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McCORMICK MESSENGER, McCORMICK, S. C.. THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 15, 1938 Star Dust ★ Sing You Sinners ★ Langdcfn’s Return ★ Allen's a Cop By Virginia Vale AT LAST Bing Crosby has made an outstandingly good picture. Apparently Para mount should have found out long ago that it's a good idea to hitch a man’s job to his hobby; that’s what happened in “Sing You Sinners,’’ for Bing plays a .young man who makes his for tune, accidentally, in horse rac ing. The picture is uproariously funny, and has two good songs. It also BING CROSBY has an excellent cast, including Elizabeth Patterson and Fred Mac- Murray. Incidentally, it looks as if the character Bing plays, “Joe Bee be,” might be part of a new cycle, ao far as heroes are concerned. “Joe” is a ne’er-do-well, that kind ef young man who, in real life, is so badly adjusted to life that he’s just all wrong. —m— And along comes “Four Daugh ters,” a grand picture in which John Garfield plays “Mickey Borden,** another young man who’s off on the wrong foot. “Mickey** is bitter and reekless and rude, and Garfield plays him magnificently. And that Is no easy triek, for Priscilla Lane is very good indeed, and young Mr. Garfield has plenty of competition flkroaa May Robson, Frank McHugh and Claude Rains. —*— John Carradine, an excellent ac tor, turns in such a swell perform ance in a bit part in “Alexander’s Ragtime Band” that he deserves bigger and better roles and many of them. He had hung up a record for himself on the stage before he took to the movies, and if he doesn’t grab stellar honors in movies soon it’s go ing to be because the producers can’t recognize real talent. —*— Current news of George Raft’s squabble with Paramount—Lloyd Nolan will be seen opposite Dorothy Lamour in Raft’s role in “St. Louis Blues.” Other changes: Harry Lang- doa’s chance for a come-back as a partner for Hardy of the team of Laurel and Hardy, as a result of fttan Laurel’s suspension by the stu dio, and Dorothy Lamour’s depar ture from her role in radio as one of Charlie McCarthy’s co-stars. —*— Speaking of radio, Kay Kaysecv and his band are going on tour, and the man whose cry of “Stu dents!” has become so popular a part of modern dialogue will be do ing his broadcasting from a lot of places, including a couple of univer sities (Pittsburgh and Pennsylva nia) before he returns to New York. Kayser’s rise to fame has been speedy; it’s not so long since he was a college student himself. —* When Fred Allen returns to the air it’s pretty certain that he’ll write two characters for himself into two of his scripts — an honorary policeman and a judge of a mara thon race. The reason being that he’s been ap pointed a police man and a judge this summer in Old Orchard, Maine, and he’s as proud of his Fred Allen ^ors as the late p Will Rogers used to be over his job as mayor of Bev erly Hills, Calif. * ODDS AND ENDS—There'* a new trend in picture* at the moment; Central Catting bureau get* call after call from the atudios for extra* under 35 year* old ... Pretty hard on the old-timer* who are supporting themselves by work a* extra* . . . Janet Gaynor has a favorite story, "Forever," the rights of which she own*; she'll probably make it as her first picture under the new Selznick "share the profits" plan . . . Three character* have been written out of "The Cowboy end the Lad’/' since it went into produc tion, and three players dropped, all for the take of economy—the picture got to costing too much . . . The three who got the ax are Benita Hume, Thomas Mitchell and David Niven . . . They're still laugh ing at Claudette Colbert's reason for not working in “Spawn of the North"—to the of act that she "wouldn't star with a fish." Q Western Newspaper Union. floyd (fit&OHSf ADVENTURERS’ CLUB HEADLINES FROM THE LIVES OF PEOPLE LIKE YOURSELF? 'Stream of Death 9 By FLOYD GIBBONS Famous Headline Hunter H ello everybody: Maurice Dunford of Chicago is today’s distinguished ad venturer. He was a volunteer fire fighter and “smoke eater” in the little town of Russelville, Ark., in 1929, when his adventure happened. It was a quiet, warm, summer afternoon in the little town that nestled in a valley at the foot of the Ozarks close to the bank of the Arkansas river. Every one was dozing and tak ing life easy, but suddenly the fire siren let out a shieking blast that brought the whole town to life. Maury made a rush for the station. Firemen from all over the town were running to the same point. They poured into the building and the big truck rolled out even before the sound of the siren had died away. / The burning building was only two blocks from the fire house. It was a, small dwelling and the fire was in the attic. Maury says that smoke was pouring from under every shingle. He grabbed a line from a coupling and went around to the back of the house looking for an open ing through which to get at the fire. Then, seeing no openings, he went into the house, dragged the hose up through a small trap door in the ceiling, and crawled with it into the attic. Fighting Fire in the Attic. “The heat and smoke were terrific,” he says. “I started creeping forward so I could get at the seat of the blaze. Water was now belch ing through the nozzle in my hands, and the boys outside were playing Maury couldn’t even move a muscle. He couldn’t even turn around. another hose. The water from that hose was drenching me, but it was doing little toward putting out the fire.” The little attic was fairly flooded with water now. What’s more, that water was hot. “It felt as if it was cooking my knees,” says Maury, “for I was kneeling in it, between the sills, with my