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c » Thursday, November 3, 1932 How One Woman Lost 20 Pounds Of Fat McCORMICK MESSENGER, McCORMICK TOST HER PROMINENT HIPS— DOUBLE CHIN—SLUGGISHNESS Gained Physical Vigor—A Shapely Figure If you’re fat—first remove the cruse! Take one half teaspoonful of Kruschen Salts in a glass of hot v/ater in the morning—in 3 Greeks get on the scales and note* 1 how many pounds of fat have vanished. Notice also that you have gained in energy—your skin is clearer— you feel younger, in body—Krus chen will give any fat person a joyous surprise. But be sure it’s Kruschen—your health comes first—and SAFETY first is the Kruschen promise. Got a bottle of Kruschen Salts from any leading druggist any where in America (lasts 4 weeks) and the cost is but little. If this firs!; bottle doesn’t convince you this is the easiest, SAFEST and -surest way to lose fat—your money gladly returned. —Adv. Brian to the Rescue By ALICE DUANE GREENWOOD, S. C. THURSDAY and FRIDAY November 3rd-4th Jackie Cooper Conrad Nagel and Lewis Stone in “DIVORCE IN THE FAMILY’ Special Added Attraction FRIDAY and SATURDAY November 4th-5th Jack Max SHARKEY SCHMELLINC Championship Fight SATURDAY, November 5th Johnny Mack Brown in “THE VANISHING FRONTIER” MONDAY and TUESDAY November 7th-8th George M. Cohan Jimmy Durante and Claudette Colbert in ‘THE PHANTOM PRESIDENT’ WEDNESDAY, November 9th Clive Brook Frances Dee and Gene Raymond in “NIGHT OF JUNE 13TH” Livestock Reminders For November Notice CLEMSON COLLEGE, Oct. 31.— Suggestions for the care of livestock in the late fall are given as remind ers by Prof. L. V. Starkey, chief ani mal husbandman; C. G. Qnshnian, extension dairy specialist ; ^hd P.‘ H Gooding, extension poultryman. Animal Husbandry Breed sows for spring litters. Feed weanling pigs liberally. Plant winter forage if not plant ed. Food cull sows liberally for 30 days and market them. Provide shelter for the winter months. Feed beef cattle on cheap feed 17 but do not allow them to ’ose much weight. Turn beef cattle on velvet beans and let them graze until Decem ber or January. Dairying Increase the bam feed as pas tures are killed by frost. T ct the cows clean up the corn and hay fields after these crops have been gathered. Gather about 500 pounds of vel vet beans per cow to use in grain ration. Provide warm, dry, clean stalls for fall-born calves. Use a carefully selected purebred dairy bull. Use November spare time remod eling bams, putting in concrete floors, and other improvements. Poultry Select now the best hens for next year’s breeders. * Purchase male birds for next year’s breeding flock. Feed pullets a wet mash now that the days are getting short,— about three pounds per 100 birds. If electricity is available, keep ■fell-night lights on the laying flock. <£) by McClure Newspaper Syndicate. WNU Service I T HAD been nn unusually uneven tful morning for Brian Kent, sitting at his perfectly appointed desk in one of his uncle’s spacious offices. Brian was getting into shape a re port his uncle had asked him to have ready that afternoon. Once or twice that morning he had beeu on the verge of interrupting this report business, finding an excuse to dictate a letter so that even for a short feW minutes lie could have had a reason to have his uncle’s very charming young secretary sitting at the opposite side of his desk. But there was always a chance that his uncle migh^ come in unexpectedly— and the report was urgent. The steady dull drone of machinery was becoming almost unendurable— and then the low, throaty growl fol lowed by the high deafening slrriek of tlie fire alarm. No special need for alarm, Brian quickly assured himself. After all. the factory people had probably been given specific instructions for orderly exit from the building in such an emergency. The factory side of the building Brian knew was practically fire proof hut this older section that housed the executive offices and the office staffs was of wooden construction. There was a sprinkler system and numerous fire exits, but even then things some times happen— Brian quickly gathered up the pa pers strewn on his desk, crammed them Into his coat pockets and dashed into the large hare room where the typists and stenographers had their desks. Most of tlie desks were al ready deserted. (Jirls were hurrying across the floor to an exit beyond. He called to some who lingered and told them to go without delay. “Where Is Miss Mason?” he called to one of them. “She ran into the accounting de- par; men:.'