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McCORMICK MESSENGER. McCORMTCK. S. C.. THURSDAY, MAY 19, 1938 WHO’S NEWS THIS WEEK • • • T> EPORTING the return of Poult- ^ ney Bigelow from a visit to his friend, the former kaiser, and his fervent approval of dictators, has become a matter Mr. Bigelow of annual r0 utine. Hat a Yen It is an old story, for Fuehrer* but the freshness and vehemence of Mr. Bigelow’s disgust with democ racy and enthusiasm for fuehrers always makes it interesting. He is the patriarch of Malden-on- the-Hudson, with relatives and de scendants, down to great-grandchil dren, all np and down the river. He will be eighty-three years old on September 10. His father, John Bige low, was American minister to France under Abraham Lincoln. He hunted birds eggs with the kaiser, forming a lifetime friend ship, broken only by the war, which he charged the kaiser with having started. He recanted afterward and the two old men meet annually to salute “Der Tag” when only the all wise and all-just shall rule again. O Consolidated News Features. WNU Service By LEMUEL F. PARTON N EW YORK.—Two or three years ago, I was one of a group of newspaper men arguing about who was the best reporter who ever D D . worked around Boy Burton here Qne 0 i d _ti m _ Knew How to er was holding out Fan Up Story for R °y Burton, whom he had known on the Brooklyn Eagle in the nineties. Burton, he said, was the best leg-man and digger, the most fearless, and the most gifted in fanning up a story out of nothing at all. He knew make-up, too, said the oldster. The diligent reporter has been duly rewarded. He is the Sir Pom eroy Burton whose magnificent French chateau the duke and duchess of Windsor were looking over recently. With the Northcliffe papers in London, he became a multi-million aire, as he transformed British jour nalism with daring American tech niques. He became a British citizen in 1914 ami was knighted in 1923. In addition to his vast newspaper interests, he is a magnate of elec tric power and utilities. He was a printer’s devil on his father’s newspaper in Youngstown, Ohio, and, at the age of twelve, was knocking about country printshops in Ohio on the same job. He became a compositor on the Brooklyn Eagle. Heating of a vacancy on the news staff, he persuaded the city editor to give him a try at reporting. He hired evening clothes to cover a society function. There, Colonel d r -l j Hester, owner of Bo** Liked the Eagle , W as Youth in tremendously im- Hired Tails pressed with the personable young man with whom he was talking, and thought he had met him some where. Young Burton did not re mind the colonel that he had seen the young man in a printer’s apron a few days before. He became city editor and man aging editor of the Eagle, held im portant executive positions with the World and the New York Journal and was taken to England by Lord Northcliffe in 1904. Ten. years later, he owned all but a few of the Daily Mail shares not owned by Lord Northcliffe. In the World war, he virtually headed the organization of British propaganda, and many of the most damaging anti-German stories were attributed to him. His enemies charged that he had “debauched British journalism with degrading American sensationalism.” His friends insisted he had en livened and regenerated it. He bir Pomeroy sional t r j p to Visit* U. 5. America with a With Valets staff of valets and secretaries, suave, dressy and still fit and impressive at seventy-two, with more than a touch of British accent. Over here, he always hated the name Pomeroy and shortened it to Roy, hut picked it up again in Eng land. He had been named for “Brick” Pomeroy, the cyclonic jour nalistic disturber of the latter.* half >. of the last century, and he held Mr. Pomeroy in low esteem. Pom eroy was almost, but not quite, a winner. From a Wisconsin crossroads, he rammed around the country in newspaper and financial brawls, and, in his old age, just through sheer animal spirits, started plug ging a tunnel through the Rocky mountains, at Georgetown, Colo. He was flattened by the ’93 de pression and died soon after, with nothing to show for his life’s work but a hole in the ground. Then it was discovered that the tunnel had gouged into fabulous mineral wealth in Kelso mountain. Eight years ago, the tunnel went on through the mountain, as the Moffatt tunnel. Star Dust ★ Farrell-Gaynor Re-Make 'k Blondell Sisters ★ Hollywood Boomerang? By Virginia Vale AT LAST Charles Farrell has -tV a,!! opportunity to stage a come-back in American movies, one that his admirers of the days when he was making pic tures with Janet Gaynor have wanted for him. He will ap pear in a re-make of one of the Farrell-Gaynor hits, “Sunny Side Up.” Remember it? It was the picture for which Far rell and Gaynor had to learn to sing, to the dismay of practically every body else on the Fox lot. For they worked at it endlessly, it seemed to Janet Gaynor the others, with a voice coach, and the results were distracting, to say the least. But the result was worth it. But this new version of the picture is going to be something different, judging by the cast. It will star Shirley Temple—and will include Bert Lahr and Bill Robinson. * Every so often come rumors that Maude Adams will appear on the screen. Now it’s David Selznick who is said to have