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McCORMICK MESSENGER, McCORMICK, S. C., THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 22, 1938
Star Dust
★ Thriller in Remaking
★ Puppets in Preview
★ Courageous Martha!
-^-By Virginia Vale
I F YOU remember “Dawn
Patrol’* as it was first
made, be sure to go to the
new version that is being
whipped up by Warner Broth
ers. There’ll be the same ex
cellent story, but we’re prom
ised that it will be twice as
thrilling—if that’s possible —
because of improved methods
of picture making.
A flying field has been laid out,
the Marne sector has been duplicat
ed, a British cast has been collect
ed, because it is a picture of the
Royal Flying corps—Errol Flynn,
David Niven, Basil Rathbone,
,Claude Rains, Barry Fitzgerald,
Patric Knowles, among others. Ten
planes of the war period have been
purchased, equipped with modem
engines and two types of machine
guns; they’ll be crashed or burned
during the making of the picture.
I’m hoping that there’ll be one
certain improvement, and that’s in
the story. If you remember the
original, with Dick Barthelmess and
Douglas Fairbanks Jr., it ended
with Barthelmess flying over enemy
country, doing practically as much
damage as an entire army might
have. It was preposterous, and
came very near spoiling a fine
picture.
• • •
It’s interesting, this time of year,
to see what programs the big spon
sors have lined up. Here’s a sample
UNA MERKEL
of what one of the big oil companies
will offer you, if you’ll just switch
the dhtl to the right station at the
right time: Adolphe Menjou as
master of ceremonies, Una Merkel,
Jane Froman, Charlie Ruggles,
Kenny Baker, Dave Broekman’s 35
piece orchestra and a mixed choir
of 20. There’ll be film stars as
guest artists each week.
• • •
Watch for the traveling mario
nette show which Metro will be send
ing about the country for the next
three years, as advertising for
“Marie Antoinette.” The stage is
15 feet long, and the equipment in
cludes a curtain, spotlights and
sound apparatus. There is a replica
of a studio set on one side; on the
other, on the stage, seven scenes
from the picture will be performed
by the marionettes, with actual
voice recordings of the actors. There
are 23 puppets, each two feet tall,
resembling Norma Shearer, Tyrone
Power, John Barrymore, Robert
Morley, and the other principals.
• * •
It’s settled that there will be a
sequel to “Hurricane,” now that
Dorothy Lamour
Samuel Goldwyn
has put through a
deal to borrow
Dorothy Lamour
for it. He hasn’t
announced wheth
er he’ll try to find
a sequel for the
hurricane itself.
Incidentally it’s
rumored that
there’s a hurri
cane in the midst
of Miss Lamour’s
emotional life
these days.
• •
Martha Raye’s young sister, Mel
ody e Raye, (your comment on the
name is as good as mine!) has ar
rived in Hollywood. She hasn’t had
any experience as a singer or a
dancer or an actress, but Martha
thinks she has talent, and is going
to try to get her into the movies.
What courage! When you can’t
swing a cat by the tail in Holly
wood without hitting the sister or
brother, cousin or aunt of somebody
who made good in pictures, and de
pended on that relative’s success
to help them in getting a foothold.
• • •
ODDS AND ENDS . . . The most ex
pensive radio programs on the air are
those of Major Bowes, Jack Benny, Fred
Waring's orchestra, George Burns and
Gracie Allen, Eddie Cantor, Metro, the
new Max Reinhardt variety show and
Charlie McCarthy . . . Metro won’t be
gin screening ’’Northwest Passage” until
next spring, because of early snows in
the mountains . . • Which means that
about 2,000 men won’t get six weeks’
%vork that they’d ham had otherwise.
© Western Newspaper Union.
ADVENTURERS’ CLUB
HEADLINES FROM THE LIVES
OF PEOPLE LIKE YOURSELFI
“The Fall Into the Bottomless WelV*
H ello everybody:
Can you imagine falling into a well and never reaching
bottom? That’s what happened to William J. Sternberg of Long
Island City, N. Y., who tells today’s yarn.
