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1 1 J 1 ! m The Barnwell People-Sentinel, Barnwell, S. CL Thursday, December 16. 1937' Ttoyd Qibbtottfn ADVENTURERS’ CLUB HEADLINES FROM THE LIVES OF PEOPLE LIKE YOURSELF! Scenes and Persons in the Current l\ews km m .99 H He Confessed a Murder' By FLOYD GIBBONS Famous Headline Hunter ELLO EVERYBODY: Meet James B. Doyle, hnyg and girlc, r>f Rrnnlclyn, 4# N. Y., who tells us a yarn today about a terrific adventure that happened to him while he was a member of a CCC camp in Long Island back in ’34. Jim was sleeping soundly, after a hard day’s work, when he was awakened by the bright rays of a flashhght in his face. It was still pitch dark in the bunkhouse and, he knew, not time to get up. “What’s the matter?” he growled. The light flashed off and Jim recognized the hushed voice of a buddy of his who occupied a bunk near him. The voice was shaking with sup pressed emotion. “Sh-h-h,” It warned. “Don’t make any noise. I want to tell you something—something important.” “Well, go ahead,” Jim answered, “but I don’t see why you wake a fellow up at this time of the night to tell stories.” “I can’t tell it to you here. Someone might be listening. Slip into your clothes and come to the washroom.” Told of Killing Infirmary Attendant. The washroom was a separate building. It was raining outside and Jim didn’t feel like getting wet. It was nice and warm in bed, too. But something in the voice of his excited buddy made him obey. He was sure something terrible had happened and dressed quietly. Silently both men made their way through the rain to the wash room. The flashlight showed them the way through the darkness. “What’s the big mystery?” he asked. Jim’s buddy looked about him carefully. He paced up and down the floor as though hesitating to tell what he had on his mind. “I’m in trouble,” he said Anally, “a lot of trouble. I want your ad vice. But flrst I want your promise that you will never breathe a word of this to a living soul.” “I promise,” Jim said wearily, "what’s the trouble?” 1 “I’ve just murdered a man!” Jim’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. Murder! He hadn’t m Im&i Vi mm , w HI V.-'-i'y :y% ■mm i A*. pOff :• : ^ > .* "• i 1—President Franklin D. Roosevelt pictured on the rear platform of the Presidential special as he departed for a southern fishing trip. 2—Chinese in conquered Shanghai waiting in line for the handful of rice that will stave off starvation. 3—Homer Graber, eighteen, of Mineral Point, Wis., shown with his 1,243-pound Hereford steer that won the grand championship in the junior feeding contest at the International Livestock shew in Chicago. NEW CARDINAL * mi Orphan Is Lamb-Raising Champ m 1 * m M®., m mm: r ■ “I’ve Just Murdered a Man,” He Said. thought it would be as bad as that. He couldn’t quite figure it out. He re membered seeing his buddy in bed earlier in the night and said so. “I know it,” the excited man went on, “but I got up in the night and went down to the infirmary. The attendant and I got into an argument and I shot him dead.” Jim understood now and recoiled in horror from the speaker. Face to face with a murderer he felt a feeling of revulsion. With a sickly smile he told the other he must be kidding. “I wish I was kidding.” was the answer; “if you don’t believe me go down to the infirmary and see for yourself. He’s lying on the floor in a pool of blood. I put two bullets in him.” Jim’s Turn Was to Come Next. Jim, still unable to associate his friend with such a cold-blooded kill ing, studied his twitching face carefully. In the dim light of the lantern it gleamed pale and set. The self-confessed killer stood—hands in his raincoat pocket—trying to read Jim’s thoughts. Jim thought he detectei a threatening gleam in his eyes. “What did you do with the gun?” Jim asked casually. Before he answered the other man suddenly stepped quickly before the door and stood, back to the door, facing Jim. His hands were still m his pockets; his eyes narrowed to two thin lines. Something in his expression sent the cold chills down Jim’s spine. “The gun is right here in my pocket,” he sneered, “and I was just thinking you know too much. You’re th? only man who knows I did it and I know what’s on your mind. You’re going to tell the state troopers. I was a sucker to tell you I killed a guy, but I’m going to kill you now and play safe. One more won’t matter.” And with that the self-confessed murderer came after Jim. Jim backed away, stalling for time. He talked fast and told the determined man that he was his friend. “Don't kill me,” he pleaded. “I won’t say a word. Run away now and they will never know who did it.” Jim promised anything to get away from that menacing bulk in the raincoat pocket. But his words fell like water on a duck's back. He was