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McCORMICK MESSENGER. McCORMICK. S. C.. THURSDAY, JANUARY 13, 1938 mi K tj SmI* 1 -.V I v. ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ ! STAR ! I DUST | $ jMLovie • S.aJio * ★ ★ ★★★By VIRGINIA VALE★★★ I NSPIRED by the swarm of lo custs in “The Good Earth’* and the terrific storm in Gold- wyn’s “Hurricane,** several motion-picture producers have set out to capture honors for staging spectacles that make your hair stand on end. Advance reports indicate that * Twentieth Century-Fox have topped all in the matter of spectacular de struction. This company in filming “In Old Chicago,” staged a fire that destroyed a- sixty-acre city. In the midst of stampeding cattle and terror-stricken crowds, gas mains burst and shoot pillars of flame high into thesair, oil gushes from tanks and sets the river ablaze, iron gir ders melt. Before this cycle of horrors catches up with our screens, we should give thanks to Carole Lombard fbr providing us with - another com pletely loony com edy, “True Confes sion.” No one can play a girl who seems not quite bright with the gus to of the beauteous Lombard and in this she has the perfect role for her, that of Carole a girl who just can- Lombard not tell the truth. Radio programs that introduce you to your neighbors, both famous and obscure, and act as community get-togethers are getting more pop ular every day. Charles Martin’s “Front Page News” and “Thrill of the Week” have been renewed for a year. Edgar Guest’s “It Can Be Done,” Bob Ripley’s program and Gabriel Heatier’s “We, the People” are slated for a long and successful life. Paul Wing’s Sunday morning spelling bee over NBC has a list of applications yards long from peo ple who are eager to test their jean Muir was a very unhappy girl when she left Hollywood a few weeks ago. For the three years or so that she was under contract to Warner Brothers she had been pleading for a good role in one of their big pictures, but they relegat ed her to dull parts in quickly- made films. Now Jean can rejoice that Hollywood let her go. She opened in a play in London and two talent scouts cabled Hollywood that she was the big find of the year. She will probably come back with a contract calling for a much bigger salary, much better parts.’ —+— The most important member of Benny Goodman’s swing band is a woman, and she doesn’t play an in strument. She holds the checkbook. So while you won’t see her with the boys in “Hollywood Hotel” you can just figure that she is there in spirit. She is Ethel Goodman, eld er sister of Benny, and in the year that she has been with the band she has not only kept all accounts straight, she has mothered the boys, taking care of them when they were pi, bullying them when they wouldn’t eat their spinach or get enough sleep, sympathizing with them when they were unhappy. —*— Marek Weber, distinguished Vien nese orchestra leader beginning hfs direction of the Car- “Contented this month, i nation Hour” succeeds Dr. Frank Black, whose duties as general musical director of NBC forced him to relin quish the baton. With Weber’s debut as conductor, “The Contented Hour” enters upon its sev- e n t h consecutive year on the air. In Europe, Weber is known as “the Toscanini of light music.” Franz Le- har, composer of “The Merry Wid ow,” said of him, *T cannot wish for a better interpreter of my works than Marek Weber.” Marek Weber ODDS AND ENDS—Jack Benny won't start working on his next picture for a * few weeks, so Paramount has assigned his old dressing room to Marlene Dietrich. Jack and his radio script writers are no end upset because that is where they do their best work . . . Myrna Loy encour ages the freckles on her face by going about in the sun hatless. The freckles servi as a fine disguise when she appears in public . . . Edward G. Robinson’s new picture “The Last Gangster" is the best gangster film of all ... Glenn Morris who stars in “Tartan's Revenge” says exactly four words in the whole picture . . . Tony, the back-stage bootblack at the C. B. S. playhouse in New York, has his own way of honoring Kate Smith. He keeps a special rag.in his left hip pocket with which he shines her shoes just be fore she goes to the mike . . . Bing Cros by and George Murphy entertained the shoppers in a Hollywood store no end when George decided to play floonvalker and Bing decided to sell handkerchiefs When customers balked, Bing threw in a ADVENTURERS’ CLUB HEADLINES FROM THE LIVES OF PEOPLE LIKE YOURSELF! « Death Fog By FLOYD GIBBONS Famous Headline Hunter H ello everybody: Well, sir, the Vikings of old used to sail the sea? in oared galleys that were hardly bigger than the motor cruisers in which we plough through our lakes and rivers today. I’ll give them a lot of credit for