captured her, to play the dowager in “The Young in Heart,” with Janet Gaynor, Paulette Goddard, Douglas Fairbanks, Jr., and Roland Young in the cast. Since her retirement from the stage in 1918 she has refused to discuss movie offers, but this time she at least was willing to talk things over. —*— Remember that little native lad in “Elephant Boy”? You’ll see him in 'Gungha Din,” with Victor McLag- len, Cary Grant, and Jack Oakie. The fact that he’s to be included would look as if, when the poem is screened, the picture will show the influence of “Kim,” which has been about to be screened for years. If you want to see a movie star in the making, go to “Accidents Will Happen” and see Gloria Blbndell, sister of Joan. She’s on her way. She has been for quite a while, so far as that’s concerned, but it is just leading her to the movies, be cause she didn’t want to cash in on her sister’s success. * If you encounter a man who’s tremendously interested in the folk music of your part of the country he’ll probably turn out to be one of the Radio Rubes. Each Friday each of the three leave New York, going in different directions, in a search for old American melodies; they al ready have a collection of two thou sand. Recently Harry Duncan de voted himself to New England, while that same week Zeb Turney flew to the Mid-West and Eddie Smith went south. *— Now that Marlene Dietrich has signed to make a picture for Twen tieth Century-Fox, with Ronald Col- man, and to make three for Colum- bia, you can’t blame the Para mount officials who let her go if they are doing a bit of worrying. For Frank Capra may direct one of the Columbia re leases, and he has a way of turning out smash hits. And it’s no fun to lose money on a star, let her go, and then have her bring gold into the box office for somebody else! * Moyd ADVENTURERS’ CLUB HEADLINES FROM THE LIVES OF PEOPLE LIKE YOURSELFI « »* Marlene Dietrich ODDS AND ENDS—William Janney, whom you’ve seen as the kid brother in the “Hopalong Cassidy” series, has taken to the air, in “Pepper Young’s Family” . . . Joan Crawford, after twelve years with Metro, has signed for another five— can do one stage play a year if she likes . . They’re shooting again on “Marie Antoinette^' . . . Johnny Weismuller will play Tarzan again for Metro soon . . . Seven stand-ins who have been in the movies for years got their chance when they were cast as themselves in “Shop worn Angel” . . . Crane Wilbur, of the silent films, will play Napoleon for Warners’ in “The Hundred Days” . . . Frances Dee drew a nice assignment when she was chosen to play opposite Ronald Colman in “If I Were King." £> Western Newspaper Union. River of Triple Doom By FLOYD GIBBONS Famous Headline Hunter H ello everybody: Here comes a real adventurer, boys and girls. She is Mrs. Eleanor de Villareal of Harbor View, Fort Wadsworth, S. I., N. Y., and she is bringing us a tale of adventure that will blow your hat off. In a way, Eleanor is champion among the adventurers who have had their yarns printed in this column because she parlays her thrills—has three of ’em, one right on top of another. It’s a brand new way of playing the adventure game—and boy, oh boy, what it does to your heart action. When Eleanor was a little girl her parents built a summer home at Pine Beach, N. J., and Eleanor spent many happy months of her child hood, swimming, fishing and boating on the Toms river, the broad, tide water inlet that runs past Pine Beach on its way to the ocean. In the summer of 1915 there had been a shark scare all up and down the Jersey coast. Dozens of sharks had been seen at the beache? along the ocean, and there were rumors that some of them had come into Toms river. But no one had ever seen them there, and to Eleanor and the other kids in the neighborhood, it was just a fanciful tale that none of them took much stock in. Good Reason for the Shark Scare. But one day Eleanor found out that the shark scare wasn’t so fanciful a tale as she had thought. She had gone out crabbing in a rowboat with Marguerite Hottenstein, a little girl younger than herself, and Marguer ite’s two brothers, Edward and David. They were fishing for the crabs along the piers of the drawbridge that crosses the river between Pine Beach and Island Heights, when suddenly the guard on the bridge began yelling at them to get out of the boat and onto the bank. At first the kids couldn’t understand what the yelling was all about. Then they saw. Two gray fins were cutting the water in great loops and circles around their boat. Sharks! Those deadly tigers of the deep had come into the river after all. The kids followed one another in a mad scramble to get out of the boat. They made it, but not a moment too soon. As Eleanor and little Marguerite climbed up the side of the bank toward the bridge, one of Two Gray Fins Were Cutting the Water those sharks hit the rowboat with a flip of his tail and turned it over in the water. The two boys, older and braver, stayed down at the bottom of the bank, trying to get the boat turned right side up in the water again. But Eleanor and little Marguerite had had enough of boats for one day. They finished their climb to the railroad bridge and started walking back, across the ties, to the other side of the river It was hard going for the two kids. The ties on which they had