backed, hands in air, into a corner of the washroom. There was no pity in those eyes that stared—cold as ice—into his. In another sec ond Jim expected to hear the explosion that would send him hurtling into eternity. At the thought of this courage seemed to come to him. All the Result of Shell Shock. Wham! Jim braced himself and let fly a haymaker! It landed full on the other’s jaw. Jim didn’t stop to give him the count but tore out of the washroom into the night. Well, sir, Jim wouldn’t risk going back to the barracks. He hid all night, instead, in a pile of lumber. From his shelter he could see his erstwhile buddy slinking back and forth in the darkness, searching for his escaped victim. Not until daybreak did Jim make his way to the mess hall The mess sergeant glanced at his haggard, pale face. Over a cup of hot coffee that shook in his hand Jim told the sergeant his story. The sergeant listened intently but at the finish broke out into a roar of laughter. As he laughed he pointed outside. And up the path—alive and smiling—came the murdered infirmary attendant and his arm was around the man who had confessed to his murder! Jim heard the whole story then. It wasn’t a joke. His poor buddy, he learned, was suffering from shell shock, and, although he often had wild hallucinations he was, in reality, harmless as a baby! And that, boys and girls, is what I call an adventure! Copyright.—WNU Service. M Most Rev. Arthur Hinsley, arch bishop of Westminster cathedral in London, has been selected as one of five new cardinals by Pope Pius. He is the first Englishman to be accord ed this recognition by the Catholic church in many years. mL, S*V V&..V [ M A-. • I mStLSMk Synthetic Sea Serpent Visits New York II t® rr > * ffS P :bi! If t Bi k UP t /j\ 'ill 13X4 'j y ■ lm | jm mfi m nr * i *> > M. Wrss* M2 - n~- i 1 “None But Americans on Guard” There is a tradition that during an especially critical period of the Revolution General Washington is sued the order, “Put none but Amer icans on guard tonight” There is no record that such an order was ever issued, but that it might have been issued is suggested by a cir cular letter which Washington sent to his regimental commanders in 1777 regarding recruits for his body guard: “You will therefore send me none but natives.” A few months be fore Thomas Hickey, a pretended deserter from the British army, had tried to poison Washington and had been convicted and hanged. “Put none but Americans on guard” was one of the mottoes of the Know Nothing party which was organised about 1852. Legend of the King Here is an old legend of the eagle: “Alfred, king of the West Saxons, went out one day a-hunting and, passing by a certain wood, heard, as he supposed, the cry of an in fant from the top of a tree, and forth with diligently inquiring of the huntsmen what the doleful sound could be, demanded one of them to climb the tree, when in the top of it was found an eagle’s nest and lo! therein a pretty sweet-faced infant, wrapped in a purple mantle, and up on his arm a bracelet of gold, a clear sign that be was bom of noble parents. Wherefore the king took charge of him, and caused him to be baptized, and because he was found in the nest he gave him the name of Nestingum, and in after time ad vanced him to the dignity of as earL”—London TilBits Magazine. if mm Delicate Surgery Saves Boy’s Life /■'"i m2 Niftiness for New Year's 1330 13% 1397 A It 11 Boyd Maryhew, age fourteen, of Belleville, 111., an orphan, was the first of 2,000 boys and girls to win a championship at the national 4-H club congress in connection with the International Livestock show in Chi cago recently. Boyd is shown with his yearling Southdown-Shropahire lambs which were awarded the bine ribbon. L IKE to give yourself a lift for the New Year, Milady? Then spruce up with Sew-Your-Own — the easy way to chic. Here, for instance, are three swell swing models that will make you modern as tomorrow and put you in the running for the title, “best dressed woman.” Right now it’s parties you’re thinking of, so pick a pair of eligibles from today’s trio and you’ll be groomed to hob nob with the smart young set. Will You Dance? The New Year’s Party will be festive and so will you in the model at the left in black moire. This is a very young frock and not a little flattering to the debu tante figure. It has a skirt that’s built for dancing, and the oh, so slender waist is no drawback (take it from one who knows). Be sure, young lady, to have your version ready to go when the in vitation to celebrate comes flash ing over the wire. Spic ’n’ Classic. There's always a “morning aft er,” and that’s when you’ll be glad to have a spic and classic frock like the one above, center. It is suitable to take back to school to rouse the roommate’s envy and, pleasantly enough, it’s