their nerve. But they had oars to row with and sails to carry them along. They knew where they were going and they had a pretty good chance of getting there. I’m betting a lot that there wasn’t a Viking in any age who would have put himself in the spot Pete Gear of Sunnyside, L. I., found himself in. Not for any amount of money. It happened in September, 1927—and here’s how. Pete got a job on a coal barge. And one of the first trips that barge was sent on after Pete joined the crew, was a tow out to sea with a load of coal for a ship that was to meet them a hundred and ninety-five miles out in the Atlantic. The rendezvous at which they were to meet was southeast of Block island. A tug was to take the barge out. Five men com posed the barge’s crew. Four of those fellows—Pete included— had never been out to sea before. The fifth man was a regular sea-going bargeman. They Couldn’t Find the Boat. On the afternoon of the day appointed, the tug came along and the barge was hooked on behind it. Pete says the trip up Long Island sound was like a moonlight excursion. But after they passed Montauk point, the sea was mighty rough. The four landlubbers immediately got seasick. It was a hard night for those lads—but it was going to be a lot harder before they got back. The next day, when they arrived at the appointed spot, there was no sign of the boat they had come to meet. The tugboat captain told the bargeman to drop anchor and he would circl(#i* . ound and see if he could find the other boat. He cast off the tow line and the tug steamed away. Soon it was out of sight. There was nothing in sight, as a matter of fact, but water and more water. They were nearly two hundred miles from the nearest land. Then, half an hour later, a thick fog settled down over the anchored barge. Anchored in the Shipping Lane. Says Pete: “We were lying in our bunks, too sick to move, when the regular bargeman came in and told us about the fog. He explained that we were anchored in the shipping lane, and that was a dangerous posi* r S< £ tong. C Western Newspaper Union. Pete Yanked Away On That BelL tion. We would have to keep the fog bell ringing as long as the fog lasted. Otherwise we would most likely be run down by one of the liners which were continually passing through that part of the ocean.” And that was only the beginning. The troubles crowded thick and fast after that. It was night now, and the bargeman went aloft to hang a riding light. He was hardly up there when he fell to the deck and lay still, his leg broken. “Then,” says Pete, “the nightmare began.” Pete picked him up and carried him to his bunk. The other three men were still lying in their bunks, the ghastly pallor of seasickness on their faces. When he had done what little he could for the injured man, Pete went out and started ringing the fog bell. The night wore on, and the fog showed no sign of lifting. Pete yanked away rhythmically on that bell, tolling a monotonous dirge. His arm was getting tired. His hand was chafing from its constant contact with the bell rope. Every minute he expected to see the bow of an ocean liner looming over the barge. Every minute he expected to hear a thud and a crash of splintering timbers as some huge craft cut them in two. Pete Had to Keep Ringing the Bell. Pete began to feel that he couldn’t hold his arm up to pull that bell rope any longer. He went into the cabin and tried to rouse one of the seasick men. Not one of them would get up. Pete was seasick himself, but these fellows felt a lot worse. In vain he told them of the dangers of leaving that bell unmanned. They didn’t care whether the barge went down or not. In fact, one or two of them hoped it would. Pete dragged himself back to the bell. He was sick—sleepy—aching. But he couldn’t quit. His life depended on it. And so did the livfes of those other four men in their bunks. Dawn came, and still he was jerking away on that rope. Still the fog hadn’t lifted. All morning long—all after noon—he stuck to his post. Both his hands were so raw now that he had to hook his elbow through the bell rope and pull it with his arm. Night came—and still Pete was at it. His whole body was stiff now. He ached in every muscle and joint and bone. His arm was working mechanically now. He scarcely realized that he was pulling that cord. And for TWO NIGHTS AND A DAY Peter rang that bell. Never will he forget the nightmare of that experience. On the morning of the third day he couldn’t take it any longer. He didn’t quit. He just fell asleep—right where he was—from sheer exhaustion. Found by an Airplane. When Pete awoke again the sun was just disappearing over the western horizon. But the fog had lifted. There was no sign of the tug. When the fog came down it had been unable to find the barge—and it still hadn’t