burge**.—WNU Servlc*.
OUTDOOR MEALS
A S PICNIC days are here again, we
turn to our lists of good things
which we have enjoyed and plan a
picnic lunch. Those who find some
food hard to digest will enjoy them
and have no discomfort when eaten
out of doors after a brisk hike, or
even a stroll through the woods.
When packing a lunch, remember
to put some of the goods that add
zest such as green onions, fresh rad-
jshes, cucumbers and a few pickles,
sweet and sour. Pickled beets, onions,
chow, are all relishes which are en
joyed with the other food.
The sandwiches may be cut .and
made Just before serving, with let
tuce, a slice of cucumber and onion,
as filling. Baked bean sandwiches are
always enjoyed for a hearty meal.
Serve them with sliced sour pickle.
Most picnic lunches are made up
of starchy and sugar foods. Some of
these are needed but the alkaline
foods will be needed or headaches
and indigestion will result.
Fruits, green vegetables, celery, to
matoes,' are all good to combine with
the sandwiches, rolls and cakes. Meats
are acid forming foods and should
be used sparingly.
With the crisp lettuce carried In a
towel, * well wrapped, add sliced
oranges or tomatoes or apples and
serve with a french dressing all pre
pared and carried In a' tight jar or
bottle.
With all the disadvantages, snakes,
mosquitoes; poison ivy, the more we
go on picnics, the more we learn
UESTION BOX
b ED WYNN, n, Perfect Fool
That the chrysanthemum be
came the national flower of
Japan in the Fourteenth cen
tury? It is called Kiku there.
Some botanists say that it
was once only a common
daisy.
• McClar* N*wap*per Syndicate.
WNU Service.
Dear Mr. Wynn:
I am a coed, at a well known col
lege, and am crazy abbut a boy my
own age who goes to the same col
lege. He gave me a lovely cigarette
holder for my birthday and his birth
day Is next Saturday. I saw a whisky
flask, In a shop window, which was
made to look like the seven of spades.
Don’t
to buy him?
Sincerely,
LILY KUPPS.
Answer: The present Is all right,
but he’s liable to leave It on a table
In some fraternity house, and some
other student might come along with
the eight of spades and take it
Dear Mr. Wynn:
I have been engaged to a young man
for nearly six months and we were to
be married In June,' nut last night he
confessed to me that he had a wooden
leg. What shall I do?
Yours truly,
DORA KNOB.
Answer: Break it off.
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Dear Mr. Wynn: , ;
My wife and I had an argument last
night about the army. My wife says,
lu order for a man to be buried with
“military honors” he must be a cap
tain, while I say he must be a general.
Which if us Is right?
Your* truly,
LEW TENANT.’
Answer: You are both wrong. In
order for a man In the army to be
buried with full military honors he
must be dead. — 1 --
was $50 fine for swimming in thgt
river and when the man heard that he
just threw up his hands and sunk.
Dear^Mr. Wynn:
I bought a new suit, the other day,
and the first time I put It on, the
coat split up the back. How do you
account for that?
Yours truly.
L PICTICT.
- Answer: The buttons were sewed
on too tight.
© Associated Newspaper*.
WNU Service.
A LITTLE NEW
Mulligan Does
SOUL
His Duty
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By FRANK EVANS
By ANNE CAMPBELL
© McCJure Newspaper Sjrndlcat*
W.yu Service.
LITTLE new soul came down
today
On a sunlit'Cloud, from far away.
She stole the blue from the morning
And a star for each of her pretty
She grasped at the dawn, and In her
fingers
The rosyjglow of the morning lingers.
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A little new soul came down to lift
Our weary hearts with her hopeful
- gift.
She brushed by the sun and plucked
Its gold,
And she brbught God’s love for our
. arms to hold.
A little new baby, with* dreams in her
eyes.
Came to show us the pathway to Para
dise!
Copyright—WNU Ser;vlc#.
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what to avoid and the more pleasure
we get from them.
Where thqre Is a stream of clear
water or a spring, all the green things
may be kept cool and fresh as If
taken from a refrigerator at home.
© Western Newspaper Union,
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Fan Pleats
Fan pleats from neck to hem and
from shoulder to elbow appear in
this casual afternoon dress of off-
white crepe. The fringed sash is
polka dotted black satin. From Maggy
Rouff.
