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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.
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