found it. All that third night they waited. On the fourth day Pete sighted a plane. It circled around in the skies and then headed back toward land again. “When it turned around,” says Pete, “I thought that pilot hadn’t seen us.” But the plane had spotted the barge. It had been sent out from New London for that very purpose. And on the fifth day the tug boat came out and reclaimed its lost tow. It didn’t take Pete long to get over the effects of his adventure. Now he looks back on it as quite an exciting experience. There’s one thing, though, that makes Pete mad. He worked himself to exhaustion, trying to keep some vessel from sending that barge to the bottom. “But in all that time,” he says, “I didn’t see a single one of those big liners that I was in such fear of.” ©—WNU Service. Where Yale Is Burled All around the Welsh village of Bryn-Eglwys, writes H. V. Morton in “In Search of Wales,” lies prop erty which once belonged to the Yale family, one of whom, Elihu, did so much toward founding Yale university. Elihu lies buried, how ever, r.ot in the Yale chapel at tached to the church of Bryn-Egl wys, but at Wrexham, ten miles away. Both places are much vis ited by Americans traveling in Wales. Cock Fighting, Cuban Sport One of the most typical of Cuban sports is gamecock fighting. It dates from the landing of the first Spanish galleon on the island’s palm-fringed shores with blue-blood ed fighting roosters from Andalucia. But Cubans also support numerous other sports. They are extremely fond of horse racing, and confirmea addicts of the great American game of baseball. They like track com petitions and fishing, yacht racing and hunting. DORIS DERE'S [OLumn No Such Thing as Good Husband for Any Girl; Must Be Suited. TYEAR MISS DENE: I should like to know what you consider is a good husband for any girl. My daughter has a chance to marry a fine young man, and so far as her father and I can see, he is about as good a type for marriage as any she is likely to meet. But she says that he would not make her a good husband, and she treats him so bad ly, I wonder that he stays around. I want to help her but I need an outsider’s opinion to help me first. —W. Va. ANSWER—There is no such thing as a good husband for ANY girl. There are plenty of good husbands in the world but their efficiency is founded on the fact that they found the women best suited to them and that their wives’ love and adoration help to make them good husbands. But a man can be honorable and fine and a good provider and a ten der loving companion—yet bore his wife to death and make her rest less and dissatisfied for the remain der of her life. It’s not that he does anything wrong. It’s just that he can’t possibly do anything right for the woman who doesn’t love him. If he is generous and sweet and kind, she despises him for be ing an easy mark—and longs for the primitive caveman type. A man may be thrillingly romantic, passionate and possessive enough to satis fy any maiden’s dream but if he doesn’t find the right woman, he will be a loss on the matrimonial market. For the wife who doesn’t love him will yawn in the face of his most dramatic outbursts and will yearn for a quiet, placid existence with a nice, calm life-partner. Mothers and fathers of course look over their possible son-in-law with a practical eye. If he’s a good provider and an honest, steady worker, they are at least relieved of any worry about their daughter’s fu ture and it is quite natural that they should OK the courtship. But they must not forget that Mary will manage to make herself desperately unhappy even in a ten- room house with a garage and a smart car and two new frocks a week—if the man she marries isn’t her idea of a good husband. True she will not know the suffering and despair of utter poverty but if she has an imagination and the will to use it in the wrong direction she will arrange to have a special sort of suffering which will cast a blight On her marriage. Very often we see a young man pointed out as a splendid candidate for marriage because he neither smokes nor drinks nor fools around with women. Yet letters come to me from girls who have married these exemplary characters—letters which complain bitterly: “He doesn’t seem to be human. I wish he had a few faults so that he’d be more like other people. He nev er wants to go out and frowns at the slightest suggestion of frivolity. I feel that I am getting to be an old woman, without ever having had any fun.” And that other perfect candidate for marriage, “The good steady worker,” can be just as unsuccess ful as his shiftless brother if he chooses the wrong mate. For his industry and his untiring energy and his preoccupation with his job will get on the nerves of the woman who has no ambition for him, and who would rather live simply on very little money than be a busi ness widow. F\EAR MISS DENE: I have been •L-' going with a boy for a year now and while he says he likes me, he has never shown any signs of love. I however have fallen very much in love and want to do anything I can to win him. You have helped others—will you help me?