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IM HcCORMICK MESSENGER, McCORMICE, S. C.. THURSDAY, APRIL 14, 1938 * STAR I | DUST | $ Aiovie • Radio $ ★ ★ ★★★By VIRGINIA VALE★★★ S YLVIA SIDNEY has just fin ished a picture called “You and Me/* with George Raft, for Paramount, but she’s not much interested in it—that is, not so much as she is in several other things. The house she has just bought in New Jersey, near Flemington, for instance. It's very old, and she is haying thfe usual trouble with re modeling, which never goes fast enough. But she’s also having ad ventures with it. For instance, some 12 coats of paint had been put on the dining room, during all the years—and when they were removed beautiful old pine paneling was discovered beneath. Furthermore, 'the land is good farming land, one hundred and six teen acres of it; grows good crops of wheat, oats and alfalfa. —*— Irene Dunne has formally adopted the little four-year-old girl who has been living with her for the last year; she took the child from the Wmm : I• ; . ... - - : SSK-S’IWtojhmwW . Irene Donne New York Foundling hospital, not from the Cradle, in Chicago, which is the fashionable place to get babieg. —*— Jean Arthur is coming back to Die screen, after a year's absence dae to her private battle with Co lombia. She's been vacationing in Yosemite, but will go to work soon In the screen version of “Yon Cant Take It With You,” the delightful play which has been having such a long ran on the New York stage. —*— Gene Autrey is another star who has been having difficulties with his studio. In his case it was just a little matter of money. —*— Remember the fuss when John Charles Thomas refused to broad cast if he couldn’t finish with “Good night, Mother”? Well, that same kind of trouble bobbed up on the Fibber McGee and Molly program, and the rules of the broadcasting company were broken. Fibber was ending with “Good night, Molly,” and was told he couldn’t do it any more. But—“Mol ly” is the name of a character in the show, explained the sponsors, so it might logically belong there. In real life, “Molly” is the wife of Jim Jordan, the man who plays “Fibber McGee,” and is just re covering from a long illness. —*— When the Radio City Music hall in New York holds a picture for a sec ond week you may be pretty cer tain that the picture’s a success, and one that you’ll want to see. “Jezebel” made the grade recently. —*— Dolores Del Rio returned home with glowing tales of her vacation trip to Morocco, and a lot of souvenirs— perfume, jewelry, necklaces. Leaving Africa, she . flew across Spain, and on to Paris, where she saw a lot of old friends and acquired a lot of new clothes. Dolores reported thankfully that she did not bring back any souvenirs of the civil war in Spain, nor of the threaten ing international situation in Eu rope, generally. —*— ODDS AND ENDS ... Cory Grant had a novel present the other day—a bottle of old-fashioned cough medicine, which he sadly needed, from Katherine Hepburn . . . Bette Davis entertained Mrs. Roose velt at Clara Bow’s “It” cafe . . . The Mondes led in the 1937 popularity poll conducted by the Motion Picture Herald, a trade paper for exhibitors . . . Rosalind Russell gets Joan CrawfonTs role in “Shop Worn Anger because Joan didn’t like it ... George Brent has bought a home near Kay Francis’ . . . Spencer Tracy’s popu larity rating is now on a par with Clark Gable’s and Robert Taylor’s . . . And Tracy, Taylor, Wallace Beery and possibly Franchot Tone will work together in “Northwest Passage” . . . Allen Jenkins and his wife picked Mexico City for their vacation . . . "Scaramouche” will be screened again . ..So will “The Sea Wolf" for the third time! C Western Newspaper Union. Dolores Del Rio Tloyd ADVENTURERS’ CLUB HEAOIINES FROM THE LIVES OF FEOPLE LIKE YOURSELF! >* “The Doctor and the Killer By FLOYD GIBBONS Famous Headline Hunter H ello everybody: You knoV, boys and girls, a doctor’s life is full of adven ture. It’s full of inconveniences too. They never know at what hour of the day or night the telephone might ring and send them rushing along on a sick call. A doctor crashes the Adventurers’ club today with the story of his most nerve wracking experience. Dr. John A. Mangieri of Brooklyn, N. Y., is his name. Speaking about doctors, though, I want to tell you first a thing I saw in a theater one evening. The play was a melodrama. The packed house was silent at a particularly thrilling moment when suddenly a voice rang out from the audience. “Is there a doctor in the house?” Everybody looked around at the interruption. The actors stopped in the middle of their lines. A little man with a serious face was standing in the aisle. Then another man with a beard got up next to me. He called toward the man in the aisle. “Yes,” he said, “I’m a doctor.” The little msm looked the doctor over while we all watched with bated breath. Then he waved his hand: “Hello, Doc!” he said. And sat down! That’s all there was to it. But there ought to be a law. Don’t you think so? Called Out at Two in the Morning. Our Doe. Mangieri's call wasn’t any joke. Doc had gone to bed, dog-tired after a busy day at the hospital when that bloom ing phone of his tore him out of the drowsy arms of Morpheus. Doc rubbed his sleepy eyes and glanced at the clock. Two o' clock in the morning! Swell time for anybody to get sick, he thought, and answered the insistent ring. But it wasn't the phone. It was the doorbeU. Worse luck! Probably an emergency acci dent. Well, sir, Doc dragged his weary limbs out of bed, the way he had done many times since hanging out his shingle, and