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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.
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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. After the seal
lops are cut, turn the raw edge
over the cardboard pattern with
a warm iron as shown.
With the help of Mrs. Spears'
Book 1—SEWING, for the Home
Decorator, you can make many of
the things you have been wanting
for the house. Book 2—Embroid
ery and Gifts is full of ideas for
ways to use your spare time in
making things for yourself or to
sell. Books are 25 cents each. If
you order both books, crazypatch
quilt leaflet illustrating 36 authen
tic stitches is included free. Ad
dress: Mrs. Spears, 210 S. Des-
plaines St., Chicago, 111.
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times an indication of WORMS
in the system. The cheapest
and quickest medicine for rid
ding children or adults of these
parasites is Dr. Peery’s “Dead
Shot” Vermifuge. 50c a bottle
at druggists or Wright’s Pill
Co., 100 Gold St. ,New York,N. Y.
strained
AnrASS quickly recover their
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with Leonardi’s Golden Eye
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