* the girl told him. Brian muttered an oath to himself and dashed forward to the account ing department. Miss Mason was kneeling beside a small safe in one of the smaller offices.' In a fraction of a second he reached her. took the papers from her hands, threw them in the safe and without waiting to explain lifted her in his arms. “What are you doing?” she asked, ami then realizing that there was no alternative let her slender young body relax in ids strong young arms. “There is no terrible hurry." she fold him. as he hurried down the hall. But Brian assured her that he was taking no chances. He would have carried her down the fire escape if she had not so seriously objected. In stead he went down the stairs ahead of her. turning back at every step to assure himself of her safe descent. Alice Mason breathed a sigh of re lief when she had reached the ground and rcnlir.cd thr.t none of the girls had hr^n looking on. “They will all he over at the other side.” she told Brian, who stood look ing down at her in a friendly, pos sessive way. . “You had me worried for a min ute,” he said. “And don't you ever take time to put letters in the safe again.’’ “But that’s orders from your un ole." Alice said. “There’s always the chance that a letter might he valu able—so just ns a matter of drill we always do it.” “Matter of drill!” Brian repeated blankly. “Always do it! What do you mean?” ‘Must that every time we have a fire drill we are supposed to do precisely what we would if there was a real fire—” Brian looked amazed and then laughed. “The Joke’s on me." lie told her. “But how did I know it was only a drill? Xn one told me.” “How did yon happen to run across me?” Alice asked. “Weren’t you go ing to leave the building?” She was trying not to laugh at him. “Not until I’d found you.” he said. “You see. that’s the first thing I thought of when I heard that shrieking siren. I suppose I thought I was sav ing your life or something—anyway. I’m glad for your sake the other girls didn’t see the rescue—” He looked a little crestfallen and foolish. “I wouldn’t have minded. If you hadn’t,” Alice told him. “I started to cry out at first, because I was so stir prised. But—I didn’t mind. I’d been hoping all morning you’d send for me to take some dictation—” “And I’d been wishing I had a chance—” A gong rang. Alice said It was the signal to return to the building. She wasn’t laughing now. “I’m very grate ful to you.” “Oh, pshaw,” Brian told her, “I really made a mistake—and inci dentally let you know, as you must know now, that I’m seriously Inter ested.” “Couldn’t we talk about that some other time?” Alice suggested. “That is—I’ve got to get back in line to go in with the other girls—” she was walk ing away from him now—“but I’m in terested, too.” “Let’s talk about It tonight at din ner,” he called softly. “I’ll call you In for dictation and we can make plans— So long, Alice—” “So long, Brian. Thanks for the rescue. And next time there’s to be a drill I’ll let you know.” Marcellus and the Plutocrat By H. IRVING KING © by McClure Newspaper Syndicate. WNU Service M arcellus sanders had a shanty down on the shore, just above highwater mark. He was un aged fisherman and a clam-digger, wrinkled, of solitary life and crabbed disposition. To him came Mr. Whit- ney-Blake, one of the “rich folks” from “up on the hill.” Marcellus had been purveyor of clams to the Whitney Hluke family for years—a sort of fishy feudal retainer as it were. “Marcellus,” said the plutocrat, “you know my daughter. Do you ever see her down here—with a young man— going sailing?” “Sure,” replied Marcellus, “comes down to tiie boathouse over there— goes off in that catboat—the Cilde— moored off the end of the float.” “Whose boat is it?” “Young man named Bascomb,” growled Marcellus. “It is as I suspected,” thought the father and then: “Marcellus, the next