to walk seemed awfully few and far between, and through the gaps they could see the river running far below. Even so, it was better, they thought, than risking the river in a flimsy boat, with sharks swimming all around them. Next a Train Came at Them. But was it better? They had scarcely gone a hundred feet before they found out that it wasn’t. From behind them they heard a sudden, shrill blast of a whistle and turned to see a train rounding a curve and starting across the trestle. A few feet ahead of them was a sand-barrel set on a platform beside the track. It was a haven of safety, but there was only room for one. Eleanor grabbed little Marguerite by the arm, hustled her to the plat form and helped her climb into the barrel. Then, with the train almost on her she turned and started to run for the other side of the bridge. But running wasn’t so easy on that gaping floor of widely-spaced ties, and the train was moving faster, much faster, than she could. In her haste she missed her footing, stumbled and fell. She scrambled to her feet again, and, with the train rumbling behind her, continued her hopeless race for the other end of the bridge. The engine was so close now that she could hear the steam hissing from the exhaust valves. Her knees were shaking, her whole body weak with terror. Again she stumbled and fell, this time over the side of the trestle into the shark-ridden water below. Eleanor’s Desperate Swim for Life. She landed with an impact that almost knocked the breath out of her, but the cool water quickly brought her to her senses again, and to a sudden realization of her new danger. Somewhere nearby two sharks were swimming, and she was in the water now, without even a flimsy boat between her and those angry monsters’ jaws. She began swimming frantically for the shore. It was two hundred feet away, and it seemed at least that many miles. In Eleanor’s mind was a picture of those two gray, flashing fins that must surely be following her. Cold terror gripped her heart She redoubled her efforts and swam faster. A hundred feet and still no sign of the sharks. Eleanor began to wonder if, after all, she was to get to the other side alive. She swam the other hundred and climbed up on the shore exhausted. It was several minutes before she could get her breath back, and she had gone all the way home before she discovered that she hadn’t come out unscathed from her experience, after all. She had ripped her leg open, from the knee down, in her fall from the trestle, but in her terror of the sharks, she hadn’t even noticed it. Copyright.—WNU Service. Castle in Cliff Montezuma’s Castle National Monument, 25 miles southeast of Cottonwood. Ariz., was literally sculptured from the face of a lime stone cliff. The castle is a five-: story combination apartment house and fortress possibly more than a thousand years old. Scores of fam ilies dwelt there, and held ceremon ials, and even buried their dead within its walls. Early Use of Gunpowder Although gunpowder was invented by the Chinese as early as 600 A. D., they used it only for fireworks dis plays and it was not put to military use until centuries later when the Moors introduced it into Spain. So says “A Modern Book of Wonders.” South America’s Oldest City South America’s oldest existing city of importance is Cuzco, Peru, which is reputed to have been found ed by the Incas about the Tenth century A. D. How Much Man Sweats The average quantity of sweat in 24 hours may amount to two or three pints in a person clothed and at an average temperature of 32 degrees C. Persons engaged in un usual muscular effort or under other unusual conditions of temper ature, humidity, or other factors, may excrete considerably more than this amount, or under cer tain conditions, less. Maker, Unmaker of Kings Born in 938, more than 1,000 years ago, Gerbert, Bishop of Rheims, was a savant and diplomat whose pres tige and influence was so great that he was known as “the maker and unmaker of kings.” He also was a poet and writer. First Periodical in the United States The first periodical in the United States was Benjamin Franklin’s “General Magazine and Historical Chronicle,” issued in 1714 in Phila delphia. M en of the ounted by Captain G. Elliott-Nightingale Copyright, WNU A GREENHORN IN THE ARCTIC LJ OW a hot-headed, quick-tem- A pered young white man paved the way for four ruthless and bloody murders in the arctic wastes, and how the eventual capture and con viction of the murderers called fo.r several years of man - hunting through the Arctic, and the expendi ture of almost $100,000, makes one of the best police stories of this new century. The average Eskimo minds his own business pretty well. Of course he is a bit of a savage and a bar barian, and steeped in weird super stitions, but unless he runs afoul of some witless or unscrupulous white, he usually keeps out of serious trou ble. At any rate, in 1913, a young American named Radford, and a Canadian named Street were at Baker lake, near Chesterfield inlet, Hudson bay. They wanted to push northward into the Arctic circle, and had hired certain Eskimos to act as guides. When the time came to start, however, one of the Eski mos, the best guide of the two, flatly refused to go. He announced that he had changed his mind about go ing, and that was all there was to