head bent down to my chest to keep as much smoke out of my lungs as possible.” And then it happened. He felt as if something had grabbed him all at once. He tried to look around—and found that ha couldn’t. He simply couldn’t move a muscle. His whole body was stiff. It wasn’t exactly trembling, but it felt to Maury as if something was trembling inside of him, giving him the shaking up of his life. All at once he realized what it was. An elec tric shock! Paralyzed by Electric Current. Where was the shock coming from? He had stepped on no wires. There wasn’t any wiring anywhere within ten feet of him. It took Maury a minute or two to figure that out. The hose! That stream of water had found a bare electric wire somewhere back there in the smoke and flame. The electricity was traveling down the stream to the nozzle, and Maury was gripping that nozzle with both hands. His wet clothes and the water-soaked floor were completing the hook-up that was sending the voltage through his body. He tried to move the hose—divert the stream of water away from that wire—but he couldn’t budge an inch. He tried to drop the nozzle, but for the life of him he couldn’t let go of it. He tried to use his voice—and that worked. Somehow his vocal cords weren’t paralyzed by the flow of electricity, and he shouted at the top of his lungs. “Shut off the juice,” he was yelling. But he didn’t think any one could hear him over the bedlam and confusion of sounds that came up to him from below. “The pain was getting terrible,” he says. “Every joint— every muscle—every bone in my body was aching. Smoke was choking—blinding me. I was held there by that shock, as immov able as if I’d been chained there. What was I to do? What was going to happen to me? Was I going to stand there until the fire crept over and burned me alive? Or would I succumb to the shocks of the electricity before the fire reached me?” Some One Pulled the Switch. Maury knew that even house current could kill a man under the proper conditions, and he was sure that current would kill him if he held on long enough. The pain was getting worse by the minute. He felt as if he were about to lose consciousness, but he fought that giddy feeling that was making his head spin round and round. Once he let go of himself—well—he knew that would be the end. And then, all of a sudden, Maury felt his body relax. ^ He tried to move—found that he could—and turned the nozzle upward. Some one downstairs had pulled the main switch, shutting off all the current in the building. And he’d done it just in time to save Maury from col lapse—and probably from death. Says he: “The force of the upturned stream of water battered through the roof. Shingles went flying. Sunshine came pouring in. And I felt like a million dollars!” Copyright.—WNU Service. Resin Made by Accident The discovery of a way artificial resins might be made for use in paints and varnishes came about quite by accident. In 1901 an Eng lish dyestuff maker produced a tough resinous mass in his labora tory. Experiments made over a number of years perfected the prod uct as we know it today and opened the way to an inexhaustible source of supply, obtainable at will. Nat ural resins are still used, of course —being largely collected by natives of tropical swamplands where it is found embedded in the mud. Roman Women Used Creams Roman women of fashion kept their face creams in glass phials, while alabaster cosmetic boxes were favored for rouge. But while the ancient Romans were “on top” with all these beauty devices, it took the “barbarian” Gauls to teach them how to manufacture soap. Harp Playing Part of Education Little over a century ago, harp playing was part of every young lady’s education. Then the piano forced the harp out of style. Termites Use Caterpillars A naturalist describes the occur rence of the larvae of a Tincid moth in the nests of a New Zealand ter mite. The larvae depend upon the material of the nest for their food, and they may be seen moving along in file, at regular intervals, as if in a procession, each escorted by a few soldier and worker termites. It appears that the larvae exude a strong odor which is attractive to the termites. Just as one may have flowers in his room for the sake of their perfume, so the termites have caterpillars. No Grace in Short Grace Scottish grace at mealtimes was a lengthy affair in olden Scotland, es pecially at a bountiful feast, in con trast to the short form used by the neighboring English. As a Scottish elder once said when present at a great English dinner, “Siena grace for sicna dinner!” Built Earliest Warships From what is known of the an cient history of ships, the Phoeni cians and Greeks were first to build ships of special type for war. Glitter... “Keeping up with the Joneses" becomes a boomer ang when we allow snobbery to distort our true sense of values. —By WINIFRED WILLARD— C ISTER SUE was invited to be ad- ^ viser to the rich couple furnish ing their new home in New York. That’s because she has good sense, eye for values and impeccable taste. The living room after it was blue printed, lacked snap. It needed a dash of color. The interior decora tor had brought as bait two red ele phants, price $9. Mistress was charmed; said they were “so im pressionistic, so intriguing.” Sister Sue thought they were Shapeless, badly sized and off color. Next day Sister Sue said, “Why pay $9 when you can get a more stun ning pair at Covington’s for $6.50?” But “no,” thought Mistress, “there couldn’t be anything so beautiful as these particular red elephants.” A few days later. Sister Sue played a trump card with apparent unconcern. Very casually she said she “couldn't see the point in paying $9 for two