time you see my daughter and that young man go out sailing together, go to the nearest telephone and call me up. If I can catch those two together I will give you five dollars.” “AH right,” said Marcellus. Over Ills heroic food the clam-digger mused deeply. Then he chuckled. Air. Whitney-Blake was strongly averse to a marriage between his daughter and Roger Bascomb. Bas comb was a newcomer to the com munity; had made himself immensely popular and had been paying decided attentions to Caroline. The wary fa ther had Investigated and found that Roger was fond of pleasure, deeply in debt and might justly be looked upon as a fortune hunter. Having ac quired this knowledge he proceeded to talk to Caroline. “Why. father,” said she, “I haven’t the faintest idea of marrying Roger Bascomb. I like him. of course—who could help liking such a good-natured, agreeable fellow?” “I do wish. Caroline,” said tiie fa ther, “that, out of your many suitors, you would pick one of whom I could approve. There is Cyril Patterson, for instance.” “Oh, Cyril is well enough,” laughed Caroline. “I am afraid it’s tiie Pat terson money you are thinking of, pa pa, more than of Cyril himself.” Mr. Whitney-Blake. a big business deal engaging Ills attention, relaxed his supervision of Caroline's love af fairs. Then one day he received a jolt. He had been out to Denver look ing after one of his many investments and as he got off the train he met •Mandy Budlong just getting on. “Ah. Mr. Blake,” cried Mandy. “'bout time you got home. You’ll he just in time for the wedding.Currie goes out sailing ’most every afternoon now. and they do say—” “All aboard!” shouted the Impatient conductor and. with a firm hand, hus tled the garrulous Mandy up the car steps. Mr. Whitney-Blake thought rapidly for a full minute. Then he walked down to the shore, which was near the station, made his way to the shan ty of Marcellus and had the interview described above. When he reached home Caroline greeted her father as a dutiful and loving daughter should. An hour or’so after luncheon, while Air. Whitney-Blake being busy with papers in his library, Caroline got in to her runabout and drove out of th*» grounds. It might have been an nour or so later when the telephone bell rang and the voice of Marcellus said: “They’ve gone out sailing again. Ex pect ’em back about five.” At five the wrathful parent was on the beach. But the wind had fallen and it was growing dusk before he saw’ the Gilde come slowly in and pick up her moor ings. In the half light he could see that the catbnat’s crew’ consisted of a young man and a young woman. “I’ve got ’em,” he thought. They entered the dingy and rowed ashore. Mr. Whit ney-Blake was on the landing stage to receive them. “Why, father!” cried Caroline. "You here? Cyril and I have had a delight ful sail.” “Good evening, sir,” said the cheery voice of Cyril Patterson. “Glad to see you back. May I come up to the house? I have something important I w’ant to say to you regarding—er—er —Caroline.” “Certainly,” replied Mr. Whitney- Blake blandly. “Hi hi!” came the voice of Marcel lus as the trio moved off. “Excuse me a second,” said Whitney- ; Blake and turned back. “Where’s that five dollars?” asked the fisherman. “Five dollarsT” returned the pluto crat, “you ought to get a punch in the* jaw. Thought you told me my daugh ter w’as going out sailing with Roger i Bascomb.” “Didn’t,” replied Marcellus. “Said ’twas Bascomb’s boat. So *tis. Pat terson’s chartered it for the smuuier.” ! “Why didn’t you tell me that?” de manded Mr. Whitney-Blake. Air. Whitney-Blake saw that Caro 1 line and Cyril were watching him. Hr ; pulled five dollars out of his pocket and handed it to the clam-digger. “A little bill 1 owed Marcelies for clams,” he explained as he rejoined them. That’s all except that Roger I’.as comb married a rich widow two | months after Cyril married Can line. | and that Mr. Whitney-Blake to< ks with ' admiration upon Marcellus as Peing i the only man who ever got the best i pf him in a business deal. 1 Jl Few m Uttle V* /-"I • 1 jles. GOOD GAME Bobbie and bis little sister were playing in the garden. Their mother had given them an apple each. Bob bie hud eaten his straightway; Mary was saving hers for the time being. “Let's play Adam and Eve,” Bobbie suggested. “How do you play that?” asked Mary. “You tempt me to eat your apple and I give way,” was the explanation offered. Obeyed to the Letter “Now.” said mother to Frank, “if they pass the cake a second time, you must say, ‘No, thanks, I’ve had plenty,’ and don’t you forget it.” All went well with Frank until the hostess said, kindly, “Won’t you have another piece of cake?” "No, thanks. I’ve had enough, and don’t you forget if,” was the astonish ing reply.