I PAPA KNCWS-I
“Pop, what Is a Hon?”
“Big shot.”
&. Bell Syndlc*t*.—WNU Service.
Good Samaritan Aids Helpless Birds
WITH AN EYE TO
COOL SIMPLICITY-
FATTEBH P3S4
««npIM, old timer, fiat’s the matter?
v a. yon haven’t been acting like
yourself for weeks. Sick?”
Officer Tim Mulllga. continued to
a hi no th* .frnripo pn the front df his
lieutenant
coat with his sleeve.
“Spring fever, mebbe.
Besides, I’m gettln’ old.”
Thd’ men gathered In groups about
the police station looked up and
laughed. Lieutenant Murphy, at the
desk, shook his head.
“You old. Tim? Never! Just as young
gf the day you Joined the force—31
years ago . ’, . a bridegroom of two
days.” ^
“ ’N’ Molly ’n’ me didn’t take a honey
moon for eight year . . '. when the
little tad was Just a year old.”
He sat down heavily and refused a
proffered tin of tobacco. As Mulligan
was about to leave. Lieutenant Mur
phy called to him:
“Better see a doctor, Tim. We can’t
afford to lose Tim Mulligan after 31
years of.duty. You want to think about
Molly too. and the little tad.”
Tim Mulligan smiled and swung his
“Just you quit ytur worryln’ about
me. Faith, and I’m younger than all
the rest o’ you. ’Night.”
Murphy laid down his pen and
strolled over to a group of officers.
“I say, fellows, have you noticed any
thing wrong with Mulligan? He’s been
actin’ queer lately.”
“We noticed It—but he won’t 1 talk
abbut It. Says he’s all right. I met
Molly in the grocery store yesterday
and she looked as If she had been
cryln’. But when I told her she looked
younger than she did 20 years ago.
she said I’d been kissing the blarney
stone. A fine wom..n, Molly Mulligan.”
“What’s the kid (Jolng now?” asked
Koestlng as he bent over and tied his
shoe. “Hope he makes them proud of
him. They sqcriflced a lot to give him
an education. Tim said ione thing that
boy must have'was learnln’! He cer
tainly was proud of thbs^; report
cards ...” •
“I’m told he Isn’t all Tim and Molly
Would have him he,” said Jones « ver
his evening paper. “Don’t keep jobs
. . . regular sheik and dance hound . . .
and Tlra'wanted him to be a real man!
But the kid Is young, not. twenty-five
yet. He should turn out all right with
folks like Tim and Molly.”
The night lengthened. One by one
the men left headquarters. Two de
tectives drowsed in an adjoining of
fice, chairs tipped back against the
wall Outside, Cohen, the driver,
whistled softly as he sprawled on the
front seat of, the patrol wagon. Then
came the harsh ring of the bell, and
everyone was galvanised Into action.
^Cohen came to the door and awaited
orders.
-—^Mulligan calllqjt’’ announced Lieu
tenant Murphy 'swiftly. “Falrview OH
station; Falrview and Edgemont . . .
holdup . j-, one got away . attendant
Injured ...”
It was scarcely ten minutes before
,the reverberating clang of the bell
announced the return of the patrol
wagon. The men grouped themselves
about the desk as the prisoner was
brought In. 'Cohen on one side. Mul
ligan. strangely old and white-faced,
on the other.
He' was scarcely more than a boy—
the prisoner—dressed In clothes of the
latest mode, * tweed cap pulled at a
rakish angle over his ear, a cigarette
between his fingers. They stationed
him before the desk.
“Take off that hat!” snapped Tim
Mulligan. The young man-looked up
quickly and obeyed.
“Ohfe got away,” said Mulligan
shortly. “I was patrolling Falrview
when the machine ran Into the oil
station. I heard the attendant call out
once, as this one,” with a Jerk of his
towards the prisoner, “got out
. The smart girl has one eye on tha
budget and the other anticipating
a rise In temperature—and makes
a r cool decision to include several
summer sports In her wardrobe
right now. It took a lot of Ingenuity
to design that clever yoke-cape-panrt
in one. It makes sewing so easy,
and briefly, that cape Is much cooler
than a sleeve. Pattern 9354 sports
an action plegt back and skirt Just
to help you “get places.”. If you find
a simple fiat neckline becoming, omit
the dashing revers (but we.like’em).
