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The Barnwell People-Sentinel, Barnwell, S. CL Thursday, December 16. 1937'
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ADVENTURERS’ CLUB
HEADLINES FROM THE LIVES
OF PEOPLE LIKE YOURSELF!
Scenes and Persons in the Current l\ews
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He Confessed a Murder'
By FLOYD GIBBONS
Famous Headline Hunter
ELLO EVERYBODY:
Meet James B. Doyle, hnyg and girlc, r>f Rrnnlclyn,
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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
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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.
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“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.
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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.
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“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.
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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
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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.
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Home Heating
Hints
•y John Barclay
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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
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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.
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