—Tit-Bits. Conscientious Yegg Sty-Eyed Stymie—Gus sure is a con scientious guy—he just returned $2,000 that lie had stolen from the bank. Bleary Barney—What’s the grand idea? * ■ Sty-Eyed Stymie—The morning after the robbery the hank president report ed $18,000 stolen. (Jus had really $20,000, so lie sent hack the extra $2,- 000 so the bunk’s books would balance. HAD CUT THEM OUT A i I -v, y • 7 /A s L r-“ v, yAxApH?,'-. ” Little Ethel—Don't you like to play with paper dolls any more? Little Willie—No. I cut them out long ago. Chance to Make Good “Hello, is tins tiie Better Business bureau?” “Yes.” “Well, bow’d you like to come down and make ours a little better?”—Wall Street Journal. Inexcusable “That man was very rude,” said the songster to the hostess. “In what way?” “When you introduced me as a crooner, he said Tm a coroner. Hope to see you again.’ ” An Achievement City-Bred—Yonr method of culti vating your crop is old-fashioned. I’d be surprised if you got more than ten pounds of apples off that tree. Farmer—So would I. It’s a pear tree!—Cambridge Chronicle. Praise? Mudd—Dauber does very realistic work, doesn't he? Aluck—Yes; those apples he paint ed two months ago are now said by critics to be rotten !—Pathfinder Mag azine. Going It Mother—I'm afraid Robert Is burn ing the candle at both ends. Father—Huh r That hoy has cut the candle in two and Ht up all four ends. —Boston Transcript. NOT CONFINED TO INDIA “There are men in India who hold i heir hands over their heads all the time.” “That’s nothing—men do that in Chi cago all the time, too.” Cauce for Complaint Circus Manager—Well, what’s wrong now? India-rubber Man—Every time the Strong Man writes a letter he uses me to •»ub out the mistakes. Poor Judgment •Mothtr, did baby come from heav en?” “Yes.” “Fancy leaving heaven for n home like this:” MORE suitable: F The young man was burning the- candle at both ends. Seldom did he arrive home until the small hours ofi the morning. Finally his father decided to tackle* him on the subject. “Don’t you think,” he said rather sternly, “that you ought to try to mend* your ways?” Jim nodded. “Well, dad,” he replied, “I’ve at last decided to settle down and do some work.” “And what might you be thinking of doing?” asked the surprised parent. “I* think‘I’ll take up( poultry farm ing,” said the young man. “H’m!” sniffed his father. “Better try owls; their hours would suit you better.” PAGE NUMBER EIGHT Music Clubi Meets WHEN HE DID T>/V Lady Visitor—And when does your term expire, my good man? Life Prisoner (dryly)—When I do, ma’am. Undaunted Love “So you want to marry my daugh ter?” “Yes.” “Young man, have you considered her family in this matter?” “I have, but I love your daughter so much that I’d be willing to put up with almost anything.” The Mfinotelfcahon Music CIuf» held a meeting at the hpme oT Mrs. C. H. Fooshe Friday afternoon. Business was discussed and elen,- tfon. of. ofificers was held: President—Eula Caudle. Vice-President—Trula Winn. Secretary—Matilda Williair.j. Treasurer—Virginia Freeland. Chairman of Program Commit tee—Louise Smith, Evelyn Winn, and Eula Caudle. Reporter—Eugenia Langley. A ffew musical games were playeri and delicious refreshments weie> served by the hostess, after the fol lowing program was rendered: March of. the Flower Girls—Wacfn —Virginia Freeland. Little Attic of Dreams—Grey— Charles Henry Williams. Reading — Matthew — Imogenct Sanders. Music Among the Pines—Wyihai> —Matilda Williams. Hungarian Fantasy—Schlesinger —Eula Caudle. X Schedule Of Home Demonstration Work For Next Week Youth Demands Service “I suppose,” remarked the visitor, “you bought that set of encyclopedias so your high school daughter can look up things she wants to know.” “No,” replied her dad. “so I can look them up and give her the in formation she wants.” — Cincinnati Enquirer. Defenseless Maiden Alother—Jane, what do you mean by allowing that man to k f .ss you last night? Jane—Well, he was too strong for me to resist and you told me never to speak to strangers.