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(AdvJ Today’s Happenings Not what has happened to my self today, but what has happened to others through me—sh'ttild be my thought.—F. D. Blake. GOOD RELIEF of constipation by a GOOD LAXATIVE Many folks get such refreshing relief by inking Black-Draught for constipation that they prefer It to other laxatives and urge their friends to try it. Black-Draught Is made of the leaves and roots of plants. It does not disturb digestion but stimu lates the lower bowel so that con stipation Is relieved. BLACK-DRAUGHT purely vegetable laxative _ J Eric Yelled to Him te Stop. tains. Either he starves to death, freezes to death, or end* up at the bottom of a gorge with his bones broken.” He put away his lunch un eaten-strapped on his knapsack, and started out with the rest of the party to search for the lost man. Riding Fast to Sure Death. For two hours they hunted, doubling back on their own tracks, try ing to find the place where he had left the party. Finally, they spotted him—a rapidly moving speck, far off to the left—a man on skis, hurtling at express-train speed down the side of the mountain. It was a sight that should have brought Joy to that anxious little party of searchers, but it only filled them with a new and awful fear. Unfamiliar with the country, the man on skis was riding STRAIGHT TO HIS DESTRUC TION. The slope he was careening down so merrily ended In a steep towering cliff. If he wasn’t stopped before he got to the bottom, he would be dashed to pieces on the ice-covered rocks below. Eric thrust his feet into the toe-straps of his skis—told his comrades he was going to try to head that poor devil off. “You can’t do it,” his friends told him. ”He’s too far gone. Nothing on earth could reach him in time. You’ll only go over the cliff yourself.” Eric didn’t even hear the last of it. He was on his way, shooting down the mountainside In the direction of the doomed man—and the threatening, ever-nearing cliff. The man ahead had almost a two-mile lead when Eric started. He’d need all the speed he conld master to close that gap la time to save the poor fellow from the cliff. He raced along down the moon tain, knees bent, head and chest thrust forward to lower the wind resistance—using every bit of strength and that was in him. Saved by Eric’s Desperate Measure. He was careening along now at forty miles an hour, the rush of cold air in his face making his eyes water so that he could hardly see. He crouched lower and stepped up his pace. Now he was making forty-five— forty-eight—fifty, and slowly gaining on the man ahead. About half • mile from the cliff’s edge, he caught up with his man—motioned to him to halt Then his heart sunk as the fellow waved back at him and kept right on going. Eric yelled to him to stop. The wind ripped the words from his month and carried them away up the mountainside. Ho tried making motions again, bat yon can’t make many motions bal anced on n pair of skis going fifty miles an hoar. The edge of the cliff was only two hundred yards away now. There was sne chance left and Eric took it He whipped np his speed, passed his man, and flung himself headlong in his path. There was no mistaking that gesture. The friend braked his skis, slowed down, fell in a heap over Eric’a bruised and lacerated body! When he got up again—saw the edge of the cliff only fifty feet away— his face turned white as the snow that had nearly carried him to hia death. And after that, boys and girls, came one of the briefest conversations on record. The lad Eric had saved stood up, looked down at that gaping declivity before him, and in a weak voice said: “OH.’’ Eric didn’t say anything. After all, what was therahto-say? ©—WJTo Service. Last King of England The last king of England and date of his reign prior to tho union of Scotland and England waa Edward VI, who reigned from 1547 to 1553, but the last ruler of England during the period prior to the union of Scot land and England was Queen Eliza beth, who reigned from 1558 to 1003, notes a writer in the Philadelphia Inquirer. Upon her death aha was succeeded by James VI of Scotland, who became the first "British” king, and was thereafter known as James 1, founder of the bouse of Stuart He was tho son of Mary. Quota of Scots, granddaughter of James IV sod Margaret daughter of Henry VII. Ho reigned as James I 1803 to 1835 (HiS B 13871. Being Left-Handed If you are left-handed, don’t wor ry. There was a time when people regarded the use of the left hand as something not quite nice, ob serves a writer in London Answers Magazine. They would use every form of persuasion to make a child use the right hand, however unnat ural it might be for him. Some scientists say that it is wrong to make a child turn from his instinct —whichever hand be habitually uses is the