staggered down to the door. Doc was practicing medicine at that time in the Bath Junc- The Man on the Bed Had Been Shot. tion section of Brooklyn. A stranger stood at the door. The stranger looked pretty tough and he seemed nervous. “A pal of mine is sick,” he said, and begged the doctor to come at once and visit him. Doc says he admits he didn’t like the looks of the man, but a doctor’s duty comes first, so he climbed into his clothes and stepped out to make the call. A taxi stood at the door and the stranger insisted that Doc ride with him. Doc noticed another shady looking gent sitting in the back seat of the cab, so he decided he’d take his own ecu: and play safe. “I’ll follow you,” Doc said and climbed into his coupe. Evil Looking House in a Bad Street. The cab shot away and turned so many streets as Doc followed that the good doctor didn’t know where he was. Finally the cab stopped in an evil looking street and Doc drew up at the curb. The house they had come to was even more evil looking. It was a forbidding looking frame house without any lights showing. As the cab drove away Doc was escorted up the rickety steps by the two men. The second man, Doc says, was even tougher looking than the first. They opened the sagging door with a latch key and went inside. A dim gas light burned low in the hall. Without a word one of the men led the way up the stairs while the other dropped in behind Doc. Doc says he Just knew something wad wrong and wondered if they were going to attack him. They turned into a half dark bedroom. On the bed fully dressed was a third hard boiled looking gent. Ordered to Treat a Wounded Man. And then Doc understood. The man on the bed had been shot. His hands as he gripped his stomach were red with blood. Doc was in a bad spot. There is a law that forbids doctors to treat bullet wounds Without immediately reporting them to the police. The law is very strict. A doctor in the Dillinger case is in jail now for treating the wounded gunman. Doc hesitated, but as he glanced around at the glowering faces he realized he’d have to do something OR ELSE! One of the men nudged him roughly. “Get busy. Doc,” he growled. Doc did some quick thinking. The men he knew now were gang sters. If he didn’t treat their pal they might give him the same dose of lead. If he did, the police would have to be notified and the gangsters would come back at him for that. He stalled and told them he had left his stethoscope in the car. They let him go and Doc went out. In the street he got a break. A policeman was passing. Doc didn’t want to leave a wounded man die without medical attention, so he decided to go back. But he told the policeman that if he wasn’t out in 20 minutes to come after him. Then Doc as he entered left the latch off the door. Police Came at the Right Moment. His patient, Doc found, had been shot in the stomach. His friends dropped their pretense and told him bluntly to extract the bullet and be fast about it. Doc told the truth that the operation was difficult without an X-ray. He suggested a hospital. The patience of the gunmen was now exhausted. Doc expected any minute to have his head bashed in. One of the thugs raised a clenched fist. “Can that hospital stuff,” he growled, “or we’ll send you there.” And just at that moment, like in a play, the policeman came with radio car reinforcements and took the gang off Doc’s neck. And the next day Doc read in the papers that his patient and his pals were held in jail for wholesale murder! That was years ago, before the G-men made it safe for doctors— and Doc hasn’t failed to treat a patient since. Copyright.—WNU Service. What Causes the Rainbow The rainbow is caused by light from the sun passing into a drop of water and out again after reflection from the far side. Since the drops are spherical, hence are quite alike no matter how turned, it follows that the angle between the lines from drop to sun and eye must always be the same whether the drop be high up or near the ground. This requires that the rainbow, as viewed by an observer, must appear circu- >ar Named Bay of Paria When Columbus discovered Trin idad in 1498 he called the Bay of Paria the Gulf of Pearls, because of the quantities of oysters attached to the trunks of the mangrove trees rooted in the waters there. It was his belief that when the oysters opened, drops of dew fell from the trees and eventually became pearls. He hoped to And enough to make a necklace for Queen Isabella, but enemies sent him home in chaini without the pearls. DORIS DEKE S (0LURII1 Opinion May Be Right, but Don*t Meddle With Affairs of Others. pJEAR MISS DENE: My friend is in love with a best | man whom all our crowd know to be a loafer. He proves this by not get ting work and by spending most of his time in my friend’s home, glad ly accepting the hospitality her par ents foolishly offer him. He eats most of his meals there and of course never takes his girl even to the movies. We try to persuade her to give him up—but so far without success. Can we stand by and see her tying herself to a man who will make her miserable? I have read your column often and like the ad vice you give. Should be obliged if you would offer some advice to me. ANSWER—Whether it’s your best friend’s true love, or your cousin’s fiance or your brother’s wife who’s causing you sleepless nights of anx iety, make up your mind to this def initely. You can’t persuade an in fatuated man or woman to give up romance, not if you shout common- sense slogans at them for the rest of your life. Hands off other peo ples’ happiness, even if you kndw they’re going to make a mess of it. You