—Pathfinder. A Definition Freddy—Father, what is an ego tist? Father—An egotist, my son. is a man who tells you those things about himself which you intended to tell him about yourself. Summed Up Blake—After all, what is enough money to satisfy a man? Drake—Enough to keep his wife contented. Blake—Oh, I’m talking about possi bilities, not just pipe dreams. Monday, November 7, Bethanj/ 4-H Club 2 p. m.; Bethany H. E>. Club 3 p. m. Tuesday, November 8th, Mt. Car mel H. D. Club. Wednesday, November 9, Young-’a H. D. Club. Thursday, November 10, Dowtim H. D. Club. Friday, November 11, Meriwether H. D. Club. Saturday, November 12, office. txi AIR DEMONSTRATION BY PUR SUIT SQUADRON TO FEATURE CITADEL HOMECOMING WAY TO CURE HIM Grandmother—Does Tom still talk about his motlier’s cooking? Mrs. New wet 1—Not since I invited her to come and spend a week with us and let her do the cooking. Near Enough Visitor (at station)—Is this the 3:15 train? Station Agent—We’ve nothin’ so precise es thet, sir. We jest calls ’er the afternoon train.—Newport Re cruit. Proper Dre** Maid—There is a man at the door asking fo** an old suit. Master—Give him my old coat “He says he has seen better days.” “Then give him my old tuxedo.”— Travaso (Rome). A Few Reasons Hubby—What makes you think we ought to go to your mother’s house for dinner tonight? Wife—Weil, the pantry’s empty and’ I’ve mislaid my cookbook and I’ have no money—that’§ all I can think of' now. Gentlemen Friends “Who’s that waiting for you. Myr tle? Your Candy-and-Flowers or your Dinner?” “Naw, that's just my Transportation. He’s taking me downtown to meet my Theater Seats.” On the- Job “It seems to me,” said the office manager, “that your phone is ringing Incessantly.’* “That’s strange,” replied the junior clerk. “I answer it every time wife cans.” , Us&JL 11 ■•*•'•**<* ' i i i T CHARLESTON, S. C.—At Char leston on Saturday The Citadel wilt entertain its Alumni on Homecom ing day with an air demonstration by the crack 33rd Pursuit Squadron, U. S. Army, consisting of twelve- fighting planes. In addition there will be a review, parade, guard- mounting, al fresco dinner and the Annual Citadel-Clemson footbailB game. A record homecoming fe expected. The program is: D a. m.—Registration. 9-10 a. :n.—Barfacks open for inspection of visitors. 10 a. m.—Air Demonstration by 33 Pursuit Squadron (12 planes) U. S. A. 11:15 a. m.—Review for Alumni and Parade. 11:45 a. m.—Guard Mounting. 12:15 a. m.—Demonstration R. O. T. C. activities. 1:15 p. m.—Dinner Indian Hill. 2:06 p. m.—Annual Meeting, As sociation of Citadel Men. 3:60 p;,m.—Citadel-Clemson foot ball gamje. 9:00 p. m.—Dance—Alumni Hall. X 100 At Junior Order Meeting Approximately 100 delegates rep resenting councils in Greenwood,. Abbeville, Laurens, Newberry and? McCormick counties, attended the quarterly meeting of the third dis trict of the Junior Order held hero Friday night with D. M. Stone of Woodruff, district deputy, presid ing. The Newberry council for the fourth consecutive time won the attendance gavel and members off that council are hopeful now of winning it twice more when it wiiF be their own. B. V. Chapman, state senator- elect from Newberry county, and T.. E. Wicker of Newberry, were among those who made inspiring talks. The delegates were welcomed to Greenwood by Mayor W. A. Bar nette. The next meeting will be held! with the McCormick council irs January.—Index-Journal, Oct. 3D. Deaths Among Colored People Carrie Morton, aged 60 years, who died on October 31st, was buried at Mt. Moriah church cemetery on No vember 1st at 2 o’clock p. m. J. S. S rom’s service in charge. Eliza Jennings, aged 25 years, died October 29th, after being sick rome time. Burial was made at Mt. Moriah church cemetery at 2 .'SO* o’clock Monday afternoon. J- S. Strom’s service in charge.