—Bobbie. ANSWER—I’m afraid I can’t work any magic, Bobbie, which will make your lukewarm suitor a helpless vic tim of love. And unfortunately there are no active steps you can take, without upsetting the romance en tirely. It is certainly tough to be a mere woman under circumstances of this sort, since it has always been wom an’s lot to wait patiently and meek ly until some great brute has made up his mind that she will do. No use kicking against the facts. Bet ter to face them. However, woman is a more com plex creature than man and for that reason the tricks she plays on him are apt to work. Whereas few men are quick and clever enough to fool any woman with their artful dodges. Therefore, Bobbie, you might give your hero something to think about by invent ing another beau. Stop being the steady, steady girl friend and begin to show signs of being elusive. Don’t be so almighty easy to date. Talk vaguely about other plans. Keep a memo book around in which to jot down dates—instead of being eagerly ready to say “yes,” whenever your true love suggests an evening. It’s just possible that this year’s friendship has been too easy and matter-of-fact to strike a romantic note with the man in the case. Throw a little glamor around your self and build up a few illusions to convince the boy friend that his dear old pal is after all an ex tremely attractive and rather mys terious feminine being. A very little judicious feminine deception can work wonders wit! the tempo of a man’s heart-beat. © Bell Syndicate.—WNU Service. Simple or Sophisticated? IH3I 14-35 n fl A PRETTY girl is like a melody and her frock is the swing in it that makes you remember her— and never lets you forget. Sew- Your-Own puts that “remember me” ingredient into all frocks, from its'simple all-occasion mod els to its more exclusive fashion firsts. You, Milady, have an ex ceptional opportunity today to choose an engaging frock from this taking trio. Just send for your pattern and Sew-Your-Own will do the rest—see you through every step to a happy, successful finish, or, in other words, to a thrilling frock fortified with much “Remember me.” Five Shipshape Pieces. Start your day in an attractive morning frock if you would leave a bright all-day impression on the family. Sew-Your-Own suggests the new, young-looking dress at the left for creating a really last ing impression. It will impress you, too, for the five pieces fit together so effortlessly and pro duce such shipshape style that you’ll be not only pleased but thrilled. Gingham, percale, or seersucker is the material sug gested for this popular frock. Exclusive Looking. A beautifully styled frock that will lend a festive feeling and a note of glamour to every occasion is the /smart new piece, above center. It is modern of line, gra cious of detail, and flattering be yond belief. The new tucked skirt looks important, yes, even exclu sive, but happily for you, Milady, it’s as easy to sew as any you’ve done. Note the little button trim and youthful collar and cuffs to add that telling touch of good taste. Make a copy for now in satin or silk crepe. Come-Get-Me Look. Winter is here, but Spring is packaged up for an early deliv ery, which would behoove the fas tidious young woman to now turn her gentle thoughts to the prob lem of what-to-wear. The slim- waistecl model, above right, should set one straight, both in matters of thoughts and actions, for it has that come-and-get-me look that’s so typical of the mod ern Sew-Your-Own. The “act” of sewing is most simplified in this little number, as the seven pieces and the cut-away diagram clearly illustrate. Make this frock in du plicate for your complete chic and resistance to clothes worries. The Patterns. Pattern 1431 is designed for sizes 36 to 52. Size 38 requires 4% yards of 35-inch material. The collar in contrast requires % of a yard. Pattern 1436 is designed for sizes 12 to 20 (30 to 38 bust). Size 14 requires 3% yards of 39-inch material, plus % yard contrasting. With long sleeves 3% yards are required. Pattern 1435 is designed for sizes 12 to 20 (30 to 40 bust). Size 14 requires 4% yards of 39-inch material, plus % yard contrasting. Send your order to The Sewing Circle Pattern Dept., Room 1020, 211 W. Wdcker Drive, Chicago, 111. Price of patterns, 15 cents (in coins) each. Dr. Pierce’s Favorite Prescription is a tonic which has been helping women* of all ages for nearly 70 years. Adr. 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