In the spring of 1885, Bill Sternberg, then a lad of 19, was putting
in panes of glass along the side of a building in Long Island City, N. Y.,
since burned down. A steep slope fell away almost vertically from the
building, and below this slope was an old well, whose rotting timbers
had been removed preparatory to making a new cover. Now watch and
see what happened.
Bill Sails Off Into Space.
Along the far end of the building, the ground fell away so steeply
that Bill had to go look for the ladder he had left against the one-story
extension. To make sure the ladder was still where he had left it, he
took a step backward to look over the edge of the roof. Suddenly his
left foot went completely into space!
Bill says, “I knew in a flash where I was about to go. It was
too late to scramble forward, so I braced my foot, and with all
my might I threw my body back ...”
And right below lay—you guessed it—the open well!
Bill’s quick thinking may have saved his life, but it didn’t keep him
from going through a bad experience. His shoulders struck the far edge
of the well and his feet scraped the near edge so that he lay across the
top opening like a stiff stick. Only he wasn’t so stiff, worse luck. Bit
by bit he started to slip down the sides of the well, the weight of his
body held in space only by the fierce pressure of his braced feet and
shoulders against the rough brick sides of the well.
And Then He Started to Slip!
Had that well been an inch wider in diameter, boys and girls, Bill
wouldn’t be telling this story. As it was, he had all he could do, press
ing with all his strength, to keep his body out straight, to keep pressure
on his toes and his shoulders and neck.
'Picture for yourself what he was up against. If either his
head or his feet started slipping faster than the other end, he
might drop so, much on one end that his body would no longer
meet the wall on both sides. The minute his legs or his shoul
ders slipped enough to fall away from the wall—HE WOULD
PLUNGE TO THE DEPTHS BELOW!
But worse was still to come. Working with Bill on the job was a
man by the name of Franz. When the first terror at his predicament
And right below lay the open well.
lifted, Bill thought of Franz and yelled for help. Picture his horror when
he got no answer.
All along he had been hoping that before he lost control, rescuu
would arrive. Now his voice rang mockingly in the dark depths below.
Franz did not answer.
Bill Sees a Dim Ray of Hope.
Lower, lower slipped Bill. The rough bricks scraped his shoulders
raw. Blood ran from his tortured flesh, soaked his shirt. The pressure
was agony, yet he dare not ease up. To let up meant dropping.
Bill wormed around till his eyes could examine the depths of
the well below. And for a moment hope returned to him. Directly
below, about seven and a half feet down, he saw the ribs of the
form for the brickwork projecting on the inside, about two or three
inches beyond the brickwork. The masons had left the form with
the ribs and built around them.
“Now,” Bill told himself, “if those ribs will hold my weight, I’m
safe!” But could he reach them?
Seven and a half feet! Seven and a half feet of creeping, of tortured
shoulders, of risky probing with one foot when an instant’s let-up in that
pressure meant—Bill Sternberg tried not to think what it meant while
he groped with one foot for a hold, wormed his raw shoulders lower on
the bricks that were like sandpaper on his raw shoulders.
New Danger Worse Than the Old.
Just as he reached the ribs a new danger presented itself. His shoul
ders started to go lower than his feet!
Bad enough to plunge feet first. But head first! And backward,
at that!
It took all the flagging nerve of Bill Sternberg to grind those
raw shoulders into that wall and work his feet down to—yes, the
rib. Bill made it. And what’s more, the ribs held him. Feet
and shoulders.
But how long was he to remain here like this? Frantically he lifted
his voice in a hoarse shout. And now to his ears came a sound—the
sound of Franz’s hammer. Franz, hammering and whistling at his
work, had perhaps not heard. Bill summoned all his strength, fairly
bellowed: “Franz, FRANZ!”
This time Franz came, and with one unconcerned tug yanked up his
companion. Bill landed hard on the safe ground. It felt good better
than his shoulders. But worst of all, he says, was trying to square
himself with his mother for ripping his shirt, when he got home!
Copyright.—WNU Service.
Cranberry Thrives Best
in Acid Peat, Muck Soil
The cheery little cranberry, once
called craneberry because its blos
soms resemble a crane’s head and
neck, is not modest in its require
ments.