red elephants that could be bought identical in every way at Lacy’s for $1.49!” In the face of that dismaying information. Mis tress wilted. Of course she did not want for her new home what could be bought at Lacy’s. She finally ac knowledged that she had never quite liked those red elephants. It took a Sister Sue with brains and diploma cy to handle that bit of decorative difficulty. The 'Million Dollar' Room The walls of the million dollar room of the Union League club at Chicago are papered with certifi cates of stocks that were once said to be as good as gold. We believed the people who said they were. May be they believed themselves too! The only trouble was that the values just weren’t there. We do the same things. We plaster our lives thick with standards of cost instead of worth. We carry the same sort of stand ards as far as the schools we choose for our children. Tradition, price, social register, what the Joneses do, all weigh heavily with us instead of where our children will learn the most and become their best. Over New York way is a family whose educational affections are rooted in one particular exclusive college. Costs $2,500 a year for daughter to go there. Just now that’s too much. Family is very sorry for itself at the mere thought that it may have to consider an other college to which their daugh ter may be obliged to go, where ex penses are only $1,000. It doesn’t seem to occur to family that this school is very high class; a topper in the educational world with facul ty as good as the country affords, a great library, a century of associa tions and traditions, good enough for any blue-blood; a beautiful cam pus more than a hundred years old! But it costs less. That is the only thing against it. Thereby family concludes that it has to be worth less. Strange that after all our les sons we can’t learn to tell gold from glitter. A Social Killing A man was buying his wife a wondrous ruby ring. Its color and cutting and setting were perfect. Anything lovelier couldn’t be imag ined. Much personal and foolish importance was attached to the pur chase. The merchant said its price was $3,000. They flipped the money from their purses as if it were a farthing and said to each other so clearly that the merchant heard, that they were sorry; they had hoped that it would cost $5,000. It would be so much bigger a story to tell! And they intended that ring to help them make a social “kill- • — t 9 mg. They remind me of the man who went to market to buy a big pipe organ, one with chimes and harps and all the modern gadgets. He did not know anything about organs; only something about dollars. This one had a big front and cost a lot of money, many thousands. It was exceedingly short on performance. Another instrument with half the window display at much less than half the cost had real musical mer it, had what an organ ought to Have —melody and harmony, sweetness, richness and variety of tone. But the man who went to market to buy an organ paid the big price for the poor product. It made such a good story to tell. See how much it cost! Most of us are like that! We pur chase a sensible little string of beads as a gift to some graduating girl. Then we scour around until we find a Tiffany box in which to send it. We buy some perfectly good ten cent store candy for the week-end or as an informal, friend ly courtesy. But when we share it with others, if we are clever enough, our candy gets placed in a blue-blood box with a famous trade name which somehow we think takes off the ten cent curse. We just seem made that way. We can’t help it apparently, because we judge so frequently by other standards than downright values. Really it is the same thing with infinite variations as Mistress’ two red elephants, highly desirable at $9 —impossible at $1.49. Copyright.—WNU Service. HCM SEW 4*- Ruth Wyeth Spears q-SP Distinctive bed linen in sets. /"OPENING mail is always stimu- lating—especially so when one comes upon a letter like this: “Dear Mrs. Spears—If you could step into my house you would see in every room ideas I have gotten from your Book 1—SEWING, for the Home Decorator. Your draw ings are so easy to follow that I have made slipcovers and even re- upholstered a wing chair. I never knew there were so many good ideas for curtains and bedspreads. “All my friends admire those I have made. I am now planning to make some new sheets and pil low cases. I like to buy sheeting and pillow case tubing by the yard to fit different beds. Can you sug gest some kind of trimming? I want something that will wash well and that I can make quickly on the machine. Sincerely, T. S.” I wonder if “T. S.” has my Sew ing Book 2, Embroidery, Gifts and Novelties? On Page 14 of that book is a suggestion that just about fills her requirements, and for those of you who are keeping scrap books of these sewing les- Uncle Atta girls! Girls who marry do not make so many miscalculations as you think; but they heroically take a chance. No matter how many suckers there are, we’d hate to take one in. We’d feel cheap. Golf gets men into the outdoors, but does it really inspire in them a love of nature? Most Precious of Triumphs Who begrudges the joy of a writ er who finds the public likes what he writes? A man does have occasional spells of relief. He wakes up to find it was only a nightmare. sons as they appear in the paper, here is an idea for contrasting fac ings for sheets and pillow cases. The diagram shows each step in the making of the colored facings. Make your own cardboard pattern for the scallops by drawing part way around a small plate or sau cer. Use this pattern to mark and cut the scallops. 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