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McCORMICK MESSENGER, McCORMICK, S. C.. THURSDAY, JULY 7, 1938 M en of the ounted by Captain G. Elliott-Nightingale Copyright, WNU HOW TO WRECK A VILLAGE P IE-A-POT and Long Lodge, Cred chieftains, audacious warriors and veterans of many a scrap with other tribes, ruled their villages with an iron hand. They were hap py, prosperous and had very little trouble. Shortly after the coming of the “re4 coated pony soldiers of the Great White Mother,” the Pie-a- Pot and Long Lodge tribes of Crees had been given a splendid reserva tion with timber and game and fish abundance. There they had set- ed down peacefully. And then one day, to the astonish ment of all concerned, Pie-a-Pot and Long Lodge ordered their tribesmen to pull stakes, for the two tribes were going for a ramble across the country without having any particu lar destination in view. The hand ful of white settlers became a bit alarmed, but their alarm subsided when they observed the Pie-a-Pots and Long Lodges were orderly. In tirtia the Pie-a-Pots and Long Lodges came across a large party of white men digging up the ground and also laying thin strips of iron or steel across the flat prairie. ‘‘What is all this?” inquired the majestic Pie-a-Pot. “Oh . . . just building a railroad,” replied one of the workmen. The Crees moved op into the west and when they were about a mile or so past the end of steel the two chiefs ordered the tribes to pitch cam{4. Slowly but surely the end of steel crept closer and closer toward the Cree encampment and it was later discovered that the camp was situ ated on the right of way of the rail road. As the end of steel moved closer and closer, engineers and foremen parleyed, with Pie-a-Pot and Long Lodge, entreating them to move either to the right or left, off the right of way, so that the work could go on without unneces sary delays. The chiefs stood firm, and in time refused to parley fur ther with the engineers in charge. Then, one fine morning Pie-a-Pot and Long Lodge were visited by two red-coated horsemen, a sergeant and constable of the Northwest Mounted Police.” The argument was soon going again, and matters reached such a stage that the ser geant informed them that they had better move or he would do the mov ing for them. Pie-a-Pot let out a ninety horse-power howl, and soon the sergeant and constable were surrounded by hundreds of howling, painted Crees out for blood and scalps and the complete destruction of the white invaders. During a lull in the melee, the sergeant took Out his watch and told Pie-a-Pot that he would give him exactly 15 minutes to move off that railroad right-of-way. Instantly there was another demonstration of anger and truculence, and the two Men of the Mounted sat their saddles as best they could in the milling mob. As the last tick of the fifteenth min ute passed into eternity, the ser geant of the Northwest Mounted Po lice dismounted right into the midst of that bloodthirsty mob. He forced his way through it and walked right over to Pie-a-Pot’s teepee and kicked the keypole down. While squaws and children howled and screamecf'under the collapsed tepee, the sergeant walked to the next tepee and kicked the keypole of that one down. From one to the other,, that lone sergeant strode, kicking keypoles down until every tepee was flat. Young bucks and so-called “braves” followed close on his heels, pushing against him, mak ing faces at him, cursing him, and doing all they could to annoy or frighten him, but the sergeant just kept right on going until all tepees were flat, and in spite of their prox imity, not one Cree had dared to strike a blow at the courageous ser geant. With everything flattened, the sergeant mounted his horse and gave his last order. “Orlright . . bustle abaht a bit . . . On the move . . . shove orf abaht your blurry business, wotever it is,” all of which was his cock ney way of saying “Git goin’.” Meanwhile, Pie-a-Pot and Long Lodge were so angry they were stumped for words. Never had they seen such audacity. One lone man, wearing a red coat, had literally wrecked their village. It is highly probable, moreover, that Pie-a-Pot and Long Lodge realized that if the other men of the Mounted were any thing like this sergeant, perhaps the Pie-a-Pots and Long Lodges had better not get into any more argu ments with them. These red coats were bad medicine. At any rate, as