Very correct for spectator sports, of
fice wear or week-end Jaunts. Maks
it up In washable sport silk or
shantung. Try a novel "cork” buckls
and buttons.
Pattern 9354 may be ordered only
In sizes 14, 16, 18, 20, 32, 34, 36, 8&
40 and 42. Size 16 requires 4 yards
36 Inch fabric.
Send FIFTEEN CENTS In colas
•r stamps (coins preferred) for this
pattern. Bp sure to write plainly
your NAME, ADDRESS, the STYLE
NUMBER and SIZE.
Complete,' diagrammed sew chart
iachktetL' *■' - - !> '. v - ~
Send your order to Sewing Circle
Pattern Department, 232 West Eight
eenth Street, New York.
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ON THE FLY PAPER
Manager—Where Is the Human
Fly? "3 '
Fat Lady—He got Into an argn-
ment with .his wife and she swatted
him.—Answers Magazine.
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Dear Mr. Wynn:
Every month, a club I belong ’to,'
bolds a meeting at which all the mem
bers have to tell a story on a subject
which Is told us a week before the
meeting. The subject, for our next
meeting, is: “The Stingiest Man I
Know.” Will you tell me the stingiest
man you ever met?
Truly yours,
, O. COMM TELLMEE.
Answer: The stingiest man I ever
heard of was a man who fell over
board and ns he was swimming ashore
a ^policeman hollered to him that It
T HEY were just three baby sparrows in need of protection when Frances A
Urban, fourteen-year-old high school glrk, saw them flopping about help
lessly in her back yard In Hollywood, Calif., and decided to befriend them. At
her home, the girl placed them in a cage near a window. A day later she heard
a flutter and saw a grown sparrow, tbea two, .beating wildly against the screen.
Suspecting the visitors were the birds’ parents, she placed the cage la the yard
and opened the door. One of the grown birds flew in with worms and fed
them., Each day, now, they are taken Into the yard to be fed la that fashion.
The girl plans to release the birds as scon as thfy aim able to fly.
They were there last week, y’ know.
He plugged him . . . through the leg
. . . hospital” He was speaklng jerk-
Uy. “The fellow in the car . . . yelled
as J ran u[ . . . then drove off. This
one^tuTfied . . . ’n’ I beat him to the
draw. He . . . he . . .” Tim Mulligan
leaned heavily against the desk, his
hands fumbling at the buttons of his
coat *■ *
The hoy had been watching him
closely, twisting the dapper tweed cap
between his hands. Koestlng brought
a glass of water but Mulligan refused
It.
’T’ve been layin’ for these fellows.
Knew I’d get ’em sooner or later. This
one is a bad one ..'. he don’t care .. .
for nobody . . but himself. He’d kilt
his . .. own folks ... to get away ...”
^ He turned and walked slowly to the
detectives’ office and let himself down
Into an arm chair.
Lieutenant Murphy opened the book
on the desk, and picked up his pen.
“Well, Tim,” he sail* slowly, “any
thing to say for yourself? I.’ve been oa .
the force many years but this Is the
hardest thing I have ever done ... to
put Tim Mulligan’s little tad behind
the bars. Yot have killed something
tonight You have killed the spirit In
your father’s heart His little tad ...”
“Make ( lt snappy, lieutenant I’ve
got tt cornin’, t guess, but I didn’t
think the old man would take me In.
I swear I didn’t . .
“Tim Mulligan has never flinched nt
doing his duty . . ..for 81 years . . .
and he never will as long as he’s on
the force ..."
Economic*!
Percy—I dream every night that
you and I are married. ' >
Gwendolyn—Grand idea—two eas
live gs cheaply as one that way.
No Chnrgo
"Where did you get the plot ef
your seoond novel?” '
“From the film version of
first!”—New York Dally Mirror.’
my
^•ry^ay Vlows
“How was the scenery, on your
trip?"
“It raa largely to tooth paste and
smoking tobacco”
When tho Gam* I* Ovor ——
"Fortune favors the brave.”
"Npt If the brave buy wildest
stocks."—Pathfinder Magazine.
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No* Economical Papor
Paper can be made from cornstalks
but the product would cost more than
paper made from wood according to
studies completed at the United States
bureau of standards.
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