right hand for him. In fact to compel him to change may have a serious effect on him mentally and physically. One expert goae fur and aays that it is the duty el to loam to U facility. It Is us to ho Machines Test Heart, Probe Lung “Downhill Toward Death** By FLOYD GIBBONS Famous Headline Hunter tJELLO, EVERYBODY: * * Here’s a yarn, fellow adventurers, that socks 17© right smack in the weakest spot I’ve got. You know, I am not afraid of mice, and I don’t go around nights looking un der beds for burglars. Some day I might even get used to being shot at or torpedoed, or chewed up by man-eating kangaroos. But height—altitude—elevation—anything more than two inches off good, flat, solid ground just about scares me to death. Today, reading a yarn from Adventurer Eric K. Frank of Palisades Park, N. J., I got a dose of altitude fever I couldn’t very well avoid. It was quite a few miles away from here, boys and girls, and quite a few years back. The episode that is scaring the pants off of me happened on Winsel-Burg mountain in south Germany in the year 1927. Then, Eric Frank was one of a party of hardy souls who had gone out with a guide for a skiing jaunt on the treacherous slopes of the Winsel-Burg. They had been climbing up steep paths, edging their precarious way along narrow, ice-covered ledges, skirting treacherous cliffs and dodging dan gerous pitfalls. Finally they came out on a broad slope covered with hard-packed January snow, whose vast, glistening expanse reared it self high up the mountain side, and here the leader called a halt. One of the Party Was Missing. Four hours is a long time to be climbing. That bunch of ski-pushers hunkered right down in the snow for a rest—started opening up knap sacks—got out their lunches. They were all set for a nice quiet little meal in the peace and stillness of the great outdoors, but they forgot that old Mother Nature, for all that she is a quiet old dame, can be cruel and murderous when she has a mind to. The knapsacks were open—the lunches oat—some of the crowd had started eating when the guide remembered a precaution highly necessary in those regions where people get lost from their parties, fall down cliffs and get stack in crevasses. He started to check over the people in his charge to make rare none of them were missing. He counted the gang twice, frowned, counted them again. Then, his face pale and hia voice shaky, he announced that the party was short one man. Eric Frank had a queer feeling in the pit of his stomach when ha heard that announcement. “I was filled with fear,” he says, “and I know everyone else was too. I pity anyone who gets lost in those moun- JV/IEDICINE, like industry, has benefited by the ad vances of the ma chine age. Here the camera portrays a few of the ways machines aid in the battle for health. Above: An electro cardiograph testing the current gener ated by a patient’s heart, in Philadel phia. Results of the test are measured on the indicator shown. Historic Hoaxes 8 By ELMO SCOTT WATSON C Western Newspaper Union. El r ar 1 ro Radium poisoning has been cured by the machine above, which also de tects amount in body. Such painful afflictions as arthritis and rheumatism are treated by the articu lator. machine pictured here. Miss Virginia Jones of Philadelphia is receiving the benefit of ultra short waves and exercise. / The patient shown has some foreign object in her lung. In the hands of an expert surgeon, the broncr.r.srope. which contains electric light, probe and hook, will get it out While an “Iron lung” or respirator make it possible tor him to breathe, this New York paralysis victim is entertained by sympathetic musicians. The "iron lung” has saved scores of lives. eMrw-vtaM amp c “Flyinf Dutchman” OO AMAZING have been the de- velnpments in aviation in recent years that it is a brave man indeed who will venture to say “Why, they can’t do that!” when told of some new feat in the air by man. There fore, it is not especially remark- sble. perhaps, that the whole world accepted as authentic a photograph which came out of Germany a year or so ago. It showed a man flying through the air Just above and a little ahead 01 four others Who were running after him. It might have been mistaken for a skier in action except for the fact that he was holding two bell like objects end apparently blowing into them through a tube. The de scription on this photograph read: "For the first time In history e man has succeeded in flying under his own power. This picture shows Erich Kocher of Berlin performing feat, followed by his excited is. He blew into the bell-like arrangement, causing to revolve two rotors which also served as wings. On his feet was s ski landing gear, and attached to his hips was s 'tell skid.’ ’’ , So cleverly had the photograph been "doctored” that it passed for an authentic representation of an epoch-marking incident in aviation and was accepted as such—yes, even by American newspapers which printed the picture with the headline. "Man’s First Flight Under His Own Power.” It was not until some time later that the hoax was revealed. Considering the news that has been coming out of Germany about Hitler’s treatment of some of its citizens, one wonders if the "fly ing Dutchman’s” name has some significance. "Kocher" could easily be mistaken for "kosher,” you know! • • • Washing the White Lions IT’S only once or twice in a cen- 1 tury that Easter Sunday falls on April 1 but on one of those occasions the coincidence made it easy for some April Fool prankster to per petrate a classic hoax In March, 1860, several thousand ditizens of London were greatly flattered when they received » neatly-printed and official-looking card which bore the following inscription: ’TOWER OF LONDON! Admit the bearer and friend to view the annual ceremony of washing the white lions on Sunday, April 1, 1860. Admitted at the White Gate. It is particularly requested that no gratu ities be given to the wardens and their assistants.” No one hsd ever before heard of either the White Gate or the white lions so everyone who received one of these invitations was curious to know whether the latter were real or just statues. Children especially were thrilled at the prospect of see ing them—it was just like going to the zoo. A few staid citizens were dubious about the propriety of attending such • function on Easter Sunday but that didn’t bother several thou sand others who entirely overlooked the fact that it was also April 1. So they swarmed to Tower hill In han som cabs and on foot and began Inquiring eagerly of the gatekeepers where the White Gate was. As soon as the gatekeepers saw the invitations they immediately recognized the hoax and they greatly enjoyed the opportunity of answering "April Fool!” to the ea ger inquirers. In fact, it has been suspected, although never proved, that some of these gatekeepers were the perpetrators of the hoax which has become historic in England. • • • Long Distance Taxi Ride S EVERAL years ago newspapers all over the country printed an amusing story, furnished to them by one of the press associations, which told how a bibulous visitor to New York hailed a taxicab and, in response to the driver’s query, "Where to?” repUed, "Losh Ang- lesh—and pleash don’ drive too fas’.” Whereupon the taxi driver took him to Los Angeles and. ar riving there, looked at his meter and announced that the fare was 8900, which the bibulous ofle cheer fully paid. Then, so the story ran, the driver sold his taxi and re turned to New York by bus. It was a good story until—the cab driver mentioned was located in New York and denied the whole yarn. He did admit that, during the depression, be had loaded hia moth erless children in his taxi and head ed west, hoping to find work some where en route. But he found that jobs were just as scarce in other parts of the country as they were in New York, so, when he reached California, he sold his taxicab and returned home with Ids children by bus. So that much of the yarn, at least, was true. As for the tipsy passenger and the |900 taxi fare which be paid—that part of tha story was invented by the press agent for the Junk yard to which the taxi car That, in itself, isn't sore • Far who hnari af • MbB yard hirteg a •pall Somebody Else First Typist—I’m going out to> night with an Irishman. Second Typist—Oh, really? First Typist—No. O'Brien. First Step ‘‘Today’* my wife’s birthday,” said the manager to hia asaistant. “I want her to* be very happy when I go home this evening. Can you suggest anything?” ‘‘Yes, sir; I’d suggest you re move that lipstick from your ear.” MODERN WAR When shopping this morning 1 called at a shop Ar vegetables. A boy just over fourteen years came to serve. I asked for one pound of Spanish onions. With a look of surprise, he said: “Ain’t got any, lady; they ain’t got time to dig ’em up. Don’t you know there’s a fight on in Spain?”— Exchange. A scientist says that Ish shrink after death. Net when it’s aa angler who lands than. Before or After First Clubman—I wish I dead. Second Clubman—Can’t marry her—or did you? you When a girl wean her heart m her sleeva, la it a call te anas? ~ % === g. Make tha Mama stJoseptf Your Buy-wonT Whan Yoa Want GEHUIYE PURE ASPIRUV Worlds Larqagt SnNnr atlOj Duties and Ylrtae The truly virtuous man fulfils his duties in their order, end makes the small give way to the great duties.—Joubert. BLACKMAN SM fteti MHm ~ Are Reliable— A-Brik. e Blackaiaa’s Sleek • Blackaiae i Cow Teeie ’* Hog Pc Fcwder Highest Qeaffty-Lowest Prtom Satisfaction Guaranteed or your money back BUY FROM YOUR DEALER UMmiM STOCK KMOKCR. 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