the chieftains saw the hopelessness of further resistance, they muttered a few words to nearby tribesmen, and within two hours the Pie-a-Pots and Long Lodges were heading for their reservation. En route Pie-a- Pot chanced to remember that if he didn’t behave himself the Great White Mother would stop sending • supplies of food and flour and cloth ing and that little bit of treaty mon ey now and then. “Oh well, what a day it’s been, anyway,” he might have said, as he arrived at the re»> ervation. TtOtyd ADVENTURERS’ CLUB HEADLINES FROM THE LIVES OF PEOPLE LIKE YOURSELF! “Vanishing Corpses 9 * By FLOYD GIBBONS Famous Headline Hunter H ello, everybody: You know, boys and girls, I’ve often noticed, in these ad venture stories, how in a good many cases, one mishap leads to another. That’s probably because the first thing that goes wrong so upsets the fellow it happens to, that—well—he just loses his head and plunges right smack into another danger. It’s bad business when a man loses his head in the face of danger. But at the same time it has produced a lot of red-hot double-barreled and triple-barreled adventures, and the story I’m going to tell you today is a mighty good example. Paul Moore of Chicago is today’s distinguished adventurer. The events this yam deals with happened to him and two other lads, in Sep tember, 1923. At that time Paul was just a kid of twelve,, living in Grand Rapids, Mich. Paul had 'just been given a .22 caliber rifle for selling perfume, and one Saturday he and his two friends, Art Kohles and Archie Eastman, started out on a hunting trip. ^ Art and Archie had air rifles. Paul had no cartridges for his .22, but Art said he knew where he could get some. They started out early, taking their lunches with them, and after walking a couple hours, came to a patch of woods four miles from the outskirts of town. Art Pounded the Cartridge. There didn’t seem to be any game in sight, so they sat down on the bank of a small creek to eat their lunches. Paul had put down his gun and was just starting to untie the package that contained his grub when Art spoke up, saying there was a wild canary on the other side of the creek. “Let’s have your gi^n,” whispered Art. “I can’t get it with mine.” Paul passed over his rifle. Art had the cartridges in his own pocket. He took one out and tried to put it in the chamber. It wouldn’t fit. Young Art didn’t know that the cartridges he had brought from home were the wrong caliber. He thought this one wouldn’t go into the Archie Pitched Forward on His Face. chamber because the gun was new. He tried to force it in with his fingers and then, in his haste to get a shot at the bird before it flew away, he picked up a stone that happened to be lying at his feet. Art hit the ballet two or three times with that stone. And then, suddenly, there was a lond crack. The bullet exploded. Art dropped the gun, crying, “I’m shot!” Then he fell to the ground and lay still. The other two kids stood speechless. Art had killed himself! Paul had an uncle who lived about a mile away on the other side of the woods, and the first thought that popped into his mind was to run there and get help. He told Archie to stay behind with Art, but Archie insisted on going along with him. They started off on a short cut through the woods, run ning as fast as their legs would carry them. On the other side of the woods they came to the tracks of the inter- urban line that runs out of Grand Rapids. There was a third rail along the right of way, set up a foot or so above the ground. Paul knew about ft. He was well up ahead of Archie, and he went over it with a flying leap. But he didn’t think to warn Archie about that electrified rail. His mind was too full of the thought of Art lying back there by the creek bank. Archie Stepped on Third Rail. The next thing Paul knew, Archie was stepping on that rail. He just lit on it for an instant. Then he pitched forward on his face. And he, too, lay still! Archie's body was lying between the two tracks. “I took one look at him,” says Paul, “and decided he was dead. Then I turned and ran as if the devil was after me.” It was a long way to his uncle's house, and by that time Paul was an but out of breath. But he didn’t dare stop running. He stumbled on. At last he reached the house and burst in, panting, “Uncle Abe! Quick! Art’s killed himself with my gun and Archie’s been electrocuted!” Everyone in the