naturally see all the worst side of your chum’s chosen mate. You know a great many practical details about him which she over looks. You look at him impersonal ly and coldly and find him wanting. And from an absolutely common- sense point of view you may be right. But don’t forget this: that the girl who is in love with her man knows more about him than you do, in many ways. She may understand that certain weak nesses of his have held him back and made him a failure. She may realize that her influence and help can put him on his feet and give him something to work for. She will be the first to detect signs of improvements while you and the rest of the crowd are still siuing on the specta tor's bench and booing loudly in his di rection. And often what appears to out siders a man’s shameless willing ness to eat his sweetheart’s family out of hearth and home is nothing more nor less than an indication that the infatuated swain is pleas ing his lady. For if a determined girl wants to see her suitor every day and all the time she can usually persuade him to be in constant attendance, even though his compliance with her wishes puts him in a bad light with his friends. Very often a man is criticized for monopolizing a maiden’s thpa with out doing anything to entertain her. The world cries “shame,” and wags its head compassionately over the sad fate of the deluded damsel. And all the time the poor man is merely carrying out his lady’s or ders. I suggest, Gwen, that you give your pal a chance to see what she can do about improving her shiftless affinity. Perhaps she is wiser than you think. rtEAR DORIS DENE: I have a sister-in-law who is the bane of my existence. She is a competent housekeeper and excessively tidy. Whenever she comes to see me she manages to make me feel that my home is badly run and my children are not cared for as they should be. She makes a nervous wreck of me, yet my husband is so fond of her I cannot forbid her to enter my home. What can I do to overcome this nervous dread?—Mrs. R. S. P. ANSWER—If your sister’s criti cisms get under your skin, it’s only because you feel that there is some truth in them. For if you were convinced that you were doing your honest level best to run your house right and give your children the proper care, your own self-respect would bolster up your confidence and take away all your fears. Figure it out this way: Take some one special thing which you know you do well—far better indeed than your sister-in-law does it. And sup pose she came to you with one or two little suggestions about improv ing yourself in your own particular line. Would you cringe with fear? You would not. You’d laugh off her unfriendly little hints—^because your confidence in your own particular ability would help you to ignore the over-criticism. Girls in business offices often tell me that one particular boss is worse than an other because he always makes them nerv ous—picks out their weaknesses, fastens on their chief flaws. The answer is that the particular employer in question has scented the truth; that whereas Betty may be an excellent stenographer she is care less and indifferent about her filing. Or whereas Marie is a model of efficiency when it comes to office routine, she is hopelessly bad at typing and prefers to let it slide. Now the sensible woman who is faced with criticism which renders her a nervous wreck, does one of two things. Either she seeks to strengthen her own weak points so that she is able to stand up to her critic. Or else she helps her own self-confidence by figuring out that she is a pretty good average. If she knows herself to be an in different housekeeper but realizes that she makes up for this defect in many ways, she can begin to pat herself on the back, once in a while. Let her concentrate on her own strong points and remember them when she is faced with accusations of inefficiency. <£ Bell Syndicate.—WNU Service. E A LETTER comes from a read- er enclosing rough sketches of v stitches from a silk patchwork quilt. She writes, “I inherited this quilt from a great aunt and it is the final touch of luxury in my guest room. It never occurred to me that I could make one like it until I saw your article about patchwork stitches in the paper. I am following your advice about using an old wool blanket as a foundation—only I am using the best parts of several worn blan kets. I plan to join the blanket sections with whipped seams and then arrange my final patches along the joinings.” Depend upon a modern home maker to figure out efficiency methods! And here are the stitches she sends. The many- hued silk, satin, and velvet pieces are first pinned or basted to the foundation with lapped edges turned as shown here. If you would like to know how to make more of the fascinating stitches used to sew the pieces in place, you will find them in the new book offered below. Be among the first of your friends to make one of these gay quilts. It is the smart thing to use one anywhere that you would use an afghan. Collecting and arranging the lux urious bits of silk and inventing new embroidery stitch combina tions is just qbout the most ex citing of all the new revivals df Victorian home arts. NOTE: Mrs. Spears’ latest book on SEWING—Gifts and Embroid ery—is now ready. Ninety em broidery stitches are illustrated; also table settings, crochet; em broidery designing; fabric repair ing; novelty gifts and dress ac cessories. Forty-eight pages of step-by-step directions. Available to readers who will send name and address and enclose 25 cents (coin preferred). 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