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HcCORMICK MESSENGER, McCORMICE, S. C.. THURSDAY, APRIL 14, 1938
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★★★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
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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
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ADVENTURERS’ CLUB
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“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
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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.
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guest room. It never occurred to
me that I could make one like it
until I saw your article about
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I am following your advice about
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