house, including two old ladies who were visiting Paul’s aunt, dropped whatever they were doing and started for the tracks. They hurried through brush and corn fields to the spot where Archie had fallen—and when they arrived, there was no sign of Archie. Uncle Abe turned on Paul. “Young man,” he said sternly, “are you sure this isn’t a joke of some kind?” But it was no joke to Paul. He thought maybe a passing interurban had stopped to pick Archie up. He crossed the track and started through the woods toward the stream where they had left Art. Both Bodies Had Disappeared. The women turned back, but Uncle Abe followed along after him. They ran through the woods in breathless haste—tore up to the spot where Art had shot himself—and then Paul stopped dead in his tracks. Art was gone, too! It was too much for Paul. His uncle was looking at him suspiciously, and he hardly knew what to say. How could Paul ask him to believe that two dead boys had both disappeared, one right after the other? He stood there silent a minute, and then he heard sounds of splashing water, and of voices coming from some point down the stream. Together they walked toward those voices *nd there they found—Art and Archie. It was all explained easily enough. Archie had been knocked out by the shock from the third rail. He had a big bump on his head, but that was all the damage that had been done to him. When he came to, he went back to where Art had fallen and found him bathing his leg, which had been grazed on the calf by a bit of the exploding shell. Together they had moved down stream a ways, and that’s where Paul found them. And that’s all there is to this story, except that a short time after that, Art ^nd Archie and Paul took that .22 rifle and pitched it in the Grand river. Copyright.—WNU Service. An Impregnable Fortress The stout stone walls and heavy cannon of the Morro Castle which fascinate visitors at San Juan, Puer to Rico, have a record of impregna bility both in old and modern war fare. In Queen Elizabeth’s time, Sir Francis Drake attempted to sack the city, but was beaten off. In 1898, Admiral William T. Samp son, U. S. N., searching for Ce- vera’s fleet, tried to enter the har bor, but failed when his shelling of the fortress had no effect. All Streets Up or Down Among the towns, England’s Clo- velly is unique. It hangs on the same stretch of Cornish cliff where King Arthur built his castle, and is about 40 miles north of Tintagel. All streets in Tintagel go either up or down, and the grades are so steep that vehicular traffic is stopped one-half mile out of town. From that point one proceeds either afoot or burrow-back. Clovelly be- gins on the crest of a hill and ends at the ocean’s edge. Star Dust + Hurricane Elopement + Story of Earhart + Norma Steps Out By Virginia Vale —— M OVIEDOM is still gasping a little over the elope ment of Frances Langford, the radio singer and movie actress, and Jon Hall, who skyrocketed to fame in “Hurricane” and hasn’t been seen on the screen since. Just after it was announced that they wouldn’t marry until he had be come more firm ly established in pictures, they slipped off to Prescott, Ariz., with her mother and his sister and got married. But Hollywood didn’t know about it un til four days lat er, possibly be cause he used his real name, Louis Locher. Even after Hall made such a hit in “Hurricane” he drew only $150 a week for some time—mere chicken feed in Hollywood—but this salary was finally raised to $200. & Kay Francis’ last picture under her present contract will probably be based on, a story that she hersell wrote and sold to the studio. It’s all about a famous aviatrix who goes into a round-the-world flight contest, and gets lost on a desert isle. Can it be possible that Miss Francis heard about Amelia Ear- hart? —*—: Fashion news: Claudette Colbert has a daytime costume of dark blue with white floral buttons down the side of the jacket, like one which the duchess of Windsor likes to wear. Recently, one evening in New York, Helen Vinson wore a black chiffon gown with a skirt yards and yards wide, banded with many rows of narrow black velvet ribbon. No shoulder straps. ^ The New York revival of those two Valentino pictures, “The Sheik” and “The Son of the Sheik,” was so successful that Agnes Ayres, the heroine, has been booked for a 20- weeks’ personal appearance tour. And two more Valentino pictures will be brought