It demands low-lying land satu
rated with water; prefers acid peat
or muck soil. There must be reser
voirs to constantly feed thirsty fields
through miles of radiating canals—
to flood marshes quickly against kill
ing frosts and as a measure of in
sect control, states a writer in
Prairie Farmer.
It must have winter protection.
Just before heavy frost, reservoirs
are opened and vines covered; they
lie snug through winter beneath a
blanket of ice. They must have a
‘Oyez/ Request for Attention
“Oyez” is the old Norman ver
sion of the modern “Hey, you” and
may be freely translated as “hear”
or “listen.” In courts and at some
meetings, it is repeated three times,
as a request for attention, or as a
prelude to a public announcement.
Assured With Pride Alone
Rather stand up, assured with
conscious pride alone, than err with
millions on thy side. — Charles
Churchill.
blanket of sand, too, one inch thick
atop the ice, to settle gently but
firmly around vines in spring when
the ice goes out to absorb heat and
help keep frost away; to discourage
weed growth; to give old runners a
chance to reroot and thus renew the
bog.
Marshes are drained in the spring
and from short mother vines new
shoots creep. Buds swell and send
out a short shoot upon which pink
waxen blossoms bloom. When pet
als fall, tiny berries emerge to grow
and plumpen. Slowly their color
fades from green to creamy white;
to coral pink, while the rare and
vigorous flavor develops within.
Gathered, dried and boxed, cooler
weather turns the berries full fla
vored and a rich, ruby red.
‘Flower Fund’ Aids Poor
When a person dies in Sweden,
his friends often send the money
they would have spent on funeral
wreaths to the “Flower fund.” This
fund is used to support and care for
poor, elderly people.
Know Value of Time
Know the true value of time;
snatch, seize and enjoy every mo
ment of it. No idleness, no laziness,'
no procrastination; never put off till
tomorrow what you can do today.—
Chesterfield.
PRICE OF
PERFECTION ...
If being "fops" in your lino
cost you nothing, it would be
worth just that much to youl
By WINIFRED WILLARD
\\T E CAME at twilight to a home-
** like town among the hills of
Maryland. There we would stop for
the night. I shopped for rooms—
something comfortable at * modest
cost. At the best looking hotel, the
dapper young clerk quoted rates
that would have knocked my depres
sion purse silly. I told him so. He
replied, “Well, you get just what
you pay for!” It’s true.
There was that symphony orches
tra which we heard through the sea
son where 60 men played as one.
No out-of-time or out-of-tune or out-
of-balance. Just glorious, classic
music. It looked so easy, all grace
and beauty and harmony. Every
note was just right. But every play
er there had paid hours a day, year
after year of grilling work, for the
power to have his part in that en
semble. The flutist, they say, is
premier of all in the world. He
played the very heart out of us
with his eerie, almost divine melo
dies. It seemed so simple. He is
paying through all the years, the
price of his continued mastery. That
is what makes it so worthwhile.
If excelling cost these musicians
nothing, it would be worth nothing
to them. If being a topper in your
line cost you nothing, it would be
worth just that much to you!
Fritz Kreisler's Price
With his violin Kreisler had com
pleted a mighty aria. Silence of
utter tribute followed. Then an im
pulsive woman rushed up to him
and exclaimed: “Oh, Mr. Kreisler,
I’d give half my life to be able to
play as you do!” With quiet dignity
the great musician replied: “Ma
dam, that is the very price 1 have
paid.” Not even he got his mas
tery except for the price.
A popular theater, full one night
in Washington, was mystified and
challenged by the magic that was
Houdini’s. We knew there must be
mirrors and many tricky devices.
We tried to discover them. And
couldn’t. As we watched his per
formance, the wonder of it and the
marvel of him remained
How did he do those breath-taking
feats that permitted him to rank
all others in his line in the world?
He did them by paying their price!
Not his price. But whatever the
cost of doing them better than
anybody else had ever done them,
he paid it. He began paying when
he was a boy. Steadily through the
years he recognized the high cost
of the skill he was set on earning.
Not a finger nor a toe must bungle
or fail or slip. Hard to do!