it. Instantly, young Radford was beside himself with rage and disap pointment and, grabbing a heavy dog-whip he laid into the Eskimo with all his might and main, and he kept it up until the Eskimo cried for mercy. At this, Radford, by now just about insane with anger, grabbed the Eskimo by his parka hood and dragged him to the edge of a hole in the ice. Pointing to the hole Radford told the Eskimo that unless he acted as guide he, Rad ford, would drown him in that hole. Street, the Canadian, did everything he could to get his partner, Rad ford, to stop his foolishness. But Radford was mad clear through, and his anger boiled for hours after wards. That is, it boiled until that night when, as the two white lads slept in their hastily pitched camp, relatives of the beaten Eskimo crept silently down upon them and mur dered them both in cold blood. They slashed and cut and stabbed, and did a very thorough job of it. Al most a year later the news of the double murder drifted down to the lower Hudson bay country, and an inspector and four Men of the Mounted were soon heading north on a manhunt among the Eskimos. That was late in 1913. During the three years that fol lowed the inspector and his four men crossed and re-crossed and ex plored almost half a million square miles of the subarctic wastelands looking for the tribe of Eskimos to which the murderers belonged. (And, as they traveled hither and yon, they also made a very compre hensive survey of areas and re gions never before visited by white men.) Then came the first bit of news concerning the tribe they sought. It was to the effect that members of that same tribe had murdered two more white men, two Roman Catholic priests, Fathers Le- roux and Rouvier, whom they’d met en route to the Coppermine country. The informer, an Eskimo, had seen the priests’ guns and vestments and outfits in the possession of the tribe, and they had told him all about the killings of the white shamans. More years passed as the Men of the Mounted combed the vast re gion between Hudson bay and the lower Mackenzie country, and then, at last they caught up with the mur derers of Radford and Street. While these murderers were being tried, the Men of the Mounted set out once more to get the Eskimos who had murdered the priests, Messrs. Sinnisiak and Uluksak, who were eventually captured in the Copper- mine country. ' On trial, the Eski mos admitted the killings, but they kept repeating, too, that they killed in self-defense. The Eskimos re sponsible for the Baker lake mur ders declared that after Radford had beaten one of their tribesmen to within an inch of his life, they were afraid that he would do the same to others of the tribe. They had done no wrong, they asserted (which was true), so why should Radford try to kill the guide? Rad ford, they declared, was a white man without a mind, he was crazy, and therefore should die, to protect others. The murderers of the priests put up the same argument, assert ing that they had fought in self- defense when the priests had at tacked them. The charge that the priests had attacked was never proved, and it is highly probable that it was pure fabrication. The fact of the matter was that the Eskimos were frightened and scared for their own safety after Radford’s despicable attack on an Eskimo who had every right to change his mind regarding who he would work for. At any rate, be fore these cases were closed, the Men of the Mounted had spent sev eral years on the chase, and the Dominion government had spent al most $100,000, all of this waste of time and money caused by the stu pidity of a greenhorn among the Eskimos. CLASSIFIED DEPARTMENT AGENTS Agents—Season now starting. Up to twen ty dollars daily selling instant hot wate# heaters. Boils water in two minutes. Write for demonstrator and territory. F. O. BOX 388, MINNEAPOLIS, MINN. True Courtesy Is Consideration in Action Between merely formal cour tesy and heart-inspired kindness, there is as much difference as be tween a wax model and a real woman. Even formal civility, however, is invariably preferable to “brutal frankness.” The harder it is for a person to be decent in society, the more he should practice the social “nice ties.” The best place to practice kindness is in one’s home. If one trains himself to be polite to his relatives, he need not fear that he will make any serious social blunders.—James Warnack in Los Angeles Times. ARE YOU 3/ UfirPO ONLY A 74 WIFE? Men can never understand a three-quarter wife—a wife who is lovable for three weeks of the month—but a hell-cat the fourth. No matter how your back aches—no matter how loudly your nerves scream—don’t take it out on your husband. For three generations one woman has told another how to go “smiling through” with Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound. It helps Nature tone up the system, thus lessen ing the discomforts from the functional dis orders which women must endure. Make a note NOW to get a bottle of Pinkham’s today WITHOUT FAIL from your druggist—more than a million women nave written in letters reporting benefit. Why not try LYDIA E. PINKHAM’S VEGETABLE COMPOUND? Imprudent One Is not he imprudent, who seeing ttie tide making toward him apace, will sleep till the sea over whelms him.—Tillotson. 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