forth. *— Speaking of those Valentino pic tures, Verree Teasdale and Adolph Menjou were in New York, before sailing for Europe, when they were being shown, and he was none too anxious for her to see “The Sheik” and see how funny he looked on the screen in those days. & Norma Shearer would like to do a smart modern comedy, after her long siege of costume pictures, so you may see her in “The Women,” Frances Langford NORMA SHEARER which had a long run as a success ful play before being handed over to motion pictures. Norma has a way of getting what she wants—as Marion Davies found out when they both wanted “Marie Antoinette” and Norma got it. * Remember Eric von Stroheim, who used to make pictures (‘Greed” and “Foolish Wives” among them,) that cost millions? He’s acting in French pictures now —which usually cost not more than $75,000. Incidentally, Jean Hersholt was reminiscing about “Greed” the oth- et* day—how it was way over the right length, and von Stroheim felt so badly about having it cut that he wouldn’t even look at the film that was finally released. ODDS AND ENDS—A radio actor and director tvho learned nineteen languages is on the air—as a dialect stooge and imitator of animals . . . Many of the professional radio announcers are bad, but after hearing a dozen amateurs try out the other day the worst of them sounded marvelous . . . Bette Davis re fused to be included in a list of movie- dom’s ten most beautiful girls; said “The idea is silly, because I'm not even a near beauty" . . . It's said that Metro spent $250,000 developing “/ Married an Angel" as a picture, and finally abandoned it— whereupon it was bought for the stage, where it’s a tremendous success. <& Western Newspaper Union. IMPROVED UNIFORM INTERNATIONAL S UNDAY I chool Lesson By HAROLD L. LUNDQUIST, D. D. Dean of The MLnody Bible Institute of Chicago. © Western Newspaper Union. Lesson for July 10 CALEB: LIFE-TIME DEVOTION LESSON TEXT—Joshua 14:6-15. GOLDEN TEXT—Let us go up at onca. and possess it; for we are well able to over come it.—Numbers 13:30. PRIMARY TOPIC—Brave Caleb. JUNIOR TOPIC—Caleb the Brave. INTERMEDIATE AND SENIOR TOPIC— A Hero’s Reward. YOUNG PEOPLE AND ADULT TOPIC— Courage for Difficult Tasks. “We need to know more aoout good men who are occasionally great, and less about great men who are occasionally good,” says the Lesson Commentary, in pointing out that Caleb is one of the characters about whom the Bible does not say much, but in every case the word is one revealing high and noble char acter. Consider such passages as Numbers 13:6, 30; 14:7-9, 24, 30; 26: 65, as well as our lesson for today. The background for our study of today, and in fact an integral part of the lesson itself, is the story of Caleb’s courageous stand with Joshua when the spies returned from their visit to Canaan, which is re lated in Numbers 13. He was then a comparatively young man, but demonstrated by his every word and deed that he had from his youth learned to know and obey God. Note first of all Caleb’s I. Perfect Obedience (w. 6-8). “I wholly followed the Lord my God.” Such a testimony from a man like Caleb is no idle boast, no effort to parade his faith and piety before others. In saying it he was repeating what God and Moses had both,said about him. In his heart he knew it to be true. It is God’s will for each of His children that they should come to such a place of simple trust and complete obedience that in every circumstance of life they need know only one thing—God’s will, and then in faith to go and do it. It is a life beautiful in its transparent sim plicity and powerful in the strength of God Himself. II. Promised Inheritance (v. 9). “Surely the land whereon thy feet have trodden shall be thine inher itance.” Such was the promise of God through Moses. Forty-five long years had elapsed, but down through this period of wilderness wanderings and the conflict in sub duing Canaan the promise had lived in Caleb’s heart. He knew it would be fulfilled, and he waited serenely for God’s time. Such also are the promises of God which keep the heart singing in our hours of trial and sorrow, which light up the dark ways, which strengthen the heart of His children. Learn God’s promises, cherish them in your heart, expect God to fulfill them. III. Preserved Strength (w. 10, ID. “The Lord hath kept me alive . . . and I am . . . strong.” Here was a man kept of God, in full vigor in