So, year after year, as Houdini
talked or read or thought, those 20
agile partners were ceaselessly at
work, tying and untying difficult
knots and other intricate, puzzling
things. Eternally at it, with all the
body and mind of him! Houdini
couldn’t afford to fail. He paid the
high price of supreme achievement.
He got what he wanted.
Paderewski's Discipline
The greatest pianist of the ages is
Paderewski, son of Poland, citizen
of the world. We incline to think
of him as a special favorite of the
gods, so endowed above the earthly.
Doubtless so! But the gods would
have failed him unless he had done
his part. He, too, must keep on
paying the price. When he lapses
his musical discipline one day, he
sees the difference; two days and
those close to him detect the lack;
a week and the world is somehow
conscious of the let-down of his bril
liant technique. So, traveling over
mountain or plain or sea, he carries
a keyboard of standard piano size
and action. Hour after hour as he
journeys, he sits at this keyboard
and pays the price of his artistry.
Few of us were designed for such
outstanding front ranks as these.
Mostly we have modest places in
the work we must do for the world.
The same law prevails. We excel
or hold our own only by continually
paying. A successful young sales
man was telling what a “rotten can
vass” he had made the day before,
how he stumbled over his story and
what a poor impression he had
made on the man he was trying to
sell. His clear-cut explanation was
that he had been doing other things
for a week, hadn’t worked at his
job and had again to pay the price
of getting back to where 'he was
master of his situation.
I did not engage the two costly
rooms at the swanky hotel in the
quaint little town among the hills.
But I have been glad that I shopped
there and grateful to the young
clerk. His vivid reply which at the
time seemed intended to put me
where I belonged, has sent me ex
ploring along many roads in the
realm of life and of living—you get
just what you pay for.
Copyright.—WNU Service.
Flowery Canberra
Canberra, the federal capital of
Australia, is set in a vast amphi
theater in the foothills of the Aus
tralian Alps 200 miles from Sydney.
It is a garden city of wattle blos
som, of flowering almond, cherry,
peach and plum. There are loag
avenues of decorative trees, ©i
white buildings.
What to Eat and Why
C. Houston Goudiss Describes Diet After
Middle Age; Shows How Right Food
Can Prolong the Vigorous Years
By C. HOUSTON GOUDISS
O NE of the best prescriptions ever offered for longevity was
advanced by the wise man who said: In the twenties,
prepare for the thirties; in the thirties, prepare for the forties;
and after that—prepare for a long and vigorous old age!
That advice is well worth following, for it has been esti
mated that by taking into account all the newer knowledge of
nutrition, it is possible not<8>
only to improve health, but to
add a number of years to the
normal life span.
A Man Is as Young as He Feels
It has been well said that “the
age of man has small relation to
his years,” for it
has been demon
strated, both clin
ically and in the
scientist’s labora
tory, that old age
is a physiological
condition rather
than an accumula
tion of years.
In grandmother’s
day, a woman of
50 was considered
old. Today that age
is regarded as young, and much
of the important work of the world
is being done by men and women
who can see 50 only by looking
over their shoulder.
Imporfance of Correct Diet
On the other hand, thousands of
Americans are unknowingly im
pairing their efficiency and short
ening their lives through the mis
use of food. They are eating the
Wrong kind of food—and what is
equally disastrous—they are over
eating! They do not seem to real
ize that eating toq much does not
strengthen the body, but exhausts
it with the labors of digestion.
The surplus nourishment clogs the
system and may be indirectly re
sponsible for headache, dyspep
sia, biliousness and mental dullness.
Unless they change their habits
of eating, they will inevitably be
come victims of their own indis
cretions. For while it is folly to
neglect the health at any age, to
do so in middle life is to open
the way to an early death or to an
old age marred by sickness.
Keep Down the Weight
The first 25 years of man’s life
are - devoted to growth. During
this period of youth, the body usu
ally has a large fund of reserve
energy which can be called upon
in times of stress. During the next
25 or 30 years, the weight should
remain constant. If the diet is
properly regulated, and sound
habits of hygiene are followed, a
man or woman will come into
middle age full of vigor and with
mental and physical capacities
undiminished.