so easy to cut and stitch, a fresh man can’t go wrong. Make one version in flat crepe and a carbon copy in sheer wool—it is superb both ways. Ah, My Friends. How about • two-piecer of lame and velvet for that rousing family reunion over the holidays? The A 120-foot sea serpent which required 50 men to hold it down was one of the features of a recent holiday parade in New York city. The balloon with a helium capacity of 8,300 cubic feet is shown as it passed through Columbus circle. It was entered by a leading department store. She’s Best Canner Among 4-H Girls Miss Mary Frances Thompson of Durham, 8. C., given the title of national canning champion by the 4-H clnb congress held recently in m ' •':> '• Wm im ■jr y.A-.v ■ 4 Wp ?f»jp Saved from starvation by surgery after he bad accidentally seared his throat with snlphnrle acid, nine-year-old Ernest Slivickl of Minot, N. D., will soon be able to resume n normal life. Doctors at the Abbott hospital at Minneapolis, Mina., flrst fed the boy through an incision made In his stomach. Then they laboriously worked a string up through the stomach nad oat of the month, tying a larger rubber tube to the string each day. with Livestock Prise canners from every stale ticipated la the < model above, right, is two pieces, but it’s one with chic sad figure flattery. You’ll have your aunt ies making ohs and ahs and the bright young cousins calling you “the duchess”! Whet’s more you’ll look the part—a stunning compliment to your family as well as to the New Year. The Patterns. Pattern 1330 is designed for sizes 12 to 20 (30 to 40 bust). Size 14 requires 4% yards of 39-inch material plus 6 yards of groe- grain ribbon to trim as pictured. Pattern 1397 is designed for sizes 12 to 20 (30 to 40 bust). Size 14 requires 3Vfc yards of 39-inch material. Pattern 1390 is designed for sizes. 32 to 44. Size 34 requires 1% yards of 39-inch material for the blouse; 1% yards of 54-inch material for the skirt. Send your order to The Sewing Circle Pattern Dept., Room 1020, 211 W. Wacker Dr., Chicago, I1L Price of patterns, 15 emits (in coins) each. New Psttera Beak. Send 15 cents for the Barbara Bell Fall and Winter Pattern Book. Make yourself attractive, practical and becoming clothes, selecting designs from the Bar* bara Bell well-planned, easy-to rn ake patterns. C B«U Syndicate.—W1VU Sarrlca. 4—f Home Heating Hints •y John Barclay Haling Cxperf Don’t Shake Down Low Fire— Give Fresh Coal Good Start Then Shake Grates Gently Millions to Billions There was paid to factory wags learners in America in 1860 the comparatively small total of $620,- 467,474. Because of an increased demand created by advertising for factory products the amount paid to workers had grown to $11,620,- 973,254 in 1929. 'T'HERE’S a little fault with the *■ firing method of quite a few home-owners that I should like to correct. They have a mistaken idea that when a fire is low, all they have to do is to shake the grates vigorously and the fire will flare up again. Nothing could be further from the fact. A shallow, half-burned- out Are cannot be revived by shak ing most of the remaining coals r / nm iMAi EASES CHEST C0U Hiatt the tightness of your chest cold tonight with the thorough counter-irritant and va porizing action of Penetro, theaufir salve which has a bass of old- fashioned mutton suet together with 113% to 227% more medlew- tlon then any other Uy add cold salve. Rub with ataialess, snow-white Penetro both children and adults. Large jar Penetro^ SOa into the ashpit. The simple way to revive it is to add a sprinkling of fresh coal, giving it time to ignite. When it is burning well, shake the grates gently, stopping when the flrst red glow shows in the ashpit. Then refuel the Are, remember ing to fill the firebox to the level of the bottom of the Are door. This will provide a deep fire, which is considerably more eco nomical than a shallow one, for it burns less cna 1 and lasts a longer period of time. Also, it minimizes the attention you have to give shallow fire in trying to revive it. Many doctors racommaud Nujel because of Its gentle action on the bowels. Don't confuse Nuflsl with unknown products. Seeking Your Will You are seeking your own will. You are seeking some good other than the law you are bound to obey. But how long will you find good? It is not a thing of choice. It is a river that flows by the path of obedience. I say, again, man can not choose his duties. You may choose to forsake your duties, and ^choose not to have the son they bring. But you will go forth; and what will you find? Sorrow without duty—bitter herbe, and no bread with them.—George Eliot. Sacred Abuse The older the abuse the sacred it is.—Voltaire. Faithful Friend No matter how low man may fall, he can still find a dog to love him. COLDS DOOM, salvc, M I