his eighty-fifth year, “like a rock in a changeful sea, like a snow capped peak in a change of cloud and storm and sun” (Meyer). No doubt there was what our fore fathers liked to call “the longevity of the antedeluvi&ns,” but even apart from that let us recognize that life and strength come from God, and that those who walk with God in holy living may count on Him for the renewed strength of Psalm 103:5. An incidental, but extremely im portant, lesson, we should learn is that God has no age deadline. The church has frequently sinned against Him and against His faith ful servants by “shelving them” for younger men, when they would have brought blessing to themselves and to the church by encouraging and using them. The writer of these lines is a young man, but he would speak here a word of loving admonition regarding his honored brethren who have gone on before to bear the brunt of the battle. IV. Powerful Assurance (w. 12- 15). “If . . . the Lord will be with me, then I shall be able.” Caleb asked for no easy task. He was ready to go up against the giants of Hebron. Read Deuteronomy 3:11, and you will find that there were men in those days who needed thirteen-foot beds. But Caleb was not afraid. He counted not on his own strength, but on the power of God. It is sig nificant that while the other sec tions of Canaan were only par tially conquered Caleb brought his formidable adversaries entirely un der control, so that “the land had rest from war” (v.15). The spiritual application to our day is evident and appropriate. There are giants in the land in this year of our Lord 1938. Corruption —social and political—raises its brazen head. Drunkenness and vice leer at us with the impudent suggestion that we cannot control them. There are giants “within us —greed, selfishness, love of ease, lust, passion, cruelty” (Blaikie). Are we to do nothing about them? If we are to meet them in the strength of the flesh we might almost as well do nothing. But in the pow er of God, we are like Caleb—able. In His name we may take up a slogan of today, “Let’s do some thing about it!” and really do it, for His glory. MidsummerFashions For Tea and Tennis 'T^WO of the most important A things for midsummer are: a sleeveless dress of the most cas ual sort for sports and daytime, and a cool dress with cape oi jacket, to wear on the street and for afternoons. The two here sug gested represent the very best of these types. Make them yourself, in fabrics and colors of your own choosing, and rejoice in the knowl edge that you have™ some very in dividual new clothes. • Sleeveless Sports Frock. Even if you never take a tennis racquet in your hand, you’ll enjby having this cool, classic dress for summer daytimes. In pique, linen, seersucker or gingham, it will look and feel so cool and fresh! Perfectly straight and plain, it has darts at the waistline to make it fit with becoming slim ness. This is a diagram pattern —practically nothing to make! Afternoon Cape Ensemble. With or without the cape, this dress with lifted waistline to flatten the midriff, is a charming, slenderizing style. The cape is a darling—puffed high at the Shoul ders, and made with arm slits so that it won’t'be always slipping off your shoulders. Make this de sign in georgette, chiffon, linen, or in a pretty combination of plain or printed silk. The Patterns. Pattern No. 1544 is designed for sizes 14, 16, 18, 20; 40 and 42. Size 16 requires 3% yards of 39 inch material for the dress; 2% for the cape; to line cape, 2V4 yards. Pattern No. 1546 is designed for sizes 12, 14, 16, 18, 20; 40 and 42. Size 14 requires 3 yards of 35 inch material. 3% yards bias binding to trim as pictured. Send your order to The Sewing Circle Pattern Dept., Room 1020,/ 211 W. Wacker Dr., Chicago, I1L Price of patterns, 15 cents (in coins) each. © Bell Syndicate.—WNU Service. II ggpjlli CAPS / BOYS GIRLS FREE AVIATION YOUR Law of Existence Compensation is the law of ex istence the world over.—Emerson. ruined eyes by neglect; thev get red and sore and you let them go. Don’t do it. Leonardi’s Golden Eye Lotion cures soreness without pain in one day. Cools* heals and strengthens. LEONARDFS GOLDEN EYE LOTION MAKES WEAK EYES STRONG * all JruggUta New Large Site with Dropper—50 cents S. B. Lcoaardl St Co., Now MochoDo, N. Y. Aimless Speaking without thinking la shooting without aim.—Cato. 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