Unfortunately, however, the
laws of hygiene and nutrition are
often broken during the active
middle years. As a result, bodily
reserves are depleted and middle
age finds many men and women
near the danger line, no longer
able to resist infections and the
degenerative diseases.
That is why it is so desirable—
if you hope to be vigorous at 50
and after—that you begin to plan
for it many years earlier.
Live sensibly. Avoid overwork.
Regujarly take a moderate
amount of exercise. Get enough
sleep so that you avoid that chron
ic “tired feeling.” Above all, eat
enough, but not too much, of
the foods that build and maintain
health: milk; eggs; fruits and
vegetables; protein foods in
amounts just sufficient to meet
your requirements, so that there
is no excess to be eliminated;
enough fuel foods to give you plen
ty of pep and power, but not in
amounts that will cause the
weight increase which many peo
ple erroneously believe inevitable
during the middle years.
Curb the Appetite for Rich Food*
It is most important to avoid
overeating. For muscular activi
ty decreases with the passing
years. The middle aged individ
ual often rides where a younger
person might walk or observes ac->
tive sports from the sidelines
where he formerly played them
with zeal. Unfortunately, how
ever, the appetite seldom dimin
ishes in proportion to the lessened
fuel needs. That is why every
individual who has entered upon
the middle years should check his
or her weight frequently, and
promptly reduce the fuel foods if
a significant gain is noted.
The protein requirement dimin
ishes somewhat after the age of 60
for no new tissue is being built.
It is, furthermore, advisable to
take a large share of the protein
in the form of milk and eggs.
Vegetables should be used free
ly and if there is difficulty in mas
tication, they may be finely
chopped. Fresh fruits may be
eaten as long as they do not cause
fermentation; otherwise cooked
fruits should be used instead. Con
trary to popular opinion, sweets
can frequently be eaten in con
siderable amounts without caus
ing indigestion. Fats, however,
should be used sparingly.
Hot Foods Beneficial
Hot foods are often more easily
digested than cold, and it is help
ful to begin a meal with hot broth,
in order to stimulate the secretion
of digestive fluids. A hot bever
age may also be beneficial at bed
time.
It is sometimes observed that
five or six small meals are more
easily digested than three large
ones. Each person should discov
er what meal schedule best suits
individual requirements and then
abide by it. For it is indeed true
that middle age—and the years
beyond—are largely what yon
make them!
© WNU—C. Houston Goudiss—1938—29. '
TTHIS mat is made of white cot-
-*■ ton cable cord such as you buy
at the notion counter for corded
seams and trimmings. The orig
inal mat from which this design
was taken was made of—no one of
this generation would ever guess—
what! Corset strings. These were
once a common commodity along
with collar boning, hat pins and
side combs. There was quite a
fad for making luncheon sets of
them braided or arranged in va
rious designs and sewn with fine
stitches on the wrong side.
The design shown here is com
pact and, copied in rather heavy
cord, makes an ideal hot dish mat.
Follow the sketches for directions.
Make the circles in pairs, as
shown, using No. 40 cotton thread
to sew them. Braid three cords
together and then sew the braided
strip around and around to make
the center of the mat. Sew a
row of the circles to the edge of
this center part, then add another
braided row, being careful to
“ease in” the inside edge just
enough to keep the mat flat. Con
tinue adding alternate rows of cir
cles and braiding until the mat is
the size desired.
To join the ends of the braided
rows, pull one end through the
braiding to the wrong side of the
mat; then trim the ends and sew
them flat. It is not too early to
begin thinking of Christmas gifts
—and you will be wanting to make
something a bit unusual for that
next bazaar when it comes rolling
around. Sewing Book 2, Embroid
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new ideas all clearly illustrated
with step-by-step pictures. Send
for it today and give life a new
interest by starting some fascinat
ing piece of hand work. Enclose
25 cents and address Mrs. Spears,
210 S. Desplaines St., Chicago, 111.
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That’s how many you can make for a dime with
this patented WONDER WAFFLE MAKER.
Simply dip it into batter then into heated cook
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